Dead Like Me
Chapter Ten
nadine :)
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Mikey jumped onto the bed from accross the room, still seeming to be in a playful mood. I didn't mind, as long as he finished what he started. And he was pretty good about that.
I watched him start crawling towards me, like a jungle cat, his eyes glinting with the afternoon sun coming through the windows. He pushed the clothes that separated the two of us off of the bed, and the landed with a dull thud on the floor. My dismay at seeing the clothes that I had just unpacked, washed and folded hit the floor in disarray was quickly overcome by a new sensation -- Mikey's lips on mine.
I have to confess, I liked kissing him a lot more than I liked folding laundry. So I guess we were even.
His tongue pushed in between my lips and I brought my arms up to circle around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. He exhaled sharply into my mouth as his chest collided with mine, and I kept his breath, not wanting either of us to let go. I loved that feeling; when you start to get light headed from lack of air, arms and legs frantically grasping at each other, slowly drowning in his kiss. Except drowning never felt as good as he did.
He pulled away from me, gasping, like a fish on land. Our bodies stay inches apart, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. My eyes skimmed below his waist, and I could see that I had just as much effect on him as he had on me.
He could see me too, hair mussed, face flushed and lips red, a twin to his own dishevelled appearance. I could see in his eyes the change of scenery as he looked at me. This was no longer cute little Mikey. This was grown up Mikey. This was the Mikey who wanted to fuck me into the mattress.
There was about a moment where we simply sat there staring at each other, gauging each others movements, wanting to know how far the other wished to take this. We'd never actually gone all the way. Both of us were still virgins, and although we'd kissed and cuddled in about every way physically possible, we'd never actually been able to work up the nerve to do it. Honestly, I think we were both mostly afraid that it was going to hurt like hell.
But that wasn't it. I was scared. Of the physical pain, yes, but worse than that. I was afraid of having my heart ripped out again. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if Mikey and I slept together, and then he left me.
It was a big deal. A huge deal. I wasn't just some horny teenager, although I often felt like it when I saw the look on his face and the way his body moved in those tight-ass jeans. I was 21 years old, and I was a commitment-phobe.
But I wanted Mikey so badly. And I wanted him to know it.
"Mikey," I said breathily our into the still room, our gazes still locked. "I think I want you."
His faced inched closer to mine, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. "What, baby? I didn't quite catch that." he teased.
Fuck, this was no time to tease me.
"Mikey, don't be a bastard." He opened his mouth to protest but I silenced him with my next words.
"Just shut up and fuck me."
The short paused ended with our bodies slamming together once again, and my emotions were pushed aside in the wake of the surge of lust I felt coming from between us.
He kissed me everywhere, practically ripping the t-shirt off of my torso, and my hands reached out to do the same to him. Our pants followed our shirts, and soon we were lying in familiar territory; my bed, boxers only.
He was on top of me, his tongue trailing down my stomach, getting lower by the second. My mouth was open, gasping for air as he pushed my boxers aside and took me in his mouth. I tried to buck my hips up, but his fingers dug into my hips, preventing me from moving. He wasn't a very big guy, but he was stronger than me, and it was fucking torture.
I settled for twisting my fingers into his hair, and pulling gently, not hard enough to hurt him, but enough for him to feel it. He responded by dragging his teeth along my length. That was almost too much for me to bear. I could feel the impending release in the pit of my stomach, and my whole body was aching for it. But before I could come, Mikey pulled away, and I sat up panting. He just sat there.
"Frank, are you sure about this?" Are you fucking kidding me right now? When did Mr. Serious Mikey show up? I thought we were going to do this?
"Yes, I'm sure. I wouldn't have said that I wanted to unless I was sure."
He kissed me, gently this time, not the rough, fevered pace that we'd had before, but slow and soft. When we parted I felt my breathing slow and he grabbed onto my hands.
"It's not that I think that you don't want to, I just want to make sure that you're....sure."
"Mikey, are you sure?"
He grinned like an idiot. "Yeah, I'm sure."
I mirrored his smile. "Then so am I."
He nodded and gently pushed me back to the bed, and I could feel him pressing against my leg. I wanted to touch him the way he was touching me.
My hand reached down between our bodies to *ahem* help him along...
"What the FUCK?! What the FUCK do you guys think you're DOING in here?!"
And then there was Gerard, with the worst fucking timing in the universe.