Hey everyone! It's been about a week since my last update, so I stayed up late to finish this one. My sleep schedule is fucked anyways, so it was no skin off my teeth, haha. Enjoy, guys :)

Hypersushi: Thanks! Hope you like this one, too!

Luna0603: They are! I really enjoyed writing the Supercom call, glad you enjoyed reading it. You'll like this chapter, I bet :) Hope you're staying safe from Corona.

Guest: I forgot to include that part, lmao... not to worry, I'll work it in somewhere into the plot. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Shrike176: Ah, thank you for that :) i'm happy that this fic is helping some of you get through the 1 year+ long break in between seasons. I still plan to keep this fic going for a long time. Glad you liked the Max and El conversation. Some of your thoughts will be addressed in this chapter!

"Alright, everyone! Line up for the Beep Test!"

A series of moans and disappointed vocalizations washed through the gymnasium all at once. The gym teacher scoffed in response. "Come on, guys. This is how fitness testing works! Welcome to high school, this isn't some pussy shit!"

Mike bit back a laugh. As much as he hated the class, he found it awfully amusing to hear a teacher cuss the way Mr. Jansen did. After his first week of high school, the main difference that he had observed was the acute lack of… "babying," is what he would call it, for lack of a better term. The teachers in Hawkins Middle were all so friendly and coddling to all the students. Here, it was like being thrown into the deep end. Things were faster paced, the stakes were higher… everything seemed to be raised.

To a smart kid like Mike, that was nothing to be upset about. One thing that him and the Party had in common was that they always seemed to be light-years ahead of the rest of the class in everything back in middle school. In their current environment, he felt like he actually belonged here. Maybe he could actually be challenged and learn things that he always wanted to learn, instead of worrying about the dumb kids holding the rest of the class back.

That being said, no teacher could hold really hold a candle to Mr. Jansen. He had heard rumors of certain teachers being known for swearing in classes, which he guessed was more acceptable in this new, more mature environment. It was his best guess that no one had reported Mr. Jansen because they were afraid of what he would do to them if he found out.

Mike chuckled to himself and placed his right foot on the starting line, and silently hoped to himself that he wouldn't embarrass himself too much. The good thing about his gym class was that it seemed to be a pretty even mix between kids like himself (who weren't very athletic) and kids more like Troy, who were obviously more of the gym-type and less of the academics-type. That at least meant that he didn't stick out like a sore thumb. But he knew that for Troy, he would always have a permanent target on his back that he wouldn't be able to get rid of.

"Okay, go!" Mr. Jansen yelled, at the automated beep from the radio resounded through the echoey room. Mike took off and started at a slow pace, trying not to gas himself out too early in the test.

The way the test worked was simple; you would run ten lengths of the gym and get to each end before the beep, and you would do that ten times before the intervals between the beeps got shorter. And you would just continue until you couldn't go any longer. The average level for Mike's age group was actually pretty low. If he was able to get to that point, he'd be happy with himself.

The first four rounds he completed with relative ease. He was actually pleasantly surprised with himself; it wasn't like he regularly jogged, so he didn't really have a benchmark for himself. Maybe he had improved since middle school. He had grown a lot taller, and gained a lot of weight but hadn't really gotten chubbier.

Maybe he had just gained some muscle?

Round five passed, and Mike was still going strong. Round six came and when it ended, his heart swelled with pride. A third of the class had already dropped out and were panting, and he was still doing okay. He was definitely breathing a lot harder than he had been at the beginning, and his feet were starting to get a little sorer with each step he took, but he was determined to hold on for as losing as he could so he could shove it in Troy's face. He didn't want him to have any ammunition against him to berate him in the changeroom with.

It came to his realization that two of Troy's goons had dropped from the test; the really skinny and the larger kid were both sitting at the side, glaring at him. He couldn't help but smirking to himself when he noticed.

By the time round seven finished, he was gasping for air and his lungs were burning so he had to drop. To his shock, he had made tenth place in his heat of thirty-seven boys. He placed his hands on his hips and let out a breath of relief and pride.

