A/N: set probably a month or few weeks after "the medicine goes down." chronologically, this chapter is the farthest down the timeline to be uploaded yet.

so people have been asking for some jealousy stuff and some more interaction with schoolmates or interactions outside of just el and mike. i gave you just a HINT of that this chapter (this isn't the BIG jealousy plot i have planned, but here's a hint of it). also WARNING you might not like some of mike's actions in this chapter. sorry but interesting stories have conflict and characters that aren't perfect - can't just write everything going 100% smoothly all the time cuz i find that boring. if you want that kind of story, i'm not the author for that, so don't read if you think it will upset you. a pet peeve of mine is when people comment about how a character shouldn't have done xyz cuz it was mean and caused problems. in this fic, mike and el will have problems and will act badly and hurt each other from time to time, so if you're gonna complain about that then you can stop reading my stuff and go read a cheesy fluff and smut fic or something. for the rest of you, enjoy :)

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It was weird.

Stacey was giving him head, but his dick wasn't getting hard.

She'd probably been at it for at least five minutes by now, and Mike was still about as hard as a wet noodle. He wasn't even drunk; he'd hadn't even had a chance to pop open his bottle of beer when Stacey had cornered him, throwing herself all over him in front of the other guys in track and then tugging him into an upstairs bedroom with a wicked smile on her face.

Everyone had been watching. He couldn't just say no. He had a reputation to uphold.

And besides, why should he say no?

It's not like El was his girlfriend. It's not like they were even really dating. They had never said they were, he had never said they were, and besides, all the girls at school understood that Mike Wheeler didn't get into relationships.

He wasn't doing anything wrong.

So Mike had let Stacey drag him by the hand into an upstairs bedroom.

"Mike, I hardly ever see you anymore…" she'd said, before immediately pulling his dick out from his pants. "Who have you been spending all your time with…"

She didn't wait for an answer though, taking his limp cock in her mouth and starting to slobber all over it.

Now, in Mike's experience, which was plentiful, Stacey gave good head. Like, easily top 3 in the whole school. In the past, she could have made him cum with her mouth in minutes. Now, it was going on 10, and he was still limp as a noodle, and Stacey's insistent sucking and slobbering was starting to feel tiresome.

Mike glanced at his watch as Stacey continued going to town on his soft cock. God, he was so bored.

Finally, he sighed, gently pushing Stacey off his dick.

"Hey, uh, sorry. Must be the booze," he lied.

She looked at him in utter confusion. "What? But Mike –"

"Yeah, I gotta get back to the party now," he said, tucking himself back in his pants and heading for the door. "Nice seein' ya Stace."

Stacey wiped at her mouth, still not quite processing what had just happened. Mike used to love her blowjobs. "Um, okay. Call me sometime - ?"

But Mike had already stepped out the room without so much as a glance back, swinging the door shut behind him.

Later that night…

El had just started to fall asleep when she heard the knocking on her window. Luckily, her room was on the first floor, so she didn't think she was dreaming or being haunted.

El turned on the light on her nightstand and stumbled sleepily towards the window, already having a good idea of who could be making such a ruckus at one in the morning. Only one person had ever tried to sneak in through her window this late at night.

"Mike, what are you doing here?" El mumbled, still sleepy, lifting the window pane up to let him in. "I thought you were gonna be at that party all night tonight…"

Mike lurched inside, nearly falling flat on his face as he did so but luckily, El caught him in time. He was never this clumsy.

"Party got boring….so left. Wanted to see you," he slurred.

He leaned heavily against her, so close she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Of course. He was drunk as a skunk.

"Seems like you had fun at the party, huh?" she remarked pointedly, but Mike hardly noticed, stumbling towards her bed and then unceremoniously falling flat on his face on the mattress.

"Nooo…" he whined, kicking off his shoes clumsily and pulling El on top of him. "So boring...bad music…annoying people…stupid social rituals… missed you."

In any other scenario, El's heart might have skipped a beat to hear that, but now she only regarded him with an amused expression. "You did hmm?"

"Yeah. 'Course." he said, without hesitation, his eyes drooping sleepily and his mouth curved into a sweet smile. "I wish you woulda come with me…" He wrapped an arm lazily around her waist, pulling her close and tucking her into him, nuzzling against the crook of her neck softly.

