Bingo Fic: Ready and Willing
Title: Ready and Willing
Author: akire_yta
Pairing: skippy! (est. relationship)
A/N: for my bingo card square 'sex pollen.' flashfic, so unbeta-ed
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Mike’s furious, and guilty that he’s angry, and a whirling maelstrom of other emotions he doesn’t want to quantify. He leans against the wall of the corridor, palms flat against the peeling paint, head bowed, and then pushes off hard, too frustrated to stay still.
The first day, he’d stayed away once it was clear that Kevin didn’t want him, and didn’t need him there. The second, because sometimes that shit lingered in your system for days, and Mike didn’t want to be there for the hangover. By the end of the third day, he’d just admitted to himself that he was avoiding Kevin. Today, the fourth day since it had happened, Kevin had left a text on his phone asking to meet him here.
Mike very nearly hadn’t shown, but if he was going to be dumped, it would be to his fucking face.
“Mike?” His head snaps up as Kevin approaches slowly. Even accounting for the sickly fluorescent light from the strips overhead, Kevin looks wan and pale, a little shaky. He hesitates, aborting a move to touch Mike before his arms are even halfway extended.
Mike folds his arms before they do anything stupid. He scowls at Kevin. “You feeling better?” he asks gruffly, unsure what else to say.
Kevin nods, fidgeting with his fingers. That fucking ring catches the light, mocking Mike with its glittering shine. Kevin follows Mike’s gaze, and his hands drop to his sides. “But you’d know that, if you had stuck around,” Kevin adds softly.
Mike laughs bitterly. “Oh, I think you made it pretty clear that you didn’t want me anywhere near you,” he snarls.
“Mike,” Kevin begins.
“Don’t,” Mike snaps. His fingers are digging into his flesh, where they’re wrapped around the opposite forearm. “You were skyhigh on pollen, roofied beyond all belief, pretty much crawling out of your skin, but you pushed me away.” He shook his head, trying to shake off the prickly feeling crawling over his skin. “There’s a reason it’s called sex pollen, it pulls down your defenses, turns you over to lust. But it also makes you honest. They found it looking for a truth serum, did you know?” He swallows around the tightness in his throat. Kevin is just staring at a point between Mike’s feet, taking it. “And, well, I guess we both learned the truth about how you feel about me, didn’t we? I was willing to be patient, but really, it has nothing to do with that fucking ring and everything to do with how I repulse you so much you pretty much ran and hid when I tried to touch you.” Mike was shaking, almost exhausted by the torrent of words. “So why don’t we do ourselves a favour and end this quick, huh?”
At that, Kevin’s head snapped up. He took two quick steps, grabbed Mike’s head in his hands and pulled him down into a searing kiss before Mike could even blink. He kissed back on instinct for a second before remembering the way Kevin had fled from him. He wrenched his head back, pushing Kevin away hard enough to make him stumble. Kevin was breathing hard as he watched Mike wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “Wow,” Mike said sarcastically. “They really don’t give your acting skills enough credit, do they?”
Kevin’s eyes flared. “Just shut up and listen before you say something we both regret, okay?”
Mike blinked, so unused to hearing Kevin use that tone. Kevin capitalized on his silence. “I wasn’t running from you, you idiot. I was running from the drug. I didn’t want it to ruin us.”
Mike frowned, but closed his mouth as Kevin imperiously held up a finger, demanding silence. Kevin took a shaky breath. “Mike, I love you.” Mike blinked, feeling like he’d been punched in the gut. But Kevin was still talking. “I love you so much, and I know that you’re it for me, you’ll be the one, if you’ll still have me. But I want it to be special, it needs to be right. And that drug? It wasn’t right. Have you ever been dosed with pollen?” he challenged.
Mike shook his head slowly from side to side.