He spent the rest of the class sitting on the sidelines waiting for the class to go (there were still two other heats to race). In the last heat, Troy got a score of ten in the last heat, which Mike wasn't really surprised about. At least he wasn't too far off from what he had gotten. He saw Troy flash him a scowl when the test ended, as if to boast the fact that he had gotten a better score. His response was a glare in his direction.

When the final bell rang, all the boys congregated in the changeroom to get undressed. As he had done for the whole week, Mike didn't make any move to talk to Troy; even though he had handled their last encounter well, he still preferred to have as little interaction as possible with him.

Unfortunately, it was hard to ignore someone when they spoke directly to you. "Wheeler," he spat out, standing in the center of the changeroom.

Mike turned around, just as he finished tightening the belt on his jeans. He was still naked from the waist up, and looking at Troy's muscled chest made him feel skinny and weak again. "What?" he asked, his voice dripped with distaste.

"You were looking kinda out of breath back there," he jibed. "Maybe you should go run with the girls?"

Mike exhaled. "I don't understand your beef with girls, Troy," he said, his hand stroking his chin, in mock-thought. "Oh, could it be because one broke your fucking arm in grade seven?"

Troy closed the gap in between them and pushed Mike against the locker, pinning him there by his shoulders. "I don't get what that has to do with being able to run like a man," he spat in his face.

"Your stupid friends dropped out two rounds before I did," Mike shot back. "Maybe talk to them if you wanna talk about running like a girl."

"Fair point," he said smugly, finally loosening his hold on him, taking a small step back. He gestured to them. "The only difference is, my friends aren't faggots, like you."

Mike heard the door close and he looked behind him just in time to see the last person leave the changeroom, leaving just him and Troy and his three friends. His heartbeat started to speed up. He pulled his shirt over his head and walked toward the door. Placing his hand on the handle, he looked over his shoulder.

"I'd love to stay and talk with you dipshits," he scowled, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. "But I've got to go." He closed the door and walked out.

James strode to the door, his blood pounding in his ears. "That little shit-" An arm shot out from beside him pressed against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. James looked beside him and saw that the arm was Troy's, of all people. "What the fuck are you doing, man? We have to straighten him the fuck out!"

"No," Troy muttered quietly. "Not yet."

"Why the fuck not?" he steamed. "He can't just talk shit like that!"

"Remember the last time we crossed him, in grade seven?" he said angrily, through clenched teeth. "My arm was in a cast for ages."

"Wait," Ron said, looking at Troy in incredulity. "He was serious?"

"Yeah," Troy snapped bitterly. Daniel and Ron looked at each other, looking unsure.

"Troy, are you-" Before Ron Daniel could finish his sentence, his collar was being yanked and he was face to face with Troy. Spittle was collecting in the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were flaming with rage.

"Look, shithead," he growled. "I know you want to beat the shit out of that twerp as much as I want. But he's friends with this psycho bitch who fucking broke my arm with her… her goddam mind or some shit."

"Troy, are you crazy?" Ron questioned. "Quit talking out of your ass."

"He's not," James said. "I was there when it fucking happened."

The other two boys feel quiet. Troy sighed and let go of Daniel's shirt. "Look," he whispered. "Until we know that whore is gone, then I'm not laying a finger on him, 'cause she could have snapped my neck just as easily as she did my arm all that time ago. When we know she's gone, then we can handle him. But not yet. You dickheads understand that?"

Troy looked around at his friends, but Daniel and Ron were still looking at him like he had two heads. He had had enough. "Is there something you fucks want to say to me?" he yelled at them.

They stepped backward, startled by his shift in demeanor. "N-no, man, we're just, uh… are you sure, man?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" he roared. "I know what happened that day, okay? My arm got busted the fuck up and the bone was almost poking out of my goddam skin."

Their faces all contorted in disgust. "Look," Troy said quietly, returning back to his hushed tone. "At the end of the day, I don't give a shit if you guys believe me or not. But we all want to crunch Mike and his faggot friends, and I'm telling you that if you want to that, we have to wait. Are you with me or not?"

Ron and Daniel looked at one another. "Y-yeah, we're with you."

"Good."

Mike got home and let his schoolbag slump off his shoulder and hit the floor of his room. He flopped onto his bed and didn't even bother taking off his school clothes, despite how much his mom badgered him about not getting the sheets dirty. Thank God it was the weekend.

