Prompt: Micky is insecure. Mike tries to make him feel better.

Rating: R

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Micky helplessly stared at himself in the full-length mirror. Wild, curly brown hair, dull brown eyes, and a body that was too skinny stared back at him.

"I'm skinny as hell, but somehow my stomach is flabby," Micky muttered, scowling. He cussed at himself. "How the hell is that possible?"

Micky continued to stare at his pitiful reflection until he was interrupted by the bedroom door opening. The lock was broken and Micky cussed again, covering his chest and stomach with his arms as Mike entered the room.

"Micky? What're you doin'?" Mike asked. Micky was dressed only in his boxers and he was painfully aware of Mike's eyes raking up and down his body. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hating myself," he muttered.

"What?" Mike asked. Micky thought Mike hadn't heard him until he asked a follow-up question. "Why would you think that way?"

"Look at me!" Micky cried. He glared at his reflection in the mirror. "My hair is too curly, I don't have any muscle, I hate the color of my eyes..."

Micky broke off with a sob and buried his face in his hands. He heard footsteps and the space next to him on the bed sank down, signaling someone had sat there.

"Mick..." Mike's gentle voice filled Micky's ears as his hands were pried away from his face, revealing his blotchy red eyes and the tears that trailed down his cheeks, "you're beautiful."

"No I'm not. I—" Micky was suddenly cut off with a gasp, as Mike's lips graced his with a gentle kiss. Insecurities temporarily forgotten, Micky closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Mike's neck, pulling him closer.

"You're beautiful," Mike whispered again as he pulled away. He kissed Micky's red, tear-stained cheeks and trailed his kisses down to Micky's neck. He lightly sucked on the area of skin there and Micky responded with a small, unsure moan.

"Absolutely beautiful." Mike laid Micky down on the bed and continued the trail of kisses down Micky's chest. He kissed every freckle, mole, scar, everything that made up Micky's glorious body.

Micky was getting aroused at this point, his erection becoming more and more evident with every kiss Mike laid on his skin. He was also aware of Mike's own hardening cock and tried to bring it to his attention.

"Mike, you—" Micky tried to run his hand over the bulge, but Mike gently slapped his hand away.

"Not now, Micky," Mike said. "Don't worry about me. This is about you. I'm gonna make you love yourself."

I doubt that's possible, Micky thought to himself. But he said nothing as Mike returned to his previous task—kissing every inch of Micky's body. He used one hand to rub soothing circles into Micky's side as his kisses approached Micky's lower belly and the waistband of his underwear.

"Mike," Micky gasped as Mike slowly pulled down his boxers, lips following close behind. He kissed every inch of Micky's legs before stopping just above the ankles and trailing up again. He kissed Micky's inner thighs and finished with a gentle kiss to the tip of Micky's cock, which caused the boy to gasp and buck his hips. He moaned softly, which made Mike smile.

"See? You're beautiful."

"Mike, I'm really not. I—" Micky was cut off again, this time with a moan as Mike took the tip of his cock into his mouth. He slowly sucked on the tip, his skillful tongue dancing around it with a thin layer of saliva. Micky moaned again and Mike pulled away.

"Even the noises you make are beautiful."

Mike's lips returned to Micky's tip and his warm brown eyes watched as the other boy gasped and moaned above him. A thin layer of sweat covered Micky's face and neck, matting his dark curls to his forehead. He moaned again as Mike slowly licked up the underside of his cock before taking the thing in his mouth in its entirety.

"Christ, Mike!"

"Shhh," the older boy shushed him, smiling against his cock. He placed one hand on Micky's hip, using the index finger to rub circles into his soft skin. His other hand stroked the rest of Micky's cock and massaged his balls, working with the parts that Mike himself couldn't reach with his mouth.

Micky was so lost in a sea of pleasure that he'd almost forgotten what had earned him this surprise in the first place. He tried thrusting his cock further into Mike's soft, warm mouth, but was held down at the hips by Mike's strong hand. He was close to his release when Mike suddenly pulled away. Micky whimpered, shivering as he found himself torn apart from the warmth of Mike's mouth.

"M-Mike?"

"Do you believe me?" Mike asked. He stared down at Micky with his warm, but intimidating eyes.

"B-Believe you?" Micky gasped.

"Do you believe me when I say that you're beautiful?"

Reality struck as Micky suddenly remembered what had gotten the two of them in that position in the first place. He blushed and shamefully looked away.

"I c-can't, Mike," he whispered. "I-I want to, but I...I..." He broke off with a sob and blushed even more as he felt the hot tears start their journey down his cheeks.

"Damnit Micky," Mike sighed. What he did next was surprising. Despite being fully clothed, he crawled into Micky's lap and straddled his waist. Micky gasped. The feeling of Mike's rough jeans against his exposed cock was almost too much and he almost came right then and there. He was soon brought back to focus when Mike leaned forward and met his lips in a hot, passionate kiss.

Mike's movements were slow as he took the lead in the kiss and softly pried Micky's mouth open with his tongue. Micky moaned and tried to pull Mike closer. However, Mike pulled away.

"Did you like that?" he asked, looking straight into Micky's eyes.

"Yes," Micky breathed.

"Well, I'm glad one of us did, 'cause I sure didn't."

Micky was suddenly crestfallen. "Wh-What?" He looked down at his hands.

Great, he thought. One more thing to be insecure about.

"Micky," Mike lifted Micky's chin with his fingers. The two were eye to eye and this time, Micky couldn't look away. "Do you love me?"

"Of course I do."

Mike smiled. He gave Micky a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away. "I love you too," he said. Then he sighed. "But it's hard."

Tears gathered in Micky's eyes. He wanted to look away, but knew that he couldn't. "Why?" he whispered.

"I'm going to ask you a question, Mick. I want to see if you can answer it for me."

"O-Okay?" Micky didn't know what Mike was going on about and he waited nervously for something to be said.

Mike sighed. "How do you expect me to love a man who doesn't even love himself?"

Micky's jaw dropped. Mike's words echoed over and over again in his head and he was silent for a long time.

"That's what I thought," Mike said. He got off of Micky and got off the bed, heading for the bedroom door.

"W-Wait!" Micky cried. "Where are you going?"

"I can't love you until you learn to love yourself, Mick," Mike said quietly.

"Please," Micky whispered. He was crying now. "Please. I...I promise I'll try."

Mike looked at him for several long, agonizing minutes. Then he walked back to the bed and met Micky in a soft, sweet kiss.

"Promise?" he whispered.

"I pr-promise." Micky was still crying.

Mike smiled and sat up, unbuttoning his shirt. Micky captured his lips in a kiss again and they rolled over so Mike was on top, touching Micky everywhere with his strong, sweet hands.

They made sweet love for the rest of the night.