It was late afternoon when Micky eventually plucked up the courage to visit Samantha. Micky was never one for confrontation, and being the people-pleaser that he was he also hated letting people down, so he was incredibly nervous about having to explain himself to his sort-of ex-girlfriend.
As Micky predicted, it was awkward. Samantha got upset, failing to understand why he'd wanted to get back with her in the first place just to end it 6 weeks later. But Micky stood strong, telling her that he wasn't the right man for her and encouraging her to move on. Micky felt awful, remembering the pain he felt when Mike ended things with him and hoping that Samantha didn't feel even half as bad as what he had.
When Micky arrived home, he found his house quiet and seemingly empty. It was early evening by now and the sun was beginning to set. He wondered if Mike still hadn't gotten back from his own place yet, or maybe he'd decided he didn't want to come back at all. Micky felt rather glum, as he was already feeling far from fine having just had it out with Samantha for the last couple of hours.
As Micky walked through his house, he heard some movement coming from the den. He opened the door slowly, and he found the room filled with lit candles - and Mike sitting on the floor with a pizza in front of him.
Micky couldn't help but smile at the sight he was greeted with. A part of him genuinely thought Mike wasn't there and might not want to come back. But there the Texan was, sitting on the floor looking up at Micky expectantly. Micky's initial glumness was totally overwhelmed by the incredible sensation of butterflies filling his stomach.
"What's all this?" Micky questioned with a soft smile.
"This is our first date." Mike announced, patting the floor next to him to tell Micky to sit down.
"Really?" Micky asked, a little grin now spreading across his face.
"Yup. Now come sit." Mike patted the floor once more.
Micky walked in and sat down on the rug next to Mike.
"You didn't have to do this." Micky told him, staring at the Texan.
"It's just a pizza and some candles." Mike replied modestly. He picked up a slice of pizza and handed it to Micky. "Here ya go."
Micky simply looked at him, his face soft in the candle light, and Mike noticed that the younger man looked rather touched by his little romantic display.
Micky took a bite of pizza, and Mike smiled at his lover, but he realised it was time to get serious. "How did it go with Samantha?"
Micky sighed, swallowing his mouthful. "She was really upset. I'm pretty sure she hates me now." He said sadly.
"I'm sure that ain't true." Mike gave Micky a look. "She'll be alright eventually."
"It was so hard, because I couldn't tell her exactly why I didn't want to be with her." Micky sighed. "I could hardly tell her about us."
"It ain't nice to hurt someone." Mike said with compassion. He reached out and gently squeezed Micky's leg comfortingly. "But you did the right thing."
"I know." Micky sighed. "But I still feel like such a dick."
"You're the least dick-ish person I know." Mike smiled sympathetically at the younger man, prompting Micky to smile back.
"Thanks." Micky's mouth curled up at the sides. He looked down thoughtfully, rearranging some of the toppings on his slice of pizza. "Thanks for all this. When I got in, I thought you weren't here. I thought maybe you'd had second thoughts about us or something."
"Not a chance." Mike replied seriously, gazing at Micky lovingly.
Micky looked up. "This is lovely." He said gently, looking around the room filled with candles.
"Sorry the pizza's cold, I didn't know when you'd be back." Mike said, picking up a slice.
"I don't mind, it's delicious. I like cold pizza." Micky gave the Texan a smile.
Mike continued to gaze at the curly haired man, and the two of them tucked into the pizza, enjoying the silence and each other's company. Micky was surprised by how calm he felt after initially feeling so down after his meeting with Samantha, but now he felt almost total content.
After a couple of minutes, Mike spoke again.
"I'm sorry this ain't exactly a great first date." Mike said with a sigh.
Micky looked up from his pizza, surprised by Mike's words. He noticed the slightly older man looked genuinely disappointed, and that strangely moved Micky even more.
Micky smiled. "That's funny, because I was just thinking about how perfect it is." Micky beamed at Mike through the darkness.
Mike looked down a little bashfully. "I wanted to cook you somethin' special, you know, a three course meal or somethin', but you ain't got much in. Your cupboards are nearly bare, Mick."
"I know, sorry about that. I've been living off take-outs recently... Well, I haven't been living off much to be honest." Micky laughed a little, biting into his slice of pizza.
