FRIKEY ONE-SHOT. Mikey has liked Frank for such a long time. Is there any chance Frank shares those feelings?
Beep-Beep. I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing.
I flip over to turn the damned thing off and hit my head on my guitar, tossed aside from earlier that night.
I really need to stop falling asleep while playing it. Flipping the covers back, I sit up. Shivering, I pull on a random shirt from the floor. I grab my glasses from my bedside table, slipping them on.
3 MINUTES LATER
I slap a mug onto the counter, eager to fill my sleepless body with some coffee.
Sitting at the table, I stare into space until Gerard suddenly appears in front of me. "Why are you not wearing any pants Mikes? I don't like seeing your fucking boxers." He says simply. I just ignore him, idly siping my coffee. Then he plays his dirty card. "Hey, Mikes, Frank's coming over later. Unless your planning on waiting around for him to see you naked, you better go put some pants on." My cheeks redden, and I rush to my room.
Searching for my black skinnies, I touch the bottom of my wooden dresser. They must be in the closet, I think. Going over to my closet, I suddenly realize all the clothes missing from the floor. There wasn't any in the close either. "Damn, he got me," I mutter.
I do fucking hate Gee sometimes. I go to open my door, but then I hear a familiar voice downstairs, talking to Gee. "Hey Gerard. Where's Mikey Mouse?" Frank says. I smile at his nickname for me. I scamper back into my bedroom once i relieze how weird I must look, standing in the door way, in my boxers, smiling like a fucking rapist. "Fuck you Gee." I mutter.
I throw all of my shirts around, still not giving up hope of one, safe, untouched jeans. I hear Gerard say "Oh, our good friend is upstairs, waiting for you," I can almost hear the evil grin in his voice. My eyes dart around the room, and i give up. Pulling out one of the random shirts thrown around, I shove my tiny, toned thighs inside of them. Knock knock
Thinking it must be Gee, I pull the shirt off, scampering toward the door. I fling it open. "Fuck you." I snarl. I gasp when I see Frank in the doorway, not Gee. "Uh…" I say. Frank grins, eyeing my sparkly pink unicorn boxers. Fuck. I just had to wear this pair today, didn't I? "Bye!" I say quickly, slamming the door in his face. Gerard is gonna pay for this. I run a shaky hand through my mousy brown hair. "Uhhh, Mikey? I brought you some pants?" Frank says through the door. God. Gee is so intent on making my life shitty. I crack the door, slipping my hand out. But instead of simply putting the pants in my hand, he grabs it, distracting me, and pushes the door open, slipping in. "What's your prob Mikey mouse? We're both guys. At least last time I checked." He says, winking at me. I blush. "Y-yea…" I stutter. He laughs. "Wanna see my boxers?" He says teasingly. My eyes widen at the thought of that. I feel all my blood rushing down to my cock. Fuck. I dash for the door, trying to slip past Frank. But he grabs my hand. "Did.. did i just make you… HARD?" He says, his eyes widening.
"NO.." I say hoping more confidence than I had at that moment came out of my tone. "But you guys are making this hard to put some fucking pants on my dick," I snap, my eyes flaring at Gee. Then my eyes unconsciously move toward Franks. I catch a flint of something, something i can't describe in Frank's gorgeous seductively brown eyes. I quickly look down, hoping Frank couldn't read my feelings right then. Snatching the pants Frank once held out I brush his fingertips and I'm positive my boner is visible. I slam the door. Throwing myself on the bed, I can't help wishing Frank would come in and "comfort" me right now.
I lie on my bed, praying my boner will disappear. Fuck Gerard. It's all his fault. Frank must think I'm some fucking gay freak now. "Mikey…?" I hear Frank's voice say. "Go the fuck away." I mumble. I hear Gerard cackling from downstairs. Damned idiot. Frank's feet pad softly down the stairs. I sit up, staring at my boxers. Fuck mother nature. I grab the pants, wiggling them up my skinny hips. I grab a brush, raking it through my hair. I pull my gray hat on over my head, glacing in the mirror. My face is totally tomato red. Shit.
While pressing the cool wet cloth against my burning face, I become aware of the simple fact I'm wearing Frank's pants. His ass, his thighs, his…. I pull the cloth away. Great, now my face is red and wet. I, am going, to fucking beat the shit filled brains out of Gee. Moments later, I dry my face and race out the door, eager to make up for whatever I had with Frank.
I race down the stairs, pretty much slamming into Gee. "Hey fuckface." I growl. "Mikes. Chill." He says defensively. "Chill? CHILL?! Dude you made me thoroughly embarrass myself. In front of my crush." But unfortunately, I don't notice Frank standing right behind Gerard. I stand there, wide-eyed, feeling so fucking stupid. SHIIIIIIT. I hate my life. Gerard snickers. I let out a small squeak, turning around and scampering back up to my room.