Mike usually only did this post-sex, snuggling her, and even that had only started recently.

El smiled sardonically; drunk Mike was really a whole other side of him, one that she had only seen in glimpse and pieces until now.

She didn't fight it though; it was nice.

El sighed happily, letting herself get tucked into him. "I told you…" she whispered, gently reminding him, "I don't like parties. Loud noises and crowded places scare me…"

After everything that had happened with Papa, El found it really hard to be in places like that. She just wasn't used to it, and she didn't know if she ever would be.

Mike had asked her last week (after sex, of course) if El had wanted to come to a big house party one of his track mates were throwing off campus. He hadn't even looked her in the eye when he asked. El had been surprised but secretly please he'd even invited her, but she knew she had to say no. She just wasn't ready to handle that kind of thing yet. And to her disappointment, Mike didn't even seem to care that she'd turned down his offer. Instead, he'd just shrugged, said "Okay", and then turned over on his side and fell asleep.

But now he was here, nuzzling her like a contented cat, telling her all sorts of things she'd never thought she'd hear Mike say, like how he had missed her and that he had wished she had come…. El knew it was just the alcohol talking and that she shouldn't take it too seriously….but, still. It was nice.

"Shoulda just stayed here with you then…" he hummed against her shoulder, kissing it softly. "Like being with you… wanna be with you all the time…"

"Mike," El laughed softly, pushing Mike's hair back away from his eyes. He blinked up dreamily at her. "You're really drunk."

"Don't change the subject…." he said, frowning comically at her. Then, he leaned in to kiss her, slowly and deeply, and it was so different than any of their other kisses, usually full of lust and passion and nastiness, the aim of which was purely to get the other off.

But this kiss was slow and soft, infused with a deep longing for something other than sex, something that El couldn't quite name, because she had never felt it before in her young life, not until now.

"God El, you're so beautiful," he murmured against her lips, running his hands down her body and up and under her nightshirt. "When I'm around you….I can't think straight…."

Mike's hands were on her breasts underneath her shirt, squeezing them lightly, and she felt his hardness press up against her too, but it didn't seem right.

He was so drunk, and if the situation were reversed and El was wasted, she wouldn't want Mike to take advantage of her. She felt like he wouldn't, either. At least, she wanted to believe that he wouldn't.

Gently, she pushed his hands away and out from under her shirt. "Mike, I don't think – you're not….um, let's just wait til you sober up, okay? Let's go to sleep."

"Mmm…okay…" Mike said dreamily, "Can I sleep here with you tonight?"

"Yeah, of course." El hesitated briefly, before deciding to go for it, his drunkenness emboldening her, "I…I like it when you spend the night. I like to sleep next to you," she confessed.

"Me too," he returned easily, "Getting hard to sleep without you…"

Mike didn't say anything after that for a long time. El could hear his breathing slow, until it became deep and steady. Just when she figured he had fallen asleep, Mike mumbled against her neck.

"El… been feeling really happy. Since we met. Never felt that way before."

El smiled contentedly; it was everything she had secretly wanted to hear, even if Mike was drunk and she couldn't take him seriously.

But he wasn't finished.

"I love you, El," Mike said, clear as day, squeezing her tight against him, "….love you…." He said once more, his words getting muffled against her shoulder.

"What?" El froze. She couldn't have heard what she thought she had heard. "Mike?"

But only his soft and even breathing answered her. Mike had fallen asleep.

El woke up with Mike shifting lazily against her. She was still tucked into him like a little spoon, her petite little body seeming to fit in perfectly against his, one of his hands cupping her breast possessively even in sleep.

He was waking up now though, and so were other parts of him.

El could feel his erection press up tight against her center, and as he shifted lazily in the tiny bed, he seemed to be grinding it on her.

"Mmm…Mike…" El called out sleepily, not stopping him.

"Morning…" Mike pressed kisses down her neck, his breath tickling her ear. He tugged at the hem of her nightshirt, "off," he insisted, and El obediently lifted her arms so that he could pull the thing over her head, leaving her in only thin cotton panties.