Mike didn't find it funny. He stared at Micky hard, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You need to take better care of yourself."
"I'm alright. I mean, Sammy cooked me a few meals, but I haven't really been hungry." Micky sensed that Mike was far from impressed.
"You've lost weight." Mike stated, watching Micky closely.
Micky pulled a pained expression. "I was hoping you hadn't noticed that." He said, visibly cringing. He looked down at himself. "It's not like I had much to lose."
Mike simply carried on watching Micky with a concerned look in his eye.
"I'm fine, you know." Micky assured him. "When I'm down, I just don't feel like eating, that's all. Now everything is good with us, I can start stuffing my face again."
Mike felt both comforted that Micky was happy again, but also slightly distraught that he'd caused Micky so much pain in the first place.
Micky grabbed another slice of pizza, and he looked Mike in the eye as he took a huge bite. "See," Micky mumbled with his mouth full. "You won't stop me eating now."
Mike smiled reluctantly. "I just want you to look after yourself, babe." He said gently.
"I am. To be honest, I've been trying to keep myself so busy I haven't really even thought about eating much." Micky admitted. He noticed Mike still wore an uncertain look. "There's no need to feel guilty, you know. I get why you ended things before. I don't want you feeling bad about it."
"Well of course I'm gonna feel bad about it." Mike replied. "I hurt you. Look at ya, you lost weight because of me."
Micky looked down at himself once more. "Am I seriously too skinny now?" He asked, cringing once more. "I know I wasn't exactly Mr Muscles before."
"You're beautiful." Mike replied without hesitation. "You could never not be. You'll never be anything less than perfect."
Micky found a big, soppy grin spreading across his face - there was no way he could contain it. "Even if you're lying... thanks. It's nice hearing that."
"You know I ain't lying." Mike said seriously, but his face softened. He gave Micky a warm, hearty smile.
Micky grinned from ear-to-ear. "I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad I'm here, too." Mike beamed.
It didn't take long for Mike and Micky to finish off the rest of the pizza.
"So uh, this being our first date and me being the perfect gentleman, I guess I can't expect anything more than a peck on the cheek from you tonight." Mike said as he finished his last mouthful.
Micky smirked. "Well that depends."
"On what?" Mike questioned with a little glint in his eye.
"Do you want more than a peck on the cheek?" Micky wondered, that smirk plastered on his face.
Mike climbed to his hands and knees, leaning forward so his face wasn't far from Micky's. "What do you think?" He replied seductively.
Micky could hardly contain himself, but he enjoyed games so he tried to keep his composure for now. "You must think I'm a pretty cheap date. A pizza on the floor, is that all you think I'm worth?"
Mike smirked even more, knowing full-well that Micky was joking. "Well... what can I do to make it up to you?" He asked, leaning a little closer.
Micky tried to look thoughtful, but it was hard for him to contain the grin on his face. "Hmm... I'm not sure."
"Do you want me to buy you flowers?" Mike asked, tilting his head to the side and gazing at Micky with an amused look.
Micky bit his lip. "I can think of something a bit better than that." He whispered cheekily.
"And what's that?" Mike pressed, starring at his lover with lust in his eyes.
"You could kiss me." Micky grinned.
Mike smiled, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Micky's in a little kiss. He pulled back and stared at the curly haired man.
"Is that all you need?" Mike asked.
Micky shook his head, that huge grin taking over his entire face. "Do it again."
Mike leaned forward again, and Micky started giggling. Mike pressed his lips to Micky's, only Micky's lips weren't puckered. Instead he still wore that huge smile, and he chuckled uncontrollably.
Mike pulled back, staring at Micky in amusement. "What are you laughin' at, boy?"
"Nothing." Micky giggled, shaking his head.
Mike leaned forward, trying to kiss Micky again, but Micky continued giggling even more.
Mike pulled back again, now laughing himself. "Well I can't kiss you with you gigglin' like a mad man!"
"I'm sorry." Micky laughed, unable to contain the smile on his face. "I can't help it."
"Well what's so funny?" Mike asked, watching Micky in wonder.
"I don't even know." Micky chuckled even more. It wasn't a loud laugh, or even a belly-laugh, it was just an uncontrollable giggle that got harder to control the more he laughed.
