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FIC: What Happens In Vegas - R - Kevin Jonas/Mike Carden
The promised sequel to Accidentally I Do and before anyone asks, yes there will be more, eventually.
TITLE: What Happens In Vegas
AUTHOR: Melanie
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Kevin Jonas/Mike Carden
SUMMARY: Mike Carden, the unlikeliest fanboy.
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize your own name or names of your siblings / bandmates you need to hit the back button.
What Happens In Vegas
The blame for the Jonas thing can be laid squarely on his mom’s shoulders.
He doesn’t ever say that, not out loud anyway, because his mom could kick his ass if need be.
But it’s completely and utterly her fault. She got hooked on the show at some point, Mike’s not even sure how she managed to see it, he thinks someone gave her DVD’s as a gag gift and if he ever finds out who… well he might have to punch them.
Once she’s addicted to the show it’s only a tiny step till the CD’s start getting played. She listens to them on repeat and those first couple of visits home he’s pretty sure that he’s in hell.
He’s not sure but he likens it to Stockholm syndrome, being forced to listen and watch them repeatedly for days on end, eventually he’s going to end up liking them or kill them all, his mom’ll and the 267 people that she has on her friends list will be pissed if he does that though so it only crosses his mind a time or twenty.
Bill finds it utterly hilarious, Mike only hits him in the head a couple of times, Gabe gets twitchy if he thinks that Bill is being abused without just cause.
There’s just cause; he gets hit once when Bill has a Jonas Brothers t-shirt custom made for him.
“They only had them in tweeny girl sizes,” Bill says seriously when he hands the package over. “What about their older, more mature fans?”
He has one made for Mike’s mom as well, his mom loves it and Bill is easily her favorite for going on two weeks, Bill’s toppled from his throne when Pete manages to get a poster signed by all three of them.
Butcher actually helps by holding him down when Bill cleans out the dollar bin at Target of all the Jonas Brothers stickers (he also throws in a couple of Hannah Montana ones and some Camp Rock ones) and decorates Mike’s bunk with them.
He doesn’t have favorites, he’s not a girl he doesn’t have crushes on them.
He’d just like to force-feed Nick a sandwich or something because he’s way too thin and sit Joe down and lecture him on his dating habits because if the boy keeps going in the manner he is he’s just a couple of years away from starting the messy divorce cycle instead of just the messy break-up cycle.
He also thinks, that if given the opportunity (which will never happen, they’ll travel in the same circles when hell freezes over) he’d handcuff Kevin to his bed and never let him go.
It’s something about the face and the obliviousness in interviews and the fact that he builds working models of the stages they use during their tours.
So maybe he does have favorites.
He’s never been to a concert, but that’s only because the tickets that he’d been going to buy for his moms birthday had sold out in something like 13 minutes and he’d been in the middle of an interview when they’d gone on sale.
So yeah, the Jonas Brothers thing, completely his moms fault.
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He doesn’t intend on approaching them.
He noticed them when they walked in, everyone had noticed them. Because they’re 2/3 of the Jonas Brothers and they’re in a bar.
They’ve been sitting there for a while, it’s VIP so no one bothers them, save for a waitress who’s hovering.
Mike’s pretty sure they’re only drinking sodas, he’s also pretty sure that Nick will have something with alcohol in 47 minutes when he officially turns 21.
There’s only the two of them and Mike only wonders for a couple of seconds where Joe is, it’s Nick’s 21st birthday, he’d figured all three of them would be together having some enormously elaborate party that he would never in a million years have scored an invite to, instead its just Kevin and Nick, Nick looks glum and Kevin looks like he’d rather be anywhere but there.
Bill pushes him out of the booth and drags him along behind him.
He doesn’t intend on approaching them, but that’s what he’s got Bill for.
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Two drinks in and Kevin is very friendly. He’d been friendly after the first drink and Mike isn’t even sure where the second one had come from, he’d gone to the bathroom and when he’d come back out there was an empty glass and Kevin was sipping at a new one.
