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Blackbird, Chapter 7
Title: Blackbird
Author: woebetidesweets and cassie_roulette
Pairing: Frank (Melanie) /Mikey (Emma)
Rating: NC-17 for... many unspeakable things.
POV: Third-person omniscient
Summary:

Author Notes: This started off as an rp. Because we were bored. We tried to get each other off. And you hadn't had the Frank/Mikey in forevers. And no-one can resist a goddamn uniform. And we're both ex-Catholic Catholic fetishists something fierce. So we're aware that it's pretty damn cliche. But it got out of hand really fast and ended up being kind of epicly long. ...It's been two minutes and I can't think of anything else to reply with. END AUTHOR'S NOTE HERE.
Disclaimer: It's an epic gayass INO AU rp. Also, we don't know the My Chemical Romances. Nor do we own them.
x-posted lyk whoa



Frank woke up slowly, his sigh barely a sound, nuzzling a little further into his comforter and weakly tightening his fingers in the cotton. There was a soothing, gray feel to the world today, the light cast on his carpet and in bits of Mikey’s hair was dim and faded, and it took him a few moments to realize that it was raining. Pouring, really. The sound of water hitting earth and pavement and the top of his car could be heard from his second floor window and it made him smile- rain always put him at ease, made Jersey air smell a little cleaner, and he was easily able to imagine staying in bed all day, just because of the weather. He loved having Mikey close- they'd accidentally ended up falling asleep while they were making out the night before, almost mid-kiss really, and Frank didn't mind that. Just hearing that Mikey wanted to give him anything he asked for completely blew him over, made him just- pretty damn happy.

But it was hard to relax, hard to fall back asleep because sometime in the middle of the night, Mikey'd woken up, apparently from some kind of nightmare. Frank really wasn't sure if Mikey was entirely conscious after he'd shook him awake, and when Frank had blearily blinked open his eyes, the other boy had asked him, pretty much begged him to go to Confession. To take him to Confession the next day, because what they'd done was a horrible, horrible sin. His eyes were wide and terrified and his fingers dug painfully hard in Frank's back, and then Frank had carefully pulled him close, cradled the back of his head and promised he would. And Frank wouldn't go back on his word for anything. As bad as he thought it was, anti-productive and maybe destructive, Mikey felt it was important. The previous night had left Frank unnerved, really. The way Mikey's initial willingness to appease had faded as soon as what they'd done set in, years of Catholic brainwashing reducing him to a sobbing mess, turning away from Frank and pleading for him to take him to a priest. It terrified him.

But if it made Mikey happy, Frank would do anything. It was a humbling realization, but Mikey's genuine smiles were too scarce for his liking. The promise was the only thing that had calmed the other boy enough to persuade him to sleep. Which he eventually did, curled around Frank's body and clinging to him tight like just being close would help the guilt any.

Their limbs were still tangled together when Frank finally came about all the way, and he couldn’t help it when he pulled a little closer to the boy next to him, couldn’t help breathing a tiny kiss on his cheek- he told himself that he'd do whatever Mikey wanted after he woke up, but for now. He'd enjoy this.

Mikey didn’t really stir at first. He was a light sleeper, used to being wary and listening for noise in the hall that signified his father might have been drinking, but he'd slept more peacefully in Frank's house than he ever had at home, when Frank held him close after his panic attack. He’d nestled tight against him in his sleep, weaving his arms around his chest and breathing slow and steady on his collarbone, his pajama pants rising up a knee thrown over Frank's thigh. But he finally turned his head into the pillow when Frank's lips touched his cheek for the third time, groaning a little in his throat in protest and exhaling audibly as he pulled the blankets up, burrowing in the fabric and trying to go back to sleep.

Frank grinned at the sight, following Mikey under the covers and wrapping his arms tight around his waist.

"Hey," he said simply, feeling a little giddy at getting to wake up next to someone- comfortable and warm and more content than he could remember being... ever, really. Mikey looked pretty damn adorable without his glasses on and his hair all mussed from sleep, and really, Frank couldn't help but just want to talk to him now that he knew the other boy was awake.