From the academic aspect of things, he was doing fine. Currently, schoolwork was not stressing him at all. There was definitely more homework to handle, more than middle school, but nothing that he couldn't handle. It was more so the social side of things that made him anxious. He was thankful that at lunch he had the Party to hang out with. Troy had yet to approach them during the break, so that was a good side. But walking into gym class every day was enough stress to compensate for the lack of it during the rest of the day.

He was just waiting for the day when he was going to get punched right in the stomach in front of everyone in the class, and not being able to do anything about it because of how much stronger Troy was than him. Rolling over on his bed, he became aware of how uncomfortable his jeans were.

After sliding out of his clothes, he went to his bedroom mirror and looked at himself. He stared at his bony frame and sighed. Mike never considered himself to be ashamed of his body, but now that he had spent the last week surrounded by kids who were so big (and some of the seniors looked like straight-up men), it had made him feel so small and weak. And even some of the freshmen in his classes looked pretty strong. Meanwhile, he looked like a pasty pile of sticks. It made him upset, because he never really felt that way up until now. If Troy ever decided to kick him for shits, he would probably be powerless.

"Maybe I should start working out or something," he muttered to himself, throwing on a baggy Star Wars hoodie and sweatpants.

He pondered the concept of working out and tried to imagine himself lifting dumbbells in his basement or something and shook his head. If he was honest with himself, it sounded like hell. But it probably wouldn't harm if he got more exercise. He had enjoyed himself when he was running today in gym class; maybe he could go out jog every so often. The cardio would do him good.

The thought of having a more toned body for El entered his mind. He imagined her on top of him, kissing him, her hands tracing loving lines over his muscled chest and his heart started to thud faster. Maybe one or two of the Party members would be interested in doing some stuff along the lines of personal fitness.

He unpacked his bag and remembered that he had a bit of homework to take care of. He'd think about when his responsibilities were taken care of.

"So, how was your first week of high school, baby?" Will looked up from his plate of chicken and rice. His Mom was staring at him, a curious smile on her face.

"It was good," he replied honestly. "I'm really enjoying my art class. My teacher, Mr. Gatelli seems really talented at what he does. And everyone else in the class actually likes art, so I don't feel like I stick out or anything like that."

"That's good. What about your other classes?"

Will nodded. "They're going good. I already told you that Mike is in my math class, so that's good."

"What's your timetable, again, sweetie? I keep forgetting,"

Will put down his fork and thought for a second. It wasn't hard remembering where to go in school, but with only one week under his belt, he still found it hard to recite his schedule in order in person. "Math, geography, science, and art."

She nodded her head. "Right," she said. "It'll take me a while for me to get that stuck in my head. Your mom is getting old," she laughed.

Will smiled. "That's okay," he chuckled.

El, who had been listening to this conversation, smiled to herself. She had been aware of the fact that the upcoming move had been a huge source of stress within the household, and had been quite a strain on the family dynamic of things. But within the last few weeks, it had seemed as though perhaps Will and Jonathan had come to terms with it.

She remembered that back when she had first been told about the move, and even before that, she had noticed that things were uneasy between Will and Jonathan and Joyce. Things were finally repaired.

After finishing her plate, she thanked Joyce for the meal and rinsed her plate off in the

sink before putting it in the dishwasher. She still had some responsibilities to take care of before her day was over, so she figured that she would take care of that before setting down for the evening.

Joyce had set aside some work for her to do; she had been spending the last week teaching herself the standard grade eight geography curriculum, which was simple enough; it was mostly just learning which states were which and what the capital of each state was. It was just memorization, basically, which was something that she found herself to be quite good at.

As soon as she sent down at her bedroom desk the Supercom under her bed crackled to life and a voice came through. "El, are you there? It's Mike."

El's heart fluttered and she jumped out of her chair to grab the device. "Hi," she said happily once she had picked it up. "I'm here, Mike."

"How was your day?" he asked.