Mike maybe has his hand on Kevin’s leg, or he might have them folded together chastely in his own lap, someone would have to look under the table to find out.
Either way Kevin leans over and he probably thinks he’s whispering but he probably doesn’t realize that he’s pretty much sitting in Mike’s lap either.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” he says, it’s loud enough that the whole table hears and every other conversation stops. Mike’s eyes can’t help but be drawn to the ring on Kevin’s finger, there’s a matching one on Nick’s and he knows that there’s one on Joe’s as well (though the journals that he totally doesn’t visit love to question whether or not Joe should actually still be wearing the ring).
Bill beams at him from the other side of Nick and there’s a gleam in his eyes that makes Mike shudder. Typically when Bill looks like that he’s got a ‘plan’.
Bill’s plans normally make Mike look like an ass and sometimes get him punched and/or arrested.
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Bill pays for everything; Mike isn’t sure why Nick isn’t putting a stop to it. He keeps asking Kevin if he’s sure and Kevin keeps saying ‘yes, yes, Christ Nick stop asking me stupid questions’.
He recites his drivers’ license number for Bill and someone asks him to list the presidents, Mike’s pretty sure that was just someone poking fun but Kevin just nods, all serious like and lists them all off. They end up having to consult the internet to make sure he’s right, hell if any of them could do that.
Mike’s pretty sure none of them could do that even if they were sober.
He’s sure that someone is going to say something all the way up to the end of the ceremony, he’s not going to say anything, he’s living every fanboys dream and his mom would be completely pissed off at him for fucking with Kevin’s head in the first place, then all of a sudden the priest is pronouncing them married and Kevin is warm and willing in his arms.
Kissing him like he’s trying to climb inside Mike’s skin.
Mike maybe mutters ‘fuck’ into Kevin’s mouth; he maybe shoves his hands down the back of Kevin’s jeans.
No, there’s no maybe about it, he definitely does all that.
And he ignores William patting him on the back and everyone else’s catcalls.
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Kevin doesn’t remember a fucking thing in the morning.
Mike knows this, knows this when Kevin answers his phone and Joe’s voice is yelling at him through the receiver.
Knows this when Kevin drops the phone and sits up, looks around the room like he’s never seen it before. Looks at Mike like he knows him but doesn’t know what he’s doing there.
Mike can feel the weight of the band on his finger and wonders how long it’ll take for it to be gone.
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He turned his phone off when they got back to the room after they got hitched. He’s not anywhere near surprised when Kevin bolts and he turns it back on to a voice mail of his mom freaking out on the phone.
“Oh my god, oh. my. god, are you… you’re not fucking with him right? I raised you better then that and I’ll find a shovel and pay someone to do the job for me. And you better have pictures, you better have pictures and a video and why the hell am I hearing about this from Bill and not from you. Call me immediately young man, you’re not too old for me to still ground your ass.”
She’s his mom, she’d find a way to ground him, he calls her back.
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Kevin keeps surprising him. Mike wasn’t sure anything could surprise him; he’s on a label with a bunch of freaky fuckers after all. He’s not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that Kevin is keeping him on his toes.
But he’d followed Kevin into the bathroom and when he’d kissed him Kevin had let him.
Kevin would have been willing to lay down on the bathroom floor with him and make sure they got to all the things they didn’t get to that morning, and Mike would have let him if Bill hadn’t started knocking on the door.
At the concert Mike makes sure to keep him within a hands reach, Kevin has to keep telling Nick to put his camera away but he never moves more then a couple of inches from Mike and he doesn’t bitch about the fact that Mike having his mouth attached to the side of his neck is going to result in a mark the size of the moon.
Mike’s possessive okay and he’s pretty sure that Kevin won’t let him piss on him so marking him is the next best thing.
