KEGSTAND. DO SOMETHING CRAZY.
Title: Kegstand. Do Something Crazy. (A Sequel to Good Boys Go Bad)
Author: lost_lover2790
Beta: Sigh, none.
Pairing Mike/Kevin
Rating: PG-13, Psh, mike drops the f-bomb
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, boo.
Summary AU. -Unnamed College Verse- You know when you meet that one guy, and he's nothing like you thought he would be? Well that's nothing like what happened when I met Mike Carden, Mr. Batman Intensity. He was rough and artistic, and was ready to punch you in the face if you ever did anything out of the ordinary, and he also called you after that time you spent making out with him inside of that damn elevator. I guess the part that I didn't expect,was the fact that when I leaned into him, my whole body just sunk and found its own little place next to him.
You know when you meet that one guy, and he’s nothing like you thought he would be? Well that’s nothing like what happened when I met Mike Carden, Mr. Batman Intensity. He was rough and artistic, and was ready to punch you in the face if you ever did anything out of the ordinary, and he also called you after that time you spent making out with him inside of that damn elevator. I guess the part that I didn’t expect,was the fact that when I leaned into him, my whole body just sunk and found its own little place next to him.
“What’s that on your finger?”
The question was simple enough, but it still made my cheeks warm up almost instantly. Out of all the things he had to ask, he just had to ask about the ring that encircled my finger, the one thing that waved around my virginity like a gosh darn flag on the fourth of July. “It’s….” Why was my mouth so dry all of a sudden, and I’m pretty sure that tingle in my feet wasn’t them falling asleep, but more likely the sensation to get up and run away as fast as I can, because that’s the easy way out.
“Well kid?”
He was grinning, why the hell was he always grinning. I felt like the more he asked the more I was shrinking into his side. I might as well have been in-between the couch cushions with all the change that dropped in between there. “A purity ring.” I closed my eyes and waited for the laughter, keeping them shut as tight as I could, but when I didn’t here anything but silence, I slowly let them drift open. There was that same grin though, it hadn’t moved a single inch since I closed my eyes.
“You’re kidding?”
“No…” That noise that just came out of my mouth that sounded like a no? Well it kind of also sounded like a dying animal, slowly withering away. This had to be the most humiliating situations in my entire life, besides the first time when I met Mike and I dropped all of his things onto the floor, yeah, that had to rank pretty high on the things I did in my life that were absolutely a terrible decision. You know what was still number one though? The time Joe and I decided to see what would happen if we put peeps in the microwave. Poor chick explosion…
My ears were assaulted with a laughter, rough and unbelieving. My eyes slowly made there way up to Mike’s face, like maybe if I looked up that it wouldn’t be Mike laughing…perhaps it was someone else that just happened to walk in the room at that moment and found something absolutely hysterical for no reason. Yes. That just had to be it. Execpt it wasn’t. Mike was laughing at me, me and my virgin beacon of humiliation. It really should have been the start of a super human club, stopping sexual deviants of the teenage persuasion one person at a time. The laughing was assailing my ears, and I honestly felt like I was five again and some how managed to trip up the stars in elementary school and then ripped my pants.
“Fuck you are serious.”
No duh! I wouldn’t lie about something like this, in fact I pretty much never lie, except the time I told mom that Joe ate the cupcake before dinner when I was ten, I still maintain that I had nothing to do with that, even when it was one of the best damn cupcake I ever had in my entire life.
“You’re giving me that constipated face again.”
“I do NOT have a constipated face!” Okay, I’m pretty sure that was supposed to be something that was internal, and how it ended up leaking out of my mouth, I have no idea. I’m pretty good at word vomit it seems, or atleast that was something I learned from the last few hours that I spent with Mike Carden. Did I ever tell you I have no idea why I feel a compulsion to use his whole name when I’m annoyed with him. I’ve only been around him for a short period of time, and I already know this small little face.
Wonderful he was staring at me like I was crazy, I should have never done this. Mike was a junior and I was nothing but a little itty bitty freshman sitting inside in his dorm room, waiting to be cooked for dinner. I have no idea how this turned into the story of Hansel and Gretal staring Mike as the witch, but my brain was telling me to get out of this ginger bread house before he had the chance to eat me. So with out another word that was what I did. I got myself out and not so gracefully tripped on his carpeting before heading out as fast as I could.
