IF I WOKE UP NEXT TO YOU `` [mickey][M]

[zane dominic mercer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] FUCK THE PAST; THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HAND The Words: lazy The Outfit: click The Notes BOYFRIENDS zane rarely dreamed. mama mercer used to tell him that he spent so much time dreaming his days away in class or when he was using his imagination with his friends that he just didn't have enough imagination in the world to be able to keep up all that dreaming in his sleep. his mind needed a rest sometimes. but honestly, zane didn't know what it was that explained the phenomenon. every time he did dream, it was usually something of a more sexual nature, it was usually because his hormones were on the fritz, and it was usually something having to do with his best friend in the entire world, mickey wilson. yes, his teenage years were spent in constant agony trying to figure out why half of his dreams made no sense even when he googled shit to try and interpret it and the other half contained his best friend. but the fact of the matter was, if he dreamed, it was usually obvious. which was why it was his first assumption when he woke up that night that he had had the craziest dream last night, complete with a sexual fantasy he didn't know a person could have before. was that even anyone else's sexual fantasy? he didn't know. he knew it probably wasn't very satisfying seeing as when he woke up it wasn't to some sort of embarrassing situation that he would have to fix before mick headed over for the day or his daughter came in demanding breakfast and cinnamon rolls because the two were obviously synonymous daddy, didn't he know? but it was enough to bring the smallest of smiles to his lips as he tried to recall from his dream what it was like to feel mickey, to have him pressed against him, to taste his lips on his own, to... someone shifted next to him. his eyes snapped open. he didn't remember remedy coming in to sleep with him and that was definitely not her enveloped in his arms, his front spooned so perfectly against their back. no, he'd recognize those tattoos anywhere, the slightness of his figure, the pale skin and dark hair. that wasn't a dream. that had all actually happened and mickey...mickey had stayed. he'd read a thousand books in which it was stated that someone's heart "fluttered". but he'd never known what it had meant, had never experienced that until he had woken up next to mickey james wilson. there was no other explanation for the feeling he just experienced in his chest, the smile that it made break onto his face wider than anything he'd managed since....well since last night apparently if he was remembering the events correctly. mickey was his boyfriend. after twenty-five years. boyfriend. honestly, if the rest of the house wasn't sleeping, he would have squealed. instead he just cuddled in closer to mickey, tightening his hold slightly as he got used to the feeling of his bare skin beneath his own. his fingers gently brushed against the skin on his stomach, a simple spark from that alone coursing through his veins as he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of mickey's shoulder. he shifted his legs slightly before realizing the situation was that they were entwined slightly with mickey's and he pressed closer against his back to make himself comfortable closing his eyes again to just take in the overall sensation of being awake and having this beautiful man actually be there. not leaving in the middle of the night. not off leaving someone else high and dry in the middle of the night. with him. in his arms. again his heart fluttered and he opened his eyes slightly with a small smile rested on his lips just taking in the feeling of waking up with his boyfriend. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[mickey james wilson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6F434E; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #2F2E2E;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl renee/zane - too many words - ily or wtfever mickey wilson had done a lot of things in the wee hours of the night that had turned out to be bad ideas. he had gotten himself into a lot of stupid situations; fights, sleeping with taken women, drinking too much, etc. and somehow he had weasled himself out of damn near every one of those things. skidded by and walked away scott free. which was fine enough for him, because that meant that he didn't have to take responsibility for shit. it was how mickey had always lived. he was do something stupid at night and wake up the next morning and do something to get out of having to deal with the consequences. he was damn good at it when it well and came down to it. this was one thing, though, that he wouldn't want to get out of. he was happy with this. he was happy with the feeling of arms wrapped around him, and legs tangled. even if he wasn't awake to realize it. cuz lets face it if there were one son of a bitch who could sleep the day away it was mickey wilson and he was more than happy to. especially when he was comfortable. and right then he was the most comfortable that he had been in his whole god damn life. cuddled up close to the man that he loved. and he did love zane. no matter what he knew everyone was going to say. they were going to tell him that he didn't know what love was. that he was too much of a fuck up. that all he was going to do was mess up when it came to zane. all the things that mickey had said himself a million times and zane hadn't listened. and maybe, he wouldn't listen either. because he knew what this felt like. he knew what it felt like when there was a kiss to his shoulder that caused his eyes to flutter open. it took him a moment to