Kevin doesn’t have any problems with that, if anything he tilts his head so Mike has easy access and when he tugs him away it’s because he wants to kiss.
Kevin, it would appear, likes to make out. Mike doesn’t have any issues with that.
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When Kevin leaves in the morning he has Mike’s number programmed into his phone, and looks and is completely and utterly debauched.
Kevin figures out after the first two times of getting yanked back into the bed and undressed that if he actually wants to leave the room he’s going to have to make sure that he doesn’t get close enough to the bed for Mike to foil that plan.
He’s grinning when he leaves though; Mike gives him to the elevator before he starts to freak out.
Gives it two days before he has papers showing up to make it all go away. He rolls over onto his stomach, shoves the hand that has the band that says that, for the time being, he’s a married man, under the pillow and goes back to sleep.
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The phone ringing wakes him up and he grumbles and swears as he’s going for it.
It’s two in the afternoon, he’s got at least another two hours before he has to be up and moving around.
They’re on stage that night; Bill will probably make a big announcement; even though Bill already has made the big announcement, he’d heard that much when Joe had called Kevin.
The phone rings and when he looks at it its Kevin’s number, he grins.
“Miss me?” he says when he picks it up; there’s silence on the other end and then a voice that is not Kevin’s.
“I’m booking you a plane ticket to come out here on Wednesday,” Joe says.
“Okay?”
Joe sighs, like the world is doing this just to fuck with him, Mike doesn’t tell him that no matter what his parents or his label or even his brothers say, everything does not revolve around him.
“You should have come with him now, but Nick says that you have concerts so I’m going to use that as your excuse as to why you didn’t come to meet your husbands parents.”
Mike doesn’t say anything.
“I’m assuming from the beaming smile and the highly visible marks that annulment is out of the question.”
“I’m not divorcing him either, you want to draw up the papers I’ll figure out a way to fight you on it,” Mike says. He uses his serious tone; the one that Bill says makes him sound like he’s five seconds away from committing murder.
Pete’ll help him, he thinks it’s all romantic as hell; Bill’s already put it out there so it can’t be brushed under the rug like yesterdays garbage.
Mike’s actually surprised that he didn’t post any of the pictures.
At least ten people had taken pictures with cell phones and cameras, besides the official ones by the chapel they’d used.
He’d been sure that at least one of them would have found its way onto the internet, it’s not like they’re a secretive bunch.
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Joe has a car waiting for him when his plane gets in; his mom is getting on a plane in eight hours because he’s going to make it as hard as possible for the ties to be severed.
And if introducing his mom to them solidifies them he doesn’t care. She’s promised to not scream when she sees them, she’s his mom, she’s met celebrities before; he knows that she can contain herself until she can scream in private.
She’s also promised to not put anything up on twitter or LJ or any of the other journals that she frequents.
She’d been really mad about that, she’d probably scream it from the rooftop or write fanfiction. She’s made no secret of the fact that she reads it; she even sends him links every so often (he has a highly top-secret del.icio.us account that he keeps track of the ones he likes), he’s got no problems with that. If he finds out she’s writing it he might have to take her computer away.
Joe meets him at the door to a house that’s way nicer then anywhere Mike has lived before, he looks tired and he’s watching Mike like he expects him to abscond with the fucking silver or something if he takes his eyes off him.
It’s annoying.
He finally tells him where Kevin is sleeping, after Mike tells him, again, that he has no intention of signing divorce papers either at that moment or any moment in the future.
Kevin is curled up in a ball in the center of his bed and Mike strips down to his jeans, pops the button and climbs in next to him. Kevin is facing him and his face is smoothed out and sweet looking.
Mike thinks that he’s probably the worst possible choice for Kevin, but he doesn’t care. He’s his, and he’s not giving him up.
Not now, not in the future.
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Kevin poking him in the arm wakes him up and Mike cracks an eye, tugs Kevin close and kisses him.
Lets Kevin snuggle in close, hair brushing against his cheek.
