Title: The Hand That Feeds
Author: Reno
Fandom: South Park
Setting: Michael's Bedroom
Pairing: Michael/Firkle Smith, Past Michael/Pete Thelman
Characters: Michael, Firkle Smith, Pete Thelman, Henrietta Biggle, Michael's Stepmom, Stan Marsh (Mentioned)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 775
Type Of Work: One-Shot
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Drug Use, Mentions of Abusive Relationships, Nonsexual Dominance, Exes remaining friends, Michael and Pete are exes, Michael and Firkle engage in PDA, PDA, Public Displays of Affection, Established Relationship, Firkle is 16, Michael is 21, Underage, Not NSFW
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Michael liked having someone to take care of, despite everything.
AN: Hey guys, it's me again, back with more South Park fic! I really love writing these two, and I'm excited that this fic is my 90th South Park fic on Ao3! Also, I just really wanted to write this. I love the idea that Michael and Firkle are awful to each other and it helps their relationship thrive because they're both just terrible people that need to let it out sometimes so they can mellow out.
At any rate, I hope you guys enjoy this because I know that I sure love writing things like this. Also, I do feel bad for Pete, but at the same time, I feel like this is just how it works out. Eventually, I will write more Stan/Pete, which I've decided the ship name should be State, but I dunno if it actually is. I want it to be. Anyway, onto the fic!
The Hand That Feeds
"Do you think they even remember we're here?" Henrietta asked quietly, passing the bowl to Pete. Smoke billowed from her purple painted lips as she spoke, leaning her head back against Michael's bed. Pete, sitting cross-legged beside her, shrugged slightly as he took his own hit, watching the pair with a critical brown eye.
"Doubtful. Michael's got his head so far up Firkle's ass they might as well be swapping spit." It still stung, but there was no denying that Firkle was doing wonders for Michael's attitude. When Michael and Pete had been dating, it had been nothing but fighting. Now, Pete couldn't even believe this was the same Michael he'd been dating for five years.
Firkle sat caged in Michael's long, slim legs, his own crossed, with the bong settled between his thighs. Michael tutted at him quietly, resting his head on the younger goth's shoulder, quietly and carefully adjusting his mouth against the glass with a hand on his jaw.
"No, not like that." He mumbled, his lips sticking together with his grape chapstick, "Here… Yeah, like that, baby." Lighting it for the smaller, he guided him through taking his hit as if he'd never done it before, and Pete rolled his eyes.
"I always hated when he did that shit with me." He whispered, leaning his head on Henrietta's shoulder. Pulling one knee up and letting his other leg fall straight, he sighed a little. "I'm glad Firkle gets something out of it." Was he, though?
"You can do better than that." Henrietta told him, glancing over, "I know you have interests elsewhere."
"Perhaps. I doubt it'll go anywhere, though. Galahad is probably more inclined to someone of your beauty than mine."
"You don't know until you try." With a teasing bump to his ribs, she took the bowl back and took another hit, green eyes traveling back to their entwined friends.
Michael had leaned over Firkle's shoulder to share the smoke with him between their lips, still holding his jaw. When it had mostly dissipated, the kiss deepened and Pete averted his eyes to his purple Winklepickers. Henrietta rubbed his knee in what she hoped was a comforting way, and she sighed.
"I'm hungry." She announced, loudly enough to jar the couple away from each other for a moment. "Anyone else want snacks?"
"I'll help." Pete chimed in, and Michael had enough decency in him to look mildly surprised. Then, his eyes flitted to Firkle and it seemed to click.
"Why don't you guys go get a pizza or something?" He offered, "We'll eat." Firkle looked like he was about to protest, but Michael kissed his lips gently. "We'll eat." He added, his voice a little more firm, leaving no room for discussion. The smaller goth sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, just make sure it's… Got meat or something." Firkle murmured, waving his hand dismissively. Pete and Henrietta rose, perhaps too quickly and with more stumbling than either would like to admit to, ready to get out of the room, any means necessary.
"Yeah, of course," Henrietta stated, taking Pete's hand and scooting them out of Michael's room, heading down the stairs at what her inebriated brain considered double time. Pete followed, eyes almost hollow as he shook his head slightly, tossing his hair out of his face. "You okay?" Henrietta's voice cut through the haze and he nodded vaguely, looking at her with glassy white eyes. His contacts didn't hide the tears starting to sting his eyes and wrinkle his nose, and she wanted to hug him. Of course, she needed to get them out of Michael's step mom's sight first, because she didn't want to deal with the snide remarks.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Firkle and Michael continued to share smoke between their hungry mouths. Michael had to keep himself busy somehow, his intense high was mixing him up, leaving him emotional and clingy. A love confession was brewing in his throat, marching towards his teeth with the hope of exiting his mouth and souring the air around them soon. If he kept his lips attached to Firkle's, he wouldn't say anything stupid and ruin whatever it was that they had. There was no way that Firkle would return his feelings, or even tolerate them. Keeping it strictly to sex was the only way to keep him.
Henrietta and Pete didn't return to Michael's, but it was easy to say that Firkle and Michael didn't notice. They were wrapped in each other, trapped in a bubble of smoke and unspoken desire. Firkle didn't go home that night, and Michael shared his bed with the younger goth without plowing him into it first.
AN: There we have it, some nonsexual dominance from Michael and Firkle being pretty chill. I actually really love this even though it's short, I love writing little scenes like this. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'll see you in the next one!