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"alien again?"
"i thought you liked alien?"
frank rolled his eyes from where he was sitting on mikey's bed, flopping back onto the pillows with a sigh loud enough for mikey to hear from the kitchen.
"that's not the point," frank replied.
"what's the point then?"
frank chose to ignore the smile he could hear in mikey's voice and glared at the shelf of dvds underneath mikey's tv. shiny, plastic-coated spines he knew like the back of his hand by now glared right back.
"you need to update your movie collection as asap as fuckin' possible," he huffed, just in time for mikey to walk in with a bag of microwave popcorn in one hand and two beers in the other.
"you're acting like you don't have a say," mikey mumbled, handing off the steaming paper bag and one of the beers to frank before he turned to pick up the remote.
"i'm always telling you to stop at blockbuster!"
"yeah, and you whine about whatever i pick," mikey said softly, distracted as he clicked through the dvd menu. "but you never rent anything different or actually ask to watch something else."— frank felt his stomach fill with something embarrassingly close to butterflies when mikey paused to glance back at him and smile. —"i think you just like watching movies with me."
"whatever helps you sleep at night," frank grumbled, but he could feel his cheeks turning warm and a dopey smile playing on his lips. the kind of smile mikey had gotten particularly good at putting on his face lately. he sighed through his nose, soft and content when mikey sat down beside him, their shoulders pressed together even though there was room enough on the bed for a third person. "y'know what i think?"
"what?" mikey asked, voice already hushed as the opening scene of the movie began. frank turned his head, and with how close they were sitting he could smell the heat protection spray mikey was always dousing his hair in. beneath that was the familiar scent of lived-in clothes, mikey's aftershave and instant coffee. frank leaned in and kissed his jaw, quick and chaste unlike most of the times he kissed mikey first.
"i think you like watching alien 'cause you're hiding some freaky kink or something," frank said simply, giggling when mikey shot him an incredulous look.
"like what?"
"i dunno," frank shrugged, trying to keep his laughter to a minimum. "maybe you want me to drool on you. those fuckers are always getting their bodily fluids on everything."
"frankie," mikey groaned, turning his attention back to the screen in what was no doubt an attempt to discourage him from continuing. still, frank could see the corners of his lips turning upward into a small, fond smile.
this was frank's favourite part of watching movies with mikey. because in a way, he'd been right. they'd seen some of the stuff mikey had on dvd enough times for him to recite lines from memory, but he didn't mind when he could make stupid jokes that made mikey smile even when he was pretending to pay more attention to the screen than frank.
"c'mon, i might not be slimy and shit but i could spit on you if you"—
mikey shut him up by turning his head and kissing him — the only real tried and true method to keep him quiet during movies. it was sloppy, mikey's glasses pushing against frank's brow bone and their teeth bumping when mikey licked into his already open mouth. frank half-expected him to pause the movie and climb into his lap, but he was pulling away just a few seconds later, a string of saliva glistening between their lips when he did. mikey only addressed this by smirking and reaching between them to swipe his thumb along frank's bottom lip and wipe the spit away. frank pointedly ignored the very excited flip-flop his stomach did at the sight of mikey's skin shining with his spit on it, watching as mikey rubbed it off on his fingers.
"if you want more spit than that you're gonna have to wait 'til after the first movie," he whispered, slumping back against the pillows so he could rest his head on frank's shoulder. for a moment frank was so excited by that statement that he forgot about the point he'd been trying to make.
"we were talking about your spit kink, not mine."
"whatever helps you sleep at night," mikey teased the same way he had, throwing one of his legs over frank's. he made a little noise in the back of his throat when frank's hand instantly moved to rest on his thigh, nose nudging at frank's shoulder.
yeah, frank was cool with watching whatever mikey picked out.