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Title: Abort Mission
Summary: Kevin decides to finally do something about his crush. prompt: courting
Pairing: Mike/Kevin
Disclaimer: XD
It’s not his fault Mike is so dashing! He’s like a Prince Charming except with ratty clothes instead of a crown! It’s not his fault for crushing on him and becoming desperate enough to follow him to his favorite coffee shop! Mike should realize this and take pity on him!
Prompt: courting
So Kevin has a plan. It’s an awesome plan, if he does say so himself, but before he can enact his awesome plan, he has to do some research, which is why he finds himself standing casually (he is a master at casual (no really he is)) outside a coffee shop on the other side of town from his house. The quarry, the prey, the mission is inside. He squints his eyes intently, determined. He will find what he needs to know. Of this, he is sure.
He enters the coffee shop casually, resisting the urge to whistle, because he’s recently learned that that is not really casual at all. It saddens him, but he must persevere. He has a job to do.
Kevin stands in line for coffee, camouflage. He has nefarious intentions. No one can know that he’s not just here for coffee. No one. He slices his eyes from side to side suspiciously as he takes his coffee and finds a seat with a good view of his prey.
Casual, he reminds himself, wrapping his hands around his coffee cup, bringing it casually to his mouth. He is so ninja. He could be a secret agent. For real.
He peeks at the guy he’s following, a quick movement of his eyes, before he moves more slowly, taking a longer look. He still hasn’t figured out the balance between too short and too long. It’s quite sorrowful. He needs that knowledge, that skill, in order for this mission to be successful. In order for him to learn. To learn about Mike. Mike Carden. He sighs heavily. Crushes are such hard work. Such hard work. Though, he supposes, stalking is an extra credit assignment rather than a necessity. At least, it would be for other people. He has to know everything if he wants a chance. Mike is far too far out of his league. He is cool. He smokes! He has a charming I-don’t-care attitude, and a serial killer smile that Kevin somehow finds mesmerizing. He’s spent far too many hours watching and dreaming about that smile. It’s past time for him to make a move. Sadly, he is no good at making moves. Therefore, research. Lots of research and, yes, stalking. It’s a tragedy, yes. He realizes this, but he knows there is still hope. There is always hope.
He sips his drink again, enjoying the heat. Mm, it’s just lovely. He likes his coffee indeed.
Kevin startles at someone sliding into the seat opposite him. Looking up, he squeaks, “Eep.”
Mike Carden grins at him, eyes piercing, “Kevin Jonas.”
Kevin sqeaks again, eyes wide. Abort. Abort mission. He starts looking around wildly for escape routes. Maybe he’s not cut out for this spy thing. He’s always been a good boy! He doesn’t deserve this.
It’s not his fault Mike is so dashing! He’s like a Prince Charming except with ratty clothes instead of a crown! It’s not his fault for crushing on him and becoming desperate enough to follow him to his favorite coffee shop! Mike should realize this and take pity on him!
But Mike just raises an eyebrow, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“I’m sorry?” Oh dear, he’s onto him. Kevin knew he shouldn’t have followed Selena’s advice! Follow your heart, she says. Follow your heart and it’ll all be okay. More like follow your heart and become the victim of a dude who is far more hardcore than you will ever be. He knew he should have followed his normal protocol with crushes. Run away and pretend you haven’t ever thought of kissing them. It’s always worked before. Sure he’s never had a boyfriend but he’s also never died a cold and painful death, bleeding out because he decided stalking the scariest guy at school would be a good idea.
He’s always been kind of slow, but if he survives this, he promises he’ll try to be faster. It’ll be a goal or something. Just please don’t let him die. He has life to live. He’s heard so much about it, he’d like to at least survive long enough to have one.
“Calm down, dude,” Mike says, reaching forward to touch his arm, “I’m not gonna hurt you or anything.”
Kevin narrows his eyes, disbelieving. He’ll believe that when he sees it. Which he supposes he is seeing that right now, but who knows whether it’s temporary or not? Maybe Mike’s just planning a devious, devious plan. Kevin knows the truth now. He must not let down his guard.
“No, really,” Mike holds his hands up in surrender, “I just recognized you and thought I’d say hi.”
