The "Get Pedicone Some" meme
Welcome to Get Pedicone Some, a fic/art meme dedicated to the wonderful Mike Pedicone!
We all love the guy but there is a serious lack of Pedicone around these parts. This post will be the one stop for all your Pedicone needs.
How it will work?
Well, we gotta have some rules, don't we?
- All fics/art must have Mike Pedicone in them (and not as a ( Read more... )
We all love the guy but there is a serious lack of Pedicone around these parts. This post will be the one stop for all your Pedicone needs.
How it will work?
Well, we gotta have some rules, don't we?
- All fics/art must have Mike Pedicone in them (and not as a ( Read more... )
Summer Haze on a Jersey Night
Pairing: Frank/Jamia, Frank/Pedicone
Rating: R
Mike chucks another branch into the fireplace and watches the orange sparks flare against the smoggy red sky that passes for a New Jersey night. The party is slowly breaking up, people filtering into the aging night that will be turning too soon to dawn and day jobs, while Mike leans back on his elbows against the top of the picnic table and sips slowly at his beer. The back door bangs open as a couple stumbles out. He recognizes Frank from his high pitched giggle and knows that the other figure will be Jamia even before the firelight illuminates her. They're holding hands and Jamia leading, her arm stretched back to keep hold of Frank's hand, pulling him forward as the last of his giggles fade away.
"Hey Mike," she says as she hops onto the top of the table.
He nods and shifts just enough that her leg isn't pressing against his shoulder anymore. Frank thumps down next to him, leaning back into the V of Jamia's legs and curling one arm around her calf. Frank leans his cheek against Jamia's knee and rolls his eyes up at her. Jamia smiles down at him for a second before she turns her attention to the fire. Frank's fingers relax against her leg. Mike is used to his friends hooking up but there's something about Frank and Jamia's secret understanding that always catches him off guard; makes him feel young and inexperienced. He takes another sip of beer. Frank wave his hand in a gimme gesture and Mike passes the bottle over.
He catches himself watching the way Frank's throat moves when he swallows and looks away. Jamia is watching him. The flickering light makes the plains of her face look sharper. Frank nudges his hand with the bottle and he takes it automatically. He takes a drink, tilting the bottle up to get the last of it, and doesn't think about his lips are where Frank's lips just were.
Jamia's hand touches his shoulder, warm and quick, "want to settle a bet for us?"
Frank bumps his foot against Mike's shin, "there's ten bucks riding on it."
The gauges in Frank's lobes are black holes that don't reflect the flickering light the way his eyes do. Frank's tongue flicks out to lick over his bottom lip.
"What's that bet?" Mike asks as he watches Frank chew at the corner of his lip.
"Frank thinks he can blow a guy," Jamia says calmly, "want help him prove it?"
The flickering light combining with the shadows make it hard to read her expression and he looks between her and Frank waiting for them to laugh, waiting to hear it was a joke. Frank thumps his fist against Mike's thigh.
"It's like you don't want a blowjob." Frank says in an exaggeratedly pouty voice, "don't you like them?"
"I. . . yeah, but. . ." This is so far outside of what he was expecting he doesn't know what to do.
Frank giggles, "so help me prove her wrong."
"He won't bite," Jamia says in what Mike knows is supposed to be a reassuring voice but he can hear the amusement bubbling beneath her words.
"Dude, I know what a good blow job is."
Their hands are heavy and warm; Jamia's resting on the curve of his shoulder while Frank's curves over his thigh. He licks his lips and nods.
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This is awesome.
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Frank makes an abortive gesture like he was about to clap his hands but thought better of it. Instead, he slides off the bench onto his knees in the same fluid movement that he does when Mike has seen him play. Frank shuffles so that he's kneeling between Mike's legs. He looks up at Mike and slowly licks his lip. Mike can feel Frank's hands resting too high up to be platonic on his thighs. Frank walks the fingers of his left hand over until he can tug at the button of Mike's jeans. He shouldn't be surprised when Frank is kneeling between his legs but he can't help putting a hand over top of Frank's to slow him just a little.
"Here, are you sure?" he asks and his voice is steadier than his feels.
"We don't mind," Jamia says as she shifts close enough that Mike knows anyone looking would think he's touching her leg, "unless you do."
He looks toward the house where it's obvious most people have gone and back at Frank who resting on his heels. He can hear the steady rhythm of their breathing as they wait for him to decide. He takes one last look at the house and nods.
"It's. . . I don't mind."
"Awesome," Frank says with a grin as he frees his fingers from under Mike's hand so he can flick open the button.
