Day Twenty - My Heart Stops 3/6 - M2 - R
Title: My Hearts Stops 3/6
Author: anyothergirl415
Characters/Pairing: CWRPS - Mike/Misha
Theme: Nano Table
Prompt: 04 - trust
Rating: R
Words: ~1,900
Summary: Misha picks up Mike for a date.
Notes: Third part in the series. Start here.
On Friday Mike got home from school and promptly spent two hours attempting to pick something suitable to wear. It wasn’t necessarily that he had no clothes, it was more the fact Mike wanted to look good and when all you had was jeans and t-shirts, that level of good didn’t really apply.
In the end he settled on a black button down shirt buried in the back of his closet, the same one he’d worn to his cousin’s wedding a few months before. It was a little snug now but Mike thought it was decent enough. He chose jeans because the particular pair was tight and form fitting and - after ten minutes staring at his ass in the mirror - Mike decided his ass looked pretty good in them.
A quarter after six he hopped down the stairs, clutching his iPad and smiling so wide it hurt. A date. A real one. He could hardly fathom the idea. All week long Misha had been turning up in random places, never hesitating to talk to him like he was a normal person, always cheerful and bright. Even if he occasionally stopped to do ridiculous things - like drawing a mustache on the picture of the head cheerleader on the wall.
“Wow, you look nice.” Mike’s mom turned as he entered the kitchen, smiling softly at him. “What’s the occasion?”
Mike had been holding off telling his mom about the date because, well, he’d been holding off telling her that he might kind of like guys. Pursing his lips, Mike sat the iPad on the table and lifted his hands, knowing signing to his mom would go much faster than trying to write it out.
I have a date.
He watched as the surprise made his mom’s eyes widen. “A date? You never mentioned one. And how are you planning on picking her up?”
She was slightly teasing Mike knew but there was something in her eyes, like maybe she knew more than Mike was letting on. Dropping his gaze, Mike quickly signed back. He’s picking me up.
It was quiet for a few minutes and Mike fiddled with the top of the chair, holding his breath as his mom processed everything. It was probably not the best way to come out to his mom, they should sit down and have a whole discussion about it, but Mike hadn’t ever been a big fan of discussing things. For obvious reasons.
“Well, he must be very special then.” His mom finally said, stepping over to Mike and gently squeezing his arm. “You know you could have told me earlier.”
I can’t tell you anything. Mike looked up at his mom, faint smile on his face. Just wasn’t sure about things. You’re okay with it?
“Of course I am. Michael, it’s just you and me, there’s no room for any differences. I think we need to talk about this some more but we can wait until later, after your date.” She ruffled his hair until Mike pulled back, scowling at her. She laughed softly and shook his head. “Now, sit down and tell me everything about this boy.”
That was about as unappealing as talking about the gay thing but, whatever. He kind of liked Misha, a lot, so he didn’t mind giving him mom some details.
It was weird to be in his place. After all, Mike may have had fleeting crushes in the past but he always dismissed them, he knew his place. But now that Misha was showing a genuine interest in him, Mike had to think about the facts. Like, how he’d never kissed anyone and it was one thing to think Misha was cute but it was another thing all together to kiss him.
What if he was awful? What if he didn’t like it? Or worse, what if Misha didn’t try and kiss him at all?
The doorbell ringing made Mike jump. He hadn’t even realized he’d gotten lost in his thoughts and now it was seven and Misha was going to take him lord knows where and Mike was going to make an idiot of himself.
“Mike, you’ve got a crazy look in your eyes.” His mom laughed softly and touched his shoulder. “Come on, I want to meet him.”
Biting his lip, Mike nodded and grabbed the iPad, carrying it with him to the front door. He inhaled deeply and held it as he pulled the door open, slowly exhaling as his eyes landed on Misha. The boy was wearing a light blue shirt that looked incredibly soft and nice black slacks that made Mike feel incredibly undressed.
“Hi.” Misha smiled and spoke softly, lifting his hand in a wave.
Mike had never heard him so quiet - and almost a little shy - and Mike lifted his hand, waving. He couldn’t take his eyes off the boy, all the air in his chest felt tight and almost painful.
“Hi there, I’m Shelly, Mike’s mom; it’s nice to meet you.” The woman stepped forward and held her hand out for Misha, smiling softly.
“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Misha.” Misha shook her hand and smiled politely, pulling a card out of his pocket a moment later and offering it out. “I thought I might meet you, and I know you don’t know me, so I just…” Misha wet his lips and looked over at Mike then back at his mom. “I put my cell number down on here. You know, in case you needed to call.”
“Oh,” Mike’s mom frowned then smiled brightly, nodding as she clutched the card. “Thank you Misha, that was very thoughtful of you. And Mike’s curfew is midnight.”
