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schmericaI posted a timestamp meme the other day; here are the first two responses.
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ciel_vert asked for "the Pete/Mikey you just posted, one month later"
*****
Mikey keeps telling himself he's going to just start ignoring the texts, but of course he doesn't. Every time the phone vibrates with a new message, he reads it right away. Some of them he answers -- two am insomniac musings about cartoons, books, music, familiar like a hundred different conversations they had this summer. They said friends, and Mikey meant it, he did. He still does.
He doesn't answer all the texts, though. Some of them he has to ignore. I miss you so fucking much and You should've come back to Chicago with me and Remember the night we sat out in the grass in the rain for hours and J. and I are back together. I just thought you should know from me.
It's only been a week since the tour ended. He doesn't have any real right to be pissed, because he was the one who said no, who said it didn't make sense for them to keep going. He didn't say anything when Pete spit and yelled and cried "Fuck your band! Fuck Gerard! Fuck everyone. Mikey Way, I--" and they could both hear the place where he wasn't saying I love you. Mikey didn't say anything.
So Mikey doesn't think he has the right to be upset, but he is. And of course Gerard can tell, because Gerard knows him that well. Gerard is the one who says "Zombie movie night, Mikey Way," and drags Mikey's ass to the couch, and they're twenty minutes into the first movie before Mikey realizes Gerard's purposely separated him from his phone, two rooms away.
He takes a deep breath and rests his head on Gerard's shoulder and watches the movie.
impertinence asked for "FIVE THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER THE STORY WHEN FRANK ISN'T A FRENCH FRY"
*****
1. On stage, the next show, it's like Frank can't stay away from Mikey. He keeps crowding into his space, smiling at him, coming close enough to touch. He can't help it. Mikey smiles at him, just the slightest bit, like it's a secret smile, just for him. When Gerard sings in their direction his eyes look wickedly pleased, glancing between the two of them. Frank closes his eyes and the music strums through his veins right alongside the anticipation.
2. Somebody lets them crash at a house a week or two later. Otter and Gerard get the spare bedroom, Frank and Mikey a convertible couch, and poor Toro's stuck with the loveseat. Frank waits until he's sure Toro's asleep before he rolls over to his side to face Mikey and poke him in the arm.
"What?" says Mikey, blinking at him. Glasses off, his eyes not focusing on Frank all the way; Frank wonders how blurry he is to him.
Frank kisses him, quickly, and then moves back to his side of the bed. "I just want you to know it's not a pity thing," he whispers
Mikey says, "Okay."
"You and me. It's not."
"I didn't think it was."
"I would have, in your place," Frank says honestly. "I just -- I want you to know it's not because of that. I like you. You're fucking, fucking special, Mikey, and it's not a second choice thing and it's not a Gerard's little brother thing. It's you and me."
"I knew that already," Mikey says. He's squinting a little.
Frank huffs out a short quiet laugh. "Yeah, well. I had to say it anyway."
"All right," Mikey says. He smiles then, and something about his sleepy naked face looks weirdly peaceful in the dark of the room. "I like you, too. Just so we're clear."
3. Frank doesn't think he's had a set of blue balls this bad since he was fifteen. They sneak kisses any time he's alone with either Way, but there's never time for more. He's around them both all the time, close proximity, and he finds himself staring at their mouths and their hands and gets stuck staring into their eyes in the middle of, like, actual conversations and shit. He's walking around all the time pretty much permanently turned on and it's driving him crazy.
He has a dream about them both going down on him, Gerard and Mikey both on their knees in front of him, taking turns fucking worshipping his dick, going down on him like there's nothing in the world they'd rather be doing than staring down his cock and mouthing every inch of him. They moan when he puts his hands in their hair and they look up at him with their mouths full of cock, all innocent and pretty, and when their tongues meet where they're licking him it's almost like a kiss.
He wakes up in the van after he comes and he curses out loud, because these were his last pair of clean jeans and he was really hoping they'd last another three days.
4. "So, like," Toro starts awkwardly, but he trails off, sipping at his Big Gulp.
Frank's sitting on the curb beside him, picking at his nails. "What?"
"It's nothing," Ray says, but it's not very convincing, even before he goes on. "I mean, it's just that you guys -- I was wondering. Maybe it's none of my business or anything. But I mean, we're all friend and there's not a lot of privacy like this and we spend so much time together. I was just wondering."
"Oh," Frank says. He looks down at his hands again. There's a new scar betweens the knuckles on his right hand. "Yeah. Yeah."
"Yeah?" says Ray.
"Yeah," Frank says again, and he looks back up at Ray and shrugs. "You're right."
"Okay." Ray nods his head, a little too emphatically. "Okay, cool. That's great. Really."
Frank shrugs again.
Ray gives him a sideways smile and offers over his soda. Frank takes it.
5. He sits in the backseat with Gerard and Mikey, curled up under a blanket while they talk about last night's show. Frank's three-quarters of the way to asleep when he feels Mikey's hand under the blanket, sliding up his thigh.
