Chapter 1

"Scotty they've come to search the house." Jane said and calmly continued "Shall I let them in?"

A grin spread over Scott's face as he looked over at Bob and at the top of his lungs, whilst keeping the eye-contact, shouted "Call in the sheriff!" He quickly grappled Mike and ran with him upstairs like a bunch of schoolgirls playing hide and seek. He opened the door to a random room and pushed Mike in and lightly closed the door behind him. Mike still felt heat radiate from his hands even after Scott let go, he felt it crawl along the rest of his skin, take over his mind and make him more lightheaded than usual. Neither the fact that the only thing in the room was a bed nor what Scott was about to say helped him get any steadier on his feet. "Strip." Scott hissed enthusiastically at Mike but the stress and intimacy was too much for him and caused a narcoleptic fit, making him collapse on the bed located behind him. Scott grunted in frustration, quickly took off his leather jacket and hoodie, took off Mike's jacket and shirt off too as swiftly and fast as he could and put him in bed. He covered himself and Mike with a thin blanket, but wasn't prepared to see Mike's dozed off face so close.

It ached him that the poor boys only escape from this rotting world was sleeping its misery away. Scott particularly liked the peaceful grins he would get when he would have the opportunity to witness it. He wished Mike always was at peace like this. What happened a moment later after this mesmerizing instance for Scott was one that hadn't ever happened before; Mike sighed a content "Scott" with a small grin and reddening cheeks. Scott tiredly shaked his head, taking his sight off Mike. What a hopeless romantic this boy was, thinking that he could cover his feelings all these years. Scott snapped out of it and went forth with his plan.

Mike was lost in another world than he usually would. And alternative universe where he was covered with a sheet and Scott rocking his hips barely hovering above his stomach. Wait, this wasn't a dream?! His eyes flickered open wide and he was staring at Scott moaning loudly... and theatrically. It didn't take long before Mike's puzzled look turned into utter disappointment internally, and a blank stare externally, when Scott put a finger over his mouth smilingly wording "play along" and continued moaning in fake ecstasy. Mike was on the verge of crying but collected himself and whimpered along.

"Baby, yeah." Scott panted just when the low screeching of the door was heard. Mike turned red and lost his voice whilst Scott continued his performance; Scott had accidentally nudged Mike's hardening member when humping the air between the small space a tad bit too violently. He didn't seem to notice and kept going but Mike closed his eyes in embarrassment and became completely still, trying to avoid thoughts like "He has probably done it with so many men it's nothing he gets bothered over anymore." But it was exactly these thoughts dropping into Mike's head like nuclear bombs, shaking him with a reality that maybe, maybe, he didn't mean jack shit to Scott. Maybe he was a temporary friend Scott had fun pulling pranks on Pigeon with. It made him feel even worse thinking of Bob Pigeon, the man that could land a guy as hot as Scott. ´

Suddenly Scott halted the non-authentic humping. "Wait, wait, wait!" he whined and went ahead with resting his front on Mike's stomach and uncovered his head but left Mike completely covered. "Aha! What have we here?" he exclaimed like a drama queen, clearly expecting them to witness his royal highnesses continued soiling of his father's reputation. Mike felt gradually more like a tool the more he thought along these lines. But it was the only distraction he had from Scott's Greek Godlike chest being pressed against his face. No one could know how badly he wanted to taste those sweet nips pouting an inch from his lips. He was about to faint again, this was too much for him.

"Pardon me, Mr. Favor." the cop muttered. "An informant has followed certain men into this house." With his best insincere imitation of astonishment Scott input "What men?" "One of them is well known, sir. A large fat man." "Fat as butter." the other cop added making Mike press his face against Scott's chest hard and choke a laughter, but ended up inhaling a large quantity of his friend's distinctive scent and make him woozy with intimacy again. He could feel Scott's heart beat faster. But it wasn't for Mike, it was for the rush he felt at the thought of how his father would react when he heard of this rather queer incident.

"Well, he's not here…" Scott said with continued covered up disconcern in his voice, proceeding to slip to the side of the bed and uncover the dazed off Mike. The fresh air helped him to regain some consciousness. "…but if I see him I'll promise you that I'll send him to you by..." even though he didn't visibly show it Mike was fully aware of Scott's hand playfully laying itself over his nipple, slightly fondling it and pulling the hair "…dinnertime tomorrow..." Mike was about to lose it, it ached all over his body with heat and lust. He was on the verge to pull Scott's face and kiss him but his pathetic arm weakened by potentially ruining their friendship gave him only the strength to slap Scott's hand jokily and "play along" with this sexually frustrating and mentally draining act "to answer against any such charges." As if everything Scott did to Mike wasn't enough to drive him nuts he carried on this false lover affection with massaging Mike's hair with his other hand. Mike couldn't help but naively smirk at this moment of attention he got. "So, would you leave us alone?" Scott finished with a surprisingly convincing seductive in his sharp yet warm eyes.

Mike thought it was over but all of a sudden felt Scott tense up beside him. He still had his hazy look outwardly but could see from the corner of his eye a middle aged office man come in between the officers. "You…" Scott said with all the performance gone, only left with pure disgust towards this man. "Sorry for the interruption. We have a message for you from your father." Scott already cringed at the mention of his old man. "He'd like to see you as soon as possible." Scott in an instant embodied his repulsion and came into the shoes of an authority not to be fucked with. "Fuck you." he said with a forced smile, waving the man and in turn the rest of the cops, away. The superior smile faded away the second they were gone and Mike could still feel Scott's uneasiness. Doesn't matter what class you are in, life fucks each individual in their own way. What washed over Mike to do the following was similar to the actions of a puppy trying to calm down his master. He moved in closer to Scott praying to the God he didn't believe in that he wouldn't pull away. Which he didn't...