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psimickey:

mickey widened his eyes and a smug smile crept up his features, “really?” he asked with his brows furrowed “how much is a lot? because i think i might be thinking about it you a lot, too.“ he said, placing his hands on marco’s waist.

‘’ that i want what happen to happen again, and i can stop thinkin’ about you mijito.’’ he says, head tilting curiously. though he can’t help that smile that comes across his features, leaning in with a taunting smirk. ‘’ how muchh is alot mick ??’

@psimickey

‘’ so mick..’’ trailing off, marco bit his bottom lip as he looked him up and down. ‘’ i just.. want you to know, i’ve been thinkin’ lot ‘bout you..’’ he whispers, moving closer to him with a smirk.

#closed: mickey

psimickey:

the brief moment it takes for his friend to kiss him back is enough to make his heart pound in his chest in panic but he is quickly put at ease by soft lips moving against his own. mickey didn’t know what was going on but he was never one to question greatness and although his heart continues to pound, it was now for entirely different reasons. “you’re hot.” he replies, meeting the other male halfway as their mouths crashed again. his tongue traced across marco’s bottom lip, eager hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up as higher as he could before reluctantly breaking the kiss again “take it off.” he asked, slightly out of breath.

once the kiss was broken, marco looked up to meet his gaze and that smirk of his grew-- hands moving down to the bottom of his own shirt-- lifting it over his head and tossing it off to the side. marco’s hands go up to cup mickey’s face and he brings his head down once more, lips moving against his eagerly. ‘’ you’re not so bad yourself, mick.’’ he murmured back against his lips, hands running up and down mickey’s chest.

psimickey:

“i know but i feel bad. i don’t like it when my friends are sad. i wish i could go back in time and keep the bad things from happening." mickey muttered. "we should probably stop talking about your grandparents while i’m on top of you.” he joked. his lips begin to tremble with anticipation and mickey feels the build up in his stomach, the space in his pants tightening as his crotch is pressed against marco’s. “i’m going to–” he trails off and leans forward to finally close the gap between them with a tender kiss.

he figured it was the alcohol, but.. like he was complaining. marco didn’t have a prefrence on who he slept with, he didn’t mind at all. the feeling of mickey’s lips against his takes him a minute to respond, before his hands move up to cup his face-- lips moving eagerly against his. pulling back to look at him, his brows rose amusingly. ‘’ wow, mick. ‘s hot..’’ he muttered, before leaning in to kiss him again.

psimickey:

“that’s– wow.” he muttered, slightly taken aback by the revelation, “i’m sorry you had a tough time growing up, but i’m glad things are okay between you guys now. and my family is irish catholic so i know a thing or two about the bible, they will be very impressed with me.“ mickey told him with a smug smile. he gasped softly as he was rolled onto his back and laughed once they returned to their original position. it was breathtaking how easily the other could manhandle him. “you’re teasing me, aren’t you?” he said with an arched brow, gazing deeply into marco’s eyes “i want you.” he blurted out in a whisper.

‘’ how many times have i told you not to be sorry, gosh.. mick ‘s okay.’’ he shrugged, rubbing his forehead. ‘’they’re very intimidatin’, dios mio.’’ his lips curl up into a smirk as he stares up at the male, shrugging. ‘’ maybe i am, whatcha’ goin’ do ‘bout that ?? ‘’ marco whispered, propping himself up on his elbows. ‘’ so do somethin’ bout that.’’

psimickey:

“just try not to get killed out there.” he warned, “or kill anybody. i hear real life jail isn’t half as fun as orange is the new black.” mickey frowned slightly and his gaze dropped for a second before meeting the other’s again “are they homophobic?” his voice dropped a couple octaves “because i can totally pretend to be straight.” he added, failing to suppress a laugh as he spoke. gulping, he shrugged a shoulder. he wasn’t sure what was happening and he didn’t want to risk getting his ass beat. “i asked first.”

‘’ no promises mick.’’ he shrugged, and suddenly he’s sitting up a little bit. ‘’ what ? i mean, in some cases they are-- they’re just strict because i don’t.. follow the rules, and i’m open to literally anything. and the fact that i did drugs off my bible and might’ve sent the video to them my sophomore year... yeah.’’ marco said in thought, rolling over to where he was ontop of the male. ‘’ i asked you second. okay wait-- on second thought, i kind of like it wit’ you on top.’’ rolling back over to where mickey was ontop, his lips curled up into a smirk.

psimickey:

“that sounds dangerous. aren’t you afraid of hurting them? i never realized how violent it actually was. i can’t come to your games anymore, i’ll be worried the whole time.” mickey mused, a worried expression on his face. “i’ll be such a pro at spanish that they will think i’m a local boy you picked on your way there.” he joked. nodding, he did as he was told and continued to rub his hand up and down his friend’s abs. “it is. but why are you saying that now?” he asked, lowering himself so he was hovering marco’s face “is there anything else you want me to do?”

