"Pete I don't want to be just another guy you fuck. I like you way more than that." Mike sits up and I pull myself up to look at him with him still straddling my lap.

"Hey." I run my hand through his hair and place it on his shoulder.

"I like you way more than that." I repeat back to him, he smiles and kisses me softly.

I hear my phone going off in my pants in the bathroom. Mike pulls away and shifts off of me so I can get up. I smoothly stride over to the bathroom and grab my phone from my pants pocket. Missed Call from Curly. I blink a couple times, what the fuck does this asshole want I already told him I would see him tomorrow. I lean against the doorframe and call him back. It rings three times before he answers.

"Hey Red what the fuck?" I snort, what a way to answer the phone.

"What the fuck to you Curly." I say back, checking out my now dry hair in the mirror as he speaks, it looks really good.

"Where did you go after school?" He asked in a serious tone. I'm bewildered by his concern.

"Why the fuck do you care?" I get a little defensive. Michael can be a real douche sometimes.

"Firkle said he saw you leave with that queer Vampir kid today is that true?"

"Again what the fuck do you care? You've never said anything before when I'd go home with guys what's different now?"

"I don't like it." Michael deadpanned.

"Too fucking bad. You know it started off as an assignment but just so you know I think he's actually pretty cool. Another thing, I don't . .Michael." I think I hear a growl and something break on the other line.

"...You still meeting up tomorrow?"

"Ya." With that he hangs up. I'm officially pissed off now. What the fuck, he never gets like this. I let out a deep sigh and stare at the blank black screen for a moment before putting it in the pocket of the grey sweatpants, it weighs them down a bit so it sags past my hip bone. I walk back into Mike's room and see him at his desk typing on the computer. There's a gaping feeling in my chest of misplaced guilt. Why do I care what Michael thinks so much. Mike turns his head to look at me and must see the sour expression on my face.

"Hey sorry I was just getting a headstart on this assign- What's wrong baby bat?" My cold demeanor melts down at his words. He turns around in his chair and looks at me straight on with a face of concern.

"Michael is a dick." To put it simply. But oh it goes way deeper than that.

"What did he say?" Mike asks curiously.

"I'm going to be completely honest with you Mike, if we're gonna do this I need to tell you the truth about Michael, he's a fucking douche bag." Mike laughs lightly.

"Yeah, you've cleared that. But specifically, what's going on between you two?" I sit down on his bed facing him and sigh.

"Well, we've been fucking around for years, it started off as me being obsessed with him but him cheating on me. A lot. Like a lot. So instead of being a pathetic mess over it, I slept around, a lot. Our dynamic now a days is pretty casual, we both do our own thing every once in a while we fuck. We usually keep pretty open communication about it though. Maybe I considered it cheating in the beginning because of how much it hurt he would still want other people. But he always told me. But now for the first time ever, he decides to have an interest in who I'm seeing. Bullfuckingshit Michael." I flip my hair and let out another deep sigh.

"Wow. That sounds kind of complicated, but just to clarify..He's acting this way because of me?" Mike asked curiously.

"Ya, I guess whatever. Look I'm gonna grab my stuff and head out. I know I said I would spend the night but I'll see you at some point tomorrow okay?"

"Yeah, of course." Mike said sadly. I get up smoothly from the bed and kiss him sweetly.

"Hey I really do like you, don't worry about Michael I'll deal with it." Mike smiles up at me.

"Okay." I walk away from him and grab my clothes from the bathroom stuffing them into my bookbag. I then slip on my purple boots and I see Mike standing at the doorframe of the bathroom with his arms crossed.

"I'm sorry you're going through this Red." I get up with my backpack over my shoulder and kiss Mike again.

"Thanks for dying my hair, I'll see you soon okay? I pull my phone out of my pocket and open new contact so he can type his number in. He punches his information in and speaks.

"I can drive you home if you want?" He hands me my phone back and I shake my head.

"Nah, I rather walk, It'll help me clear my head." I walk past Mike and with that I'm off and walking home in the dark at 11pm. My brain says go home but my feet walk me to Michael's house. I just can't fucking help myself. I've had anxiety since our phone call and I'm hoping that seeing him will help. My brain feels like it's self destructing on itself as my thoughts spiral from the moment I walk up to his front door and knock. A few moments go by and Michael opens the door glaring at me.

"Oh look who it is, come crawling back to me you fucking traitor." I roll my eyes and push past Michael letting myself in. He follows me as I walk into his room, he closes the door behind us. Michael pulls me and pushes me against his bedroom door with his arm pinning me against my neck. He grabs my chin and turns my head side to side and lets me go.