realize where he was and as soon as he did, he just melted into him more. pressed his body into zane's and maybe wiggled his hips a bit teasingly as to let him know that he was awake. this felt, so god damn right. better than sex in a way. it was just, comfortable. so comfortable that he didn't really want to move. except, he did. because there was something that he wanted more than to just lay spooned up to him like he was. he wanted to kiss him. in the daylight. after they'd had rest. and maybe he had changed his decision. maybe somewhere in his sleep he had realized that being in a relationship with mickey wilson was the worst idea in the world. that all it would do was end in disaster. maybe zane had woken up with a few more brain cells than he had gone to bed with. maybe he had realized that mickey wasn't what he wanted. the wilson boy felt himself flooded with insecurity and he just had to face him. so he turned in his arms careful to keep as much physical contact with zane as humanly possible. and he tangled there legs together again as he laid with him. a set of his fingers traveled down zane's inked side as he pressed their foreheads together. and for a moment he just enjoyed that. enjoyed being close to him. there was only so much an impatient boy like mickey could handle, though, before he closed the gap between their lips and kissed him softly to say good morning. what started as a soft kiss turned into something a bit more as he deepened it and wrapped his arms more tightly around him holding their bodies flush again. when he finally pulled away from the kiss he kept their faces close. "morning," he spoke softly running his fingers up and down zane's back. "soooo....i stayed. you still wanting me as your boyfriend? or did you gain some common sense while you slept?" he spoke in teasing tones drawing small circles on his back. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

[zane dominic mercer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] FUCK THE PAST; THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HAND The Words: lazy The Outfit: click The Notes BOYFRIENDS he was content to lie in bed all day just staring at the back of mick's head. honestly - he was. he could have laid there for hours, day, cuddled up against the other man like he was just holding him in his arms and relishing in the fact that this was real. this was happening. this wasn't some crazy in dream that he had but the real fucking thing and god if that wasn't enough to make his day start off as the best in the entire god damn world. he could lay next to mickey for the rest of his life, had known somehow in the back of his mind that he had always wanted to. this was where he belonged. in his bed. sharing it with this man. waking up to see that head of hair and feel that skin beneath his fingertips. and when mickey finally stirred, cuddling back against him and wiggling his hips back just enough to remind him of the teasing of the previous night, zane knew there wasn't anywhere else in the world that he wanted to be if he didn't wake up with mickey james wilson in his arms. because he loved that man and he was free to tell it to everyone now. he was free to say that it wasn't a crazy dream. he was free to walk back into work hand-in-hand with his boyfriend and let it be known to anyone who saw them that they were dating. and that...that was enough to keep him going, to make him happy and when mickey turned to face him, he couldn't help the wide grin that spread across his features. he studied each feature of his boyfriend's face from the top of his head to the tip of his chin, leaning into his touch as his hand slid down his torso and getting adjusted to the feeling of being touched like that again, of having someone slide their fingers against the bare skin of his chest while he held them. fuck, it was nice, like the feeling of sunshine after a long and cold winter, a drug he hadn't known he was addicted to until he took another hit. it was perfect, a moment that lasted a few seconds that felt like a lifetime. then mickey kissed him and it was just another reminder, another simple reminder that this could happen whenever they wanted to. this could happen every morning before work or during breakfast. on lunch during their break. in the shop between appointments. on the couch watching tv or in the park playing with remedy. and with a flutter in his stomach he remembered that now he could kiss mickey in front of remedy, show her that her daddy loved kitty more than he loved anyone else in the entire world. he realized that it was just fitting the final piece into the puzzle that was their family - people had tried before but they had never quite been the perfect fit. the spot had been reserved for the man kissing him now, the one who had always been there. zane had just been missing him for twenty-five years. as the kiss deepened, he tightened his hold around mickey, pulling him in more against his chest and playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck when he pulled away, smiling at him lovingly and biting his lip. he met his gaze and completely melted. this was everything that he loved about relationships. having it be with mickey was just the icing on top of the cake and he didn't think he could ever tire of those beautiful dark orbs staring up at him in the morning, nor could he ask for a better fit than the man pressed into him. at his question, he couldn't help but chuckle, pressing his lips quickly against his again before answering. "i wouldn't throw you away," he said quietly, his voice cracking slightly in its first use of the day, "for anything in this world. you are my boyfriend, mick. there's no escaping it now." he kissed him again and then added, "good morning," almost as an afterthought. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[mickey james wilson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6F434E; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #2F2E2E;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl renee/zane - too many words - ily or wtfever mickey had never wanted a relationship. he had spent his whole life avoiding them for one reason or another. he didn't cuddle with the people that he fucked. he didn't wake up in the mornings and say sweet hellos to someone. because when it came to being a man whore he out whored cheating-pants cervantes. if only because he hadn't even tried to be in a relationship. and he was bi instead of being a total fag, so that opened up far more people that he could fuck around with. though, he always tended to lean towards man if only for the reason that you couldn't knock men up. and the last thing in the world that mick needed was to knock up one of the bitches that he slept with. he tended to attract crazies after all. so he's never done this. not with anyone. never woken up next to someone and known what it was to be held all through the night. and if mick was to be perfectly honest, it was really nice. but maybe it was only this nice because the person whose arms he was waking up in were zane mercers. quite possibly the best human being in the world when it well and came down to it. and that damn smile on his stupid boyfriend's face when he turned to face him. fuck if it didn't put a matching smile on mickey's own face just because he was so god damn happy. and zane's happiness had always been able to infect mickey like nothing else. fuck, he wasn't sure if there were ever a time where his mood hadn't be swayed because of zane. they'd been in each other's lives their whole lives after all. and when you know someone for that long things like that just happen. things like being able to effect each other's mood just simply by being in a mood. that'd been happening long before the previous night, and so when zane smiled that big dumb smile all the mickey could do was smile back at the son of the bitch. because this, really wasn't so bad. waking up next to him, being pulled close, running his fingers down zane's body and just enjoying the feeling of his skin. no matter how tattooed that torso of zane's was, his skin was just so soft. the contour of his muscles felt so nice as he touched him. and mickey wanted to memorize the body that he now had rights to touching, well, at least little touches like that. that was the only down side to being with zane, he couldn't have sex with him yet. he couldn't have sex at all. and he wasn't quite sure how he was going to survive however long this was going to take, but he was going to do it. no matter what everyone around them said. and as he kissed zane deeper his fingers moving up into his hair. there was some sort of promise in his kiss. some kind of unspoken words saying that he was going to be giving this his all. everything that he had. and he was going to try with everything that he had in him to be a good boyfriend to zane. the sort of boyfriend that he deserved. maybe zane did have enough faith for the both of them that he was starting to make mickey believe that this was actually going to work out. everything about this was going to be okay. it was going to be perfect. and not even he could do something to fuck it up. even though he was known for doing just that to every situation in the world, fucking it up, he wasn't going to fuck this up. there was far too much at risk, far too much that mattered. as he pulled away he kept their faces close and couldn't help but chuckle at zane's words. he returned the quick kiss, a soft moan coming from his throat and he more than happily let himself be pulled closer. he trembled slightly from the feel of their naked torsos pressed together. and when he spoke, a lopsided grin took over those delicate features of the wilson boy, and he let out a small chuckle. "oh shit," mickey started out giving him a playful twist of his lips to zane. "how drunk was i last night when i agreed to that," he teased before more than happily kissing the son of a bitch again, because at this point it was like he was addicted to his boyfriend's lips. mickey pushed zane slightly with his body so that he was laying on his back and half laid on top of him as he deepened the kiss. finally pulling away he looked down at him his fingers moving to explore his torso once again in an almost hungry fashion. "morning. how long do you think we'll get away with just laying here before boo comes in?" he asked softly and then kissed him again. mick then moved to nuzzle his face into his neck as he laid half on top of him, his fingers moving lazily up and town his decorated side. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

[zane dominic mercer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] FUCK THE PAST; THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HAND The Words: lazy The Outfit: click The Notes BOYFRIENDS god his boyfriend was the sexiest man he had ever met before in his life. he couldn't blame all the people who had ever been with him for not caring about reputation or personality or the fact that mickey didn't give two squirts of piss about them. if zane wasn't looking for the real thing, if he wasn't best friends with mick, if he was less scrupulous about sex like the rest of his friends were, he'd have jumped mick's bone's so fast it would be hard to know who was using who in the end. being around him filled him with irrational amounts of lust and want and desire, almost enough to match the love that filled his entire being when it came to mickey. he was just so damned beautiful and