El lay on her bed and idly fiddled with her hair (something that she often did when she

spoke with Mike). "Okay. It gets kind of lonely here though, sometimes, with Will at school and Jonathan and Joyce at work. I'm here all by myself a lot." She didn't mean to make the sentence sound so flirty, but half through speaking it occurred to her that if Mike ever skipped class and came over, they could have hours to themselves.

"You're all by yourself? The whole day?" he questioned.

"Yeah," she murmured softly. "Sometimes I wish that you were able to just come over and not go to school…" El knew that she was teasing him, and it was sort of driving him crazy if he was honest.

"Maybe I can skip one day," Mike suggested, his tone lascivious.

"I wish I was with you," El whispered. "I want to kiss you. Badly."

Mike hummed. "Me too," he replied. "How about I finish up all my homework tonight, and then tomorrow we can hang out? Just the two of us."

El sighed happily. "I'd like that. I just have to ask Joyce," she answered. "I'll let you know tomorrow. I have some work to do on geography and stuff."

"Okay. Let me know tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay. Goodnight, Mike."

"'Night, El."

It was only a little bit after ten o'clock in the morning that Mike awoke to the sound of El excitedly speaking through the Supercom on his bedside table. "Mike, are you awake? Mike, come in."

Mike threw the sheets of his body urgently and his hand flew to the device beside him. "El, I'm awake. What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," she giggled. "I talked to Joyce. She said you're able to come over if you want. Are you able to?"

Mike was already stripping off his pajamas to shower. "Yeah, of course I can," he answered. "I just gotta shower and eat breakfast and stuff. I can be there in an hour, is that okay?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'll be ready. Over and out."

"Over and out." El flicked off the Supercom in her hand and looked around her room, and instantly felt herself becoming more nervous. This was going to be the first time that she and Mike would be hanging out together since her talk with Max. And part of her felt obliged to put some of her newfound knowledge to good use. But of course, she was nervous as all hell. What if she went to do something and just ended up making Mike feel uncomfortable? She knew that Max told her that he probably wouldn't feel that way, but she still didn't want to make any stupid decisions.

She looked at herself in the mirror and decided that it wouldn't hurt to maybe look a little bit nicer. Joyce had recently bought her a small makeup set and had shown her how to do a couple of things with it (she had never known before; it wasn't like Hopper was going to teach her). It wouldn't hurt to maybe apply some lip gloss and lipstick, right? Maybe rub a brush through her hair, too?

After fixing herself a proper breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast (Hopper had taught her how to prepare eggs in a lot of different ways to prepare eggs), she made a pit stop at the bathroom to make herself look a little bit more… what would she describe it as?

Sexy?

EL smiled at herself. She had chosen to call Mike at ten o'clock in the morning on purpose; she had actually lied to him when she told him that Joyce said okay to the visit. In truth, she was told by her to wait until she got home from her morning errands, but she really wanted to have just an hour to herself with just Mike.

Which was good, because then she wouldn't have to get hounded by anyone (except for maybe Will) as to why she had dressed herself up a little bit. She had also thrown on a shirt that she had picked up at Starcourt according to Max's advice which showed a little bit more skin than average in the belly area. At the time, she had never really understood why Max had been so persistent about getting it; she had merely said, "come on, El! You'd look so hot!"

Now she knew what she meant.

Will was still in his bedroom, and El didn't really feel like answering any pesky questions from her adoptive brother, so she locked herself in her bedroom and occupied herself with her book, Little House on the Prairie. It was a book that Joyce had recommended to her for improving her literacy skills.

She glanced at the clock. Fifteen more minutes.

Mike knocked on the door of the Byers home. He glanced around, confused as to why Joyce's car wasn't parked in the driveway. El had told him that Joyce had allowed him to come over, but usually, she was around. And he wasn't sure how comfortable she was with him and El being in the whole house with no adults.

He knew that Hopper wouldn't be caught dead letting that happen, but in the past, Joyce had proven herself to be a little bit more relaxed when it came to this stuff. Either way, it meant he'd get some alone time with the most beautiful girl in the world, so he wasn't complaining.

As soon as he knocked on the door, he heard from the house El call "I'll get it!" followed by Will saying "okay," and then the door was opened and she was standing right there.

And she looked stunning.

