STAR TREATMENT

After Mickey wrapped his leg around the older man, Gerald let his hand rest on the man’s hip and hummed softly feeling his husband underneath his touch - it was far better than the empty bed, and nothing against Weller, but him as well. “Would I though? I don’t even like New Zealand,” Gerry teased before he felt Mickey’s lips against his. Smiling against his mouth as he did so, Gerry said, “Well, if you do at least make sure it’s at least a good tune, I can’t get too mad at ya for that.” And though Gerald was only teasing, waking the man up before he wanted to wake up was always a trip to hell. Gerald laughed softly and said, “God, you’re bloody needy tonight.” Though, Gerald proceeded to wrap Mickey as tightly as he could in his arms until he felt little pops under his arms from the man’s back. “Better, princess?”

“Fuck you New Zealand is lit. I’ll go live in Hobbiton.”  Mickey shot back with a big smile as he watched Gerry fro a moment before kissing his lips. His hand reached up to stroke over Gerry’s face, feeling at the stubble there.  “Fine, it’ll be the best tune yet. Duh.” he winked  before giggling as he stayed curled up. When the man cracked his back he hummed and nodded. “Much.” he laughed and gave him another kiss before burying his face in the man’s neck. “And you love when I’m needy. If your son wasn’t in bed with us right now I’d be a lot more needy.” he teased, leaving a purple mark against his husband’s neck before he rolled over to face Weller, beginning to pet the dog. “G’night. Love you.”

The older male only lifted his shoulder in a shrug - while he did like the Bronx, as it was where he grew up and where his family was at, he couldn’t say he particularly enjoyed it. Not when he had to watch his parents worry about making enough to feed him and his family. “Awful? Hardly. I’d say it’s charming. Better than mine.” His accent was a blend of New Yorker, Italian and Armenian - his immigrant grandparents, on both sides, having raised him and his brothers and teaching them their languages. “So, mind if I ask what made you decide to move to Chicago?”

“Aw, well thank you.” Mickey laughed as the man complimented his accent. “I do enjoy yours though it’s definitely different.” he hummed and nodded as he set down his menu, quickly ordering himself a beer and some fries before focusing back on the large man in front of him. “Mm I suppose sex mostly.  And I was sort of running away from my life.” he explained with a soft smile.  “And you, love? Why are you here?”

“Might be a good idea..” He chuckled a little and raised a brow when the other turned to face him. He gently kissed him back as he was pulled closer. “So are ye.” He grunted as he moved a hand down to slowly push two fingers in.

“I’ll have to make it for you special some time. It wasn’t the most popular cupcake but it does get requested for parties.” Lin gave a little bit of a grin. “He passed away about five years ago, and I finally got a chance to celebrate his life in this way. Yes, yes. A walk would be nice.”

“That sounds great. I’ll have a party and I’ll get you to cater.” He rambled before smiling at the man. As the man spoke about his brother he frowned and nodded.  “Let’s go then. I don’t really know any cool places down here, but we’ll find somethin’.”

“Chewy sweet tarts are so good. I had a cupcake I used to make featuring those as a topper.” Lin set his painting things aside. “That is what I am thinking because I don’t want to risk messing it up. It’s a painting in tribute of my brother.”

“Wow really? I’m not sure how I’d feel about all that but I’d be willing to try definitely.” he laughed as he leaned against the counter.  “Oh I got you.” he hummed and nodded. “That’s a beautiful idea.” he nodded before looking down. “Need to go for a walk?”

“Ye got a point.” Emmett chuckled a bit. “Oh I feckin’ will. Trus’ me on t’at..” He snorted a bit and bit his bottom lip. “Feck… Alright, um….. Definitely should get ye ready, shouldn’t I?” He raised a brow before moving to stroke him again, slowly this time.

“It does sound tempting.” Danny answered when the other suggested that he’d hire him personally. It sounded like a good idea, but Danny also knew that he needed to get a real job with actual work hours and well, a salary. “But let’s see what happens with this second interview first… at least before we start pickin’ out silks n’ shit. Just in case, y’know?” He chuckled at the description of Mickey dealing with his own jeans, glad that he understood the feeling. As he sank back against the couch, he plopped his lanky legs up on the coffee table. “That’s true—lube does have multiple uses. Hopefully it won’t be that bad though.”

Mickey giggled at him as the man spoke about how tempting it was. “Okay fine. Before We get the negligee and the silk, we’ll see if we hear back from them. But then after that we’ll work on the pin ups. I’ve still got the hips and ass for it though my flat chest is gone, may they rest in peace.”  He snorted at his own jokes as he reached out to run his hands through Danny’s hair as he snuggled in. “Lube is best for slip n slides.” he smirked as he moved to rest his head on the man’s shoulder. “Sorry I’m fucking exhausted from these shows.” he sighed. “If you do actually wanna get pants off though we can.”