he dared anyone to tell him otherwise because he could list everything he loved about mickey. he'd seen that body before the tattoos. he'd known those muscles before they were covered up. he knew those eyes like the back of his hand, had watched his best friend grow into every feature on his face. he'd seen mickey every day of his life for twenty-five years and he just got more attractive every time he looked at him. and that was just from across the room. before this moment, he knew he'd been caught many times with that lustful look on his face, his tongue making a brief appearance every time he thought of what it would be like to kiss mickey, to taste him, to truly have him and god had those thoughts tortured him for years. he knew jagger saw them and cain as well and he knew mickey probably caught most of them because he didn't miss a beat. there were some days when he couldn't even function because he was too busy staring across the room at his friend. high school was the worst and god it was a miracle he ever passed, sharing classes with mick. and then when he was near him....every time they so much as brushed arms it was enough to send fire through his veins. this, the way they were now, entangled in one another, bare chest to bare chest, kissing and touching...it was all he could do not to just push his boyfriend back and have his way with him before 1. mickey pushed him back himself and 2. he remembered that was exactly the opposite of what he was trying to achieve. but god his lips were intoxicating and that little moan was enough to remind him of the night before and fuck, no, he couldn't think of that especially with mick on top of him. which meant mick with the upperhand which meant...not good. he could feel the usual anxiety at losing control rising up in his chest but it was immediately soothed with the feeling of mickey kissing him, his fingers running down his torso. which was strange. normally if he thought he was going to lose control of a situation, especially a sexual situation, it made him more frightened to know that somebody was on top of him. but for some reason with mickey...he trusted him. even though he knew most people would tell him not to, he did, and he trusted him to respect his desire for something deeper with them. even if at the moment his body was telling him the exact opposite. he felt a low moan rattle his vocal chords when mickey deepened their kiss, running his fingers around to his hair and taking a tight hold while his other hand dug slightly into his boyfriend's shoulder as he pulled up tight against him. when he pulled away, he almost groaned and was immediately satisfied with just the right words, another kiss, and his boyfriend nuzzling into his neck, enough to stop the groan before it ever came out and turn it instead into a contented smile. it had been a long time since he had to calculate how much time he had before his daughter would come and wake them up. and knowing now that it was mickey she would see him with, mickey that she would at last be able to see make him happy, was too much for him to take. he was just so irrepressibly happy. "i'd say half an hour, give or take," he said, playing lazily with the hair at the nape of mick's neck. "but who knows? i sort of lost track of time staring at you this morning. since this relationship just needed that creepy element." he chuckled. "not enough time, though, never enough," and he pulled mick in tighter for a second, savoring the feeling of him beneath his fingers. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[mickey james wilson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6F434E; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #2F2E2E;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl renee/zane - too many words - ily or wtfever every little thing about zane made this all that much harder -no pun intended- and mickey almost didn't know how he was doing it. how he was able to be this close to zane without pushing for more. it wasn't that he didn't want more because lord knew that there was nothing in the world that he wanted more than this man laying beneath him. there was something stopping him though. and it was a strange sort of emotion. a strange thing that he couldn't find the words to explain it to anyone else, let alone himself. every little fiber of everything that he was before becoming zane's boyfriend was longing for him to follow suit of how things usually went in his romantic life. but he couldn't. that overwhelming feeling of just how much he really did love zane was keeping him from pushing him. from with his actions trying to demand more of him. no matter how much everything about him wanted to have more, to know his body better. more intimately. and though he knew that sex with zane would probably be the best sex of his life, there was another part of him that was almost scared of it. mickey might not have ever been in a loving relationship, nor had he ever even slept with someone that he gave half of a damn about. but he did know that when you had sex with someone that actually meant something to you, it was more than just fucking. and maybe it was best that they had waited until this point in their lives to make this step. for a younger mickey wouldn't have been able to stop himself from pushing zane to have sex. a younger mickey would've done everything in his power to try and push that boundary and take things into his own hands. because mickey didn't like having to wait. nor did he like not having sex, he had it frequently enough after all. a younger mickey, though just as much in love with zane as he was as he laid there with him savoring his lips, wouldn't have been able to keep himself from pushing zane. and if zane gave in, then