Hangover Cure
Title: Hangover Cure
Author : slashxyouxup
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Rating: NC17
Summary: The first thing Mikey's aware of when he wakes up is the smell of warm beer. The second is that his throat feels like he downed a glass of sand and chased it with a shot of razor blades and Tabasco sauce. To put it plainly - he feels like shit.
Warnings: Blowj.
Disclaimer: Writers lie - just like your parents.
Written for the 'Sleepy' prompt on my kink_bingo card.
Sleepymikeyraysexkinkbingowriteherepleasehev:
The first thing Mikey's aware of when he wakes up is the smell of warm beer. The second is that his throat feels like he downed a glass of sand and chased it with a shot of razor blades and Tabasco sauce. To put it plainly - he feels like shit.
It's about to get a whole lot worse though because next he tries to move his head. Bad move. Very bad move. What he imagines is a tiny grenade explodes in his head. He groans and rolls over. Another bad move. He falls face first on to something cold, damp and prickly. It's grass.
Mikey opens his eyes. He's in his front yard and its morning. It's a very cold morning and he's been asleep all night in his yard. Mikey puts a hand out on the ground and slowly pushes himself to his knees. Yup. Definitely outside.
"Ugh," says Mikey before hacking something out of his throat. He uses the bench, which was apparently his bed, to get unsteadily to his feet. He keeps a hand fixed to the side of his head at all times. "Oh god," he groans.
The front yard is littered with empty cups, empty bottles, litter and random articles of clothing. So maybe a house party wasn't the most amazing idea seeing as his parents will be home in less than eight hours. No, probably not - but having your hot college boyfriend home and to yourself for a whole weekend is definitely cause to celebrate in Mikey eyes…he just doesn't think his parents will see it that way.
Mikey makes his way wearily up the front steps to find the front door unlocked and slightly ajar. That's probably not a good thing, but Mikey's just happy he doesn't have to squeeze himself through the basement window - and with his brother and his boyfriend down there, that's not really a scene he wants to stumble upon at ass o'clock with a pounding head.
The living room is in pretty much the same state as the garden, littered with trash and random objects, like the odd shoe or a souvenir statue of the Empire State Building that he does not remember his parents owning. The house does appear to be free of bodies though. Mikey huffs. Typical teenagers.
"Dude, you look like shit."
Frank's standing in the doorway to the kitchen, he's shirtless and holding a bowl of cereal. Mikey rubs at his eyes and tries to ignore the multitude of hickeys across Frank's chest.
"Thanks," Mikey grumbles. "You too."
Frank glances down at his chest and grins, dribbling milk on to his chin as he does so. Mikey grimaces.
"Hey," Frank laughs, "you're just jealous that while I was gettin' some last night, you were asleep on the lawn."
Mikey waves a hand frantically at Frank. "Ugh, stop talking," he says before groaning. Apparently every movement leads to another mind grenade. "Where's my boyfriend?"
Frank points to the ceiling with his spoon. "Bed," he says.
Leaving Frank to his cereal, Mikey grabs the stair banister hard and hauls himself slowly up each step. The floorboards creek beneath him and Mikey just can't wait until he gets to the top.
When he finally does, he's glad for the first time that his bedroom is the closest and wraps his cold fingers around the handle. He smiles instantly when the doors open and suddenly, the painful trek from the lawn to his bedroom has all been worth it because his adorable, half naked boyfriend is sprawled out on his back across Mikey's bed. He's also clutching Mikey's pillow to his bare chest with one arm, the other folded behind his head as he snores loudly.
Even through a pounding hang over and a night in the yard, Mikey can appreciate that.
Making his way quietly in to the room, Mikey trips over one of Ray's discarded shoes and, with his already compromised balance, ends up on the floor on all fours. Mikey grunts to himself.
"Crap," he says, pushing the other shoe out of the way.
He's halfway to the bed already, so he figures he may as well carry on from here. He grips the carpet, and pulls himself the rest of the short distance to the foot of the bed. Ray's legs are parted, knees slightly bent and Mikey wastes no time in settling himself between them.
Mikey snorts to himself. Ray's got some serious morning wood tenting away in his boxers. Mikey licks his lips, suddenly hungry. Movement seems to have helped subside his earlier sickness, and now Mikey would really like his boyfriend's dick for breakfast.
As Mikey starts to peel back the waistband of Ray's transformer boxers, Ray shifts slightly, but doesn't wake.
When Ray's hard cock is finally visible, Mikey bites on his bottom lip for a moment before leaning down and licking the tip experimentally. Ray sighs. Mikey licks again, a long wet stripe this time right from base to tip. Ray makes a needy little whining sound, but still doesn't wake up.