It wasn't like she incredibly dressed up like some model or something; nothing about her appearance seemed over the top to him, but it was obvious that she had wanted to look good for him. She was wearing a pair of jeans that was just a tiny bit tighter than pairs he had seen her wearing in the past, and he noticed how it accentuated her legs in a way that made him want to melt.

The shirt she was wearing, which he was willing to bet was purchased at Starcourt in the beginning of summer, was a little bit more revealing than her others; it was exposing a sliver of skin between the waist of her pants and the hem of her shirt, and that was the place that his eyes advertently fell on when she first opened the door, if he was being one-hundred percent truthful.

But her face was something else entirely. It looked kind of similar to the look she had had back at Starcourt when he had spent that entire afternoon searching for an apology gift. He remembered seeing her and Max come out of the mall when him and Lucas and Will were still at the bike racks, and then seeing her hair. Though he had never said it in the moment because he didn't want to give Max any satisfaction, her had fucking loved the way her hair looked.

And right now, it was looking kind of similar to that, and he felt as if he was going to start drooling for a moment. He could tell that she had applied a layer of lipstick on, and perhaps lip gloss, too; it was nothing over the top, but it made him want to kiss her even more.

"El, you look…" he trailed off. "You look so beautiful."

Thank God. El had been a little bit more nervous than she would have cared to admit

when she had opened the door, but clearly the extra effort she had put into her appearance had caused the desired effect. "Thank you," she said, smiling wide. She stepped backward to give him room to step into the house.

He kicked off his shoes and closed the door behind him. "Where's Joyce?" he asked.

"She's doing some grocery shopping," she answered. "She'll be back in an hour, I think."

"She was okay with me coming over when she wasn't around?" he questioned quizzically.

Well, she would have to tell him at some point. "Um," she began. "She did say it was

okay for you to come. But she wanted me to wait until she was home. I didn't."

Mike looked at her, a smirk toying at his mouth. "Really?" he asked, his tone playful.

"Mm-hm," she replied, playing along with him, getting a little bit closer. They were still in the living room, but she really didn't care. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down to her, but still had to get up on her toes to kiss him.

El hadn't kissed him in days and doing it now was like medicine. She allowed the intensity to build for a couple of moments before letting go and taking him by the hand. "Do you want to go to my room?"

"Yes," he replied quickly.

Without words, El led him to her bedroom and then closed the door. Before she could even do anything, Will's voice was calling from his room. "Mike, is that you?"

"Yeah," he called back. "What's up?"

"Nothing much. Don't be too loud, okay?" he teased.

Mike turned red. "Okay." He looked back at El. "Did he know I was coming?" he asked.

"Yes, but not at this time. He won't tell Joyce," she replied. "Stop talking so much," he whispered quietly, and reached up to kiss him again. It was gentle and calm and loving. Mike brought his hand and tangled into El's wavy hair and ran his fingers through it. It felt wonderful in between his fingers.

"I love your hair," he said softly against her lips, before kissing them again.

"I wanted to look nice for you," she replied equally as quiet.

"Well, you do," he said, gently pushing her backward toward the bed in the center of the room. "You always look so fucking hot." El felt chills when she heard him say that. He had practically growled at her, and she could feel anticipation and hunger building inside her already. Her calves connected with the bed frame and she lay back slowly, still being supported by Mike's arms around her shoulders. He crawled on top of her and continued to kiss her, and took position in such a way that their hips aligned.

El was aware of this, and she spread her legs apart a little bit farther to allow Mike to get even closer to her. He had dressed casually, so he was only wearing sweatpants. She could feel his dick spearing into her through her thin pair of jeans, and she moaned in response. She bucked her hips upward to meet his manhood. The sensation of him rubbing over her clit, even through over four layers of clothing, the sensation of it was too much for her to stay quiet. Letting go of the heating kiss they were sharing, she threw her head back and groaned out loud.

"Mike, harder," she whispered, her voice desperate. "Please."

Mike was too in-the-moment to question anything that she was saying. The sound of El begging him to go "harder" was too much for him to think straight. He took advantage of the fact that her neck was now exposed and attacked it with lust. He spared no effort, and did what he could only describe as ravishing. It started on the front of her neck, right on her throat. He sucked the skin hard. But he knew that he couldn't afford to leave a hickey right there, so after a couple moments, he moved to the side of her neck just below her ear and began suckling it, alternating between strokes of his tongue and kisses.

