I know I hurt him. I watched it happen. But I can’t figure out where the line was, whether it was the Christmas thing or the being in the closet thing, but either way, I’ve never seen Mike like that.
He’s never been that angry with me, and knowing that I caused it without even trying—
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to figure out how I can fix it.
And then the door opens.
I find him in the doorway again, with my hoodie hanging off of him. He stands there for a second, and I don’t say anything because I don’t want to say the wrong thing.
But apparently, it doesn’t matter, because he crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, and then onto me, straddling my lap.
He falls forward, wrapping both arms around me the best he can, pressing his face into my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his back automatically.
“I’m sorry,” he says into my neck, sniffling, even though it’s been hours since our fight.
“No.” I squeeze him tighter, kissing the side of his head. “I’m sorry.”
We stay like that for a long time, holding each other, taking in the comfort of whatever this stupid fight was being over. He lifts his head to look at me, and in the light of the lamp on my bedside table, he says, “I want to fuck.”
He doesn’t wait for a response before he pulls the hoodie over his head in one motion, revealing nothing but pale skin underneath, his cock still soft, but hardening in anticipation.
Sitting up to help him, he tugs my shirt off too, then my pants, as efficiently as possible without having to move too much.
I reach toward the nightstand where we keep the lube, but he stops me. “I already prepped,” he says, grabbing my hand. “I’m serious. I’m ready.”
He brings my hand around him, exhaling when my fingers reach him.
I feel the base of the plug.
He watches my face, smirking when I open my mouth and can’t quite close it becauseholy shit.I press lightly against it, and he moans, his hands landing on my shoulders.
“How long have you had this in?”
“A while.”
I grab the base and twist it enough to feel the give, and he drops his head forward with a groan. I do it again, working it gently, as his fingers dig into my shoulders.
“Alex—”
“Hm?”
He groans when I pull the plug out and push it back in, but he doesn’t allow it for long, grabbing my arm and moving my hand away. “I’m in charge tonight.”
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him slide down my body until his mouth is hovering over my cock. Looking up to meet my eyes once, he wraps a hand around the base of my cock and licks a slow line up the underside of it.
I exhale through my nose as he does it again, taking his time. His tongue traces the vein, up to the tip, never taking me fully in. “Mike.”
He hums against me.
Not helpful.
When I think he’s finally going to take me into his mouth, it’s only the tip, only enough to make me want more. My hips shift, and he pins them down with a hand on my stomach.
I drop my head back with a groan and accept my fate.
He goes so fucking slow. Giving me a little more each time and then pulling back before I can get used to it. “You’re doing that on purpose,” I force out.
He pulls off entirely, to smirk and say, “Obviously,” before taking me back in to tease some more.
