Chapter three

Donnie entered the apartment before looking behind him into the hallway. While closing the door, he looked confused at Micky.

"Was that August, or am I seeing things?"

Micky nodded "That was August."

"What's he doing here, and in an army uniform?"

"That's kind of a long story that you don't need to worry yourself about." He walked over to the couch and sat down. "What're you doing here, Donnie?"

"I want to talk to you." He stepped forward towards the couch. "You mind if I sit down?"

Micky coldly waved a hand towards the empty spot on the couch. "Be my guest."

Donnie awkwardly took the seat next to Micky. He looked at Micky, grinning very softly at him. Micky sat there as though it was the last place he wanted to be. Looking over at his ex, Micky knew Donnie was having trouble coming up with something to say to him. At the same time, images of the last few moments he shared with August entered his mind. Glancing over at Donnie, he began to sink into a strange pit of guilt and yearning.

"So uh…" Micky sat up, trying to shake these feelings. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Look, Micky." Donnie started "I've been thinking a lot lately… about us."

"Yeah?" His interest peaked and the feelings and images of August faded away. "What about us?"

"Well it's just… we've really had something good going on the past couple years. We were great together right from the start. Y'know?" Micky nodded with a grin. "Now I'll admit… despite what happened between us… with you and that girl I mean…" He paused. "Any way, I've realized that I miss you. And… well… I still love you."

Micky's grin turned to a full smile. "Really?" He scooted closer to him. "You're serious? You still love me after what I did to you?"

"Well… yeah. Took me a while to realize I still love you. At first, I didn't want to believe it. I refused to accept it."

"Well that makes me feel good." Micky said, backing away with a frown.

"Aw Micky I didn't mean it like that."

"Then how did you mean it?"

Donnie sighed with slight frustration. "Micky… look… I only meant that since I had such a hard time, dealing with what you did to me, I was real angry when I first realized I still had feelings for you. At first, at first I was upset that I still love you. But now… well I've been feeling better about it."

Micky glanced down into his lap for a second. He then turned his eyes back up at him with a look of eager hopefulness in them. "How much better?"

"Well… I'm here aren't I?"

Micky grinned. "Yeah." With a small hesitation, he moved even closer to Donnie. "I hope you don't mind."

"Mind what?"

Tilting his head a little, Micky kissed him lightly on the cheek. Then, placing a hand on the other side of Donnie's face, he moved the gentle kiss to Donnie's lips. When he realized no resistance came from Donnie, the kiss became much more sensual. Slowly, as the kiss deepened, Donnie reached behind Micky's neck and tangled his hand within his brown curls. The two of them moved even closer together, still within their lingering kiss. Micky pressed against him just a little more, leading him into a slow recline. Images of August came flooding back to his mind right then. Rather than stop him in his tracks, the images only added fuel to his passions.

As Micky started rubbing against him, Donnie resisted. Donnie pulled away with a slight gasp for air. When Micky moved forward to re-enter a passionate attack, Donnie moved away even more, blocking the advances.

"Micky stop!"

Confused, Micky sat up and looked at him. "What? What's the matter?"

"As fun as this is, Micky, it's just too much right now. I really just wanted to talk."

Micky grinned with a slightly bashful expression. "Sorry. Guess I got carried away."

"Sure seems like it."

They both sat up and straightened their postures while adjusting their clothing. Micky held, unknowingly, a slight pink tint in his cheeks as he darted his eyes away from Donnie. A small smirk formed on his lips as he still remembered the moments he shared with August. Suddenly, he knew just what Donnie was experiencing, having just gone through it not that long ago. The feeling of being torn between letting himself go completely, giving into the advances, and wanting to keep his emotions at check, was so overwhelming. Realizing they shared these feelings, Micky lifted his head to look at his ex.

"Really sorry." Micky said, sincerely. "I should have known better than to do that."

Donnie nodded a little, placing a hand on Micky's leg. "It's okay."

"So" Micky chuckled lightly "what else did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well…" Donnie paused, looking at him. "with all the thinking I've been doing, I feel as though I can forgive you."

Micky's eyes brightened. "Wow, really? You forgive me for that?"

"I forgive you, Micky. But I don't know if I can trust you yet."