Mike looked sharply over at his mom, frowning as he tucked the iPad under his arm and turned to her, hands lifting to sign quickly. It’s Friday night. I should be allowed out until one.
“Michael,” Shelly frowned disapprovingly and looked over at Misha. “Honestly.”
Don’t honestly me. I never go out. This is my first date, one, please? Mike looked pleadingly at his mother, glancing over at Misha and noting his curious eyes.
He could see the moment his mom gave in her eyes softening as she nodded. “Alright, one o’clock. Be good boys.”
Mike grinned and nodded, stepping forward to quickly hug her before turning to Misha and reaching out. Misha’s hand found his almost naturally and the boy led him out to the Jeep, smiling over at him. Mike laughed silently as Misha opened his door, gesturing for him to head inside. “You look really nice,” Misha murmured, brushing his thumb down Mike’s jaw.
Everything in Mike fluttered and he smiled, reaching out to touch Misha’s shirt. He think the boy caught that he was saying you too because Misha smiled brightly and nodded.
Tonight was going to be something to savor forever, Mike thought.
-=-=-=-
Misha took Mike to a movie. It was a good choice, because Mike wouldn’t have to write and Misha wouldn’t have to wait for him too. Mike didn’t pay much attention to the movie though. Instead he was completely focused on the way Misha’s knee pressed to his and the warmth coming from their joined hands.
There were a few kids from school in the theatre and Mike expected Misha to pull away, make this thing between them look friends only or something but that wasn’t the case. Misha held his hand, guided him along, always introduced him and by the time they left the theatre Mike felt his entire chest was going to explode from all the good.
Next up was milkshakes that Misha declared were to die for. And he was right. Mike had never tasted something so good, made even better by Misha across the booth, reenacting the scenes from the movie with an abudance of over dramatics. In a way Mike thought Misha was his exact opposite.
Whereas Mike was fully confident in himself, capable of walking in a crowd and not feeling in more out of sorts than anyone else, Misha seemed to need to reassure himself that he was more. Mike wondered if Misha’s confidence really was so low, wondered if the only way Misha felt good was by drawing this extra attention to himself.
It was almost a quarter to eleven when they left the diner and Mike figured it had to be too late to go anywhere else. He didn’t want the night to draw to an end so soon, not when he thought he could listen to Misha’s voice all night - even if he was a little insane sometimes.
But they drove past Mike’s neighborhood and kept going until they were out of town. Misha didn’t talk on the drive and Mike watched the way he gripped the steering wheel as if he were nervous. It made him wonder where they were going and even though he really liked Misha and thought he was amazing, Mike couldn’t help being a little worried that things might not turn out so good if Misha had something crazy in mind.
Eventually Misha turned off a dirt road that led to a high overpass. Mike could see several secluded parking areas and no amount of inexperience would keep him from knowing what this was. It was like, make out lane or something.
Jesus Christ.
Mike’s palms suddenly felt sweaty and he curled his fingers over them as Misha drove to the end of the line and pulled into a spot, turning off the Jeep and the headlights. Mike watched him exhale and slowly uncurl his fingers from the wheel before turning to Mike with what was certainly a nervous smile.
“I honestly have never taken anyone up here before.” Misha laughed softly and shrugged. “Is it okay? We can just talk of you want.”
Mike smiled and wet his lips, nodding slowly and reaching out to set the iPad on top of the dash. It was enough of an answer he supposed and Mike realized Misha’s Jeep was perfect for this, old enough to have a front bench instead of two bucket seats and Misha could just kind of, slide over.
Which he did.
Mike’s breath caught in his throat and he stared at Misha, hoping he didn’t look as terrified as he felt.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything…” Misha murmured and gently slid his fingers over Mike’s jaw.
Instead of trying to figure out a way to answer, Mike reached out and grasped the collar on Misha’s shirt, tugging him close. Their lips met and slid together, noses bumping at first, Mike’s hand caught between them. Then Misha corrected the movement and pressed in deeper, sliding the rest of the way across the seat until their thighs touched.
One of Misha’s arms slid behind his back, cupping along his hairline, the other moved over his lap until his fingers curled over Mike’s hip. Mike’s lips parted in a silent gasp and Misha used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue forward and tentatively grazing across Mike’s.
It felt as if every part of Mike was on fire. His hand settled on Misha’s thigh, the other on his abs, and when Misha began to tilt him back it felt only natural to go with it. Mike wasn’t even completely certain how he managed to get stretched out across the front seat but there he was and Misha pulled back, smiling down at him.
“Trust me. All you have to do is say stop,” Misha whispered before dipping down into the kiss once more.
At the first press of their crotches together Mike twitched up, only vaguely thinking: no, he couldn’t say stop.