Mikey didn't respond, just grunted lightly, reaching up sleepily to rub as his eye and yawn before he squinted his eyes open, smiling peacefully and rolling out of the comforter fort to embrace Frank fully, his hands meeting behind Frank's back as he sleepily tucked his face in his neck.

"Hi."

Everything felt a little sweeter when they were like this. For the first time in recent memory, Frank was around another person and he wasn't making an active attempt to impress or intimidate or appear a certain way. Being with Mikey... it was easier to completely forget about fronts. His voice was softer, his eyes didn't carry any of the usual arrogance. And though he'd never say it out loud, he liked it.

"…Hey. Mikey. Do you want… to go to Confession?" he asked quietly, running his fingers down over the soft hair at the base of Mikey's neck, gulping and looking over his head.

Mikey was still smiling dreamily, half dozed off again when Frank's fingers began playing at his spine. He shifted to fit better against him, scooting so there wasn't an inch between their bodies anywhere and hugging him closer. Frank had never struck him as the type who would hold him like this, bend like this against his body and speak as quietly as he was. Maybe it was the soft pitter of drops outside and the fact that he was warm and tucked in, or maybe it was the smell of Frank's sheets, they smelled like him, or the way Frank’s hair was hanging down dejected and flat and still looked pretty- but Mikey didn't feel any of what he'd felt the night before. Nothing guilty or scared. He was having a hard time understanding why he'd been so afraid. He could hardly recall the dream really, hardly even could think about when he'd woken up. He wouldn't have remembered it at all if Frank hadn't reminded him just then- all he really remembered was rain and Frank's expression being horribly concerned. And how warm he was when Frank held him again. He stumbled over his words, "...N-no, Frank. Wa-nna stay."

Nodding, Frank felt obligated to ask "Are you sure?" though if it were up to him, they'd just end up staying in his room all day. He was more than willing to pass the situation by. In his mind, these dreams and nightmares, maybe, they were like withdrawl. Catholic withdrawl. Frank didn't mind holding Mikey through it, and he didn't want the other boy to have to know how much it worried him.

"Cause we could just hang out here today if you want. Play videogames and get pizza and stuff." He smiled at the thought, racking his brain for the last time he'd just hung out with another boy and coming up short.

"I mean, I don't have anything I need to do, so we can do whatever you want."

Mikey couldn't keep himself from laughing, burrowing closer to Frank just to feel the vibrations in his throat. No-one'd ever asked him to hang out. Ever. He didn't even know what to do to hang out. But pizza sounded good and videogames sounded good too, and sitting on Frank's bed all day and touching shoulders with him sounded best of all.

"I w-wanna do all that. Yeah, all that stuff."

"All right," Frank breathed in relief, smiling against Mikey's hair and eventually leaning back so that he could look down at his face. The last thing he wanted was to freak the other boy out again, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to kiss him more than anything right then, and they were both right here, just them, safe and warm, like there was no one else in the world. So with a soft touch to Mikey's chin to tilt his face up, he ducked down slowly to connect their lips, letting his eyes close and body melt against him, breathing out slowly through his nose and gently tightening his fingers in the back of the other boy’s shirt.

Mikey's eyes widened when Frank leaned in, but he didn't pull back on the pillow, felt their lips touch and watched his eyes close. His heart felt like it was going at a hundred miles an hour, but his body was surprisingly calm. And he realized, in a sudden burst of emotion, that he liked this, like waking up bent all weird around Frank’s body, liked being under the covers with him, liked seeing Frank look at him like he was. And that there wasn't anything wrong with it. He raised a shaky hand from Frank's ribs to chastely cup his cheek, not moving to open his mouth, but not pulling away either, sighing and smiling into the kiss.

Frank was grinning, an electric little jolt of pleasure racing down his spine at the feel of Mikey pressing back. Everything about Mikey was so different than what he was used to; the way he acted and the reactions he hoped to get and the purpose behind them. Keeping their lips pressed together, he slowly shifted onto his back, sinking into the covers and giving Mikey's shirt a soft tug to encourage him to crawl on top if he wanted to. He didn’t want to smother him or stifle him, but- he wanted to feel his weight on his hips, he wanted to smile up at him and he wanted to see Mikey smile back.