"You're such a weirdo, do you know that?" Mike asked, shaking his head in disbelief, highly amused by Micky's state. "You ain't been smokin' something, have ya?"
"Nooo." Micky shook his head again, but he was still laughing. "I'm not high. Or actually, I think I am. But I'm not high on pot. I think I'm just high on you."
"Wow, that's got to be the cheesiest thing you've ever said." Mike laughed, though deep down he was incredibly flattered by the remark.
Micky hit Mike playfully. "Shut up." He said with another little giggle. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.
Mike raised his eyebrows, watching as Micky managed to get his laughter under control. He waited until Micky seemed like he was finally calm.
"Right, can I kiss ya now?" Mike wondered.
Micky nodded. Mike leaned in, pressing his lips to Micky's in a soft, sweet kiss. Micky melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the Texan's neck. Suddenly, nothing felt funny anymore. Instead Micky was filled with an incredible sense of love and stability. When Mike pulled back, he looked just like Micky felt. Mike stared into Micky's eyes, and they gazed at each other as if they were hypnotised. Micky felt his heart flutter, and he took a shaky breath in. It was almost as if he felt light-headed, completely flawed by how strong his feelings were for the older man.
Mike reached out, gently touching Micky's face with the side of his finger. "Do you feel like an early night?" He whispered.
Micky nodded once more. "I'd like that."
After blowing all the candles out, Micky and Mike headed upstairs to Micky's bedroom. Micky walked in first, switching on the lamp that sat on the nightstand, and he turned to notice a small paper carrier bag on the couch. Mike walked to the couch, gesturing to the bag.
"It's just a few of my things." Mike told Micky, who smiled like an idiot in response. Mike reached into the bag, pulling out a toothbrush. "Including this."
Micky smiled even more, suddenly excited that this seemed like a real relationship.
"Do you want me to just leave this stuff here?" Mike asked.
Micky thought for a moment. "Hang on." He said, before hurrying to his chest of drawers.
Micky opened the bottom drawer, which had the fewest of his clothes inside, and he lifted out the pile of roughly folded clothes and dumped them on the couch.
"There," Micky said, gesturing to the drawer. "That can be your drawer."
Mike simply smiled at the curly haired man, but Micky's face immediately fell, and he wore a look of almost panic.
"Unless that's too serious." Micky stressed, his voice travelling fast. "I mean, you don't have to put your things in there; you can leave them in the bag if you want. I don't want to freak you out or anything."
"Micky, relax." Mike held his hands out, signalling for Micky to calm down. "It's just a drawer. We've said the 'L' word now, haven't we? I ain't gonna go freakin' out about a drawer."
Micky's face went a little red. "Sorry. I don't know what I thought really." He laughed awkwardly.
Mike walked over to Micky with a smile on his face. "You're a silly boy. You're too sweet."
Micky felt a little stupid. "You think I'm an idiot." He giggled.
"A loveable idiot." Mike kissed Micky on the lips gently, and then gave the slightly shorter man the warmest smile Micky had ever seen.
"I'm going to go freshen up." Micky grinned, giving Mike another quick kiss on the lips. "I won't be long."
Micky went to the en-suite bathroom, brushed his teeth and had a quick wash before returning to the bedroom to find Mike perched on the edge of the bed.
"All done." Micky announced, now wearing nothing but his jeans.
Mike rose to his feet, his toothbrush still in his hand. "My turn now."
Micky grinned as Mike walked the short distance to the bathroom. As soon as Mike closed the door, Micky rushed over to the chest of drawers. He pulled open the bottom drawer and found Mike's clothes neatly folded away inside. Micky suddenly felt a huge rush of excitement. On the one hand, he felt it was totally silly that he was so overjoyed by Mike putting a couple of t-shirts and a few pairs of boxers in a drawer, but Micky felt like it symbolised far more than he ever imagined he would get from Mike, and for that reason he was nothing less than ecstatic.
Micky stripped out of his jeans and underwear and climbed into bed. He found himself jiggling with an excited energy. The past 24 hours had been totally surreal. This time yesterday, Micky was at a party having a not-so-great-time with the girlfriend he didn't love. Less than a day later, he was with the man he did love, and they seemed to be totally committed to one another. Micky felt giddy with excitement.