“Oh shut up,” Gerald said and laughed softly. “It was a phase, mum,” he teased before giving Mickey a little squeeze to pull the other closer to him. Gerald knew he had no right to talk about hair, god he really had no room because his styles back in the day were atrocious. He looked like he stepped right out of the sixties rather than looking like the 20 year old that he was at the time. “Oh my god,” Gerald said and thought about what Mickey said, and picturing the man from the show and then Mickey sent Gerald into a laughing spell. “God, I can’t believe I’m married to a guy that makes posters,” he said and shook his head with another laugh to follow. When the other yawned, Gerry jutted out his bottom lip and let it quiver even though Mickey couldn’t see it in the dark. “You better not wake me up in two hours. I’ll fight ya,” he said and gave the man’s leg a little nudge with his toe.

Mickey laughed hard when he joked about it being a phase.  “You’re still disgusting though, mate.” he teased his husband, smiling widely as he was pulled in closer. He easily wrapped a leg around his middle, pulling Gerry closer as well.  When his husband began to giggle he shoved at his arm playfully. “Fuck you. You’d love my New Zealand posters.” he giggled at him before he leaned in to kiss his lips slowly.  “I’ll try not to wake you up. Who knows maybe I’ll sleep in for once I have a chord stuck in my head though so I might fuck around with the guitars.” he murmured half asleep against Gerry’s lips. “Mm, hold me tighter I wanna be squeezed. I want that back cracked.” he laughed.

“I guess if you’ve been around pretty much you really develop a taste for the finer things huh?” He commented while letting out a chuckle. He didn’t mean any malice about it though. Some people like Deep dish pizza, some people don’t. His train of thought was then distracted when Michael voiced his opinion about tye scones “Just good? Man you really are hard to please.”

“I suppose you do. In some ways.” Mickey laughed. “Still like trashy men. Trashy beer. Trashy food.  Only fancy things I do is almond milk, espresso, trousers and cars.” he laughed as he ran a hand over his shaved head, still adjusting to it.  “No no. Us British folk are just rather dedicated to always seeming unimpressed.” he giggled. 

“Ye likin’ t’is?” Emmett purred out as he stroked him. He smirked when he quickly grabbed his hand, however, and pulled him to the bedroom. He moved to quickly move over to him, hopping up on the bed behind him “Shite.. T’at’s feckin’ pretty.” He growled. “Which hole dae ye want..?”

Gerald had to admit that even though Franklin was a right shit, he was the perfect dog for Mickey. The little shit always had a way of making Gerald’s life absolute hell the moment he rubbed Mickey the wrong way - or even looked at him in a funny fashion, Frankie was right there to make sure that the older man didn’t do it again. Once Mickey settled and he was curled up to him, Gerry draped an arm over the man and closed his eyes as he listened. “Yeah, well, we’re getting past the past, yeah?” he asked. Gerald had done countless numbers of researches when it came to the transgender topic. And though he would never understand what Mickey went through, he tried. He just never would understand it because well, Gerald wasn’t transgender. “You are hot,” Gerry replied and opened his eyes to look up at the man. Even with an egg shaped head, Gerald was still head over heels in love with Mickey. “Was that so hard?” Gerry asked laughing some as the man spoke, only to let out a loud ‘Ow!’ when Mickey slapped his arm. “You’re just pissed because the only bloody thing you can grow is a goatee and no one likes them unless they’re into fat bikers.”

Mickey nodded at him quickly. “Well we’re trying to get past the past. It’s hard though, mate.” He laughed at him as he reached out to rub  at his husband’s forearm once it was wrapped around him. Gently he brought Gerry’s hand to his mouth to kiss at his knuckles. “Mm, you’re hot too I guess. Most days. When you don’t have bangs.” he teased his husband as he looked over his shoulder. He giggled when the man cried about hitting him. “Oh you baby you’re fine.” he said, pinching at him next as he rolled over to face him, sticking his tongue out at the lithe man. “Oi fuck you. I look good even though I look like the bloke from Flight Of The Conchords. The manager guy.” he giggle and smiled dumbly at his husband in the dark. “I’m so tired but I know my body is gonna wake me up in two hours.” he complained with a yawn as he buried his face in Gerry’s neck, snuggling up to him to try and stay warm.

“That’s true, you are a very needy boy.” Danny couldn’t help smiling as Mickey gave him a little playful nudge, those little unspoken moments between friends that Danny savored. “Yeah—I guess that’s true. It does take a lot of work to look that good.” He continued to let his fingers roam over the other’s exposed neck, glancing into Mickey’s eyes as the other said maybe. Danny couldn’t help but laugh. “You might be able to talk me outta these jeans—but you might have to help me wiggle out of ‘em, too. I had to inhale just to get these beauties zipped up.” As Mickey took a seat on the couch, Danny decided to plop down next to him to get comfortable. “I hope so. I’m really betting on this to work out.”

“I am.” Mickey whined cutely as he pouted at Danny, enjoying being a brat more than anything.  He flushed some as he felt Danny’s fingers roam against his pale skin. It took just about all Mickey had not to jump him right there. It was barely even a touch but it always seemed to drive him wild.  He bit at his lower lip as the man spoke again, really forcing himself to listen this time. “Man I’ve been there before but I think with some elbow grease we’ll get you out of there. If not we’ll just have to use the lube to get you out.” he laughed  as he sat back, reminding himself silently there was no rush. “Eh, if not I’ll hire you to take my boudoir photos.  Get me good angles and all that.” he joked with a smile as he nuzzled up against the man’s side.