And he didn’t really need to worry, because Mikey keened after Frank as soon as he moved, pressing forward to follow him when he pulled back and insistently scooting closer. The gentle pull on his shirt was a welcome relief, because he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do, and he broke off the kiss for a moment to slide into a hesitant straddle of Frank's hips. He paused to stretch his arms into the air, still really sleepy, his face scrunching up a little before he yawned so wide his eyes shut- he beamed and relaxed his shoulders and leaned down, shifting in Frank's lap to lay all the way against him, resting his elbows on either side of his ears, hugging his head a little and kissing lightly at the corner of his lips.

Frank couldn't help but giggle at the way Mikey stretched and yawned; he looked so completely innocent, in a way that Frank wanted to at the same time preserve forever and fuck up to all hell. For now though he was content just to look up at him and kiss him back.

It was going to be a good day.


*****


Frank was sprawled out on the bed, more than content to watch Mikey play videogames with an enthusiasm he'd hadn’t seen out of him before. It was adorable really, and Frank grinned lazily with his chin propped up against his palm as he reached for another slice of pizza from the open box, biting off a healthy chunk and letting his eyes slide closed with cheese-induced bliss. This had to be one of the happiest days he'd ever had, just hanging out and talking and being guys, something he hadn't realized he'd missed until a few hours ago when the two of them had bonded over Transformers only to get into an epic argument about the delicate intricacies surrounding giant robot politics. Mikey, for all of his nerdy hangups and Catholic-rooted naivety, was turning out to be a genuinely cool guy. Someone he'd want to take to clubs and drive around town with and shoot the shit with until 2am.

"Hey Mikey," he called out, smirking a little when the other boy winced in irritation for having his game interrupted. "Who'd win in a fight? Darth Vader or Wolverine?"

Mikey leaned closer to the screen like it'd help him regain the concentration he lost listening to Frank, his legs crossed and knees up, rapidly hitting the X button and hunching up with his shoulders. Because this was serious fucking business and he'd lost a lot of health.

"V-Vader," he spit out the side of his mouth with a tone of confidence, not tearing his eyes away from the screen. "F-force powers, b-bro, Adamantium, like, d-doesn't st-stand like, a ch-chance. Y-your lack of f-faith d-dist-urbs me' and. St-stuff." He grimaced when he lost for the third time in a row, the Game Over screen hovering mockingly on the TV, and he sighed with more drama than the occasion really called for, flopping back on the bed and tossing the controller to Frank. His face was split in a wide grin despite his epic failure, since he'd never really felt this happy in his life, like there was nowhere else he should ever be.

"B-Black Flag o-or Misfits?" He reached over to grab Frank's half-eaten slice of pizza, rolling over and absentmindedly gnawing on the edge of the crust as Frank started a new game. He liked crust.

"Yeah right," Frank scoffed, rolling his eyes at the question and grabbing for the controller to switch characters. Frank usually played as girls in fighting games, and Mortal Kombat 3 Ultimate had a fine selection to chose from.

"I'm not picking between two bands I've got inked into my skin." He bit back a curse when Jade took a nasty combo and really, neither of them had been playing particularly well today.

"But I mean, if I like had a fuckin' gun to my head or something..." He winced as if the decision pained him. "Misfits. Halloween. And I've gotta represent." When the round ended, showing replay after replay of his girl getting thrown into an unforgiving pit of spikes, he took a moment to grin at Mikey, determined to get him back with a better question.

"Jimi Hendrix or Jimmy Page?"

Mikey canted his head back to look at Frank, his body twisted a little, shirt riding up, still chewing on the pizza and hearing his mom's voice in his head not to eat while he was lying down, but really, he was doing a lot of things today that his mom'd said not to do.

"J-Jimi had his own t-thing going on. He d-didn't n-need, like, a-anyone else, re-really. I-I like him bett-tter." He flipped back forward and yawned and held the slice in both hands, skitting around the pepperoni. "W-why do you always choo-se the chicks anyways, they're a-all muscley and st-stuff."

