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mayqueen517So, yesterday, I requested some song and pairing prompts! The lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sullen_hearts prompted me with "Train In Vain" by The Clash, which is one of my favorite songs of theirs. The lyrics of the song aren't exactly happy, but I always wanna bounce around when I hear this song, so whatever!
So I got to thinking and I remembered hearing about Mike's recent naming of the swim athlete of the year and his championship meet earlier in April. All of that lead to this and I'm so very damned well delighted with it.
GUYS, I WROTE SKIPPY FIC!!!
Title: There is only one thing that I can say
Pairing: MIKE/KEVIN
Rating: PG for language
Warnings: NONE.
Word Count: 849
DISCLAIMER: OWN NOTHING. I'M JUST GLAD TO BE WRITING AGAIN!!
::.SUMMARY::. The dark of the parking garage casts strange shadows; it reminds Mike of being in high school and he faintly wonders if Kevin could be convinced to crawl into the backseat with Mike.
"Why swimming?"
"Why not swimming?" he asks, looking up at the computer screen from where he's highlighting the packet of information. The myriad of colors are swarming around him and Mike wonders if maybe he's spent too much time in his room with Kevin on a computer screen to really count as social interaction.
"You know what I mean," Kevin says, squirming around in the chair, jostling the laptop in a dizzying way for a moment.
"Swimming's probably my second favorite thing after music. Makes sense. Swimming, for me, is pretty close to getting back onstage," he says, truth settling in his gut as Kevin hums softly, nodding. Behind him, Mike can see the expanse of the living room and it makes him ache for home.
"When's your next meet?"
"Few weeks. I'm going to be qualifying next Saturday though, if you want to come watch," Mike says, capping his highlighter with a grimace. He leans back on his bed, running a hand through his hair. Kevin watches him and there's this weird, soft little smile on his face that makes Mike relax.
"Qualifying for what?" Kevin asks, always interested in what Mike's doing. Kevin's busy with a million different things, Mike knows; clothing and guitar design and other things that strike his fancy. It leaves Kevin happier, with much less of a strange pinched expression on his face.
"Championship stuff over at WSC. I'm gonna go for the freestyle," he says, stretching his arms as Kevin smiles.
"I'll be there," he says, solid and perfect as Mike remembers. It's not been all that long since they've seen each other, but it feels like longer.
"Yeah, I know," Mike responds, soft and pleased as Kevin meets his eyes through the webcam.
"Tell me about what's going on with you, Kevin," Mike says finally, settling in to listen.
===
Mike meets Kevin's car in front of the training center, already in sweats and a hoodie. He's got his goggles around his neck and Kevin's bright grin is the best thing he's seen all day.
He climbs in, grateful for the tinted windows as he shuts the door and leans over, kissing Kevin without rush. He takes his time and feels Kevin sigh into it, cupping his face and it feels so fucking good. Mike can't remember the last time he was so relaxed and he's facing one of the biggest qualifying bouts of the year for him. He's facing exams and everything else in school and this? This is the best he's felt in the last few years.
It's sobering and if he clings to Kevin for a moment longer, he won't mention it. When he pulls back, Kevin's face is bright and his eyes are so pleased and warm. Mike grins.
"Park in the garage, I got you a pass," he says, leaning back into the seat as he half-heartedly pulls the seatbelt over him for appearance's sake.
"You're not even nervous," Kevin says, grinning as he navigates to the garage.
"Nope. I don't get nervous until I'm waiting for results."
Kevin looks at him, arching an eyebrow as he navigates into a spot. The dark of the parking garage casts strange shadows; it reminds Mike of being in high school and he faintly wonders if Kevin could be convinced to crawl into the backseat with Mike.
"When I'm swimming, I'm not thinking about anything else. Once I wait, it's not up to me," Mike says, hooking the plastic placard around Kevin's rear view mirror. Kevin looks over at him and there's something in his smile, something that makes Mike's chest seize and it fucking hurts like being underwater for a touch too long. Like coming up for air and feeling like his lungs are going to explode.