Then goes back to sleep, because hell, it’s still dark out and morning will be there soon enough.
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TITLE: What Happens In Vegas
AUTHOR: Melanie
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Kevin Jonas/Mike Carden
SUMMARY: Mike Carden, the unlikeliest fanboy.
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize your own name or names of your siblings / bandmates you need to hit the back button.
What Happens In Vegas
The blame for the Jonas thing can be laid squarely on his mom’s shoulders.
He doesn’t ever say that, not out loud anyway, because his mom could kick his ass if need be.
But it’s completely and utterly her fault. She got hooked on the show at some point, Mike’s not even sure how she managed to see it, he thinks someone gave her DVD’s as a gag gift and if he ever finds out who… well he might have to punch them.
Once she’s addicted to the show it’s only a tiny step till the CD’s start getting played. She listens to them on repeat and those first couple of visits home he’s pretty sure that he’s in hell.
He’s not sure but he likens it to Stockholm syndrome, being forced to listen and watch them repeatedly for days on end, eventually he’s going to end up liking them or kill them all, his mom’ll and the 267 people that she has on her friends list will be pissed if he does that though so it only crosses his mind a time or twenty.
Bill finds it utterly hilarious, Mike only hits him in the head a couple of times, Gabe gets twitchy if he thinks that Bill is being abused without just cause.
There’s just cause; he gets hit once when Bill has a Jonas Brothers t-shirt custom made for him.
“They only had them in tweeny girl sizes,” Bill says seriously when he hands the package over. “What about their older, more mature fans?”
He has one made for Mike’s mom as well, his mom loves it and Bill is easily her favorite for going on two weeks, Bill’s toppled from his throne when Pete manages to get a poster signed by all three of them.
Butcher actually helps by holding him down when Bill cleans out the dollar bin at Target of all the Jonas Brothers stickers (he also throws in a couple of Hannah Montana ones and some Camp Rock ones) and decorates Mike’s bunk with them.
He doesn’t have favorites, he’s not a girl he doesn’t have crushes on them.
He’d just like to force-feed Nick a sandwich or something because he’s way too thin and sit Joe down and lecture him on his dating habits because if the boy keeps going in the manner he is he’s just a couple of years away from starting the messy divorce cycle instead of just the messy break-up cycle.
He also thinks, that if given the opportunity (which will never happen, they’ll travel in the same circles when hell freezes over) he’d handcuff Kevin to his bed and never let him go.
It’s something about the face and the obliviousness in interviews and the fact that he builds working models of the stages they use during their tours.
So maybe he does have favorites.
He’s never been to a concert, but that’s only because the tickets that he’d been going to buy for his moms birthday had sold out in something like 13 minutes and he’d been in the middle of an interview when they’d gone on sale.
So yeah, the Jonas Brothers thing, completely his moms fault.
He doesn’t intend on approaching them.
He noticed them when they walked in, everyone had noticed them. Because they’re 2/3 of the Jonas Brothers and they’re in a bar.
They’ve been sitting there for a while, it’s VIP so no one bothers them, save for a waitress who’s hovering.
Mike’s pretty sure they’re only drinking sodas, he’s also pretty sure that Nick will have something with alcohol in 47 minutes when he officially turns 21.
There’s only the two of them and Mike only wonders for a couple of seconds where Joe is, it’s Nick’s 21st birthday, he’d figured all three of them would be together having some enormously elaborate party that he would never in a million years have scored an invite to, instead its just Kevin and Nick, Nick looks glum and Kevin looks like he’d rather be anywhere but there.
Bill pushes him out of the booth and drags him along behind him.
He doesn’t intend on approaching them, but that’s what he’s got Bill for.
Two drinks in and Kevin is very friendly. He’d been friendly after the first drink and Mike isn’t even sure where the second one had come from, he’d gone to the bathroom and when he’d come back out there was an empty glass and Kevin was sipping at a new one.