Mikey sucks the head of Ray's dick in to his mouth, hands coming up to Ray's thighs for purchase.
"Mikey," Ray breathes, eyes still closed. Mikey smiles inwardly. It's nice to know that Ray's thinking about him even in his sub consciousness.
When Mikey closes his long fingers around the base and tightens his lips around the tip, Ray's eyes shoot open.
"Fuck," he chokes, pulling himself up on to his elbows and staring down at Mikey with wide eyes. "Mikey," he pants and Mikey pulls off Ray's cock momentarily to lick over his red lips and wink. "What - what are you doing?"
"Hangover cure," Mikey replies before sinking back down on Ray's dick. He tightens his grip and flattens his tongue, tucking Ray further in to his mouth.
Ray moans, arching his hips and gripping the sheets. He lets one hand wonder down to Mikey's head, petting the matted hair before curling his fingers in to it. He tugs just a little, and Mikey groans around his dick.
"God, Mikey," Ray rasps, voice still raspy with sleep.
Mikey pulls off and starts jacking Ray quickly, grinning up at his boyfriend with a tired smile. Ray smoothes his fingers over Mikey's cheek and down to his jaw, tapping along his jaw line.
Ray says, "That mouth. Fuck, Mikey, that mouth," and Mikey grins, licking teasingly at the head of Ray's cock again as he continues his steady strokes. Ray's head falls back against the pillow when Mikey licks along the underside again, and he groans low and loud.
Taking Ray's cock in to his mouth, Mikey hallows his cheeks and widens his throat, swallowing around Ray until he starts to pant, quick and short. When Mikey feels the muscles in Ray's thighs tighten, he knows he's close.
Mikey digs his fingertips in to Ray's fleshy thighs, holding him close as he sucks tightly, squeezing his cock.
"Shit, Mikey. Gonna…gonna fuckin, come- oh," Ray babbles and then he's coming, spurting down Mikey's throat with his back arched.
What Mikey doesn't swallow he spits on to the sheets, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Ray grabs his boyfriend by the shoulders and hauls him to the top of the bed, crushing their mouths together.
"Best wake up call ever," he mumbles.
Mikey settles himself on Ray's chest with a sigh.
"Wait until the orgasm wears off and then hangover sets in."
Ray shrugs, stroking his fingers across Mikey's back. "We'll think of something," he says.
Author : slashxyouxup
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Rating: NC17
Summary: The first thing Mikey's aware of when he wakes up is the smell of warm beer. The second is that his throat feels like he downed a glass of sand and chased it with a shot of razor blades and Tabasco sauce. To put it plainly - he feels like shit.
Warnings: Blowj.
Disclaimer: Writers lie - just like your parents.
Written for the 'Sleepy' prompt on my kink_bingo card.
Sleepymikeyraysexkinkbingowriteherepleasehev:
The first thing Mikey's aware of when he wakes up is the smell of warm beer. The second is that his throat feels like he downed a glass of sand and chased it with a shot of razor blades and Tabasco sauce. To put it plainly - he feels like shit.
It's about to get a whole lot worse though because next he tries to move his head. Bad move. Very bad move. What he imagines is a tiny grenade explodes in his head. He groans and rolls over. Another bad move. He falls face first on to something cold, damp and prickly. It's grass.
Mikey opens his eyes. He's in his front yard and its morning. It's a very cold morning and he's been asleep all night in his yard. Mikey puts a hand out on the ground and slowly pushes himself to his knees. Yup. Definitely outside.
"Ugh," says Mikey before hacking something out of his throat. He uses the bench, which was apparently his bed, to get unsteadily to his feet. He keeps a hand fixed to the side of his head at all times. "Oh god," he groans.
The front yard is littered with empty cups, empty bottles, litter and random articles of clothing. So maybe a house party wasn't the most amazing idea seeing as his parents will be home in less than eight hours. No, probably not - but having your hot college boyfriend home and to yourself for a whole weekend is definitely cause to celebrate in Mikey eyes…he just doesn't think his parents will see it that way.
Mikey makes his way wearily up the front steps to find the front door unlocked and slightly ajar. That's probably not a good thing, but Mikey's just happy he doesn't have to squeeze himself through the basement window - and with his brother and his boyfriend down there, that's not really a scene he wants to stumble upon at ass o'clock with a pounding head.
The living room is in pretty much the same state as the garden, littered with trash and random objects, like the odd shoe or a souvenir statue of the Empire State Building that he does not remember his parents owning. The house does appear to be free of bodies though. Mikey huffs. Typical teenagers.
"Dude, you look like shit."
