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The week crawls by slowly, only speeding up when Mikey hangs out with Frank. It's cool hanging with him, though, and Mikey spends his time not with Frank thinking about when he gets to hang out with Frank next.

Frank gets excited easily – about music, about Mikey, even about school shit – and it's infectious. It makes Mikey smile and makes him want to kiss Frank, but so far all they've done is hug, when they're breaking apart to go their separate ways. Mikey spends a lot of time thinking about what it might be like to kiss Frank, and whether or not Frank's energy will transfer to his mouth.

Friday comes and Frank takes the bus home with Mikey. The club doesn't open until later, and Gerard isn't home yet anyway. He's probably caught up in the art room after school, working on his special project.

“Want something to eat?” Mikey asks, peeking into the refrigerator. There's plenty of leftovers from meals past, and Mikey takes out a casserole. It's all vegetables, no meat, so he figures it's safe for Frank.

“Yeah, I'm starving,” Frank says.

They eat slowly, chatting – well, Frank is chatting and Mikey is listening. Frank talks about his guitar lessons with his grandpa, and how he's learning the chords to his favorite songs, and Mikey listens attentively. It's always great to listen to Frank talk, he's animated and giddy, laughing at his own jokes. Mikey likes his laugh which is more of a giggle than anything, and it makes Mikey smile.

Gerard comes in later, after they're done eating and sitting on the couch watching cartoons. It's almost time to leave, and Mikey can't help but feel nervous because really, this is his first date. First real date. But Frank just seems happy and at ease, so Mikey relaxes.

Gerard drives them to Sin and Mikey pays their cover, making Frank grin and thank him. Mikey shrugs – it's a date, after all – and they make their way inside.

The first band is warming up, and there's already a pretty big crowd in the club. Most of them Mikey recognizes from school, and Frank seems to, too. He waves at a few people and Mikey realizes Frank's been making friends more than he is. He brushes the thought off, though, because Mikey doesn't really care. It's only been a week so far and he's got Frank.

Frank slips his hand into Mikey's and smiles, and Mikey can't help but smile back.

“Dance?” Frank asks when the band starts up. He's already hopping to the beat, and Mikey nods.

They follow a few twists and turns in the crowd until they're out on the floor. Frank is a jumpy dancer, but Mikey solves that problem by pulling him close and moving slow against him. Frank looks surprised but he goes with it, hooking his thumbs in Mikey's belt loops and getting closer.

Mikey loves to dance. He loves the closeness of it, the movement, the thrill of losing yourself in the music. He loves to get hot and sweaty with someone else, loves the crush of people.

Frank moves like he loves it, too. Mikey rests his arms around Frank's neck and moves closer, until he's grinding against him. Frank grinds back, his smile bright and happy.

The set ends, and Mikey draws back reluctantly. Frank pulls him by the hand to the bar, where he buys them both cold, icy sodas. The drink is good, quenching Mikey's thirst, and he realizes Frank is still holding his hand. Mikey squeezes, and Frank squeezes back, smiling widely.

It's a good date, but Mikey wants to kiss Frank so badly he can't think of anything else.

“Want to go outside for a smoke?” Frank asks, and Mikey nods and follows him out. There's about ten other people outside, smoking and talking about the music. A couple of people come by with flyers for their shows the next week, and Mikey talks to them between long drags on his cigarette.

He stamps out his cigarette when he's done, and then he takes Frank by the hand again and says, “C'mere.” He leads him to the alley beside the club and gently pushes Frank against the wall. “I'm going to kiss you now,” he says, and Frank lights up, pulling Mikey closer.

“Yeah, good,” Frank says, and wraps his arms around Mikey's neck.

Mikey kisses him gently at first, just getting to know him, soft-lipped and closed-mouthed. But Frank makes a frustrated sound and nips Mikey's bottom lip, saying, “C'mon, kiss me...”

And Mikey does.

Frank's mouth opens under his eagerly, and Mikey licks into it, slicking his tongue against Frank's. Frank pulls Mikey closer and moans in a way Mikey's never heard before. It's needy and a little broken, and when Mikey presses back against him he can feel how hard Frank is.

Frank is hard. Because of Mikey.

Mikey slides his hands down Frank's sides until they rest at his hips, and then he pulls Frank closer against him, showing he can move if he wants. Frank does. He rocks against Mikey like he's humping him, and the way he moves is the hottest thing Mikey's ever felt before.

“God,” Mikey whispers against Frank's already swollen lips. He's never made out like this, not this heavy before. They're fully clothed and in an alley, but Mikey feels like it's sex, down and dirty.

Frank bites Mikey's bottom lip again and grins. “Keep going.”

They kiss for a long time, until they can hear the music change from inside the club.

“Want to go back inside?” Frank whispers, but Mikey shakes his head.