I wish I could tell you that I went back to my room and spent the next few hours dancing around in my boxers al la Tom Cruise in Risky Business, but that would be nothing more than the worst lie I had ever told. And just to reiterate, I don’t tell lies remember? Well…except the cupcake thing, but we really already went over that, and there is no need to go back over it again. Anyway, like I was saying, I was not dancing, infact the exact opposite, my body was laying across my bed, a liter of ice cream with a spoon still sticking out of it was on my chest and the worlds most depressing cowboy music was playing in the background. The music of your fucking soul when everything was going wrong. Okay, so I knew I was being a bit over dramatic, but who cares, I was just humiliated and I was just going to pretend like I didn’t exist for the next week.
The sound of my dorm door opened usually was a good thing, that was until I realized that the heavy slurping sounds accompanied with it was nothing more than the mating call of my roommate William and his Barista Boy, and senior Gabriel. Before I could see one ounce of lip and tongue I shoved my pillow over my face trying to ignore the muffled noises. I’m pretty sure that William and Gabe were the reason they called it sucking face. Who ever they were…
Apparently I can’t stay hidden under my pillow whenever Gabriel Saporta is near, because he likes to rip them off of my head and stare at my pathetic form, with a lanky William attached to his hip.
“Why the fuck do you have a carton of Ice cream on your stomach?”
Sitting up, I realized that I was no longer going to be able to sulk in my own depression for the rest of the time that I was here. Taking my box of ice cream, I shoved it back into the designated micro fridge, college’s greatest and worst invention, because really, the only way we could have a microwave was by buying one from the school with a fridge attached? Sounded like another way to suck money out of students to me, but at least there was a place to keep my ice-cream nice and cool, while I waited for the lovers to leave the room. “Nothing…I was just …hungry.” I was such a bad liar judging by the way that William had his hip cocked over his foot, it didn’t even possible that a guy should be able to do that.
“That doesn’t explain the terrible music you have blasting through our room Kevin.”
William had this terrible way of fleshing out the truth in any situation, it was like he knew just how to dig at your brain until you spilled every single juicy detail to him. The man was a ninja, a skinny, no meat on his bones, ninja. “Fine…I went over to Mike’s room…and…I don’t know. Leave me alone to grieve William.” Apparently when I asked to be left alone, in Gabe’s mind that means sit on the edge of my bed with your eight foot ten body and poke me until I open my eyes again to acknowledge your presence. So with a small and slightly huffy sigh, that was exactly what I did.
“You need to come go to a party, and luckily I know exactly where such a party would be at tonight my sexually challenged friend.”
Wonderful. Do you know how I turn down two people ready to drag me off at a moments notice to the nearest kegger? You don’t. I don’t. So after a moment of contemplating, and realizing that I really had no choice or excuse not to go to get sloshed like the rest of the college population for one night, my head gave a definite nod, before I pulled the pillow back onto my face, just what was I thinking on agreeing to going to something like this with Gabe and William, people like me were supposed to stay in there rooms and do nothing but study, the party scene was for the cool kids that usually failed the first semester…right?
Do you know what it’s like to have your eardrums busted and then pulled from your head? It was the feeling you got when you entered a college party, body’s wet with sweat bumping into you, and hoping to god that they didn’t have beer in there cup to spill on you. I’m already sure god is hating me at the moment for even coming to this place, so I’m pretty convinced he’s not going to listen to me when I ask him not to let the girl in the far corner of the room puke on me, or the one that everyone keeps calling Nasty Nate, who downs more beer than I think he has body weight to compensate for.
“You new around here?”
The words were simple enough to bring me out of my culture shock from being at a party, as I turned my head to the gorgeous brunette man besides me. “Freshman.” Hey, at least a word fell out of my mouth that wasn’t terribly bad, “I mean…Kevin, I’m Kevin and yeah I just came here this year.” The guy was staring at me with impossibly blue eyes, that I couldn’t help the drool that was beginning to seep it’s way down my lip, but perhaps that had to also do with the fact that I had one red cup of something in my system. What was juggle juice anyway?
“Well Freshman Kevin, I’m Zac Sophomore.”
