Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Re: Pedicone/anyoneromanticalgirlJuly 14 2011, 18:20:52 UTC
Frank is drunk. The giggling, happy drunk that means he talked to his ladies and then jerked off talking to Jamia and had a few to wash away the melancholy of a whole lot of miles. Why he's in the hotel weight room after all that, Mike can't actually say.
"You're going to kill yourself if you try to lift anything tonight."
"No. No. Came down for the show." Frank beams at him, and Mike adds 'hung out with fans after the show' to his list of things that's making Frank happy. Happiest mother-fucker he knows. Frank snaps his fingers. "Dance, monkey! Dance!"
Mike raises an eyebrow and flips Frank off, but goes back to his routine anyway, working his way through the machines before settling on free weights to cool down.
"How much can you bench press?"
"Two-fifty."
"Huh." Frank's straddling the bench, just the balls of his feet on the floor, knees bouncing. "So you could, like, bench press me."
"Your daughters could bench press you, you're pocket-sized."
"Fuck you. I bet you can't do it."
"Why the fuck would I take that bet?"
Frank pauses for a minute and rubs his chin. "Loser has to be present in the bathroom when the winner takes a dump."
"And you buy me dinner for a week. Real food. Not your weird veggie substitute crap."
"Vegetables are awesome."
"Your bacon is not bacon, dude. Not even close." Mike smirks at him. "Deal?"
Frank grins. "The veggie substitute stuff makes for a smellier dump."
"You've got no clue what I'm going to eat, Iero." He looks Frank over, judging weight ratios and the deceptive smallness of his body. "But not a bench press."
"Ha! I already win."
"Clean and jerk."
"If you drop me at the end, I will kick you in the balls and face."
"You can't reach my face." Mike gestures to the floor at his feet. "C'mon, little man. I need to work up an appetite."
Frank scrambles off the bench and stretches out, wiggling to get comfortable. Mike squats down and slides his hands under Frank's shoulders and thighs, testing his balance. Frank shifts a little and Mike gives him a warning look.
"You squirm, and you're going to end up dropped from six feet or more in the air." He adjusts his stance, feet hip-width apart, and lifts. Frank gasps, but stays still, and Mike has a great view of Frank's crotch, the bulge of his erection. "Least effective way to get a blow job, Iero."
Frank giggles, a little breathlessly. "Shit, you discovered my cunning plan."
Mike's arms are trembling from the weird balance of weight on his hands, and he knows he needs to shift his grip if he's going to get Frank up over his head, but before doing that, he leans in, mouthing a hot kiss over Frank's dick. Frank reacts, body jerking, and Mike uses that to his advantage, adjusting his hold and lifting Frank up over his head.
Frank squeaks, the most undignified fucking sound ever, and Mike nearly drops him when he starts to laugh. Instead he curls Frank down and in against his chest. Frank's breathing hard and laughing and turning red, and it's probably the cutest damn thing Mike's seen for a while. "You're lucky, you know."
"H-how's that?" Frank still can't touch the ground, but he's wriggling his way down Mike's body in an effort to get there.
Mike smiles and shifts him back up higher, looking at Frank's mouth for a moment before kissing him lightly. "I hear bets with Wentz means you end up drinking your own pee."
Re: Pedicone/anyonex_dark_siren_xJuly 15 2011, 12:23:12 UTC
"Your daughters could bench press you, you're pocket-sized." Heee. Frank is short jokes will never not be funny to me says the girl who is actually smaller than him ¬__¬. Mainly because of the whole insult wrapped up in banter that's really just a product of having known someone for years. Because I like that. Um.
I liked this, is what I'm trying to say, for reasons that I cannot quite articulate properly. It makes me happy, and I needed that. So, y'know. Thank you.
Re: Pedicone/anyonedesfinadoJuly 15 2011, 21:22:53 UTC
SO CUTE AND ALSO HOT. Frank is the MOST TRANSPARENT and Mikey has the MOST MUSCLES *___________* UNF
Frank squeaks, the most undignified fucking sound ever, and Mike nearly drops him when he starts to laugh. Instead he curls Frank down and in against his chest. Frank's breathing hard and laughing and turning red, and it's probably the cutest damn thing Mike's seen for a while. "You're lucky, you know."
