A-AR Fic: Mike/Chris, PG-13
Aaaah, first (finished) All-American Rejects fic! *nervous, nervous*
Title: In The Sky, With A Gleam In Your Eye
Author: Anyana
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mike/Chris, Nick/Ty
Warnings: A bit of language, and UTTER, UTTER SHMOOP.
Summary: The boys are on a Ferris Wheel, and it happens to get stuck.
Notes: Dedicated to xaritomene, who is a total sweetheart ♥ Thank you for all the support and the beta! Also a shout out to popcultaddict who's support was totally and completely appreciated too! ♥
This fic only really came about because xaritomene was bored in a quiet room, and my reaction to that is, naturally enough, to text her fic XD It was that or hangman, I guess.
It’s kind of disgusting, the way Nick and Ty start snuggling and laughing into each others’ mouths the instant the Ferris wheel freezes. Chris and Mike, stuck in the seat above them, idly toss candy corn into their hair, but of course the pair below them pays no attention.
Sighing and slouching back, Chris slings his arm along the back of the chair; “Why the fuck are we up here anyway?” he grouses, already sick of the cold air and constant swaying.
“Because Ty’s impossible to resist when he’s as giddy as a twelve-year-old girl?” Mike grins and looks contemplatively at his Dr Pepper. He’s pretty sure he could get it on Ty and Nick, but then again, it’d be a waste of perfectly good Dr Pepper.
Chris grins at him, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. “I’d say go for it, but I don’t want to be stuck up here for god knows how long with him bitching at us.”
Mike laughs quietly, and they both shift gingerly, wary of the creaks and groans the seat makes, until they’re both comfortable. They sit in silence, ignoring the whispers and sounds from below them, and stare out at the lights of the fair.
It’s kind of a small town, but this fair is a regular thing, and Mike guesses that this Ferris wheel must break down every time, since after the initial shock’s worn off, there’s not even a crowd. A couple of kids stop and look up, cramming cotton candy into their mouths, before harassed mothers come and shoo them away.
“Fuck!” Says Chris, suddenly, “It’s so fucking cold I swear to god my nuts have dropped off.”
That startles a laugh out of Mike, and Chris glares at him.
“Is it my fault you’re only wearing a hoodie? Did winter and outside not flick a little switch in your mind?” Mike smugly pulls his padded jacket closer around him. Sure, it’s not stylish, but it’s warm which is really all he cares about.
“Don’t be a dick, Kennerty.” Chris’ words are a bit muffled as he pulls his collar up and shrugs into the scant warmth of his hoodie.
Mike laughs again, his breath hangs in the air in front of him, a little cloud that disappears instantly. Chris shoots a glare at him, before hunching up, a mixture of anger and misery.
He lets Chris sit there in silence for a few more minutes, before finally giving in and saying, “You know, if you wanna cuddle...” It’s probably the eyebrow waggle that keeps Chris sitting over on his side of the seat.
“Sorry folks! The engineer’s the next town over! But he should only be a half hour away!” Nick and Ty, god damn them, look perfectly fine with being left up here for a while longer. In fact, Nick has just lifted his eyebrows in the way which means the back lounge would be quickly vacated if they were back on the bus.
Chris looks ill for a second, before grabbing the half empty candy corn box and throwing it onto Ty’s head, “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Ty actually squawks and even Nick can’t stop laughing at him, as he sits there and tries to pick the candy out of his hair with dignity. Mike and Chris look away when Nick leans over and starts helping, somehow managing to look soppy and romantic, despite the fact they’ve regressed into monkeys, grooming each other.
Silence reigns, yet again, until Chris’ shivering manages to rattle the cart into swaying.
“Come on, dude, just get over here already!” Mike unzips his coat and holds it open, “I’m nice and toasty, and you’re kind of turning a bit blue.”
Chris looks like he’s about to refuse again, but he suddenly sneezes, and looks entirely surprised by it.
He grumbles and seems like he’s trying to kill Mike with his eyes, but scoots over anyway and leans against him. “Say a fucking word, Kennerty...” he trails off menacingly.
Mike chuckles down at him, and spreads his coat over the both of them, wincing a little when his back comes into contact with the cold metal back of the seat. Chris is actually cold against his chest, and Mike feels a little guilty for not having shared his coat earlier.
“Feel a bit warmer?” asks Mike.
“Fuck no, I’m still freezing my ass off.” As if the make to make the point clearer, Chris stutters a little as his teeth chatter.
Mike slips his arms around Chris and rubs at his sides, which is totally an attempt to warm Chris up more, and not a ploy to see if Chris is ticklish. When no giggles are forthcoming, Mike rubs Chris’ arms as well, honestly trying to warm his friend up a bit.
“The fuck are you doing?” Chris still sounds grouchy, but at least his teeth have stopped chattering.
