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akire_yta wanted something fuzzy and domestic, and maybe a bit of porn. LOOKS LIKE SHE GETS BOTH!
Title: Wake Up Feeling Sound Again
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 992
Author's Note: Quick ficlet for
akire_yta! Mmm, fuzzy and domestic. ♥::DISCLAIMER:: I own absolutely nothing in this story. The guys belong to themselves, and the title comes from Flogging Molly's Float
Summary: Mike likes that Kevin gives him that, and he likes the way that Kevin smiles softly, walking over easily to crawl back into bed with his jeans still on, heavy under the covers.
Mike wakes up and the house is empty. It's not a bad feeling, he thinks, shifting his head on the pillow, yawning widely. Kevin's pulled the curtains closed, save for one gap that lets in a steady stream of sunlight that falls of Mike's back. It leave a pleasant warmth and Mike drowses there for a moment.
He rolls over, climbing out of bed before going to the bathroom. He's washing his hands when he looks at himself in the mirror. The circles under his eyes have faded and Mike rubs his wet hands over his face, drying both quickly as he pads back to the bed. He crawls between the covers and curls up around his pillow, stretching out until his back pops satisfyingly.
The day after coming home from tour is always his favorite, he thinks idly, wondering if it'd be worth it to get up, but not wanting to leave the bed. He hears the door open and shut and smiles sleepily. Kevin putters around in the kitchen and Mike can almost imagine exactly what he's doing; putting dishes up from dinner or whatever, putting stuff up that he got while out.
"You live," Kevin says at the door, smiling at him. Mike laughs, rolling onto his back and looking at Kevin, smiling and feeling warmth bloom in his chest.
"Indeed," he says through a yawn, laughing and motioning Kevin over. He used to wake up with Kevin sitting in bed and reading with him, Kevin sticking close until Mike had asked for some time to himself after a tour. Mike likes that Kevin gives him that, and he likes the way that Kevin smiles softly, walking over easily to crawl back into bed with his jeans still on, heavy under the covers.
"Sleep well?"
"Mm. I have a bed and clean sheets, what do you think?" Mike asks, smiling to himself when Kevin shifts and rolls onto his side, facing him.
"I figured you'd like that, yeah. Gonna sleep here all day?" he asks as Mike mimics him, rolling onto his side to face Kevin as they scoot closer. Mike shrugs and tosses his arm over Kevin's chest easily.
"I might."
"Dinner here tonight?"
"Sounds good to me," Mike says, leaning in and pressing his lips to Kevin's softly, smiling.
They wash up together, bumping into each other, Mike telling Kevin about tour and watching him laugh. He tells him about the time that Bill nearly fell off the stage and tried to play it off; he tells Kevin about listening to Chiz play something that made Mike feel like he'd been wanting to hear it for years. He tells Kevin everything that he can think of and when Kevin kisses him softly, it feels like an exhalation.
Kevin smiles against his lips, crowding closer and exploring Mike's mouth with his tongue. It's quiet in the apartment, the hum of the refrigerator kicking on becomes a low buzz as Mike tangles their tongues together.
His hands tangle into Kevin's curls as he kisses him deeper, tasting the hint of the shared cheesecake as Kevin moans into his mouth. Kevin pulls back, breathing heavier, smiling at Mike and Mike licks his lips, swallowing hard.
"Missed you," Kevin says softly, kissing him again, harder this time. Mike sinks into it, taking his time and tightening his fingers in the soft curls of Kevin's hair as Kevin rocks his hips into Mike's. Mike moans, pulling his fingers out of Kevin's hair before pulling back to break the kiss.
"Bed," Mike says roughly, grinning as they wander into the bedroom, pausing to kiss and touch and Mike laughs when the stumble over getting undressed. If someone had told him, years ago, that he'd end up with someone like Kevin Jonas, he would have laughed them out of the room; but when he looks over and Kevin's on the bed waiting for him, he can't help but be glad that he did end up with him.
They move together with an ease that comes from practice, knowing when to arch, knowing what makes the other cling, knowing what draws a gasp rather than a moan. Mike pushes into Kevin with a clenched groan, tilting his head back as Kevin arches his back.
He takes his time, watching the way that Kevin responds; the way that his muscles shift and bunch under the skin and the way that Kevin bites on his lip. Mike groans as he thrusts harder, grinning down at Kevin when it pulls a hitched gasp from him.
"Mike," Kevin says, eyes shutting closed as Mike thrusts one last time, wrapping his hand around Kevin's cock, stroking him through his orgasm. Mike likes to watch Kevin come apart, the way that he always looks so shocked, and how he always digs his fingers into Mike's biceps.
Mike's going to have bruises tomorrow and it's that thought that tips Mike over the edge, a groan let loose as he kisses Kevin sloppily.
They lay together for a moment, Mike trying to keep the worst of his weight off of Kevin before he pulls out. They're catching their breath when Kevin leans over and kisses him softly.
Mike climbs under the covers, smiling when Kevin shifts them and the covers around until he can pillow his head on Mike's chest.
"I missed you too," Mike says, feeling Kevin's smile as he presses a kiss to Mike's ribs.
"Glad you're home."
"Me too," Mike says, smiling drowsily, and rubbing his hand along Kevin's back, enjoying the skin under his hand. Kevin shifts away from it for a second, getting up to turn the light off before crawling back in bed and curling up with Mike. He falls asleep like that, Kevin's head a comfortable weight on his chest and his hand on Kevin's back, listening to him breathe.
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Date: 30 Oct 2010 08:39 (UTC)and more ♥ at you for good measure :D ♥
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Date: 30 Oct 2010 08:47 (UTC)It has been far too long since I wrote Skippy, I think. And I love soft and quiet and happy Mike!
Thank you so much, Aki!
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ to you.
ALSO, I LIKE YOUR ICON. ♥_♥
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Date: 31 Oct 2010 18:37 (UTC)I don't think I realized how much I wanted to write domestic skippy porn until I DID, AND IT WAS AWESOME.
♥ you
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Date: 31 Oct 2010 18:39 (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 31 Oct 2010 18:40 (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 31 Oct 2010 19:15 (UTC)Thank you for writing!
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Date: 31 Oct 2010 22:47 (UTC)Thank you for reviewing!
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Date: 31 Oct 2010 23:24 (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 1 Nov 2010 01:28 (UTC)Thank you for sharing :)
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Date: 1 Nov 2010 03:56 (UTC)Thank you for reviewing!