It wasn't long before Mike emerged from the bathroom, dressed in only his boxers. Micky smiled lovingly at the Texan.
Mike stood beside the bed, a half-smile on his face. Micky eyed the tall, dark Texan up and down. "You're wearing too many clothes." Micky told him.
Mike swallowed, looking almost a little nervous, and he slowly pulled his underwear down before letting it drop to the floor.
Micky took a shaky breath in, flawed by the handsome naked man in front of him. Mike simply stood there, his hands crossed awkwardly at the bottom of his stomach.
It was bizarre for both of them. Micky had seen Mike naked so many times, but never standing in front of him quite like this. Mike usually only stripped off right before they had sex, and he was never one to parade around naked afterwards. But now Mike was standing completely naked in front of Micky, not erect, and Micky felt like Mike was doing more than just letting Micky see him naked; Micky felt like over the past day he was finally seeing Mike for the first time. At long last, Mike seemed to be letting Micky in.
Micky gazed at Mike's body with more love than he realised possible. Micky thought Mike was absolutely beautiful. It wasn't just lust that Micky felt - it was far more than that. Mike's cheeks were flushed a sweet shade of red, and he too felt like he was exposing more than just his body to the curly haired man. After so long of hiding his feelings for Micky, so long of pretending he was something he wasn't, he was pleased he could finally be himself around Micky and be honest about his feelings. Mike felt like he was letting his guard down; not all the way down, but enough to let Micky inside those huge iron walls. It wasn't easy, but it was a start, and Mike felt like he wanted to let Micky in after so long of pushing him away.
Micky pulled back the cover, exposing Mike's side of the bed. Mike walked over, climbing in beside Micky. Micky moved so he was hovering over the Texan, only inches away from Mike's face.
"You have no idea how handsome you are." Micky said softly, running his fingers through Mike's thick, dark hair.
"I don't think so." Mike laughed a little nervously, gazing up at Micky. "You're the catch here, babe."
Micky shook his head. Mike simply smiled, feeling Micky was completely wrong but accepting it all the same. Mike wasn't particularly confident with the way he looked; but it didn't bother him. He wasn't hung up on the way people thought he looked - the only opinion he cared about was Micky's, and for some reason Micky seemed to like the way Mike looked - even if the Texan couldn't understand why. But in Mike's eyes, Micky was the catch. Micky was perfect. In Mike's eyes, he himself could never compare to Micky in any way, shape or form, and nor did he want to. Micky was special, and Mike was completely fine with that.
"I'm so lucky." Micky whispered, staring down at Mike seriously.
Mike looked up at Micky's soft, kind face. He lifted his head to kiss Micky on the lips slowly and passionately. When they broke apart, Mike looked up at his lover under heavy-lidded eyes.
"Will you make love to me?" Mike asked, his voice breathy and quiet.
Micky took in a sharp breath, those words coming from Mike's mouth igniting several different kinds of fire within his body. Micky nodded his head slowly, closing the gap between their faces to kiss Mike passionately once more.
Micky moved his body fully on top of Mike's, and Mike wrapped his arms around the slender man on top of him, pulling him close into a passionate embrace. Mike felt his penis begin to stiffen rapidly with the feeling of Micky's lively body above him, the younger man rubbing his own growing erection against the Texan's in a slow and steady rhythm.
Micky loved the feeling of Mike's fingertips dancing down his naked back, and he moved his mouth to lightly suck on Mike's neck. Micky reached down between them, wrapping his fingers around Mike's erection and stroking slowly.
After a couple of minutes, Micky stopped his kisses on Mike's neck, and he hovered above the dark-haired man with a look of anxiousness on his face.
Mike opened his eyes, gazing up at Micky with slight confusion. Mike could read Micky like a book, and he could sense something was up with his boy.
"Why are you nervous?" Mike asked gently, reaching up and placing his hand on the side of Micky's face.
Micky simply looked down at Mike, his expression unsure.
Mike continued to stare at Micky with eyes that were comforting and kind. "We've done this before." He whispered, stroking Micky's face.
"Once..." Micky replied quietly, a look of worry on his face. "You went to Texas the next day... and that was it."
Mike smiled gently, carefully caressing the side of Micky's face with his thumb. "I'm not going anywhere tomorrow, or the day after that. I promise."
