Favours With Guilty Flavours

Title: Favours With Guilty Flavours
Pairing: Michael/Bob [!]
Rating: R
Summary: Everything comes with a price.
Disclaimer: In short, not real, never happened. No. Really. Guilt still eating away.
Notes: I had to do it. The title comes from Michael himself; he listed that as one of his hobbies/interests on Friendster. The 'plot' comes from the fact that it was Bob who asked Michael to star in the music video though Alex did not have high hopes he'd agree.

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"Oh, be a sport, Michael. We'd love it if you starred in the video," Bob's voice was coaxing. He even crossed his fingers, tapping one foot impatiently, waiting for an answer.

Michael smiled to himself, drawing out the tension. "I'll do it, but what do I get in compensation?" It really was fun to tease Bob; he lent himself to it quite easily.

Frowning, Bob fidgeted, "Ah…anything you like?"

It was hard not to laugh, but Michael contained himself. "In that case, I'll collect upon arrival. Give me two days."

Bob was left with a dial tone and absolutely no idea what Michael wanted as payment. Being rational, he supposed it'd be nothing impossible.

Michael arrived as promised, all smiles and joking sentiments. Bob was happy to meet him; they hugged in the airport, all easy words, and drove to Bob's Berlin flat of the moment with camaraderie.

Once the door was shut, Michael's teasing changed tone. At first, Bob did not notice the change, the seductive lilt and the little spark in the otherwise wide and innocent eyes. He did not feel anything amiss until Michael put his hand on Bob's thigh and conveniently forgot to remove it. Bob stumbled over his thoughts, unable to concentrate with the warm hand pressed so intimately to him. He stared at Michael, glanced pointedly at the hand on his thigh, then back at Michael.

Stroking his thumb over the tensed muscles, Michael explained most reasonably, "You did say I could have anything as payment."

"But…me?" Bob felt a little hot, the air seemingly closer all of a sudden.

"I'm not intending to kill you, silly, perhaps snog you senseless or…maybe something even more creative…" Michael, decidedly, was enjoying it too much - making Bob fret and fidget.

Bob's mind was frantically trying to find a loophole and his eyes darted from side to side, hoping for an escape. He froze completely when Michael leaned in and kissed him. Kissed him on the lips, tongue trying to slip into his mouth. Bob felt lightheaded and would've fainted, if Michael hadn't been holding him firmly by the shoulder.

Sighing and shutting his eyes, Bob gave into the kiss, lazily responding. He almost bit Michael's tongue when the hand on his thigh moved up to rub against the crotch of his trousers. Squirming about only seemed to encourage Michael further.

With a loud groan Bob managed to pull away from Michael, lips tingling and a pleasant buzz in his head.

Eyes slitted, Michael licked his lips, hands moving to undo the bothersome buttons and zip.

"You're a fiend," Bob mumbled, trying to tell himself that he did not find any of it even a little arousing, but unable to take his gaze away from those glittering eyes or the pink, pink lips.

Michael dragged Bob's trousers lower and smiled strangely, "I know." He slid to his knees onto the carpet before Bob, hands pulling his thighs apart. Bob stared in dismay, not grasping one bit of what was happening.

Bob's vision clouded over and he forgot to breath when Michael did the unthinkable – having coaxed a reaction out of him, he practically swallowed Bob whole. That lovely mouth felt scalding hot and so soft, it hurt. Michael's hair was soft, too, strands fine and light in Bob's convulsing grasp.

Bob was shuddering uncontrollably and he lost coherency, various vowels escaping his open mouth. Bob thought that this was as good as it got, until Michael practically pulled the orgasm out of him and swallowed it all.

Both were out of breath and flustered and slightly disheveled. Michael made a satisfied noise, pushing his hair out of his eyes and rising to his feet a little unsteadily.

Bob tried speaking, words unraveling slowly, "But what of your - ?"

"Don't worry about her," Michael soothed.

"And what about you…?" Bob glanced down quickly.

Michael grinned and suggestively raised one eyebrow, "You can thank me for everything after the video shoot."

End