FIC: Lap Dance (Mikey Way/Ken - PG)

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Day 04

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Lap Dance by Sperrywink
Fandom: Bandom/Magic Mike (movies)
Pairing: Mikey Way/Ken
Rating: PG
Word Count: 723
Summary: Mikey comes out and gets dragged to a male strip club by Frank and his bandmates. Mostly Frank.

Spoilers: None.

Author Notes: For the Snowflake Challenge, Day 04, and mostly inspired by turps Day 02 requests. Written on my lunch hour, and un-beta'd. So buyer beware. :-)





Mikey came out to his bandmates in North Carolina. Gerard already knew, of course, but Mikey could see both shock and understanding on the other’s faces. He waited for any judgment with a fast-beating heart, but his tension was broken when Frank tackle-hugged him and said, “We still love you, Mikeyway! Don’t look so sad. We’ll even find the perfect guy for you.”

With a laugh, Mikey tried to get octopus-Frank off him, and replied, “Really, really, don’t. I can find my own dates.”

Frank finally let his grip loosen and Mikey was able to pry him off. With a grin, he said, “We’ll see.”

By the time they hit Florida a couple of stops on the tour later, Mikey was already tired of Frank’s attempts to hook him up. It was better than disdain or disgust, but still annoying. So he wasn’t surprised when Frank and the other guys dragged him out on their night off in Tampa and they ended up at a striptease joint. A male striptease joint.

Mikey tried to dig his heels in, and was saying, “Come on guys, no, really no,” but Frank was having none of it. He was laughing like a hyena, but still managed a firm grip, and a solid pull through the doors. He even had their entrance fee ready to go.

They got their hands stamped, and Mikey gave up his protest. A smooth-moving guy was on stage, and Mikey found his gaze drawn to him despite himself. His steps slowed as he watched the guy strip to a hip-hop song. His moves were fluid and sexy despite the cheesy place.

It was Gerard snapping his fingers in front of his face that finally got his attention away from the stage. With a smirk, Gerard said, “Frank got a table up front. And hey, they apparently do lap-dances. I don’t think you’re getting out of that either. Frank is on a roll.”

Looking back at the stripper finishing his routine on stage, Mikey suddenly didn’t find the idea so reprehensible. He and Gerard made their way to Frank’s table, and sat down as the music pumped and the crowd cheered.

The next act was apparently the finale as all the strippers came out together, and did a routine to “It’s Raining Men.” It was totally cliché, but they worked it like it was original. Mikey still liked the hip-hop guy, but there was another stripper with electric blue eyes that drew his gaze. He didn’t move with as much pop as the other guy, but Mikey found his eyes drawn to him again and again, their gazes catching towards the end of the song. The guy winked at Mikey, and Mikey looked down at his feet in embarrassment at being caught out.

The song changed, and the strippers jumped down from the stage, and Mikey startled when the blue-eyed stripper was suddenly right in front of him putting his hand on Mikey’s shoulder. Mikey met his eyes again, and the stripper winked and smiled coquettishly. He pushed Mikey back gently, and easily slid into his lap, gyrating loosely. Mikey didn’t know what to do with his hands, he could hear Frank’s hyena laugh, and he knew he was getting hard, but his eyes didn’t leave the face of the stripper.

The guys were flinging money at the stripper, so Mikey didn’t feel quite so bad that he wasn’t. The guy was gorgeous up close, and he took Mikey’s breath away. Mikey was too frozen to do anything but stare. He didn’t look at Mikey like he was just a mark, or just some loser in a strip club. He had kind if mischievous eyes, and Mikey fell for him when the song climaxed, and he simply pressed a chaste kiss to Mikey’s cheek and skipped back on stage.

Mikey blinked back to the present where the guys were back-slapping him, and he shifted a bit uncomfortably, hoping his erection would diminish before they left the club. He gave his bandmates a rueful smile back, and a quick nod that he was all right to Gerard.

Frank ordered drinks for the table, and they settled in for some drinking accompanied by cheerful ribbing of Mikey. Mikey found he didn’t mind quite so much anymore. He just hoped the blue-eyed stripper came back out.



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