A Devil of a Bargain
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trista_zevkiaTitle: A Devil of a Bargain
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: Monkees
Characters/Pairing: Micky/Mike
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: SLASH un-beta'd
Summary: Jack looks for his Beanstalk.
Disclaimer: All this happened, more or less
Author's Notes: First fic in this fandom. Do let me know if it doesn't work for you or sound in character. Happy Halloween Ya'll!
A Devil of a Bargain
Peter was gone in a puff of smoke and Davy in the twinkling of a pretty girl’s eye. Which left Micky with one option, who even now sat in his room making mournful noises. Well, Mike was practicing on his steel guitar, but the instrument always sounded mournful to Micky. Mike only seemed to play it when he figured everyone else was out for a while, nights like tonight.
Peter and Davy had parties to go to and invited Micky along, but it was Halloween. Did no one understand this great American tradition? Mike was a good ole boy, so maybe he would. Micky held onto that thought and knocked softly before entering without permission.
“Hey, Mike?”
Mike warbled his cord before silencing the strings with the bar pick. The only way for the table and chair to fit into the room was for both to face the window, but Mike didn’t turn around as he answered. “Yes, Mic?”
“It’s Halloween.” Micky told Mike's strong back.
“Imagine that.”
Micky could accept the sarcasm, as he’d been talking about it since October first. “Peter and Davy are at parties.”
“Let me guess, Peter’s going as a hippy, and Davy as a love magnet.”
“Right. I’m going as Jack, but I need somebody to be my beanstalk. Somebody tall.”
Mike almost laughed at that one, and finally turned to look at Micky. “Don’t waste your flattery asking.”
“One of the Jolly Green Giants brought over his costume, so you’re set.”
“I’m not in the mood for a party.”
“Who said anything about a party?” Micky asked with his sweetest smile.
“You want to dress up just to hang out here?”
“Trick or treating, man! I refuse to believe I’m too old.”
“People opening their doors will believe it.” Mike said, moving the chair so he could face Micky better during this conversation.
“Worst they can do is not give me anything.”
“Worst they can do is call the fuzz.”
“So I need someone to come with me, watch my back.”
“Forget it.”
“Please Mike?” Micky wasn’t above begging, he just had to find the right note to hit with Mike. He hadn’t found it yet, but not for lack of trying. “For every door we ring, I’ll give you a piece of candy, even if they don’t.”
“I can buy some quicker.”
“Every doorbell, you get a dollar?”
“You’ve got two bucks to your name and the rent’s due tomorrow.”
“Anything you want, you name it you got it!”
“I don’t need or want anything you can afford to give, Mic. So give it up.”
“Please, Mike! I love trick or treating and I only get to do it once a year, I just need somebody to go with me.” Micky was frustrated again, as he so often was with Mike. Usually he was frustrated for a completely different reason, another subject he couldn’t approach good old boy Mike with. “A blow job!”
The shout jumped out of Micky’s head before he knew it was coming, as shocked by it as Mike was.
“Excuse me?”
“For every door we hit I’ll give you a blow job.” Now Micky was surprised by how reasonable his voice sounded when it bypassed his brain. As if that was a completely normal deal, apple for an orange, a candy bar for one with nuts, and trick or treating for sex. Micky thought leaving the room would be a good idea.
“Yeah, mocking me is a good way to get what you want.” Mike was back to controlling things, as he was so very good at.
Micky forced his brain passed the ideas of what it would like Mike to take control of, and to thoughts about what Mike meant. “What are you talking about?”
“How long did you think you three could suck each other off before I found out? I’ve known forever.”
“How’s that mocking you, man?”
“Never mind, get out and go find someone you want to hang out with.” Mike started to turn away, and Micky jumped forward.
Landing between Mike’s legs, Micky kept him pinned while he asked. “You’re mad because you weren’t invited?”
“Whatever. Go away.”
“Mike, baby, Peter started that. He thought it get me over a crush on a totally straight guy. You.”
“Don’t bother, I can handle not being part of your group.”
“Mike!” Micky started, but saw the closed look on Mike’s face. He wasn’t about to listen to Micky’s arguments, believing his interpretation of things. “You’ve got two choices. You can get up and go find Peter, ask him why he sucked me off that first time.”
“Not in a party mood. So what’s this second choice you think I have?” There was a touch of threat in Mike’s calm voice. They both knew Micky was a tough scrapper, but Mike was a fighter.
“Drop your pants and let me prove my attraction to you.”
“Not going with that option either.” Mike’s voice was still strong, but Micky saw the desire flare across his face.
“How about, you drop your pants and prove you’re not interested, and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Forever?”
“Scouts honor, I’ll never mention it again.”
“You were never a scout.”
“And you were never good at stalling.”