"Let's move in together," he says abruptly. Kevin blinks at him, eyes widening. It's not a quick decision, or even one out of the blue. Grated, he supposes this wasn't the best time to ask, but whatever. Gotta roll with the punches or something like that.
Kevin doesn't say anything as he gets out of the car and Mike starts feeling the worrying tendril of nerves flooding his gut and throat. He opens his door, preparing to say something to Kevin when suddenly Kevin's mouth is covering his. It's a searing, hard kiss and everything in Mike snaps forward to attention and it's fucking amazing.
It's heady and all Mike can smell or feel is Kevin and it's even better than he remembers. He remembers Kevin as the kid he first met, the kid who wasn't yet comfortable in his skin. He remembers Kevin when he was timid and when he got past it.
But he's always going to miss the taste and feel of Kevin's lips and when Kevin moves to pull away, Mike chases after him. He nips at his lips, dragging him back into another kiss against the side of the car as Kevin pulls back just enough, breathing hard. Mike isn't even winded and he can't stop grinning.
"That a yes, Jonas?"
"Shut up, Mike," Kevin says with a huff of laughter, drawing him back into another kiss and Mike is pretty sure that's a resounding yes.
sullen_hearts prompted me with "Train In Vain" by The Clash, which is one of my favorite songs of theirs. The lyrics of the song aren't exactly happy, but I always wanna bounce around when I hear this song, so whatever! So I got to thinking and I remembered hearing about Mike's recent naming of the swim athlete of the year and his championship meet earlier in April. All of that lead to this and I'm so very damned well delighted with it.
GUYS, I WROTE SKIPPY FIC!!!
Title: There is only one thing that I can say
Pairing: MIKE/KEVIN
Rating: PG for language
Warnings: NONE.
Word Count: 849
DISCLAIMER: OWN NOTHING. I'M JUST GLAD TO BE WRITING AGAIN!!
::.SUMMARY::. The dark of the parking garage casts strange shadows; it reminds Mike of being in high school and he faintly wonders if Kevin could be convinced to crawl into the backseat with Mike.
"Why swimming?"
"Why not swimming?" he asks, looking up at the computer screen from where he's highlighting the packet of information. The myriad of colors are swarming around him and Mike wonders if maybe he's spent too much time in his room with Kevin on a computer screen to really count as social interaction.
"You know what I mean," Kevin says, squirming around in the chair, jostling the laptop in a dizzying way for a moment.
"Swimming's probably my second favorite thing after music. Makes sense. Swimming, for me, is pretty close to getting back onstage," he says, truth settling in his gut as Kevin hums softly, nodding. Behind him, Mike can see the expanse of the living room and it makes him ache for home.
"When's your next meet?"
"Few weeks. I'm going to be qualifying next Saturday though, if you want to come watch," Mike says, capping his highlighter with a grimace. He leans back on his bed, running a hand through his hair. Kevin watches him and there's this weird, soft little smile on his face that makes Mike relax.
"Qualifying for what?" Kevin asks, always interested in what Mike's doing. Kevin's busy with a million different things, Mike knows; clothing and guitar design and other things that strike his fancy. It leaves Kevin happier, with much less of a strange pinched expression on his face.
"Championship stuff over at WSC. I'm gonna go for the freestyle," he says, stretching his arms as Kevin smiles.
"I'll be there," he says, solid and perfect as Mike remembers. It's not been all that long since they've seen each other, but it feels like longer.
"Yeah, I know," Mike responds, soft and pleased as Kevin meets his eyes through the webcam.
"Tell me about what's going on with you, Kevin," Mike says finally, settling in to listen.
===
Mike meets Kevin's car in front of the training center, already in sweats and a hoodie. He's got his goggles around his neck and Kevin's bright grin is the best thing he's seen all day.