‘’ if it’s a team that deserves it, and has hurt someone on my team already-- then they’ve already had it coming.’’ marco said seriously, before laughing. ‘’ pft, my grandparents are ol’ school, mick. very traditional. i’ll have to explain it to you before taking you there.’’looking up at mickey he only smirked, hands cupping the boy’s face. ‘’ is there SOMETHING you’d like to do ?? ‘’ his eyebrows rose suggestively.

sofiabcss:

“ really? even when i accused you of using steroids? —i gotta say babe, sweet isn’t always my thing,” sofia batted her lashes, a smirk now tugging against the corners of her lips. “hm, what a coincidence—i always sat on the bleachers waiting for some abs every now and then. i think we would’ve made a great team—so tell me, how often did you take your shirt off? because if that habit carried on with you to college, then i might have just taken up a new found appreciation for baseball,” she shrugged.”correct option,” she stepped beside him, giving him a small twirl. once they approached the shower, sofia gave him an alluring, yet soft smile. “ now this is my ideal workout plan,” she stated, pressing her lips onto his as she pinned him against the shower head.

‘’ still, you were asking. but i bet you’re still sweet as fuck. an’ i took it off because i’d get hot, so it’d be pretty often.’’ pointing at her, his lips curl up into a smile as he winks down at her. he returns the kiss, his back hitting the shower head as his hands move to cup her face. flipping their positions to where he had her pinned, he deepened the kiss-- breaking apart to look at her. ‘’ best workout plan ever.’’

sofiabcss:

“ you’re welcome. see? i can be sweet when i wanna be,” she said with a wide, innocent smile. “ ‘cause everyone gets dirty and it’s just too much work. nope, and i never will. i always got out of PE by faking a broken ankle every year—there’s no way in hell i’m starting now,” sofia shrugged. with another upturn of her lips, the brunette caressed his shoulder up and down before tip-toeing up against his ear. “excellent observation,” she smiled, glancing towards an empty shower. “ babe, if ‘ya want to experience fun with sofia, you just gotta follow my lead,” she said, giving him a small wink as she motioned towards the empty vecinity.

‘’ never doubted you couldn’t be sweet, mijita. knew the second i laid eyes on you, that you’d be sweet as fuck.’’ there’s an innocent smile of his own across his features as he stares down at her, only shrugging. ‘’ wish we coulda’ went to school together then, probably woulda’ made PE more enjoyable. i always took my shirt off whenever i got hot.’’ his lips curl up into a smirk as he hears her words, and then he looks to the shower. after looking to the shower then back down at her, his smile grew and he only nodded. ‘’ i want to experience fun wit’ you, alright.’’ he murmured, following behind her closely-- his eyes still wandering her frame.

psimickey:

“you should make it a thing. laughter is the best medicine. you guys would probably win all the games.” mickey teased, nudging the other with his elbow. “i will brush up on my spanish so they will be impressed with me when i visit and not just think i’m some entitled white boy.” his eyebrows arched in surprise but his mouth quirked up into a smile “yeah?’ he asked, slipping his hand back up his friend’s shirt and rubbing his palm slowly against his abs "do you want me to keep doing it?”

‘’ our laughter is kind of a mixed, when we’re at a game and when i hit someone. that’s my medicine. hitting someone with a ninety mile per hour fast ball in the back. ‘’ pointing at him, marco can’t help that smile that comes across his features. ‘’ well yeah, that’s what you gotta do. unless, you know.. want the whole town glaring at you because.. yeah-- american white boy..’’ shrugging, he nodded. ‘’ sure, keep doin’ it. feels good.’’ laying back, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh. ‘’ life is good mick.’’

psimickey:

“maybe i should try out for the team and beat everyone with my tickling fingers.“ he joked. “i know, i was joking about going now but let me know when you go and if you want me to come. i’d love to meet your family.” mickey tilted his head to the side, brows furrowing in confusion as marco shifted underneath him. “is everything okay?” he sat up and pulled his hand away “sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. it just felt good.”

‘’ oh yeah-- because we love having tickle fights in practice.’’ marco retorted in a playful manner, eyes rolling playfully. ‘’ my abuela and abuelo would love to meet some of my friends. bringing you down would probably bring a smile on their face.’’ shaking his head immeidately, he waves mickey off. ‘’ micky, micky-- don’t worry. you weren’t making me feel uncomfortable, god.. it felt good.’’

sofiabcss:

“ honestly? you should take it as a compliment—guys don’t do shit now a’days other than smoke and fuck, so to have muscles like that by just going ham is impressive,” sofia nodded, giving him a small shrug. “so like—baseball? i’m gonna be real here and say i find sports absolutely disgusting, but athletes are pretty much guaranteed to be sexy, so i’ll take it,” she glanced over at him, a smirk emerging upon her lips. “thank fucking god,” sofia let out a sigh of relief, resting her hand on his shoulder. “what do you think babe? do ‘ya think i know how to have fun?”