Part Four
Author: anyothergirl415
Characters/Pairing: CWRPS - Mike/Misha
Theme: Nano Table
Prompt: 04 - trust
Rating: R
Words: ~1,900
Summary: Misha picks up Mike for a date.
Notes: Third part in the series. Start here.
On Friday Mike got home from school and promptly spent two hours attempting to pick something suitable to wear. It wasn’t necessarily that he had no clothes, it was more the fact Mike wanted to look good and when all you had was jeans and t-shirts, that level of good didn’t really apply.
In the end he settled on a black button down shirt buried in the back of his closet, the same one he’d worn to his cousin’s wedding a few months before. It was a little snug now but Mike thought it was decent enough. He chose jeans because the particular pair was tight and form fitting and - after ten minutes staring at his ass in the mirror - Mike decided his ass looked pretty good in them.
A quarter after six he hopped down the stairs, clutching his iPad and smiling so wide it hurt. A date. A real one. He could hardly fathom the idea. All week long Misha had been turning up in random places, never hesitating to talk to him like he was a normal person, always cheerful and bright. Even if he occasionally stopped to do ridiculous things - like drawing a mustache on the picture of the head cheerleader on the wall.
“Wow, you look nice.” Mike’s mom turned as he entered the kitchen, smiling softly at him. “What’s the occasion?”
Mike had been holding off telling his mom about the date because, well, he’d been holding off telling her that he might kind of like guys. Pursing his lips, Mike sat the iPad on the table and lifted his hands, knowing signing to his mom would go much faster than trying to write it out.
I have a date.
He watched as the surprise made his mom’s eyes widen. “A date? You never mentioned one. And how are you planning on picking her up?”
She was slightly teasing Mike knew but there was something in her eyes, like maybe she knew more than Mike was letting on. Dropping his gaze, Mike quickly signed back. He’s picking me up.
It was quiet for a few minutes and Mike fiddled with the top of the chair, holding his breath as his mom processed everything. It was probably not the best way to come out to his mom, they should sit down and have a whole discussion about it, but Mike hadn’t ever been a big fan of discussing things. For obvious reasons.
“Well, he must be very special then.” His mom finally said, stepping over to Mike and gently squeezing his arm. “You know you could have told me earlier.”
I can’t tell you anything. Mike looked up at his mom, faint smile on his face. Just wasn’t sure about things. You’re okay with it?
“Of course I am. Michael, it’s just you and me, there’s no room for any differences. I think we need to talk about this some more but we can wait until later, after your date.” She ruffled his hair until Mike pulled back, scowling at her. She laughed softly and shook his head. “Now, sit down and tell me everything about this boy.”
That was about as unappealing as talking about the gay thing but, whatever. He kind of liked Misha, a lot, so he didn’t mind giving him mom some details.
It was weird to be in his place. After all, Mike may have had fleeting crushes in the past but he always dismissed them, he knew his place. But now that Misha was showing a genuine interest in him, Mike had to think about the facts. Like, how he’d never kissed anyone and it was one thing to think Misha was cute but it was another thing all together to kiss him.
What if he was awful? What if he didn’t like it? Or worse, what if Misha didn’t try and kiss him at all?
The doorbell ringing made Mike jump. He hadn’t even realized he’d gotten lost in his thoughts and now it was seven and Misha was going to take him lord knows where and Mike was going to make an idiot of himself.
“Mike, you’ve got a crazy look in your eyes.” His mom laughed softly and touched his shoulder. “Come on, I want to meet him.”
Biting his lip, Mike nodded and grabbed the iPad, carrying it with him to the front door. He inhaled deeply and held it as he pulled the door open, slowly exhaling as his eyes landed on Misha. The boy was wearing a light blue shirt that looked incredibly soft and nice black slacks that made Mike feel incredibly undressed.
“Hi.” Misha smiled and spoke softly, lifting his hand in a wave.
Mike had never heard him so quiet - and almost a little shy - and Mike lifted his hand, waving. He couldn’t take his eyes off the boy, all the air in his chest felt tight and almost painful.
“Hi there, I’m Shelly, Mike’s mom; it’s nice to meet you.” The woman stepped forward and held her hand out for Misha, smiling softly.
“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Misha.” Misha shook her hand and smiled politely, pulling a card out of his pocket a moment later and offering it out. “I thought I might meet you, and I know you don’t know me, so I just…” Misha wet his lips and looked over at Mike then back at his mom. “I put my cell number down on here. You know, in case you needed to call.”
“Oh,” Mike’s mom frowned then smiled brightly, nodding as she clutched the card. “Thank you Misha, that was very thoughtful of you. And Mike’s curfew is midnight.”