Mike maybe has his hand on Kevin’s leg, or he might have them folded together chastely in his own lap, someone would have to look under the table to find out.
Either way Kevin leans over and he probably thinks he’s whispering but he probably doesn’t realize that he’s pretty much sitting in Mike’s lap either.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” he says, it’s loud enough that the whole table hears and every other conversation stops. Mike’s eyes can’t help but be drawn to the ring on Kevin’s finger, there’s a matching one on Nick’s and he knows that there’s one on Joe’s as well (though the journals that he totally doesn’t visit love to question whether or not Joe should actually still be wearing the ring).
Bill beams at him from the other side of Nick and there’s a gleam in his eyes that makes Mike shudder. Typically when Bill looks like that he’s got a ‘plan’.
Bill’s plans normally make Mike look like an ass and sometimes get him punched and/or arrested.
Bill pays for everything; Mike isn’t sure why Nick isn’t putting a stop to it. He keeps asking Kevin if he’s sure and Kevin keeps saying ‘yes, yes, Christ Nick stop asking me stupid questions’.
He recites his drivers’ license number for Bill and someone asks him to list the presidents, Mike’s pretty sure that was just someone poking fun but Kevin just nods, all serious like and lists them all off. They end up having to consult the internet to make sure he’s right, hell if any of them could do that.
Mike’s pretty sure none of them could do that even if they were sober.
He’s sure that someone is going to say something all the way up to the end of the ceremony, he’s not going to say anything, he’s living every fanboys dream and his mom would be completely pissed off at him for fucking with Kevin’s head in the first place, then all of a sudden the priest is pronouncing them married and Kevin is warm and willing in his arms.
Kissing him like he’s trying to climb inside Mike’s skin.
Mike maybe mutters ‘fuck’ into Kevin’s mouth; he maybe shoves his hands down the back of Kevin’s jeans.
No, there’s no maybe about it, he definitely does all that.
And he ignores William patting him on the back and everyone else’s catcalls.
Kevin doesn’t remember a fucking thing in the morning.
Mike knows this, knows this when Kevin answers his phone and Joe’s voice is yelling at him through the receiver.
Knows this when Kevin drops the phone and sits up, looks around the room like he’s never seen it before. Looks at Mike like he knows him but doesn’t know what he’s doing there.
Mike can feel the weight of the band on his finger and wonders how long it’ll take for it to be gone.
He turned his phone off when they got back to the room after they got hitched. He’s not anywhere near surprised when Kevin bolts and he turns it back on to a voice mail of his mom freaking out on the phone.
“Oh my god, oh. my. god, are you… you’re not fucking with him right? I raised you better then that and I’ll find a shovel and pay someone to do the job for me. And you better have pictures, you better have pictures and a video and why the hell am I hearing about this from Bill and not from you. Call me immediately young man, you’re not too old for me to still ground your ass.”
She’s his mom, she’d find a way to ground him, he calls her back.
Kevin keeps surprising him. Mike wasn’t sure anything could surprise him; he’s on a label with a bunch of freaky fuckers after all. He’s not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that Kevin is keeping him on his toes.
But he’d followed Kevin into the bathroom and when he’d kissed him Kevin had let him.
Kevin would have been willing to lay down on the bathroom floor with him and make sure they got to all the things they didn’t get to that morning, and Mike would have let him if Bill hadn’t started knocking on the door.
At the concert Mike makes sure to keep him within a hands reach, Kevin has to keep telling Nick to put his camera away but he never moves more then a couple of inches from Mike and he doesn’t bitch about the fact that Mike having his mouth attached to the side of his neck is going to result in a mark the size of the moon.
Mike’s possessive okay and he’s pretty sure that Kevin won’t let him piss on him so marking him is the next best thing.
Kevin doesn’t have any problems with that, if anything he tilts his head so Mike has easy access and when he tugs him away it’s because he wants to kiss.