“Not really.” Mikey squeezes Frank's hips and presses against him more fully, his erection making his tight jeans even tighter.

“So what do you wanna do?” Frank asks, rocking against Mikey's cock.

“Keep that up and I'll be coming in my pants,” Mikey says, and he's glad for the darkness that hides his blush.

Frank laughs. “You're not the only one.”

Mikey rests his head down on Frank's shoulder. “Shit. We should stop.”

“I could, um,” Frank says, sliding a hand into Mikey's hair. “I could give you a blowjob.”

Mikey goes still and rigid. He's not sure he just heard right. He's never gotten a blowjob before – never given one, either. Was Frank actually offering to get on his knees in a dirty alley for him?

“What?” Mikey croaks out.

“Would you like that?” Frank asks, turning his head and kissing Mikey's hair.

“I've never. Um. Have you done it before?” Mikey asks haltingly.

“Yeah,” Frank says. His voice is quiet and even. “Well, just the once.”

“What about you?” Mikey asks. He's not ready to give a blowjob. He thinks he might be able to handle a handjob, because that had to be just like masturbation, right?

Frank doesn't say anything right away. He seems to be weighing what he says next. “I'll get off on it. You don't have to do anything.”

“Fuck,” Mikey swears, imagining Frank on his knees with his mouth around Mikey's dick, his own cock hard in his hand.

“So. Want to?” Frank asks.

Mikey wants to. He wants it bad. He clenches his jaw to bite back a whimper. “Yes,” he rasps.

Frank turns them around so that Mikey's resting back against the brick wall, and he drops to his knees. It's not a graceful, practiced fall, but it's beautiful just the same.

Hands are at Mikey's fly, fumbling and awkward, and he has to help Frank get his cock out. But then Frank is wrapping his hand around the width of him and dipping his head down.

It starts with one lick. One long slide of Frank's tongue, from where his hand is to the very tip of Mikey's cock. Frank licks the slit, gathers precome on the edge of his tongue, then slides his lips down to take in the head.

Mikey's glad he's leaning against the wall, because he feels like he'd fall over if he didn't have that stability.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Mikey breathes, and Frank looks up. His eyes are dark and wide, his mouth stretched around Mikey's cock, and just the sight makes Mikey moan.

Frank takes a little more, so slow he's barely moving, and Mikey gives an impatient whimper. He struggles not to move, even though instinctively he wants to move his hips and thrust into Frank's mouth.

It's hot and wet around Mikey's cock, and he can't help but rock forward a little. Frank moans, fucking moans like he loves it and Mikey sinks a hand into his hair and tugs lightly.

It's hard to see in the alley, but Mikey does catch it when Frank moves his other hand down between his legs. The sound his zipper makes is quiet but unmistakeable, and then Frank is jerking himself off while he sucks Mikey's cock.

The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh, of Frank's vigorous sucking, takes Mikey to the edge. He says, “Fuck, Frank, I'm gonna come.”

Frank looks up and moans around Mikey's cock, his eyes black and shiny in the darkness. Mikey whimpers and tightens his hand in Frank's hair, holding him there. He's going to do it in Frank's mouth, and Frank seems to want that.

The want pushes Mikey over, makes him come harder than he ever has in his life. He spurts into Frank's mouth and Frank swallows, makes a little choking sound, and swallows again. Mikey is panting and hardly paying attention when Frank moans again and comes all over his hand and the ground.

Then Frank is getting up and wiping his hand on the wall. He moves against Mikey's chest, and Mikey wraps an arm around him and pants hot breath into his hair.

“Fuck,” is all Mikey can manage to say.

Frank hums, breathing hard against Mikey's neck. “Yeah.”

“Fuck,” Mikey says again. “That was...”

“Yeah,” Frank says again, and then laughs giddily. “Fuck.”

Mikey tightens his hold, squeezing Frank. He's sated and happy, smiling in a way he can't seem to stop.

“We're missing the new band,” Frank says, but he doesn't sound very serious. He giggles again and playfully nips Mikey's neck.

“Thank you,” Mikey says, and he means for the blowjob, for laughing, for being Frank.

“You're fucking welcome,” Frank says. “I'd do it again.”

Mikey groans, still smiling widely. “Any time.”

Finally, after holding on to each other and laughing together for quite awhile, they go back into the club. The second band is off the stage and it's the DJ's turn to play the music. They go to the bar and get another drink, both of them parched. Frank's voice is a little deeper now, like sucking Mikey's cock mad him hoarse. Mikey finds that hot, too.

Gerard picks them up fifteen minutes late, at eleven thirty. Frank has to be home by midnight, so Mikey holds his hand in the backseat and resigns himself to wait until Monday to see him again.

Frank leans over and gives him a kiss before getting out of the car. When he's gone, Gerard gives Mikey a knowing look.

“Have fun?” he asks.

“You have no idea.”


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