The next morning, Mike woke up still curled up in Frank's arms. He couldn't help the deep feeling of his own love building inside of him. Frank was the only guy he truly felt comfortable with anymore, he just had no idea how to tell him. He didn't want to tell him what had really happened the night before either. How the short raven-haired man was all he saw when he had tried kissing his date back. He smiled and closed his eyes again, nestling himself back into Frank. He would make this moment last as long as he could, so that he could look back on it when he wanted to.
Frank felt Mikey shifting against him, waking him up. He opened his eyes to see a soft smile on Mikey's face. He was glad that he wasn't awake, to his knowledge at least. He sighed and pressed his lips to the top of the taller man's head. "I wish I could tell you how I feel Mikes. It kills me inside to see you with those other guys. I wish it could be me making you happy all the time, keeping you from being sad like this." He couldn't stop himself now. He had to get out his feelings, and with Mikey not able to truly hear them it made it a little easier. "I want to just stay like this forever. Showing you how much you mean to me. How much I love every part of you. Even the things you hate." He just rested his head against Mikey's forehead, sighing again.
Mikey couldn't believe he was actually hearing all this from Frank. He obviously thought he was asleep, even though he had to force himself to keep his breathing normal so he wouldn't suspect him of being awake yet. It was getting harder to keep his eyes from opening and claiming Frank's lips as his own.
"I really do love you Mikey. I wish you could see that." He could feel his tears starting to build in his eyes.
That did it. He heard Frank's voice as it cracked, giving away that he was crying. He shifted up and pressed his lips against Frank's quivering ones, feeling him jump. His heart almost swelled inside his chest when he felt Frank start to kiss him back, feeling the smaller man's hand move behind his neck. He felt Frank break the kiss and put his lips against his forehead. "Please don't cry Frankie. I can't stand seeing you cry, you know that." His voice was soft. He ran his hand up the side of his chest, stopping on the smaller man's collarbone.
"I'm not crying." He could feel the overwhelming feeling of fear starting to creep over him. He needed to get up. He couldn't let Mikey see him like this.
"You're a horrible liar Frank." He paused when he felt Frank trying to slide out from under him. "Hey, look at me."
"No, let me up. I have to get up." He felt Mikey's grip on him tighten as he tried to get up again. "Please Mikey, I need to…" He felt a soft finger on his lips, stopping him mid-sentence.
"You need to listen to me." He saw Frank look down into his eyes, seeing the look in his friend's eyes as he struggled to hold himself together. "I need you to tell me that everything you just said was true."
He could feel himself losing every last piece of his self control that he had left. Mikey had heard every single word he had said. He wanted to just disappear to somewhere no one could find him right now. He couldn't comprehend even the fact that he had kissed Mikey back.
"Tell me Frankie. Please tell me that's how you really feel." He brushed the long black hair away from his friend's face so that he could see him completely.
"Of course it's how I feel. Why do you care all of a sudden?" He snapped out a little, feeling horrible already. "Can I go now?" He looked away, trying not to cry anymore.
"No, you can't go now. Do you want to know why?" He sat up a little, bringing his face up to look directly into Frank's eyes. "This is why." He crashed his lips against Frank's, immediately feeling him trembling as he kissed back. He slid his hand back behind Frank's neck and tangled his fingers in the thick black hair. He shivered slightly as he felt the smaller man's hands sliding up under his shirt. The feeling on nails scraping lightly against his skin caused him to release a soft moan into the guitarist's mouth, making him tug gently on Frank's hair.
His mind was racing almost as fast as his heart. The feeling of Mikey's soft lips on his made him feel like he was flying. The feeling of fingers tugging on his hair made him pull out of the kiss once again. "Mikey…" He felt soft lips immediately on the nape of his neck, feeling gentle bites on his skin. He didn't want him to stop at all.
He heard a familiar tone in his friend's voice and he bit down a little harder, hearing a low moan escape Frank's throat. He wanted to make Frank feel as important as he could. He wanted to feel more of the guitarist's body against him than he could right now, feeling him shiver as he pushed the thin black shirt up Frank's chest.
Oh Mikey." His voice hitched in his throat as he felt the soft but calloused fingers trace up his chest. He felt his jeans growing tighter as Mikey continued his merciless act of giving him extreme pleasure. He felt his shirt being lifted over his head, making his arms move from under Mikey's own shirt to remove the rest of it from his body. He felt the taller man throw off his own shirt before focusing on the tight black jeans around his waist.
Mikey was able to remove the confining clothes left on Frank's body. He smiled up at the smaller man as he continued to tease him, hearing the uncontrollable soft moans leaving his lips. He could feel his own body aching for the gentleness of Frank's touch. "What do you want me to do Frankie? You have to tell me what to do for you." He smiled as he ran his fingernails up the insides of Frank's leg.
They kissed and they're happy and everything's wonderful!
In case it wasn't obvious; I love it!
I'm going to have the 4th one (i think) up in about an hour.
Here, have a cookie to speed up the process:
Yes, it is Mikey Way holding a unicorn toy!