I can't believe i said that, OUT LOUD. With him…my thoughts go on. Why does Gerard think this is funny?! He obviously knows I like him, why is it he needs to make this all a big "joke,". This is going all wrong. Today we were all just suppose to hang out and give me more time to convince Frank that he should like me back. Until now. I clench my stomach, it craving the now cold coffee still sitting full on the table. I clench my fists and i feel my eyes fill with water. Dammit. not now. Blinking my love back down into me I snatch my keys. I rush out of my room, hoping to dart outside before anyone sees me. Sprinting down the stairs, I feel my feet tangle and I take a final gasp. I see stairs, wall, stairs, wall. I sit at the bottom of the stairs, my hands grasping my hair. WHY. Gee and Frank dash into the living room. "What the fuck is wrong with you today, Mike?" Frank blurts. I eye Gerard and stand up "This kid here thinks it's funny to be a jackass," I snarl and shove Gee against the wall, making him wince a little. I pick up my car keys once again and head out the door. Here I come Starbucks.
I get half way to starbucks, when my phone starts to ring. I look at the screen. Frank. I take a deep breath, answering it. "H-hello?" I say shakily. "Dude. Mikey. What the hell is your problem?" He asks. I let out a little squeak. "N-nothing." I stutter. He sighs. "Well, it's obviously SOMETHING." He says. I bite my lip. "Nothing. I swear." I insist. "Fine. Just… come back then? I wanna hang out with you." He says. Just those simple 6 words make me turn the car around, heading home. "Okay. But Gerard better not be a stupid fucking jackass." I say. "Uh. Just ignore him?" He suggests. I sigh. "Whatever. Bye." I start to hang up, but Frank quickly says wait. "What?" I ask. "Uh… don't worry about what you told Gerard…. It's fine." He says. My eyes fill with tears, my cheeks burning. "Uh.. um… yea." I say, hanging up.
I pull into the driveway, heart beating. I'm not sure if I could look at his tempting soft face again without being ridiculous or having Gerard play another prank. Opening the door, I find Frank mindlessly stroking his guitar strings, Gee softly singing along. God, why does Frank have to be so…attractive. I take note of his new hairstyle, straightened and combed. "Hi," they both hum without even looking up. Plopping onto the kitchen table, I stare at my still full cup of coffee. I nuke it in the microwave and take a steaming sip, waiting for someone to strike up a conversation.
"So. Mikey, hows the love life?" Gerard snickers. I flick him off. Frank sighs. "Give the kid a break Gee." He says, playing more cords. Gee sticks his tongue out at him. I grin, shaking my head. I stare at Frank, playing his guitar. His fingers flying across the frets. "Mind if I play too?" I ask him. He smiles."Go ahead." I set my coffee down, heading up the stairs to my room. I walk to my bed, picking my bass up. I freeze suddenly, feeling a soft hand caressing my shoulder. I drop my bass, whipping around quickly. I come face to face with, none other than, Frank. "Did I scare you?" He whispers softly, running a finger along my jawline. "ghgoiudg." I mumble coherently. He laughs, leaning in closer. His breath tingles on mine, smelling of cigarette smoke and coffee. My knees give out, and i slip down to the floor, blushing furiously. He kneels down, smiling softly at me. He leans in slowly, pressing his lips softly to mine. I let out a tiny squeak, every blood cell rushing to one spot, making me very, very hard.
Our soft lips slowly come apart and I see his eyes flicker open. My fingers trail up to his hair and i pull him in closer. His fingers dance along under my shirt and I feel him stroking my ribs, slowly. I kiss him madly and never let go. His pushes me over and we tumble against the wall. I let out a silly laugh, louder than I expected. Frank's head droops down next to my ear and I feel the warm air of his breathe along my neck when he giggles. I feel warm yet know I'm pale, aware of all my blood cells traveling to my cock. We just stare at each other for a second, and I couldn't help myself anymore. He teases me by missing my lips and letting his tongue travel along my neck. I blush furiously, and i claw at his back. A heavy, deep groan escape my mouth, embarrased that Gee might've heard us. Holy shit….Gee.
Frank notices me tense up. "Gee left…" He whispers. I blush. He must've planned this. "Don't worry…" He whispers, pressing his lips to my cheek. I let out a shaky sigh. "What's wrong?" Frank asks. I shake my head. "Nothing." I say simply, pressing my lips to his again. He kisses back, but pulls back quickly, helping me up and leading me to the bed. He pushes me onto it gently, sitting on my chest. "Mikey… I love you." He says, pressing his lips to mine. He kisses me slowly at first, then the kisses getting deeper and rougher. I moan as he strattles me, kissing me harder. I moan softly. He pulls away slightly. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you, Mikey Mouse?" He whispers, smiling. I nod shyly. "Me too." He whispers into my neck. I gasp as he nips it gently. He sucks on it, making me moan louder.