Apparently the worst thing you could tell Zac Sophomore was that you were a freshman, because before I had time to think about what I was doing I had more than the legal amount of alcohol into my blood stream, “You know, what we are doing right now, this is SO illegal, we could get arrested…and I’ll never get to become an elementary school teacher, and then I’ll go to hell, because God is already looking down at me going ‘Kevin, you’re such a bad influence.’” One thing I figured out rather quickly was that drunk me likes to ramble, and also that still sober Zac just likes to try to put his hands on top of my pants. “You know?”
“Why don’t we find somewhere a bit quieter Kev?”
Normally I would have said no, that I didn’t really know this boy, that he was in this for all the wrong reasons, and that my virginity pretty much meant the world to me, but drunk Kevin was very different from sober Kevin, and gave the other boy a slightly sloppy nod, stumbling up every single step as he pulled me into the bedroom. My body was starting to slow down though, more intent on giving up and falling asleep than having Zac’s hands run up and down my body.
“Come on Kev, let me take off your shirt.”
My mouth let out a grumble moan, which must have sounded like a yes to Zac because he started to pull off my shirt, “Noo.” I grumbled, in a low and yet slightly whiney voice, pushing off his hands softly, my energy all but sapped from the alcohol that was coursing through my system. Note to Kevin, never EVER tell anyone you’re a freshman ever again. I mean it!
“Come on Kevin.”
I felt my shirt being thrown off to the side as the same pair of hands pulling from before started to slip down to my jeans. I swear to god, if he rips my good jeans, I’m going to find this boy when I can stand straight up and kick him in some very unpleasant places, but for now, the only thing I did was feebly push at him with my hands, only to be pushed right back down. Hearing the Zipper of my jeans, caused me to close my eyes tightly, I really had no will to move or fight back anymore, because honestly what did it matter.
I never heard the door open, but I did hear a large slam, which only shook my brain as arms picked me up and threw me over my shoulder, “No Zac,” didn’t this guy get the point of no? It wasn’t till I opened my eyes did I realize that Zac was lying in a heap on the ground covering his face, and a completely different body was caring me down the steps and out of the house. So this was how I was going to die? Someone was going to drag me outside of a party and kill me on my first night out. My parents were certainly going to be proud of me. I just hoped that who ever was carrying me away wasn’t going to leave my body in the woods somewhere, I’m not sure dead me would do very well in the woods all alone, I’d probably only end up lost.
So waking up on a strange bed, with a strange shirt on, is not exactly what I thought would happen after my first party. Wasn’t the walk of shame reserved for more advanced party goers? I got up as quickly as I could, only to feel my stomach flip over, and not in the good way either. No more alcohol Kevin. Okay? Ever. It was only a few seconds before I was pushed down onto the bed by a strange force, which once my vision settled I recognized as the one and only Batman…or Mike. Wonderful. I slept with Mike, after I probably slept with Zac. I’m a slut. Did I already state the many ways I was going to hell and why they were NEVER going to let me teach elementary children?
“Lay down kid, before I make you.”
For some reason my body reacted to his command and instantly sunk back into the comfort of pillows and blankets. “Can you please stop pacing, It’s making me dizzy.” I requested, but honestly, the boy was walking back and forth and back and forth and- god even thinking about it is making me want to vomit.
“You’re not allowed to ever do that again.”
Well those weren’t exactly the words I was expecting to hear out of his mouth.
“Do you hear me?”
I really couldn’t control my eyes, or the fact that I was staring at Mike as he sat down on the bed next to me. Sure the whole mattress shifted and yet my gaze didn’t even turn. Was he serious? What the hell was even going on at the minute, maybe I’m still drunk…that could be a possibility.
“You may be a clumsy, virginal, purity ring wearing freshman, but your mine. And …I don’t share well, okay? Especially not with assholes.”
It’s funny…no matter how commanding that sounding coming out of his mouth, or how intoxicated my body still was, the next thought still rang in my mind perfectly clear. I think I’m in love.
A/N: Well so…I always thought I should write a sequel but I never had time and I kept pushing it off, and then one day, the first few sentences just pushed into my mind and here it is. I sadly don’t have a beta, so what you get is what I just finished at 5 am . <3 Hope you enjoyed it…I’m also thinking about doing a little epilogue scene.