"Cause they're awesome," Frank grinned, not missing a beat. He'd been defending his choice in characters for years now, but with Mikey he didn't even care. Didn't take it as an insult, just threw the banter right back. "They get all the cool weapons, they're faster, they can kick farther. And besides," he said with an unnecessary air of dignity, finishing off his current slice of pizza by shoving the rest of it into his mouth and talking around it.

"Their outfits are cooler." And that was an excuse he'd never said out loud before, for all that Frank Iero rarely worried about getting his ass kicked. His tossed the controller aside in frustration when he died again, lunging for Mikey like he'd been wanting to for about an hour now, spurred on by the skin he could see peeking out from beneath his - well, technically it's was Frank's - shirt.

Mikey tried his best not to squeal when Frank's body hurtled out of nowhere and tackled his back, trying to hold down a laugh and ignore the way he was pulling him into a wrestle or whatever the hell he was doing.

"Y-you're lu-cky I was done ch-chewing," he started matter-of-factly, reaching back to touch his hair anyways, rubbing at the back of his neck, "I-I c-coulda choked. T-then what would you do. Wh-at'd happen then? I-I'd die, th-that's what." He stretched out, tensing all his muscles for a moment before letting them go with a sigh, still pretending to ignore Frank's pawing and staring at the 'Select Your Fighter' screen.

"A-and their outfits aren-n't cool ei-either. They're c-cool to pe-people who go to co-conventions dr-dressed up as Goku and stuff."

"Okay, do not compare me to those guys," Frank laughed, wrapping him arms around Mikey's waist and curling up against his back to nuzzle against his shoulder, just wanting to be close to him even though the other boy was squirming around to face the TV again.

"And just because I dressed up as Spiderman for Halloween one year doesn't mean I belong in the same category as scary old men who go around in costume and speak Klingon and shit." He was giggling for all that he was trying to act fact-of-factly, silencing himself by kissing at Mikey's neck and slowly working his way up to his ear.

Mikey was just riding down a happy high, still breathing a little fast and shaking with repressed laughter when Frank's nose nudged at the back of his neck and his body nuzzled closer, filling the curve of his back and the dip between his shoulderblades.. He blinked passively at the kiss to his neck, laughing one more time at no real definitive thought at all, just to laugh, an after effect, before he relaxed into the embrace, sighing quietly and reaching behind him to pull Frank's arm up, draping it around his side and guiding the other boy into holding him.

"Y-you dressed up? Th-that’d be fun. I was-sn't allowed."

Frank's lips pursed in thought, a tiny pang of empathy shooting through him as he caught yet another window in Mikey's childhood.

"Well hey," he said after a moment, not needing the encouragement to scoot closer, his arm wrapping what one could arguably call protectively around the other boy's chest.

"This year for Halloween we can totally dress up or something. Be dorks about it, yeah? It'll be fun." And then he was grinning again, nuzzling against the sensitive spot under Mikey's ear.

"Or not and just play videogames all night and get pizza. Which I hear is what the cool kids are doing nowadays."

Mikey grinned, closing his eyes and sighing quietly when Frank pressed closer and held him. He been scared, after the night before, that Frank would treat him different when he saw the bruises, hesitant and wary of touching his back or hugging him tight or jumping across the bed and tackling him, when really, he just wanted to be- like other kids, like the other guys Frank'd been with. Okay. Normal.

"I-I wanna be... uh. Uh." He faltered. "I d-don't know what I w-wanna be bu-t I wanna be something.'"

"We'll figure it out," Frank whispered, running his hand down over the front of Mikey's chest, pawing at his stomach right above the waistband of his pants. He hummed in soft content as he nuzzled the other boy's neck, never able to get enough of touching him, loving and needing the contact. Frank was a physical person though he'd drawn away from others in recent years, and this time he was spending with Mikey was bringing it right back out. The soft sounds of the videogame filled the space of the room, adding background noise so that their silence wasn't awkward, adding ambiance.

"What are you thinking about?" he finally asked.

Shifting his hips to fit better against Frank and half-falling asleep, Mikey mumbled a little before a reply actually came out.

"N-nothing really." He swallowed and blinked as Frank's hand trailed down, palm flat and warm, and Mikey wasn't sure of anything but how much he liked this. His parents never touched him except for when they- they just never hugged him or held him or anything, and he'd always wanted something like this, close and warm and affectionate, and just, the feeling of someone touching him, really, he'd always needed it, he just didn't realize it. Frank was the only one who really tried. He slid fingers into the other boy's, closing his eyes.

