Title: We Found Love

Chapter: One

Pairings: Blake and Michael (Blichael)

A/N: So out of impulse I sort of wrote a Blichael story and I decided instead of letting it rot inside my computer i would share it with the world. If you don't like don't read but just know that this is my first fanfic ever so please please don't be too mean. Enjoy I guess (If anyone actually reads this)

His breath. In and out in huffs. No doubt just as winded as me. I collapse onto my ass but he leans against a brick wall for support. We share a look and suddenly crack up for no reason. He tries to stand but eventually he sits, that's how tired we are.

"Finally the mighty Michael falls off his throne." I mock in gasps. I can barely catch my own breath. He coughs in answer and haunches over. Suddenly I'm concerned, maybe he over exerted himself or something. Our stupid competitions with each other could have hurt him maybe.

"Hey you okay?" I ask and crawl over from my side of the wall. As I get closer I hear wheezing or something and a flash of fear shoots through me. Should I call nine one-one or something? Not yet. I lay and hand on his back to try to see how he feels. Apparently I'm an idiot.

The second I touch him he grabs my hand and pulls me on my face and leaps onto me. Great now I have to kick his ass.

"What's the matter Blake? A little weak are yah?" Michael mocks me and I feel my blood boil and my face burn as he pulls my leg making me wince. I twist as hard as I can and manage to shake him off my back. I try to turn myself but Michael has gotten a lot quicker.

As soon as I manage to flip onto my back he's on top of me again. His legs pin mine down, his arms hold mine above my head. Michael is shorter than me by a few inches so he has to stretch to be able to reach that far, it leaves us in an oddly compromising position with his face only about an inch from mine.

I struggle but he has a good hold on me. He must have learned a thing or two from me. He makes a cocky face at me as I struggle to try to free myself. When I finally give in because it's obvious he's built up some muscle and I can't move him like this we're left in a silence as he enjoys his moment on top. His hot steamy breath keeps hitting me in the face just making me want to kick his ass all the more.

"What Blake? No escape move? Finally want to admit who the king is?" Michael teases me. I struggle again, if I can manage to shake him I can take him down. But right now I really wish I hadn't helped Michael work on his arms so much. Now they are almost as big as mine and he is just able to hold me down with a combination of muscle and fatigue from our run.

"Alright Mr. Tough guy," I concede. "Now that you have me like this, what are you going to do about it?" I challenge him. What would he do? Something seemed to cross Michael's face. His face suddenly drained of emotion and seemed oddly serious. "What?" I start to ask but am cut off with Michael's lips closing the tiny gap to mine.

WTF! Is the only thought going through my mind. My eyes stay open and stare at Michael as he holds his lips to mine. I try to understand his expression. He's still strangely blank faced like he doesn't want to feel.Maybe he's playing with me. I'm not gonna back out first. Now I get it. It must be some fucked up challenge.

So I let my lips relax and opened my mouth daring Michael's tongue to enter my mouth. I cracked open my eyes to peek at Michael's expression. He finally opens his eyes and is staring right into mine. I've never seen Michael's expression like this before. He looks…scared and nervous I guess. I must look something like that too. I can't speak for Michael, but this is definitely the first time I kissed a guy.

His eyes snap shut tight and suddenly I feel Michael's wet tongue enter my mouth. The foreign invader feels weird. I've kissed girls before but their tongues were…different. Maybe it's because I'm kissing a guy and I'm over thinking it but somehow I think his tongue is bigger than a girls. And stronger, maybe he worked that muscle out too.

His tongue slides into my gums making something ignite in my gut. I'm not sure what to describe it. Not butterflies like when I kiss a girl but something else. Like heat or something in my gut. As his tongue moves more and more through my mouth my tongue starts moving on its own sliding against his tongue.

As our tongues collided my mind started to feel numb. My mouth as well like all the blood drained from my face and I just connected our mouths. I felt a weakened grip against my wrists and my ankles but I didn't really register what that even meant. I didn't register as I felt Michael fall off his elbows and onto my body and the weirdest thing was…I liked it. I wanted to pull Michael closer. Even though we seemed to be touching everywhere I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer and tighter against me. I wanted to wrap my legs around his.

I felt his hips buckle against mine and I heard something. A moan I think escapes my lips but my mind is so numb I'm not really sure what is going on other than a heat in my belly needing to be extinguished. Michael buckled his hips against mine again and I felt a pressure suddenly. Blake Jr. wanted some attention…

Holy Shit! Suddenly my mind seemed to snap out of the dream it was in while I was…kissing Michael. I want…wanted Michael to pleasure my…personal parts. A part of me still wants him to reach inside my pants and wrap one of those slender fingers around my…

Holy Shit! My mind freaks out again. I snap open my eyes and see Michael's expression as he kisses me. He looks…pleasured. His eyes seem to be smiling and his lips touching mine made me want to smile some. Stop it! I scream at myself.

Instinctively I pull my head back and crack it against the pavement. Pain rushes around my head and the edges of my vision go blurry. The last thing I really register is Michael's worried face staring down at mine. His face full of concern but also a bit hurt. Hurt that I pulled away? And seeing that made me feel…hurt myself. Then I pass out.

"Is he alright?" I think its Michael's voice.

"He'll be fine. Thank you for bringing him home." I think my dad says. Were they talking about me? I try to open my eyes but my eyelids don't respond.

"Oh my poor baby. What did you say happened Michael?" My mom asks in a frantic tone. I hear a slight hesitation from Michael before he responds.

"Oh he just tripped while we were running and cracked his head on the ground." Michael answers but I hear it in his voice. A tiny bit of high pitched at the end that makes me know he's lying. My parents don't catch it but I've been around Michael long enough to know his tell.

"Well it's good you were there with him." My mother says and I think she hugs him. After that I sort of slip out of consciousness again.