Mike's hands dipped lazily underneath her panties, straight to her sensitive little nub, rubbing lazy circles over her clit and pressing hot, sloppy kisses on her mouth, down her neck, across her chest and finally on her breasts, which had already pebbled and puckered in anticipation of his mouth.

El tugged his pants and underwear off, and then his shirt, Mike pulling away from her tits briefly so she could get his shirt over his head before he resumed sleepily tugging and nipping at her breasts.

El arched into his mouth and sighed, already she could feel herself getting so wet down there from Mike's fingers. As if he'd read her thoughts, Mike left her little nub to run his fingers up and down her folds, rubbing her slickness all over her pussy and spreading it over her clit.

"Mmm El, you're already so wet…." Mike whispered, finally starting to fully wake, the state of El's arousal getting him increasingly worked up. He ripped her panties down her legs, tossing them off to the side, and before El knew it, he had two fingers deep inside her, pumping steadily as she squirmed underneath him.

"Oh, Mike - !" El cried, as he pushed the pad of his thumb over her clit and added in a third finger, his fingers making a crude wet sucking sound as he started to pump even faster into her pussy.

"Do you like when I fingerfuck you, El?"

"Mmhmm," El nodded up at him, biting her lip, completely helpless to do anything except take the fingerfucking and love it.

He began to pump into her so vigorously that El's breasts started to bounce with the movement, and Mike couldn't help but take one in his mouth again, her tits looked so delicious, so round and full and soft, jiggling gently up at him.

His eyes met hers as his lips suctioned over her areola and he flicked his tongue round and round messily over her nipple. It was so hot, Mike looking straight into her eyes as he sucked sloppily on her tits and rammed his fingers into her wet pussy over and over again.

"I love your tits." Mike said, his mouth coming off her nipple with a wet pop. He started to do something different with his fingers, something El had never felt before, and instinctively she spread her legs wider, even as he continued battering his fingers in and out of her hole.

"Fuck me Mike…" El pleaded. Whatever he was doing felt good, and she wanted his cock.

"Not yet." Mike flashed her a naughty grin. "I'm gonna make you cum so good with my fingers, and then I'll fuck you."

El could feel him curl his fingers inside her, so that he was pumping relentlessly just inside her small opening, right underneath her bladder and clit. It was a different but pleasurable sensation, and El started to feel a strange new pressure build inside her pussy. It almost felt like Mike was making her want to pee but El knew that somehow if she peed it'd feel so, so good, like cumming.

"M-Mike….what's happening…" El started to squirm. Her pussy lips were starting to twitch around his fingers, and she knew she was close. But close to what? "I-I can't hold it in, Mike…I think I'm gonna lose control of it, I wanna cum so bad but ah! Ah! Mike!" El tried to push his hand away, but Mike only responded by fingerfucking her more violently.

"Cum for me El, let it go, you're gonna squirt for me like a good girl," Mike growled, jamming his fingers in so hard El screamed. "Squirt, squirt, squirt!"

El was such a good girl that she actually squirted right on command, keening loudly as her pussy clenched and contracted uncontrollably, a stream of clear liquid spurting forcefully out of her cunt.

El was so lost in the moment that she hadn't noticed Mike pulling his fingers out of her and gripping his hard dick in his hands, right over her pussy, so that her juices squirted right onto his cock, drenching it completely and dripping down his ballsack. Then, he took his squirt-soaked cock and rammed into El's wet and willing pussy evenas it continued to clench and twitch from her powerful orgasm.

"Oh, fuck! M-Mike!" El had no choice but to take his cock. She looked down at where he was pounding into her, and it was drenched, right down to the sheets and mattress. Mike's cock was fucking her wetly, both of their pelvic areas soaking with El's squirt juices, and Mike didn't seem to care. In fact, he seemed to like what he'd just made her do, he liked it a lot.

"Yeah, fuck yeah…." he grunted in her ear as he pounded into her, "I just made you squirt, El. I forced you to squirt on my dick and now I'm fucking your squirt juices right back into your tight pussy."

"There was so much of it…." El whimpered. She could hear the wet slapping sounds they were making as Mike fucked her hard, the liquid splashing up against her stomach with the force of Mike's thrusts. "It's so messy…"

"Yeah, your cunt made such a dirty, dirty mess, squirting all of that pussy juice out. Who's my nasty little squirt slut?"

