In Love With Himself [1/1]
Title: In Love With Himself [1/1]
Author: my_life_myway33
Pairing: Mikey Way/Michael Way
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Mikey always knew he'd be the perfect lover.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words and the plot.
Word Count: 1,204
Mikey stood at the mirror preening himself. He had to look good for the fans. Or so he told himself that, but in reality he was doing it for himself, he loved the way he looked. He was one of the few people who could honestly say he liked himself in every possible way. No fuck that, he was in love with himself.
He wasn’t self centered, oh no, not that, but he was in love with himself. He loved everything about himself, loved the way his hair framed his face perfectly, loved his new face, now minus glasses, loved his lips, kind of on the thin side, but he like them that way. Loved his chin, so perfectly square. Loved the way his body looked, skinny as a rail, but with a smattering of muscle. This was also a man who loved self exploration. He loved to feel his own skin beneath his hands, especially when he was in the throws of a climax.
So he would stand in front of the mirrors most mornings and admire his body, his scars from the fall from that tree that his older brother had dared him to climb, his chest and abs, his ass, his very nice sized member, even soft it was big. That was what made him proudest of all, he was well hung. He smiled as he fiddled with his hair a little more then stepped back to admire what had taken him two hours to perfect. He looked perfect. As he went to turn around something in the mirror caught his eye, there were two of him now, instead of just the one. Slowly Mikey turned around and found his twin standing behind him, just as perfect as the original.
“Who are you?” Mikey asked his twin. His twin gave this half smile.
“I’m you.”
“But why are you here?”
“Because, I’ve come to give you your greatest wish.” Mikey’s jaw dropped, his deepest, darkest wish, the one he wouldn’t even admit to himself? “Yes that one Mikey. The one you’ve wanted granted since you were fifteen. I’m here to give you your own body.” Mikey could not believe this. To have sex with himself wasn’t humanly possible, it just wasn’t. Sure it was something he had wanted for years, because he felt he was the perfect person to sleep with, he was perfect after all. He watched as his twin walked up to him and placed a hot, open mouthed kiss on Mikey’s lips. The twin, or mirage, or figment of Mikey’s imagination, whatever it was, ran its hands down Mikey’s torso to his waistline and back up to wrap around his neck. Mikey didn’t, no couldn’t kiss back, this was all too weird. The twin pulled back, “You’re over thinking this baby. Just go with it. Enjoy it. Come on, let’s go somewhere we can be more comfortable.” The twin took Mikey’s hand and led him out to the bedroom.
Twin just didn’t fit. What am I supposed to call this, this, thing anyway?
“Call me what you secretly want to be called.”
“Michael.” It was breathy and laced with wanton pleasure. Secretly all his life he had wanted to be Michael, but when he was three Gerard started calling him Mikey and it had stuck, Mikey and Mikes, never Michael. Michael laid his counterpart down on the bed and settled on top of him, placing another searing open mouthed kiss on Mikey’s lips. Mikey still did not respond.
“Oh come on now, relax. You know how badly you want this, so take it.”
“But the guys.”
“You still have an hour.”
“Alicia.”
“Will never have to know.” Mikey had no more protests in him, he wanted this, it was apparent by the obvious bulge in his tight jeans, so why fight it anymore? Mikey pulled his twin’s head down for another lip burning kiss. They started going at each other with teeth and tongue, something Mikey loved when kissing, but something Alicia really didn’t. Their kisses were always soft and gently, this was rough and animalistic. Mikey and his twin both moaned in unison and started grinding hard against each other. Hips connected as Mikey’s twin, Michael, now hovered over him. They broke the kiss long enough to lose shirts, then reconnected. Mikey started to work on his twin’s belt, pant button and zipper, and started tugging the tight fabric down his own perfect hips. Michael did the same thing, with the aid of Mikey lifting his hips; he had him naked in no time flat. Both boys now lay naked one on top of the other and to anybody who would have walked in, it would seem bizarre and wrong on so many levels. Was this incest? Fucking yourself?
