“Rubber duckies!” Frankie exclaimed wildly as he opened up yet another gift from where he was sitting on the floor amid piles and piles of wrapping paper of varying colors.

It was close to almost three in the morning and since the house Halloween slash Frankie’s birthday party had started around nine most people had drifted home or wherever they were ending up for the night. It was down to just the regular crew plus Star and Sheela plus whomever the Ninja was she had snagged for the night and convinced it was worth his while to stay for the night. The party had been a riot, a party the likes of which I had yet to be to in my entire existence on this planet to date. The guys had even played a few songs with everyone gathered in the garage. Mikey had stayed attached to my hip the whole night except for the few times Ray, Bob, Gerard and even Frankie had stolen me for a dance on the impromptu dance floor. It had been a blast, twirling about the dance area, a drink in my hand and a laughter driven smile on my face to amazing music with what I had decided were my greatest friends. K.C. and I even managed to snag a dance or two on the dance floor before our respective partners butted in and changed the mood of the dancing we were doing. It was intoxication and I wasn’t talking about the booze I had been steadily consuming either. It was just the people, the atmosphere and the laughter. I had never felt so alive in my entire life.

So now that the raucous part of the night was over we were all settled into comfortable positions in the living room as Frankie delved into his presents one at a time. Frankie was on the floor sitting between K.C.’s legs as she sat on a computer chair, gently swiveling it side to side to the beat of the music still softly playing in the background. Both Bob and Ray were also sitting on the floor, Bob shaking his head but still wearing the bows Frankie had stuck on top of his head since he had taken off his pirate hat. Gerard and Sharon were sharing one of the recliners, though not as snuggled as I would have thought, while Star had the other one across from them. Sheela was whispering things in the ear of her Ninja from the loveseat as she watched Frankie unwrap everything, a smile never leaving her face as each present and exclaim of joy came out. And that left Mikey and I the entire couch, which was big enough for four but seemed to have been deemed ours. Mikey was slightly sprawled out, his half Batman mask resting on the armrest of the couch as I curled into him sideways, my legs taking up another couch cushion all by themselves. Mikey was currently playing with my hair, twirling what there was of it between his fingers absentmindedly as we both watched Frankie. It was nice having this closeness without having to think about it being serious, so nice in fact that my hand was resting on his thigh drawing shapes, much higher then it normally would be.

“Holy crap Jay Bird!” Frankie exclaimed as he held up his birthday present from me and waved the pieces of paper around in the air.

“You like?” I asked worriedly, sitting up a bit anxiously waiting his affirmation.

“Are kidding me? Gift certificates for the paintball course? Duh! You’re coming right? That’s why there are two?” Frankie asked, eyes the size of saucers as he quivered his lip at me. Hadn’t been my original intention, but hey why not.

“If it’s what you want Frankie then sure I’ll go with you,” I answered as an exhale, finally reassured that I had chosen right for him.

“We could all go!” Frankie shouted gleefully as he got up to give me a hug, which was only partially awkward from my position on the couch.

“I don’t see why not. As long as we worked it out with all of our schedules I think it would be fun!” I added with a laugh when he finally let me go to go sit back down with K.C.. Though this time it was to lean back against her and curl up as all of his presents were opened by this point.

“I do believe this party is closed all. Shall we all go home now yeah?” Star announced as she stood and stretched.

“I agree,” Sheela supplied as she unwound herself from her Ninja and stood in one graceful movement, bringing said Ninja with her as she stood.

“Happy birthday shit head,” Sheela said affectionately as she ruffled Frankie’s already horribly ruffled hat hair.

“Ditto,” Star said mimicking Sheela as she made her way towards the front to leave.

“Jay, you coming with us?” Sheela asked, a smirk on her face.

I opened my mouth to answer but looked to Mikey first, unsure of my answer. As I looked at Mikey dead on I felt my eyes widen as he ran his nails up my back over the vinyl of my suit.

“I think, I think I’m staying,” I managed to get out without squeaking.

“Thought so,” Sheela said with a grin.

“Hey Cheshire puss, you get shit head home safe. Or to wherever it is you’re taking him,” Sheela added with a smirk as she mock cocked a gun at the two blushing people on the floor and fired at them. We all laughed at that and I couldn’t help but notice that K.C. and Frankie seemed to have tried hiding their entwined hands amidst all the wrapping paper. Fail on their part apparently.

And with that everyone started to get up and dissipate to their varying places. Star and Sheela rummaged their stuff out of my purse before Star slapped a kiss on my forehead and reminded me to wrap it up before I rode the rubber bat. I think I almost fainted from her words of advice as I know Mikey heard them and am pretty sure so did Sharon and Gerard. They left with Sheela’s Ninja in tow, quickly followed by Bob and Ray who had car pooled as well. That left six of us standing in their modified garage slash den and music studio.

“I’m gonna take Frankie home now since I haven’t really had anything to drink all night, or even in the last few hours,” K.C. added as Bob and Ray pulled away.

“You do that. You take him home darling. Or wherever it is the two of you may end up,” I smirked that them with a knowing nod of my head towards their car.

