Writers block has ended (hopefully)
Title: A Friendly Interference
Rating: Uh, R/NC-17?
Pairings: Keith/Mick
Word Count: 2579
Disclaimer: Fake fake fake. Didn't happen.
A/N: This is around the time when they were shooting the video for "We Love You". Also, I decided to write this for festive_tights because it was a wishlist pairing. It sounded like a fine idea this morning at 2:30.
Keith was perched in his wooden chair, surveying the near empty inhabited courtroom. Leisurely, he leaned forwards and folded his thin arms in front of him.
Today, they had gone into the studio to record a few new songs. One of those was currently being turned into a promotional film. It was at the end of the trials of the Redlands-- which had been very hectic, tiring, and draining, not to mention very public; Keith was just ready to fully disappear off the face of the earth and to be never seen again. However, knowing how Karma and her evil ways work, that would never be happening any time soon. The option on death was definitely out of the picture.
Today, they were filming. It was like a concept type of video: complete with chains, slamming doors, and other worldly types of intonations that could have been used in a horror film. Somehow, Mick had managed to write a few songs while spending time in a jail cell (Keith had seen how Mick had acted and thought for sure that he wouldn’t make it; the boy was crying), and Keith was surprised to even see that Mick was able to do anything but write. He had written a song to the fans, thanking then for their unwavering loyalty.
Ideas were tossed around about what type of video they should make. While tossing around a small thing of chains, Marianne had pointed out that they should do a trial video. After a bit of thought, it was decided that they should re-enact the trial of Oscar Wilde in 1895. It seemed appropriate and they all dressed up for it-- well, Marianne, Mick, and Keith dressed up for it. Keith donned the judge position, while Mick chose to be Oscar. Marianne had bedecked the clothes of what Lord Alfred Douglas would wear; she looked fabulous.
As the day rolled on, both of the twins had felt their impending trials coming up and showed it. They were a bit tense, but soon eased into the mood of a playful and teasing youth. Many takes were done, many wardrobe changes seemed to be in the future, but they got through the day; but, by hook or crook, Mick got the lovely idea of donning the fur rug that had been used in the trial (it was ironic since Marianne had been caught in the same rug that he was currently using).
Mick decided to get stark naked under it and perch himself on top of the judges podium. He happened to be sitting in front of Keith. Keith had adjusted his wig, which was made out of money-- he had no idea why he had it on, but he was loving it.
‘Just why did Mick put himself in front of me? How did we end up here, like this?’ Keith thought after Mick so graciously deposited himself in front of him.
Right now, they had been finishing up the day and the cameras were just nearly out of film. Peter Whitehead, who had been called in to direct the video, took the footage back and decided what to make of what he had got. A last minute break was called and the film crew egresses from their assigned positions. Marianne had decided to call her parents, talk to them, and give them updates on her well-being. Only Mick and Keith were left by themselves in the room, both waiting for what the situation would be addressed as. Mick had enveloped himself in the fur rug and did not feel like putting back on the clothes he previously had.
“Do you really have to sit in front of me?” Keith deadpanned. “There are other places to be and you choose here; and put your clothes back on.”
“Let me think about that,” Mick said thoughtfully, placing a finger on his chin. “No; I’m quite happy where I’m at, so deal.”
Keith sighed and leaned back
“Besides, it’ll give you something to look at.”
“And you’re so conceited.”
“Ya damn right I am,” Mick fired back, “and you love me for that.”
Keith just snorted and shook his head, his black hair grazing his neck. Moments had ticked by and the sight of the crew was not anywhere near their visions focus. Keith looked all around the room, gazing at the fluorescent lights that made low humming noises, the brown-coated walls, the wooden seats, then back to Mick. Mick was fiddling with his nails and inspecting them as Keith watched on.
Keith contemplated as he visually searched Mick’s exposed upper body. He gazed at the vertebrae that made themselves known through the nearly translucent white skin of Mick’s body. He watched as the thin shoulders slopped into a curved neck with burnt sienna hair adorning part of his neck, which seemed to further pale Mick’s features. It was much longer then a year ago.
Suddenly as if he was thinking at a fast speed, a smirk formed over his cracked lips and gazed at the multi-tanned colored blanket like rug of fur. As if he were sneaking a cookie from the jar, he inched his fingers up through an opening of the fur to tenderly touch at the soft skin underneath the tawny material. His fingers grazed over Mick’s thigh and slowly dug his nails into the surface.