Frank's standing in the doorway to the kitchen, he's shirtless and holding a bowl of cereal. Mikey rubs at his eyes and tries to ignore the multitude of hickeys across Frank's chest.
"Thanks," Mikey grumbles. "You too."
Frank glances down at his chest and grins, dribbling milk on to his chin as he does so. Mikey grimaces.
"Hey," Frank laughs, "you're just jealous that while I was gettin' some last night, you were asleep on the lawn."
Mikey waves a hand frantically at Frank. "Ugh, stop talking," he says before groaning. Apparently every movement leads to another mind grenade. "Where's my boyfriend?"
Frank points to the ceiling with his spoon. "Bed," he says.
Leaving Frank to his cereal, Mikey grabs the stair banister hard and hauls himself slowly up each step. The floorboards creek beneath him and Mikey just can't wait until he gets to the top.
When he finally does, he's glad for the first time that his bedroom is the closest and wraps his cold fingers around the handle. He smiles instantly when the doors open and suddenly, the painful trek from the lawn to his bedroom has all been worth it because his adorable, half naked boyfriend is sprawled out on his back across Mikey's bed. He's also clutching Mikey's pillow to his bare chest with one arm, the other folded behind his head as he snores loudly.
Even through a pounding hang over and a night in the yard, Mikey can appreciate that.
Making his way quietly in to the room, Mikey trips over one of Ray's discarded shoes and, with his already compromised balance, ends up on the floor on all fours. Mikey grunts to himself.
"Crap," he says, pushing the other shoe out of the way.
He's halfway to the bed already, so he figures he may as well carry on from here. He grips the carpet, and pulls himself the rest of the short distance to the foot of the bed. Ray's legs are parted, knees slightly bent and Mikey wastes no time in settling himself between them.
Mikey snorts to himself. Ray's got some serious morning wood tenting away in his boxers. Mikey licks his lips, suddenly hungry. Movement seems to have helped subside his earlier sickness, and now Mikey would really like his boyfriend's dick for breakfast.
As Mikey starts to peel back the waistband of Ray's transformer boxers, Ray shifts slightly, but doesn't wake.
When Ray's hard cock is finally visible, Mikey bites on his bottom lip for a moment before leaning down and licking the tip experimentally. Ray sighs. Mikey licks again, a long wet stripe this time right from base to tip. Ray makes a needy little whining sound, but still doesn't wake up.
Mikey sucks the head of Ray's dick in to his mouth, hands coming up to Ray's thighs for purchase.
"Mikey," Ray breathes, eyes still closed. Mikey smiles inwardly. It's nice to know that Ray's thinking about him even in his sub consciousness.
When Mikey closes his long fingers around the base and tightens his lips around the tip, Ray's eyes shoot open.
"Fuck," he chokes, pulling himself up on to his elbows and staring down at Mikey with wide eyes. "Mikey," he pants and Mikey pulls off Ray's cock momentarily to lick over his red lips and wink. "What - what are you doing?"
"Hangover cure," Mikey replies before sinking back down on Ray's dick. He tightens his grip and flattens his tongue, tucking Ray further in to his mouth.
Ray moans, arching his hips and gripping the sheets. He lets one hand wonder down to Mikey's head, petting the matted hair before curling his fingers in to it. He tugs just a little, and Mikey groans around his dick.
"God, Mikey," Ray rasps, voice still raspy with sleep.
Mikey pulls off and starts jacking Ray quickly, grinning up at his boyfriend with a tired smile. Ray smoothes his fingers over Mikey's cheek and down to his jaw, tapping along his jaw line.
Ray says, "That mouth. Fuck, Mikey, that mouth," and Mikey grins, licking teasingly at the head of Ray's cock again as he continues his steady strokes. Ray's head falls back against the pillow when Mikey licks along the underside again, and he groans low and loud.
Taking Ray's cock in to his mouth, Mikey hallows his cheeks and widens his throat, swallowing around Ray until he starts to pant, quick and short. When Mikey feels the muscles in Ray's thighs tighten, he knows he's close.
Mikey digs his fingertips in to Ray's fleshy thighs, holding him close as he sucks tightly, squeezing his cock.
"Shit, Mikey. Gonna…gonna fuckin, come- oh," Ray babbles and then he's coming, spurting down Mikey's throat with his back arched.
What Mikey doesn't swallow he spits on to the sheets, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Ray grabs his boyfriend by the shoulders and hauls him to the top of the bed, crushing their mouths together.
"Best wake up call ever," he mumbles.
Mikey settles himself on Ray's chest with a sigh.
"Wait until the orgasm wears off and then hangover sets in."
Ray shrugs, stroking his fingers across Mikey's back. "We'll think of something," he says.