And It All Breaks Down at the Role Reversal || Mikey/Bill/Spencer
Title - "And It All Breaks Down at the Role Reversal"
Author - runthegamut
Pairing - Mikey Way/William Beckett/Spencer Smith and a surprise
Rating - R for adult themes
Word Count: 1130
Summary - Bill and Spencer approach Mikey about having a threesome. Here's how it goes down.
Disclaimer - Not real. Never happened. Fake fake fake.
A/N's - A while back I made an offhanded remark to artisticmuddle about this picture. Then I had an idea. Then I sat down to write that idea and it got away from me. This is meant to be humorous. The characters are caricatures, not how I actually see them. Title from "Nancy Boy" by Placebo. Written for artisticmuddle as always.
Mikey sat on the bed of his hotel room, eyes darting back and forth nervously between his two companions who sat across from him a few feet away, perched on the edge of the second double bed. He was hunched over, head resting on one hand as his fingers drummed lightly against his cheek. Spencer just stared at his knees where his hands were tightly clasped together, avoiding eye contact altogether. For his part, Bill sat unnervingly straight up and looked down his nose at Mikey.
“So how’s this going to work?” Mikey wondered, his stomach twisting with nerves.
Bill turned his head slowly to look at Spencer and then back to Mikey. “Well? Someone’s going to have to take charge of this situation.” He narrowed his eyes at Mikey and raised one eyebrow slightly, a hint of mischievousness. Spencer folded over further, as if to make himself invisible.
Mikey wasn’t well versed in the ways of facial expressions, having none of his own, so he wasn’t really sure what Bill was getting at. It seemed pretty obvious to him that Bill was the aggressive one in this scenario, having approached him with Spencer in tow to suggest the rendezvous. Spencer had stared at the floor as Bill did all the talking. Mikey still wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the boy’s eyes. For his part, Spencer had done a lot of smiling at his shoes (and Mikey had heard he loved shoes, so that made sense) and a lot of hip cocking which was… interesting.
Mikey raised his eyebrows at Bill and replied with an uncertain, “Okay?” as the grin on Bill’s face widened.
“Excellent,” Bill announced before launching himself up from the bed and walking to a duffle bag on the desk, rifling through it and pulling out a truly dizzying (and slightly disturbing) array of sex toys, lubricants, and prophylactics. Grabbing a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms he sauntered back to the bed, swinging his hips in a manner Mikey thought was meant to be suggestive. “Here you go, big boy,” he purred as he leaned down and dropped the items into Mikey’s lap, flicking his tongue against Mikey’s ear as he did. Standing up again, Bill pulled his shirt off in one movement and began to unbuckle his belt as Spencer rose from the bed and followed suit. “How do you want us?”
Mikey’s eyes widened in alarm. “Wh-what?” he sputtered. “You want me…? You want me to…? To… top?” he asked as his heart raced.
Bill and Spencer immediately stopped and looked at each other in shock. “Of course,” Bill said slowly as he turned his focus back to Mikey. “Neither Spencer or I do that,” he elaborated, sounding disgusted by the idea of it. Spencer’s smile had disappeared and he managed to meet Mikey’s eyes a split second, looking wounded before glancing away.
Mikey chuckled nervously, opening and closing his mouth as he searched for the words to say. “Yeah, I don’t do that either,” he stated finally, the words tumbling out. Looking down, he ran his hand over the bed cover.
Bill was glaring at him now, Mikey could feel it without even turning his head to look. “What do you mean you don’t do that? You have a wife!” Bill sounded really mad, so Mikey was happy to study the paisley pattern underneath his hand.
“Um…” Mikey wrinkled his nose as he tried to think of a way to explain his sex life with Alicia. He began to form loose gestures with his hands to indicate when he saw Bill throw his hands in the air in frustration.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Bill cried and walked over to where his shirt was left lying on the floor, snatching it up and tugging it down over his head. Spencer turned from right to left, looking uncertain as to what he should be doing before settling on buckling his belt again, his shirt still on as he’d never even had the opportunity to remove it.
Bill threw the items back in the bag and swung the straps over his shoulder. “Come on Spence!” he ordered with a dramatic flip of his hair before marching out of the room, Spencer following on his heels.