Kevin huffed, running his fingers through his hair. “You feel disorientated, and everything feels wrong against you skin, even the air. Then someone touches you and all you want is more. And I know what they say, if you give in, it makes the drug metabolize faster, but I’ve held on this far Mike.” He glared at him, steely-eyed. “I’ve held on, though god knows how much I’ve wanted to. And…I want to remember our first time, Mike. I want it to be special, about us. Not about some stupid powder some jerk mixed into my drink.” He took half a step closer. Mike stared, wide-eyed and hypnotized by what Kevin was saying. “Fighting it back, pushing you away? It felt like cutting off my hand would have been easier. But I did it because I want us to be for real. No questions about what was the drug and what wasn’t. No hazy memories. Just us.”
His hand snaked out and slid into Mike’s like it belonged there. “You were screaming,” Mike said, dazed. “Like you were burning, and I knew how I could have helped, but you kept pushing me away.” He held on tighter. "You were hurting, and I wanted to help you, I wanted to stop it hurting you, anyway I could."
Kevin nodded gently. “It hurt,” he acknowledged. “But even drugged, I…it just felt wrong, somehow. Do you understand what I’m saying?” He squeezed Mike’s hand for emphasis. “I didn’t want it, not like that.”
Mike nodded gently. “I do, I guess.” He looked into Kevin’s eyes. “But you know I wouldn’t have let it hurt us, right?”
Kevin smiled, soft and wry. “Drugged, remember,” he said lightly, tapping his chest. “It was kind of hard to form a complex argument.” He sighed. “Are we going to be okay?”
Mike nodded, pulling Kevin into his chest, gathering him into a hug. “I understand why you pushed me away,” he said gently. “I don’t believe it’d have destroyed us, but I get why you did it.” Kevin nodded, chin scraping lightly against his chest, arms resting lightly around Mike’s waist like they belonged. Mike dropped a kiss onto his head. “But yeah, we’re okay.”
Kevin buried closer, like he was trying to make up for every lost touch over the last four days. “Soon,” he said like a promise. “Soon, I’ll be ready.”
Mike closed his eyes and leaned forward until Kevin’s curls brushed and snagged against his stubble. “Take as long as you need. I'll wait for you.”
Author: akire_yta
Pairing: skippy! (est. relationship)
A/N: for my bingo card square 'sex pollen.' flashfic, so unbeta-ed
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Mike’s furious, and guilty that he’s angry, and a whirling maelstrom of other emotions he doesn’t want to quantify. He leans against the wall of the corridor, palms flat against the peeling paint, head bowed, and then pushes off hard, too frustrated to stay still.
The first day, he’d stayed away once it was clear that Kevin didn’t want him, and didn’t need him there. The second, because sometimes that shit lingered in your system for days, and Mike didn’t want to be there for the hangover. By the end of the third day, he’d just admitted to himself that he was avoiding Kevin. Today, the fourth day since it had happened, Kevin had left a text on his phone asking to meet him here.
Mike very nearly hadn’t shown, but if he was going to be dumped, it would be to his fucking face.
“Mike?” His head snaps up as Kevin approaches slowly. Even accounting for the sickly fluorescent light from the strips overhead, Kevin looks wan and pale, a little shaky. He hesitates, aborting a move to touch Mike before his arms are even halfway extended.
Mike folds his arms before they do anything stupid. He scowls at Kevin. “You feeling better?” he asks gruffly, unsure what else to say.
Kevin nods, fidgeting with his fingers. That fucking ring catches the light, mocking Mike with its glittering shine. Kevin follows Mike’s gaze, and his hands drop to his sides. “But you’d know that, if you had stuck around,” Kevin adds softly.
Mike laughs bitterly. “Oh, I think you made it pretty clear that you didn’t want me anywhere near you,” he snarls.
“Mike,” Kevin begins.