Micky stared at Mike a little longer until his face softened, and he seemed to relax. Mike guided Micky's head down to kiss him on the lips again, running his fingers through that mass of curls. Mike kissed Micky's chin, the tip of his nose, and finally his forehead before giving the younger man a warm, reassuring smile.
Micky matched Mike's smile. "Are you ready to do this?" He asked, eyeing the Texan for any signs of reluctance.
Mike nodded, his eyes confident and sure.
"How do you want to lay?" Micky questioned, his breath beginning to get a little ragged in anticipation.
"Uh... oh my side, maybe?" Mike wondered. "I don't like my legs all bein' up."
"It's okay, whatever makes you comfortable." Micky assured him.
Micky moved off of Mike, allowing the Texan to roll onto his side. Mike found his heart-rate start to quicken, and he did feel a few nerves start twisting in the pit of his stomach - but they were the good kind of nerves.
Micky took hold of the lube that they'd left on the nightstand from the night before, and Micky squirted a small amount onto his fingers.
Mike felt Micky's left hand start to caress his side, and then Mike felt something cold between his buttocks. Mike felt Micky's lubricated finger breach his opening before slipping inside. Mike bit his lip, closing his eyes as Micky's finger entered him. And then Micky's lips were on the back of his neck planting small, tiny little kisses that make Mike shiver all over his body. The finger inside of him felt odd, but it didn't hurt. Micky was being gentle and slow, not wanting to do too much too soon and cause Mike any discomfort in any way.
When Micky felt like Mike was relaxed enough, he slipped a second finger inside. Micky's hands were trembling a little in anticipation, and he felt Mike tense up around him as his fingers pushed deep inside.
Micky continued to kiss the back of Mike's neck, and his free hand stroked the side of Mike's body, willing him and urging him to relax. It didn't take long for Mike's body to respond positively to Micky's fingers, and when Micky lightly brushed against the Texan's pleasure-centre, Mike even let out a small, breathy moan.
"Tell me when you're ready, babe." Micky whispered gently into Mike's ear. "We can carry on like this as long you need."
Mike could feel Micky's erection poking into him from behind, and he noticed his own erection had reached full hardness from having Micky's fingers inside of him.
"I'm ready." Mike replied, taking a deep breath. "I'm ready now."
Micky removed his fingers, and he leaned over Mike. Mike twisted his upper body so Micky could kiss him on the lips.
"I want this to be good for you." Micky whispered as he broke the kiss, his face so close to Mike's their noses were touching.
"It will be. I need this." Mike replied, his breath heavy.
Micky kissed Mike once more before positioning himself behind. Micky poured some more lube into his hand before coating his erection, and he closed his eyes and shuddered slightly at the contact with the cold liquid. Micky stroked himself a few more times before pressing his body up against Mike's. Mike couldn't help but tense up in expectation, and he took a deep breath as he prepared himself for what was to come.
Micky guided his cock to Mike's entrance, and Mike felt something cold and hard breach the ring of muscle. Mike squeezed his eyes shut as Micky slowly and carefully pushed himself inside, a small, quiet moan escaping his lips as he entered the Texan.
It hurt, but Mike didn't expect anything less. He'd only done this once before and that was over two months ago, so he knew it was going to feel uncomfortable at first. Mike kept trying to take slow, steady breaths to get his body to relax, as at the moment he was tight and tense.
Micky's movements were slow, almost painfully slow for Micky, but he knew he needed to be gentle. He pulled out a little before pushing back in a tiny bit further than before, and he continued to do this slowly, hoping Mike would soon relax.
Mike reached behind him, squeezing Micky's left butt-cheek gently. Micky started to kiss the back of Mike's neck again.
"Tell me if you don't like it." Micky whispered into Mike's skin.
"I do..." Mike said breathlessly. "Just hold still a moment."
Micky obeyed his partner, and he stopped moving completely. Micky closed his eyes, sucking a deep breath in, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead as he concentrated on not moving.
Mike hadn't wanted to ask Micky to stop, but he knew if both he and Micky were going to enjoy this, he'd have to relax first. It was a strange physical sensation for Mike, Micky's penis inside of him. Micky was only about half way in, but it was taking a lot for Mike's mind to process that Micky was inside of him. When they'd done it before, Mike's head had been in the clouds, but now this felt totally real. The more Mike thought about it, strangely, the more relaxed he felt his body become. It was a little uncomfortable, but Mike knew how good it would get the moment his body allowed Micky full-access.