Mikey remained on the bed, still perplexed when ten minutes later he felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket. He fished it out and grinned at the caller ID.
“Dude, what the fuck did you do to Bill Beckett?” Patrick wondered. “I just passed him in the lobby and he’s like doubly pissy from his usual self and muttering your name.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Mikey replied, the smile evident in his voice.
“Well, that explains it,” Patrick chuckled. “Bill and Spencer have been on the prowl, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” Mikey replied, laughing. “I just couldn’t give them the, um… assist they wanted.”
Patrick paused a moment and then laughed loudly as he considered the proclivities of the men involved. “Oh, right. Um… yeah. They definitely need someone else.”
“Someone like you,” Mikey supplied and he could practically hear Patrick blush through the phone.
“Um, yeah… they tried that once? To convince me? And, uh, I told them they weren’t my type.”
Mikey ran his tongue across his lower lip, waiting a second as his stomach flipped. “What is your type?” he wondered.
Patrick laughed again. “Bass players,” he said without a hint of teasing. “Pretty sure you knew that.”
“I did,” Mikey agreed. “I actually know a bass player who’s found himself in possession of a 16 oz. bottle of lube and a 12-pack of condoms who could use your services.” He looked down into his lap at the supplies Bill had forgotten when he stormed out of the room.
“Oh really,” Patrick replied, his voice taking on the gravelly quality Mikey knew from prior experience meant he was turned on. “And where would I find this bass player?”
“Hmm,” Mikey considered as he lay back on the bed. He ran his hand over the front of his jeans, hissing as he pressed against his erection. “Room 719,” he said in a breathy tone. “I’m pretty sure he’ll be undressed and waiting for you on the bed by the time you get there. Door’s unlocked.”
There was no response from the other end of the line and Mikey knew without looking that the call had ended. Knew that Patrick was marching through the lobby at just that moment, abandoning whatever press engagement he had. Knew he probably had given Pete some kind of signal so the frontman could inform whatever reporter that Patrick was sick. Knew the rest of the afternoon was theirs. He smiled and began to shimmy out of his jeans.
Author - runthegamut
Pairing - Mikey Way/William Beckett/Spencer Smith and a surprise
Rating - R for adult themes
Word Count: 1130
Summary - Bill and Spencer approach Mikey about having a threesome. Here's how it goes down.
Disclaimer - Not real. Never happened. Fake fake fake.
A/N's - A while back I made an offhanded remark to artisticmuddle about this picture. Then I had an idea. Then I sat down to write that idea and it got away from me. This is meant to be humorous. The characters are caricatures, not how I actually see them. Title from "Nancy Boy" by Placebo. Written for artisticmuddle as always.
Mikey sat on the bed of his hotel room, eyes darting back and forth nervously between his two companions who sat across from him a few feet away, perched on the edge of the second double bed. He was hunched over, head resting on one hand as his fingers drummed lightly against his cheek. Spencer just stared at his knees where his hands were tightly clasped together, avoiding eye contact altogether. For his part, Bill sat unnervingly straight up and looked down his nose at Mikey.
“So how’s this going to work?” Mikey wondered, his stomach twisting with nerves.
Bill turned his head slowly to look at Spencer and then back to Mikey. “Well? Someone’s going to have to take charge of this situation.” He narrowed his eyes at Mikey and raised one eyebrow slightly, a hint of mischievousness. Spencer folded over further, as if to make himself invisible.
Mikey wasn’t well versed in the ways of facial expressions, having none of his own, so he wasn’t really sure what Bill was getting at. It seemed pretty obvious to him that Bill was the aggressive one in this scenario, having approached him with Spencer in tow to suggest the rendezvous. Spencer had stared at the floor as Bill did all the talking. Mikey still wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the boy’s eyes. For his part, Spencer had done a lot of smiling at his shoes (and Mikey had heard he loved shoes, so that made sense) and a lot of hip cocking which was… interesting.
Mikey raised his eyebrows at Bill and replied with an uncertain, “Okay?” as the grin on Bill’s face widened.