“Don’t,” Mike snaps. His fingers are digging into his flesh, where they’re wrapped around the opposite forearm. “You were skyhigh on pollen, roofied beyond all belief, pretty much crawling out of your skin, but you pushed me away.” He shook his head, trying to shake off the prickly feeling crawling over his skin. “There’s a reason it’s called sex pollen, it pulls down your defenses, turns you over to lust. But it also makes you honest. They found it looking for a truth serum, did you know?” He swallows around the tightness in his throat. Kevin is just staring at a point between Mike’s feet, taking it. “And, well, I guess we both learned the truth about how you feel about me, didn’t we? I was willing to be patient, but really, it has nothing to do with that fucking ring and everything to do with how I repulse you so much you pretty much ran and hid when I tried to touch you.” Mike was shaking, almost exhausted by the torrent of words. “So why don’t we do ourselves a favour and end this quick, huh?”
At that, Kevin’s head snapped up. He took two quick steps, grabbed Mike’s head in his hands and pulled him down into a searing kiss before Mike could even blink. He kissed back on instinct for a second before remembering the way Kevin had fled from him. He wrenched his head back, pushing Kevin away hard enough to make him stumble. Kevin was breathing hard as he watched Mike wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “Wow,” Mike said sarcastically. “They really don’t give your acting skills enough credit, do they?”
Kevin’s eyes flared. “Just shut up and listen before you say something we both regret, okay?”
Mike blinked, so unused to hearing Kevin use that tone. Kevin capitalized on his silence. “I wasn’t running from you, you idiot. I was running from the drug. I didn’t want it to ruin us.”
Mike frowned, but closed his mouth as Kevin imperiously held up a finger, demanding silence. Kevin took a shaky breath. “Mike, I love you.” Mike blinked, feeling like he’d been punched in the gut. But Kevin was still talking. “I love you so much, and I know that you’re it for me, you’ll be the one, if you’ll still have me. But I want it to be special, it needs to be right. And that drug? It wasn’t right. Have you ever been dosed with pollen?” he challenged.
Mike shook his head slowly from side to side.
Kevin huffed, running his fingers through his hair. “You feel disorientated, and everything feels wrong against you skin, even the air. Then someone touches you and all you want is more. And I know what they say, if you give in, it makes the drug metabolize faster, but I’ve held on this far Mike.” He glared at him, steely-eyed. “I’ve held on, though god knows how much I’ve wanted to. And…I want to remember our first time, Mike. I want it to be special, about us. Not about some stupid powder some jerk mixed into my drink.” He took half a step closer. Mike stared, wide-eyed and hypnotized by what Kevin was saying. “Fighting it back, pushing you away? It felt like cutting off my hand would have been easier. But I did it because I want us to be for real. No questions about what was the drug and what wasn’t. No hazy memories. Just us.”
His hand snaked out and slid into Mike’s like it belonged there. “You were screaming,” Mike said, dazed. “Like you were burning, and I knew how I could have helped, but you kept pushing me away.” He held on tighter. "You were hurting, and I wanted to help you, I wanted to stop it hurting you, anyway I could."
Kevin nodded gently. “It hurt,” he acknowledged. “But even drugged, I…it just felt wrong, somehow. Do you understand what I’m saying?” He squeezed Mike’s hand for emphasis. “I didn’t want it, not like that.”
Mike nodded gently. “I do, I guess.” He looked into Kevin’s eyes. “But you know I wouldn’t have let it hurt us, right?”
Kevin smiled, soft and wry. “Drugged, remember,” he said lightly, tapping his chest. “It was kind of hard to form a complex argument.” He sighed. “Are we going to be okay?”
Mike nodded, pulling Kevin into his chest, gathering him into a hug. “I understand why you pushed me away,” he said gently. “I don’t believe it’d have destroyed us, but I get why you did it.” Kevin nodded, chin scraping lightly against his chest, arms resting lightly around Mike’s waist like they belonged. Mike dropped a kiss onto his head. “But yeah, we’re okay.”
Kevin buried closer, like he was trying to make up for every lost touch over the last four days. “Soon,” he said like a promise. “Soon, I’ll be ready.”
Mike closed his eyes and leaned forward until Kevin’s curls brushed and snagged against his stubble. “Take as long as you need. I'll wait for you.”