“That’s what they all say. Then the next thing you know, you’re tied up in a basement somewhere playing the hoky-poky, covered in glitter.” Not that that has ever happened to him. Nope, no siree, never ever. Not once.
Mike lets out a choked laugh.
“Don’t judge me, it happens.”
“I know, kid. I have a friend who likes basements and has a serious attraction to purple,” Mike grins.
“You know Gabe?”
“Yeah,” Mike pauses, “You do?”
“I’d say he adopted my brother, but I think their plans are more for world domination than anything else. Selena and I have preventive measures set up, but, knowing Nick, our only hope is to slow them enough that others can start the defense.” It’s a brave sacrifice, Kevin knows, but it might potentially be their only hope against an evil overlord. He’s willing to do what he must.
Kevin thinks he’s probably forgetting too easily that Mike is just planning to take him somewhere secluded and eat his heart out. This is probably just a way to calm him and ease him into a false sense of security. He knows what’s going on, but it’s no use. Mike’s serial killer smile is just too charming. It’s quite tragic. On his tombstone, it will read, “Killed by his own soft heart for dead eyes and ratty jeans.” He can see how it’s going, but he’s weak. He’s a weak, weak man, and he is prepared to face the consequences.
“I’m glad to know that there’s some sort of safeguard.”
“You should. A world with Nick and Gabe as its leaders would be a scary, scary world, indeed,” Kevin nods knowingly. Gabe is no good. He believes in snake overlords and his obsession with sunglasses is partially frightening. Kevin would think he’s a bad influence on Nick if only he wasn’t aware that the negative influence goes both ways. Nick and Gabe together are a bad combination, but it’s too late to separate them now. What is done is done.
“Any world where Gabe has any sort of control is a scary one, kid.”
“I’m glad you agree. This is an important belief. I cannot crush on someone who doesn’t realize this important and tragic fact.”
Mike’s eyes widening is the only clue that he caught that.
Kevin stops speaking suddenly, “Oh dear, I didn’t mean to say that. You can ignore that if you want. Or if you don’t want, you don’t have to. I guess. Maybe. But-“
Mike leans across the table, pressing their lips together. Leaning back, he smirks at Kevin’s silence, “Want to go out sometime?”
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Title: Defying Expectations
Summary: Mike is bored. prompt: near death
Pairing: Mike/Kevin
Disclaimer: 8D
His ribs are kind of broken, so he’d rather save his movements for important things. The doctors say he shouldn’t move much, and since he almost died, he figures he should follow their advice. Or at least try to.
Defying Expectations
Mike lays in a hospital bed, bored. Completely and utterly bored. It’s only been a couple of hours since the accident and consecutive surgeries, but he’s completely bored. High on pain meds, sure, but bored. He thinks he should be scarred or something from that car that ran into him. But really all he got from it is that J-walking is something he isn’t going to do again. Really though, it seems like there should be something more to it than that. More than lesson learned and all that.
Still, his parents have come and gone, and his friends already left because his parents wouldn’t let them stay and skip school to keep him company. So here he is, alone, bored. He sighs loudly, tempted to start pouting, but he manfully resists. The TV shows in this hospital room are boring (again, maybe he should focus on increasing his vocabulary), and his parents aren’t going to be able to give him anything to distract himself with until the next day. Hopefully that’ll make the next week less boring, but he isn’t holding out much hope. He’s starting to think the homework he’s bound to miss will be a relief to have. But then he realizes it’s just the boredom talking and he’s not actually that far gone yet.
Sighing, he leans back on his bed, hoping to get to sleep to pass the time. The clock ticks by slowly, minutes passing, before he gives up, opening his eyes at a sound. Turning his head to the door, he listens intently, hoping to hear some sort of drama.
Instead, what he gets is the opening of the door as a guy with curly hair and a balloon enters quietly. Turning towards Mike, the guy blushes adorably, coming closer, “Um, I know you don’t really know me, but I heard you were hit by a car and I wanted to come wish you well?”
Mike grins, “Thanks, kid.”