He keeps his eyes closed and his breathing even, near as he can, like nothing's happening. Mikey and Gerard's conversation doesn't miss one beat, not even as Mikey's unbuttoning him and unreleasing him, all one-handed. Not even when Mikey's hand is on his cock, getting him hard, jerking him off.
Frank has to bite his lip to keep from making a sound. He opens his eyes and looks at the rest of the van -- Otter driving in the front, Ray in front of them, headphones firmly on. Nobody's even noticing them.
He turns his face towards the Ways, then, but Mikey's not even looking at him. Mikey's looking at Gerard just like they're having a normal talk, words and sentences and thoughts coming out of his mouth like nothing's happening.
On the other side of Mikey, though, Gerard's eyes are fixed directly on Frank. He's talking, too, in his normal voice, but his teeth are worrying at his lower lip and his eyes are dark and dilated. He knows exactly what Mikey's doing this very second, Frank realizes. And when Frank meets his eyes, Gerard smiles at him, crooked and small and just a little guilty, and Frank closes his eyes because otherwise he's going to come too soon, and this moment is too good to not make it last.
ciel_vert asked for "the Pete/Mikey you just posted, one month later"*****
Mikey keeps telling himself he's going to just start ignoring the texts, but of course he doesn't. Every time the phone vibrates with a new message, he reads it right away. Some of them he answers -- two am insomniac musings about cartoons, books, music, familiar like a hundred different conversations they had this summer. They said friends, and Mikey meant it, he did. He still does.
He doesn't answer all the texts, though. Some of them he has to ignore. I miss you so fucking much and You should've come back to Chicago with me and Remember the night we sat out in the grass in the rain for hours and J. and I are back together. I just thought you should know from me.
It's only been a week since the tour ended. He doesn't have any real right to be pissed, because he was the one who said no, who said it didn't make sense for them to keep going. He didn't say anything when Pete spit and yelled and cried "Fuck your band! Fuck Gerard! Fuck everyone. Mikey Way, I--" and they could both hear the place where he wasn't saying I love you. Mikey didn't say anything.
So Mikey doesn't think he has the right to be upset, but he is. And of course Gerard can tell, because Gerard knows him that well. Gerard is the one who says "Zombie movie night, Mikey Way," and drags Mikey's ass to the couch, and they're twenty minutes into the first movie before Mikey realizes Gerard's purposely separated him from his phone, two rooms away.
He takes a deep breath and rests his head on Gerard's shoulder and watches the movie.
impertinence asked for "FIVE THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER THE STORY WHEN FRANK ISN'T A FRENCH FRY"*****
1. On stage, the next show, it's like Frank can't stay away from Mikey. He keeps crowding into his space, smiling at him, coming close enough to touch. He can't help it. Mikey smiles at him, just the slightest bit, like it's a secret smile, just for him. When Gerard sings in their direction his eyes look wickedly pleased, glancing between the two of them. Frank closes his eyes and the music strums through his veins right alongside the anticipation.
2. Somebody lets them crash at a house a week or two later. Otter and Gerard get the spare bedroom, Frank and Mikey a convertible couch, and poor Toro's stuck with the loveseat. Frank waits until he's sure Toro's asleep before he rolls over to his side to face Mikey and poke him in the arm.
"What?" says Mikey, blinking at him. Glasses off, his eyes not focusing on Frank all the way; Frank wonders how blurry he is to him.
Frank kisses him, quickly, and then moves back to his side of the bed. "I just want you to know it's not a pity thing," he whispers
Mikey says, "Okay."
"You and me. It's not."
"I didn't think it was."
"I would have, in your place," Frank says honestly. "I just -- I want you to know it's not because of that. I like you. You're fucking, fucking special, Mikey, and it's not a second choice thing and it's not a Gerard's little brother thing. It's you and me."
"I knew that already," Mikey says. He's squinting a little.
Frank huffs out a short quiet laugh. "Yeah, well. I had to say it anyway."
"All right," Mikey says. He smiles then, and something about his sleepy naked face looks weirdly peaceful in the dark of the room. "I like you, too. Just so we're clear."
3. Frank doesn't think he's had a set of blue balls this bad since he was fifteen. They sneak kisses any time he's alone with either Way, but there's never time for more. He's around them both all the time, close proximity, and he finds himself staring at their mouths and their hands and gets stuck staring into their eyes in the middle of, like, actual conversations and shit. He's walking around all the time pretty much permanently turned on and it's driving him crazy.
He has a dream about them both going down on him, Gerard and Mikey both on their knees in front of him, taking turns fucking worshipping his dick, going down on him like there's nothing in the world they'd rather be doing than staring down his cock and mouthing every inch of him. They moan when he puts his hands in their hair and they look up at him with their mouths full of cock, all innocent and pretty, and when their tongues meet where they're licking him it's almost like a kiss.
He wakes up in the van after he comes and he curses out loud, because these were his last pair of clean jeans and he was really hoping they'd last another three days.
4. "So, like," Toro starts awkwardly, but he trails off, sipping at his Big Gulp.
