Give Me All Your Pills (Or Don't), 2/3
anonymous
November 10 2010, 11:31:41 UTC
The pill he picks out the next morning is another tablet like yesterday’s, but blue, and he crushes that one right after the pink one from yesterday.
The kid next to him starts tapping his pencil in the middle of class again, a steady click click click of plastic on plastic. Normally, it would just be noise, would just blend in with the whistles and clangs of the nitro factory next door, the faint buzzing of the lights overhead, but now that he’s taken notice, every click click click goes through him like a bell, loud and obnoxious and before he realizes what he’s doing, Mikey’s glaring at the kid and hissing, “Would you stop?”
The kid flinches, but he stops. Mikey turns back to the teacher. He’s got that weird feeling again, tingly and a little hot, but it’s different this time. Not as nice.
The next day, he takes the blue pill but not the pink one, and while he doesn’t get that weird, uncomfortable feeling again, the haze gets worse.
He crushes the blue pill, the pink pill, and a bigger purple capsule that he picks the next day.
Nothing special happens, as far as he can tell. The haze is the same as it was the first time he got rid of the blue pill: still there, but slowly losing its intensity. He keeps taking the purple capsule after that, just in case it’s the anti-radiation poisoning one.
He does this for two weeks, picking pills to keep and pills to crush. It’s all trial and error, and Mikey’s just waiting for the day he crushes the wrong pill and ends up sick. But it doesn’t come. He has days when the weird feelings get worse, when he snaps at people for no reason, but he also gets amazing feelings sometimes, when his teacher praises his work or when Gerard does something stupid or when he sees some graffiti in an alleyway with particularly interesting colors, bright and bold, not like the faded pastels BL/ind uses only when it’s necessary to color-code. Like with the pills.
Every time he gets one of those feelings, the haze starts to edge away, just a bit.
One day, he picks out a red capsule. He remembers this one. He remembers being very little, and his mother opening her pill bottle and picking out a little red capsule, sighing.
He tosses that capsule out with the others.
The day is…odd.
Mikey’s just a bit more irritable today, a little more snappish with people. His teachers have been giving him strange looks, but he’s able to shrug them off. The teachers don’t seem to notice anything, as long as he’s able to put his face back together, straight and stoic. They buy it every time. It’s what they expect.
The kid next to him has stopped tapping his pencil, but he’s started chewing it instead. Nibbling on the body of it, or just barely letting the tip into his mouth, and what? What?
He has to scoot back a bit in his chair to make sure. Yep. His pants are starting to show a bulge, and he’s got another warm, tingly feeling-but this one’s a little different, a little lower in his abdomen.
Mikey looks back at the kid next to him. He’s twirling the pen around now, fingers quick and dexterous, and the feeling gets stronger the more he watches. When Mikey looks back at the kid’s face, his eyes are focused on the pen, and he’s biting his lip ever so slightly as he starts twirling it at different angles and speeds.
Mikey lets his eyes stay on the kid’s mouth for a while. It’s weird, he’s not used to looking at other people like this, looking just to look, but…it makes the weird feeling even better, and the bulge in his pants gets bigger, and then suddenly, school’s over, and Mikey can’t remember the last thing the teacher said.
The kid stands up and walks away without looking at Mikey, but Mikey stays behind maybe a bit longer than he should, wondering what to do about the pants situation.
Give Me All Your Pills (Or Don't), 3/3
anonymous
November 10 2010, 11:35:06 UTC
Eventually the teacher and most of the students are gone, so he gets up and marches back home as quickly and inconspicuously as he can.
He gets home before Gerard does and his parents are both still at work, which is just fine with him, and he goes to the bedroom and locks the door.
Mikey sits on his bed and starts to undo his pants in what he hopes is the logical next step. Once he’s got his pants and boxers around his ankles, all he has to work with is a still half-hard dick.
There’s mandatory sexual education for all children taught at the standard schools, but it’s very basic. A man and a woman have sex to conceive a child. This is how penises work, this is how vaginas work, this is what to expect as you grow older. Sex does not occur outside of legally bound child-seeking couples.
So Mikey knows that he has an erection, that there’s blood filling his cock and making it start to flush red, but he’s not married, and he’s certainly not ready to have children.