“Fine!” Mike shoved Micky back, so he could stand and undo his pants. His boxers had seen better days, but Mike kept them on as he sat back down. He purposely sat on the chair, avoiding the other furniture in the room, the two beds. “See? Nothing interesting going on here.”
“I never said that counts a proof.”
“Proof?” Mike’s control wavered for a second, and Micky saw it as a conquest.
Sliding into Mike’s lap, Micky leaned in and kissed him; putting everything he had into the kiss. This might be his only chance, and he was giving it his all before he gave up.
Mike wasn’t expecting kissing, as that wasn’t something the guys did on nights without dates. Those nights were about getting your rocks off, not what Micky was doing. Mike tried not to admit it, but he liked it. Micky had great lips, soft and compliant, but a daring tongue. For a drummer, Micky had really skilled hands. Instead of grabbing, they were sliding through Mike’s hair, tickling skin. And then, Micky cheated.
Tickling a finger through Mike’s left sideburn, Micky nuzzled into Mike’s right ear. “Peter’s treatment didn’t work. I’m still in love with you.”
Micky waited for Mike to form a response, which Mike thought was nice of him. Mike couldn’t think of anything else except how thoughtful Micky was, how nice he felt sitting on Mike, how good his smelled, and that wild hair Mike had always wanted to touch. “I love you too.”
Micky jerked backward, staring at Mike.
It occurred to Mike that he’d just been played like a fiddle, and he didn’t like it. Hands curling to fists, Mike got ready to move, but Micky moved first. Dropping to his knees, Micky dug into Mike’s boxers, happily pulling out Mike’s cock. It responded, growing with each gentle stroke. Micky couldn’t wait long enough to see it fully grown and bent down to take it in his mouth.
Mike made a surprised noise, and let one hand reach down to stroke Micky’s hair. Every other muscle was frozen, least he move and wake from this dream.
Micky used everything Peter had shown him about giving a guy pleasure, until Mike couldn't resist him. Mike’s long fingers tightened their hold and Mike moaned, giving Micky something to swallow. Micky moved back to Mikes lap, stopping only to drop his clothes. When it looked like Mike was focusing again, Micky smiled at him.
“Mic…” Mike swallowed and tried again. “One of those for every house we visit?”
“Or one of those every night of your life, forever.”
“You don’t want to go trick or treating?”
“I’m not sharing your magic beanstalk with anybody.”
Mike flushed and Micky thought he looked beautiful that way. Instead of telling him so, Micky leaned in for another kiss. Mike meet him halfway, and Micky got the greatest prize of the night.
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: Monkees
Characters/Pairing: Micky/Mike
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: SLASH un-beta'd
Summary: Jack looks for his Beanstalk.
Disclaimer: All this happened, more or less
Author's Notes: First fic in this fandom. Do let me know if it doesn't work for you or sound in character. Happy Halloween Ya'll!
A Devil of a Bargain
Peter was gone in a puff of smoke and Davy in the twinkling of a pretty girl’s eye. Which left Micky with one option, who even now sat in his room making mournful noises. Well, Mike was practicing on his steel guitar, but the instrument always sounded mournful to Micky. Mike only seemed to play it when he figured everyone else was out for a while, nights like tonight.
Peter and Davy had parties to go to and invited Micky along, but it was Halloween. Did no one understand this great American tradition? Mike was a good ole boy, so maybe he would. Micky held onto that thought and knocked softly before entering without permission.
“Hey, Mike?”
Mike warbled his cord before silencing the strings with the bar pick. The only way for the table and chair to fit into the room was for both to face the window, but Mike didn’t turn around as he answered. “Yes, Mic?”
“It’s Halloween.” Micky told Mike's strong back.
“Imagine that.”
Micky could accept the sarcasm, as he’d been talking about it since October first. “Peter and Davy are at parties.”
“Let me guess, Peter’s going as a hippy, and Davy as a love magnet.”
“Right. I’m going as Jack, but I need somebody to be my beanstalk. Somebody tall.”
Mike almost laughed at that one, and finally turned to look at Micky. “Don’t waste your flattery asking.”
“One of the Jolly Green Giants brought over his costume, so you’re set.”
“I’m not in the mood for a party.”
“Who said anything about a party?” Micky asked with his sweetest smile.
“You want to dress up just to hang out here?”
“Trick or treating, man! I refuse to believe I’m too old.”
“People opening their doors will believe it.” Mike said, moving the chair so he could face Micky better during this conversation.
“Worst they can do is not give me anything.”
“Worst they can do is call the fuzz.”
“So I need someone to come with me, watch my back.”
“Forget it.”
“Please Mike?” Micky wasn’t above begging, he just had to find the right note to hit with Mike. He hadn’t found it yet, but not for lack of trying. “For every door we ring, I’ll give you a piece of candy, even if they don’t.”
“I can buy some quicker.”
“Every doorbell, you get a dollar?”