Mick took a moment to peer out of his baby blue eyes to survey what Keith had in mind. He watched in slight anticipation as to what Keith would try. He observed Keith’s other hand inching under the fur to come and meet with his hips. Soon Mick fully turned his head towards Keith and watched as the younger boy tilted his head. He looked so innocent, as if he were experimenting with a new, fascinating toy.
Over a short period, Mick’s breath became lament and sped up to a much more audible breath. Keith let his hands wonder and explore down Mick’s legs.
“C’mon Keith,” Mick nearly moaned out, “not here, of all places. We gotta--… do this film.” His voice failed to reach his mouth as it cut off to let out a lucrative breath as Keith brushed over a particularly sensitive part of his body.
“You didn’t want to move Mick,” Keith said distractedly, his attention in other places. “Now ya gotta suffer… the consequences of your choice.”
“But not here,” Mick nearly hissed. “There are people still here; Marianne is right outside.”
“Relax,” Keith said lazily, stroking Mick further in the same area. “Besides, this could be adventurous.”
“Last ti--… time you said that was in jail; it was not fun.”
“But this time, it is.”
“Better hope nobody doesn’t come in. ‘specially not Marianne,” Mick muttered before letting his head loll back. He’d rather let himself be fully taken over by these sensations, thanks to some help of Keith’s fingers.
“I intend to exploit it fully,” Keith said, desire dusting at the edges of his voice. “It’s not everyday that I get this opportunity all the time.”
“Yeah, well--” Mick’s sentence rolled off his tongue before he could get the words out of his throat, only to be replaced by an exquisite moan. Keith’s hands traced invisible circular paths down his stomach and groin.
Keith could feel the insistent need budding in his own groin area and the urgency that was following it shortly afterward. He also felt a pronounced need of Mick when his hands would lightly tease that area. He grasped Mick’s arousal and began to stroke him at a slow, almost unbearable momentum.
Mick hissed through his teeth, sucking in needy gasps of air. He felt those calloused footed fingers dance around his arousal at that unwanted tempo-- he wanted Keith to hurry up. He felt those desirable feelings lashing out into his body.
“God, you’re such a tease,” Mick had nearly called out into the open air.
Keith grinned.
“Hey Mick?” Mick froze when he heard that feminine voice slide through his ears and felt Keith’s hand slow down. Marianne was hovering in the doorway, holding a long cord connected to the phone. She stood at the other side of the room; her eyes could not see what they were doing.
“Mum wants to know if you’ll be around for dinner?”
Keith got an idea and beamed a leering smile. He squeezed his hands and went faster, causing Mick to shudder. Mick shot Keith a dirty glare as best as he could muster before the pleasure would overtake his face. Keith just grinned, his misaligned teeth highlighted by the afterglow of the afternoon sun. Mick bit his lip as he felt the overwhelming sensation override his senses.
“I--… I’ll be th-there.” Mick nearly groaned out those words, his throat straining to make them sound as if he were giving hr her desired answer.
Keith nearly laughed when he saw the expression that Mick was trying to make. Mick could barely shudder out a sound that did not resemble a cry of passion.
“You sound tense. Anything wrong?” her voice had asked, worry touching it.
With all of his bearings, Mick managed to mumble out a ‘no’ with much difficulty then Marianne would fail to realize.
“Alright,” she said, a suspicious undertone caught in her voice. She turned around to go back outside.
Keith’s hands had finally come to a halt. “God,” Mick said, exasperated, “you’re such a bastard, you know that?”
“All for you,” Keith smiled brightly.
Mick shot him a dirty look as best as his face would allow. Sometimes, Keith could be such a dirty bugger. He then sighed and still kept gazing at Keith’s face. The other boy looked at Mick with an expression that Mick knew anywhere.
“You can’t be serious for thinking that? Mick spoke in disbelief.
Keith just kept smiling; it seemed to grow larger then the power of the sun. “C’mon Mick,” he said enthusiastically. “It could be a blast; like misbehaving.”
“When do you not do that?” Mick said flatly.
“Come on Michael,” Keith said playfully.
“No.”
“It could be different.”
“No.”
