Prompt:

Rating: PG-13

Title: "Next Time, Use White."

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Mike whistled as he ambled into the kitchen for breakfast. He was alone—Peter and Davy had gone out. Micky was normally a late sleeper so Mike was surprised to find his bed empty, but he simply figured he'd gone off to join Peter and Davy in whatever they were up to. Mike didn't mind though. With three roommates, it was pretty hard to find a moment of peace and quiet.

Mike stopped whistling and got himself two slices of bread. He popped them in the toaster before searching the cabinets for cereal. He settled on Rice Krispies and poured himself a bowl. He poured milk into the bowl and carried it over to the table.

Ding!

Mike jumped. The bowl of cereal fell from his hands, shattering to the floor. Milk and Rice Krispies littered the floor and soaked his bare feet.

Grumbling to himself, Mike grabbed a towel and knelt down to clean up the mess. Then he froze.

Laughter.

Slowly, Mike stood back up. His gaze travelled to the kitchen doorway.

Micky stood there, watching him.

"Hiya, Mike," Micky snickered, leaning against the open door frame. Mike's eyes widened and his cheeks flamed red. "Need a hand?"

"I—y-you didn't see that, did you?"

A smirk and a cocked eyebrow confirmed Mike's worst fears. He groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"Oh God."

Grumbling to himself, Mike returned to the floor to resume clean-up. Micky's laughter echoed in his ears. The curly-haired boy picked up the remnants of the shattered bowl. Then he grabbed a towel to help wipe up.

"That was pretty funny y'know," Micky snickered again.

"Shut up."

Micky grinned. "You should've seen your face!"

"What're you doin' here, anyway? I thought you'd gone out."

"I did, but I forgot my wallet so I came back." Micky's eyes twinkled. "Glad I did."

"You ain't seen anythin'."

"Oh, but I beg to differ."

Mike sighed and rolled his eyes. He stood up, balling the soaked towel and throwing it into the sink. "You ain't never gonna let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, I dunno." Micky stood and mimicked Mike's actions, but his towel hung precariously off the edge of the sink. "I think there's a way you could get me to shut up."

"Oh yeah?" Mike stared at him. "Like what?"

A small smile traced Micky's lips and he gently pushed Mike by the chest until the raven-haired man was backed up against the wall. Mike frowned, wondering what Micky was up to.

"Kiss me," Micky breathed.

"What?!" Mike gawked at his friend. "No way, man! Are you high or somethin'?"

Micky shook his head and took Mike's hand in his. "No," he said, "I'm not."

Mike flinched. He wanted so badly to yank his hand away, yell at Micky for being a creep, but he didn't have the heart. His breath caught in his throat as he stared back at Micky's wide eyes.

"Just one kiss," Micky whispered. "Then I'll never speak of it again, I promise."

Mike gulped.

Then he slowly leaned forward to meet Micky's lips in a soft, unsure kiss.

Micky sighed and relaxed against him, bringing his arms up to wrap around Mike's neck. Mike's hands shook as he rested them on Micky's hips, pulling him closer. His eyes unwillingly fluttered shut and his lips gently parted open as Micky used one hand to run his fingers through Mike's hair. His other arm tightened around Mike's neck.

Mike was the first one to pull away, holding Micky at arm's length. The drummer's eyes were wide.

"I liked that," he breathed.

"I..." Mike gaze dropped to the floor and his cheeks burned again. "I liked that too."

The grin reappeared on Micky's face and he beamed, kissing Mike's cheek. They turned a darker shade of red as Mike looked up at him.

"Now what?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Now..." Micky's gaze travelled past Mike and his eyes lit up. "Toast!"

Before Mike could stop him, Micky snatched a piece of toast and took a big bite. His nose immediately scrunched up.

"Next time, use white bread," he coughed.

Mike chuckled. "I know how much you hate wheat."

Micky stuck his tongue out in disgust and shook his head as he set the piece of toast on the counter. He looked up as Mike laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You."

This time it was Micky who blushed, but he smiled. Mike smiled back and started to lean in—

The phone rang.

Micky squealed and jumped, turning his head to glare at the ringing phone. Mike's laughter lit up the whole room.

Micky was still frowning and he folded his arms over his chest in a pout. "Guess you'll tell Peter and Davy, huh?" he asked sarcastically.

"Oh, I dunno." Mike smirked as he took a step closer. "I think there's a way you could get me to shut up."