He touches his cock experimentally, just brushing his hand against the head, and there’s a little jolt that runs through him, all the way down to his toes. It’s good, even better than any of the new feelings he’s been starting to experience without the pills, and he grips his cock with his whole fist and takes one long stroke, base to tip.
It’s so fucking good he has to do it again, and again, and then he’s suddenly aware that he’s fully hard, the tip of his cock leaking a little. He touches it with his fingertips, and then his palm, spreading it around before taking himself back in hand. It’s a little slicker now, and he can’t hold back a groan as he starts stroking again, a little faster, his hips rocking without his permission.
He picks up speed the longer he goes-Seconds? Minutes?-until the feeling starts to shift, still good, but…different. His muscles start to tense up, his toes curl in his shoes, and something hot and tight builds low in his chest until-until-
Mikey gasps and screws his eyes shut as a wave of good good so good hits him everywhere at once, and he shakes through it all, thrusting up into his hand until the wave finishes crashing over him, and he lies back on the bed. It’s a struggle to catch his breath back, but when he finally does, he’s suddenly aware that he has a mess all over his hand. And part of his shirt.
Right. The male ejaculates, delivering sperm to fertilize a female egg. But there’s no female.
And the books don’t mention that any part of sex feels like this, loose and warm and like nothing Mikey’s ever felt before. Maybe it doesn’t, when it’s with someone else. But he doubts that.
He gets up to grab some paper towels from the kitchen before changing his shirt, just as Gerard gets home.
“Hey,” Gerard says as he walks into the bedroom, putting his bag on the edge of his bed. “You all right? You look kind of funny.”
“I’m fine.” Mikey checks to make sure he didn’t put his shirt on backwards. He’s done that at least three times this week, after he stopped taking a larger yellow capsule. He’s been thinking about starting to take it again, but getting rid of that pill clears the haze more than losing any other pill has so far.
Gerard shrugs and pulls some homework out of his bag. “If you say so.”
The next morning, Mikey’s sorting through his pills when he says, “You should skip a few. Just for a day.”
Gerard swallows his gulp of water. “Come on, Mikey, that’s dangerous. I know it seems dumb that we have to take all these, but I don’t really like dying.”
“No, look, you don’t need all of them.” Mikey picks up a red capsule from his pile. “This one. Find this one and just toss it away, it’ll be fun.” Mikey puts the capsule in his pile of to-be-discarded pills.
Gerard rolls his eyes, but he starts sifting through his own pile. “This had better be worth it.”
“It will be,” Mikey says, finding the little pink tablet for the crush pile. “Don’t worry.”
Re: Give Me All Your Pills (Or Don't), 3/3
anonymous
November 11 2010, 23:34:47 UTC
Ahahaha, that was actually my first attempt at writing anything heavier than makeouts, so glad you think so!
After all these POSITIVE RESPONSES I WAS SO NOT EXPECTING FOR SOMETHING I WROTE WHILE NOT OF SOUND MIND, OMG GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL, I think I might actually write follow-ups. If I get some studying done before late tonight, I'll see what I can do!
Re: Give Me All Your Pills (Or Don't), 3/3
anonymous
November 14 2010, 09:52:34 UTC
This is fucking phenomenal; this is exactly the kind of world I see in my head when I try and picture where the Killjoys come from, and this is a wonderful, wonderful exploration of the ways they might discover what else is out there.
(I know this is a kinkmeme, but! If there's a full, expanded version of this story somewhere inside you, please let it out, and I'm first on the list to read it ♥)
Re: Give Me All Your Pills (Or Don't), 3/3
anonymous
November 14 2010, 16:17:19 UTC
sldkfj this comment is amazing. I'm so glad you like this version of the Killjoy world; what I love about this universe is that we've got all this canon but we can pretty much interpret it however and everyone has their own spin on it. I just really loved the idea of each of them trying out little bits of rebellion like this, slowly becoming more dissatisfied with the world around them.
(Like I said in an earlier comment, I am actually working on more! I'm going to write piece for each of them, I think. I have Gerard's almost finished and ready for posting, and I have an idea of how Frank's is going to go. So don't worry, more is on the way!)
