California King - 1/1
Title: California King
Author: xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Rating:PG-13
Warning: none.
Disclaimer: All fictional, nothing real here, unfortunately.
Notes: So this is inspired by the song California King by Rhianna. Don't judge! ;)
Summary: “You just really suit California.” Ray smiles and Mikey frowns before leaning in and jutting his pointy nose against Ray’s cheek, nuzzling softly.
Mikey sighs as he leans against the cool metal of the balcony, soon feeling his boyfriend’s arms wrap around his middle as he looks out on the hills of Hollywood.
“Tell me again why we had to move here?” Ray sighs as he feels his skin itch beneath a thin shirt he’s wearing. It’s the only shirt he owns that is light enough to wear in this heat, and the only next solution would be to strip naked, but they have a lot of unpacking to do and he doesn’t think that’s going to help them get settled in to their new home, not yet anyway.
Ray doesn’t mind, not really. He loves Mikey and he loves his band, and if moving to Cali-fuckin’-fornia where it’s hotter than a Jersey summer at night will make them happy, he’s game.
Mikey laughs a little and falls back in to Ray’s embrace, absolutely loving the feel of the sun against his skin and his boyfriend’s arms around his waist. “Well my brother up and left, and if I don’t follow him you know how pissy he gets...”
Ray laughs a little, right in to Mikey’s ear and it’s just quiet enough to send a shiver through Mikey’s body, his boyfriend’s hot breath against his skin.
“I don’t like the heat.” Ray complains and even though he’s roasting and holding Mikey like this is probably making him warmer, he won’t stop, he’ll just put up with the annoying beads of sweat rolling down the back of his neck, making his hair limp and fairly unattractive, he feels.
“I know, we’re getting the AC fixed in a few days though, you’ll feel better then.” Mikey promises and Ray nods against his shoulder where he’s resting his chin, looking out across the city and towards the scorching sun. “You could always go and sit in the car?”
“Good point, Mikeyway.” Ray smiles and kisses Mikey’s blonde hair, nuzzling his nose in to the sweaty mass. “Y’know, you kinda suit Hollywood...” Ray mumbles against Mikey’s hair.
Mikey scoffs. “Why? I’m a loser from Jersey, I don’t want that to change.”
Ray hums and kisses at Mikey’s head again, using one hand to stroke at the skin on Mikey’s hips, his shirt riding up to display skin and hipbone.
“You just have this look...blonde hair, Ray-Bans...you just fit.” Ray sighs and looks out towards the sun again, mentally reminding himself that he is really going to have to go shopping for some new sunglasses, and of course some wafer-thin shirts because he is convinced he’s going to die in this heat, or at least melt.
“I look like the same old Mikey as before...” Mikey claims and glances down at himself, looking at himself as to check nothing’s changed in the last ten minutes or so because moments like that come from watching far too many sci-fi programmes about morphing and shape-shifters, or something.
Mikey turns around slowly in Ray’s arms then, pushing his glasses from his eyes and propping them on his head, pushing his blonde fringe back with them. He’s already turning a gorgeous shade of brown and even though Ray loves pale, Jersey Mikey he’s pretty sure he can get on board with tan, gorgeous Hollywood Mikey because really, his boyfriend is gorgeous however he looks.
“You just really suit California.” Ray smiles and Mikey frowns before leaning in and jutting his pointy nose against Ray’s cheek, nuzzling softly.
“I don’t want to look like something out of Beverly Hills 902-whatever, or something...” Mikey mumbles against Ray’s cheek and feels his boyfriend laugh a little.
“No, I don’t mean like that.” Ray leans forward and kisses Mikey’s lips, soft and quick but it’s enough to make Mikey sigh and smile a little, tightening his grip on Ray’s hips. “I just mean...you look happy here. You love the sun.”
Mikey nods and hums as Ray leans forward to peck his lips again.
“You could be my California King...” Ray mumbles and even he cringes as he speaks but Mikey finds it funny as he blushes a little and leans forward to rest his head on Ray’s shoulder.
“Just wait...” Mikey starts as he wraps his arms around Ray now. “I’ll be buying Speedos soon and basting myself in tanning oil...”
Ray snickers and shakes his head. “No, as soon as I see you so much as looking at Speedos or oil, we’re on a flight back to cold Jersey, right.”
Mikey licks his lips and smiles. “Right.”
