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I even wrote a little ficlet! I am going to share it. Please keep in mind it's not beta'd and the first thing I've written in months, so it's probably rough. lol
Based off this prompt
here. Kevin's feet are foul. Just ask Mike. And their cat.
Being on tour, your sense of smell was usually the first thing to go. The combined smell of bandmates, sweat, tour bus and staleness, you just got used it and never noticed anything.
It was being off tour that Mike really wanted to keep that ability of not being able to smell anything.
He loved Kevin with all of his heart, but the smell currently coming off of Kevin’s feet, Mike was ready to bolt.
Mike watched with horror as their cat, poor innocent Spence-Wentz went to rub it’s cheek against Kevin’s big toe, paused and smelled the sock clad foot. It’s ears flattened back and the cat’s head turned away mouth opening in horror.
“Spenny?” Kevin cooed, trying to coax the cat back.
Upon the first syllable being cooed, the cat took off.
“What’s wrong with Spence-Wentz? And by the way, I still blame Pete for naming our cat that,” Kevin said as he looked at Mike.
“Um, Kevin, you know I love you,” Mike started.
“Yessss,” Kevin drawled, looking at Mike was crazy.
“But I can’t love your feet.”
Kevin snorted. “My feet?”
Mike nodded solmnely. “They smell wretched. I will love every bit of your body except your feet.”
“They don’t smell that bad,” Kevin said, rolling his eyes.
“And I think you’re delusional. Your feet smell, baby.”
“No they don’t.”
“Then why did our cat run away?” Mike pointed out. “He took one whiff and took off like a bat out of hell.”
Kevin glared at Mike. “They. Do. Not. Smell.”
Mike just raised an eyebrow, took out his cell and typed something on it.
“What are you doing?”
Mike just smirked and Kevin’s phone played the sound of the Minions from Despicable Me cackling. Glancing down at his phone, Kevin’s eyes narrowed. “You texted Joe?”
“He’s solid, he’d back me up.”
Kevin held up his phone to show Mike.
‘MIKE IS RIGHT. YOUR FEET STINK, KEVIN.’
Mike just smirked again and then yelped as Kevin tackled him off the couch.
They rolled around, smacks connecting before Kevin ended up sitting on Mike’s back and planted his feet on either side of Mike’s head. “My feet smell, huh?”
“Ugh! I’m dying! I’m dying!” Mike cried out as he tried not to inhale the smell.
“Smell ‘em, Mike!” Kevin cried out, shoving his sock clad feet into Mike’s face.
Mike retaliated by bringing a hand up and tickling Kevin’s foot.
Kevin yelped and kicked out, rolling off of Mike. “That was dirty pool, Mike.”
“All’s fair in love and war and not smelling those feet.”
Kevin smacked Mike’s leg.
“You really don’t smell it?” Mike asked as they laid beside each other on the floor.
“You and Joe are filled with lies,” Kevin protested.
Mike rolled his eyes, scrambled around and pulled off one of Kevin’s socks.
Kevin protested, trying to wiggle away. “Mike!”
Mike just tossed the sock and it landed on Kevin’s face.
Kevin yanked it off, opening his mouth to yell at Mike when he sniffed. He brought the sock up to his face and then yanked it away, making it a face.
Struggling not to laugh, Mike bit his lip looking at the faces Kevin was making before Kevin threw the sock away.
Kevin looked at Mike apologetic. “Well, maybe you and Joe have a point.”
Mike lost it right there and dissolved into laughter.