Re: Give Me All Your Pills (Or Don't), 3/3itsthequietoneNovember 19 2010, 04:11:08 UTC
Oooo, backstory! This makes me so happy! I hadn't really put much thought into their early lives, honestly, and this is a great snapshot possibility. Yay brave!Mikey for trying to quit the pills! My first instinct would be to say that Gerard tried experimenting first, but it does make more sense now that Mikey would be the one to pull Gee along with him...
Re: Give Me All Your Pills (Or Don't), 3/3
anonymous
November 19 2010, 04:19:30 UTC
I don't actually know why Mikey hit me at first, but then I thought about it more, and, well, we all know Gerard and his dependency problems, right? He probably would have a lot more trouble dealing with being off the pills than Mikey, just getting used to not being in a flat drugged state all the time.
Backstory is kind of my favorite thing, even if I did kind of dig myself into a continuity hole between the dates and my re-aging (I'm thinking through everything before I write in this universe next time, agh). I love fleshing out this universe, and seeing what other people do with it. Thanks for the comment, I'm glad it makes you happy!
The kid next to him starts tapping his pencil in the middle of class again, a steady click click click of plastic on plastic. Normally, it would just be noise, would just blend in with the whistles and clangs of the nitro factory next door, the faint buzzing of the lights overhead, but now that he’s taken notice, every click click click goes through him like a bell, loud and obnoxious and before he realizes what he’s doing, Mikey’s glaring at the kid and hissing, “Would you stop?”
The kid flinches, but he stops. Mikey turns back to the teacher. He’s got that weird feeling again, tingly and a little hot, but it’s different this time. Not as nice.
The next day, he takes the blue pill but not the pink one, and while he doesn’t get that weird, uncomfortable feeling again, the haze gets worse.
He crushes the blue pill, the pink pill, and a bigger purple capsule that he picks the next day.
Nothing special happens, as far as he can tell. The haze is the same as it was the first time he got rid of the blue pill: still there, but slowly losing its intensity. He keeps taking the purple capsule after that, just in case it’s the anti-radiation poisoning one.
He does this for two weeks, picking pills to keep and pills to crush. It’s all trial and error, and Mikey’s just waiting for the day he crushes the wrong pill and ends up sick. But it doesn’t come. He has days when the weird feelings get worse, when he snaps at people for no reason, but he also gets amazing feelings sometimes, when his teacher praises his work or when Gerard does something stupid or when he sees some graffiti in an alleyway with particularly interesting colors, bright and bold, not like the faded pastels BL/ind uses only when it’s necessary to color-code. Like with the pills.
Every time he gets one of those feelings, the haze starts to edge away, just a bit.
One day, he picks out a red capsule. He remembers this one. He remembers being very little, and his mother opening her pill bottle and picking out a little red capsule, sighing.
He tosses that capsule out with the others.
The day is…odd.
Mikey’s just a bit more irritable today, a little more snappish with people. His teachers have been giving him strange looks, but he’s able to shrug them off. The teachers don’t seem to notice anything, as long as he’s able to put his face back together, straight and stoic. They buy it every time. It’s what they expect.
The kid next to him has stopped tapping his pencil, but he’s started chewing it instead. Nibbling on the body of it, or just barely letting the tip into his mouth, and what? What?
He has to scoot back a bit in his chair to make sure. Yep. His pants are starting to show a bulge, and he’s got another warm, tingly feeling-but this one’s a little different, a little lower in his abdomen.
Mikey looks back at the kid next to him. He’s twirling the pen around now, fingers quick and dexterous, and the feeling gets stronger the more he watches. When Mikey looks back at the kid’s face, his eyes are focused on the pen, and he’s biting his lip ever so slightly as he starts twirling it at different angles and speeds.
Mikey lets his eyes stay on the kid’s mouth for a while. It’s weird, he’s not used to looking at other people like this, looking just to look, but…it makes the weird feeling even better, and the bulge in his pants gets bigger, and then suddenly, school’s over, and Mikey can’t remember the last thing the teacher said.
The kid stands up and walks away without looking at Mikey, but Mikey stays behind maybe a bit longer than he should, wondering what to do about the pants situation.
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He gets home before Gerard does and his parents are both still at work, which is just fine with him, and he goes to the bedroom and locks the door.