Mike looked sharply over at his mom, frowning as he tucked the iPad under his arm and turned to her, hands lifting to sign quickly. It’s Friday night. I should be allowed out until one.
“Michael,” Shelly frowned disapprovingly and looked over at Misha. “Honestly.”
Don’t honestly me. I never go out. This is my first date, one, please? Mike looked pleadingly at his mother, glancing over at Misha and noting his curious eyes.
He could see the moment his mom gave in her eyes softening as she nodded. “Alright, one o’clock. Be good boys.”
Mike grinned and nodded, stepping forward to quickly hug her before turning to Misha and reaching out. Misha’s hand found his almost naturally and the boy led him out to the Jeep, smiling over at him. Mike laughed silently as Misha opened his door, gesturing for him to head inside. “You look really nice,” Misha murmured, brushing his thumb down Mike’s jaw.
Everything in Mike fluttered and he smiled, reaching out to touch Misha’s shirt. He think the boy caught that he was saying you too because Misha smiled brightly and nodded.
Tonight was going to be something to savor forever, Mike thought.
-=-=-=-
Misha took Mike to a movie. It was a good choice, because Mike wouldn’t have to write and Misha wouldn’t have to wait for him too. Mike didn’t pay much attention to the movie though. Instead he was completely focused on the way Misha’s knee pressed to his and the warmth coming from their joined hands.
There were a few kids from school in the theatre and Mike expected Misha to pull away, make this thing between them look friends only or something but that wasn’t the case. Misha held his hand, guided him along, always introduced him and by the time they left the theatre Mike felt his entire chest was going to explode from all the good.
Next up was milkshakes that Misha declared were to die for. And he was right. Mike had never tasted something so good, made even better by Misha across the booth, reenacting the scenes from the movie with an abudance of over dramatics. In a way Mike thought Misha was his exact opposite.
Whereas Mike was fully confident in himself, capable of walking in a crowd and not feeling in more out of sorts than anyone else, Misha seemed to need to reassure himself that he was more. Mike wondered if Misha’s confidence really was so low, wondered if the only way Misha felt good was by drawing this extra attention to himself.
It was almost a quarter to eleven when they left the diner and Mike figured it had to be too late to go anywhere else. He didn’t want the night to draw to an end so soon, not when he thought he could listen to Misha’s voice all night - even if he was a little insane sometimes.
But they drove past Mike’s neighborhood and kept going until they were out of town. Misha didn’t talk on the drive and Mike watched the way he gripped the steering wheel as if he were nervous. It made him wonder where they were going and even though he really liked Misha and thought he was amazing, Mike couldn’t help being a little worried that things might not turn out so good if Misha had something crazy in mind.
Eventually Misha turned off a dirt road that led to a high overpass. Mike could see several secluded parking areas and no amount of inexperience would keep him from knowing what this was. It was like, make out lane or something.
Jesus Christ.
Mike’s palms suddenly felt sweaty and he curled his fingers over them as Misha drove to the end of the line and pulled into a spot, turning off the Jeep and the headlights. Mike watched him exhale and slowly uncurl his fingers from the wheel before turning to Mike with what was certainly a nervous smile.
“I honestly have never taken anyone up here before.” Misha laughed softly and shrugged. “Is it okay? We can just talk of you want.”
Mike smiled and wet his lips, nodding slowly and reaching out to set the iPad on top of the dash. It was enough of an answer he supposed and Mike realized Misha’s Jeep was perfect for this, old enough to have a front bench instead of two bucket seats and Misha could just kind of, slide over.
Which he did.
Mike’s breath caught in his throat and he stared at Misha, hoping he didn’t look as terrified as he felt.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything…” Misha murmured and gently slid his fingers over Mike’s jaw.
Instead of trying to figure out a way to answer, Mike reached out and grasped the collar on Misha’s shirt, tugging him close. Their lips met and slid together, noses bumping at first, Mike’s hand caught between them. Then Misha corrected the movement and pressed in deeper, sliding the rest of the way across the seat until their thighs touched.
One of Misha’s arms slid behind his back, cupping along his hairline, the other moved over his lap until his fingers curled over Mike’s hip. Mike’s lips parted in a silent gasp and Misha used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue forward and tentatively grazing across Mike’s.
It felt as if every part of Mike was on fire. His hand settled on Misha’s thigh, the other on his abs, and when Misha began to tilt him back it felt only natural to go with it. Mike wasn’t even completely certain how he managed to get stretched out across the front seat but there he was and Misha pulled back, smiling down at him.
“Trust me. All you have to do is say stop,” Misha whispered before dipping down into the kiss once more.
At the first press of their crotches together Mike twitched up, only vaguely thinking: no, he couldn’t say stop.
Part Four