He climbs in, grateful for the tinted windows as he shuts the door and leans over, kissing Kevin without rush. He takes his time and feels Kevin sigh into it, cupping his face and it feels so fucking good. Mike can't remember the last time he was so relaxed and he's facing one of the biggest qualifying bouts of the year for him. He's facing exams and everything else in school and this? This is the best he's felt in the last few years.
It's sobering and if he clings to Kevin for a moment longer, he won't mention it. When he pulls back, Kevin's face is bright and his eyes are so pleased and warm. Mike grins.
"Park in the garage, I got you a pass," he says, leaning back into the seat as he half-heartedly pulls the seatbelt over him for appearance's sake.
"You're not even nervous," Kevin says, grinning as he navigates to the garage.
"Nope. I don't get nervous until I'm waiting for results."
Kevin looks at him, arching an eyebrow as he navigates into a spot. The dark of the parking garage casts strange shadows; it reminds Mike of being in high school and he faintly wonders if Kevin could be convinced to crawl into the backseat with Mike.
"When I'm swimming, I'm not thinking about anything else. Once I wait, it's not up to me," Mike says, hooking the plastic placard around Kevin's rear view mirror. Kevin looks over at him and there's something in his smile, something that makes Mike's chest seize and it fucking hurts like being underwater for a touch too long. Like coming up for air and feeling like his lungs are going to explode.
"Let's move in together," he says abruptly. Kevin blinks at him, eyes widening. It's not a quick decision, or even one out of the blue. Grated, he supposes this wasn't the best time to ask, but whatever. Gotta roll with the punches or something like that.
Kevin doesn't say anything as he gets out of the car and Mike starts feeling the worrying tendril of nerves flooding his gut and throat. He opens his door, preparing to say something to Kevin when suddenly Kevin's mouth is covering his. It's a searing, hard kiss and everything in Mike snaps forward to attention and it's fucking amazing.
It's heady and all Mike can smell or feel is Kevin and it's even better than he remembers. He remembers Kevin as the kid he first met, the kid who wasn't yet comfortable in his skin. He remembers Kevin when he was timid and when he got past it.
But he's always going to miss the taste and feel of Kevin's lips and when Kevin moves to pull away, Mike chases after him. He nips at his lips, dragging him back into another kiss against the side of the car as Kevin pulls back just enough, breathing hard. Mike isn't even winded and he can't stop grinning.
"That a yes, Jonas?"
"Shut up, Mike," Kevin says with a huff of laughter, drawing him back into another kiss and Mike is pretty sure that's a resounding yes.
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 05:33 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2012 05:34 (UTC)LOOKIT. I'M SO PLEASED WITH MYSELF. <3 <3 <3
Thannnkkk you!
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 05:37 (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 Sep 2012 05:47 (UTC)I'm so excited right now. I am being a total spaz and I DON'T CARE.
*happy dancing*
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 05:51 (UTC)BOOGIE PARTY IN THE COMMENTS! ~shakes her booty~
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 06:12 (UTC)It's so nice to be writing ANYTHING again, let alone to find something I want and can write within Skippy. I've missed it! :-D
Thank you so much!
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 06:17 (UTC)Hee! You should go sign up for Skippy bingo. ;) no pressure, no time frames, but maybe some plotbunnies! :D
*SMISHES YOU*
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 06:21 (UTC)There's a new mumford and son album, go get inspired there. ;)
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 06:41 (UTC)It's really fantastic to BE writing again! <3
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 10:00 (UTC)Ugh, god, kill me now. KJo your face.
The dark of the parking garage casts strange shadows; it reminds Mike of being in high school and he faintly wonders if Kevin could be convinced to crawl into the backseat with Mike.
Kevin do it, I will be so immensely pleased.
It's a searing, hard kiss and everything in Mike snaps forward to attention and it's fucking amazing.
*Flappy hands*
"That a yes, Jonas?"
So have I ever told you that I have this huge kink for people - especially alpha males like Mike - calling people by their surname? It's so delicious.
Ugh I love them. And you.
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 14:13 (UTC)Thank you and I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 30 Sep 2012 15:48 (UTC)I diiiiiiid :D
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