The guy beams, eyes shining as he comes closer, “I got you this balloon. They didn’t really have anything manly at all so it’s kind of, yeah.” He hands him the ribbon to a red heart balloon with big bubbly letters saying “Get Well!”
“That’s sweet, dude. Thanks.” And then Mike realizes where he knows this guy from, “Shouldn’t you be in school?” He seems kind of like a goodie-two-shoes.
“I, um, heard you were in the hospital,” the guy blushes and looks away, mumbling slightly, “So I may have, possibly, skipped class?”
Mike grins. It’s probably the drugs talking but, “Dude, you’re adorable.”
The guy blushes harder, and Mike resists the urge to clap his hands together. Despite his current attire, he is not actually a girl. Though, he must admit, it’s getting harder and harder to retain that assertion. This guy apparently does things to him, who knew.
The guy blushes again, mumbling something beneath his breath, and Mike grins at him, “C’mere.”
The guy looks at him, eyes wide, “Huh?”
“No, seriously, come here.” He’d gesture, but his ribs are kind of broken, so he’d rather save his movements for important things. The doctors say he shouldn’t move much, and since he almost died, he figures he should follow their advice. Or at least try to.
The kid comes closer, eyes wide as he goes to carefully sit on his hospital bed. “Um?” The look on his face is adorably confused, like a bunny with its twitching nose and wide eyes.
So Mike carefully reaches up to grab onto the back of his head. Pulling him closer and closer. Watching the guy’s eyes widen and his mouth fall open slightly, Mike pulls him down far enough that he can kiss him softly, “You’re adorable.”
The guy blushes, smiling sweetly, before closing the space between them and kissing Mike once. And then twice, feeling Mike’s lips against his. Pulling back, he blushes a little, mumbling a “Thanks” before he kisses Mike once more, like he can’t really help himself.
Mike grins a little, using the hand curled in the guy’s hair to keep him close, pulling him down for a longer, more satisfying kiss.
And Mike has to admit. This is a huge improvement from being bored. Though he should probably get this guy’s name, since he kind of wants to see him outside of the hospital, and a first name? Seems like a good step to that, “So, kid, what’s your name?”
Summary: Kevin decides to finally do something about his crush. prompt: courting
Pairing: Mike/Kevin
Disclaimer: XD
It’s not his fault Mike is so dashing! He’s like a Prince Charming except with ratty clothes instead of a crown! It’s not his fault for crushing on him and becoming desperate enough to follow him to his favorite coffee shop! Mike should realize this and take pity on him!
Prompt: courting
So Kevin has a plan. It’s an awesome plan, if he does say so himself, but before he can enact his awesome plan, he has to do some research, which is why he finds himself standing casually (he is a master at casual (no really he is)) outside a coffee shop on the other side of town from his house. The quarry, the prey, the mission is inside. He squints his eyes intently, determined. He will find what he needs to know. Of this, he is sure.
He enters the coffee shop casually, resisting the urge to whistle, because he’s recently learned that that is not really casual at all. It saddens him, but he must persevere. He has a job to do.
Kevin stands in line for coffee, camouflage. He has nefarious intentions. No one can know that he’s not just here for coffee. No one. He slices his eyes from side to side suspiciously as he takes his coffee and finds a seat with a good view of his prey.
Casual, he reminds himself, wrapping his hands around his coffee cup, bringing it casually to his mouth. He is so ninja. He could be a secret agent. For real.
He peeks at the guy he’s following, a quick movement of his eyes, before he moves more slowly, taking a longer look. He still hasn’t figured out the balance between too short and too long. It’s quite sorrowful. He needs that knowledge, that skill, in order for this mission to be successful. In order for him to learn. To learn about Mike. Mike Carden. He sighs heavily. Crushes are such hard work. Such hard work. Though, he supposes, stalking is an extra credit assignment rather than a necessity. At least, it would be for other people. He has to know everything if he wants a chance. Mike is far too far out of his league. He is cool. He smokes! He has a charming I-don’t-care attitude, and a serial killer smile that Kevin somehow finds mesmerizing. He’s spent far too many hours watching and dreaming about that smile. It’s past time for him to make a move. Sadly, he is no good at making moves. Therefore, research. Lots of research and, yes, stalking. It’s a tragedy, yes. He realizes this, but he knows there is still hope. There is always hope.
