The Most Kick-Ass Songfic a Caffeine-Induced Mind Can Come Up With [standalone] Title: The Most Kick-Ass Songfic a Caffeine-Induced Mind Can Come Up With Author: casey_of_oz Pairing: Mike/Tre Rating: NC-17 Summary: Write a summary, don't just copy and paste a line from your story that tells nothing of the plot. Keep it brief and clear. Disclaimer: This didn't happen and I hold no ownership to the people used in this work of fiction. Author Notes: A standalone. Because I kick ass at them (or so I‘m told). I hope people around here like Cake. The band, I mean. Warnings: Cross-Dressing
Boredom is all he feels as the rain pelts against the windows. Intense fucking boredom. Mike’s wishing something will happen while he’s at this bar, with nothing lively about it because he’s too rundown to care. Quite honestly, the bar’s pretty good. But Mike’s really bummed out.
Can’t see his daughter, has an ex-wife, Billie’s with Adie, Jason’s busy with his girlfriend, and Tre’s got (and Mike quotes him) “things to take care of and shit”. Mike would like a little company is all. Just a person to talk to.
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond I want a girl who knows what's best I want a girl with shoes that cut And eyes that burn like cigarettes
And the front door opens and someone walks in, pausing at the door to brush off their jacket. Mike finds an urge to look up since he has a feeling of being watched. Yet when he looks up at the one who just came in, he realizes the young lady wasn’t looking at him.
I want a girl with the right allocations Who's fast and thorough And sharp as a tack She's playing with her jewelry She's putting up her hair She's touring the facility And picking up slack
Mike can’t deny she’s beautiful. She pulls her long brown hair carefully into a low ponytail. Her observantly gorgeous blue eyes survey the bar as she fiddles with the little silver chain on her neck with a small little dice charm on it. She traipses over to the bar, her long jacket billowing slightly behind her as she unbuttons it to reveal a Clash band tee and short denim skirt. She’s got a nice figure, not too thin, Mike notes, watching how gracefully the woman moves.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket...…
Mike sees her full lips move as she asks for a White Russian. Mike doesn’t know why he’s so drawn to her, but he can’t ignore her at all. She thanks the bartender quietly before turning around and leaning against the bar with an air of confidence that Mike finds rather attractive.
I want a girl who gets up early I want a girl who stays up late I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
She notices Mike and he looks down at his hands, gulping and mentally cursing himself for staring. He hears the light ‘thump’ her high-heeled boots make as she walks and find himself looking up at her face which is across the table of the booth he’s in. Who used a machete to cut through red tape With fingernails that shine like justice And a voice that is dark like tinted glass
“Do you mind if I sit here?” She asks with a smooth voice that seems somewhat hypnotizing and nothing like how Mike thought she’d sound. He was expecting either something high-pitched like Paris Hilton’s voice, only to hear something that secretes sexuality in it’s very tone.
“Sure.” He replies simply, moving over a little. She sits, crossing her smooth, pale legs and taking a sip of her beverage. Her black nails aren’t long, which hints at the possibility she might have either a demanding job or is a tomboy. But Mike simply watches her face as she drinks slowly. She is fast and thorough And sharp as a tack She's touring the facility And picking up slack
She turns to Mike and smiles a little and Mike’s reminded of someone he knows very well, but for the life of him can’t make the connection. So she starts a conversation simply by noting that the music sucks and that she could think of better things to listen to. Mike instantly realizes she’s rather blunt as she continues to converse with him.
“Seriously, some people are stupid.” She sighs simply. Another twinge of déjà vu for Mike.
“Have we met before?” He finally blurts, looking at those gorgeous baby blue eyes.
“I wouldn’t doubt it.” She replies with a voice that says ‘I know something you don’t’ and Mike finds himself smirking and looking her over again. She knows he’s doing yet doesn’t seem to mind.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng.... lonnng jacket
Mike can’t ignore her leg deliberately brushing up against his own anymore. He’s definitely attracted…wait, that’s an understatement. He moves his leg just a bit as though to let her know he feels it and she smiles at him again. I want a girl with a smooth liquidation I want a girl with good dividends
“So what do you do for a living?” Mike asks, asking a waiter for another drink.
“I deal in music.” She replies simply.
“Yeah, me too.” Mike notes under his breath, knowing she heard him. He’s now doubting her, thinking maybe she recognizes him and that’s why she’s so warm to him. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s not complaining about the sudden company but it’d be nice for her to like him genuinely. But they’re both doing nothing for a moment as they listen to the music that’s now playing off a radio somewhere.
“And at the city bank we will meet accidentally We'll start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a car with a cup-holder arm rest She wants a car that will get her there She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen She's trading her MG for a white Chrysler La Baron“
“So, am I going to find out your name, or do have to guess?” Mike asks finally, deciding he’ll just go with wherever this whole thing is going.
“I’d say guessing’s more fun.” She slyly answers, “How about you?”
“Same here.” Mike replies, standing and holding out his hand. “Let’s get outta here.” She nods, taking his hand and getting up, her black duster flowing down to her ankles as she stands.
***
“So you’re staying at a hotel?” She asks.
“Yeah. I travel a lot.” Mike replies, opening the hotel room door. They both walk in and she kisses Mike eagerly. He responds slowly and she’s left wondering why. She doesn’t speak the problem aloud, but merely pulls back slowly to lock eyes with him.