“You’re not changing your mind, are you?”
“No.”
Keith sighed and fumbled his hands in thought. Someway or another, he really wanted to persuade Mick into doing this here, in a courtroom, the same ones that were used to crack down on them and send them into havens of torture. “Nobodies here, it’s empty and there’s just us,” Keith tried to plead. “Besides, you’ve always wanted to go places that were forbidden; off limits and could never get away with. Here’s something.”
Mick eyed Keith suspiciously. Keith did have a point: he had always wanted to do that; the danger of getting caught had excited him like no other aphrodisiac known to man could. His mind slowly went through the feat of ‘process of elimination’ as he considered and weighed the options. He thought about what could happen, but he wanted that high of ecstasy that he so craved for.
Keith watched closely as Mick decided. He saw the flashes in his eyes that would signal the final choice. Like windows in the sunlight, he saw the answer he so desperately wanted: the confirmation of a ‘yes’ sent him spiraling into anticipation as to what they could do next. Almost daringly, Mick slowly retracted his legs from the wooden surface of Keith’s judge pane. He slid each leg over to Keith’s lap, separating them on each side of Keith’s legs.
The fur rug languidly slid off his skeletal thin legs to lightly pool around his lap. With the fur rug balled in his hand, Mick kept in from falling off his lanky hips. As he slid further down into Keith’s lap, Keith had been unbuttoning his trousers after he had removed the judge’s attire. Mick slowly leaned into Keith as the other did the same, both with the intentions to be near each other. Their eyes locked with each other; staring into each other’s soul through their own eyes, seeing the desired wants and goals. Both met in a haze of passion and an overwhelming amount of lust.
Mick delicately placed his hands on Keith’s shoulders, gripping them as though he would fade away. Tongues met in a fury and battled like life itself was in the balance and on the brink of destruction. Mick squeezed Keith’s shoulders to withdraw (a much harder task to do). Keith brought up his hand and gathered up enough spit to coat his own desire. He lubed himself up and watched as Mick indolently slide down and push Keith into his body.
“If we get caught for this, I blame you,” Mick muttered into his ear as he brought himself down to sheath Keith completely.
Mick squirmed on instinct and felt the intrusion and the feeling of being impaled. He grits his teeth, feeling like he would be ripped apart into two separate beings.
Keith tipped his head back feeling the tight muscles and heat surround him. He caressed Mick’s sides and brought his hands down to rest on the bony hips of Mick’s, heating them with solid heat and to give him reassurance that Keith was there with him through the whole process. He looked up into those blue eyes for a signal; hoping Mick could answer his silent plea. They connected and Keith was sure he could fulfill what they both had been craving.
Mick felt the minuscule movements turn into large, long movements. He buried his head into the slope of Keith’s shoulders and neck, inhaling the soft sent that made Keith. With every thrust, he felt the dull throb fade away and replaced by those wonderful perceptions that he so wanted. The fear of being caught had dulled to a mere afterthought as his mind became washed over with nothing but the thought of being near the other boy. Each movement became more frequent and filled with more desperation to feel. The chair squeaked and slightly rocked, threatening to send them toppling.
Then, as though the cosmos had stopped and aligned, both became awash with the unbridled ecstasy that overcame all senses. For a brief time, they had shed all Earthly restraints and shot through the space of pure bliss. They floated through the colors and stars burning brightly in passion. For a moment in time, they were combined, hearts beating as one being. As they flew into the afterglow, both had come back down into their respective bodies.
Only breaths of panting air were heard throughout the room. Mick could have sworn that their hearts were in harmony. As the feeling faded, Keith had finally opened his eyes. They stared directly into each other. Blue and brown. The ocean and land. Light and dark.
Finally, Keith smiled up at Mick. “Didn’t I tell you it’d be fun?”
Mick gave him a look, but could not keep off the grin that sprung across his face. He lifted himself off Keith while the other helped. Mick re-wrapped himself in that rug, now drenched in sweat and other liquids.
“I have a feeling that my thighs will be killing me later,” Mick stated. “Next time, find a better place that won’t be a pain later.”
“Hey,” Keith held up his hands in defense, “you chose to do that here; we could have just gotten on the floor.”
“Yeah, well…” Mick shrugged his shoulders. “Next time, I get to choose.” Mick thought for a moment. “Perhaps maybe in your Bentley.”