He sips his drink again, enjoying the heat. Mm, it’s just lovely. He likes his coffee indeed.
Kevin startles at someone sliding into the seat opposite him. Looking up, he squeaks, “Eep.”
Mike Carden grins at him, eyes piercing, “Kevin Jonas.”
Kevin sqeaks again, eyes wide. Abort. Abort mission. He starts looking around wildly for escape routes. Maybe he’s not cut out for this spy thing. He’s always been a good boy! He doesn’t deserve this.
It’s not his fault Mike is so dashing! He’s like a Prince Charming except with ratty clothes instead of a crown! It’s not his fault for crushing on him and becoming desperate enough to follow him to his favorite coffee shop! Mike should realize this and take pity on him!
But Mike just raises an eyebrow, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“I’m sorry?” Oh dear, he’s onto him. Kevin knew he shouldn’t have followed Selena’s advice! Follow your heart, she says. Follow your heart and it’ll all be okay. More like follow your heart and become the victim of a dude who is far more hardcore than you will ever be. He knew he should have followed his normal protocol with crushes. Run away and pretend you haven’t ever thought of kissing them. It’s always worked before. Sure he’s never had a boyfriend but he’s also never died a cold and painful death, bleeding out because he decided stalking the scariest guy at school would be a good idea.
He’s always been kind of slow, but if he survives this, he promises he’ll try to be faster. It’ll be a goal or something. Just please don’t let him die. He has life to live. He’s heard so much about it, he’d like to at least survive long enough to have one.
“Calm down, dude,” Mike says, reaching forward to touch his arm, “I’m not gonna hurt you or anything.”
Kevin narrows his eyes, disbelieving. He’ll believe that when he sees it. Which he supposes he is seeing that right now, but who knows whether it’s temporary or not? Maybe Mike’s just planning a devious, devious plan. Kevin knows the truth now. He must not let down his guard.
“No, really,” Mike holds his hands up in surrender, “I just recognized you and thought I’d say hi.”
“That’s what they all say. Then the next thing you know, you’re tied up in a basement somewhere playing the hoky-poky, covered in glitter.” Not that that has ever happened to him. Nope, no siree, never ever. Not once.
Mike lets out a choked laugh.
“Don’t judge me, it happens.”
“I know, kid. I have a friend who likes basements and has a serious attraction to purple,” Mike grins.
“You know Gabe?”
“Yeah,” Mike pauses, “You do?”
“I’d say he adopted my brother, but I think their plans are more for world domination than anything else. Selena and I have preventive measures set up, but, knowing Nick, our only hope is to slow them enough that others can start the defense.” It’s a brave sacrifice, Kevin knows, but it might potentially be their only hope against an evil overlord. He’s willing to do what he must.
Kevin thinks he’s probably forgetting too easily that Mike is just planning to take him somewhere secluded and eat his heart out. This is probably just a way to calm him and ease him into a false sense of security. He knows what’s going on, but it’s no use. Mike’s serial killer smile is just too charming. It’s quite tragic. On his tombstone, it will read, “Killed by his own soft heart for dead eyes and ratty jeans.” He can see how it’s going, but he’s weak. He’s a weak, weak man, and he is prepared to face the consequences.
“I’m glad to know that there’s some sort of safeguard.”
“You should. A world with Nick and Gabe as its leaders would be a scary, scary world, indeed,” Kevin nods knowingly. Gabe is no good. He believes in snake overlords and his obsession with sunglasses is partially frightening. Kevin would think he’s a bad influence on Nick if only he wasn’t aware that the negative influence goes both ways. Nick and Gabe together are a bad combination, but it’s too late to separate them now. What is done is done.
“Any world where Gabe has any sort of control is a scary one, kid.”
“I’m glad you agree. This is an important belief. I cannot crush on someone who doesn’t realize this important and tragic fact.”
Mike’s eyes widening is the only clue that he caught that.
