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"So," Frank says. "Um. Right. So I'm going to leave this here with you and, uh." He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair.
Mikey looks away from the TV long enough to see Frank shifting from foot to foot. Then Chakotay starts yelling at Paris and the TV sucks him back in.
When the commercials come on, Frank picks up the remote and mutes the TV. "So, right, I'm leaving this envelope here for you. Don't open it unless I go missing, okay?" He lays an envelope down on the arm of the couch.
Mikey picks it up and holds it to the light. "Can I open it right now?"
"No. Just. If I'm not back by noon tomorrow, call the cops and tell them I got brutally murdered."
Mikey frowns and opens the envelope.
"Fucker, I told you not to--"
"I'm not comfortable with any scenario that could possibly lead to your death, so suck it up." Mikey reads the note inside. It just says, If I end up brutally murdered, the guy who did it is probably MstrDon from the Newark Kink FetLife forum. His address is 1745 Green Street, and that's probably where I died.
"Asshole," Frank grumbles, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"You're going to go have sex with some dude you met on a fetish website?" Mikey asks.
Frank says, "Fuck you."
Mikey shrugs. He hadn't known that Frank was into kinky sex, but it's not like it bothers him or anything. He likes kinky sex sometimes, too. "Do you have a safeword?"
Frank says, "Oh, my God. I'm leaving."
"Don't get murdered," Mikey calls after him.
"Choke on your own spit and die," Frank calls back.
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"Hey," Mikey says, turning and scooting over to make room for Frank. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Frank whispers. His voice is rough and a little shaky. "Is it cool if I sleep here tonight?"
Mikey reaches out and pets Frank's hair clumsily. He says, "Of course it's cool. The sex wasn't good with Master Don?"
Frank laughs weakly. "It was good," he whispers. "It wasn't actually sex, but it was good. I just don't want to sleep alone."
Mikey yawns and lets Frank press close against him. He likes sharing body heat, so he's totally warm and comfortable when he falls back to sleep.
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Mikey makes a sound that's mostly a, "Yes."
"Can I talk to you?"
He says, "Mmm," and nods. He opens his eyes and the world is fuzzy, even Frank, whose face is only about a foot away. He closes his eyes again. "Do I need to put my glasses on for this conversation?"
"No. It might be easier if you're not looking at me, anyway."
Mikey says, "You want to tell me all about how Master Don did bad things to you last night?"
"Sort of. Mostly just that, um, that's a thing that I'm into and I never talked about it before. I never even did it before, not until last night. Not really. Not with somebody who didn't make me feel weird for wanting it."
"Sex is already weird," Mikey tells him. "Even, like, missionary position with a girl with the lights off is weird. Fucking awesome, but weird."
Frank laughs. "I should have known that totally vanilla het sex was your kink."
Mikey shrugs. "It's not. I like lots of stuff. Tell me what you want to tell me, already."
"It feels awkward to just come out and say it."
"I like making people gag on my dick," Mikey offers.
Frank says, "Um," sort of high pitched.
"That's how you just come out and say it. Defeat awkwardness through more awkwardness!" Mikey throws his arms up in victory, though the effect is lessened by the fact that he's lying on his back and one of his arms gets caught in the covers. "Or did you just sound like that because the idea of me making somebody gag on my dick freaks you out? It's not like I don't ask permission first, you know."
"It's," Frank says. "Okay. So. I like being dominated."
Mikey waits, then opens his eyes and looks over at Frank. His head just looks like a mostly round shape with fuzz on the top. "That's it? That's what was so awkward?"
"Most people think it's weird."
Mikey yawns and snuggles back into his covers. "Most people are idiots."