-5-
He had fucked up. He had fucked up big time and he knew it well. Sitting in his apartment, the young Mihael Keehl groaned angrily, looking down on the mess of papers that lie scattered around his bed. He hadn't attended classes for some time, and instead was in the process of taking matters into his own more capable hands.
He didn't need classes to gain knowledge: Hell, he would show up the last day of class with a huge dissertation, and show everyone that he didn't need them- he didn't need Mail, after what he had done to him.
It had ended up like all his other relationships; the other showed interest, he would make the move, and then: oops. They forgot it was wrong to be a homo, and they couldn't let anyone find out that they had interest in a guy. So there he was, behind bars, being blamed for a rape that was anything but.
Why had it turned out like this, he asked himself. Why was he such a God damned idiot? Who was he kidding, Mail wasn't like him. Fuck, it seemed no one was like him: sure of who they were but unsure as to what to do with that.
Mihael slammed his head back on the wall behind his bed, mumbling something in complaint, but doing nothing to stop the pain. The rain outside continued, and it had turned into a downpour very quickly. Days like this didn't help with his outlook: He was tired. He didn't plan on seeing Mail again, nor did he particuarly want to.
So when Mail came bursting in, Mihael was quite surprised.
"Mihael!"
The blonde looked up, his eyes huge, watching as Mail took a step into his apartment, as if in slow motion he watched as he leaned down, and found lips upon his. Water dripped from Mail's stark red hair onto his skin, yet that didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around Mail's neck, deepening the kiss as well as he could.
When Mail pulled back, the blonde was quite surprised to see tears sparkling in his green eyes.
"Mihael I-I'm sorry...I...I was confused and...It wasn't right what I did and...and..."
Mihael smiled. Tears finally spilled over and Mihael was smiling, wiping the tears away from his cheeks.
"Don't be. I should have expected something like that," he shrugged, kissing Mail's cheek softly, "Besides, it's not like I wasn't used to that."
"B-But your report I just-I...I'm sorry..." Tears seemed to be unstopable, and the red head's knees shook as he began to get more and more sorrowful.
"Not like I can't rewrite it," Mihael smiled softly, and took Mail's quivering hand in his, pulling him down next to him on the bed. Mail fell with ease, and was quick to get the bed completely soaked with his drenched clothes.
He rolled his eyes, his chest heaving as he released a sigh, and he turned to the red head. "Mail, I really wish you weren't soaked like that," he began to take off the jacket, and Mail made no movement whatsoever, but kept staring into space, sniffling slightly, "You're going to ruin what furniture I do have,"
That seemed to be the limit for him, and at hearing he had messed something else up, Mail's tears came back ten-fold. He crumpled up in a ball, his head falling on the other's lap, his hands clenched on the sheets.
"Mi-Mihael I-" his voice cracked as he attempted to make some sensible words come from his mouth, "I can-can't take it...It's t-too...god damn stressful a-and...school a-and...you and..."
Mihael breathed slowly, his soft hand brushing through Mail's red hair. "Calm down," he whispered, trying to remain still logical, "It's alright,"
"L-Like fuck it is!" Mail whipped his head up, tears running down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor. He looked inbetween an expression of complete despise and of complete sorrow, and it mixed between the two. "I come to the conclusion that maybe I'm attracted to men, I fuck my midterm, and I'm fucking crying my eyes out, and everything's alright?"
"Yeah, I am," Mihael was calm, and he broke his gaze from Mail, to the window, where lightning struck nearby.
"God dammit..." Mail forcefully wiped his tears away, resting his head on Mihael's shoulder, shutting his eyes as he finally calmed himself down.
After a minute, with the sniffles of Mail died down and the rain hammered harder on the roof, Mihael finally spoke, "Calmed?"
"I suppose," Mail sighed, snaking his arm around Mihael's.
"So...you..." Mihael brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, and looked down at the pale faced man next to him, "You're willing to call yourself...well..."
"You're the one who said I should be sure of who I am," Mail began, talking slower than usual, "No better way to do that than call myself a homo."
Mihael laughed lightly, leaning down to place a kiss on Mail's head, "You have a point,"
"So Mihael..." Mail began, scooting just an inch closer to him, "Does it hurt?"
"Hm?"
"Er..." A blush appeared on his face lush and dark, and he looked the other way, "Well-if I've um...heard correctly...to have well...sex you...um..."
It took a moment, but at seeing his embarrased expression, Mihael chuckled, unlatching their arms. "Not too bad. If you do it right,"
He brought their lips together, one hand latching onto Mail's, their fingers intertwining. Backing away, Mail's face was still the same bright red color, and Mihael couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He was just too cute.
"Am I um...correct in guessing you know how to do it right then?"
Instead of giving a verbal response, Mihael smirked, pushing Mail down on the bed. He stradled him, staring down at the willing man underneath him. They kissed, and Mihael could feel, as his hands made their way down his lanky body, Mail's heart was pounding in his chest. Even more than that first night, and probably for good reason. He had been scared out of his mind that first time too.
Mail was shocked with his own actions as he undid every button on Mihael's shirt, revealing his smooth, flawless body. He shivered, leaning up to kiss from his neck to his upper chest. The very action of having something like that done to Mihael, no matter how small, made it immediatley obvious how much he cared for the man, in just the short time he had known him.
