Rescue Me Fic
Title: Beer Queer
Pairing: Sean/Mikey
Rated: R? This shows language is pretty R to begin with so it’s difficult to rate a fic for it.
Notes: ~1300 words. Inspired by 4x12 Keefe, which is the ep that ohhellosugar's seen up to. I think at this point that Mike has decided he was no longer gay… if you haven’t gotten to that part yet? Um. Sorry for spoiling you, but at some point Mike just up and decides he’s not gay, for no particular reason. Kinda like how he up and decided he WAS gay, for no particular reason.
[ Beer Queer ]
by kHo
“Dude.”
Mike blinked slowly. “Huh?”
“I don’t understand,” Sean said, blinking slowly back at Mike. “Why am I a beer queer?”
Mike laughed, and then remembered he didn’t know why it was funny. “Huh?”
The bartender put another pint of Sam Adams in front of Sean and Sean grinned up at him. “You are the awesomest bartender ever,” he slurred, licking his lips. “I love you.”
“Oh yeah,” Mike said, laughing and leaning his shoulder against Sean’s. “That’s why.”
Sean looked at Mike. “What’s why what?”
“Beer queer,” Mike said, gesturing with his own pint. The deep amber liquid sloshed over the side and landed in Sean’s lap. Neither of them noticed. “Because you just told him you loved him.”
Sean rolled his eyes. “I’m a loving guy. I love people. I am a nice, sweet, handsome, loving guy who loves things and appreciates things, and, ya know, other things, and… And what am I talking about again?”
“Beer queer,” Mike prompted, slurping some spilt beer off of his fingers.
“Right, yeah, because I love people and I tell them and that doesn’t mean I’m queer, it means I’m, ya know… Nice.”
“You are,” Mike said, nodding. “You know? You really, really are a nice guy.”
“I know,” Sean said with a brilliant grin. “I really am!” He looked at Mike and grabbed his knee, patting it. “And I love you too.”
“Besides, it doesn’t make sense anyway,” Mike said looking down at Sean’s hand on his knee. “Because I don’t get all love professing and shit when I’m drunk but I’m queer, or ya know, sometimes, so shouldn't I be a beer queer too, or something?”
Sean frowned. “Huh. Yeah, maybe.” His frown deepened. “Except, are you a beer queer if you’re queer without beer or just… queer?” He looked up at Mike and arched an eyebrow. “And woah, wait a minute, I thought you weren’t gay anymore.”
Mike shrugged and threw back the rest of his beer, gesturing for the bill. “Just because I decided I wasn’t gay anymore doesn’t mean I’m not gay anymore.”
“Oh,” Sean said, looking confused. His hand slid off of Mike’s leg and came up to grab a few pretzels out of their shared bowl. “Huh.”
“It’s not like I don’t have urges,” Mike said, taking out his wallet to pay their bar tab. “I just didn’t feel like being a fag anymore. You ready to go?”
Walking to Sean’s apartment only took about five minutes and when they got up to his place Mike followed Sean in, backed him up against the kitchen wall, and kissed him. Sean froze, a surprised “Hey!” slipping out just before Mike’s lips closed on his.
“Sorry, dude,” Mike said, backing up a step. “I thought you were into it.”
“Why,” Sean yelled, flailing his hands and giving Mike a weird look. “God, why, why, what, how, why?”
“You put your hand on my knee,” Mike said, shrugging and leaning against the counter, watching as Sean paced in front of him hugging his arms to his chest. “You kept talking about being gay.”
“I was talking about not being gay,” Sean said, giving Mike a look. “I’m a… I’m a beer… what was it I said I was? Right! A Beer Steer. And I steer clear of queers. No offense.”
Mike nodded. “Okay,” he said, walking towards the door. “My bad, man.”
“Wait,” Sean said, grabbing for Mike’s shoulder, fist closing on Mike’s shirt. “Hold on.”
“I should just go before this gets weird, Sean,” Mike said, still trying for the door only to have Sean pull him bodily back into the kitchen.
“Oh, it’s already weird man, trust me. Just hang on, just…” He frowned, reaching up to scratch at his neck. “This is… Is this because you’re drunk, and ya know, want to get laid, or… or do you want me?”
Mike looked at him. “What?”
“Just answer,” Sean said, looking at him.
“Well I didn’t think I wanted you, but then you put your hand on my leg and I got hard, so.”
Sean jerked his hand away, eyes widening. “Really? I mean, really? Just from my hand on your leg?”
