InsaneJournal

Who: Alec and Mickey
When: Tuesday, June 1
What: the morning after, which doesn't go so well
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: completed log

Mickey woke into the soft buzzing sound of morning news flowing through the screen in his mind, and a background of music. He was sprawled in bed, on the covers instead of under them, something warm pressed up against his hip. A flash of light blinked on and off inside his head until he focused on it, and it resolved into two words.

Don't panic.

...the hell? His eyes flew open and he pushed at the body next to him, shoving it towards the center of the bed as he slid off the side, landing in a naked heap on the floor. Naked. And the other guy was naked.

"Oh fucking hell, not again!" Mickey yelled, voice still gravelly and worn with sleep.

Alec started awake, rolling over to see what was going on. He blinked groggily, noticing that the other person in the room, the yelling person, was not Jimmy. Pity, that. "Oh," he said, when he finally got his eyes to focus. "It's you. Hello again." He yawned and stretched and forced himself to sit up, smiling slightly at the pleasant ache the suffused his body. "I suppose you'll be wanting me to go?"

Watching him stretch, seeing the red marks that dotted his right shoulder, some much darker than others, flashes of memory not his own sputtered brightly in Mickey's mind. He cringed at them, sick to his stomach at the images. "Get out." He climbed back onto the bed, shoving the other man hard and off the other side. "Out of my bed. Out of my room. Don't come back. Don't even think--"

His voice stopped like something shut it off, and Mickey pressed the heel of his hand to his temple. Oh, I don't know, he's kind of cute. Do you think he likes girls?

"No, no, no," Mickey said under his breath, shaking his head, both hands at his head. He looked up, glaring furiously at Alec. "Stay away from me. All of me."

Alec hit the floor, banging his elbow hard enough that it made his arm tingle. The pain of it, and the shock of the waking, was enough to erase all of the good Jimmy had done. He stood up. "That," he said, his voice low and edged with fury, "was uncalled for." And then he just stood there, naked, jaw clenched, and glared at Mickey, daring him to touch him again.

Mickey clambered over the bed, sliding off the same side as Alec, staring at him. No, seriously, ask him already? It's real easy, just say do you like girls? He clenched his jaw tight against words that wanted to bubble out, not his words, not his voice, not his thoughts at all. All his fault, all this guy's fault, wouldn't have happened if he hadn't come here.

"Out, out!" Mickey grabbed Alec's shoulders, turning him, pushing him towards the door with a rough shove. "Just get out. GO."

"I'm naked," Alec pointed out. "I don't fancy wandering down the hall in such a state, so you'll have to give me a moment." He twisted away from Mickey's grasp and picked up a pair of jeans, but they were too big. Jimmy's. Oh, they were going to have words about this when next he showed up, and the only ones he had any interest in hearing out of Jimmy's mouth were, 'I'm sorry.' He dropped them and found his own, in no hurry as he slid them on.

He'd often been asked if he had any sense of self-preservation at all. Alec suspected the answer was no.

He wasn't listening. He wasn't leaving. He was dressing, which was better than having a naked guy in his room, but Mickey could barely think past where it had happened again. And he didn't know what had happened, not exactly, although the memory flashes gave him some idea that it wasn't as bad as it could've been.

But damnit, the guy was still in his room, not leaving, not going anywhere, bad as any voice inside his own head. He reached down, some instinct identifying the button down and t-shirt that were not Jimmy's, and crumpled them in his hands, pushing them into Alec's chest. "Take it and go. You just-- you need to get out of here. I need you to go. Not be here. Not in my room, damnit." Again he grabbed the other man's shoulders, not caring that he was half-dressed. "This didn't happen, it's never happening again, just-- go. Get out. Forget it." He shoved him roughly to the door.

Be gentle. Don't panic. It's not like it was you.

Mickey groaned loudly. "Shut up, shut up."

Alec knew he should just leave. But he'd never in his life been good at doing as he was told. "You need to stop shoving me," he said, putting a finger in the middle of Mickey's chest and letting it dig in.

It was just a fingertip, but it made Mickey absolutely aware that he was still naked and had woken up with this man that way, and he was clothed now which left Mickey at a disadvantage. And when he looked down, he saw a faint scratch nearby on his own skin. Ohgodohgod. "No." He lashed out, striking at that hand, panic making him need to hurt to get it away and stop threatening him here in his own space. "You need to just go."

"What?" Alec said, taking a step closer. "No goodbye kiss?"

Mickey's eyes widened, a sudden flash lighting up on the internal screen of his mind. "No!" He didn't think, just reacted, lashing out to strike at Alec, a punch swinging for his chin even as he backpedaled roughly, until the bed got in the way behind him.

Alec's head snapped back, and he fell back a step, crashing into the door so that the knob dug into the small of his back. He winced. "You're no fun," he said. His mouth tasted of salt and iron, and he reached up to find his lip had split with Mickey's punch. "You were much better last night."

"Last night never happened," Mickey snapped. But it did, and he remembered it in bits and snatches, and he wished he could erase it from his mind as easy as it was to forget what one of the others had had for dinner. He was shaking, hands vibrating with tension as he stood there, trying not to lash out again because oh hell his knuckles hurt, but he wanted to. Wanted to just shove this guy's face against the wall until he saw blood and oh hell, he wasn't violent like this, was he? He clenched his fists against the difficulty of staying still. "Don't you understand English? Do I have to push you through the door? There's nothing for you here. Get out."

Alec twisted the doorknob and tugged it open. He smiled sweetly at Mickey as blood dripped down his chin. "'Til next time," he said, and blew him a kiss, then ducked out and shut the door behind him before Mickey could come after him again.