After a few moments, Mike pressed his hand against Micky's backside, urging him to resume his movements.
"Keep going." Mike whispered.
Micky pulled back slightly before slowly easing his way back in a little deeper than before. Mike closed his eyes as Micky set a slow and steady pace.
"Is this okay?" Micky asked breathlessly.
"You can go a little deeper..." Mike replied, his body starting to become accustomed to the alien invasion.
"Mmm..." Micky let out a little moan as he pushed a little deeper inside of Mike, although he still wasn't completely sheathed in the Texan.
Micky changed the angle of his movements and brushed the head of his penis against that special spot that made Mike moan quietly in pleasure.
Mike took hold of Micky's arm that was draped over him and tugged on it, twisting his upper body and urging Micky to kiss him. Micky leaned over Mike, and Mike took hold of the back of Micky's head, guiding Micky's mouth to his for a heated kiss.
Mike pushed his tongue into Micky's mouth, and Micky found himself push all the way inside of Mike. Mike broke the kiss to let out a very quiet, low moan of pleasure, and he held on to Micky's head, staring the younger man straight in the eye.
Micky grew in confidence, and he moved a little faster and continued to penetrate Mike deep. Micky kept his eyes locked on Mike's, reading the Texan's face for any signs of discomfort. Instead Mike's eyes seemed to grow dark and lust-filled, and it was obvious that Mike was beginning to have a good time.
"I love you, Micky." Mike breathed heavily, his voice low.
Micky found Mike so sexy, Mike's low, breathy moans the perfect contrast to Micky's more vocal display of pleasure. Mike was quiet, his noises of passion buried beneath deep, heavy breaths that Micky found so so hot.
Micky kissed Mike passionately, his pace quickening just slightly. "You're amazing." Micky moaned as he broke the kiss.
Mike laid his head back as Micky moved behind him once more, and Micky stretched his hand around Mike's front to start stroking his throbbing erection. Mike moaned quietly at the contact, and he absentmindedly thrust forward into Micky's hand, ultimately pushing himself back onto Micky's cock. Mike let out a slightly louder moan this time, but that was drowned out by Micky's much louder moan of pleasure as he felt Mike's inner muscles clench around him.
"Fuck..." Micky gasped, both his and Mike's breath becoming ragged. "You feel so good."
Mike had remembered this feeling good before, but he'd forgotten just how good it felt to feel Micky inside of him. Mike did prefer it when Micky was on the receiving end because that just seemed to be how they gelled and worked together best, but this was still damn good. This still felt nothing less than incredible, and Mike felt like he was enjoying it even more than he had done previously.
Mike loved that Micky was a part of him. Micky was inside of him in every sense of the word. Being inside of Micky always made Mike feel like the most special man on earth, but letting Micky be inside of him made him feel vulnerable in a good kind of way. It was a totally foreign feeling for Mike, as he never usually liked being anything other than strong and in control. Letting Micky take charge of his body felt like such a massive step for Mike.
Mike did prefer being in control though. If Mike was feeling braver, he would opt to be on top. That wasn't because Mike didn't like Micky taking control, because it was actually quite nice to give Micky that position for a change. But Mike felt like even allowing himself to be fucked, to be made love to, was such a huge step for him personally; for Mike as a man, and for Mike as a person. Letting Micky in, physically and metaphorically, was something he never imagined he'd allow himself to do, so now he was in this situation he felt pretty damn proud of himself.
Mike laid there, lost in his thoughts and the incredible sensations that were building in his body. Micky was totally in control; Micky was doing the penetrating, and Micky was the one stroking Mike's dick. Mike had never before allowed anyone to take control like this. As weird as it felt for him mentally, physically it felt fucking amazing. Mike's whole body from head to toe felt completely sensitive, but at the same time he almost felt totally numb. It was completely bizarre and incredible, and the deeper Micky moved inside of him, and the more Micky nudged against that oh-so-wonderful spot, the better it became.
"You okay?" Micky managed to ask Mike, snapping the Texan out of his thoughts.