“I don’t know.”
“Ok the whole reading my thoughts thing is getting a little creepy.”
“Sorry, I’ll try to stop.” Michael bent down and started kissing Mikey again as he positioned himself at Mikey’s entrance. Mikey wrapped his legs around his own hips and waited for the slight pain he would feel, but the ultimate pleasure he would get from it. Michael was not soft or gentle, slow or steady, he shoved in. One quick stroke and he had Mikey screaming in pain and pleasure as with the first stroke he hit Mikey’s prostate dead on.
“Oh my fuck!” Michael smiled widely and withdrew then slid back in to the hilt, much slower this time, for he knew how Mikey liked it, soft and slow, but with a hint of roughness. Mikey started sliding his hands up and down his twin’s back felling the smoothness he had never felt before. Michael set up a steady pace as he stared intently into Mikey’s hazel eyes, now a dark green from lust and need. Mikey had stopped thinking completely, his whole being focused on two things, one the hot, hard member sliding in and out of him at a perfect rate, and two the feel of the skin beneath his hands. No there was a third thing he was focused on, the hands that were bruising his hips. The pleasure rose inside of both men as the pace began to quicken, as the sweat began to drip down their bodies, and as their moans became louder and more intense. Soon Mikey was digging his nails into his twins back, he dragged his nails down leaving read scratch marks and trials of blood as his orgasm finally over took him. He screamed out, arched his back, and released. Michael was right with him, slamming into Mikey once more before letting himself lose it.
Once the act was over, once both men had regained themselves. They got up and dressed and with one more kiss Michael was gone, never to be seen again.
Gerard began pounding on Mikey’s hotel door, “Come on bro we have to go now!”
“Coming!” Mikey opened the door, cheeks flushed, hair matted down to his forehead, and clothes a little askew.
“Dude, you look like you just when a round with someone in the sack. Is Alicia here?”
“No.”
“Then why do you look like that?”
“Trust me, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Author: my_life_myway33
Pairing: Mikey Way/Michael Way
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Mikey always knew he'd be the perfect lover.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words and the plot.
Word Count: 1,204
Mikey stood at the mirror preening himself. He had to look good for the fans. Or so he told himself that, but in reality he was doing it for himself, he loved the way he looked. He was one of the few people who could honestly say he liked himself in every possible way. No fuck that, he was in love with himself.
He wasn’t self centered, oh no, not that, but he was in love with himself. He loved everything about himself, loved the way his hair framed his face perfectly, loved his new face, now minus glasses, loved his lips, kind of on the thin side, but he like them that way. Loved his chin, so perfectly square. Loved the way his body looked, skinny as a rail, but with a smattering of muscle. This was also a man who loved self exploration. He loved to feel his own skin beneath his hands, especially when he was in the throws of a climax.
So he would stand in front of the mirrors most mornings and admire his body, his scars from the fall from that tree that his older brother had dared him to climb, his chest and abs, his ass, his very nice sized member, even soft it was big. That was what made him proudest of all, he was well hung. He smiled as he fiddled with his hair a little more then stepped back to admire what had taken him two hours to perfect. He looked perfect. As he went to turn around something in the mirror caught his eye, there were two of him now, instead of just the one. Slowly Mikey turned around and found his twin standing behind him, just as perfect as the original.
“Who are you?” Mikey asked his twin. His twin gave this half smile.
“I’m you.”
“But why are you here?”