Rating: Uh, R/NC-17?
Pairings: Keith/Mick
Word Count: 2579
Disclaimer: Fake fake fake. Didn't happen.
A/N: This is around the time when they were shooting the video for "We Love You". Also, I decided to write this for festive_tights because it was a wishlist pairing. It sounded like a fine idea this morning at 2:30.
Keith was perched in his wooden chair, surveying the near empty inhabited courtroom. Leisurely, he leaned forwards and folded his thin arms in front of him.
Today, they had gone into the studio to record a few new songs. One of those was currently being turned into a promotional film. It was at the end of the trials of the Redlands-- which had been very hectic, tiring, and draining, not to mention very public; Keith was just ready to fully disappear off the face of the earth and to be never seen again. However, knowing how Karma and her evil ways work, that would never be happening any time soon. The option on death was definitely out of the picture.
Today, they were filming. It was like a concept type of video: complete with chains, slamming doors, and other worldly types of intonations that could have been used in a horror film. Somehow, Mick had managed to write a few songs while spending time in a jail cell (Keith had seen how Mick had acted and thought for sure that he wouldn’t make it; the boy was crying), and Keith was surprised to even see that Mick was able to do anything but write. He had written a song to the fans, thanking then for their unwavering loyalty.
Ideas were tossed around about what type of video they should make. While tossing around a small thing of chains, Marianne had pointed out that they should do a trial video. After a bit of thought, it was decided that they should re-enact the trial of Oscar Wilde in 1895. It seemed appropriate and they all dressed up for it-- well, Marianne, Mick, and Keith dressed up for it. Keith donned the judge position, while Mick chose to be Oscar. Marianne had bedecked the clothes of what Lord Alfred Douglas would wear; she looked fabulous.
As the day rolled on, both of the twins had felt their impending trials coming up and showed it. They were a bit tense, but soon eased into the mood of a playful and teasing youth. Many takes were done, many wardrobe changes seemed to be in the future, but they got through the day; but, by hook or crook, Mick got the lovely idea of donning the fur rug that had been used in the trial (it was ironic since Marianne had been caught in the same rug that he was currently using).
Mick decided to get stark naked under it and perch himself on top of the judges podium. He happened to be sitting in front of Keith. Keith had adjusted his wig, which was made out of money-- he had no idea why he had it on, but he was loving it.
‘Just why did Mick put himself in front of me? How did we end up here, like this?’ Keith thought after Mick so graciously deposited himself in front of him.
Right now, they had been finishing up the day and the cameras were just nearly out of film. Peter Whitehead, who had been called in to direct the video, took the footage back and decided what to make of what he had got. A last minute break was called and the film crew egresses from their assigned positions. Marianne had decided to call her parents, talk to them, and give them updates on her well-being. Only Mick and Keith were left by themselves in the room, both waiting for what the situation would be addressed as. Mick had enveloped himself in the fur rug and did not feel like putting back on the clothes he previously had.
“Do you really have to sit in front of me?” Keith deadpanned. “There are other places to be and you choose here; and put your clothes back on.”
“Let me think about that,” Mick said thoughtfully, placing a finger on his chin. “No; I’m quite happy where I’m at, so deal.”
Keith sighed and leaned back
“Besides, it’ll give you something to look at.”
“And you’re so conceited.”
“Ya damn right I am,” Mick fired back, “and you love me for that.”
Keith just snorted and shook his head, his black hair grazing his neck. Moments had ticked by and the sight of the crew was not anywhere near their visions focus. Keith looked all around the room, gazing at the fluorescent lights that made low humming noises, the brown-coated walls, the wooden seats, then back to Mick. Mick was fiddling with his nails and inspecting them as Keith watched on.
Keith contemplated as he visually searched Mick’s exposed upper body. He gazed at the vertebrae that made themselves known through the nearly translucent white skin of Mick’s body. He watched as the thin shoulders slopped into a curved neck with burnt sienna hair adorning part of his neck, which seemed to further pale Mick’s features. It was much longer then a year ago.
Suddenly as if he was thinking at a fast speed, a smirk formed over his cracked lips and gazed at the multi-tanned colored blanket like rug of fur. As if he were sneaking a cookie from the jar, he inched his fingers up through an opening of the fur to tenderly touch at the soft skin underneath the tawny material. His fingers grazed over Mick’s thigh and slowly dug his nails into the surface.