"So he hasn't turned you?" Michael says seriously. I scoff.

"Please tell me this is an elaborate fucking joke." Michael lets out a dark laugh.

"No, I'm really pissed."

"Well you have no right to be." I said back, scowling at Michael.

"I don't like it. I don't want to see it." Michael says putting his hands on my shoulders, gripping them firmly.

"That's not your choice." I said smacking his hands off of me. Michael gets pissed and starts to clench his jaw.

"I don't even know why I thought coming here would help." I go to open the door and Michael pushes it closed and pins me against it. He starts to bite down on my neck, he grazes his teeth down to the crevice of my neck and shoulder.

"Nnngh" He then slides his hand down my sweatpants stroking my dick. I start to melt into his touch. He sucks down on my neck and I started to lose touch with reality. Fuck this feels so good. Michael gets on his knees and pulls my pants down putting my dick in his mouth, he bobs his head up and down, lapping his tongue over the tip before deepthroating me hard and my mind goes blank as I run my hands through Michael's curly hair.

I start to think of Mike and about him doing this to me instead of Michael I start to thrust into Michael's mouth thinking about Mike's pretty little mouth on my dick instead and with that visual I come into Michael's mouth and he gulps it down. Fffuck. Did I really just let that happen. Michael looks up at me with a devilish smirk, he wipes his mouth on his sleeve and I pulled my pants back up. I'm at loss for words from what just happened. How could I be so weak. Why did I even come here. Michael gets back up and looks me in my eyes.

"In the end you'll always be mine and you'll always come crawling the fuck back. Don't forget where you fucking come from Pete." He opens the door behind me and pushes me out of his room.

"You're dismissed." I'm pretty fucking furious, mostly at myself but all I manage to let out is a-

"FUCK YOU MICHAEL." And with that I leave and now I walk home in the dark by myself at midnight and with a lot more guilt than I could ever imagine. I feel pretty fucking terrible.

I feel like I already fucked up with Mike and we didn't even get started yet. I feel a cold wet tear fall down my face, but then I feel a few more droplets come down and it starts pouring, not normal rain but freezing rain, it stings my whole body and soaks my entire outfit. I'm sopping wet by the time I make it back to my house. I walk in to my house and it's about 12:15 and I'm mentally breaking the fuck down, not to mention my edging closeness to hypothermia.

I peel off my wet clothes and put them in my hamper. I decide to take a warm shower, I walk into my bathroom naked and notice the tiny hickey left on my neck from Michael. I frown and rub it with my thumb wishing it would go away. I start to feel more tears roll down my face as I get into the shower, I let the hot water roll down my body and calm my nerves some.

I gotta tell Mike what happened. I'm not quite sure myself what the fuck just happened. I just feel dirty. I start to wash my body with old spice body wash not bothering to wash my hair again today, I let the blue suds rinse off my body and smell the strong lingering scent of the soap on myself. I exit the shower and dry off with a towel. I decide to call Mike, I can't wait. I go into my room with the towel around my waist and call Mike for the first time, it's now about 1am.

"H-hello?" I hear Mike sleepily answer from the other line. I start breaking down crying.

"Oh my god, baby bat shuuush. Calm down and tell me what happened." Mike says soothingly. I find myself laying on my back on my bed staring into the ceiling.

"I-I fucked up." I choke over my words.

"I-I'm sorry I shouldn't of called." I hang up before Mike could respond. My phone almost instantly starts ringing again after a little contemplation I pick it back up.

"Hello?"

"Hey what's your address I'm coming over."

"I don't think that's a good idea, I fucked up."

"Shhh, shhhh. Just send me your location, whatever it is, it's going to be fine. I promise." He said reassuringly. I go onto messenger and send him my location.

"I'll be there soon okay, just put on a warm jacket and go smoke a cigarette, I'll be there before you know it." I sniffle and comply, I really could use a cigarette right now. Ooo and some coffee. I throw on some warm clothes, walk downstairs to my kitchen and turn the light on.

I go over to my coffee machine and open the top of it taking out the old filter full of grinds and throw it into the trash. I put a fresh clean white filter in and scoop the grinds into it, closing the lid and starting it up. I walk through my kitchen out the front door and close it behind me. I take my pack of smokes out from my pocket and light one up, taking a long drag. It's not raining anymore but everything outside is all wet. I zone out looking at the puddles scattered throughout the quiet dimly lit street. I see Mike's jeep pull up into my driveway and instantly my nerves get to me as he exits his vehicle and closes his door. He walks up to me.