‘’ again, thank you mijita for those kind words. i mean it, hearin’ that-- i.. appreciate it.’’ nodding at her question, he can’t help but watch her curiously-- eyes widening when she says she finds sports disgusting. ‘’ how can you find ‘em disgusting ?? you ever try one out for youself ?? ‘’ watching the hand on his shoulder for a minute before turning his eyes onto hers, he looks her up and down silently before nodding. ‘’ i think ya’ know how to. i think ya’ gotta show me.’’

psimickey:

mickey laughed along with his friend while continuing to tickle him until he got the admission of defeat he expected. his fingers came to a halt but his palm remained rested under his friend’s shirt, absentmindedly scratching lazily at his happy trail. “i can’t wait to tell your gym rat friends that you submitted to me,“ he said, still catching his breath “so when are we going to tijuana? should i renew my passport now?”

‘’ my gym rat friend’s happen to be most of my team mates, holmes.’’ there’s a brief flash of seriousness in his eyes before they roll playfully, not bothered by mick’s hand. ‘’ dunno-- whenever i feel like goin’ home, i s’pose. can’t really drop everythin’ i’m doin’ now, because i got baseball and i got my frat that needs vice presidenting.’’ he murmurs, propping himself up on his elbows as he looks at him.

psimickey:

“what am i going to do?” he repeated with a mischievous smirk tugging at his mouth. “you see,” mickey started as he slipped a hand under his friend’s shirt and traced his fingertips over his stomach “you shouldn’t joke with me like that when i’m so close to your weak spots.” he concluded, tickling marco.

tensing when he feels mickey’s fingertips trace over his stomach, marco stills immediately before brown orbs lock onto his. ‘’seriously mick i wi-- ‘’ and he can’t finish his sentence because he’s laughing his ass off, trying to hit mickey’s hands away. ‘’ mick stop ! okay, okay-- you win stop !! ‘’

sofiabcss:

“ shit—sorry,” sofia held her hands up in defense, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “ major league ball? what do ‘ya play? well keep it up ‘cause you’re doing just fine, babe,” she shrugged. “everyday? goddamn, i would rather die than chip a manicured nail so i’m here like max—once a month. please don’t tell me you’re one of those exercise junkies who don’t drink because it’s ‘detrimental to sports’. You do have some fun, right?”

‘’ everyone always thinks i do use ‘em, it surprises the HELL out of them when i say its all natural.’’ marco shrugs, arms folding over his chest as his head tilts. ‘’ i pitch, then i play in the outfield. and thanks, mijita-- i’m sorry for snappin’ at you.’’ he murmurs, a hand going up to run through his hair. marco did feel bad, but whenever anybody would ask or think he used steroids he’d get mad. laughing, he shakes his head. ‘’ mijita, i drink. i know how to have fun.’’ at the end of the sentence he winks, biting his bottom lip as he stares at her. ‘’ do you know how to have fun ?? ‘’

psimickey:

part of him wanted to insist on the matter, but he simply nodded in understanding instead. “well i’m here when you’re ready, okay?” he said reassuringly. “i’ve been told i’m a pretty good listener.” he nudged marco gently and let out a quiet laugh, looking up at him again “don’t cuss at me in spanish, mister. you’re right. hollywood isn’t the most trustworthy. woah, aren’t you? i thought we were friends.”

‘’ if i’m ready. thanks mick, i appreciate it.’’ and that’s the end of that, he hopes mickey won’t bring it up again. marco makes a face and laughs, looking down at him with a smirk. ‘’ i’ll do what i want, mick. whatcha’ goin’ do ‘bout that ?? an’-- see.’’ pointing at mickey with a finger, marco only nods once before shrugging. ‘’ we are. i was just jokin’.’’

sofiabcss:

“m’huh. anytime i see muscles like those it usually has to do with a shit ton of redbull and steroids,” sofia said with a soft chuckle, followed by a wide grin. “be real—how many hours a day do you grind and work your ass off here to get those? i know puberty didn’t do ‘ya thatgood.”

THE SUBJECT of the steroids makes him roll his eyes and let a string of swear words out in spanish, only grumbling. ‘’ no steroids. not with me, i know i’d be jeapordizing my chances of playing major league ball if i used ‘em, mijita. this happens to be all natural.’’ at her question, he thinks about it for a long minute before shrugging. ‘’everytday, whenever i got some free time. i make it a point to go before class, after class, and again before i head to bed.’’

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