“Because, I’ve come to give you your greatest wish.” Mikey’s jaw dropped, his deepest, darkest wish, the one he wouldn’t even admit to himself? “Yes that one Mikey. The one you’ve wanted granted since you were fifteen. I’m here to give you your own body.” Mikey could not believe this. To have sex with himself wasn’t humanly possible, it just wasn’t. Sure it was something he had wanted for years, because he felt he was the perfect person to sleep with, he was perfect after all. He watched as his twin walked up to him and placed a hot, open mouthed kiss on Mikey’s lips. The twin, or mirage, or figment of Mikey’s imagination, whatever it was, ran its hands down Mikey’s torso to his waistline and back up to wrap around his neck. Mikey didn’t, no couldn’t kiss back, this was all too weird. The twin pulled back, “You’re over thinking this baby. Just go with it. Enjoy it. Come on, let’s go somewhere we can be more comfortable.” The twin took Mikey’s hand and led him out to the bedroom.
Twin just didn’t fit. What am I supposed to call this, this, thing anyway?
“Call me what you secretly want to be called.”
“Michael.” It was breathy and laced with wanton pleasure. Secretly all his life he had wanted to be Michael, but when he was three Gerard started calling him Mikey and it had stuck, Mikey and Mikes, never Michael. Michael laid his counterpart down on the bed and settled on top of him, placing another searing open mouthed kiss on Mikey’s lips. Mikey still did not respond.
“Oh come on now, relax. You know how badly you want this, so take it.”
“But the guys.”
“You still have an hour.”
“Alicia.”
“Will never have to know.” Mikey had no more protests in him, he wanted this, it was apparent by the obvious bulge in his tight jeans, so why fight it anymore? Mikey pulled his twin’s head down for another lip burning kiss. They started going at each other with teeth and tongue, something Mikey loved when kissing, but something Alicia really didn’t. Their kisses were always soft and gently, this was rough and animalistic. Mikey and his twin both moaned in unison and started grinding hard against each other. Hips connected as Mikey’s twin, Michael, now hovered over him. They broke the kiss long enough to lose shirts, then reconnected. Mikey started to work on his twin’s belt, pant button and zipper, and started tugging the tight fabric down his own perfect hips. Michael did the same thing, with the aid of Mikey lifting his hips; he had him naked in no time flat. Both boys now lay naked one on top of the other and to anybody who would have walked in, it would seem bizarre and wrong on so many levels. Was this incest? Fucking yourself?
“I don’t know.”
“Ok the whole reading my thoughts thing is getting a little creepy.”
“Sorry, I’ll try to stop.” Michael bent down and started kissing Mikey again as he positioned himself at Mikey’s entrance. Mikey wrapped his legs around his own hips and waited for the slight pain he would feel, but the ultimate pleasure he would get from it. Michael was not soft or gentle, slow or steady, he shoved in. One quick stroke and he had Mikey screaming in pain and pleasure as with the first stroke he hit Mikey’s prostate dead on.
“Oh my fuck!” Michael smiled widely and withdrew then slid back in to the hilt, much slower this time, for he knew how Mikey liked it, soft and slow, but with a hint of roughness. Mikey started sliding his hands up and down his twin’s back felling the smoothness he had never felt before. Michael set up a steady pace as he stared intently into Mikey’s hazel eyes, now a dark green from lust and need. Mikey had stopped thinking completely, his whole being focused on two things, one the hot, hard member sliding in and out of him at a perfect rate, and two the feel of the skin beneath his hands. No there was a third thing he was focused on, the hands that were bruising his hips. The pleasure rose inside of both men as the pace began to quicken, as the sweat began to drip down their bodies, and as their moans became louder and more intense. Soon Mikey was digging his nails into his twins back, he dragged his nails down leaving read scratch marks and trials of blood as his orgasm finally over took him. He screamed out, arched his back, and released. Michael was right with him, slamming into Mikey once more before letting himself lose it.
Once the act was over, once both men had regained themselves. They got up and dressed and with one more kiss Michael was gone, never to be seen again.
Gerard began pounding on Mikey’s hotel door, “Come on bro we have to go now!”
“Coming!” Mikey opened the door, cheeks flushed, hair matted down to his forehead, and clothes a little askew.
“Dude, you look like you just when a round with someone in the sack. Is Alicia here?”
“No.”
“Then why do you look like that?”
“Trust me, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”