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[turps]

Mikey changed his twitter profile picture -- and again, I love that he feels the need to keep doing so -- but gah. Look at his mouth. His pretty, pretty mouth.

Now all I can do is sit and gaze at the picture and think about him kissing. With his hot wife and his bandmates and his brother and Pete and every other person in bandom and elsewhere.

Soft brushes of kisses, hot messy kisses, french kissing, the kind that happens in a dark corner at the end of a night, alcohol breath and desperate, morning kisses, sleepy eyed and warm, kisses in a garden lying on freshly cut grass, against a kitchen counter, a load of kids watching, under the light of two suns.

Tell me who he should kiss, people. *chin hands*

ETA: Note to self Must buy next week's Kerrang. *fans self*

Also, people are writing Mikey kissing ficlets in comments over at LJ. kissing ficlets. I have the best friends list ever!

Comments

[northern]

That is indeed a lovely mouth. He should kiss Gerard with it. Long, sweet kisses that escalate to biting until it almost hurts so much he wants to stop. But only almost. Then he can spend the rest of the day thinking about it.

[turps]

Long, sweet kisses that escalate to biting until it almost hurts so much he wants to stop.

That is damn hot! I like your choice, very much so.

[turlough]

Ooooh, it's the photo from the newspaper Frank's reading! I hope we get to see all the guys' pics.

[turps]

So do I. But sorry, you don't get to leave this post until you tell me someone Mikey can kiss!

[imsinkingfast]

Yes! Clearly Mikey saw my frustration over him in that other picture and put this up just for me *swoon* ;-P

[turps]

That is great that he did so! Now, how do you feel about being frustrated about the lack of pictures of him making out?

[frausorge]

Peeeeeete! He should kiss Pete! In the backseat of the Trans Am while Gerard is driving!

[turps]

Pete is always the answer in my mind!

[egelantier.livejournal.com]

ryan. duh.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

.....

Oh god, yes.

Then to hit two kinks together they need to be holding hands at the time, standing chest to chest, long fingers linked together, the only thing that matters in their world the other person.

[kopperblaze.livejournal.com]

bob. and then frank. and then bob again.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm, yes. Very nice.

So are we thinking hot sex kisses here? Them lying on some bed, Mikey plastered between them, turning his head and kissing deeply, so the taste of them all is shared on his tongue.

[quatre_k.livejournal.com]

I think he should be giving Gerard those smacking sibling kisses where you purse up your lips and just smooch for the sheer joy of just being related. I think him and frank should be giving each other drunken best friend kisses. Alicia and him should be giving each other disgraced married kisses where you aren't even really thinking about it. And him and Pete should just be kissing each other always

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That Gerard kiss is adorable, and makes me very happy. Drunken best friend kisses <333333

I really love how you described the kisses from Alicia, because yes, and Pete. ♥

*draws hearts around your comment*

[sperrywink]

I'm thrilled we got a big picture of this. Awesomecakes!

He should kiss Pete of course. Pete was sad that his band broke up, so Mikey kissed him.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Me too. He's the best cam whore ever.

Peeeeeeeet! What we talk about is not supposed to be true. At least, not that stuff, the kissing and sexin up can be true.

[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

Pete.

Do I need a reason? No, probably not.

But it would be Mikey on his bike, the engine still warm because he just got back from a surveillance run and Pete climbed onto his lap the moment he was at a standstill. Pete's driving the kiss, all wet lips and pushy tongue, because he hates having Mikey gone too long (his imagination can be his enemy sometimes) but Mikey's giving back as good as he gets, hands gripping Pete's waist to steady him so they don't tip his precious bike over. Pete's fingers are locked in Mikey's hair, damp and flattened from his helmet, and he's nipping at Mikey's lips and moaning a little, because he's nothing if not vocal in his appreciation of all things Mikey - his lips, his taste, his fucking awesome kissing skills.

They'll keep going like that til Ray yells at them to knock it off, or Frank walks past making vomiting noises. Or, if no one interrupts them they'll just writhe closer, til they're bodies are stuck together with dust and sweat and Mikey stops caring if his bike falls over. Pete will fit his hand into the tight space down the front of Mikey's pants, zipper digging painfully into the back of his hand, and you couldn't call it jerking him off, more just pressing his hand to Mikey's dick and letting him hump it. He'll kiss down Mikey's throat until it vibrates under his lips with a moan and Mikey's hands dig painfully into Pete's skin as his hips buck up, shaking the bike as Pete's hand gets sticky, filthying one more pair of underwear they can't spare the water to clean.

Then it's Pete's turn to hold Mikey upright, because he's gone boneless, his lips curved into a wet sloppy smile. Pete fits his arms around Mikey's bony shoulders and clings, feeling the thump of his heartbeat through layers of leather and he smiles - big and stupid and toothy - at the empty dead horizon, whispering, "Welcome back, Mikeyway."

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You.

That.

Arghhhhh.

Must try for coherent comment.

Okay, I am now calm. That was hot as all hell. You nailed the feeling yet again, and man, they are going to be filthy and that shouldn't be so hot and yet. There you go.

Pete so worried for Mikey and so happy he's back and Mikey humping up against him on his bike and thank you! So very much ♥

[toucanpie.livejournal.com]

oh god this is the best post. and I mean obviously the answer is that he should kiss everyone, but i'm painfully susceptible to kitchen counters. sorry in advance for total comment spam.

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The sun slants lazily in through the big kitchen windows, a bright section behind Mikey's eyelids, a warmth on his side that echoes the warmth on his front where he's pressed up against Alicia. Five minutes ago they'd been clearing away their lunch, putting pans in to rinse and tossing uneaten pasta to Bunny, then he'd leaned in to nuzzle at her neck and they'd got distracted as she'd turned around from the sink. Her hands at his hips tugging him closer and his hands sliding under her top to find the soft skin of her stomach, then up and up until his fingers were smoothing over the material of her bra.

Her mouth, warm and dry, his a little chapped. Bunny nosing, put out, at his ankle, the faint rumble of the dryer in the background.

"Hey, you," she murmurs, in-between their lips brushing and her hands sliding round to dip into the backpockets of his jeans.

He misses everything about her when he's on tour and it's still the excuse he's using, a week into being home again, for interrupting her like this, or when she's answering emails, or twenty seconds from beating her highscore on the Wii. He'd feel guilty about it, but she seems to be playing the same game. Getting him while he was peeling potatoes the night before with an ass slap, a press of lips to his cheek, and a cheerful reminder of her conjugal rights - and god was it awkward to find himself getting hard in the kitchen staring at a pile of peelings - or when he'd slumped on the couch with his phone, she'd sat down too and stretched her feet out until they were in his lap, then rubbed the inside of his thighs with her toes suggestively.

"Hey," he says back, feeling his legs shift wider so she can slip one of hers in between and rub up, making his voice a little hoarse against her mouth. "Wanna ditch washing and drying duty?"

Her lips part and she bites his bottom one, tugs it gently, then laughs as his eyes come open and his hips press forward. "Sorry to break it to you, baby," she says, "but I think we already are."

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Do not apologise in the slightest!

I love this, how comfortable they are, how domestic they are but also so obviously in love. Needing to touch and kiss and just be together.

It's beautiful, and it makes me very happy to read. So thank you. Very much so ♥

[inlovewithnight.livejournal.com]

He is so, so, so very pretty.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

He is. So very pretty.

I've done a lot of gazing and sighing today.

[trumpeterofdoom.livejournal.com]

Mikey Way has Hipstamatic on his iphone? :D

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You'd think so *g*

[listedheart.livejournal.com]

He should kiss Frank because they're living together and sometimes you just have to make out with your roommate because you didn't hook up with anyone else/because you're drunk/because you're stoned/because you're bored and there's nothing on TV.

And he should kiss Pete ALL THE TIME EVER, obviously.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Those are all good and valid reasons!

Also, yes. Kissing Pete is always a good time.

[anna-unfolding.livejournal.com]

Gerard. Because they might really die this time. And Gee's bleeding at his temple a bit. And licking his face clean of metallic blood and sweat makes Mikey want to get the rest of the blood that is on Gee's jaw. He's on his knees, bent over Gerard's body, which is propped up against the wall of the shitty abandoned office park boiler room the Dracs are using as a holding cell. The burn of the stubble on Mikey's tongue makes him bite Gee, just a nip, and Gerard chokes, his breath stuttering and Mikey's heart growling and purring like the vibrations of his motorbike across a zone line. His motorbike. Carrying Frankie and Ray away from them as Mikey and gerard were pulled back from the cloud of dust by the Dracs. Fuck.

Gerard turns his face towards Mikey and licks--fucking LICKS--Mikey's lower lip. And Mikey's hands warp around Gerard's head and pull him close as he throws a leg across Gerard's lap to straddle him, and Gerard sucks Mikey's lip into his mouth, like he's been figuring out how to detonate a bomb in Mikey's chest, and now's the time to pull this pin, let this world explode.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh man. That was so damn intense and amazing!

I love it, Mikey tasting the blood and your word usage sets the scene so beautifully, hard and painful but the love between them so raw.

As for the last line. A million hearts for that.

Thank you!

