Insert witty title here – by Noda Bear’s Bitch

Title: Insert witty title here

Author: Noda Bear’s Bitch

Pairing: Mike/Rob

Disclaimer: I wish Mike owned me

Chapter 1

It started off as a crush; I was fascinated by his half Japanese features. It hit me the instant we met; though that could have been the garage door and the resulting concussion as I found myself unable to look away from the boy stood with my friend, utterly distracted by love at first sight and forgetting to stop the skateboard outside Brad’s house. I lay on the floor too dazed to be embarrassed, my vision cleared, and his face appeared over me with that beaming smile offering me a hand, I had never seen anyone so beautiful. His eyes and smile, the way he laughed and spoke, his playful manner all fascinated me. I was 15 and had never thought of myself as being gay before, girls had never greatly interested me, but I just figured I was picky. I didn’t have the courage to tell him how I felt, I was afraid he would hate me, so I admired him from a distance. Occasionally he would talk to me and this always got me flustered, he only had to look at me and I got butterflies, an accidental touch would almost cause me to pass out.

His best friend Brad and I were in a band together in high school; they were both a couple of years older than me, but Brad stayed in touch when they went to college, so it meant I still got to see them both as they remained close friends. One weekend my parents went to visit my grandparents leaving me alone in the house to study, so like any normal seventeen-year-old threw a party. I invited everyone I knew and they in turn brought everyone they knew, not that I cared because I knew Brad was bringing Mike. The party bored me, I was surrounded by girls that kept saying things like “do you work out?” and “wow your arms are strong, I bet you could lift me up”. I didn’t want to speak to the girls or anyone else there. All I wanted to do was see Mike, I didn’t know what I would say to him, but he was in my house sitting on the couch on his own and I just wanted to go over and say “hi”.

“Oh, Rob take me into your big strong arms and protect me from Mike’s bad mood” Brad shouted jumping on me and wrapping his arms around me in a tight hold, interrupting me from my thoughts of Mike.

“What the fuck! Brad! Get off me!!!”

“But Rob he’s evil and I’m scared” he reasoned with me pretending to shake with fear holding me tighter.

“Brad get off me or I tell everyone here that you’re a bed wetter.”

“I do not!!!!” he said releasing his hold allowing me to breathe “I don’t wet the bed, Mike does.”

“Hey!!!” Mike shouted from across the room and I instantly got nervous.

“Oh my god it speaks!”

“Fuck you Brad!”

“Gladly, Rob is it okay if we use your bedroom?”

“Huh? Um I um yeah if you er change the sheets afterwards.”

“What! Rob it was a joke, like I would want to touch him!”

I should have known he was joking but hearing Mike’s voice just got me dizzy, talking about him made me excited and seeing him got me anxious. The thought of Mike and Brad together made me feel ill. I tried to cover my embarrassment by introducing Brad to the girls I was talking to but was soon distracted by Mike talking to Kim. Kim and I had been friends since before I could remember, our mother’s joke about us sharing a cot and still say that we will probably get married. I think she suspected I was gay long before I did, she is the only person I have ever told about my feelings for Mike and promised me that she would talk to him at the party to see if he likes me.

Brad also noticed Mike talking to Kim and suggested we go rescue her before Mike either drunkenly said something stupid, started crying, threw up, passed out or all the above. So, we made our way over and sat on the table opposite Mike and Kim who were on the couch just catching the end of what Kim was saying: “…he likes everyone”

“Who likes everyone?” I asked.

“You do Sweetie-pie.”

At that point I didn’t know what to do, Mike just called me Sweetie-Pie, he spoke to me and gave me a cute pet name.

“Mike?”

“Yes Brad?”

“Why did you just call Rob ‘Sweetie-pie’?”

“Because Kate said it.”

“You mean Kim.” I corrected Mike quickly before Kim killed him, she was looking pissed off which meant it wasn’t the first time he’d called her Kate.

“Sweetie-pie?” I was so happy when he called me that again.

“Yes Mikey?”

“Kate keeps disappearing and this Kim lady has taken my vodka” I look over to the empty bottle in Kim’s hands and realize that Mike was incredibly drunk, so the Sweetie-Pie thing was just the drink talking, it wasn’t real, he wouldn’t even remember doing it.

Brad and I persuaded a very drunk Mike to leave the party before he threw up or passed out, so I took Mike to my bed room with the intension of putting him to bed, whilst Kim “entertained” Brad. I got him to the bathroom just in time for him to vomit; even watching that didn’t stop me wanting him, all I could think of was how I practically carried him there, he was speaking to me, that he needed me.

“I’m sorry” he said sobering up, slightly embarrassed leaning against the bathroom wall, I passed him a towel and a glass of water and told him it was okay and it happens at every party. I liked that it was just the two of us; it had never been that way before. I could talk to him when there was no one else around.

“So why were you in such a bad mood and drinking so much?”

“Maria dumped me” I hated Maria, not that I knew her, she had him and I didn’t, but she left him so I was somewhat happy he was single.

“Oh?”

“Apparently we want different things, I want her, and she wants my roommate.”

“Oh.”

“We were together 8 months, I thought she was the one, she takes one look at his pretty green eyes and its bye-bye Mike”

His eyes glistened and he looked at the floor. A tear fell down his face and onto his leg, I moved to sit next to him and brush away his tears.

“Mike it’s okay.”

“It hurts.”

I wanted to take away his pain, he looked so sad and vulnerable, but even more beautiful than I had ever seen before.

“I know”

“Make it go away.”

“I wish I could” I pulled him into a hug and held him rubbing his back as he cried “Do you want to go to bed?” I asked innocently but realized how it sounded, I wanted him but I didn’t want him to know that, embarrassed I corrected myself “I er m-mean er do you want to er go g-g-get in to my bed and er sleep?”

He giggled and agreed.

I followed him to my bedroom, and he started to undress, I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. He stood in front of me in just his boxers, I wanted to touch his skin, run my fingers across his back, gently kiss his chest and neck, hold him, love him, and take his pain away. He got into my bed, and I stood there watching searching for something to say. “Are y-you okay now?” was all I stuttered out. He bursts into tears; again, I sat down next to him and stroked his hair.

“She said she never loved me,” he sobbed leaning into me, crying louder. “Am I so unlovable?”

“No of course you're not, she just wasn’t for you.”

“If you say there are plenty more fish in the sea, I will fucking kill you!”

Not sure if he was joking, I stop stroking him. “I won’t, but I’m sure there are people out there that will love you.” I answered finally, I loved him, it wasn’t just a crush anymore, I loved everything about him, I wanted to tell him that, I wanted him to feel loved by me. He cried harder, burying his face in the pillow, apologising, and sobbed. I turned out the light, told him not to be and continued stroking his hair, running my fingers through it shushing him to sleep.

I lay down facing him; stroking his head and watching him sleep. He seemed peaceful, the noise from the party downstairs was quieting and soon all I could hear was the sound of his breathing. “I love you” I whispered happy that I had finally said it, even if he was asleep. He brushed his leg against mine and snuggled up closer, I moved my hand down from his hair, across his face and down to his back pulling him closer and wrap him in my arms. Even though there was a sheet between us, and I was fully dressed, the closeness of our bodies excited me more than I ever thought possible. I wanted to be closer, I wanted him to be mine, I wanted him to love me back, and I wanted to kiss him. I leant forwards and gently pressed my lips to his, it was only a short kiss, unreturned, but a kiss all the same. I whispered that I loved him again, pulled him closer, closed my eyes and fell to sleep, happy that for one night he was in my arms. He was mine.