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mayqueen517) wrote2010-01-07 12:40 am
mayqueen517) wrote2010-01-07 12:40 am
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Fic: Mike Carden/Tom Conrad - Don't Forget To Take Deep Breaths
Yeaaahh. I don't even know, you guys. I've been wanting to write Mike/Tom for a while and nngh, Mike/Tom angry sex. ♥
Title: Don't Forget To Take Deep Breaths
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mike Carden/Tom Conrad (The Academy Is...)
Word count: 1,028
Summary: Mike knows it's a bad idea from the moment it starts. He knows it's a bad idea, that he shouldn't do it, that he's risking the band.
Warnings: There are HINTS of slight dub-con. I don't think it's anything huge, just mostly tense and bitchy stuff, really.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FIC. ESPECIALLY THE TWO MEN WITHIN. THE TITLE COMES FROM THE ACADEMY IS... SONG 'CHECKMARKS'.
Mike knows it's a bad idea from the moment it starts. He knows it's a bad idea, that he shouldn't do it, that he's risking the band. And yet, when Tom kisses back, fighting for control, the only thing that he can think is it's the best thing he's felt since hearing they had a record deal.
Tom pushes against him, fighting to not relax and the more he fights, the more Mike feels. He's hard against Tom, pushing against him and it's with a moan that he starts nipping roughly at Tom's lips. Full lips that Mike has probably been fantasizing about from the moment he met Tom Conrad.
Groaning, Mike shoves, using his weight to pin Tom against the wall, rubbing their hips together. Their erections grind against each other and it's with a choked off moan that Tom gives in. There's still a tense set to his shoulders, to the way he kisses back, but his hands dig under Mike's shirt all the same.
Calloused fingers on soft skin, barely pausing to touch on their way down to his pants, roughly unbuttoning them and when Mike pushes against his hand, he can feel the hesitation.
"Come on, Conrad. You want it."
"Fuck. Off," Tom says against his lips, kissing Mike again, rough and hard even as Tom's hand slides over the fabric of Mike's jeans. Tom arches against Mike, pulling back and breathing hard as they watch each other, Tom's eyes hazy. His lips are red and slick, swollen and all Mike wants to do is bite.
He wants to mark Tom, wants everyone to know. He wants Tom to remember this, and the ferocity of that feeling sends a thrill through Mike.
"Just. Against the wall," Tom finally says, biting his own lip and Mike knows that he should ask if Tom's sure. He should ask if this is what Tom wants.
But Mike knows that he was never meant to be that guy though.
Pushing off of Tom, Mike leans against the wall, watching Tom slide to his knees, more like flopping down. He doesn't do it with grace, doesn't do it with the ease that Mike sometimes sees from him. He plays guitar easily, like it's an extension of him, he takes photographs like they're from his soul.
He hits his knees like he's being begged to.
Tom looks up at him and unzips Mike's pants, tugging them down enough and when Mike's cock springs free, it's all that Mike can do to not groan in relief. Tom doesn't waste time, doesn't play around like some people do. He leans forward, sliding his tongue across the head and Mike imagines that he can hear the rasp of Tom's tongue.
Pulling up, Tom wets his lips and Mike feels the punch of arousal in his gut, watching Tom lean back and wrap his lips around the head of Mike's dick. Sucking firmly, he looks up at Mike from beneath his bangs, and Mike closes his eyes.
Leaning his head back, he loses himself in the sensation, groaning and tugging on Tom's hair despite himself. He feels Tom's hands move from his hips, grabbing Mike's hands and when Mike opens his eyes, he's watching Tom's throat bob.
Shuddering, Mike arches into him and can't stop the shock that shoots through him when Tom stills, holding onto Mike's wrists. He doesn't hold them roughly, just out of the way, and Mike wishes, for an insane moment, that Tom would grip them hard. Mike wants bruises, wants the reminders. He wants to see people's eyes glance at his wrists and know that someone held him down.
He wants to know that Tom'll hold him back.
Still sucking firmly, Tom carefully settles and looks up at Mike, expectant and Tom's fingers tighten around Mike's wrists.
Arching forward, Mike feels Tom start moving again, easy movement and when Mike looks down, Tom has his eyes closed. Pushing forward, Mike doesn't stop himself from thrusting slowly, letting out a breathless laugh at the narrowed eyes that gets him.
Tom doesn't stop him, though.
His fingers tighten more, nails barely digging into the flesh of Mike's wrists and Mike doesn't know what he's more surprised by. The fact that Tom's letting Mike fuck his mouth, or the fact that Tom's grip on his wrists is turning him on far more than the blowjob.
When Mike comes, he can't stop the belly-deep groan that spills forth, his breathing coming harder as his eyes squeeze shut. He can feel Tom swallowing around him and it sends a series of shudders through Mike, his body feeling loose and less careful than before.