"Mmmm..." Mike moaned quietly. "So good..."
Micky started kissing the back of Mike's neck again, rocking his hips back and forward. Micky started thrusting faster, quickening his pace so the bed begun to rock. Micky also quickened his hand on Mike's cock.
"Oh Mike...Michael... I'm getting close." Micky panted into Mike's ear.
"Me too." Mike breathed, looking down at Micky's hand that was now becoming a blur on his dick. Mike tilted his head back, moaning quietly.
"D-Don't come yet." Micky gasped, his thrusts getting even faster. "Please wait..."
"Uhghhh..." Mike groaned as Micky hit that spot inside of him again. "God, Micky..."
Micky was starting to get a bit erratic, and Mike could feel the sweat building between their two bodies as their orgasms rapidly approached.
"Ohhh Mike." Micky moaned again. He released Mike's penis from his grasp and gripped hold of Mike's hand instead. "Oh fuck...oh fuck... ughhhh..."
Micky's body lurched forward, and he jolted a couple of times, spilling himself into the slightly older man. Mike loved knowing that Micky had reached his peak, and the noise that escaped Micky's mouth when he came lit up the room like a Christmas tree.
Micky thrust a few more times before pulling out. Mike's head was in a spin, his own erection painful and his body suddenly sad from Micky no longer being inside of him.
Micky instantly grabbed hold of Mike, pulling him onto his back. Mike had no time to register what was happening until Micky disappeared under the covers, and then all Mike could process was the feeling of Micky's hot, wet mouth swallowing his aching erection.
"Holy shit." Mike gasped, his head pressing back into the pillow and his hips instinctively thrusting upwards.
Micky sucked Mike into his mouth as deep as he could, and he then slid his lips up to the tip. Micky took hold of Mike's shaft, pumping him hard and fast as he looked up at Mike from under the covers.
Mike managed to lift his head enough to see Micky under the duvet, and the sight of Micky's hungry-eyes and the head of his own penis in Micky's perfectly wide mouth was almost enough to send Mike over the edge.
But just when Mike thought it couldn't get any better, Micky managed to do something no woman had ever managed to do before, and that was take Mike's entire length into his mouth. Mike's mind was blown as he felt his entire penis slip down Micky's throat. Mike had been deep-throated before, and deep-throated by Micky before, but not to this extent. No one had ever managed to get his massive penis so far down their throat, and Mike let out a loud moan in response.
Micky wasn't sure how he'd managed it either, but somehow he'd got his throat to relax enough to take Mike down to the root. Micky held Mike's hips in place, fearing that if Mike was to thrust upwards he may end up choking to death on Mike's cock. "Well, there's worse ways to go I suppose." Micky thought.
Micky realised how much he'd missed sucking Mike's dick. Micky really, really enjoyed it. Micky liked how it felt in his mouth, and he loved knowing just how good it made Mike feel. Micky played with Mike's balls, and he bobbed his head quickly as he sensed by Mike's heaving chest and quick, shallow breaths that he was getting close now.
"Mick...Micky...Hghhh..." Mike groaned, his head pressing hard into the pillow and his hand fisting Micky's curls tightly.
Although Micky hadn't done this for a couple of months, it was just like riding a bike - you never forget how to take a mouthful of come. Mike exploded into Micky's mouth, and Micky got a kick out of the force of Mike's ejaculation. Micky swallowed without hesitation, and he continued to suck his lover as Mike rode out his orgasm.
Micky slid Mike back into his mouth all the way, sucking him until he was soft. Micky then let Mike's cock fall out of his mouth, and he climbed back up from beneath the covers, laying on his stomach beside Mike, propped up by his arms so he could see his lovers face.
"Oh my god." Mike panted, his breath ragged and strained.
Micky's own breath was heavy, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring at the Texan with eyes filled with love.
Mike managed to open his own eyes enough to look at Micky. "That was amazing. All of it...holy shit, Micky."
Micky gave Mike a warm smile. "I missed how you taste... You taste really good." He said, a seductive and loving look on his face.
Mike pulled Micky into a deep kiss, and he could taste the salty remains of his come in Micky's mouth. When they broke the kiss, Mike kept his hand on the side of Micky's face, and he guided the curly head down so it rested on his chest.