Mike is already semi-hard just thinking about what's going to happen. Frank's lips shine in the firelight from where he's licked them. Frank runs one finger over the length of his cock making denim and mental press into him just enough to be a teasing ghost of sensation. He has to force himself not to press into Frank's finger and he knows that Frank must feel his abortive movement because Frank glances up at him from his lashes playing coy while his mouth quirks into a smirk.
"Careful," Jamia says as Frank starts to work the zipper down.
Mike glances over at her but she isn't looking at him. Her gaze is focused on Frank. Frank doesn't stop even as he makes an irritated huff at Jamia's warning. Mike is used to Frank always having a comeback and it sends a warm curl of arousal through his gut to realize that Frank is too focused to talk back.
He's holding his breath as Frank slides a hand inside his hands. He lets it out slowly as Frank curls night-cool fingers under his cock and slowly lifts him out of his pants. The air feels cool against his cock where Frank isn't holding him. Frank rubs his thumb against the base of his cockhead. He keeps increasing the pressure until Mike's hips jerk.
"Don't keep him waiting," Jamia says voice breathier than usual but still with the hint of firmness that she always speaks with.
Frank looks up quickly, eyes skimming past Mike to look where Jamia is sitting beside him for just an instant. He says nothing but Mike knows they're still talking; it's in the tilt of Frank's head and the movement of his eyes. Frank smiles wide and deliberately looks over at Mike until Mike is looking into his eyes then Frank slowly runs his tongue along the curve of his bottom lip. Mike groans as he feels his cock hardening in Frank's hand just he knows Frank was expecting.
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I'll just be sitting here, putting my life on hold till there's more, no preasure or anything, don't mind me...... ;)
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He can hear Jamia's breathing but he can't look away from the movement of Frank's head and the way the firelight makes the shadows on Frank's face deeper, makes the bulge of his cock in Frank's mouth stand out more vividly than if it was full noon. Frank moans around his cock and Mike appreciates the way the vibrations accent the pull of Frank's mouth. Frank's hand is pressed firmly against his hip. Mike knows if he really wanted he could move but he forces himself to stay still, to just take what Frank is giving like the pressure of Frank's hand tells him to. Frank can't take the full length of his cock comfortably but he is fisting the base of Mike's cock with firm sure strokes timed to the slide of his mouth; he has better rhythm than Mike's last two girlfriends. He whimpers when Frank presses the tip of his tongue against an especially sensitive spot at the head of his cock. It takes him a second to realize that it wasn't Frank who made the pleased noise at that discovery but Jamia as if they're both blowing him. The thought makes his balls tighten and he groans.
"Are you close?" Jamia asks low and raspy.
He nods and says for Frank, who hasn't looked up, "yeah, so close."
"Frankie," she says and Frank hums around Mike's cock.
Frank takes his hand away from the base of Mike's cock and shifts forward. Mike feels Frank's throat flutter as he swallows around Mike's cock. He stares down at where his cock is disappearing into Frank's mouth. He wonders if he put his hand on the delicate skin of Frank's throat if he could feel his own cock. He cautiously moves one hand up but Jamia presses her leg against his shoulder in warning. He curls his fingers into a fist on the rough wood of the bench and concentrates on the feeling of Frank's throat flexing around his cock.
"He's good isn't he?" Jamia asks and Mike nods dumbfounded as Frank makes a happy noise around Mike's cock.
"You're going to come in his mouth," Jamia tells him and Mike can't hold on any longer.
He feels himself shot into the warmth of Frank's mouth and his vision whites out with pleasure. He sags against the table as Frank mouths as the sensitive head of his cock, tongue licking out to clean away the last remnants of his come before he carefully tucks Mike's dick back into his pants.
"I win," Frank says as he sits back on his heels.
Jamia laughs, too soft and low for it to be anything but intimate, and leans forward to hand Frank folded up bills. When he reaches to take them she shifts her hand so she can pull him up and forward. Frank goes willingly, planting his knees on the bench so he can kneel between Jamia's spread legs. Frank leans forward and she meets her halfway. The kiss is full and firm. Jamia cups the back of Frank's head in her hand to hold him in place as they kiss, Frank leaning forward into it. Jamia licks at his mouth, hand controlling the movement of Frank's head, and Mike realizes she'll get tasting him in the kiss. Mike leans back enjoying the way Frank is pliant under Jamia's hand, letting her control the kiss even as Frank braces himself on his hands so he can make it easier for her.
He is just starting to feel awkward when they break the kiss. They turn to him in as one with identical smiles.
"Thanks for helping us settle that, man" Frank says as if he hasn't just had Mike's dick in his mouth.
"Anytime," Mike says faintly.
Jamia snickers and after a beat Frank's giggle breaks the quiet.
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