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Dead Like Me	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 4827 -:- 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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Okay my lovely readers, this is the beginning of a beautiful writing spree! I have the next few weeks off, and I will be trying my hardest to give you updates as often as I can! I have a plethora of ideas, and I’m just bursting at the seams to get them all into my stories. So enjoy it while it lasts, and let me know what you guys think!
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Disclaimer: I don’t know these boys, and I’m sure they aren’t the way I have made them out to be, but damn, that’d be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen….
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My limbs were sore and stiff. My eyes didn’t want to open. Fuck everything hurt. I didn't want to move. But I had to. I had to work in...I rolled over and looked at the clock on my nightstand...It was 6:30. AM. 2 hours. Fuck.
I could hear Mikey's soft, even breathing next to me. I turned around to steal a glance at his peaceful form. His hair was mussed up, tossed carelessly here and there all over the pillow. He was still wearing his clothes from the night before, a now wrinkly Pixies t-shirt and...I gently pulled up the covers...black jeans. He was so tired he even forgot to take his glasses off.
Mikey had started working with one of his friends Geoff, who was in a band. He did a lot of bitch work, usually merch or hauling equipment around for them. He didn’t mind. Actually, he really loved his job. But he didn’t usually get home until 2 or 3 in the morning, which meant I was usually left to my own devices during the evenings.
Which made it easier for me to do things that I didn’t want him to know about.
I nuzzled into his neck, smelling his warm skin. I liked to do that. He always smelled so good, so familiar. It was comforting, and it always gave me that warm fuzzy feeling. It always made me feel like the old Frankie. The one who hadn't ever tasted alcohol, or smoked a cigarette. The good one. I have to admit, I did miss him. It had been a long time since I had been that quiet little kid. But Mikey brought him out in me. I didn't have to be bad, or do anything to try and impress him. He loved me just the way I was. He brought out the best in me. Even when I know I didn’t deserve it.
I sighed amusedly, and carefully leaned over, running my hand over his chest with a gentle touch. I raised a hand to his face, and slowly pulled his glasses off of his nose. He inhaled loudly, but didn't wake up.

I smiled, and ran my hand down to the hem of his shirt and started pulling it upwards towards his head. I sat up, and used one arm to carefully lift his torso off the bed, and the other to pull the shirt up. Finally I won, and I dropped his shirt on the floor beside the bed.