Author: lost_lover2790
Beta: Sigh, none.
Pairing Mike/Kevin
Rating: PG-13, Psh, mike drops the f-bomb
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, boo.
Summary AU. -Unnamed College Verse- You know when you meet that one guy, and he's nothing like you thought he would be? Well that's nothing like what happened when I met Mike Carden, Mr. Batman Intensity. He was rough and artistic, and was ready to punch you in the face if you ever did anything out of the ordinary, and he also called you after that time you spent making out with him inside of that damn elevator. I guess the part that I didn't expect,was the fact that when I leaned into him, my whole body just sunk and found its own little place next to him.
You know when you meet that one guy, and he’s nothing like you thought he would be? Well that’s nothing like what happened when I met Mike Carden, Mr. Batman Intensity. He was rough and artistic, and was ready to punch you in the face if you ever did anything out of the ordinary, and he also called you after that time you spent making out with him inside of that damn elevator. I guess the part that I didn’t expect,was the fact that when I leaned into him, my whole body just sunk and found its own little place next to him.
“What’s that on your finger?”
The question was simple enough, but it still made my cheeks warm up almost instantly. Out of all the things he had to ask, he just had to ask about the ring that encircled my finger, the one thing that waved around my virginity like a gosh darn flag on the fourth of July. “It’s….” Why was my mouth so dry all of a sudden, and I’m pretty sure that tingle in my feet wasn’t them falling asleep, but more likely the sensation to get up and run away as fast as I can, because that’s the easy way out.
“Well kid?”
He was grinning, why the hell was he always grinning. I felt like the more he asked the more I was shrinking into his side. I might as well have been in-between the couch cushions with all the change that dropped in between there. “A purity ring.” I closed my eyes and waited for the laughter, keeping them shut as tight as I could, but when I didn’t here anything but silence, I slowly let them drift open. There was that same grin though, it hadn’t moved a single inch since I closed my eyes.
“You’re kidding?”
“No…” That noise that just came out of my mouth that sounded like a no? Well it kind of also sounded like a dying animal, slowly withering away. This had to be the most humiliating situations in my entire life, besides the first time when I met Mike and I dropped all of his things onto the floor, yeah, that had to rank pretty high on the things I did in my life that were absolutely a terrible decision. You know what was still number one though? The time Joe and I decided to see what would happen if we put peeps in the microwave. Poor chick explosion…
My ears were assaulted with a laughter, rough and unbelieving. My eyes slowly made there way up to Mike’s face, like maybe if I looked up that it wouldn’t be Mike laughing…perhaps it was someone else that just happened to walk in the room at that moment and found something absolutely hysterical for no reason. Yes. That just had to be it. Execpt it wasn’t. Mike was laughing at me, me and my virgin beacon of humiliation. It really should have been the start of a super human club, stopping sexual deviants of the teenage persuasion one person at a time. The laughing was assailing my ears, and I honestly felt like I was five again and some how managed to trip up the stars in elementary school and then ripped my pants.
“Fuck you are serious.”
No duh! I wouldn’t lie about something like this, in fact I pretty much never lie, except the time I told mom that Joe ate the cupcake before dinner when I was ten, I still maintain that I had nothing to do with that, even when it was one of the best damn cupcake I ever had in my entire life.
“You’re giving me that constipated face again.”
“I do NOT have a constipated face!” Okay, I’m pretty sure that was supposed to be something that was internal, and how it ended up leaking out of my mouth, I have no idea. I’m pretty good at word vomit it seems, or atleast that was something I learned from the last few hours that I spent with Mike Carden. Did I ever tell you I have no idea why I feel a compulsion to use his whole name when I’m annoyed with him. I’ve only been around him for a short period of time, and I already know this small little face.
Wonderful he was staring at me like I was crazy, I should have never done this. Mike was a junior and I was nothing but a little itty bitty freshman sitting inside in his dorm room, waiting to be cooked for dinner. I have no idea how this turned into the story of Hansel and Gretal staring Mike as the witch, but my brain was telling me to get out of this ginger bread house before he had the chance to eat me. So with out another word that was what I did. I got myself out and not so gracefully tripped on his carpeting before heading out as fast as I could.