Kevin, it would appear, likes to make out. Mike doesn’t have any issues with that.
When Kevin leaves in the morning he has Mike’s number programmed into his phone, and looks and is completely and utterly debauched.
Kevin figures out after the first two times of getting yanked back into the bed and undressed that if he actually wants to leave the room he’s going to have to make sure that he doesn’t get close enough to the bed for Mike to foil that plan.
He’s grinning when he leaves though; Mike gives him to the elevator before he starts to freak out.
Gives it two days before he has papers showing up to make it all go away. He rolls over onto his stomach, shoves the hand that has the band that says that, for the time being, he’s a married man, under the pillow and goes back to sleep.
The phone ringing wakes him up and he grumbles and swears as he’s going for it.
It’s two in the afternoon, he’s got at least another two hours before he has to be up and moving around.
They’re on stage that night; Bill will probably make a big announcement; even though Bill already has made the big announcement, he’d heard that much when Joe had called Kevin.
The phone rings and when he looks at it its Kevin’s number, he grins.
“Miss me?” he says when he picks it up; there’s silence on the other end and then a voice that is not Kevin’s.
“I’m booking you a plane ticket to come out here on Wednesday,” Joe says.
“Okay?”
Joe sighs, like the world is doing this just to fuck with him, Mike doesn’t tell him that no matter what his parents or his label or even his brothers say, everything does not revolve around him.
“You should have come with him now, but Nick says that you have concerts so I’m going to use that as your excuse as to why you didn’t come to meet your husbands parents.”
Mike doesn’t say anything.
“I’m assuming from the beaming smile and the highly visible marks that annulment is out of the question.”
“I’m not divorcing him either, you want to draw up the papers I’ll figure out a way to fight you on it,” Mike says. He uses his serious tone; the one that Bill says makes him sound like he’s five seconds away from committing murder.
Pete’ll help him, he thinks it’s all romantic as hell; Bill’s already put it out there so it can’t be brushed under the rug like yesterdays garbage.
Mike’s actually surprised that he didn’t post any of the pictures.
At least ten people had taken pictures with cell phones and cameras, besides the official ones by the chapel they’d used.
He’d been sure that at least one of them would have found its way onto the internet, it’s not like they’re a secretive bunch.
Joe has a car waiting for him when his plane gets in; his mom is getting on a plane in eight hours because he’s going to make it as hard as possible for the ties to be severed.
And if introducing his mom to them solidifies them he doesn’t care. She’s promised to not scream when she sees them, she’s his mom, she’s met celebrities before; he knows that she can contain herself until she can scream in private.
She’s also promised to not put anything up on twitter or LJ or any of the other journals that she frequents.
She’d been really mad about that, she’d probably scream it from the rooftop or write fanfiction. She’s made no secret of the fact that she reads it; she even sends him links every so often (he has a highly top-secret del.icio.us account that he keeps track of the ones he likes), he’s got no problems with that. If he finds out she’s writing it he might have to take her computer away.
Joe meets him at the door to a house that’s way nicer then anywhere Mike has lived before, he looks tired and he’s watching Mike like he expects him to abscond with the fucking silver or something if he takes his eyes off him.
It’s annoying.
He finally tells him where Kevin is sleeping, after Mike tells him, again, that he has no intention of signing divorce papers either at that moment or any moment in the future.
Kevin is curled up in a ball in the center of his bed and Mike strips down to his jeans, pops the button and climbs in next to him. Kevin is facing him and his face is smoothed out and sweet looking.
Mike thinks that he’s probably the worst possible choice for Kevin, but he doesn’t care. He’s his, and he’s not giving him up.
Not now, not in the future.
Kevin poking him in the arm wakes him up and Mike cracks an eye, tugs Kevin close and kisses him.
Lets Kevin snuggle in close, hair brushing against his cheek.
Then goes back to sleep, because hell, it’s still dark out and morning will be there soon enough.