"Wu-well I guess I was thinking, th-that I'm s-sorry. For last nig- I-I just, was, not, I didn'- feel good, it wa-wasn't- you-" He shook his head, "I-I jus'-" he flushed and shook his head again, pulling back farther against Frank's chest. "Never-nevermind."

"Hey, it's okay," Frank murmured, resting his chin on Mikey's shoulder. "Don't. Don't worry about it, alright?" Already he could sense his body reacting to the other boy's, pressed up against his back and feeling the heat radiating off of him out of closeness and his embarrassment.

"I just want you to- feel good, you know? And I want you to like, tell me if I'm doing something you don't want." He chewed his lip as he spoke. This was far more consideration than he'd ever shown anyone he'd been with, and he realized slowly that this had turned into something far more than sex.

"…I really like you Mikey."

Mikey gulped again and it was harder this time, to get his throat to bob, and before he knew it he was flipping under Frank's arm, seeming to have accidently chosen the long way and rolling onto his stomach before curling up and hugging himself against Frank's chest and then he was smiling, wide and thrilled, his nose squished up against Frank's sternum, arms slipped under Frank's and hugging him.

"I like you." He didn't even seem to realize he hadn't stuttered at all.

"Like you, Frank."

"Well. Good," Frank grinned, smoothing a hand down over the back of Mikey's hair as if he were petting him. Every time Mikey shifted or squirmed Frank had to practically bite back a hiss or moan, even the slightly bit of contact making his pulse race. He was already half hard from the other boy's presence alone, and when Mikey pressed his face against his chest, he reached down to tug him up by the chin, beaming at him for a moment before he ducked down to press their lips together, craving Mikey's reaction just as much as his touch.

It felt like when he'd woken up and Frank was kissing him for Mikey, slowly coming awake under his touch and blushing hard and tightening his fingers a little in the back of his shirt, but this time he was all the way awake, a bit cross-eyed looking at Frank's expression, and Frank tasted like pizza. Mikey thoughtfully sucked the other boy's bottom lip between his teeth, oblivious to the his reaction, tongue swiping and tasting before he laughed and broke it off, nudging his nose against Frank's and chastely kissing the corner of his mouth. He kissed his cheek just because he felt like it, just because this time yesterday, he could have never imagined being this happy.

Frank was feeling bold - as well as horny - and though more and more he was taking pains not to startle or scare the other boy, he slowly slid a hand down the front of Mikey's pants, palming over his crotch. He turned his head when Mikey kissed his cheek, pressing their lips together a little harder, gently parting them with his tongue. Everything about the situation felt relaxed, like time was standing still, like the two of them tangled up and making out on his bed was as normal and expected as anything else they'd done today; the hanging out and the eating greasy food and talking passionately about which Saturday morning cartoons influenced their lives the strongest.

Mikey abruptly pulled back, slipping his tongue from Frank's mouth when the other boy started rubbing at him and panting quietly through his mouth, leaning their foreheads together. He paused, gulping before he suddenly nodded like he was assenting and quickly began stroking Frank's temple with a few of his fingers, not really knowing what else to do with his hands. And being close like this and feeling what he was, it was easier to ask, stop worrying about it and just ask-

"Wh-when I- p-p-ut my mou-th, th-there," He furrowed his brows, flushed and embarrassed, turning his head so Frank wouldn't see, couldn't stop thinking about the other boys who Frank had liked to kiss and wondering if they knew what to do and if they were good and if Frank was just pitying him maybe, "Di-did it feel okay?"

Frank couldn't help but smile at the hesitant question, brushing his thumb over Mikey's cheek.

"Yeah, it did," he murmured, closing his eyes and savoring the feel of Mikey's hot breath over his skin. His hand, which had stilled, went back to slowly rubbing over the other boy's crotch, curling his fingers a little in a teasing manner. The grin spread slowly across his face as he imagined what Mikey's voice would sound like, how his body would react if he were to- "Do you want to know how it feels, Mikey?"