it would've ended up not being a good thing. and if zane hadn't, then all mick would've done was try harder to get him to break that rule. and in the end, everything probably would've gone a lot worse than either of them would've anticipated. but now, mickey wasn't as young. he was still as demanding, and horny, and pushy, and all the things that people knew mickey to be. but for zane, it was different. for zane, he would be better. because he loved him, and he wanted things between them to be everything that zane had imagined they would be. faggot that he was mick was more than aware that zane had thought about a theoretical relationship between them more times than mickey could probably count. or zane for that matter. and for the first time in mickey's twenty-five years of life he actually wanted to do something to make someone else happy. maybe zane was changing him for the better. maybe this was the start of a new and improved, but still as crass and irritating, mickey. a mickey wilson that could be all of those things that everyone knew him to be, but also be a good boyfriend. he had no idea how it was going to be possible. and he had ever less of an idea of how exactly it was going to work, or why he was going to be able to be good, but somewhere in him, he had faith in it. if only because waking up next to zane was quite possibly the best feeling that he'd ever had in his life. so he let himself be contented as he laid there with his face nuzzled into his boyfriend's neck. a light smirk on his lips, because, he wasn't stupid as to the effect that he had on the other man and when he pressed fingers into his shoulder and let out that moan. well, it was damn near the hardest thing in the world for mickey not to just attack him and say fuck it to all of the being a good boyfriend shit. he didn't though, he smirked, relished in the way that he effected his boy. and he pressed a soft kiss to his neck. "she'll probably want blueberry waffles," he said in an almost dreamy sort of tone. not that remedy wanting waffles was really all the much of an oddity. but it was different, being woken up by her demand for the breakfast food when he was laying next to zane compared to laying on the couch. he couldn't help but laugh though, nipping at zane's neck for a moment. "fuckin' creeper," he teased before pressing his body into zane's more and letting out a contented hum. "well, it's not like this isn't going to be the way you wake up from now on. so don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to watch me sleep. fuckin' edward cullen mother fucker." oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

[zane dominic mercer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] FUCK THE PAST; THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HAND The Words: lazy The Outfit: click The Notes BOYFRIENDS twenty-five years had built up to this moment. twenty-five years of dancing around each other, of watching mick with other people and having mick see him with other people (though undoubtedly far fewer than mick had been with). twenty-five years of drunken teenage kisses and mistakes, five years of dealing with pregnancy and parenthood, twenty-five years of getting to one another so well that he could almost predict mickey's next words before they were spoken. this wasn't new. he didn't feel wrong, telling mickey he loved him, didn't regret it in the slightest. he'd known that he loved mick since he was fifteen after the first few times they had kissed in an intoxicated stupor. he knew then that he wanted nothing else in this world than his best friend, that nothing else could ever amount. and he tried to fight it, he did. for ten years he fought it. but when half of that time, he was raising a family with that man, it wasn't exactly easy to hide or deny or get rid of his feelings. eventually something had to give. and it was that first sober kiss - that innocent brush of the lips in front of his daughter that sent his head reeling, that made his knees weak the way a peck on the lips should never make a man. that was what undid it, what undid him, and he wasn't going to give up until mickey was his. and after just a little pushing and prodding, that was what happened. it took some tense moments, took some giving up, took a lot of hurt, but finally he was reaping the benefits of what he had sowed. finally, mickey didn't leave in the middle of the night. finally, he woke up to this man in his arms. finally, mickey was his, his boyfriend and not just his best friend, not just an unofficial part of the family, not just kitty, but his boyfriend, soon his lover, his...everything. at last. the overwhelming urge to squeal or scream or do something was back and he held back only because the last thing he needed was mickey making fun of him for that, too. it was just overwhelming. he didn't know that entering a relationship could make him feel so many things, didn't know that simply being with a man could fill him with so much love and lust and happiness and give him the euphoric feeling of having at last found nirvana. of course that was probably just the high of waking up with someone in his arms talking but he didn't even care. when mickey nuzzled his neck and pressed a light kiss against his skin, he thought to himself that there wasn't a happier or more sexually frustrated man in the entire world. he was happy for this moment, happy that after reaching adulthood he had somehow convinced mickey to do this, to try this, to give them a chance. it was honestly one of the biggest accomplishments he had achieved in his life and he kept his arms wrapped tight around his boyfriend as he pressed his body up into mickey's own teasing form. the domesticity of discussing his daughter, discussing