"Hey." He pulls me into a warm tight hug and runs his hands through my hair. I really don't deserve this right now. I politely pull away and take another drag of my cigarette.

"Mike." I deadpan. He looks at me seriously and waits for me to speak.

"I went to see Michael." I see his face drop but he continues to listen intently, I flick my cigarette into the yard.

"And well, it started off with him telling me that he didn't like seeing you and I together.." Mike nods and bites his lip waiting.

"And well it ended with him sucking my dick, I'm sorry." I look away not wanting to see the crushed look in Mike's eyes.

"Okay and?" I look back at him.

"And what?" He grabs my hand in his.

"Listen, it's okay. We're not like boyfriends or anything and I'm not asking you to change or uproot your life for me. You shouldn't have to feel bad. I know you have this complicated relationship with Michael, you were upfront about that from the beginning. I have no business holding that against you. All I can really ask is, are you still interested in me?" I gape at him.

"What? How are you not friggin freaking out right now?" I flip my hair. Mike shrugs and I keep rambling.

"I just wow." I smooth my hair back and grab both his hands in mine looking him in the eyes.

"Of course I'm still interested in you, I was so upset because I thought this would break what we started." Mike smiles warmly at me and kisses me on the cheek.

"Listen you can fuck other people if you really want, I'm okay with being polyamorous for you. I just want to be with you, whatever that entails." My heart melts at his words. I shake my head.

"Nonono I don't want that." I said quickly and he cocks his head to the side in question.

"That wasn't supposed to happen with Michael, I went over there to defend being with you and it turned into him being possessive and trying to claim me as his own. I definitely don't want that."

"What do you want Pete?"

"I want to figure out what the fuck is going on with Michael and I. But I still want you." I pull Mike back into a hug and just enjoy the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine. Mike rubs small circles in my back and I can feel myself relaxing to his touch.

"How about I spend the night?" Mike offers, I pull away from the hug and nod.

"Yeah, I would like that." I grab his hand and lead him inside, the smell of fresh coffee fills the air and I find myself gravitating right to the kitchen. Mike follows behind me and I pour out a cup of coffee into a mug.

"Do you want some?"

"Nah, I won't be able to sleep if I drink some now." He says honestly. I take a sip of the hot liquid and feel a tingle go up my spine as it heats my body up, I lean against the counter and stare at him. Mike walks up to me and looks at my neck where the little mark is and runs his thumb over it. It breaks my heart seeing this.

"You could do better than that." I said suddenly, then I get an idea.

"Suck my neck." Mike blinks a few times and looks into my eyes.

"Y-you sure?" Mike says running his hands down my sides. I put my mug down on the counter next to me and move my chin up giving Mike access.

"Yeah, it'll piss Michael off, do it...Well if it's cool with you?" Mike smiles and starts to sweetly kiss my neck. I lightly rub circles into his hip bones as he grazes his teeth over the spot and bites down sucking it.

"Fffuck Mike." He licks and bites and sucks and I feel myself getting really tight, so I put some pressure on his hip bones and he moans onto my neck.

"M-more." I said needily. I can tell Mike is really into this he moves onto the other side of my neck and starts sucking, picking different little spots to mark, I start to palm his dick through his pants feeling it tighten in my grip.

"Mmmphh, R-red." He pulls back with a pop and kisses me deeply. I start to unzip his pants he bats my hand away.

"Let's go to your room." He says half lidded giving me a seductive look that gives me chills. Fuck he's so hot.

"O-okay." I lead him upstairs to my room and start to strip my clothes off, I kick my boots off and pull my shirt over my head. Mike pushes me onto the bed and takes his shirt off as well. I finally get to see his scattered sleeves of tattoos on his arms, no chest tatts or anything but damn he looks good with his shirt off. I lay with my head against a pillow, I still have boxers and pants on and so does Mike. He straddles my lap on top of me and runs his hand down my chest.

He starts to suck and bite down on my collarbone leaving a little mark there. He rolls his hips against mine and I grab a hold of his hips pulling him off of me and onto his side. I start to pull his pants down and he takes them off the rest of the way. He tugs on mine and I scoot out of them, he then yawns and I look at the time it's 2:30am.

"Want to finish this later?" I offer. He yawns again and nods.

"Yeahh." I pull the blanket over us and hold him into my chest. He starts to lull off into sleep and so do I. I kiss his forehead and drift off.