Mikey fidgeted when Frank's hand started moving again, looking down to see what he was doing and bucking a little at just the sight. He gasped, released a shaky breath though he shook his head, "Th-th-th-that's, o-okay, yo-you don't- hav-" A shiver ran up his spine, made his head fall back as his fists tightened in Frank's shirt.

Eyes narrowing his mischief, Frank gave Mikey's shoulder a soft push to get the other boy to lay on his back, slowly crawling up over top of him and tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"No," he murmured, ducking down to kiss at the skin that slowly became exposed. "I want to. Okay?" The whole process was teasingly slow, pushing up the fabric and running his fingertips in little circles where they touched, even daring to gently press his tongue down against the occasional bruise he encountered. This was the part Frank loved. The power and the seduction, reducing his partner to a writhing mess. Most of the time he didn't even care if he got off. So long as he got to watch this.

Mikey let Frank position him how he wanted, eyes wide and glued to Frank's face, only moving on his own to touch his hair, tucking the longer bits of his bangs carefully behind his ear. He forced himself to stay still, not wanting to seem too excited, pressing his body down hard into the mattress and gripping the comforter. He looked at the ceiling, chewing his lip to hold in a gasp when Frank managed to press hard enough on a bruise on his hip, shaking and letting his thighs fall apart.

Frank was almost surprised at how easily Mikey was letting himself give in. Not that he was complaining. Once he got the other boy's shirt off he started on his pants, unbuttoning them slowly and sliding the zipper down, twining his fingers into the belt loops to tug them off. He left the boxers however, pressing his open mouth against the heat he could feel underneath, just breathing and dragging his tongue slowly over the fabric. He was in no rush and had every intention of making this experience something Mikey would carry for the rest of his life.

"Mikey," he whispered, lips still dragging over cloth. "Do you want it?"

Just being exposed to the air, a little cold and bare, the sheets warm under him, the rain still pittering outside, made Mikey push his thighs together a little to feel something, not even able to look down and watch what Frank was doing, not trusting himself. He couldn't help it, how much he wanted it, how much he just wanted it to be them, and God couldn't say a fucking thing about it, because they wanted each other and Mikey had to have this. And hearing his zipper, he pushed his hips up a little, his mouth opening and closing without a sound coming out, squeezed his eyes shut when Frank's lips parted and the other boy began mouthing over him, licking, he could feel the friction of his tongue rubbing fabric and his reply was barely understandable with several sharp intakes of breath, "Pl-plea-please Frank, wa-want-"

Frank smiled against the other boy's crotch, hooking his thumbs under the elastic of his shorts and slowly easing them off his hips. He was used to do this hurriedly, heatedly, rarely having the luxury of taking his time. It felt like a privilege that Mikey was letting him do this, determined to return the favor by giving it everything he had, everything he'd learned from boys he didn't care about. He started by running his tongue up under the other boy's length, a slow and vulgar movement, like he was a pornstar or something. Frank always got off on the showmanship of it all, smirking mostly at himself before parting his lips and taking Mikey down his throat with the movement of swallowing, letting the muscles constrict around him.

Mikey's poor attempt at self-control was thrown out the window- Frank's tongue would have been enough, tracing and pressing and wet, but when Mikey looked down in surprise at the feeling of it, the heat, he was just in time to watch Frank take him down, his bangs falling and his lips tight and for a boy who'd never seen a single porno, who only took a few light touches and whispered words of affection to groan low and come helplessly, this was- something else. He blinked, letting out a series of rushed scared 'ah ah’s', craning his head up and curling his abdomen to get in deeper, bending his knees and pushing his hips up, and he felt the need to let Frank know, let him know that this was good, but the words stuttering out weren't at all connected like they were in his head, a firm blush set on his cheeks, almost panicking because he felt like he wanted something and he wasn’t sure what it was, "F-F-Fraaank- h-hot, 's hot wet- Frank-"

Frank would have smiled, would have murmured soft, encouraging words had his mouth not been full. Instead he braced his hands gently but firmly on Mikey's hips to hold him still, brushing his thumbs over the fading bruises that peppered the other boy's abdomen. He kept his pace slow, wanting to draw it out, hesitant to overwhelm him, his arms slack enough to let Mikey thrust up if he needed to. If nothing else, Frank could take it. He was good at this and was perfectly content to abuse the skill if it made Mikey squirm around and moan like he was.