“You’ve got two bucks to your name and the rent’s due tomorrow.”
“Anything you want, you name it you got it!”
“I don’t need or want anything you can afford to give, Mic. So give it up.”
“Please, Mike! I love trick or treating and I only get to do it once a year, I just need somebody to go with me.” Micky was frustrated again, as he so often was with Mike. Usually he was frustrated for a completely different reason, another subject he couldn’t approach good old boy Mike with. “A blow job!”
The shout jumped out of Micky’s head before he knew it was coming, as shocked by it as Mike was.
“Excuse me?”
“For every door we hit I’ll give you a blow job.” Now Micky was surprised by how reasonable his voice sounded when it bypassed his brain. As if that was a completely normal deal, apple for an orange, a candy bar for one with nuts, and trick or treating for sex. Micky thought leaving the room would be a good idea.
“Yeah, mocking me is a good way to get what you want.” Mike was back to controlling things, as he was so very good at.
Micky forced his brain passed the ideas of what it would like Mike to take control of, and to thoughts about what Mike meant. “What are you talking about?”
“How long did you think you three could suck each other off before I found out? I’ve known forever.”
“How’s that mocking you, man?”
“Never mind, get out and go find someone you want to hang out with.” Mike started to turn away, and Micky jumped forward.
Landing between Mike’s legs, Micky kept him pinned while he asked. “You’re mad because you weren’t invited?”
“Whatever. Go away.”
“Mike, baby, Peter started that. He thought it get me over a crush on a totally straight guy. You.”
“Don’t bother, I can handle not being part of your group.”
“Mike!” Micky started, but saw the closed look on Mike’s face. He wasn’t about to listen to Micky’s arguments, believing his interpretation of things. “You’ve got two choices. You can get up and go find Peter, ask him why he sucked me off that first time.”
“Not in a party mood. So what’s this second choice you think I have?” There was a touch of threat in Mike’s calm voice. They both knew Micky was a tough scrapper, but Mike was a fighter.
“Drop your pants and let me prove my attraction to you.”
“Not going with that option either.” Mike’s voice was still strong, but Micky saw the desire flare across his face.
“How about, you drop your pants and prove you’re not interested, and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Forever?”
“Scouts honor, I’ll never mention it again.”
“You were never a scout.”
“And you were never good at stalling.”
“Fine!” Mike shoved Micky back, so he could stand and undo his pants. His boxers had seen better days, but Mike kept them on as he sat back down. He purposely sat on the chair, avoiding the other furniture in the room, the two beds. “See? Nothing interesting going on here.”
“I never said that counts a proof.”
“Proof?” Mike’s control wavered for a second, and Micky saw it as a conquest.
Sliding into Mike’s lap, Micky leaned in and kissed him; putting everything he had into the kiss. This might be his only chance, and he was giving it his all before he gave up.
Mike wasn’t expecting kissing, as that wasn’t something the guys did on nights without dates. Those nights were about getting your rocks off, not what Micky was doing. Mike tried not to admit it, but he liked it. Micky had great lips, soft and compliant, but a daring tongue. For a drummer, Micky had really skilled hands. Instead of grabbing, they were sliding through Mike’s hair, tickling skin. And then, Micky cheated.
Tickling a finger through Mike’s left sideburn, Micky nuzzled into Mike’s right ear. “Peter’s treatment didn’t work. I’m still in love with you.”
Micky waited for Mike to form a response, which Mike thought was nice of him. Mike couldn’t think of anything else except how thoughtful Micky was, how nice he felt sitting on Mike, how good his smelled, and that wild hair Mike had always wanted to touch. “I love you too.”
Micky jerked backward, staring at Mike.
It occurred to Mike that he’d just been played like a fiddle, and he didn’t like it. Hands curling to fists, Mike got ready to move, but Micky moved first. Dropping to his knees, Micky dug into Mike’s boxers, happily pulling out Mike’s cock. It responded, growing with each gentle stroke. Micky couldn’t wait long enough to see it fully grown and bent down to take it in his mouth.
Mike made a surprised noise, and let one hand reach down to stroke Micky’s hair. Every other muscle was frozen, least he move and wake from this dream.
Micky used everything Peter had shown him about giving a guy pleasure, until Mike couldn't resist him. Mike’s long fingers tightened their hold and Mike moaned, giving Micky something to swallow. Micky moved back to Mikes lap, stopping only to drop his clothes. When it looked like Mike was focusing again, Micky smiled at him.
“Mic…” Mike swallowed and tried again. “One of those for every house we visit?”
“Or one of those every night of your life, forever.”
“You don’t want to go trick or treating?”
“I’m not sharing your magic beanstalk with anybody.”
Mike flushed and Micky thought he looked beautiful that way. Instead of telling him so, Micky leaned in for another kiss. Mike meet him halfway, and Micky got the greatest prize of the night.