Mick took a moment to peer out of his baby blue eyes to survey what Keith had in mind. He watched in slight anticipation as to what Keith would try. He observed Keith’s other hand inching under the fur to come and meet with his hips. Soon Mick fully turned his head towards Keith and watched as the younger boy tilted his head. He looked so innocent, as if he were experimenting with a new, fascinating toy.
Over a short period, Mick’s breath became lament and sped up to a much more audible breath. Keith let his hands wonder and explore down Mick’s legs.
“C’mon Keith,” Mick nearly moaned out, “not here, of all places. We gotta--… do this film.” His voice failed to reach his mouth as it cut off to let out a lucrative breath as Keith brushed over a particularly sensitive part of his body.
“You didn’t want to move Mick,” Keith said distractedly, his attention in other places. “Now ya gotta suffer… the consequences of your choice.”
“But not here,” Mick nearly hissed. “There are people still here; Marianne is right outside.”
“Relax,” Keith said lazily, stroking Mick further in the same area. “Besides, this could be adventurous.”
“Last ti--… time you said that was in jail; it was not fun.”
“But this time, it is.”
“Better hope nobody doesn’t come in. ‘specially not Marianne,” Mick muttered before letting his head loll back. He’d rather let himself be fully taken over by these sensations, thanks to some help of Keith’s fingers.
“I intend to exploit it fully,” Keith said, desire dusting at the edges of his voice. “It’s not everyday that I get this opportunity all the time.”
“Yeah, well--” Mick’s sentence rolled off his tongue before he could get the words out of his throat, only to be replaced by an exquisite moan. Keith’s hands traced invisible circular paths down his stomach and groin.
Keith could feel the insistent need budding in his own groin area and the urgency that was following it shortly afterward. He also felt a pronounced need of Mick when his hands would lightly tease that area. He grasped Mick’s arousal and began to stroke him at a slow, almost unbearable momentum.
Mick hissed through his teeth, sucking in needy gasps of air. He felt those calloused footed fingers dance around his arousal at that unwanted tempo-- he wanted Keith to hurry up. He felt those desirable feelings lashing out into his body.
“God, you’re such a tease,” Mick had nearly called out into the open air.
Keith grinned.
“Hey Mick?” Mick froze when he heard that feminine voice slide through his ears and felt Keith’s hand slow down. Marianne was hovering in the doorway, holding a long cord connected to the phone. She stood at the other side of the room; her eyes could not see what they were doing.
“Mum wants to know if you’ll be around for dinner?”
Keith got an idea and beamed a leering smile. He squeezed his hands and went faster, causing Mick to shudder. Mick shot Keith a dirty glare as best as he could muster before the pleasure would overtake his face. Keith just grinned, his misaligned teeth highlighted by the afterglow of the afternoon sun. Mick bit his lip as he felt the overwhelming sensation override his senses.
“I--… I’ll be th-there.” Mick nearly groaned out those words, his throat straining to make them sound as if he were giving hr her desired answer.
Keith nearly laughed when he saw the expression that Mick was trying to make. Mick could barely shudder out a sound that did not resemble a cry of passion.
“You sound tense. Anything wrong?” her voice had asked, worry touching it.
With all of his bearings, Mick managed to mumble out a ‘no’ with much difficulty then Marianne would fail to realize.
“Alright,” she said, a suspicious undertone caught in her voice. She turned around to go back outside.
Keith’s hands had finally come to a halt. “God,” Mick said, exasperated, “you’re such a bastard, you know that?”
“All for you,” Keith smiled brightly.
Mick shot him a dirty look as best as his face would allow. Sometimes, Keith could be such a dirty bugger. He then sighed and still kept gazing at Keith’s face. The other boy looked at Mick with an expression that Mick knew anywhere.
“You can’t be serious for thinking that? Mick spoke in disbelief.
Keith just kept smiling; it seemed to grow larger then the power of the sun. “C’mon Mick,” he said enthusiastically. “It could be a blast; like misbehaving.”
“When do you not do that?” Mick said flatly.
“Come on Michael,” Keith said playfully.
“No.”
“It could be different.”
“No.”
“You’re not changing your mind, are you?”
“No.”
