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schmericaSecond set of ficlets are delivered! One more set to go after this, woo.
i. mikey/joe for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
belladonnalin
Joe's bed is always warm, made up with flannel sheets that remind Mikey of being a little kid. New Jersey winters, boring plaids on the bed, waiting for spring to come back with the thin cotton superheroes. Mikey likes them a lot better now than he did then. Cozy, comforting somehow. Like he could hide under the covers here forever.
Joe snores, not loudly, but a little bit, and that's comforting too. He doesn't sound anything like Alicia's even breaths or Gerard's weird grunts or the scary silence that came from Pete sometimes when he finally slept.
When Joe blinks awake in the morning, sometimes he looks surprised to see Mikey. He laughs a little to himself, and says, "You know, it's weird, when I look at you it's like I'm still expecting to see that dude with those cool glasses."
Mikey smiles and says something about how it's not like Joe looks much like he used to now, either, hair and beard and makeover, but really what he's thinking is I'm not that guy anymore. Not at all..
ii. gerard/mikey forforevernew
It's always cold in this house. Always. There are three blankets on Gerard's bed and it's not enough. He can't sleep very deeply here, but nobody else is sleeping well either, so it doesn't really matter. They all walk around all day like they're in a daze. Barely making it through.
He wakes up when Mikey comes into his room. Every night.
Mikey lies down on the floor, no pillow, no blanket. Even in the dark, just a blurry black blob, Gerard can tell he's shivering.
Mikey always lies down on the floor, never in Gerard's bed, but when Gerard reaches down, presses his palm gentle against Mikey's back, he always comes.
It's a twin bed, not meant for two grown men, but they make it work. They face together, legs curled around each other, foreheads almost touching.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Gerard whispers, but Mikey never does. Mikey just shakes his head and curls up around Gerard even tighter, so Gerard can't see his eyes.
"It's gonna be okay, Mikey," Gerard says. "I promise." He always promises, even though he knows he can't keep it. Like if he says it enough it'll be true.
He kisses Mikey slow and sweet on the mouth, until he can feel the tension ease from his body, just the slightest bit. It's enough for now. He rests his chin against the top of Mikey's head and they hold each other close until tomorrow comes. Tomorrow will be better.
iii. bob/girl!gerard forquettaser
"What the fuck is this?" Gee shouts out to the crowd. "Is this how you guys treat a lady? Shit." Gee laughs, long and high-pitched, almost a shriek. "You think I'm going to spread my legs that easily? You fuckers have an awful lot to learn." She twirls around and they're into the intro to the next song.
It's hours later, long after the show is over, locked into a bland white hotel room, exhausted, showered, and Bob's got her spread-eagle across the big bed while he kneels in front of her. Her hair's black and messy on the pale pillow and her arms don't reach the edge of the bed on either side and the skin of her inner legs is soft and snow white under his fingertips.
He only knows he's grinning down at her when she makes a face at him, screwing her mouth up into an uncertain smile. "What?" she says.
"Nothing," Bob says. "Just you."
"Oh, yeah?" Gee says. She wiggles a little, and he can't help but lean over, press a kiss to her small breasts.
"Yep," he says. "I like you."
"I'm glad to hear it," Gee says, but she cuts herself off when he takes her nipple into his mouth.
i. mikey/joe for
belladonnalinJoe's bed is always warm, made up with flannel sheets that remind Mikey of being a little kid. New Jersey winters, boring plaids on the bed, waiting for spring to come back with the thin cotton superheroes. Mikey likes them a lot better now than he did then. Cozy, comforting somehow. Like he could hide under the covers here forever.
Joe snores, not loudly, but a little bit, and that's comforting too. He doesn't sound anything like Alicia's even breaths or Gerard's weird grunts or the scary silence that came from Pete sometimes when he finally slept.
When Joe blinks awake in the morning, sometimes he looks surprised to see Mikey. He laughs a little to himself, and says, "You know, it's weird, when I look at you it's like I'm still expecting to see that dude with those cool glasses."
Mikey smiles and says something about how it's not like Joe looks much like he used to now, either, hair and beard and makeover, but really what he's thinking is I'm not that guy anymore. Not at all..
ii. gerard/mikey for
forevernewIt's always cold in this house. Always. There are three blankets on Gerard's bed and it's not enough. He can't sleep very deeply here, but nobody else is sleeping well either, so it doesn't really matter. They all walk around all day like they're in a daze. Barely making it through.
He wakes up when Mikey comes into his room. Every night.
Mikey lies down on the floor, no pillow, no blanket. Even in the dark, just a blurry black blob, Gerard can tell he's shivering.
Mikey always lies down on the floor, never in Gerard's bed, but when Gerard reaches down, presses his palm gentle against Mikey's back, he always comes.
It's a twin bed, not meant for two grown men, but they make it work. They face together, legs curled around each other, foreheads almost touching.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Gerard whispers, but Mikey never does. Mikey just shakes his head and curls up around Gerard even tighter, so Gerard can't see his eyes.
"It's gonna be okay, Mikey," Gerard says. "I promise." He always promises, even though he knows he can't keep it. Like if he says it enough it'll be true.
He kisses Mikey slow and sweet on the mouth, until he can feel the tension ease from his body, just the slightest bit. It's enough for now. He rests his chin against the top of Mikey's head and they hold each other close until tomorrow comes. Tomorrow will be better.
iii. bob/girl!gerard for
quettaser"What the fuck is this?" Gee shouts out to the crowd. "Is this how you guys treat a lady? Shit." Gee laughs, long and high-pitched, almost a shriek. "You think I'm going to spread my legs that easily? You fuckers have an awful lot to learn." She twirls around and they're into the intro to the next song.
It's hours later, long after the show is over, locked into a bland white hotel room, exhausted, showered, and Bob's got her spread-eagle across the big bed while he kneels in front of her. Her hair's black and messy on the pale pillow and her arms don't reach the edge of the bed on either side and the skin of her inner legs is soft and snow white under his fingertips.
He only knows he's grinning down at her when she makes a face at him, screwing her mouth up into an uncertain smile. "What?" she says.
"Nothing," Bob says. "Just you."
"Oh, yeah?" Gee says. She wiggles a little, and he can't help but lean over, press a kiss to her small breasts.
"Yep," he says. "I like you."
"I'm glad to hear it," Gee says, but she cuts herself off when he takes her nipple into his mouth.