“I think we’re heading to bed too,” Gerard supplied as Frankie went inside to grab his presents and K.C.’s things.

“Sounds good bro. Night,” Mikey shot his brother as I lit another cigarette, it was the one place we were allowed to smoke at the house that wasn’t actually fully outside.

“Night Mikey, night Jay,” Sharon added as Gerard pulled her out of the garage and towards what I guessed was their bedroom in the house. Or hers. Or whatever. I wasn’t going to think on that one.

“Night,” Mikey and I called out to Frankie and K.C. as they tried sneaking out the side door unnoticed. Another fail on their part. The two of them stopped to wave sheepishly at us before Frankie broke from K.C.’s hand to come rushing at me. I almost fell over when he collided with me, wrapping his arms around me in a drunken Frankie bear hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for the paintball session Jay Bird. And thank you for coming and for being my friend,” Frankie spilled out into my shoulder where he had buried his head. I smiled down at the top of his head and brushed his hair a little with a free hand.

“You are very much welcome Frankie. For it all,” I said softly before placing a quick kiss on the top of his head.

“Now go before a very sexy looking Cheshire Cat leaves without a Mad Hatter,” I chided as I pushed him away from me with my non cigarette holding hand. That was all it took as Frankie jumped back and gave me his best lewd wink before chasing after K.C., sending her squealing out the garage and towards her car. I just stood there and smiled at the weirdness that were the people I called friends and family.

“You know what the best thing about our separate super heroes is?” Mikey asked slowly as he approached me, not taking his eyes off of me as he pulled the top half of his Batman costume off and tossed it carelessly to the side.

“And what’s that?” I asked as I exhaled and ashed my cigarette onto the carpet, not caring at the moment.

“Well for one, Batman has always had a dark edge to him. And Firestar, well she was always a little off,” Mikey purred softly as he closed the space between us making our bodies almost touch.

“Is that so?” I asked shakily, my heartbeat was literally pounding in my ears so loud I’m surprised he didn’t hear it.

“It is so. So,” Mikey started, pausing long enough to take my cigarette from my fingers and tossing it into the bucket made for just that.

“How about we find out what happens when the two of them come together shall we?” Mikey asked as wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled them slowly up my vinyl covered torso till he came to my breasts. Which is where he stopped and applied pressure, squeezing my breasts in his hands made strong by years of playing bass, as he pressed his lower half against my own.

“I think we should do just that,” I stuttered under the ministrations of his strong fingers.

“Good” Mikey whispered before he slammed me against the wall a few feet away, taking the air from me before crashing his lips down on my own.

It was a good thing his body was pressed so firmly against mine, holding me flush with wall, because I felt my knees give out beneath me. It had been so long, too long, since I had done this. And while I was flushed for the suddenness of it all and from the intensity, I craved it and felt my body responding almost as if on its own accord. Moaning as Mikey bit my bottom lip I opened my mouth to allow him entrance as I wrapped my arms around his neck and laced my fingers firmly in his hair, pulling hard.

“God,” Mikey whispered against my mouth as slammed me against the wall again, dragging his nails down my vinyl sides and then back up to my breasts. All the while grinding his lower half against my own, slow hard circles.

“The vinyl is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. But due to current circumstances how about we lose it hmm?” Mikey asked as he pulled his head from mine.

All I could do was nod. I gasped ever so slightly as he bent to my neck and bit me before placing kisses down my neck, across my clavicle and down between my breasts. I shuddered when I felt him take the pull to my costumes zipper between his teeth and start to fall to the floor ever so slowly. My breath hitched in my throat when he got the zipper all the way down, my red lace boy cut underwear peeking out between the zipper sides with Mikey on the floor in front of me on his knees.

“Just friends right?” I asked shakily one more time, just to be sure because I didn’t think I could stop myself if we went any further. As it was it took all the control I had to stop long enough to ask the question one more time.

“Just friends” Mikey replied huskily as ran his hands up my vinyl clad legs, over my thighs to where the zipper started just barely above my crotch. As his hands reached the start of the zipper he hooked his thumbs in either side and began to stand again, bringing his hands up with him. Slowly, ever so slowly he pulled the vinyl body suit apart, more and more off my shoulders till his thumbs reached my shoulders where he stopped to pull it off me. He pulled it down to my elbows before stopping, almost leaving me immobile. Even though I could still move all I wanted, I just chose to stay still.

“God I want to fuck you so bad. I need to,” Mikey growled from the back of his throat, his voice as husky as ever before crushing my lips forcefully with his own. That was my point of no return. I was in it to win it so to speak.

Pushing back with my upper body I got Mikey off me enough so I could wiggle my arms out of my gloves and skin tight sleeves, letting the upper half of my body suit hang lifeless at my waist.

“I might need these,” I said cheekily as I wiggled my now free fingers at him.

“God I hope so,” Mikey responded before engulfing my lips in another mind blowing kiss as dragged me towards the couch that contained a pull out that someone had already opened. Some day Mikey was going to make some girl very happy. Very happy indeed.

Notes

Woo!!!
It's gettin' hot in here.
So take off all your vinyl!

Or something like that. . .