I wish I could tell you that I went back to my room and spent the next few hours dancing around in my boxers al la Tom Cruise in Risky Business, but that would be nothing more than the worst lie I had ever told. And just to reiterate, I don’t tell lies remember? Well…except the cupcake thing, but we really already went over that, and there is no need to go back over it again. Anyway, like I was saying, I was not dancing, infact the exact opposite, my body was laying across my bed, a liter of ice cream with a spoon still sticking out of it was on my chest and the worlds most depressing cowboy music was playing in the background. The music of your fucking soul when everything was going wrong. Okay, so I knew I was being a bit over dramatic, but who cares, I was just humiliated and I was just going to pretend like I didn’t exist for the next week.
The sound of my dorm door opened usually was a good thing, that was until I realized that the heavy slurping sounds accompanied with it was nothing more than the mating call of my roommate William and his Barista Boy, and senior Gabriel. Before I could see one ounce of lip and tongue I shoved my pillow over my face trying to ignore the muffled noises. I’m pretty sure that William and Gabe were the reason they called it sucking face. Who ever they were…
Apparently I can’t stay hidden under my pillow whenever Gabriel Saporta is near, because he likes to rip them off of my head and stare at my pathetic form, with a lanky William attached to his hip.
“Why the fuck do you have a carton of Ice cream on your stomach?”
Sitting up, I realized that I was no longer going to be able to sulk in my own depression for the rest of the time that I was here. Taking my box of ice cream, I shoved it back into the designated micro fridge, college’s greatest and worst invention, because really, the only way we could have a microwave was by buying one from the school with a fridge attached? Sounded like another way to suck money out of students to me, but at least there was a place to keep my ice-cream nice and cool, while I waited for the lovers to leave the room. “Nothing…I was just …hungry.” I was such a bad liar judging by the way that William had his hip cocked over his foot, it didn’t even possible that a guy should be able to do that.
“That doesn’t explain the terrible music you have blasting through our room Kevin.”
William had this terrible way of fleshing out the truth in any situation, it was like he knew just how to dig at your brain until you spilled every single juicy detail to him. The man was a ninja, a skinny, no meat on his bones, ninja. “Fine…I went over to Mike’s room…and…I don’t know. Leave me alone to grieve William.” Apparently when I asked to be left alone, in Gabe’s mind that means sit on the edge of my bed with your eight foot ten body and poke me until I open my eyes again to acknowledge your presence. So with a small and slightly huffy sigh, that was exactly what I did.
“You need to come go to a party, and luckily I know exactly where such a party would be at tonight my sexually challenged friend.”
Wonderful. Do you know how I turn down two people ready to drag me off at a moments notice to the nearest kegger? You don’t. I don’t. So after a moment of contemplating, and realizing that I really had no choice or excuse not to go to get sloshed like the rest of the college population for one night, my head gave a definite nod, before I pulled the pillow back onto my face, just what was I thinking on agreeing to going to something like this with Gabe and William, people like me were supposed to stay in there rooms and do nothing but study, the party scene was for the cool kids that usually failed the first semester…right?
Do you know what it’s like to have your eardrums busted and then pulled from your head? It was the feeling you got when you entered a college party, body’s wet with sweat bumping into you, and hoping to god that they didn’t have beer in there cup to spill on you. I’m already sure god is hating me at the moment for even coming to this place, so I’m pretty convinced he’s not going to listen to me when I ask him not to let the girl in the far corner of the room puke on me, or the one that everyone keeps calling Nasty Nate, who downs more beer than I think he has body weight to compensate for.
“You new around here?”
The words were simple enough to bring me out of my culture shock from being at a party, as I turned my head to the gorgeous brunette man besides me. “Freshman.” Hey, at least a word fell out of my mouth that wasn’t terribly bad, “I mean…Kevin, I’m Kevin and yeah I just came here this year.” The guy was staring at me with impossibly blue eyes, that I couldn’t help the drool that was beginning to seep it’s way down my lip, but perhaps that had to also do with the fact that I had one red cup of something in my system. What was juggle juice anyway?
“Well Freshman Kevin, I’m Zac Sophomore.”