"Jesus, TomRad," Mike says after a moment, watching Tom release his wrists slowly, easing to his knees.
"Yeah?" Tom says, voice raspy and Mike drags him forward, kissing him hard. He wants to bury himself into Tom, wants to mark Tom for everyone even more now. He wants to unravel Tom and the intensity of it startles Mike.
He pushes Tom against the wall, kissing him harder and tasting the salt-musk taste of himself as Mike shoves his hand down Tom's jeans. He strokes Tom as best he can, not even bothering to unbutton or unzip his jeans and when Tom comes, his head clunks against the wall.
Tom is quiet when he comes, Mike notices, barely a hint of noise, but his breathing. His breathing hitches with barely there sounds and Mike knows that he wants to hear Tom make them again.
Mike's teeth ache with the urge to bite and suck the flesh of Tom's neck, the flushed curve of it right there. Tom's eyes pry open and the moment that passes between them is utter honesty.
They both know that this shouldn't happen again. They know it, and yet both know it will. Mike can't worry about how much of a bad idea it is when Tom's swollen lips stretch into the hint of a smile at him.
Months later, Mike will wonder just how much of an idiot he was to think it'd be alright.
Title: Don't Forget To Take Deep Breaths
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mike Carden/Tom Conrad (The Academy Is...)
Word count: 1,028
Summary: Mike knows it's a bad idea from the moment it starts. He knows it's a bad idea, that he shouldn't do it, that he's risking the band.
Warnings: There are HINTS of slight dub-con. I don't think it's anything huge, just mostly tense and bitchy stuff, really.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FIC. ESPECIALLY THE TWO MEN WITHIN. THE TITLE COMES FROM THE ACADEMY IS... SONG 'CHECKMARKS'.
Mike knows it's a bad idea from the moment it starts. He knows it's a bad idea, that he shouldn't do it, that he's risking the band. And yet, when Tom kisses back, fighting for control, the only thing that he can think is it's the best thing he's felt since hearing they had a record deal.
Tom pushes against him, fighting to not relax and the more he fights, the more Mike feels. He's hard against Tom, pushing against him and it's with a moan that he starts nipping roughly at Tom's lips. Full lips that Mike has probably been fantasizing about from the moment he met Tom Conrad.
Groaning, Mike shoves, using his weight to pin Tom against the wall, rubbing their hips together. Their erections grind against each other and it's with a choked off moan that Tom gives in. There's still a tense set to his shoulders, to the way he kisses back, but his hands dig under Mike's shirt all the same.
Calloused fingers on soft skin, barely pausing to touch on their way down to his pants, roughly unbuttoning them and when Mike pushes against his hand, he can feel the hesitation.
"Come on, Conrad. You want it."
"Fuck. Off," Tom says against his lips, kissing Mike again, rough and hard even as Tom's hand slides over the fabric of Mike's jeans. Tom arches against Mike, pulling back and breathing hard as they watch each other, Tom's eyes hazy. His lips are red and slick, swollen and all Mike wants to do is bite.
He wants to mark Tom, wants everyone to know. He wants Tom to remember this, and the ferocity of that feeling sends a thrill through Mike.
"Just. Against the wall," Tom finally says, biting his own lip and Mike knows that he should ask if Tom's sure. He should ask if this is what Tom wants.
But Mike knows that he was never meant to be that guy though.
Pushing off of Tom, Mike leans against the wall, watching Tom slide to his knees, more like flopping down. He doesn't do it with grace, doesn't do it with the ease that Mike sometimes sees from him. He plays guitar easily, like it's an extension of him, he takes photographs like they're from his soul.
He hits his knees like he's being begged to.
Tom looks up at him and unzips Mike's pants, tugging them down enough and when Mike's cock springs free, it's all that Mike can do to not groan in relief. Tom doesn't waste time, doesn't play around like some people do. He leans forward, sliding his tongue across the head and Mike imagines that he can hear the rasp of Tom's tongue.
Pulling up, Tom wets his lips and Mike feels the punch of arousal in his gut, watching Tom lean back and wrap his lips around the head of Mike's dick. Sucking firmly, he looks up at Mike from beneath his bangs, and Mike closes his eyes.
Leaning his head back, he loses himself in the sensation, groaning and tugging on Tom's hair despite himself. He feels Tom's hands move from his hips, grabbing Mike's hands and when Mike opens his eyes, he's watching Tom's throat bob.
Shuddering, Mike arches into him and can't stop the shock that shoots through him when Tom stills, holding onto Mike's wrists. He doesn't hold them roughly, just out of the way, and Mike wishes, for an insane moment, that Tom would grip them hard. Mike wants bruises, wants the reminders. He wants to see people's eyes glance at his wrists and know that someone held him down.