“You mean this isn’t getting you all hot and bothered?”
“Yeah, arm rubbing really gets me going, how did you know?” Chris snorts and shifts, relaxing a bit more against Mike. “How much longer do you think we’re gonna be stuck up here?”
“No idea, if that guy gets here soon and gets his shit done quickly, probably twenty, twenty-five minutes?” Mike shrugs. It’s not so bad with Chris nearly laying on him, it gives him a chance to leave his arms wrapped loosely around him, which isn’t something he often gets to do.
Chris doesn’t comment on the cuddling, so Mike doesn’t either.
*~*
It’s been another fifteen minutes of sitting quietly, before Chris speaks again.
“Have you seen the way that kid’s eating her face off? I think I am actually gonna be sick.” He gestures with a hand to a couple of teenagers, sitting on a bench. They’re all over each other, and Mike is shocked to realise he thinks Nick and Ty are subtle compared to those two. It seems like they have no idea they’re in public, except Mike can see the way the guy sometimes looks towards another group of kids a few steps away.
“Dude, I think they’re actually trying to show off for their friends.” Mike gapes for a bit longer, it’s like staring at a car wreck, he just can’t look away.
“Fuck, unless it’s a psych out, they’re really not doing it right.” Chris tilts his head back and he smirks, “I bet you were that bad at their age too. Probably still are.”
The sound Mike makes is half a gasp of laughter, and half righteous indignation. “Are you kidding?! I’ve never tried to drown someone in spit like that! Give me some credit!”
Chris grins outright, “You don’t sound too sure there, Kennerty.”
Mike sputters again, “Oh, fuck you, Chris!”
And then he leans down and kisses him.
In all honesty, it’s not that great, the angle’s off, and Chris’ lips are freezing, but it feels like Mike’s been waiting for this for ages, so he doesn’t mind too much.
When he pulls back, Chris narrows his eyes at him.
“That the best you can do?” Chris kneels up so he’s on a level with Mike, they both pause when the seat swings, but then Chris is supporting himself with one hand on the back rail and his hand is tangled in Mike’s hair. “Guess I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Chris kisses Mike, and it’s a lot gentler than Mike had expected. It’s soft, and sweet, and it takes Mike’s breath away.
They break apart at the sound of Nick and Ty laughing and shouting at them. They both look down at the pair, who give them a thumbs up, Mike shrugs and grins at Chris.
“You gonna show me more?”
Title: In The Sky, With A Gleam In Your Eye
Author: Anyana
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mike/Chris, Nick/Ty
Warnings: A bit of language, and UTTER, UTTER SHMOOP.
Summary: The boys are on a Ferris Wheel, and it happens to get stuck.
Notes: Dedicated to xaritomene, who is a total sweetheart ♥ Thank you for all the support and the beta! Also a shout out to popcultaddict who's support was totally and completely appreciated too! ♥
This fic only really came about because xaritomene was bored in a quiet room, and my reaction to that is, naturally enough, to text her fic XD It was that or hangman, I guess.
It’s kind of disgusting, the way Nick and Ty start snuggling and laughing into each others’ mouths the instant the Ferris wheel freezes. Chris and Mike, stuck in the seat above them, idly toss candy corn into their hair, but of course the pair below them pays no attention.
Sighing and slouching back, Chris slings his arm along the back of the chair; “Why the fuck are we up here anyway?” he grouses, already sick of the cold air and constant swaying.
“Because Ty’s impossible to resist when he’s as giddy as a twelve-year-old girl?” Mike grins and looks contemplatively at his Dr Pepper. He’s pretty sure he could get it on Ty and Nick, but then again, it’d be a waste of perfectly good Dr Pepper.
Chris grins at him, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. “I’d say go for it, but I don’t want to be stuck up here for god knows how long with him bitching at us.”
Mike laughs quietly, and they both shift gingerly, wary of the creaks and groans the seat makes, until they’re both comfortable. They sit in silence, ignoring the whispers and sounds from below them, and stare out at the lights of the fair.
It’s kind of a small town, but this fair is a regular thing, and Mike guesses that this Ferris wheel must break down every time, since after the initial shock’s worn off, there’s not even a crowd. A couple of kids stop and look up, cramming cotton candy into their mouths, before harassed mothers come and shoo them away.
“Fuck!” Says Chris, suddenly, “It’s so fucking cold I swear to god my nuts have dropped off.”
That startles a laugh out of Mike, and Chris glares at him.
“Is it my fault you’re only wearing a hoodie? Did winter and outside not flick a little switch in your mind?” Mike smugly pulls his padded jacket closer around him. Sure, it’s not stylish, but it’s warm which is really all he cares about.