"Well I guess that's understandable."

"But… at the same time… I'm willing to get back together with you just on a trial basis."

"A trial basis." Micky nodded. "Right."

Donnie nodded with a grin. "Right."

"So, uh," Micky rubbed his hands together with a grin. "When does this trial basis start?"

Donnie playfully pushed Micky away with a laugh. He then moved closer to give him a kiss. Breaking away from the kiss, they pressed their foreheads together and their noses touched. Donnie placed a hand on the side of Micky's face, bringing him into another tender kiss. This time, it was Donnie who caused the kiss to deepen with passion. The passion, however, was much more loving than the feverish kisses they shared before were. Sliding a hand up Micky's shirt, Donnie leaned forward to deepen his kisses even more. Both men at this point felt the very same heat and fervor between them that originally brought them together nearly three years prior.

It did not take much longer before they were both stretched out over the couch with their shirts removed from their bodies. Donnie buried his face into the crook of Micky's neck, nibbling and sucking a little. While melting to this sensation and the forming goose bumps, Micky reached for Donnie's pants to unfasten them. Once again, images of August came to his mind and he did not even attempt to remove the thoughts. Beginning to tug at Donnie's now open pants, Micky closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, taking in the feeling of Donnie's kisses all over his neck. Donnie slowly moved down from Micky's neck and onto his chest. From there he went down even lower, before tracing the space beneath Micky's navel with his tongue. This caused Micky to shiver and let out a breathy groan.

"Oh… August…"

Stopping completely, mid-lick, Donnie looked at Micky. "What?"

Micky's eyes popped open and he slowly sat up. "Um… oops…"

Donnie sat up, moving away from Micky. "Oops indeed." He reached down for his shirt. "I shoulda known that August being here, and in that army uniform, would have had this kind of effect on you." He finished his statement while pulling the garment over his head.

"In my defense," Micky said while moving closer to Donnie. "You were with August once, too."

"Yeah. But not recently." He stood up and refastened his pants. "But it seems like you were."

Micky put his shirt on and stood next to Donnie. "Baay-by. It wasn't like I knew he would be stopping by. As a matter of fact, I didn't know you would be stopping by either."

"Doesn't matter. While you were foolin' around with me, you had August on the brain."

"Not the whole time."

Donnie rolled his eyes. "Micky, I came over here wanting to get back together with you, and you're all over solider boy August."

"Well you gotta admit, he was lookin' pretty good."

"This is serious, Micky." He paused. "Look. If you want to be with August then be with August. Just don't string me along at the same time."

"Hey now, Donnie. You're the one coming over here wanting to get back together. And I don't want to be with August. He just… he just turns me on."

"What about me?"

Micky looked at him sincerely in the eyes and placed a hand under his chin. "Baby I love you. I want to be with you. But if you want to still be with me like you said, I'm not asking you to trust that I'll remain faithful. Especially if August is going to be around."

"What are you saying, Micky?"

"Let's not worry about things right now." He gently kissed him. "We should just play by ear." He kissed him again. "Take things slow for now."

Donnie arched an eyebrow. "You want to take things slow? Since when do you do anything slow, Micky?"

Micky snickered. "I only meant that, maybe we shouldn't jump right back into a relationship right now."

Nodding his head, Donnie looked at him quietly before giving him a small kiss. "You're probably right."

"Of course!" Micky laughed. "You should know that about me by now."

Donnie let out a small chuckle. "Well, Micky, it's been fun. But I think I should go." He kissed Micky on the cheek. "I'll call you sometime."

"Alright." Micky nodded with a grin. "Well it was nice seeing you, Donnie."

They walked over to the door together. Micky smiled as he opened the door for him. Stepping into the hall, Donnie turned to look at him, matching his smile.

"See you later, Micky."

"Ok, babe. Nice seeing you."

After a quick kiss goodbye, Donnie turned around and started to leave. Micky watched as his ex walked away, giving him a small wave. Then, once Donnie was out of his sight, he closed the door. He leaned against the door, looking into the apartment. Suddenly, his smile faded as thoughts of the two guys came to him. After spending part of the day with two ex-boyfriends, Micky did not know what to do with himself.