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Skeleton Paws by mwestbelle (NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Mikey/Alicia
Length: 3,859 words
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mwestbelle
Author Website: author's masterlist of fic
Why this must be read: This story is about Frank being a petsitter and, through the beauty of miscommunication, ending up involved in petsitting kink. It is hilarious, in-character, and spectacularly self aware: the perfect combination for writing a kink that may be a new or unfamiliar to readers. Through the whole thing, Frank remains an incredibly respectful guy, and I find the sentiment kind of heartwarming: he hangs out with people's animals for money because he finds them easier to relate to than people - and in the end, it's through the happy accident of mixed messages that he ends up finding people that he can relate to. A feel-good story all around!
Excerpt:
Apparently curious, the pug appears soon after, and butts his head in for love too. “Hey, Winston.” Frank laughs when Winston moves to snuffle at his case; so he’s talking out loud to pets in the entry of an empty house, it’s pretty much the best job in the world. “Let’s find Bunny, huh?”
The dogs run ahead of him when he heads into the house, falling over each other and panting, heading towards what has to be the kitchen. Frank keeps laughing when he follows them, carrying his bag of pet stuff, and turns into the room after them. It’s fairly clean, but most people do tidy up before a stranger comes into the house. There’s a piece of bright stationary with Hello Kitty on top on the counter with Frank! written across the top in Sharpie. He picks it up and reads the list of tasks divided up by pet. He lets Piglet and Winston out through the sliding door in the kitchen, like the list says, then fills up Bunny’s food bowl. The list said that Mikey would be upstairs in the bedroom and would need exercise. Frank isn’t sure how exactly he’s supposed to exercise a snake or parrot, but he can figure it out.
He turns into the bedroom at the top of the stairs, and yelps, startled. There’s a guy, a naked guy in the room. “God, I’m sorry.” Someone definitely didn’t get the memo the petsitter is coming. Frank’s walked in on embarrassing stuff before, but it’s a lot easier when he’s in band mode, not entrepreneur mode. The guy doesn’t react at all, so either he has the best pokerface around or he isn’t surprised. Frank realizes that he’s kneeling naked in his bedroom, perfectly still. He’s…wearing a collar with a padlock on it. Frank can feel the second key in his pocket through the denim, and the click of realization feels like his brain is being snapped into the wrong place.
“…Mikey?”
Skeleton Paws
Pairing: Frank/Mikey/Alicia
Length: 3,859 words
Author on LJ:
mwestbelleAuthor Website: author's masterlist of fic
Why this must be read: This story is about Frank being a petsitter and, through the beauty of miscommunication, ending up involved in petsitting kink. It is hilarious, in-character, and spectacularly self aware: the perfect combination for writing a kink that may be a new or unfamiliar to readers. Through the whole thing, Frank remains an incredibly respectful guy, and I find the sentiment kind of heartwarming: he hangs out with people's animals for money because he finds them easier to relate to than people - and in the end, it's through the happy accident of mixed messages that he ends up finding people that he can relate to. A feel-good story all around!
Excerpt:
Apparently curious, the pug appears soon after, and butts his head in for love too. “Hey, Winston.” Frank laughs when Winston moves to snuffle at his case; so he’s talking out loud to pets in the entry of an empty house, it’s pretty much the best job in the world. “Let’s find Bunny, huh?”
The dogs run ahead of him when he heads into the house, falling over each other and panting, heading towards what has to be the kitchen. Frank keeps laughing when he follows them, carrying his bag of pet stuff, and turns into the room after them. It’s fairly clean, but most people do tidy up before a stranger comes into the house. There’s a piece of bright stationary with Hello Kitty on top on the counter with Frank! written across the top in Sharpie. He picks it up and reads the list of tasks divided up by pet. He lets Piglet and Winston out through the sliding door in the kitchen, like the list says, then fills up Bunny’s food bowl. The list said that Mikey would be upstairs in the bedroom and would need exercise. Frank isn’t sure how exactly he’s supposed to exercise a snake or parrot, but he can figure it out.
He turns into the bedroom at the top of the stairs, and yelps, startled. There’s a guy, a naked guy in the room. “God, I’m sorry.” Someone definitely didn’t get the memo the petsitter is coming. Frank’s walked in on embarrassing stuff before, but it’s a lot easier when he’s in band mode, not entrepreneur mode. The guy doesn’t react at all, so either he has the best pokerface around or he isn’t surprised. Frank realizes that he’s kneeling naked in his bedroom, perfectly still. He’s…wearing a collar with a padlock on it. Frank can feel the second key in his pocket through the denim, and the click of realization feels like his brain is being snapped into the wrong place.
“…Mikey?”
Skeleton Paws