“And I’m drunk,” Mike said, nodding. “And it’s been a while since I was with a dude, I guess I miss it.”
“That’s really…” Sean swallows, cocking his hip against the counter and looking at Mike with a very confused expression. “That’s really kind of hot, um. I don’t… Really?”
“Yeah,” Mike said, stepping forward a bit. “I mean, you’re hot and you’re nice and you’re, ya know, probably my best friend, and--”
Sean grinned. “Yeah?”
Mike laughed. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” Sean said, and then grabbed the front of Mike’s shirt and jerked him to him. “Let’s stop talking about it because I don’t know what the hell is going on except that I’m drunk and my cock is kind of really interested in this whole situation, so we’re just gonna go with it and pass it off as drunken stupidity, okay?”
Mike frowns. “Huh?”
“Just shut up, okay,” Sean said, and then he kissed Mike, not frozen or stiff at all, and then there was a tongue in Mike’s mouth and wow, Mike thought, when Sean goes for something he really goes for it.
Sean started tugging Mike into the den, stumbling every few steps so Mike had to catch him, and when he fell on the couch Mike landed on top of him and their cocks landed smooshed up against one another. “You’re hard.”
“Yeah, I said that already,” Sean said, surging up to kiss Mike again, hands tugging on Mike’s shirt trying to take it off of him.
“You’re not gonna hit me later, right?”
Sean rolled his eyes and yanked Mike’s shirt off. “I don’t know, I’m not planning on it but maybe when I’m sober I’m gonna remember I’m straight.”
“Because I don’t want to do this if you’re gonna--”
“Mikey, for Christ’s sake,” Sean growled, working on Mike’s pants, unzipping them. “Just get your hand on my cock already, stop trying to talk me out of it.”
“Oh,” Mike said as he felt Sean’s fingers on his skin, sliding down into his boxers and wrapping around his cock. “You’re gonna do it too?”
Sean gave him a pissed off look. “Well that’s how it works, right? You get me off, I get you off? Do gay people do it different than straight people?”
“I don’t know,” Mike said, unzipping Sean’s jeans. “I didn’t expect this.”
“Stop thinking and start doing, Mikey,” Sean said, and his voice went low and sultry and sent a shiver down Mike’s spine, so he closed his eyes, kissed Sean again, and shoved his hand down Sean’s pants and did just that.
Pairing: Sean/Mikey
Rated: R? This shows language is pretty R to begin with so it’s difficult to rate a fic for it.
Notes: ~1300 words. Inspired by 4x12 Keefe, which is the ep that ohhellosugar's seen up to. I think at this point that Mike has decided he was no longer gay… if you haven’t gotten to that part yet? Um. Sorry for spoiling you, but at some point Mike just up and decides he’s not gay, for no particular reason. Kinda like how he up and decided he WAS gay, for no particular reason.
[ Beer Queer ]
by kHo
“Dude.”
Mike blinked slowly. “Huh?”
“I don’t understand,” Sean said, blinking slowly back at Mike. “Why am I a beer queer?”
Mike laughed, and then remembered he didn’t know why it was funny. “Huh?”
The bartender put another pint of Sam Adams in front of Sean and Sean grinned up at him. “You are the awesomest bartender ever,” he slurred, licking his lips. “I love you.”
“Oh yeah,” Mike said, laughing and leaning his shoulder against Sean’s. “That’s why.”
Sean looked at Mike. “What’s why what?”
“Beer queer,” Mike said, gesturing with his own pint. The deep amber liquid sloshed over the side and landed in Sean’s lap. Neither of them noticed. “Because you just told him you loved him.”
Sean rolled his eyes. “I’m a loving guy. I love people. I am a nice, sweet, handsome, loving guy who loves things and appreciates things, and, ya know, other things, and… And what am I talking about again?”
“Beer queer,” Mike prompted, slurping some spilt beer off of his fingers.
“Right, yeah, because I love people and I tell them and that doesn’t mean I’m queer, it means I’m, ya know… Nice.”
“You are,” Mike said, nodding. “You know? You really, really are a nice guy.”
“I know,” Sean said with a brilliant grin. “I really am!” He looked at Mike and grabbed his knee, patting it. “And I love you too.”
“Besides, it doesn’t make sense anyway,” Mike said looking down at Sean’s hand on his knee. “Because I don’t get all love professing and shit when I’m drunk but I’m queer, or ya know, sometimes, so shouldn't I be a beer queer too, or something?”