Frank's sitting on the curb beside him, picking at his nails. "What?"
"It's nothing," Ray says, but it's not very convincing, even before he goes on. "I mean, it's just that you guys -- I was wondering. Maybe it's none of my business or anything. But I mean, we're all friend and there's not a lot of privacy like this and we spend so much time together. I was just wondering."
"Oh," Frank says. He looks down at his hands again. There's a new scar betweens the knuckles on his right hand. "Yeah. Yeah."
"Yeah?" says Ray.
"Yeah," Frank says again, and he looks back up at Ray and shrugs. "You're right."
"Okay." Ray nods his head, a little too emphatically. "Okay, cool. That's great. Really."
Frank shrugs again.
Ray gives him a sideways smile and offers over his soda. Frank takes it.
5. He sits in the backseat with Gerard and Mikey, curled up under a blanket while they talk about last night's show. Frank's three-quarters of the way to asleep when he feels Mikey's hand under the blanket, sliding up his thigh.
He keeps his eyes closed and his breathing even, near as he can, like nothing's happening. Mikey and Gerard's conversation doesn't miss one beat, not even as Mikey's unbuttoning him and unreleasing him, all one-handed. Not even when Mikey's hand is on his cock, getting him hard, jerking him off.
Frank has to bite his lip to keep from making a sound. He opens his eyes and looks at the rest of the van -- Otter driving in the front, Ray in front of them, headphones firmly on. Nobody's even noticing them.
He turns his face towards the Ways, then, but Mikey's not even looking at him. Mikey's looking at Gerard just like they're having a normal talk, words and sentences and thoughts coming out of his mouth like nothing's happening.
On the other side of Mikey, though, Gerard's eyes are fixed directly on Frank. He's talking, too, in his normal voice, but his teeth are worrying at his lower lip and his eyes are dark and dilated. He knows exactly what Mikey's doing this very second, Frank realizes. And when Frank meets his eyes, Gerard smiles at him, crooked and small and just a little guilty, and Frank closes his eyes because otherwise he's going to come too soon, and this moment is too good to not make it last.
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31/10/09 15:05 (UTC)"And when Frank meets his eyes, Gerard smiles at him, crooked and small and just a little guilty, and Frank closes his eyes because otherwise he's going to come too soon, and this moment is too good to not make it last." *________________*
Though one teeny comment is for "unreleasing him" in that I was wondering if you meant unleashing/releasing him or something? Because "unrelease" just means something has not been made available for distribution/publication. Which I guess is true in a way, but not what I think you meant?
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31/10/09 21:13 (UTC)Thank you for the feedback!
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31/10/09 16:19 (UTC)I loved the second one, the Way brother consorting with someone else is always a favoruite one of mine. The thought of Frank with blue balls is also highly entertaining, while the image of him getting a blowjob is wonderful :D
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31/10/09 21:14 (UTC)(no subject)
31/10/09 16:41 (UTC)HEARTS IN MY EYES. PEARL. I just - PETE WENTZ BREAKS MY FUCKING HEART. I LOVED this. I had my hands clasped over my HEART while I was reading it. BOYS>
and the next one. Pearl. NRRRRRGH. I just - a) your mikey way is made of AWESOME, b) OH RAY TORO, I adore you, and c) the end has me harassing Liz to read this one and the first one and insisting that it's only KIND OF Waycest. It's incredibly, awesomely HOTNESS PERSONIFIED, and I fucking love it YAY. <3<3<3
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31/10/09 21:15 (UTC)and insisting that it's only KIND OF Waycest.
You would be shocked at how infrequently that works on people! Is peak from experience.
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31/10/09 21:05 (UTC)also the way you direct quote me makes me look like an imbecile. or a lunatic. or both.
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2/11/09 06:56 (UTC)He has a dream about them both going down on him, Gerard and Mikey both on their knees in front of him, taking turns fucking worshipping his dick, going down on him like there's nothing in the world they'd rather be doing than staring down his cock and mouthing every inch of him.
I love hearing all of Frank's fantasies, straight up, not sugar coated like he'd have to if he was asking for it and that makes it sooo hot. Mikey Way under the blanket! Ung.
You rock these three so hard, oh man.
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2/11/09 22:20 (UTC)That is the fun part of writing fantasies, isn't it? It's so much straight-up dirtier than anything they'd say or do with a partner.
They just make such an endlessly interesting threesome, you know?
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2/11/09 13:53 (UTC)Even though the first one made me go D: because - Mikeyway D:D:D: You break my heart.
But the second one -hearts- SO cute! I was hoping you would write more ever since I read the first bit because it's really awesome and it makes me do this stupid giant smile :D:D:D
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2/11/09 22:20 (UTC)(no subject)
2/11/09 14:32 (UTC)And the Frank/Gerard/Mikey stuff UNFFFF. Seriously, please feel free to write a million more words of that verse! *____*
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2/11/09 22:21 (UTC)I really am enjoying the Frank/Gerard/Mikey, I will admit. :D
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