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Another year with only one completed story, and it's under 300 words! It was actually started months ago but got stuck in my notebook until today when I finally typed it. It was a long time coming, especially since I started writing Mickey/Ben in my head from the trailer!
Title:
I come back to my room that first early morning in Vegas, giddy from the exhilaration of winning and sleep deprivation, to find Mickey waiting for me.
« Good job, Ben. » He says with his usual wry smile as he takes the chips from me.
I laugh, nearly drunk with victory, we sort-of hug, my hyper-sensitized senses focus on the smell of whiskey on his breath, the feel of it against my neck. His palm unerringly finds my hard-on and presses.
I gasp, stumble, nearly fall over but his eyes hold me up while the rest of him pushes me towards the bed. When I do collapse, I'm face-down on the bed and naked from the waist down. Mickey's hands are demanding and I try not to think about what he's doing. It hurts unpleasantly at first and as the pain grows the more I want. It stops and the next push burns unbearably, I know he's penetrating me, taking over my body the way he's taken over my life.
I think I laugh, maybe I cry, the high of winning battles behind my closed eyelids with the old familiar taste of loss. I can’t remember my orgasm but I know it happened, I feel it slipping away from me as shame creeps hotly up the back of my neck.
I’m so certain Mickey’s gone that I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his hand slapping my bare ass.
“Good job, Ben.” He repeats, taking my winnings with him as he goes.
Every time I win after that, the small clicking noise of the chips in the bag makes me flush with shame (lust?).
No hint of this incident goes into my essay.
Pairing: Ben/Mickey
Summary: PWP
Rating: R
Warnings: Dubious consent. The incredibly obvious, cheesy title can be blamed on Mamma Mia.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, movie, etc.
Please read and review!
Title:
I come back to my room that first early morning in Vegas, giddy from the exhilaration of winning and sleep deprivation, to find Mickey waiting for me.
« Good job, Ben. » He says with his usual wry smile as he takes the chips from me.
I laugh, nearly drunk with victory, we sort-of hug, my hyper-sensitized senses focus on the smell of whiskey on his breath, the feel of it against my neck. His palm unerringly finds my hard-on and presses.
I gasp, stumble, nearly fall over but his eyes hold me up while the rest of him pushes me towards the bed. When I do collapse, I'm face-down on the bed and naked from the waist down. Mickey's hands are demanding and I try not to think about what he's doing. It hurts unpleasantly at first and as the pain grows the more I want. It stops and the next push burns unbearably, I know he's penetrating me, taking over my body the way he's taken over my life.
I think I laugh, maybe I cry, the high of winning battles behind my closed eyelids with the old familiar taste of loss. I can’t remember my orgasm but I know it happened, I feel it slipping away from me as shame creeps hotly up the back of my neck.
I’m so certain Mickey’s gone that I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his hand slapping my bare ass.
“Good job, Ben.” He repeats, taking my winnings with him as he goes.
Every time I win after that, the small clicking noise of the chips in the bag makes me flush with shame (lust?).
No hint of this incident goes into my essay.
Pairing: Ben/Mickey
Summary: PWP
Rating: R
Warnings: Dubious consent. The incredibly obvious, cheesy title can be blamed on Mamma Mia.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, movie, etc.
Please read and review!