Kevin stops speaking suddenly, “Oh dear, I didn’t mean to say that. You can ignore that if you want. Or if you don’t want, you don’t have to. I guess. Maybe. But-“
Mike leans across the table, pressing their lips together. Leaning back, he smirks at Kevin’s silence, “Want to go out sometime?”
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Title: Defying Expectations
Summary: Mike is bored. prompt: near death
Pairing: Mike/Kevin
Disclaimer: 8D
His ribs are kind of broken, so he’d rather save his movements for important things. The doctors say he shouldn’t move much, and since he almost died, he figures he should follow their advice. Or at least try to.
Defying Expectations
Mike lays in a hospital bed, bored. Completely and utterly bored. It’s only been a couple of hours since the accident and consecutive surgeries, but he’s completely bored. High on pain meds, sure, but bored. He thinks he should be scarred or something from that car that ran into him. But really all he got from it is that J-walking is something he isn’t going to do again. Really though, it seems like there should be something more to it than that. More than lesson learned and all that.
Still, his parents have come and gone, and his friends already left because his parents wouldn’t let them stay and skip school to keep him company. So here he is, alone, bored. He sighs loudly, tempted to start pouting, but he manfully resists. The TV shows in this hospital room are boring (again, maybe he should focus on increasing his vocabulary), and his parents aren’t going to be able to give him anything to distract himself with until the next day. Hopefully that’ll make the next week less boring, but he isn’t holding out much hope. He’s starting to think the homework he’s bound to miss will be a relief to have. But then he realizes it’s just the boredom talking and he’s not actually that far gone yet.
Sighing, he leans back on his bed, hoping to get to sleep to pass the time. The clock ticks by slowly, minutes passing, before he gives up, opening his eyes at a sound. Turning his head to the door, he listens intently, hoping to hear some sort of drama.
Instead, what he gets is the opening of the door as a guy with curly hair and a balloon enters quietly. Turning towards Mike, the guy blushes adorably, coming closer, “Um, I know you don’t really know me, but I heard you were hit by a car and I wanted to come wish you well?”
Mike grins, “Thanks, kid.”
The guy beams, eyes shining as he comes closer, “I got you this balloon. They didn’t really have anything manly at all so it’s kind of, yeah.” He hands him the ribbon to a red heart balloon with big bubbly letters saying “Get Well!”
“That’s sweet, dude. Thanks.” And then Mike realizes where he knows this guy from, “Shouldn’t you be in school?” He seems kind of like a goodie-two-shoes.
“I, um, heard you were in the hospital,” the guy blushes and looks away, mumbling slightly, “So I may have, possibly, skipped class?”
Mike grins. It’s probably the drugs talking but, “Dude, you’re adorable.”
The guy blushes harder, and Mike resists the urge to clap his hands together. Despite his current attire, he is not actually a girl. Though, he must admit, it’s getting harder and harder to retain that assertion. This guy apparently does things to him, who knew.
The guy blushes again, mumbling something beneath his breath, and Mike grins at him, “C’mere.”
The guy looks at him, eyes wide, “Huh?”
“No, seriously, come here.” He’d gesture, but his ribs are kind of broken, so he’d rather save his movements for important things. The doctors say he shouldn’t move much, and since he almost died, he figures he should follow their advice. Or at least try to.
The kid comes closer, eyes wide as he goes to carefully sit on his hospital bed. “Um?” The look on his face is adorably confused, like a bunny with its twitching nose and wide eyes.
So Mike carefully reaches up to grab onto the back of his head. Pulling him closer and closer. Watching the guy’s eyes widen and his mouth fall open slightly, Mike pulls him down far enough that he can kiss him softly, “You’re adorable.”
The guy blushes, smiling sweetly, before closing the space between them and kissing Mike once. And then twice, feeling Mike’s lips against his. Pulling back, he blushes a little, mumbling a “Thanks” before he kisses Mike once more, like he can’t really help himself.
Mike grins a little, using the hand curled in the guy’s hair to keep him close, pulling him down for a longer, more satisfying kiss.
And Mike has to admit. This is a huge improvement from being bored. Though he should probably get this guy’s name, since he kind of wants to see him outside of the hospital, and a first name? Seems like a good step to that, “So, kid, what’s your name?”