I figured I couldn't really just let my beautiful little baby sleep in his pants either, so I crawled out of bed quietly, and stood over him, pulling the blankets gently. I got it down to his knees, and I pulled his legs on top of the blankets. I slid my hand up and undid his pants, unzipping them and taking them off of his white legs. He still only stirred for a moment, and then was breathing steadily.
I stood over him for a while, and just admired his innocent charm. There is nothing like watching your beautiful boyfriend sleep. His pale chest rose and fell with every breath, and his eyelids fluttered while he dreamt. He looked positively angelic. I couldn't resist leaning over and bestowing a small, chaste kiss upon his small, pink mouth.
"Oh come on now! Don't tease!
Mikey was looking up at me, a smirk riding his cheeks, and a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes.
"You can't get me all hot by undressing me and then just give me a peck! That's so unfair!"
I pulled away and mock-glared at him. "Have you been awake the whole time?!"
He laughed quietly, "Not the whole time. Just since you started taking off my pants."
Of course. "And you just let me do it?"
"Hey, I'm not one to object to you undressing me!"
"You are such a shit! This wasn't supposed to be anything sexual, I just thought you looked so cute, with your glasses all crooked, and your hair all mussed up, and you--"
He cut me off. "You're the one that was kissing me!"
I stopped. "Okay, so?"
"So, I think you were secretly hoping that I wouldn't wake up so you could rape me while I was asleep!"
"In your deams, Michael! And besides, you can't rape the willing!" I stuck my tongue out and reached over to tickle him, but he caught my wrists, pulling my smaller form down on top of his.
"That's true, you can't. But I never said I wasn't willing..." He pushed himself up so he was sitting, and wrapped his arms around me, letting go of my wrists. His lips met mine, and he gently pulled me tighter against his body.
"And well, now that you mention it, I was having a rather pleasant dream." He pulled away so that our faces were a few inches apart. In the dim light attempting to sneak through the curtains, I could see the green in his usually brown eyes.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked, pushing a strand of messy blonde hair out of his face.
"Let's see...it involved you, and me, and a little less clothing..."
I couldn't help it. I pushed my lips against his, and pulled him tightly against me. I didn't want to stop kissing him, ever. And I knew that things were soon going to get to that point that they always got to, but God, he felt so good...
"Mikey, I have to get ready for work." I mumbled against his lips.
"Just five more minutes." He mumbled back, kissing me again, this time letting his tongue sneak into my mouth. He tasted so good too...
"Mikey, I mean it! I have to have a shower and get ready before I miss my bus!"
He stood up and pulled me into his arms, and proceeded to carry me out of the room.
"Mikey, fuck off! I have to get ready!" I whined, flailing in his arms like a small child.
He laughed, and kissed me again. "I'm going to help you, silly!" He said as he walked into the bathroom, turning on the light with his elbow, and placing me in the shower.
"Oh, no you're not! With you 'helping' me, it'll take twice as long, and then I'll have to explain to Cara how I missed my bus because my boyfriend was giving me a blow job, and there is NO WAY I'm doing that, mister!"
He smiled that devilish smile, and pushed the bathroom door closed with his foot, pushing his boxers to the floor and stepping out of them. I know he saw the way my eyes flickered down to Little Mikey. I know he knew that I was getting hard just looking at him. I know he knew what I was thinking.
"Oh, come on Frankie...you know you're not very good at washing yourself..." He stepped into the shower, and pushed me up against the wall. I could feel his already erect member pressing into my lower stomach. It felt good. I knew I was already hard. But then again, he knew it too. Fucking body.
"...but I'll miss my bus..." I protested weakly as he pulled on the tap, sending a spray of lukewarm water onto our bodies. It was really hard to remember why I was saying no to this in the first place, with his hot, and increasingly wet, deliciously naked body pressed so tightly against mine...
"I'll drive you then," was his reply, before smothering my lips with his. "You know you don't want me to stop."
"Obviously, I don't want you to, but--Oh GOD--" I rambled off as his hand reached under my now soaked boxers and grabbed my hardened member in his fist. He started rubbing his palm up and down, coaxing a moan from my clenched jaw. Fuck, he was too good at this.
I realized that there was no way in hell that I was going to make it to work on time.
Not that working was better than what Mikey's hands were doing to my cock.
"Fine, Mikey, you win," I breathed into his ear, sucking his earlobe into my mouth and biting down gently. He let out a little gasping noise, and pushed my boxers to the wet shower floor, gripping my hips in his hands, and grinding his hips down into mine.
"I always do," he answered smugly, and his mouth trailed kisses down my wet chest, sucking and nipping at my pert nipples.
My head rolled back, and I let it rest against the shower wall, closing my eyes, just revelling in the sensations Mikey was bestowing on my body. I could feel him pressed against me, the hardness of him hitting me in the gut, making me even harder. His fingers moved from my hips up my chest, to trail along my arms and back up to caress my jaw. He trailed little sucking kisses down my chest towards my abdomen, and then lower.
"Oh, fuck...fuck...." I mumbled as his mouth found me. I rolled my head forward, and watched as he took me in as deeply as he could. It was all I could do not to blow my load in his mouth just from the sight of his perfect pink lips around my dick.
"Mikey, you're so beautiful..." I gasped as his teeth grazed the underside of my shaft, and I let my fingers twine themselves into his messy blonde hair, now soaking wet. I gripped his hair in my fists, pulling gently and releasing as his head started bobbing up and down on my cock. "So fucking beautiful...." I didn't deserve him. I knew I didn't. If I did I wouldn't have...
He suddenly stopped and stood up, and I moaned from the sudden lack of friction. His hands came up to my face, he pressed his lips to mine softly, sweetly.
"Frankie, I love you so much..." He whispered as his eyes locked with mine. "I want to show you."
I knew what he meant. And as much as I had tried to put this off, I knew that I couldn't do it forever. I couldn't really come up with a good reason why we shouldn't. And I loved him. I did. So much. And it wouldn't be like I was cheating on someone if we did do it.
"I love you too." I kissed him back, my hands coming up to his cheeks, trailing my fingers down his jawbone. "I'm ready, Mikey."
His eyes widened, partly from excitement, partly from shock. "Really? Are you sure this time?" He didn't want me to back out at the last second like I had so many times before. I knew it was killing him, because it was honestly killing me too.
I nodded, and kissed him again, pulling him tightly against me.
No backing out this time. I had to show Mikey how much he meant to me.
And maybe it would make me feel a little less guilty.
We'd never done it before, and I knew that he'd never done it with a guy. But we'd heard stories from our other friends, so we knew well enough how it went. I more so than he.
He stuck two fingers into my mouth and I sucked them slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. He stretched me, and it still felt weird when I felt his fingers inside me. And it still hurt like hell when he entered me.
"Frankie..." he murmured against my cheek as he stilled himself, waiting for me to adjust around him. Finally I nodded, and he started moving slowly inside me.
I let out a quiet moan and pulled him in for a leisurely kiss. "Mikey..." I whispered into his ear as he kept pumping into me at a measured pace, "I love you."
His hands moved down my sides to attend to my painfully hard erection. I knew neither of us would last long. A few pumps with his hand, and I came all over the both of us, just before he came inside me.
We just stood there, our bodies connected, until our breathing slowed. I dragged his lips to mine, and kissed his softly, trying to convey everything that I was feeling at that moment with that one gesture. My heart was so full, I thought it was going to explode when he looked into my eyes and smiled that smile of his.
It felt like the most good and right thing that had ever happened to me.

"I love you too, baby." He grabbed the soap from the shelf, the mishcievous twinkle back in his eye. "Now how about that washing I promised you?"
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