"Fuck, Mike," she moaned. Damn. Hearing her curse like that was so sexy. His dick might have just gotten harder, if that was possible.

Mike dragged his fingers across the stripe of skin between her shirt and jeans, and tugged the clothing upward to reveal more of her stomach. He paused his work on her neck to move down to just above her belly button and continued doing the same thing.

El gasped; Mike had never gone below her tits before, and the sensation of his mouth being on her stomach. It made her wonder what it would be like for his mouth to be right on her vagina, but she shoved that thought aside for the moment. She wasn't going to push Mike into anything without him doing it first.

Mike eased his way up her torse, slowly pulling her shirt up until he reached her bra. It wasn't anything extravagant; El didn't have any fancy undergarments, though she was aware they existed. Perhaps she would think about getting some nicer things later down the road, for when her and Mike got even more physical. She always wanted to make sure she looked the best for her boyfriend. However, actually getting some would probably be a mission to go on with Max someday.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Mike pulled her bra up and latched onto her right nipple, and she hissed out loud. She quickly rolled up on one of her shoulders and undid the latch on her back and tossed the article aside, letting it fall unceremoniously on the floor by her bed. One of her hands kneaded his hair while the other reached over his back and started to pull his shirt upward. He sat up to allow it to come off fully, and then they were both shirtless and back to making out again.

El pulled him up to her face away from her tits and kissed him hard on the mouth,

promptly shoving her tongue in between his lips where it was welcomed eagerly by Mike's. After a couple moments, without breaking contact, she pushed him upward gently by his shoulders and allowed herself to get on top of him. She straddled him at the hips, and reciprocated the earlier actions of Mike by sucking on the side of his neck, but made sure to switch locations frequently to avoid any unwanted 'gifts.'

Her heart started to pound in her chest as she realized what might be coming next. The whole reason (well, maybe not the whole reason) for her inviting Mike over and having him in the house when Joyce was gone, was to try to advance the physical side of their relationship in the way that her and Max had talked about. Just let it be natural.

She traced a delicate line from his neck to his chest with her lips, still kissing and sucking and licking. When she got to the midpoint of his torso, she dipped her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and started to slide them down.

Mike's hands shot out and grabbed the hand that was at his pants. "Whoa, wait," he whispered. "El, are you… do you… are you sure about-"

He was interrupted by El kissing him once again. "Shh," she shushed. "I know what I'm doing. I'm sure."

Mike opened his mouth to protest, but El cut him off. "Do you want this?" she asked, feeling impatient. She had built this moment up and didn't want to be taken out of the moment.

He hesitated. "Well, um… if you're okay with it, then yeah, I… yeah."

"Okay," she answered, and reached across the bed to her night table and clicked the lamp off. The curtains were already drawn, so now the room was dark. "Just relax," she instructed.

Mike's heart was pounding. This was the last thing he had been expecting to happen when he came here in the first place, but he wasn't going to complain. Although, he had a feeling about what Max and El had talked about during that one afternoon when they had hung out. He didn't want to look down because he didn't want to make El feel uncomfortable, but as she moved his pants further down his legs, he was finding it harder and harder to resist the urge. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that he hadn't done anything to prepare; he hadn't cut his pubes or anything, and if he had known she was going to have her face in his groin he would have put on some kind of cologne, or something beyond just a regular shower. Well, it's not like it's a jungle down there.

El held her breath as she pulled off the final layer of clothing; even before taking off his pants, she had noticed that huge tent in his pants that his penis had been creating. When it came off, his dick sprang back once it had been released by his boxers and she looked at it.

It wasn't quite what she had been expecting, but if she was honest, she didn't really know what she had been expecting. She wrapped her fingers around the base of it and Mike grunted. "Mike? Are you-"

"I'm fine," he croaked. "It just- feels really good, El. Keep going, please," he asked, nearly a beg. El smiled, happy that she was having the desired outcome. She shifted her body lower down so she was right in between his spread legs.

