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: CS/MCR, Gabe/MikeyromanticalgirlJuly 18 2011, 01:00:28 UTC
Mikey would be falling down drunk, except he’s leaning on Gabe, and Gabe’s leaning on the wall, so they’re mostly upright. He’s mostly upright drunk, which is a major achievement at this stage of the night. He’s not sure anymore whose party it is or if they’re even still in Jersey. It smells like Jersey, but that might just be the mass of bodies in the room that’s about two sizes too small to hold them all. “We should leave.”
“Go where?”
He realizes that leaving is a dubious plan at best, because leaving will involve walking and gravity, and he’s not sure he’s got either of those mastered anymore. “Upstairs?”
“Mmm.” Gabe shifts and tilts himself toward the door into the hallway. Mikey follows because the other option would be to land face-down on the floor. They stumble down, crashing from wall to wall. A small table sacrifices itself to the cause, and they manage to fall into the doorway of an empty bedroom.
Mikey lands on his back with a grunt, Gabe landing on top of him, their legs in the hallway. "Shit."
"Whatever." Gabe crawls up a bit until he's looking down at Mikey. "You made for a soft landing."
"Asshole." Mikey pushes him off, but Gabe pulls him along, so they end up on their sides facing each other. "What now?"
"There's a bed."
"It's like three feet away. And one foot up. That's like..."
Gabe nods. "I'm not getting you off right here."
"You're getting me off?"
"No."
"You were planning on it?"
"No."
"So you're just mentioning it to taunt me."
Gabe nods and tries to sit up, failing miserably, especially since Mikey has a firm grip on his shirt. "What?"
"That's just fucking mean." He jerks Gabe back down to him, nice and close. "You owe me for that, Saporta."
"If you say I should get you off..."
"Shut up." Mikey kisses him, sloppy and wet, mouth sliding over his as he pushes Gabe onto his back. He tries to straddle him and fails, draping his leg over one of Gabe's thighs and just missing kneeing him in the groin. His arms shake as he braces himself, but Gabe's mouth is easy and open and wet as Mikey licks his way into it, sucking Gabe's tongue.
Gabe groans roughly and grabs Mikey's shoulders, tugging him closer. "Fuck, Way."
"Fuck, huh?" Mikey grinds down on him, kissing him again, biting Gabe's lower lip. "So you are gonna get me off."
“Go where?”
He realizes that leaving is a dubious plan at best, because leaving will involve walking and gravity, and he’s not sure he’s got either of those mastered anymore. “Upstairs?”
“Mmm.” Gabe shifts and tilts himself toward the door into the hallway. Mikey follows because the other option would be to land face-down on the floor. They stumble down, crashing from wall to wall. A small table sacrifices itself to the cause, and they manage to fall into the doorway of an empty bedroom.
Mikey lands on his back with a grunt, Gabe landing on top of him, their legs in the hallway. "Shit."
"Whatever." Gabe crawls up a bit until he's looking down at Mikey. "You made for a soft landing."
"Asshole." Mikey pushes him off, but Gabe pulls him along, so they end up on their sides facing each other. "What now?"
"There's a bed."
"It's like three feet away. And one foot up. That's like..."
Gabe nods. "I'm not getting you off right here."
"You're getting me off?"
"No."
"You were planning on it?"
"No."
"So you're just mentioning it to taunt me."
Gabe nods and tries to sit up, failing miserably, especially since Mikey has a firm grip on his shirt. "What?"
"That's just fucking mean." He jerks Gabe back down to him, nice and close. "You owe me for that, Saporta."
"If you say I should get you off..."
"Shut up." Mikey kisses him, sloppy and wet, mouth sliding over his as he pushes Gabe onto his back. He tries to straddle him and fails, draping his leg over one of Gabe's thighs and just missing kneeing him in the groin. His arms shake as he braces himself, but Gabe's mouth is easy and open and wet as Mikey licks his way into it, sucking Gabe's tongue.
Gabe groans roughly and grabs Mikey's shoulders, tugging him closer. "Fuck, Way."
"Fuck, huh?" Mikey grinds down on him, kissing him again, biting Gabe's lower lip. "So you are gonna get me off."
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Why is there not thousands of Mikey/Gabe stories? I don't get it.
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I will add that there should be more Mikey/Gabe/Gerard stories as well. NOM.
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Something about them stumbling together, because four legs are better than two when one is falling down drunk. &BOYS;
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