“Excellent,” Bill announced before launching himself up from the bed and walking to a duffle bag on the desk, rifling through it and pulling out a truly dizzying (and slightly disturbing) array of sex toys, lubricants, and prophylactics. Grabbing a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms he sauntered back to the bed, swinging his hips in a manner Mikey thought was meant to be suggestive. “Here you go, big boy,” he purred as he leaned down and dropped the items into Mikey’s lap, flicking his tongue against Mikey’s ear as he did. Standing up again, Bill pulled his shirt off in one movement and began to unbuckle his belt as Spencer rose from the bed and followed suit. “How do you want us?”
Mikey’s eyes widened in alarm. “Wh-what?” he sputtered. “You want me…? You want me to…? To… top?” he asked as his heart raced.
Bill and Spencer immediately stopped and looked at each other in shock. “Of course,” Bill said slowly as he turned his focus back to Mikey. “Neither Spencer or I do that,” he elaborated, sounding disgusted by the idea of it. Spencer’s smile had disappeared and he managed to meet Mikey’s eyes a split second, looking wounded before glancing away.
Mikey chuckled nervously, opening and closing his mouth as he searched for the words to say. “Yeah, I don’t do that either,” he stated finally, the words tumbling out. Looking down, he ran his hand over the bed cover.
Bill was glaring at him now, Mikey could feel it without even turning his head to look. “What do you mean you don’t do that? You have a wife!” Bill sounded really mad, so Mikey was happy to study the paisley pattern underneath his hand.
“Um…” Mikey wrinkled his nose as he tried to think of a way to explain his sex life with Alicia. He began to form loose gestures with his hands to indicate when he saw Bill throw his hands in the air in frustration.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Bill cried and walked over to where his shirt was left lying on the floor, snatching it up and tugging it down over his head. Spencer turned from right to left, looking uncertain as to what he should be doing before settling on buckling his belt again, his shirt still on as he’d never even had the opportunity to remove it.
Bill threw the items back in the bag and swung the straps over his shoulder. “Come on Spence!” he ordered with a dramatic flip of his hair before marching out of the room, Spencer following on his heels.
Mikey remained on the bed, still perplexed when ten minutes later he felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket. He fished it out and grinned at the caller ID.
“Dude, what the fuck did you do to Bill Beckett?” Patrick wondered. “I just passed him in the lobby and he’s like doubly pissy from his usual self and muttering your name.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Mikey replied, the smile evident in his voice.
“Well, that explains it,” Patrick chuckled. “Bill and Spencer have been on the prowl, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” Mikey replied, laughing. “I just couldn’t give them the, um… assist they wanted.”
Patrick paused a moment and then laughed loudly as he considered the proclivities of the men involved. “Oh, right. Um… yeah. They definitely need someone else.”
“Someone like you,” Mikey supplied and he could practically hear Patrick blush through the phone.
“Um, yeah… they tried that once? To convince me? And, uh, I told them they weren’t my type.”
Mikey ran his tongue across his lower lip, waiting a second as his stomach flipped. “What is your type?” he wondered.
Patrick laughed again. “Bass players,” he said without a hint of teasing. “Pretty sure you knew that.”
“I did,” Mikey agreed. “I actually know a bass player who’s found himself in possession of a 16 oz. bottle of lube and a 12-pack of condoms who could use your services.” He looked down into his lap at the supplies Bill had forgotten when he stormed out of the room.
“Oh really,” Patrick replied, his voice taking on the gravelly quality Mikey knew from prior experience meant he was turned on. “And where would I find this bass player?”
“Hmm,” Mikey considered as he lay back on the bed. He ran his hand over the front of his jeans, hissing as he pressed against his erection. “Room 719,” he said in a breathy tone. “I’m pretty sure he’ll be undressed and waiting for you on the bed by the time you get there. Door’s unlocked.”
There was no response from the other end of the line and Mikey knew without looking that the call had ended. Knew that Patrick was marching through the lobby at just that moment, abandoning whatever press engagement he had. Knew he probably had given Pete some kind of signal so the frontman could inform whatever reporter that Patrick was sick. Knew the rest of the afternoon was theirs. He smiled and began to shimmy out of his jeans.