The wheels in El's brain were turning furiously, trying to figure out what she should do first. She recalled Max telling her that a mix of licking, kissing and sucking was the best thing to go with, rather than focusing on one above the others. She gazed up at Mike's face and saw that his eyes were angled at the ceiling and squeezed shut.

Taking a nervous (but somehow at the same time excited) breath, she leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of his dick, to which Mike replied with a groan. It appeared as though she'd be able to evaluate how he felt based on the sounds he was making. She pumped him a couple more times before lifting his dick up and licking along the underside of it, making sure to take as much agonizing time as possible. There wasn't any harm in teasing him a little, right?

"Fuck, El," he moaned. "Fuck…" After a few more purposefully long licks from bottom to top and to bottom, she took him into her mouth, about an inch of the way. She estimated that his dick was between six and seven inches, which made her think about what sex would be like, but that would be a bridge to cross later.

She bobbed lower, taking in more this time. "Oh, my god, El," he groaned. He was in complete ecstasy. This was easily the best thing he had ever experienced in his life; it would be the first thing he would think of in the future whenever he jerked off in the future. He thanked God that he jerked off already yesterday, because if he hadn't, he was positive that he already would have finished. The feeling of the most gorgeous girl in the world having her lips sealed around his cock was like a drug.

El breathed through her nose, continuing to bob up and down on his dick with her mouth, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around it. It was an odd sensation, to have something so big in her mouth that wasn't food. But the sounds coming from Mike was enough to make her completely forget about the soreness in her jaw that was slowly building up.

Mike chanced a look downward, and for a moment, gazed at El. Her left hand was resting on his thigh, and her right hand was tightly wrapped around the base of his dick. She was still moving her head up and down rhythmically, and her hand followed her mouth too, like she was jerking him off and sucking him off at the same time. Out of instinct, he reached down and rested one of his hands on the back of her head, guiding her movements, but never forcing them.

The feeling of Mike's hand on the back of her head made El feel even more appreciated. The vocalizations coming from him spurred her onward. His breathing grew shallow. "El, I'm almost there," he whispered, weaving his fingers further into her hair.

He was going to finish? What did that- oh. It occurred to her that she probably should have asked Max about that when they were hanging out the other day.

She increased her speed, and it sounded like Mike was about to explode. "Ah- fuck- El, shit, I'm gonna-"

El quickly removed her mouth and pumped him faster, her grip lose enough to let her hand glide over it, but tight enough to provide just the right amount of pressure. In the nick of time after she came up, jets of semen shot from his dick and fell on her hand and his pelvis. A few more jets shot out before his breathing finally normalized. He let out a final exhale and looked at her awkwardly.

"Do you, um… have any tissues in here?" he asked.

Oh," she replied, suddenly feeling bad for the fact that she had left a mess all over him. "Yeah, right here," she said, and reached to the bedside table and handed Mike a box of Kleenex. He wiped up his stomach and El wiped her hand off, looking at him expectantly.

Once Mike had finished cleaning himself up, he looked at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes. "El, that was… that was the greatest thing ever. I-I don't even know what to say."

El felt a burst of relief and happiness and gratitude. After everything Mike had done for her, she was finally able to repay him. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy doing it. "Good," she replied, smiling widely.

Mike's expression changed. "Lie down," he instructed.

She did. "What do you want to do?" she asked.

"I'm gonna thank you," he replied in a dominant tone, moving his hands toward her pants.

"Wait," she said suddenly, pulling away from him suddenly.

Mike looked concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking sort of hurt.

"Joyce is going to be home soon," she answered, sadly. "You aren't supposed to be here, I… I don't want you getting in trouble."

"It'll be quick, El, please-"

"No," she interrupted firmly. She took his hand in hers. "I want it, but… I don't want anything to happen. We'll have more chances, right?"

Mike looked at the window. "Are you sure she's gonna be home soon? Like, sure, sure?"

She nodded. "It's okay. You've already done so much for me, I just wanted to do something for you for once. Another time."

Mike looked at her. "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Alright, guys! That's chapter 34! I'll see you guys soon, and as always be sure to leave a review! i'll answer all of them :D