Micky cuddled close to Mike, who opened his long arms up to welcome Micky into a tight hug. Their breathing was still heavy and their bodies were still covered in a thin layer of sweat that was slowly beginning to dry.
Mike rested the side of his head against Micky's curls, and he found himself grinning as through the scent of sex he could smell the overwhelming aroma of oranges. Mike squeezed Micky a little closer, completely dumbstruck by how happy he felt.
They lazed like this for about 10 minutes. Micky eventually rolled onto his stomach so he could look at Mike again. Mike laid there looking at his boy from under heavy eyelids.
"Can I ask you something?" Micky wondered, staring at Mike curiously.
Mike couldn't help but smile. "'Course you can." He replied lazily.
"This will probably sound really stupid, but I just need to clarify a couple of things," Micky begun. He started drawing little circles on Mike's chest awkwardly. "It probably goes without saying. I mean, it does for me anyway. It probably does for you too, but I've been wrong about this stuff before and I want to make sure we're on exactly the same page."
Mike couldn't help but look at Micky through amused eyes, wondering what on earth he was going to say. "What do you need to clarify, Mick?" He asked gently.
"It's stupid really, you'll probably think I'm a total idiot. Especially as we know we love each other and everything..." Micky scratched his head.
"What is it, babe?" Mike pressed gently, the smile still on his face as he watched Micky curiously.
"Well... we are in a relationship now, aren't we?" Micky asked, cringing slightly at the question. "I mean, I think we are, and like I said, I think it sorta goes without saying. But I know you didn't want to put a label on things when we were together before and-"
"We're in a relationship, Micky." Mike replied, his amused smile turning warm and loving. "We're a couple."
Micky looked genuinely relieved. "Phew." He puffed out a breath, and then let out a little giggle. "I mean, I thought we were, but I just wanted to make sure."
Mike beamed at the curly haired man. "You're just the sweetest thing."
"Do you think that was a stupid question?" Micky asked, his eyebrows knotted together as if he was cringing again.
"Well considering the way I was with ya when we were together before, then no, I don't think it's a stupid question at all." Mike replied seriously.
Micky smiled. "And just so we're totally, totally clear... I want this to be an exclusive relationship. You know, just you and me. I don't want to see anyone else, and I don't want you to see anyone else either. I know you feel the same, but I just want to- I don't know..."
Mike's smile returned. "Well that's good, 'cause I can't think of anythin' worse than seeing anyone else, and I sure as hell don't want you seeing anyone else either."
Micky's smile grew. "Thanks." He said. "I mean, I knew that already, but it's nice to hear it."
"This is the real deal now, Mick." Mike assured him, looking at him hard.
Micky grinned. "I know. It's amazing." He gushed. "We're an actual couple... that is so groovy. I mean, you don't have to call me your boyfriend, because that's a little odd. Unless you want to, then it's groovy, but-"
"Partners." Mike cut Micky off. "We're partners."
Mike feared Micky's face might tare from smiling so much. "Partners." Micky repeated. "I like that."
"I guess I figure it's about time we put a label on it." Mike gave Micky a shy look.
Micky gently pressed the tip of Mike's nose. "You know, as horrible as these past couple of months have been, I think it did us good. I know it showed me that I was for real about you, even if I didn't think you were for real about me. It taught me that I was truly prepared to do this with you if I got the chance, no matter what the consequences. And now I have got the chance, and I'm so fucking happy about that."
Mike nodded slowly in agreement. "I missed you every day, baby." He said quietly, stroking Micky's face with the side of his finger. "Thank you for being so understanding."
Micky watched Mike with a gentle look. "I think we're gonna be really good together." He said softly. "I think I can make you really happy."
"I know you can." Mike said seriously, giving Micky a stern look. "It's just the other way around I ain't so sure about."
Micky shook his head. "You already make me happy." He replied.
Mike still watched Micky seriously, staring at his boy in wonder and hope. Mike wasn't 100% convinced he could make Micky as happy as he deserved to be, but he was going to try his very best.
"Just remember, anythin' I have done, and will do, will be for you." Mike said seriously, his face almost sad.
"Just be with me. That's all I need." Micky tilted his head to the side. "I love you."
Mike smiled gently. "Love you too, Mick."