"Wait…." I say with doubt. He sits up, gives me a caring, sympathetic look..but still wanting to get back to my neck. I wait a second before I say what I know I want to. "You don't, maybe you do understand but…I've waited a very..long time for you to come around. But I'm happy for the wait, It made me realize just how much I love you. I love you too, Frank," My eyes get a happy glaze over them and we both grin at each other before slamming down on the bed once again, harder this time. He kisses me first, on the lips, unlike all the others. This one was the first full with love, and passion. I kiss him back with just as much roughness. I rise my chest, my arms wobbling, forcing him to push me back down to the cushy surface of the bed. Before sinking down, I use the strength I have left to playfully pushing his tiny frame aside and hop on top of his waist.
"Okay, enough fucking around." He says, pulling my shirt off. I gasp, feeling his finger run along my chest. He smiles, yanking his shirt off. I kiss the middle of his chest, enjoying the feeling of his silky, ivory skin. I can feel his heart fluttering in his chest. "Mikey…" He whispers. I look up, going back to kissing his lips. I gasp as his fingers brush my the top of my jeans. "Jesus…" I whimper. He unbuttons them, easing them down my shaky hips. He suppresses a snicker when he sees my boxers. "Mikey. Your boxers are so… fucking adorable. Just like you…" I blush. He slips his fingers down my boxers, tickling the sensitive skin underneath.
I get an overwhelming sense of..of wanting. For Frank. I want him, all of him. I smell his hair and i get the dirty grit of…man swirling in my nostrils. Letting my fingertips stroke the small of his back, his sweat mingling with my fumes. I slip both my hands into the sides of his pants, frustrated with his belt. "Why the fuck would…belt." I grunt. He understands my complaints and sits up to take it off. "S-sorry, umm..I didn't exactly plan this." he says with a smirk. After Frank whips off his studded belt, I tear off his pants with a mad look on my face. "Hustling much?" Frank snickers. I have to swallow my drool when I see his black skull boxers, very predictable..but very sexy as all hell. I bite my lip and he can tell that I've became suddenly aroused by the height he feels pushing up against his ass.
"Holy shit Mikes." He mumbles, blushing. "S-sorry…" I say, slightly embarrassed. "Damn… you're so fucking cute." He whispers, pushing me down so he's on top. He runs his fingers along the top of my boxers. "Frank… please don't tease me." I whimper. He grins, inching my boxers down very slowly. I whimper. He smirks. He keeps inching them down. "Fucking stop teasing." I whine. He grins, pulling them the rest of the way. He lets out a small whimper, getting hard instantly. I grin, happy at making him aroused. He leans down, licking the base of my cock. I let out a loud, mousy like squeak. I thrust my hips up begging him. Gently, he places his hand on my hips, pushing me back down. I groan, as he suddenly takes all of my length in his mouth. "Fuck, Frankie… holy shit…" I whimper, feeling immense pleasure.
I clench the sweat-soaked sheets and my eyelids droop and flutter, sending small flicks of Frank into my mind. I let them close. He wiggles his tongue around the head and sucks gently. Continuously swirling around he works his way up to the base again, keeping it all in and eating it like the best dessert he's tasted. I let a shaky groan, rumbling my insides. My stomach flips as he begins to suck even harder…
Suddenly, my lower belly shudders. "Frank-" is all i mange to get out before I come. He swallows, looking up at me, grinning. He lays down next to me, placing a passionate kiss on my swollen lips.
We awkwardly look at each other and start bursting out laughing, letting go of everything we've been holding in for years. "I can't believe we finally got to be together," he squeaks out. "Yeah.." Is all I can mutter. Making a silly grin, I pull closer to him, letting my hand rest on his chest. I can tell he's smiling too, by the way his heart flutters. We both feel so..happy.
"I fucking love you." I whisper in his ear. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I yank the sheets over us, drifting into a light sleep.
"HEY, LOVEBIRDS!" Gerard yells, waking me and Frank. Why is he here? I think, panicing slightly. "I uh… thought you left?" I ask. Gerard grins. "Nope. Frankie boy just said that." He snickers. My eyes widen, and my face flushes. "Fraaaank!" I whimper. "Sorry…" He says sheepishly. "Fuck life…." I mutter, smiling.
Hehehe. This is what happens when your bored at 2 in the morning XD I hope you liked, and R&R would be greatly appreciated. (: