Festivals mean sitting around for hours and then performing an abbreviated set and then getting on the road to do it again. He’s usually hitting his stride right about the time they have to wrap it up, and it’s more frustrating than he likes to admit. He hasn’t asked if they all feel that way, but he’s the only one taking it out on the X-box, so maybe it’sjust him. It’s been a couple of weeks now, and the bus and hotel accomodations kind of suck, so he and Ray are protesting by growing beards or, in his case, extra-long sideburns.
Ray slumps down next to him and sighs, picking up the spare controller then putting it down before joining in the game. “Fuck, man.”
Mikey crooks an eyebrow and nods slightly, acknowledgement of whatever it is that ails him. “Yep.”
“We have any cookies?”
“Nope.” Mikey uses a missle launcher to decimate a small cell of rebels hiding behind a copse of trees. “Frank and Gee stole the last of the Oreos to play poker.”
“Damn.” Ray sighs and slumps down on the sofa, shifting a little to rest his head on Mikey’s arm, careful not to disrupt his aim. “I could do serious damage to some Oreos.”
“There’s a Twix bar hidden in my bunk.”
“What would it cost me?”
Mikey smiles and doesn’t say anything. He loves his band, his brothers, but sometimes more than others. “What do you think?”
Ray huffs a laugh and reaches out to Mikey’s controller, pushing the pause button. Mikey raises his eyebrow again and turns his head, glancing down at Ray. Ray’s eyes are bright with amusement and hot as he turns his head, rubbing his three day’s worth of stubble against Mikey’s arm. Mikey makes a noise and reaches down, cupping Ray’s chin and tilting it, angling his head back so Mikey can lean in and kiss him.
It’s slow and warm, the prickly hairs at the base of Mikey’s lower lip stabbing slightly as Ray shifts, deepening the kiss. His tongue parts Mikey’s lips and Mikey lets his fingers graze lightly over the patchy darkness that covers Ray’s chin and lower cheeks, scratching lightly at his skin. Ray moans low and warm into Mikey’s mouth, his thumb rubbing across Mikey’s cheek and down to the sporadic growth. When he pulls away, Mikey can’t help but lick his lips, chasing the dampness left by Ray’s tongue.
“That’s worth both halves, right?”
Mikey grins and turns the game back on, ducking his head slightly. “No, but you can earn the other one later.”
Re: MCR: Mikey/Ray - Barter System
Ray slumps down next to him and sighs, picking up the spare controller then putting it down before joining in the game. “Fuck, man.”
Mikey crooks an eyebrow and nods slightly, acknowledgement of whatever it is that ails him. “Yep.”
“We have any cookies?”
“Nope.” Mikey uses a missle launcher to decimate a small cell of rebels hiding behind a copse of trees. “Frank and Gee stole the last of the Oreos to play poker.”
“Damn.” Ray sighs and slumps down on the sofa, shifting a little to rest his head on Mikey’s arm, careful not to disrupt his aim. “I could do serious damage to some Oreos.”
“There’s a Twix bar hidden in my bunk.”
“What would it cost me?”
Mikey smiles and doesn’t say anything. He loves his band, his brothers, but sometimes more than others. “What do you think?”
Ray huffs a laugh and reaches out to Mikey’s controller, pushing the pause button. Mikey raises his eyebrow again and turns his head, glancing down at Ray. Ray’s eyes are bright with amusement and hot as he turns his head, rubbing his three day’s worth of stubble against Mikey’s arm. Mikey makes a noise and reaches down, cupping Ray’s chin and tilting it, angling his head back so Mikey can lean in and kiss him.
It’s slow and warm, the prickly hairs at the base of Mikey’s lower lip stabbing slightly as Ray shifts, deepening the kiss. His tongue parts Mikey’s lips and Mikey lets his fingers graze lightly over the patchy darkness that covers Ray’s chin and lower cheeks, scratching lightly at his skin. Ray moans low and warm into Mikey’s mouth, his thumb rubbing across Mikey’s cheek and down to the sporadic growth. When he pulls away, Mikey can’t help but lick his lips, chasing the dampness left by Ray’s tongue.
“That’s worth both halves, right?”
Mikey grins and turns the game back on, ducking his head slightly. “No, but you can earn the other one later.”