"M-me, Mike. I'm your nasty little squirt slut."

"That's right," Mike said, starting to jackhammer into her brutally, whispering crude things into her ear. The more violently he fucked her the closer El knew they were both getting to the edge. "Nasty little squirt slut, nasty little squirt slut, gonna fill you up with my cum….fuck, fuck, fuck!"

El's eyes rolled back as she started to cum again, just as she felt Mike spurting and pounding his cum inside her at the same time. He rammed against her sloppily once, twice, three more times before spending all of his cum inside her.

When Mike finally pulled out, his hips and pelvis were sticky and soaked, and El covered her face in her hands, so embarrassed.

"Oh my gosh….did I… pee?"

"No." Mike chuckled, "You didn't pee, El. You squirted."

"S-squirt?"

"Yeah, it's like, you know how when I cum that white stuff comes out? Well, when you came that first time, you squirted out your own cum. From your pussy."

El was still beet red. Mike pulled her hands away from her face and pecked her sweetly on the nose. He seemed to think her embarrassment was cute. "Hey, not all girls can do it. You should be proud. We should probably change these sheets though."

Mike pulled her out of bed and together they crumpled up her old sheets and got out new ones. Luckily the mattress hadn't been affected much at all, with only some shallow splatters here and there.

As they were unfolding the new sheets to fit over the mattress, El snuck a glance over at Mike. It had been on her mind since she woke up, and she couldn't help but ask. "So Mike….do you um… do you remember what you said last night?"

I love you, El.

He had been bent over tucking the sheets into the bottom corner but suddenly stiffened, not looking up at her. "No….no not really. I was pretty shitfaced. I probably said a lot of stupid shit, sorry."

El's heart sunk a little, but still, she tried again. "So you don't….you don't remember anything about it at all?"

"No. I don't." Mike said, finally glancing up at her. He looked annoyed. "Like I said, I was really shitfaced. I don't remember anything about last night, okay?"

"Um…yeah…okay." El felt stupid, so stupid. He had just been drunk, that was all. It hadn't meant anything.

"Anyway, I um, I have to get going," he said, hurriedly putting his clothes back on. "Told the guys we'd meet up for breakfast this morning. I'll see you later, El."

"Okay," El nodded, putting on a brave face. It was silly. It didn't change anything. "See you later, Mike."

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A/N: i tried to convey that mike is in denial when he's sober - he wants to think that he can still keep seeing other girls like before but they just don't do it for him anymore. he only wants el. so he got drunk and then his true self came out and he went to see her. but then in the morning he sobered up and pretended like he didn't remember telling her he loved her (he's lying, he remembers). he did NOT do it on purpose to hurt el - it's more that his feelings are scaring him and he wasn't ready to be real with her in that moment and he so he kind of froze her off in an immature way (cuz he's still like 17 in this fic, he's still maturing). as the fic develops their relationship more he will grow up and come to terms with his feelings...so don't worry.

finally, wanna say that i love how alot of you like this story so much you want me to update. i appreciate that that's coming from a good place. and 90% of you have been so kind, thoughtful and respectful and i love reading your comments when i upload a new chapter. but i can't believe some people have so little idea of basic politeness that they leave comments that say nothing about my work just literally "update faster" without even a please or thank you. i write this stuff for free, and i've uploaded both my fics for the first time about 3 weeks ago, and now have a total of 14 chapters, so that averages to about 1 upload every other day, which is ALOT, and i can't believe some people are demanding even faster updates. so unless you wanna pay me, don't make rude demands. my work is getting REALLY busy starting september, and i will tell you now, expect me to start uploading once every 2 or 3 weeks or even less at that point. and i'll upload when i upload. if you like the story and want to see more, great, the best way to motivate me is to leave a thoughtful review talking about your thoughts on the story and characters, or my wrting style or whatever. if you're just gonna leave me comments like "when are you gonna update" constantly - it annoys me and i purposefully update even slower. so think about your strategy. i'm not gonna be responding to messages anymore that are just asking purely about updates. i'm sorry for going off but apparently some people need reminding to not be rude. to 90% of you though - thank you for your consistently kind comments.