Keith sighed and fumbled his hands in thought. Someway or another, he really wanted to persuade Mick into doing this here, in a courtroom, the same ones that were used to crack down on them and send them into havens of torture. “Nobodies here, it’s empty and there’s just us,” Keith tried to plead. “Besides, you’ve always wanted to go places that were forbidden; off limits and could never get away with. Here’s something.”
Mick eyed Keith suspiciously. Keith did have a point: he had always wanted to do that; the danger of getting caught had excited him like no other aphrodisiac known to man could. His mind slowly went through the feat of ‘process of elimination’ as he considered and weighed the options. He thought about what could happen, but he wanted that high of ecstasy that he so craved for.
Keith watched closely as Mick decided. He saw the flashes in his eyes that would signal the final choice. Like windows in the sunlight, he saw the answer he so desperately wanted: the confirmation of a ‘yes’ sent him spiraling into anticipation as to what they could do next. Almost daringly, Mick slowly retracted his legs from the wooden surface of Keith’s judge pane. He slid each leg over to Keith’s lap, separating them on each side of Keith’s legs.
The fur rug languidly slid off his skeletal thin legs to lightly pool around his lap. With the fur rug balled in his hand, Mick kept in from falling off his lanky hips. As he slid further down into Keith’s lap, Keith had been unbuttoning his trousers after he had removed the judge’s attire. Mick slowly leaned into Keith as the other did the same, both with the intentions to be near each other. Their eyes locked with each other; staring into each other’s soul through their own eyes, seeing the desired wants and goals. Both met in a haze of passion and an overwhelming amount of lust.
Mick delicately placed his hands on Keith’s shoulders, gripping them as though he would fade away. Tongues met in a fury and battled like life itself was in the balance and on the brink of destruction. Mick squeezed Keith’s shoulders to withdraw (a much harder task to do). Keith brought up his hand and gathered up enough spit to coat his own desire. He lubed himself up and watched as Mick indolently slide down and push Keith into his body.
“If we get caught for this, I blame you,” Mick muttered into his ear as he brought himself down to sheath Keith completely.
Mick squirmed on instinct and felt the intrusion and the feeling of being impaled. He grits his teeth, feeling like he would be ripped apart into two separate beings.
Keith tipped his head back feeling the tight muscles and heat surround him. He caressed Mick’s sides and brought his hands down to rest on the bony hips of Mick’s, heating them with solid heat and to give him reassurance that Keith was there with him through the whole process. He looked up into those blue eyes for a signal; hoping Mick could answer his silent plea. They connected and Keith was sure he could fulfill what they both had been craving.
Mick felt the minuscule movements turn into large, long movements. He buried his head into the slope of Keith’s shoulders and neck, inhaling the soft sent that made Keith. With every thrust, he felt the dull throb fade away and replaced by those wonderful perceptions that he so wanted. The fear of being caught had dulled to a mere afterthought as his mind became washed over with nothing but the thought of being near the other boy. Each movement became more frequent and filled with more desperation to feel. The chair squeaked and slightly rocked, threatening to send them toppling.
Then, as though the cosmos had stopped and aligned, both became awash with the unbridled ecstasy that overcame all senses. For a brief time, they had shed all Earthly restraints and shot through the space of pure bliss. They floated through the colors and stars burning brightly in passion. For a moment in time, they were combined, hearts beating as one being. As they flew into the afterglow, both had come back down into their respective bodies.
Only breaths of panting air were heard throughout the room. Mick could have sworn that their hearts were in harmony. As the feeling faded, Keith had finally opened his eyes. They stared directly into each other. Blue and brown. The ocean and land. Light and dark.
Finally, Keith smiled up at Mick. “Didn’t I tell you it’d be fun?”
Mick gave him a look, but could not keep off the grin that sprung across his face. He lifted himself off Keith while the other helped. Mick re-wrapped himself in that rug, now drenched in sweat and other liquids.
“I have a feeling that my thighs will be killing me later,” Mick stated. “Next time, find a better place that won’t be a pain later.”
“Hey,” Keith held up his hands in defense, “you chose to do that here; we could have just gotten on the floor.”
“Yeah, well…” Mick shrugged his shoulders. “Next time, I get to choose.” Mick thought for a moment. “Perhaps maybe in your Bentley.”