Mikey sits on his bed and starts to undo his pants in what he hopes is the logical next step. Once he’s got his pants and boxers around his ankles, all he has to work with is a still half-hard dick.
There’s mandatory sexual education for all children taught at the standard schools, but it’s very basic. A man and a woman have sex to conceive a child. This is how penises work, this is how vaginas work, this is what to expect as you grow older. Sex does not occur outside of legally bound child-seeking couples.
So Mikey knows that he has an erection, that there’s blood filling his cock and making it start to flush red, but he’s not married, and he’s certainly not ready to have children.
He touches his cock experimentally, just brushing his hand against the head, and there’s a little jolt that runs through him, all the way down to his toes. It’s good, even better than any of the new feelings he’s been starting to experience without the pills, and he grips his cock with his whole fist and takes one long stroke, base to tip.
It’s so fucking good he has to do it again, and again, and then he’s suddenly aware that he’s fully hard, the tip of his cock leaking a little. He touches it with his fingertips, and then his palm, spreading it around before taking himself back in hand. It’s a little slicker now, and he can’t hold back a groan as he starts stroking again, a little faster, his hips rocking without his permission.
He picks up speed the longer he goes-Seconds? Minutes?-until the feeling starts to shift, still good, but…different. His muscles start to tense up, his toes curl in his shoes, and something hot and tight builds low in his chest until-until-
Mikey gasps and screws his eyes shut as a wave of good good so good hits him everywhere at once, and he shakes through it all, thrusting up into his hand until the wave finishes crashing over him, and he lies back on the bed. It’s a struggle to catch his breath back, but when he finally does, he’s suddenly aware that he has a mess all over his hand. And part of his shirt.
Right. The male ejaculates, delivering sperm to fertilize a female egg. But there’s no female.
And the books don’t mention that any part of sex feels like this, loose and warm and like nothing Mikey’s ever felt before. Maybe it doesn’t, when it’s with someone else. But he doubts that.
He gets up to grab some paper towels from the kitchen before changing his shirt, just as Gerard gets home.
“Hey,” Gerard says as he walks into the bedroom, putting his bag on the edge of his bed. “You all right? You look kind of funny.”
“I’m fine.” Mikey checks to make sure he didn’t put his shirt on backwards. He’s done that at least three times this week, after he stopped taking a larger yellow capsule. He’s been thinking about starting to take it again, but getting rid of that pill clears the haze more than losing any other pill has so far.
Gerard shrugs and pulls some homework out of his bag. “If you say so.”
The next morning, Mikey’s sorting through his pills when he says, “You should skip a few. Just for a day.”
Gerard swallows his gulp of water. “Come on, Mikey, that’s dangerous. I know it seems dumb that we have to take all these, but I don’t really like dying.”
“No, look, you don’t need all of them.” Mikey picks up a red capsule from his pile. “This one. Find this one and just toss it away, it’ll be fun.” Mikey puts the capsule in his pile of to-be-discarded pills.
Gerard rolls his eyes, but he starts sifting through his own pile. “This had better be worth it.”
“It will be,” Mikey says, finding the little pink tablet for the crush pile. “Don’t worry.”
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eheh Gee, trust your brother, it will be fun ;)
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Gerard has to trust Mikey, he's the smart one! ...The smart one who sometimes forgets that household appliances don't belong in the shower!
You can't blame Gerard for having some doubts, okay.
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After all these POSITIVE RESPONSES I WAS SO NOT EXPECTING FOR SOMETHING I WROTE WHILE NOT OF SOUND MIND, OMG GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL, I think I might actually write follow-ups. If I get some studying done before late tonight, I'll see what I can do!
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(I know this is a kinkmeme, but! If there's a full, expanded version of this story somewhere inside you, please let it out, and I'm first on the list to read it ♥)
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(Like I said in an earlier comment, I am actually working on more! I'm going to write piece for each of them, I think. I have Gerard's almost finished and ready for posting, and I have an idea of how Frank's is going to go. So don't worry, more is on the way!)
But seriously. Thank you so much.
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Backstory is kind of my favorite thing, even if I did kind of dig myself into a continuity hole between the dates and my re-aging (I'm thinking through everything before I write in this universe next time, agh). I love fleshing out this universe, and seeing what other people do with it. Thanks for the comment, I'm glad it makes you happy!
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