“Feeling alright?” She asks quietly, trying her best to keep her voice ‘normal’. He nods, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. She walks over and joins him. She smiles at him and he smiles back and they kiss again. All the while, Mike’s wondering why the hell the clothes aren’t off yet.
She could say the same, but she really doesn’t want to undress. Or at least if he can’t know. She wants to have him know, but she -like anyone in this situation- is nervous.
But finally Mike figures he’s being stupid and kisses her again. She doesn’t complain at all, kissing back gently, stoking at Mike’s cheek and Mike’s surprised to feel slight calluses on her skin. Mike’s starting to wonder about her…music…maybe she’s in a band. How ironic. Mike sighs into the kiss which is growing more intimate. Finally he pulls her into his lap so that she’s straddling him and she pulls back.
“Erm…” She looks away. “I need to tell you something about me.” She whispers this so Mike barely hears her as she undoes her ponytail.
“What’s wrong?” Mike asks, somewhat nauseous and hoping that she can’t go through with it. He doesn’t want to do this because every time she kisses him he thinks of one person he’d rather be kissing.
The guy (yes, guy) he thinks of has kissed him before, and Mike’s not sure why she reminds him of Tre. She looks down nervously.
“I-I really want to-” She sighs with self-frustration. “But if-”
“Wait…” Mike takes her face in his hands and she closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands holding her like this. Mike strokes at her cheeks before running his hands down under her coat and slipping it off.
“Why didn’t you say anything, Tre?” Mike asks huskily into the drummer’s hear as he pulls the brown wig off.
“B-but…” Tre gulps. Mike nips at his ear and Tre bites his lip. He’s wanted this for so longs and never though it’d be happening. He hadn’t been looking for Mike tonight, but the opportunity was too great to pass up.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng.... lonnng jacket
“How did you-” Tre stops as Mike’s hand gently traces over his bicep and he sighs before kissing Mike again. Mike doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull back, doesn’t do anything but kiss back and hold Tre securely on top of himself. Tre starts moving their bodies in a intoxicatingly provocative manner, both of them lightly moaning into each other’s mouths.
Soon, Tre’s easing them both back onto the bed and Mike’s running his hands up Tre’s shirt and undoing the bra the drummer’s wearing. Tre’s blown away that Mike wasn’t disgusted with him. Hell, last time he checked, Mike was strait. But wasn’t complaining as Mike slipped his own shirt off before taking off Tre’s.
“Mike, I’ve wanted this…” Tre whispers as Mike tosses the padded bra over his shoulder and kisses at Tre’s neck with a loving hunger.
“Me too,” Mike huskily replies, gasping at the feeling of Tre’s feverish lips at his collarbone, tongue slipping out to lick at the little nips he makes. Mike’s loving every second and he can’t believe Tre wants him. No he doesn’t care that Tre was cross-dressing; the man does it all the time. But Mike likes Tre either way.
He hums against Tre as the other man is undoing his pants and he smirks, pulling pack to take them off. Soon enough, there’s a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and the two are kissing feverishly, like a newlywed couple separated for a decade.
Tre’s never once considered his love for Mike would ever be returned. He never thought he’d be so caught up of this feeling of blissful ecstasy that it makes him want to bite or somehow violently vent out his lust. He decides he’ll do it, grabbing Mike’s shoulders and kissing at his neck before finally biting down.
“Ahh!” Mike gasps, “T-tre…” He’s never been bitten, yet he’s always know he’s liked it, and now Tre’s the one biting him. Mike’s back arches against Tre as he flips them over and now he’s the one on top.
“Mike…fuck…”
“What?” Mike asks shakily.
“You taste like coffee.” Tre smiles.
“Is that a bad thing?” Mike questions with a doubtful tone, until Tre kisses him again.
“Hang on.” He whispers, pulling a little something out from that long jacket. Mike’s looking nervously at Tre until the drummer places the little bottle casually on the bedside table.
“Lotion?” Mike asks. Tre chuckles before climbing back over the bassist and kissing him.
“Gotta play the part, right?” Tre replies, Mike wrapping those strong tattooed arms around him. He nods, kissing the drummer eagerly. It gets highly passionate as Mike begins to grind his hips against Tre’s again. Tre whimpers before grabbing the lotion and opening it.
“Tre!” Mike gasped, his head falling back as the drummer coats his erection and positions himself over Mike.
“W-we can stop…” Mike breathes. “If-if you want…”
“No.” Tre replies firmly before obscene moans fill the room as Tre impales himself on the bassist.
“Tre…oh, fuck.” Mike groans before attacking Tre’s neck with kisses and light nips. Tre’s bouncing in a steady rhythm, moaning at the constant pleasure, which increases even more so as Mike wraps his free hand around Tre’s throbbing cock.
"I'm gonna..." Tre moans, "Oh, fuck, Mike, I'm gonna come..."
"I know..." Mike gasps as seed pools into Tre, who's moaning and writhing in ecstacy in Mike's arms. The high lasts a while until Tre pushes off, collapsing next to Mike and kissing every bit of the blonde he could reach.
"I love you." Mike whispers.
"I love you too." Tre smiles, pulling the sheets up around them as Mike wraps his arms around Tre's waist.
I got a guy with a short skirt and a lonnnnng.... lonnng jacket.