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angelsandkings2010-05-04 04:24 pm
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Filled: Polish & Shine
Gee helped him move in by carrying his pillow in and giving him two really kick-ass drawings to brighten up the walls. He'd used bright red paint so even though they were still mostly black and white it still counted as brightening up the room. The click-thump of the lock turning signalled Frank's return and they both went to greet him. Gerard had a cigarette tucked into the corner of his mouth since he'd been about to light it before they'd heard Frank. Instead saying something like "hey" or "finished yet" or even "where's dinner?" Frank said "No smoking."
"But you smoke," Gerard pointed out perplexed.
"Not in here."
Mikey realized that it did smell suspiciously devoid of the tell-tale scent of smoke now that Frank mentioned it. Gerard shrugged. Frank kept watching him until he tucked the cigarette back into the pack and stuffed the pack back into his pocket. Mikey was suddenly glad he hadn't picked up Gerard's heavy habit.
* * *
Mikey had assumed that living with Frank would be sort of like living with Gerard. It wasn't. Frank owned a broom, mop, and many other cleaning supplies. Seeing them in the cupboard Mikey had assumed they were from Frank's mom. Cleaning supplies seemed like a mom sort of thing even if his own mother had gotten him a new bottle of vodka and a spare set of sheets. There were the usual bottles of windex and dish soap but there were also a slew of other bottles that Mikey had only seen on the store shelves and had never personally used. The bottle of with the bendy neck called Duck Cleaner was especially mystifying and had most of the label ripped off as if it was actually used often. Frank, it turned out, did use the Duck Cleaner as well as the mop, and the broom, and all the other bottles when he cleaned. The day after Mikey moved in he left to find breakfast (Ray's contribution of peanut butter didn't cut it for breakfast and Frank only had weird flaky cereal that looked like it might have dried prunes in it) when Frank was just starting to mop the floors with sudsy water that smelt strongly of lemon. He came back to find Frank had moved to the bathroom and was still cleaning.
"Do you want odds or evens on the cleaning schedule?" Frank asked him two days after him moved in and one since he'd seen Frank clean for two hours.
"Er... I haven't really done" Mikey waved his hand trying to encompass Frank's entire cleaning routine.
Frank looked startled but perked up quickly, "that's okay, you can vacuum."
Frank's vacuum was tooth-paste green and so loud Mikey couldn't hear his phone. If the music didn't make him go deaf he was pretty sure Frank's vacuum would do the trick. He vacuumed anyway because he wanted to be a good roommate and Frank was in the band so he couldn't piss him off until the record was done at least. Frank insisted on weekly vacuuming in accordance with the chart he'd carefully pinned to the front of the fridge with two large plastic guitar-shaped magnets. Gerard and Ray both snickered the first time they saw it and Otter just shook his head and went for another slice of pizza. At least they believe him about Frank's scary focus on cleaning.
* * *
The space-heater was pushing the temperature in the bathroom up to toasty when Mikey finally stripped down. He was about to start fiddling with the temperamental facet when the door was flung open by a rather alarmed looking Frank. Mikey yelped and grabbed a towel to hold protectively in front of himself. Frank looked at him then at the space-heater, then back to him.
"Jesus Christ, you can't have that in here."
"It was cold," Mikey objected as Frank began gathering up the heater.
"Electricity and water don't mix, dumb ass."
Mikey sighed but didn't protest as Frank backed out taking the heat with him. He turned the water temperature up higher to help compensate.
* * *
He plopped down onto the orange love-seat Frank had acquired between his first and second roommates. Frank was curled up at the other end with his nose buried in a book. As far as Mikey knew Frank had hated college yet he read thick books with titles that made them sound dull. It was weird. When he set his mug down on the table Frank's head snapped up.
"Coaster." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the neat pile of beer mats.
"Holy fuck, it's just a table." Mikey snapped.
"And it doesn't need nasty fucking rings on it from your tea." Frank snapped and pointed again,
"Coaster."
"Calm down, jesus."
"Coaster, use one, motherfucker."
"You need to get laid."
"Why, you offering?" Frank asked and there was a note of challenge in his voice.
Mikey could turn down challenges, he really could, but hearing Frank ask with his jaw set and his finger still pointing at the stupid beer mats Mikey just couldn't do it. He uncoiled from his end of the loveseat so he could kneel in front of Frank. Even kneeling he was still at Frank's level.
"Maybe I am."
"Prove it." Frank taunted.
Mikey smirked, "You going to put that book down?"
Frank set it gently on the floor without taking his gaze off Mikey. Tension radiated through his shoulders and Mikey licked his lips. Frank's gaze didn't waver. Slowly, so slowly, Mikey leaned over and whispered against Frank's lips, "I'm going to blow you."
He heard Frank suck in a breath and he ignored it as he skimmed his fingers along Frank's sides until he came to the waistband of his sweats. Mikey could feel the muscles of his stomach jump as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled. Frank hitched his hips up and the sweats slid down his legs. Frank's cock hardened under his gaze. He should have looked ridiculous with his sweats bunched around his ankles and dreds sticking out like a hedgehog but somehow Frank didn't. He stared at Mikey. Mikey leaned down and licked deliberately at the warm head of Frank's cock. He took his time getting use to the taste and the feel of Frank's cock on his tongue, sliding the tip into his mouth as Frank squirmed and panted above him. He grabbed Frank's hips after a particularly vigorous twitch almost chocked him. Frank felt solid under his fingers as Mikey pushed his hips against the couch. Mikey slowly sucked more of Frank's cock into his mouth until the tip was bumping against his throat. He held Frank like that until he said please in a half strangled rough voice that Mikey had never heard before. He began to suck in earnest, pulling back to swirl his head around the crown before sliding back down. Frank clutched at his hair saying his name urgently but Mikey was determined and just sucked harder until Frank jerked under his hands. The bitter salty taste of come filled his mouth and he swallowed as best he could even as he felt Frank going limp under him. Frank was flushed and the tension was gone from his body. He watched Mikey with half lidded eyes.
Mikey took a couple swallows from his mug to wash the taste away. Frank prodded him in the side with his foot.
"You still have to use a coaster," he said and his voice was still rough and slurry.
Mikey punched him in the hip. "Fine, but just for that you're reciprocating now, fucker."
Frank just grinned lazily and crooked his finger.
Re: Filled: Polish & Shine
I love stories from this time so much and you wrote it so well.
I am gleeful right now!
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This is fantastic, bb.
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