He wants to know that Tom'll hold him back.
Still sucking firmly, Tom carefully settles and looks up at Mike, expectant and Tom's fingers tighten around Mike's wrists.
Arching forward, Mike feels Tom start moving again, easy movement and when Mike looks down, Tom has his eyes closed. Pushing forward, Mike doesn't stop himself from thrusting slowly, letting out a breathless laugh at the narrowed eyes that gets him.
Tom doesn't stop him, though.
His fingers tighten more, nails barely digging into the flesh of Mike's wrists and Mike doesn't know what he's more surprised by. The fact that Tom's letting Mike fuck his mouth, or the fact that Tom's grip on his wrists is turning him on far more than the blowjob.
When Mike comes, he can't stop the belly-deep groan that spills forth, his breathing coming harder as his eyes squeeze shut. He can feel Tom swallowing around him and it sends a series of shudders through Mike, his body feeling loose and less careful than before.
"Jesus, TomRad," Mike says after a moment, watching Tom release his wrists slowly, easing to his knees.
"Yeah?" Tom says, voice raspy and Mike drags him forward, kissing him hard. He wants to bury himself into Tom, wants to mark Tom for everyone even more now. He wants to unravel Tom and the intensity of it startles Mike.
He pushes Tom against the wall, kissing him harder and tasting the salt-musk taste of himself as Mike shoves his hand down Tom's jeans. He strokes Tom as best he can, not even bothering to unbutton or unzip his jeans and when Tom comes, his head clunks against the wall.
Tom is quiet when he comes, Mike notices, barely a hint of noise, but his breathing. His breathing hitches with barely there sounds and Mike knows that he wants to hear Tom make them again.
Mike's teeth ache with the urge to bite and suck the flesh of Tom's neck, the flushed curve of it right there. Tom's eyes pry open and the moment that passes between them is utter honesty.
They both know that this shouldn't happen again. They know it, and yet both know it will. Mike can't worry about how much of a bad idea it is when Tom's swollen lips stretch into the hint of a smile at him.
Months later, Mike will wonder just how much of an idiot he was to think it'd be alright.
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And no, it's okay. I love flails and babbles. Promise. ;-)
Thank you so much and uh. I take full responsibility? ;-)
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LMAO Sorry I distracted you? XD
:-D
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Ohgod. Know that I'm making grabby hands. JSYK. Seaaannn. Toooommmm. WILLIAM AND GABE AND YEAH.
Also, if you need help writing, try out Write or Die (http://writeordie.drwicked.com/) which is pretty awesome. (<3 It's how I ended up writing this one)
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I would love to read over it...are you wanting a little critique? And if you do, I'm on AIM, same sn as here. I promise I'm friendly. I might babble at you about how smoking hot Cobra Starship is. But. Y'know. ;-)
And ahahahaha, I use normal mode on evil. Which just buzzes at me if I pause for too long. (Since it's for those who do NaNo and need a certain word quota for the day...it emphasizes writing before editing and all.)
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So I'm amazingly glad to know that that worked. And visceral is an awesome word for this, because that's what it felt like while I was writing it.
The Mike/Tom dynamic is completely interesting to me, there's so much push and pull there and from what I've heard, Mike and Tom DON'T talk anymore. Which. Y'know, considering that Tom and Bill have set aside things interests me endlessly.
Thank you so so so much for your help earlier and for this review. Thank you. :-)
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It did help and I was quite pleased with this, so thanks again.
And ohgod, I described the issues to
YEAH, PRETTY MUCH.
You know, it had been itching at me for a while too and when I sat down with it...it just came a lot easier than I expected.
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no, really, i am not even going to lie, i love this pairing like crazy, i just think that there's so much to be explored in it that fandom doesn't because it's such a sensitive topic. and i'm glad that people other than me are starting to write it! you did a fabulous job here; i love the intensity of mike's conflict, how he wants everyone to see what they've done, but in a way he also doesn't, because he knows subconsciously that it'll be their ruin.
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Their dynamic is so endlessly interesting to me, the push-pull of it, and the general fact that it's widely accepted that the rest of TAI are cool with Tom. Yet, Mike's not. That. Yeah. It's a very interesting thing to me and I'm glad you enjoyed it so much. And yes! I do think that Mike would have been self-aware ENOUGH to recognize it, even if he hadn't done anything about it
Thank you for reading and this lovely review!
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so I was like, stumbled upon your tom conrad tag and found this.
mike/tom is definitely the weirdest pairing ever. they're like, total enemy for me. seriously.
but curiosity kills me then I read this then.
*is dead
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And LOL, I think they're like total enemy for each other too. XD But it's a VERY interesting dynamic, I think.
But thank you!