The restraint, Frank's hands gently cupping his hips and pressing him down, just made Mikey feel freer, like he could thrash a little more, buck a little more, because Frank would be able to stop him if he needed to. It was an odd sense of safety, being held down, Frank's gentle rubbing on his bruises, the way he smiled, let Mikey know he was taking care of him, that he was doing it for him. He moaned softly at the suction, drawing his shoulders back and together, writhing up off the mattress to follow Frank's mouth when he pulled up, thighs firmly pressing together and against Frank's shoulders like he was scared he'd forget he was there.

"Th-that feels- feels-"

It was almost infuriating, not being able to talk in the midst of Mikey's ecstasy, but Frank made up for it in other ways, swirling his tongue around in lazy cursive on the underside of the other boy's arousal. He'd flick at the tip or just breathe against the heated skin, creating contrast between moments of harsh suction. Mikey's desperate commentary was making him ache and soon enough he couldn't take it anymore, forming a steady rhythm bent on bringing him off as he reached one of his hands down to shove into his own pants, working himself at the same pace he had set on Mikey's dick. With his free hand splayed out against the other boy's sharp hip bones for balance, he let himself groan a little, jerking slightly into his own hand.

When Frank made it faster, sliding up and down, down far enough for his nose to press into the skin at his base, Mikey's back arched and froze, taking gasping breaking breaths, chest heaving, and when he heard the rustle of fabric and felt a warm humming moan against his length, felt Frank gasp through his nose, it hit him in an overwhelming force what the other boy was doing and he stuttered out "F-F-Fra-ank I can't-", twisting his hands in the sheets in a single hanging moment of falling and desperation and rising and then he was coming hard, rocking and seizing up and groaning.

Frank didn't even falter, swallowing hard around Mikey's dick with practiced ease as his hand worked fast with the intention of getting off. He'd been going crazy ever since the previous night in the shower, desperate to touch himself or something but hesitant to do anything that might make Mikey uncomfortable. Now it didn't even matter, taking out his pleasure as he gave it just as good, not letting up on the friction until he could feel the last of the shudders pass through Mikey's body, gasping aloud as his lips fell away and his own climax hit him hard. He hadn't had the foresight to shift out of his pants, coming inside them and not even caring, panting raggedly around the other boy's length.

Mikey's eyes were wide open and unseeing, riding it down and panting hard, his body still stiff and arched, not daring to move enough to sink back into the sheets. He only vaguely registered the smooth bob of Frank's throat when he swallowed, his mouth suddenly pulling off of him, the brush of breath against the inside of his thigh when he moaned and came. A few moments went by with only the sound of rain and the game narrator's deep-voiced insistence to choose a character, and his hands slowly released the sheets even though he didn't move to lay flat at all.

Frank took a moment to breathe, pull back and wipe off his mouth with the back of his hand, crawling up a little further to then collapse against Mikey's side. He grinned, curling up and nuzzling against his neck affectionately, wrapping his arms around his waist to pull their bodies close.

"Did you like that?" he breathed, kicking his way out of his pants and tugging a blanket up around their bodies, tossing the pizza box to the floor so that they could spread out and fall asleep if they damn well chose to.

Mikey licked his lips absentmindedly, relaxing when Frank's arm slid under the small of his back and braced him, finally catching his breath and gathering his thoughts into coherency. He laid back, bangs stuck to his forehead, glasses crooked, a contented smile tugging at the corners of his lips until he finally turned his head and touched their noses, beaming and ignoring the fact that Frank leaning over him for a second to get rid of the Dominos box, pulling his head up off the comforter to kiss the curve where his jawbone met his neck, not letting his lips disconnect even as Frank pulled back to cuddle him. His hands were still shaky when he laid them on Frank's sides, rubbing at his shirt a little before hugging him affectionately tight, nuzzling into the blanket now covering Frank's shoulder. He didn't even know how to respond to that question.

"...Yeah."

