Tag: p: mickey

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 if u r still accepting n wanna

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 8, …in secrecy.

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Blaine was stuck in South Side til Tuesday at the earliest thanks to the storm that blew in.  Leave it to the Gallaghers to see a storm as an excuse to throw a house party complete with loud music, plenty of liquor and other things if that was your thing to enjoy.  He saw so many people come and go throughout the night that the faces were starting to become a blur of known and strange.  Combined with the thrum of the music blasting and the haze of smoke?  He was grateful when Mickey showed up (was he annoyed?) and gave him someone familiar to talk to.

Now they were upstairs as the party raged on muffled by the closed door of the boys bedroom.  Talking, laughing.  Mickey was close enough that Blaine felt his pulse pick up at the sight of that smile.  Mickey had no idea how beautiful he was when he laughed like that.  Blaine considered himself at an age where he should be past the whole blame it on the alcohol phase.  But what else could he blame when he, finally, got the courage brought on by a few shots of whiskey and a lot of cheap beer to lean in when Mickey cracked him up?  Regardless of this being at the worst possible place for it to happen (they didn’t even lock the door), Blaine threw in the towel of so many nights pushing the want away.  Of telling himself that this wasn’t going to happen.  That they were way too different to work.  When maybe different was what lured him here to begin with.  Tired of fighting and too buzzed to care..

Long fingers curled around the edge of Mickey’s chin.  Blaine laughed one more time but it barely made a sound above warm puffs of hair ghosting over Mickey’s lips right before he replaced the caress with his own.  Eyes closing and fingers gently holding him close–he kissed him like it might be the only chance he might ever get.  Gentle but firm and a plea for it to last.

mickey.

  ❛    fuck  no  ,   ❜     the  idea  is  ludicrous  ,   really  .    if  glee  clubs  were  a  thing  in  high  school  when  he  still  bothered  to  show  up  ,    it’s  most  likely  that  mickey  would  have  been  the  one  beating  them  up  behind  the  bleachers    (   well  ,   he  may  have  done  it  ,   now  that  he  thinks  of  it   )  .   it’s  been  a  couple  of  years  since  then  ,    and  mickey  is  somewhat  proud  to  say  that  he’s  grown  past  that  ;    is  even  trying  to  be  nice  .   doesn’t  mean  to  be  rude  when  snorts  at  the  question  .   ❛    i  can’t  carry  a  tune  for  shit  ,    man  ,   ‘have  no  idea  how  the  fuck  you  do  that  .   not  big  on  fuckin’  performances  either  ,   just——    more  of  a    ‘  listen  t’  it  in  the  car  sometimes  ’    kinda  guy  .   ❜ 

Alright.  There were some pretty strong convictions against anything song and or dance coming from his company.  Blaine couldn’t help the amused sparkle in his eye as Mickey so vehemently protested any notion of the idea.  Holding both hands up in front of himself, Blaine waved the entire thought off with a shrug and a laugh.  “Okay.  Okay.  I read that completely wrong.  Definitely not the singing type,” he grinned and let out a light chuckle obviously not insulted for a second at his answer.  “Let’s take a different route then.  What do you do for fun?  Besides listening to music in the car sometimes but definitely never singing along.”  He shot him a playful wink and loosely crossed his arms, leaning his weight towards his shoulder resting against the wall.  “My idea bombed and I’m new here.  Sadly, I don’t have a lot of suggestions.”

mickey.   

  CURIOSITY  PEAKS  BENEATH  a  frown  that  fails  to  be  discreet .

  ❛    ‘the  fuck  even  is  that ?   i  mean ,   sounds  kinda ,   uh  …   ‘guess  we  didn’t  have  this  shit  ‘round  here  when  i  was  in  school .  ❜    

  

  Blaine’s smile curled upwards in perfect time with an arch of his brow.  Was Mickey asking because he wanted to make fun of him?  Or was he asking because what Blaine was stunned at seeing?  If Mickey’s thoughtful frown told him anything.  Hopefully, he was assuming correct.  Taking in a breath, Blaine tucked his chin towards his collar to hide how he was happy to explain.  If for no other reason than to talk to him a little longer.  “Do you think you’d be willing to give it a try if it was?  Because now you have me curious..  Are you a music guy?”  Please let him be a music guy..  Or I read that COMPLETELY wrong.

mickey.

                mickey chuckles.     he can be a thug. he can shake a more than a few motherfuckers down— but THIS CULTURE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND HIM.             made up words to classify himself.        THE BEST DAMN BOTTOM.   “ okay okay. so you got a friend that thinks you wanna play with a rough and tumble street boy? a little thug action? you’re cute, country boy.     if you got a fetish for trash I’M DOWN TO PLAY. “

      “I’m not sure what he was thinking but he must think we’d get along.  Or he wouldn’t have set us up.”  A fetish for trash?  What was Trent thinking about this arrangement?  Well–obviously–one of the boys at Dalton that knew him best must have thought something was going to connect the two.  Now, it was time to test his theory and figure out WHAT it was. “Come on.  It’s one night. If it works,” he shrugged sharply, “Great.  If not?  At least we gave it a go.” A thumb motioned over his shoulder in the direction of his car and he arched an eyebrow. “Mind if I drive?  There was a spot that came to mind when I texted you.  I just hope you like it.”

mickey.

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      “ takes me a bit longer to finish– watching schoolboy shit. ya’ll looked like a bunch of fuckin’ bottoms anyway. “ he chuckles. “ i’m mickey, by the way. mickey milkovich. and i’m sorry ya got a buddy that thinks you’d be into southside scumbags. as far as gay goes around here i’m gunna be the best you’ll get.  “

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“Ah.  Okay.  I can see how that would be a thing.” Blaine wasn’t so convinced of his reasoning but for the benefit of a slightly less awkward next ten minutes–he’d let it slide.  Or maybe less awkward wasn’t going to happen.  Bottoms?  Seriously?  Drawing in a steady breath–he shrugged. “I don’t see how you came up with that conclusion but.. Um.  I’m Blaine. Obviously my buddy thinks you’re more than a default best I’ll get.”

mickey.

      “ i goggled you, ya know. blind ass dates wondering shit. last time i fuckin’t trust a gallager, ‘cause i had to spend the next six hours watching you in that fucking blazer. “

  “Fair enough.  You cheated and only one participant of this date is blind.  That participant being me.  Wait–.  Six hours?  You spent six hours watching me in this blazer?  If it was that awful? You–technically–could have quit after the first song..”