breakfast when they were so casually entwined in one another, mickey nipping at his neck like a god damn tease was a bigger turn-on than he would like to admit. jagger used to joke that zane was the only man alive who would be turned on by a girl in sweats talking with her mouth full just because it meant that she was comfortable around him (or a boy, he'd never been picky) and now he could see where his friend had been coming from. there was nothing more erotic to him than domesticity and love and a home life and he didn't find anything wrong with that. but it did make his challenge of not giving mickey a green card that much harder and he pressed his hips up with a small moan at each small nip at his neck. "well that's your guys' specialty," he commented, trying to focus his thoughts on breakfast, on innocent things (it was too damn early for this). "i'll just stay out of your way until you need someone to taste test, yeah?" he chuckled at mickey's teasing and excessive use of the f-bomb so early in the morning and pressed a kiss down on his head. "i can't help it," he teased. "you're too damn pretty." he smiled. "so you're just going to have to deal with me staring at you in the mornings." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[mickey james wilson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6F434E; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #2F2E2E;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl renee/zane - too many words - ily or wtfever anyone who knew mickey would never say that he could ever be a family man. hell even those that were related to him, those who had known him his entire life, would easily say that mickey would never have a family. he would never be the sort of man that would settle down and just have one lover. a man that would have kids. hell, even after boo was born and he showed that soft side that came out around the little girl. most of them would say that didn't mean shit. that didn't mean that he could actually be with someone for the rest of his life and raise kids. the truth of the matter was, though, that none of them saw him with remedy as much as zane did. none of them were there when he tucked her in at night. or played dress up with her. or any of the long list of things that he did with the little girl. she wasn't just zane's daughter to him. she was so much more. he loved her more than he'd ever loved a human being, in a way that he didn't even love zane because, well, he couldn't pinpoint it. it wasn't that he wasn't in love with zane, it was more that remedy was...well, she was his daughter. even if people would think him insane for saying so. but he'd been there since day one. so this boy, this man slut, this person who had never committed to anyone before in his life was now going to be playing house with his best friend. they were going to be dads to remedy. they were going to be a gay couple raising a little girl. not that they hadn't both been raising her for years anyway, but it would be different now, because now, they were together. they weren't just best friends. they were boyfriends. which made it even more than it had been before. mickey felt like he had a right to call remedy his in a way that he hadn't before. because zane was his. and he loved them both. and they were his family as much as kendall and jagger and jason were. and somehow, in this strange way that life takes hold and just hurls you in the direction that it sees fit, he was now a family man. he was zane's boyfriend. and there was no turning back now. there was nothing he could do to change it. and he didn't want to. this was something that he wanted, no, something that he needed. but he'd never known that he'd needed it. he had never known that it was so important for him to have zane and remedy in his life. if he were to try to think of his life without them he was quite sure that he would break into tears. had this really only been a matter of time. were all these years of sleeping around and being a slut to keep him from cheating once he was finally with zane. because then he would have it out of his system to sleep with other people. he wouldn't wonder what having sex with other people would be like. now he could be totally content with being with zane. not saying that zane wouldn't have been enough, or that he wasn't enough now, but more so that mickey when he was younger didn't have it in him to be faithful. he couldn't have done it even if he had tried. so he was glad that he hadn't tried and then failed with zane. that wasn't what they needed. what they needed, was what they had now. and mickey was happy. he was scared as all hell but he was happy. and with every raise of his hips, with every way that he touched him, mickey felt more and more how hard it was going to be to not have sex. it was going to kill them. especially if within twelve hours of getting together they were already teasing each other like this. it was flat out going to kill him. he couldn't keep the moans from vibrating his vocal chords with the way that zane pressed into him and he nuzzled more into his neck wrapping his arms a bit tighter around him. "yep, we rock the breakfast foods," he said with a bit of a breathy chuckle running his fingers a bit roughly down zane's bare torso and smiling against the skin of his neck. "well, you really do just get in the way when we're trying to make breakfast, man. sorry to say, but you're like a cat that just won't stop walking between our legs," he teased and pressed his own hips down into zane's. he chuckled again, though, and moved so that he could kiss zane fully on those lips he was damn near addicted to now. "i think i can deal with that." oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~