Apparently the worst thing you could tell Zac Sophomore was that you were a freshman, because before I had time to think about what I was doing I had more than the legal amount of alcohol into my blood stream, “You know, what we are doing right now, this is SO illegal, we could get arrested…and I’ll never get to become an elementary school teacher, and then I’ll go to hell, because God is already looking down at me going ‘Kevin, you’re such a bad influence.’” One thing I figured out rather quickly was that drunk me likes to ramble, and also that still sober Zac just likes to try to put his hands on top of my pants. “You know?”
“Why don’t we find somewhere a bit quieter Kev?”
Normally I would have said no, that I didn’t really know this boy, that he was in this for all the wrong reasons, and that my virginity pretty much meant the world to me, but drunk Kevin was very different from sober Kevin, and gave the other boy a slightly sloppy nod, stumbling up every single step as he pulled me into the bedroom. My body was starting to slow down though, more intent on giving up and falling asleep than having Zac’s hands run up and down my body.
“Come on Kev, let me take off your shirt.”
My mouth let out a grumble moan, which must have sounded like a yes to Zac because he started to pull off my shirt, “Noo.” I grumbled, in a low and yet slightly whiney voice, pushing off his hands softly, my energy all but sapped from the alcohol that was coursing through my system. Note to Kevin, never EVER tell anyone you’re a freshman ever again. I mean it!
“Come on Kevin.”
I felt my shirt being thrown off to the side as the same pair of hands pulling from before started to slip down to my jeans. I swear to god, if he rips my good jeans, I’m going to find this boy when I can stand straight up and kick him in some very unpleasant places, but for now, the only thing I did was feebly push at him with my hands, only to be pushed right back down. Hearing the Zipper of my jeans, caused me to close my eyes tightly, I really had no will to move or fight back anymore, because honestly what did it matter.
I never heard the door open, but I did hear a large slam, which only shook my brain as arms picked me up and threw me over my shoulder, “No Zac,” didn’t this guy get the point of no? It wasn’t till I opened my eyes did I realize that Zac was lying in a heap on the ground covering his face, and a completely different body was caring me down the steps and out of the house. So this was how I was going to die? Someone was going to drag me outside of a party and kill me on my first night out. My parents were certainly going to be proud of me. I just hoped that who ever was carrying me away wasn’t going to leave my body in the woods somewhere, I’m not sure dead me would do very well in the woods all alone, I’d probably only end up lost.
So waking up on a strange bed, with a strange shirt on, is not exactly what I thought would happen after my first party. Wasn’t the walk of shame reserved for more advanced party goers? I got up as quickly as I could, only to feel my stomach flip over, and not in the good way either. No more alcohol Kevin. Okay? Ever. It was only a few seconds before I was pushed down onto the bed by a strange force, which once my vision settled I recognized as the one and only Batman…or Mike. Wonderful. I slept with Mike, after I probably slept with Zac. I’m a slut. Did I already state the many ways I was going to hell and why they were NEVER going to let me teach elementary children?
“Lay down kid, before I make you.”
For some reason my body reacted to his command and instantly sunk back into the comfort of pillows and blankets. “Can you please stop pacing, It’s making me dizzy.” I requested, but honestly, the boy was walking back and forth and back and forth and- god even thinking about it is making me want to vomit.
“You’re not allowed to ever do that again.”
Well those weren’t exactly the words I was expecting to hear out of his mouth.
“Do you hear me?”
I really couldn’t control my eyes, or the fact that I was staring at Mike as he sat down on the bed next to me. Sure the whole mattress shifted and yet my gaze didn’t even turn. Was he serious? What the hell was even going on at the minute, maybe I’m still drunk…that could be a possibility.
“You may be a clumsy, virginal, purity ring wearing freshman, but your mine. And …I don’t share well, okay? Especially not with assholes.”
It’s funny…no matter how commanding that sounding coming out of his mouth, or how intoxicated my body still was, the next thought still rang in my mind perfectly clear. I think I’m in love.
A/N: Well so…I always thought I should write a sequel but I never had time and I kept pushing it off, and then one day, the first few sentences just pushed into my mind and here it is. I sadly don’t have a beta, so what you get is what I just finished at 5 am . <3 Hope you enjoyed it…I’m also thinking about doing a little epilogue scene.