Frank grinned and yawned, twisting his legs around Mikey's and pulling him closer, murmuring out a soft "good" against the other boy's shoulder. With a slight wince of irritation, he reached blindly for the remote, clicking off power to the television to silence the campy sounds of character selection, comfortable and satisfied and warm. He felt tired for all that they'd spent the entire day doing nothing, full of food and body sated, more than happy just to curl up against Mikey's chest and kiss lazily at his ear.

"What would your superpower be?" he muttered, half asleep and still down for banter.

Mikey yawned as soon as Frank did, trying to stifle by sticking his fist in his mouth a bit, blinking blearily, muttering "yeah, turn- it off' even as Frank was pressing the power button on the remote, nibbling half-heartedly at the ridge of his jaw until the other boy settled back in and started paying attention to his ear. He pulled the comforter closer around Frank, tucking it behind his back and smoothing the top down over his body, pressing it into all the curves and dips before relaxing himself and laying out, relishing the warmth. He didn't miss a beat.

"...Make my-myself look- however I wanted." Make the marks go away right when he wanted to, make himself look prettier. He'd never cared until now, but everything'd changed since Frank, he guessed.

"W-what about. You?"

Frank's eyes darted up as he smirked in thought, taking a moment just suck Mikey's earlobe between his teeth and tug on it playfully.

"Hmm," he murmured, having never given too much thought to the subject for all that he was the one to bring it up. "It'd be cool to fly." And then he laughed, a breathy and carefree sound, reveling in his own lame, dorky response and not even caring. "Or maybe to be taller. But that's not really a superpower I guess. That's just... being taller." He twisted his fingers into the front of Mikey's shirt, just to have something to hold on to.

"What do you wanna be when you grow up?"

Being stroked and kissed by Frank even after they were done was something Mikey was thrilled by, that he'd want to be near him without sex in mind, just to touch, just to be close. He was wrenched out of his thoughts when Frank nibbled his ear, laughed and shook his head, catching the other boy's lips in his own and sucking for a second before plopping back down on the mattress.

"It woul-d be c-cool to fly," he mumbled pensively, thinking more about Frank's height comment than flying. The concept of Frank being self-conscious about anything at all was nothing less than shocking to him. He was so beautiful.

"I-I'd be scared of y-you- if you were taller," he muttered, absentmindedly kissing Frank's forehead and deciding to not press the topic, smiling before responding, "I wanna b-be... I-I wanted to b-be a priest. N-now, I-I'm not so sure." He kissed Frank's temple against just for emphasis.

"What 'bout you."

Frank once again seemed to mull over the question, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth in thought.

"My dad wants me to be a lawyer like him, so I've always figured anything but that. And I dunno, I guess I've always wanted to play in a band or something. I don't really think I'm good enough though." Always self conscious of the one skill he possessed that meant half a damn to him, Frank smile in wistful silence for a moment as the scenario played through his head.

"I don't want to go through life on my parent's money. I want to do my own thing, even if that means living in a shitty apartment and working from paycheck to paycheck. If I'm doing something I like, money doesn't matter."

Mikey gave Frank's hair a stroke before rolling on his back, shifting closer so his shoulder would touch the other boy's body again and looking at the ceiling fan, watching it spin, sprawled out wide on the bed. He nodded in understanding as Frank spoke, though the last sentence made him smile and curiously look over, quietly seeking his hand before he looked back to the white stucco. He didn't cling to Frank's fingers, didn't caress them or intertwine them together, just held his hand loosely in his own.

"One day, you'll b-be a famous guitarist. A-and. I'll. Still be f-friends with you. And I-I'll be able to say that. Y-you're my friend." He smiled blissfully, the question of his own role in the scenario not even popping up in his mind.

The fact that Mikey looked so damn happy fantasizing about knowing Frank, with little regard to his own success or future had Frank smiling with simple, awestruck affection. Two weeks ago he wouldn't have even thought himself capable of this kind of emotion. This longing to make another person happy over his own desires. It was almost scary, and for the first time in his life had him doubting himself, worrying too much, giving a damn.

"All right," he said simply, squeezing Mikey's hand and laying down on his chest, closing his eyes. The rain was picking up again, but it didn’t matter.

"It's a deal."