Author: xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Rating:PG-13
Warning: none.
Disclaimer: All fictional, nothing real here, unfortunately.
Notes: So this is inspired by the song California King by Rhianna. Don't judge! ;)
Summary: “You just really suit California.” Ray smiles and Mikey frowns before leaning in and jutting his pointy nose against Ray’s cheek, nuzzling softly.
Mikey sighs as he leans against the cool metal of the balcony, soon feeling his boyfriend’s arms wrap around his middle as he looks out on the hills of Hollywood.
“Tell me again why we had to move here?” Ray sighs as he feels his skin itch beneath a thin shirt he’s wearing. It’s the only shirt he owns that is light enough to wear in this heat, and the only next solution would be to strip naked, but they have a lot of unpacking to do and he doesn’t think that’s going to help them get settled in to their new home, not yet anyway.
Ray doesn’t mind, not really. He loves Mikey and he loves his band, and if moving to Cali-fuckin’-fornia where it’s hotter than a Jersey summer at night will make them happy, he’s game.
Mikey laughs a little and falls back in to Ray’s embrace, absolutely loving the feel of the sun against his skin and his boyfriend’s arms around his waist. “Well my brother up and left, and if I don’t follow him you know how pissy he gets...”
Ray laughs a little, right in to Mikey’s ear and it’s just quiet enough to send a shiver through Mikey’s body, his boyfriend’s hot breath against his skin.
“I don’t like the heat.” Ray complains and even though he’s roasting and holding Mikey like this is probably making him warmer, he won’t stop, he’ll just put up with the annoying beads of sweat rolling down the back of his neck, making his hair limp and fairly unattractive, he feels.
“I know, we’re getting the AC fixed in a few days though, you’ll feel better then.” Mikey promises and Ray nods against his shoulder where he’s resting his chin, looking out across the city and towards the scorching sun. “You could always go and sit in the car?”
“Good point, Mikeyway.” Ray smiles and kisses Mikey’s blonde hair, nuzzling his nose in to the sweaty mass. “Y’know, you kinda suit Hollywood...” Ray mumbles against Mikey’s hair.
Mikey scoffs. “Why? I’m a loser from Jersey, I don’t want that to change.”
Ray hums and kisses at Mikey’s head again, using one hand to stroke at the skin on Mikey’s hips, his shirt riding up to display skin and hipbone.
“You just have this look...blonde hair, Ray-Bans...you just fit.” Ray sighs and looks out towards the sun again, mentally reminding himself that he is really going to have to go shopping for some new sunglasses, and of course some wafer-thin shirts because he is convinced he’s going to die in this heat, or at least melt.
“I look like the same old Mikey as before...” Mikey claims and glances down at himself, looking at himself as to check nothing’s changed in the last ten minutes or so because moments like that come from watching far too many sci-fi programmes about morphing and shape-shifters, or something.
Mikey turns around slowly in Ray’s arms then, pushing his glasses from his eyes and propping them on his head, pushing his blonde fringe back with them. He’s already turning a gorgeous shade of brown and even though Ray loves pale, Jersey Mikey he’s pretty sure he can get on board with tan, gorgeous Hollywood Mikey because really, his boyfriend is gorgeous however he looks.
“You just really suit California.” Ray smiles and Mikey frowns before leaning in and jutting his pointy nose against Ray’s cheek, nuzzling softly.
“I don’t want to look like something out of Beverly Hills 902-whatever, or something...” Mikey mumbles against Ray’s cheek and feels his boyfriend laugh a little.
“No, I don’t mean like that.” Ray leans forward and kisses Mikey’s lips, soft and quick but it’s enough to make Mikey sigh and smile a little, tightening his grip on Ray’s hips. “I just mean...you look happy here. You love the sun.”
Mikey nods and hums as Ray leans forward to peck his lips again.
“You could be my California King...” Ray mumbles and even he cringes as he speaks but Mikey finds it funny as he blushes a little and leans forward to rest his head on Ray’s shoulder.
“Just wait...” Mikey starts as he wraps his arms around Ray now. “I’ll be buying Speedos soon and basting myself in tanning oil...”
Ray snickers and shakes his head. “No, as soon as I see you so much as looking at Speedos or oil, we’re on a flight back to cold Jersey, right.”
Mikey licks his lips and smiles. “Right.”