Re: Pedicone/anyoneromanticalgirlJuly 17 2011, 05:33:42 UTC
They are ridiculous.
I fully intended to write hot sweaty muscles and ink and biceps and writhing around together, but...then this happened. VEXED, I tell you. I was VEXED.
"You're going to kill yourself if you try to lift anything tonight."
"No. No. Came down for the show." Frank beams at him, and Mike adds 'hung out with fans after the show' to his list of things that's making Frank happy. Happiest mother-fucker he knows. Frank snaps his fingers. "Dance, monkey! Dance!"
Mike raises an eyebrow and flips Frank off, but goes back to his routine anyway, working his way through the machines before settling on free weights to cool down.
"How much can you bench press?"
"Two-fifty."
"Huh." Frank's straddling the bench, just the balls of his feet on the floor, knees bouncing. "So you could, like, bench press me."
"Your daughters could bench press you, you're pocket-sized."
"Fuck you. I bet you can't do it."
"Why the fuck would I take that bet?"
Frank pauses for a minute and rubs his chin. "Loser has to be present in the bathroom when the winner takes a dump."
"And you buy me dinner for a week. Real food. Not your weird veggie substitute crap."
"Vegetables are awesome."
"Your bacon is not bacon, dude. Not even close." Mike smirks at him. "Deal?"
Frank grins. "The veggie substitute stuff makes for a smellier dump."
"You've got no clue what I'm going to eat, Iero." He looks Frank over, judging weight ratios and the deceptive smallness of his body. "But not a bench press."
"Ha! I already win."
"Clean and jerk."
"If you drop me at the end, I will kick you in the balls and face."
"You can't reach my face." Mike gestures to the floor at his feet. "C'mon, little man. I need to work up an appetite."
Frank scrambles off the bench and stretches out, wiggling to get comfortable. Mike squats down and slides his hands under Frank's shoulders and thighs, testing his balance. Frank shifts a little and Mike gives him a warning look.
"You squirm, and you're going to end up dropped from six feet or more in the air." He adjusts his stance, feet hip-width apart, and lifts. Frank gasps, but stays still, and Mike has a great view of Frank's crotch, the bulge of his erection. "Least effective way to get a blow job, Iero."
Frank giggles, a little breathlessly. "Shit, you discovered my cunning plan."
Mike's arms are trembling from the weird balance of weight on his hands, and he knows he needs to shift his grip if he's going to get Frank up over his head, but before doing that, he leans in, mouthing a hot kiss over Frank's dick. Frank reacts, body jerking, and Mike uses that to his advantage, adjusting his hold and lifting Frank up over his head.
Frank squeaks, the most undignified fucking sound ever, and Mike nearly drops him when he starts to laugh. Instead he curls Frank down and in against his chest. Frank's breathing hard and laughing and turning red, and it's probably the cutest damn thing Mike's seen for a while. "You're lucky, you know."
"H-how's that?" Frank still can't touch the ground, but he's wriggling his way down Mike's body in an effort to get there.
Mike smiles and shifts him back up higher, looking at Frank's mouth for a moment before kissing him lightly. "I hear bets with Wentz means you end up drinking your own pee."
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I liked this, is what I'm trying to say, for reasons that I cannot quite articulate properly. It makes me happy, and I needed that. So, y'know. Thank you.
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I loved how they talked to one another, and how Mike did actually lift Frank above his head. :D
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That...actually may be my favorite thing about them.
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Frank squeaks, the most undignified fucking sound ever, and Mike nearly drops him when he starts to laugh. Instead he curls Frank down and in against his chest. Frank's breathing hard and laughing and turning red, and it's probably the cutest damn thing Mike's seen for a while. "You're lucky, you know."
Loved this image, and Frank's reaction ♥ ♥
Thank you SO MUCH for this incredible fill! :D
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I fully intended to write hot sweaty muscles and ink and biceps and writhing around together, but...then this happened. VEXED, I tell you. I was VEXED.
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I want your Pedicone as my best friend.
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