“Don’t be a dick, Kennerty.” Chris’ words are a bit muffled as he pulls his collar up and shrugs into the scant warmth of his hoodie.
Mike laughs again, his breath hangs in the air in front of him, a little cloud that disappears instantly. Chris shoots a glare at him, before hunching up, a mixture of anger and misery.
He lets Chris sit there in silence for a few more minutes, before finally giving in and saying, “You know, if you wanna cuddle...” It’s probably the eyebrow waggle that keeps Chris sitting over on his side of the seat.
“Sorry folks! The engineer’s the next town over! But he should only be a half hour away!” Nick and Ty, god damn them, look perfectly fine with being left up here for a while longer. In fact, Nick has just lifted his eyebrows in the way which means the back lounge would be quickly vacated if they were back on the bus.
Chris looks ill for a second, before grabbing the half empty candy corn box and throwing it onto Ty’s head, “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Ty actually squawks and even Nick can’t stop laughing at him, as he sits there and tries to pick the candy out of his hair with dignity. Mike and Chris look away when Nick leans over and starts helping, somehow managing to look soppy and romantic, despite the fact they’ve regressed into monkeys, grooming each other.
Silence reigns, yet again, until Chris’ shivering manages to rattle the cart into swaying.
“Come on, dude, just get over here already!” Mike unzips his coat and holds it open, “I’m nice and toasty, and you’re kind of turning a bit blue.”
Chris looks like he’s about to refuse again, but he suddenly sneezes, and looks entirely surprised by it.
He grumbles and seems like he’s trying to kill Mike with his eyes, but scoots over anyway and leans against him. “Say a fucking word, Kennerty...” he trails off menacingly.
Mike chuckles down at him, and spreads his coat over the both of them, wincing a little when his back comes into contact with the cold metal back of the seat. Chris is actually cold against his chest, and Mike feels a little guilty for not having shared his coat earlier.
“Feel a bit warmer?” asks Mike.
“Fuck no, I’m still freezing my ass off.” As if the make to make the point clearer, Chris stutters a little as his teeth chatter.
Mike slips his arms around Chris and rubs at his sides, which is totally an attempt to warm Chris up more, and not a ploy to see if Chris is ticklish. When no giggles are forthcoming, Mike rubs Chris’ arms as well, honestly trying to warm his friend up a bit.
“The fuck are you doing?” Chris still sounds grouchy, but at least his teeth have stopped chattering.
“You mean this isn’t getting you all hot and bothered?”
“Yeah, arm rubbing really gets me going, how did you know?” Chris snorts and shifts, relaxing a bit more against Mike. “How much longer do you think we’re gonna be stuck up here?”
“No idea, if that guy gets here soon and gets his shit done quickly, probably twenty, twenty-five minutes?” Mike shrugs. It’s not so bad with Chris nearly laying on him, it gives him a chance to leave his arms wrapped loosely around him, which isn’t something he often gets to do.
Chris doesn’t comment on the cuddling, so Mike doesn’t either.
*~*
It’s been another fifteen minutes of sitting quietly, before Chris speaks again.
“Have you seen the way that kid’s eating her face off? I think I am actually gonna be sick.” He gestures with a hand to a couple of teenagers, sitting on a bench. They’re all over each other, and Mike is shocked to realise he thinks Nick and Ty are subtle compared to those two. It seems like they have no idea they’re in public, except Mike can see the way the guy sometimes looks towards another group of kids a few steps away.
“Dude, I think they’re actually trying to show off for their friends.” Mike gapes for a bit longer, it’s like staring at a car wreck, he just can’t look away.
“Fuck, unless it’s a psych out, they’re really not doing it right.” Chris tilts his head back and he smirks, “I bet you were that bad at their age too. Probably still are.”
The sound Mike makes is half a gasp of laughter, and half righteous indignation. “Are you kidding?! I’ve never tried to drown someone in spit like that! Give me some credit!”
Chris grins outright, “You don’t sound too sure there, Kennerty.”
Mike sputters again, “Oh, fuck you, Chris!”
And then he leans down and kisses him.
In all honesty, it’s not that great, the angle’s off, and Chris’ lips are freezing, but it feels like Mike’s been waiting for this for ages, so he doesn’t mind too much.
When he pulls back, Chris narrows his eyes at him.
“That the best you can do?” Chris kneels up so he’s on a level with Mike, they both pause when the seat swings, but then Chris is supporting himself with one hand on the back rail and his hand is tangled in Mike’s hair. “Guess I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Chris kisses Mike, and it’s a lot gentler than Mike had expected. It’s soft, and sweet, and it takes Mike’s breath away.
They break apart at the sound of Nick and Ty laughing and shouting at them. They both look down at the pair, who give them a thumbs up, Mike shrugs and grins at Chris.
“You gonna show me more?”