Sean frowned. “Huh. Yeah, maybe.” His frown deepened. “Except, are you a beer queer if you’re queer without beer or just… queer?” He looked up at Mike and arched an eyebrow. “And woah, wait a minute, I thought you weren’t gay anymore.”
Mike shrugged and threw back the rest of his beer, gesturing for the bill. “Just because I decided I wasn’t gay anymore doesn’t mean I’m not gay anymore.”
“Oh,” Sean said, looking confused. His hand slid off of Mike’s leg and came up to grab a few pretzels out of their shared bowl. “Huh.”
“It’s not like I don’t have urges,” Mike said, taking out his wallet to pay their bar tab. “I just didn’t feel like being a fag anymore. You ready to go?”
Walking to Sean’s apartment only took about five minutes and when they got up to his place Mike followed Sean in, backed him up against the kitchen wall, and kissed him. Sean froze, a surprised “Hey!” slipping out just before Mike’s lips closed on his.
“Sorry, dude,” Mike said, backing up a step. “I thought you were into it.”
“Why,” Sean yelled, flailing his hands and giving Mike a weird look. “God, why, why, what, how, why?”
“You put your hand on my knee,” Mike said, shrugging and leaning against the counter, watching as Sean paced in front of him hugging his arms to his chest. “You kept talking about being gay.”
“I was talking about not being gay,” Sean said, giving Mike a look. “I’m a… I’m a beer… what was it I said I was? Right! A Beer Steer. And I steer clear of queers. No offense.”
Mike nodded. “Okay,” he said, walking towards the door. “My bad, man.”
“Wait,” Sean said, grabbing for Mike’s shoulder, fist closing on Mike’s shirt. “Hold on.”
“I should just go before this gets weird, Sean,” Mike said, still trying for the door only to have Sean pull him bodily back into the kitchen.
“Oh, it’s already weird man, trust me. Just hang on, just…” He frowned, reaching up to scratch at his neck. “This is… Is this because you’re drunk, and ya know, want to get laid, or… or do you want me?”
Mike looked at him. “What?”
“Just answer,” Sean said, looking at him.
“Well I didn’t think I wanted you, but then you put your hand on my leg and I got hard, so.”
Sean jerked his hand away, eyes widening. “Really? I mean, really? Just from my hand on your leg?”
“And I’m drunk,” Mike said, nodding. “And it’s been a while since I was with a dude, I guess I miss it.”
“That’s really…” Sean swallows, cocking his hip against the counter and looking at Mike with a very confused expression. “That’s really kind of hot, um. I don’t… Really?”
“Yeah,” Mike said, stepping forward a bit. “I mean, you’re hot and you’re nice and you’re, ya know, probably my best friend, and--”
Sean grinned. “Yeah?”
Mike laughed. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” Sean said, and then grabbed the front of Mike’s shirt and jerked him to him. “Let’s stop talking about it because I don’t know what the hell is going on except that I’m drunk and my cock is kind of really interested in this whole situation, so we’re just gonna go with it and pass it off as drunken stupidity, okay?”
Mike frowns. “Huh?”
“Just shut up, okay,” Sean said, and then he kissed Mike, not frozen or stiff at all, and then there was a tongue in Mike’s mouth and wow, Mike thought, when Sean goes for something he really goes for it.
Sean started tugging Mike into the den, stumbling every few steps so Mike had to catch him, and when he fell on the couch Mike landed on top of him and their cocks landed smooshed up against one another. “You’re hard.”
“Yeah, I said that already,” Sean said, surging up to kiss Mike again, hands tugging on Mike’s shirt trying to take it off of him.
“You’re not gonna hit me later, right?”
Sean rolled his eyes and yanked Mike’s shirt off. “I don’t know, I’m not planning on it but maybe when I’m sober I’m gonna remember I’m straight.”
“Because I don’t want to do this if you’re gonna--”
“Mikey, for Christ’s sake,” Sean growled, working on Mike’s pants, unzipping them. “Just get your hand on my cock already, stop trying to talk me out of it.”
“Oh,” Mike said as he felt Sean’s fingers on his skin, sliding down into his boxers and wrapping around his cock. “You’re gonna do it too?”
Sean gave him a pissed off look. “Well that’s how it works, right? You get me off, I get you off? Do gay people do it different than straight people?”
“I don’t know,” Mike said, unzipping Sean’s jeans. “I didn’t expect this.”
“Stop thinking and start doing, Mikey,” Sean said, and his voice went low and sultry and sent a shiver down Mike’s spine, so he closed his eyes, kissed Sean again, and shoved his hand down Sean’s pants and did just that.