Thanks babe - I'm on the Vitamin C and the Vitamin B and I'm trying SO HARD to kick this thing. Sorry for the lateness of this reply - but I made it in the end!
Okay, sceneslutmikey is from a prompt a no_tags - when I got stuck writing Black Satin (http://community.livejournal.com/no_tags/36275.html) I thought, oh fuck it, I'll try writing my prompters OTHER prompt so I have something to fall back on in case I never break this block. The other prompt was - Mikeyway: Early days scene queen Mikey, drunken party hook ups with boys and girls.
So I sketched out a fic, which is probably publishable as is, but I kinda wanted to fix it up before posting it and I never did so it's stuck around in my WIPs folder ever since. It's basically just a bunch of Mikeyway hooking up with like, everyone. A little something like this:
The time with Frank had been a surprise. He'd always heard the same about the tiny, tattooed freak - the word girlfriend - and figured that was it. So when he wound up pressed against him in the moshpit while some local screamos polluted the soundwaves and Frank had pushed back, he figured he'd heard wrong. Frank had climbed up Mikey and grinned at him before attacking him with sweaty lips and too much teeth. They'd done everything they could get away with in the moshpit, over and under clothes, before Frank had said "fuck it" and they'd wound up on a mattress on the floor of the graffiti-covered house Frank shared with two drummers. They'd fucked and sucked all night and Mikey got the chance to trace every one of Frank's many tattoos with lips and fingers.
Turns out Mikey hadn't heard wrong. A cute brunette had showed up the next morning, carrying coffees in to where he and Frank were still naked and nested in the reeking sheets. Frank had introduced her as Jamia and Mikey had shaken off his flight urge because coffee. He'd taken one long sip of the bold blend before carefully putting the cup down and dragging her onto the mattress. She came, hard and wet, under his tongue, her fingers locked in Mikey's hair, with Frank swallowing the noises she made into his own mouth as he kissed her. Mikey's coffee had gone cool by the time he got back to drinking it. He didn't mind.
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Okay, sceneslutmikey is from a prompt a no_tags - when I got stuck writing Black Satin (http://community.livejournal.com/no_tags/36275.html) I thought, oh fuck it, I'll try writing my prompters OTHER prompt so I have something to fall back on in case I never break this block. The other prompt was - Mikeyway: Early days scene queen Mikey, drunken party hook ups with boys and girls.
So I sketched out a fic, which is probably publishable as is, but I kinda wanted to fix it up before posting it and I never did so it's stuck around in my WIPs folder ever since. It's basically just a bunch of Mikeyway hooking up with like, everyone. A little something like this:
The time with Frank had been a surprise. He'd always heard the same about the tiny, tattooed freak - the word girlfriend - and figured that was it. So when he wound up pressed against him in the moshpit while some local screamos polluted the soundwaves and Frank had pushed back, he figured he'd heard wrong. Frank had climbed up Mikey and grinned at him before attacking him with sweaty lips and too much teeth. They'd done everything they could get away with in the moshpit, over and under clothes, before Frank had said "fuck it" and they'd wound up on a mattress on the floor of the graffiti-covered house Frank shared with two drummers. They'd fucked and sucked all night and Mikey got the chance to trace every one of Frank's many tattoos with lips and fingers.
Turns out Mikey hadn't heard wrong. A cute brunette had showed up the next morning, carrying coffees in to where he and Frank were still naked and nested in the reeking sheets. Frank had introduced her as Jamia and Mikey had shaken off his flight urge because coffee. He'd taken one long sip of the bold blend before carefully putting the cup down and dragging her onto the mattress. She came, hard and wet, under his tongue, her fingers locked in Mikey's hair, with Frank swallowing the noises she made into his own mouth as he kissed her. Mikey's coffee had gone cool by the time he got back to drinking it. He didn't mind.