[greenskribbles.livejournal.com]

I wrote comment fic this morning before school and then right before the very end my computer randmonly shut down and then it was gone. :'( So then because I had no closure I had to sit there and think about it. All.Day. discussing the kite runner? kisses. Theatre? kisses. PE. eww sweat and kisses. The fundamentals of Buddhism? Kisses.

SO now I have to write it out. Because Mikey needs to kiss Gerard and Frank. Together. In killjoy verse. Tasting them both on his tounge and feeling them on his lips. Because the last time Frank went out he was injured. Not like twisted ankles and burns from Rayguns, but seriously injured. Because that's what happens when your caught alone in the zones and are surrounded by draculoids who want nothing more than to tear you apart. So when they finally got to him, saved him, he let Gerard fuss and Mikey do his quiet hovering thing because he knew they needed it. Hell, Frank will admit that he needed it, because it was too close and too soon after Bob. They were not going through that again,he wouldn't allow it.

But eventually Frank gets better and he has to do patrol again. Because that's the way it works. There's no real breaks you're either dying or working because thats all that's acceptable. Because if they catch you on break you die. The end. Mikey and Gerard sit out in the desert sun witht he work Ray delegated to them, because who else could pull off this sort of organization really, and they wait. When the desert sun sets and they still don't see the rusty trans am pulling up, Mikey begins to shake. Gerard puts an arm around him and tries to hide his tremors, tries to be strong because he's the big brither goddammit and he can handle this shit. It gets darker and darker and eventually they here the familiar grumble of the engine and see the dirt spilling up from the tires.

It's amazing they were able to wait lond enough for the car to fully stop. They pulled Frank out of the car and he was fine. Pale, a little shaken, but nothing out of the usual because he was okay.

Mikey had him pinned to the car withing the next second, kissign him, messy wet and sloppy kisses, desperate. Desperate to know that Frank was here, and he was fine. It was almost violent in a way, the sucking and the biting and the sheer wantwantwant they were filled with. Gerard was underneath him licking and sucking at his neck moving slowly downdowndown until he was unbuttoning Frank's pants and pulling him out. Gerard needed him needed to taste, and feel, and Mikey was registering every hitch in Frank's breathing, every soft moan, everything his brother was doing to him.

Mikey felt the final soft stuttering moan when he was finsihed than pulled Gerard up for a taste of his own. It was familiar, like all of Gee's kisses were, soft and sultry, and warm. Gerard's kisses were like coming home to a place he'd mapped out a long time ago, filled with a sense of intimacy they had long ago perfected. And over that was the sharp newer tang of Frank, and that combined with the feel of Franks arms around his waist and lips at his ear made him feel so complete. So loved. Because two is good but three was better and Mikey has no clue if he and Gerard could go on without Frank. And as Gerard kissed him deeper and Frank nuzzled him softly Mikey knew they would never have to. He doesn't believe in destiny, he doesn't believe in fate, but he believes in them, and that's enough.

THEN THEY ALL HAVE SEX THE END.

Oh, the grammar and spelling problems that are probably in this and will embarass me, but I'm too lazy to fix.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry for the computer crash, but holy hell, this is so good. You took elements that I love so much. h/c and sizzling kisses and bound them together and I'm sitting here and am just awed.

I was about to start quoting parts I liked especially but it was pretty much every line. The desperation as they came together and how they needed to be touching

The combination of the kisses, how Gerard was like home, warm and familiar and Frank newer but still just as important. Just gorgeous.

Thank you!

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

The bass is pounding and he can't think. He can only feel and sweat and slam into the people around him until they're all burning up, a fire to the heavens that scorches the face of God himself. There is alcohol and there are drugs, but this is what Mikey needs, what he wants to take him higher, take him to the next level. He needs to pulse of music and the rhythm in his blood.

And Gabe. Mikey grinds against him, hip to hip, chest to chest. They fit together even though they shouldn't - Mikey lost and awkward in his long limbs and Gabe far too comfortable in his - and they move against the push and shove of the crowd until it's the music and them and nothing else. Gabe's mouth is always hot, all of him burns to the touch, but his mouth even more, and Mikey fucks his tongue into it, stoking the fire hotter. Gabe sucks and licks and bites and pours moans like gasoline on top of the flames until they burn up to ashes, gasping and panting in the oppressive air.

They kiss until they're both swollen with need, lips full and flushed, wet and hungry for more. They kiss relentlessly until the show winds down and the lights come up, and then they disappear into the half-light of coming dawn to the diner down the street and kiss altogether different over melting milkshakes and fries drowned in ketchup, fading into daylight sucking extra salt and the taste of the night off their own lips.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

This is gorgeous

Your word usage and descriptions, just wow.

It leaves me breathless just reading, and then you change the mood so easily. With the coming dawn and it's just beautiful.

Thank you!