'And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy' My first sub!Michael fic. Written for clarounette, for her prompt from the Autumn Extravaganza: ‘Prison AU: Michael is a criminal in prison, and James is his guard. You can take it from here wherever you want.’ Thanks to significantowl and kageillusionz for betaing for me. <3 On LiveJournal & AO3. Preview below.
Michael had been stripped of his jumpsuit and laid completely bare on the narrow bed. James had removed his shirt, leaving him in only a simple, white tank top, and undone his pants before securing Michael to the bed. The air of the room had been cool against his skin, a contrast to James’ hands which sparked warmth wherever they touched and teased, preparing and opening Michael, just barely on the edge of pleasure and pain.
Michael closed his eyes, the cold metal of the cuffs tight against his wrists, straining against the frame of the bed which groaned with each of James’ thrusts. His hands gripped Michael’s hips, potentially leaving bruises that would last for days, as he held him in place. For several minutes the only sound was that of skin slapping against skin— James’ thrusts rough and relentless—and Michael’s shallow panting. One of James’ hands came up, snaking around Michael’s neck and squeezing tightly.
"Eyes open," he commanded.
I’ve cleaned up and posted some of my Johnny/Paul ficlets from tumblr to AO3. I decided to post them in a set with the previously posted ficlet ‘Just to hear him play’ The entire set is called ‘Currency of love’ and I’ll add more ficlets as I write them.
It was the reason he kept coming back.
Paul comes home and takes care of Johnny.
Johnny knows Paul will come home to him eventually. He can and will wait. Paul has other plans.
Mallory keeps her promise.
James tugged at his jacket, buttoning it up and watching the buttons strain against the holes. He huffed, pulling at the jacket again to force the buttons to their normal place.
"What’s wrong?" Michael asked.
"The jacket’s not fitting right. Maybe it shrunk?"
"Maybe, but I doubt it."
James turned to him, frowning as he let go of the jacket. Michael walked over and unbuttoned it, careful not to strain the fabric or buttons any more than they’d already had.
"You look fine without it buttoned," he said, rubbing his hand over James’ stomach.
James put his hand on Michael’s.
"What’s wrong?" Michael asked.
"I know I said I want to go and I do, but… I’m there to be your arm candy and I just… I look… silly," James replied.
"You look wonderful. You’re not just my arm candy. You’re my pregnant fiancé and I love you. And if you’d rather not go, that’s fine. I can go alone. I won’t hold it against you, if you’ve changed your mind."
James nodded. Michael pulled him into a hug, holding him close.
Inspired by this pic because my brain wanted the cute. (inspired by cute kitties but not actually about cute kitties…)
It was mid-afternoon when Michael returned home, the house quiet and calm. He quietly made his way to the bedroom, peeking into the nursery on the way, finding it empty, neither of his sons asleep in their cribs. He found them in the bedroom with his husband, sound asleep with James’ arm over both of them, keeping them safe as they slept in the middle of the bed.
Michael smiled as he slipped off his shoes and carefully climbed onto the bed. Lying on the opposite side of James, he reached across to put his arm over their sons, fingers brushing James’ shoulder. James opened one eye and smiled at him.
“Love you,” he mouthed.
“Love you, too,” Michael mouthed back.
They smiled at each other again and looked at their boys, sleeping peacefully between them.
James woke up early all on his own the day of the premiere. Tried to force himself back to sleep and when that failed quietly climbed out of bed, leaving Michael to sleep.
A half hour later, Michael found him in the main room mid-yoga pose.
"James," he said.
"Hmm…" James replied, staying in the pose.
"Are you okay?"
James stood normally from the pose as Michael walked over to him.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, wrapping his arms around James and holding him close.
"No, I was waiting for you," James replied, wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist and ducking his head under Michael’s chin.
Michael rubbed his hand along James’ back and kissed the top of his head.
Two days before their trip to Scotland, James and Michael had one more doctor’s appointment. While waiting for Dr. Griffon, James sat upon the exam table, rubbing at his stomach, the action not the same soothing motion he found himself normally doing throughout the day.
"You okay?" Michael asked, reaching over to place his hand on James’ hand and keep him from rubbing too roughly.
"Yeah. I think my body finally realized I’d gained weight without its permission and is retaliating."
"That’s normal. Your body is adjusting," Dr. Griffon said, as he entered the room, James’ chart held in his hand.
"Even the itching?"
"Yes. There are creams you can buy that help with the itching and stretch marks."
"Good to know. Thank you."
Dr. Griffon nodded.
"So, any other concerns?" he asked.
"Nope. Only want to make sure they’re okay before the trip."
They were on set, wet and muddy. Michael saw him across the way, sitting in a ditch smiling at the person he’d been sitting next to and laughing. Michael’d been on his own, wishing he could go join them, could use the conversation and company. Looked to the director, who was already turning his attention back to them. When he looked back, James was looking his way and offered a smile as the director told them they’d do another take.
When James had called asking Michael to meet him for drinks, Michael’d said yes. He missed James, had been a few weeks (nearly a month) since he’d last seen him. Though he maybe shouldn’t have mentioned his Christmas plans or lack thereof.
"Oh come on, Mike. You can’t spend Christmas alone," James said.
"I’ll be fine. Really," Michael replied.
"I won’t take no for an answer. You have to come over."
"To Christmas, with you and your wife and son."
"You’re my best friend, which makes you practically family. Anne-Marie won’t mind and Brendan will be happy to see you. You always know how to entertain him."
"As fun as that sounds, I’ll be fine."
"And what are you going to do? Stay home alone? Go to the pub?"
It was the reason he kept coming back. Just to hear him play.
When Johnny started playing at the club again, he asked Paul not to go those nights. Paul didn’t understand why, Johnny played for him all the time at home, wouldn’t be any different watching him at the club, but he didn’t go. At first. After Johnny’s third night playing at the club, Paul went to the club, sneaking in through the back and watching where Johnny couldn’t see him. It was amazing. Despite being up on the stage, crowd of people watching him, Johnny was still himself, more focused on the piano, on each note, the crowd forgotten. It was exactly how he played at home, while Paul cooked dinner or cleaned his guns.
For three more nights, Paul would sneak into the club and watch Johnny play. He’d met Johnny while gambling, that Johnny lost and a little broken, the piano and the music a long forgotten friend compared to the gambling addiction. Idly wondered what might have happened if Paul had met this Johnny first, if he would have kept him from the gambling.
That night, he stayed after Johnny was done, went over to the bar to order a drink. Johnny spotted him once he’d left the stage, walking over with a smile on his face.
"That last one was for you," he said, ordering his own drink as he sat next to Paul. "Hoped you’d stick around tonight."
"How’d you even know I was here?"
"Because I always know when you’re watching me play."
Paul kissed him, chasing the smile on his lips.
After that, he was there every night Johnny played if he wasn’t working himself, seating in the front, his drink forgotten in front of him. And as Johnny played, a smile would appear, a smile for Paul.