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You Learn Something New Everyday	By : VenusMoon Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-You Learn Something New Everyday
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Mikey sat with Frank and Gerard in the house they were sharing in Jersey, watching some horrible B movie from the 50’s. He snuggled deeper under his blanket, cringing at the men in rubber suit’s the director of this piece of shit flick wanted everyone to believe were aliens. God, its nice to be home, he thought. It felt like they’d been on tour for 10 years after Sweet Revenge was released. He shuddered as another ear-piercing scream was emitted from the TV. Now, if we could just watch something decent.

“Geez, Frankie. Isn’t there anything else on?” he asked, trying very hard not to whine.

“What, cheesy horror movies aren’t your thing?” he asked, smiling sweetly.

Damn him, why does he have to be so cute when he irritates me? He knows I hate these kind of movies.

“Shut up, git, you know I-” He was interrupted by a loud snore coming from the other end of the couch.

“See?” he asked, gesturing toward Gerard. “Thanks for the input, Gee. My point exactly.”

Frank laughed out loud. “Okay, I can take a hint,” he said, grabbing the remote and switching off the TV. “How ‘bout a game of pool then,” he asked, walking to the pool table and grabbing a cue.

Great, here’s where the guy I’ve had a crush on forever finds out I’m such a geek that I’ve never even played a game of pool.

Frank was chalking his stick, waiting for Mikey to join him. When he didn’t, he looked up to see Mikey still sitting on the couch, staring at his shoes.

“Uhh…Mikey? Anybody home?”

Mikey snapped out of his daze, looking up. “What?” he asked, acting like he hadn’t heard the question.

“Pool. Do you wanna play?”

“Oh, well…I uh…See, the thing is…” Mikey fumbled, aware that he sounded like a complete idiot.

“Mikey, what is it?” Frankie asked, smirking slightly as he walked to where Mikey was sitting, lifting his chin to study his face.

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Mikey stared into Frank’s warm eyes like a deer caught in headlights. “Its just…I don’t know how to play,” he managed, looking back down at his shoes, hoping Frank didn’t notice the bright pink tinge to his cheeks.

Frank threw his head back and laughed. “Is that all? Geez, I thought something was wrong. Don’t get me all worried like that,” he smiled, hopping up and pulling Mikey with him. “Come on, I’ll teach ya.”

Man, I can not deal with this right now, he thought as he allowed himself to be dragged toward the pool table. He gazed at Frankie as he arranged the balls on the table, humming some random song. But he looks so cute and eager to teach me, how can I say no? Who knows, maybe I’ll even grow the balls to-

Another loud snore snapped him back to reality.

“Alright, that’s it,” Frank said, catching Mikey’s eye and grinning. He walked to where Gerard was sleeping and started poking him with his pool cue. Mikey couldn’t help but giggle as Gerard snapped up in mid-snore, eyes wide.

“Dude, go to bed. You’re gonna wake up the whole neighborhood,” Frankie said, still poking him with the stick.

“Alright, cut it out!” Gerard snapped, smacking the cue away as he stood up. “What are you two doing anyway?”

Frankie clapped his hands together and hopped up and down. “I’m teaching Mikey to play pool,” he replied, smiling impishly at Mikey.

Why does he keep smiling at me like that? Mikey turned, pretending the rack of pool cues was the most interesting thing on the planet, trying to hide yet another blush. Gerard looked from Frank to Mikey, then back to Frank.

“Good luck,” he snorted, making his way up the stairs. “Night guys,” he called when he reached the top.

“Night Gee.”

“Okay, now that we have some privacy…” Frankie said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

Mikey just looked at him with a blank expression.

“Dude, lighten up! I’m kidding!” he laughed, clapping Mikey on the back and placing the cue ball on the table. “Now, I’ll go ahead and break and we’ll see who’s high and who’s low.”

“Huh?” Mikey asked, confused.

“Damn. Its worse than I thought,” Frank said seriously, shaking his head as he placed his hand on the table, lining up the shot. “Solid balls are low, stripes are high, got it?”

Mikey watched, entranced as Frank slid the pool cue back and forth through his long, slender fingers. He felt a familiar jolt in his groin as Frank took the first shot, scattering the balls in a hundred different directions. Geez, only a total freak would find this arousing, he thought, unable to take his eyes from Frank’s hands.

“Hello…Earth to Mikey…Come in Mikey”

“Huh? Oh sorry…what?”

“Dude, are you even paying attention?”

“What? Yeah, I’m paying attention.” Just not to the game…

“Okay, when I broke I sunk a low ball, so that means you’re stripes. There,” he said, pointing to the number 11 ball that was inches away from the side pocket. “Aim for that yellow one. It shouldn’t be too hard for you to get in.”

Mikey took a deep breath and walked around the table. He placed one hand on the table, imitating Frank’s previous move, but when he moved to hit the ball his cue completely missed and he stumbled forward, his face hitting the table with a ‘thud’. Frank busted out laughing.

“Oh my God, dude, are you okay?”

Mikey glared at him, adjusting his glasses, his face now as red as the ball on the table.

“I’m sorry, but that was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in real life,” he giggled, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Hey, I told you I didn’t know how to play,” Mikey snapped, dropping his cue on the table and crossing his arms over his chest. Good idea, pout. Impress him with your grace and maturity.

“Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh,” Frank said sweetly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Here, let me help you,” he whispered, reaching his arm around Mikey’s back and grabbing his hand and picking up Mikey’s discarded cue.