Every action of Mihael's was swift and knowledgeable; he found those places on Mail's body easily that caused the best reaction as he undressed him. Yet Mail's were more like a child in a candystore: he was more or less amazed at the very acts he was doing, and amazed at how the form of another man's body could cause him to feel this way.
"A-Ah-" Mail gasped out a small moan, finding his trousers down to his knees. His heart pound harder and harder in his chest.
"Mail-Mail relax..." His thumb and index finger rub gently at the tip of Mail's erection, and he leaned up, placing a small kiss on his lips, "The more you tense up the harder it will be for both of us..."
Mail breathed deeply, trying to focus on how Mihael stroked him; and for some time it worked alright. But as Mihael began to undo his pants, and placed his member at Mail's entrance; he began to tense up once again. So as Mihael thrust in, Mail cried in pain, holding onto the sheets under him.
He pulled out, and whispered lightly, "I love you Mail..."
The shock of that statement was probably why Mail didn't scream as he did the first time, and when Mihael got a rythmn going, he was able to see how it was enjoyable. They both were breathless, gasping and moaning, and Mihael had found that one spot; and hit it every time with precision.
Mail moaned loudly, something that was probably close to Mihael's name, and soaked Mihael in his cum. Before long, pounding into Mail once or twice more, Mihael came too. He pulled out, and sat a moment, breathing deeply, and looked back down at Mail.
He was smiling ever so slightly, and through his half-closed eyes he looked back up at Mihael, who stared back, awestruck.
"Hm. You told me that so soon?" Mail said softly, taking a break in between to breathe, "I guess I don't mind too much, though..."
Mihael couldn't help but grin, an expression that looked strange on his well framed face, and he fell half on him, resting his head on Mail's chest.
They didn't say anything else; and nothing else was really needed to say. They were together, and Mihael was on Cloud Nine. Everything he could have wished for had come to him in the end, and it seemed that an originally detestable move became a blessing for him. Never before had he met someone he was so certain would love him back, someone who he knew wouldn't give in to the demands of society.
It would be hard, Mihael knew that, but he was strong. There was no tearing Mihael away from him now: if it were going to turn out otherwise, he was through.
The two curled up there on the small bed until the rain outside started falling softly, and eventually ceased to fall at all. Before long Mail kissed the top of Mihael's head, and smiled, holding him close.
"I should go," he began, wrapping a strand of blonde hair around his finger, "It's getting late,"
"What, have to make it back home before your dear mommy gets worried?"
Mail chuckled softly, hiding behind it the sadness at having to leave, "Yeah, I'm already on her death list for missing class today,"
"Alright..." Mihael sat up, and before long Mail stood up, looking down at his damp clothes that had been forgotten on the floor. He debated putting them back on, and with a grimace decided there was no way in Hell Mihael's clothes would fit him.
So he changed, back into his wet clothes that stuck to him like a second skin, and he muttered a curse. Mihael stood up, smirking, he placed a kiss on his lips.
"You look like a wet dog," he gaze into his green eyes, "and you pretty much act like one too,"
Mail stuck out his lower lip in a sort of childish pout, and turned the other way.
"Shut it," he muttered, taking a step, before Mail found him being held back by a soft hand on his.
"Let's meet up in a day or two. Maybe have dinner or something," Mihael raised his hand up, and placed a kiss on it, "Of course, as subtle as we can be,"
Mail nodded, a slight chill going down his spine, still not used to how it felt to be in a relationship quite like this; as he probably would be for the rest of his life, "Yeah..."
When Mail got home, he found himself getting quite the lecture from his mother, who seemed very intent on learning where he had been, why, and why he was soaking wet. He wasn't in the mood, but didn't mind giving a snide remark, something as to, 'I was at a friend's, and I'm wet because it's raining outside, mother. Maybe if you took a step outside of your room you'd see that.'
This didn't give him the best reply, and his mother was left speechless. He didn't care though, he was still stuck in that room with Mihael, lying beside him without a care in the world, if just for a moment. He trudged his way up the stairs, and shut the door of his room behind him, sighing in relief.
It was easy to see he took his clothes off right when he was in the privacy of his own room, and he snuggled under the blankets of his warm, soft bed. He curled into a fedal position, and held the comforter up to his face. He couldn't help but imagine what that event just an hour or so ago would have felt like on this bed, the warm sheets around them, the springs squeaking at every movement they made.
Before he knew it, he had ruined the blanket quite like the way he had at Mihael's, the image still stained in his retina of the blonde...
The story behind this chapter is actually quite hilarious. XD;
Ok. So I got through watching Toddlers and Tiaras again, (Let me tell you, that show is disgusting yet enthralling... D'8) and sat down at my computer, thinking what should I write. I had little planned for this chapter, so began looking through some youtube videos for inspiration.
Interestingly enough, after watching some King of the Hill Youtube Poops, I found what I wanted to do. *laughs* Don't ask me why that made me think of doing another (much better) sex scene, but it did.
OTL I promise to get back to plot development, once I get this little spurt of wanting to write sex out of my system. (but isn't that the point of fan fictions, to cater to the needs of sex-depraved fan girls? XD) My writing lemon doesn't happen too often, so LIVE IT UP, FAN GIRLS. w
Anyway! Hope you guys enjoyed it. ;_; I'm still trying to figure out how far I want to go with this fic, because... if I were to take it where I'm planning it might go TOO far, especially considering I have another idea in my head! D'8 Decisions, decisions.