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Someone needs to send some pretty boys to come finish the last bit of painting. Then I can just sit and watch, which I'm much better suited to do I feel.

No? Oh well, guess I'll have to do it myself. Not that there's much left to do. The main part of the hall is done, and I've put the pictures back up, hung up the coats and arranged the shoes. Of course all the woodwork needs painting, but that's a job for next week because the weekend is a busy one.

If you remember Corey is going to the Alps, but he has to raise some of the money himself, so tomorrow he's bag packing with the scout troup at Morrisons all day, then Sunday he's doing a sponsored walk. James and I are going as back up, following along in the car to scoop up weary Scouts if need be.

But back to today. My reward for getting the painting done is to have an indulgent writing session with

castalie's prompt, and because my flist is full of enablers I know what I'm going to do. That is once I've had a good shower because I'm filthy and my toes are brown. Which is due to me clagging my foot on the freshly painted wall, because I'm just awesome like that.

So, finish last bit of painting downstairs. Hopefully brother will turn up to put on new door under the stairs. Shower, flist catch up, delicious Mikey/Frankness. A fine plan I feel.

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It does sound like a fine plan! Mmm, more Mikey/Frank, can't beat that with a stick.

More Mikey/Frank is always needed I feel!

You do need minions, cute ones. *nods* I'm pretty sure I still have the number for Minion Unlimited - that's the service I'd recommend. The 'gentlemen' [note that I use the term lightly and with great sarcasm] that I've contracted from Minions R US have been uniformly dreadful; I know it's the popular choice in Slash-oriented Evil Mastermind circles. I'll go through the roladex when I get home, and get you the MU number. :)

Hee! Brown toes!

And like I've said elsewhere - I heartily approve of this plan.

[Can you tell it's a boring day at the office? I swear I'll stop with the comment spamming...]

Cute minions would be fantastic. Especially minions from Minion Unlimited. I don't need any of those scoundrels from Minions R Us around here.

I did have brown toes. Now they're pink again.

I like that plan too, and dude, no need to stop with the comment spamming.

Actually, what do you think of this?

Mikey’s thoughts skitter, twisting around on themselves until he can’t distinguish the end of one from the beginning of another. Sometimes music helps, but today nothing seems right, and he scrolls through his playlists, moving on within seconds of each song. He crawls into his bunk, lies curled on his side and stares into nothing, and the thoughts become more, faster, jagged, slipping away when he tries to harness only one. He pushes his face against his pillow, breathes deep and his skin feels too tight, pulled taut over his bones and he tries to stretch, fingers pressed against the wall, the roof.

He needs air and crawls back out, standing between the bunks, trying to focus on a conversation, an idea, but his mind is nothing but static noise, a jumble of thoughts that bump and clash and if he could he’d get off this bus and never stop running.

“Mikey.”

Mikey looks up, sees Frank gathering popcorn and chips before throwing the bags toward the front of the bus. It’s like watching feeding time at the zoo as Gerard pounces and Ray leaps and Bob just pushes them both aside to claim his pick.

“Fucking savages,” Frank says, affection obvious as he reaches out his hand and hooks his fingers around Mikey’s belt. “Come and watch the movie with us.”

“I’m. No,” Mikey says, all too aware of how his skin itches, how there’s so much inside that’s pressing out. He crosses his arms, puts up his shields and tries to become small, but Frank is tugging now – insistent.

“Come on, Mikeyway.”

Mikey thinks about pulling away, but there’s nowhere to go. He allows Frank to tug him forward.

“Mikey! I’ve got us popcorn,” Gerard says and holds up a bag.

Mikey eyes the space between Gerard and Ray, it’s inches wide and he’s about to fold himself to the floor when Ray sighs and says, “come here, already.”

In a lightening move, he grabs Mikey’s arm and pulls. Somehow Mikey magically fits into that tiny space. His back curled against Gerard’s side, his knees resting on Ray’s thighs. Then Bob reaches over Ray, and all Mikey can do is blink when he feels fingers wrap around his ankles, and Bob’s scowling as he settles Mikey’s feet on his lap, as if daring anyone to say a word.

No one does.

“Ready?” Frank asks, and presses play before anyone says yes. He sits then, back against the couch, settled between Gerard and Ray’s legs. He tips his head back, smiles at Mikey and says, softly, “hey.”

Mikey flashes a small smile in return then slumps back until his head is cradled against Gerard's shoulder. He lies still, the movie nothing but indistinct colour and words. His thoughts still jumbled, still scratching at his nerves like rusty nails, but if Mikey concentrates there are points of focus in all that noise.

Bob’s hands, strong and warm, rubbing along the instep of Mikey’s foot.

Ray’s arm, secure and solid, resting against Mikey’s back.

Gerard’s hair, tickling as he turns and shoves another piece of popcorn in Mikey’s mouth.

Frank’s smile, as bright as the sun as he keeps looking back, casually resting his head against Mikey’s thigh.

To Mikey, all four are quiet.

No, you definitely need top quality minions - like Chase!
*pets his arched brow*

And OMG! I'm a breath away from falling at your feet and making moon-eyes at you! *laughs* It makes me laugh greatly that you too have House!love, in addition to all the other crossroad points. :)

This ficlet?

It's lovely and perfect. I can believe the turmoil within Mikey. It makes so much sense to me. The tactile nature of this band also makes sense to me - this is how they take care of one another. It's a very boy way to approach things- spare with words, but great with comfort. [Okay, maybe really friggin' tight boys do this...but I've seen that too. So YES, many, many times yes.]

I want a Chase of my very own!

And dude, I've been giggling with glee at your moon eyes comment, because yes! House is love.

Also, your words about the ficlet give me so much joy. Seriously. Thank you!

Go you!
I had a dream that my land lord had repainted our bathroom white after replacing the bathtub...

It took me so long to paint and made me discover I hated it! :p
You are so courageous!

Man, I hate painting too. It's so boring. But, it needs to be done. So I just have to suck it up and do it...sigh.

Go you, with all the painting! I've only ever been trusted to paint a fence. :D

I'm sick of painting now. Still, at least it's nearly done.