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“Like this,” he whispered into Mikey’s ear, the warm breath making him shiver. He placed one of Mikey’s hands on the table, and the other on the cue, adjusting it. “You have to bend down to aim,” he said, slowly pushing Mikey down with his weight so that Mikey’s chest rested on the edge of the table. Mikey’s breath caught in his chest. He could feel Frank’s body heat on his back, his hot breath grazing the back of his neck as he helped him adjust the cue. He swore he felt Frank smile when he took a deep breath and swallowed, hard, trying to concentrate on the shot. Frank placed a hand over the one Mikey had on the cue.

“Ready?” he whispered breathily as he pulled the stick back with Mikey’s hand and slammed it into the cue ball. The motion caused Frank to bump into Mikey, his crotch pressing against the curve of Mikey’s ass. Mikey couldn’t help but notice that Frank was sporting a hard-on to rival his own.

Mikey froze. He knew he should be moving now. The shot went in, so he should be standing up right about now, preparing to take another. But he couldn’t move. He stayed where he was, bent over the pool table, reveling in the heat of Frank’s body pressed so tightly against his. Then it dawned on him…Frank hadn’t moved either. When he turned his head to ask Frank what the hell he was doing, his lips were caught in a feverish kiss. He whimpered when he felt Frank’s tongue brush his lips, and parted them in repsonse. Frank plunged his tongue into Mikey’s mouth, wrapping his arms around his waist and turning him around to face him. He broke away, trailing kisses down Mikey’s jaw an neck.

“Frankie…ahh…what are you doing?”

Frank paused and raised his head, looking at Mikey with a sly smirk.

“Oh, I thought it was obvious. But, in case you haven’t figured it out,” he said as he gently grazed his hand over the bulge in Mikey’s pants, “I’m seducing you.”

Mikey whimpered and threw his head back, placing both hands on the edge of the table behind him for support. Frank grinned and continued his assault on Mikey’s neck, teasing his growing erection with feather-light touches. “And…by the looks of it…its working,” he said between kisses.

Mikey couldn’t stand it anymore. He tangled his fingers in Frank’s hair and yanked his head up, crushing his lips into his, while sliding his other hand inside Frank’s pajama pants. Frankie gasped as Mikey wrapped his hand around his cock and started slowly stroking.

“Mmm, little Mikey isn’t as innocent as he seems,” he panted, pinning Mikey against the pool table with his hips.

Mikey chuckled devilishly. “Well, you know what they say…”

“What’s that?” Frank gasped as Mikey increased his pace.

Mikey grinned, loving the reactions his actions were causing. “You have to watch out for the quiet ones,” he grinned, biting down on Frank’s neck.

“Jesus, Mikey…I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“What’s stopping you?” Mikey replied coyly, pulling his hand from Frank’s pants and pulling them off. Frank smiled at Mikey through half-lidded eyes, loving this side of Mikey that he never knew existed. He watched, slightly stunned as Mikey tore off his own shirt and hopped onto the pool table. He curled his fists in Frank’s shirt and pulled him closer, wrapping his legs around his waist.

“Jesus…” Frank breathed, running his hands down Mikey’s smooth chest, pausing to pull off his and Mikey’s pajama pants. Mikey released him from his vice like grip long enough for Frank to rid himself of his clothing. As soon as layers of fabric were no longer an issue, Mikey wrapped his legs around Frankie again, pulling him in for another hungry kiss. He trailed kisses up Frank’s jaw, flicking his tongue over his ear.

“Frankie…” he whispered.

“Yeah?” Frank breathed.

“Fuck. Me. Now.”

Frankie growled and shoved two fingers into Mikey’s mouth. Mikey smiled as he ran his tongue over them, never taking his eyes from Frank’s. He moaned at the sight, imagining what else that mouth could do. He reluctantly removed his fingers and placed them at Mikey’s entrance, massaging gently. Mikey moaned as he inserted the first finger, then writhed and fell back on his elbows as he felt two fingers moving inside him.

“I’m ready, damnit. Just fuck me already!” he cried, pushing himself down on Frank’s fingers. That was all he needed. Frank removed his fingers and slid inside him with one fluid motion.

“Ahh Jesus fuck, Mikey…you’re so tight…” he gasped as he allowed Mikey time to adjust.

Mikey moaned and bucked his hips, begging Frank to move. Frank pulled all the way out, before slamming back in, hitting Mikey’s prostate.

“Yesss Frankie!” he hissed.

Frank grinned and continued his thrusts, hitting the spot every time. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Mikey grabbed Frank’s face with both hands, forcing him to look into his eyes.

“Do you like this Frankie?” he asked, gasping with every thrust. “Do you like fucking quiet little Mikey Way?”

“God yes, Mikey…you’re so hot, so tight…,” he panted, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting harder. Knowing he was close, he wrapped his hands around Mikey’s cock, pumping in time with his thrusts.

“Oh shit, Frankieeee,” Mikey screamed as he came all over both of their chests. The sound of Mikey screaming his name as he came pushed Frank over the edge, and he released his load deep in Mikey with a quiet whimper, collapsing against him.

“Mikey,” he breathed when he came back to reality. “That was unbelievable.”

Mikey sat up and smiled, pulling Frank into a soft kiss. Frank smiled against his lips.

“Seriously, I had no idea you had that in you,” he said, smoothing Mikey’s sweaty hair out of his face.

“Well,” Mikey grinned. “You learn something new everyday.
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