The following morning, Mike had gotten himself dressed a couple of hours before, and although he was tempted to head out and explore the city, he wasn't particularly in the mood and opted to stay in his hotel room until the group were due to have more press engagements that afternoon.
Mike laid on his bed fully clothed, contemplating the previous night. Mike was still angry with Micky, but at the same time he missed him. Mike wondered if he'd been hard on his boy, but at the same time he reminded himself why he was being hard on him; and that was to ensure that their relationship didn't get sprung so nothing could come between them.
At about 11am, Mike heard a gentle tapping on the door. He climbed off the bed, assuming it was probably a maid ignoring the 'Do Not Disturb' sign, and made his way to the door. Mike opened the door to find Micky.
"Hi." Micky said nervously, an awkward smile on his face.
Mike stood there frostily, surprised that Micky was even up at this hour.
"Can I come in?" Micky asked. He looked both ways down the corridor. "There's no one about."
Mike paused for a moment before stepping aside, letting Micky into his room.
"I'm sorry about last night." Micky said nervously as the two of them walked towards Mike's bed.
Mike didn't say anything, he just simply sat himself down at the foot of the bed, looking up at Micky with a cool face.
Micky looked genuinely nervous and uncomfortable. "I shouldn't have banged on your door like that. That was really stupid."
"Yeah, it was." Mike said bluntly.
"But even if someone heard me, it's not a big deal." Micky said in his defence. "Do you remember that time me and Davy got drunk in that hotel and ended up knocking on everyone's doors, on the whole entire floor? It was really stupid, but we were just fooling around."
Mike was annoyed that Micky was trying to defend his actions. "That's hardly the same thing." He said.
"No, but... but even if someone found me in your room, or saw me knocking on your door, it doesn't mean they'd suspect anything." Micky continued. "Me and Peter used to go to each other's rooms all the time on tour and get high. One morning a maid even walked in on me and Pete crashed out on his bed, and she didn't care. She didn't assume we were fucking each other just because we were in the same room at night."
"Do you think this is a joke?" Mike snapped, slightly infuriated.
"What- no, of course I don't." Micky hit back, he too clearly getting agitated. "But it's true. Do you really think if Davy heard me knocking on your door at night, he would just assume we're a couple? Or would he think that I was just being a drunken idiot?
Mike knew Micky had a point, and he looked away.
"You know I'm right." Micky said knowingly.
Mike's head snapped up. "And I know that last night you acted like a damn child. When are you going to grow up, Micky?"
"And when are you doing to realise not everyone is out to get us?" Micky hit back, shocking Mike. "Jesus, it's as if you think everyone is watching us under a microscope, studying our every move. You're so damn paranoid."
Mike was shocked by Micky's words, and he rose to his feet. "I'm paranoid because if what we have gets out, we're finished. Don't you understand that?"
Mike and Micky stood face to face, and Micky stared into his partners eyes, trying to hold his ground. Eventually, Micky's shoulders slumped, and he looked to the floor.
"I'm sorry..." Micky muttered. He lifted his eyes to meet the Texan's. "I'm really sorry. I was stupid and drunk, and I should've been more careful. I shouldn't have hammered on your door."
"It ain't just that, it was when we were downstairs too." Mike said. "You putting your arm around me, askin' me not to leave. How do you think that looks, Micky?"
"I think it looks like me being me." Micky said, surely, his head tilting to the side. He gave Mike a firm look. "Come on, Mike. That's what I do. I do shit like that all the time, to everyone - not just you. I'm pretty sure I even kissed Henry on the cheek last night... I don't even remember why. But you know what I'm like, and nobody thought what I did was weird."
Again, Mike realised Micky had a point, but it was still hard for him to accept. "You don't know that..." He tried to argue.
"Yes, I do." Micky pushed gently. "Nobody has any reason to suspect there's anything going on between us. I know you're scared of people finding out, and I'm scared too. But seriously babe, if I changed who I am completely that's the only reason people will think something isn't normal."
"But I don't like it, Micky." Mike blurted out. "A part of me doesn't want you anywhere near me when we're around other people. And I know that's stupid, I know that's just me being a paranoid freak, but that's how I feel."
Micky looked surprised by Mike's admission, although he was unsure why. He nodded his head slowly, seeming to understand, and he looked to the floor.
Mike stared at his partner, feeling a mixture of emotions inside. "Why do I always end up feelin' like the bad guy?" Mike asked.
Micky looked up.
"You don't seem to grasp that even when I'm gettin' mad at you, I'm doing it for you." Mike admitted. He sighed deeply, giving in to his emotions, and he run his fingers through his hair. "Stupid boy..."
Micky's face was now soft, and he looked at Mike sympathetically. Micky stepped even close to Mike, and he lightly touched the Texan's hair. "I'm really sorry... I need to use my head more. I'd never do anything to freak you out or make you angry or whatever... not on purpose, anyway."
Mike looked up, locking eyes with his boy in front of him. He sighed deeply.
"I stuffed up..." Micky admitted. "You were right about everything, about us needing to be careful... I guess this is just harder than I thought."
"We only left home 48 hours ago." Mike said, his voice softer this time. "We have two whole months of this, Mick."
"I know." Micky nodded. "And I'll behave myself better, I promise."
Mike stared at his partner, a little unsure at first, but when Micky gave Mike a warm smile, Mike gave in.
"I love you." Micky whispered, gently wrapping his arms around Mike's neck.
Mike instantly tensed up in Micky's arms, and Micky sensed Mike's discomfort right away.
"What's the matter?" Micky asked, pulling back to look at the Texan.
Mike's face had turned hard again, and he looked deeply uncomfortable.
"Baby... no one is here." Micky assured him, sensing Mike's fears. "It's just us. The door is shut, the sign is outside... We're all alone."
"It feels weird." Mike said quietly, almost shyly, breaking eye contact with Micky.
Mike and Micky had never been together anywhere other than their houses. They had never kissed or touched or cuddled or even spoken about their relationship outside of their 'bubble', and even though Mike knew Micky was right - that they were safely locked away in a hotel room with just the two of them - Mike felt uncomfortable. He felt exposed. He felt scared.
Micky gently touched Mike's cheek before leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to Mike's forehead. "No one can touch us in here. It's just us."
Micky's words were soothing and kind, and Mike lifted his head to meet Micky's gaze. He took in a nervous breath, reaching out to touch Micky's curly hair. It was weird, because it felt like they'd spent ages apart even though they had been around each other more or less constantly for the past 48 hours.
Micky continued to watch his partner closely, waiting for Mike to relax completely. Micky leaned forward again, pressing a small kiss just beside Mike's mouth. Mike closed his eyes, and he slowly wrapped his arms around Micky's slender frame, and he pulled the slightly shorter man close into a hug.
Micky wrapped his arms around the Texan, burying his face in the crook of Mike's neck. He run his hand up and down Mike's back, soothingly, and Micky felt Mike thaw in his arms.
"I love you too, Mick." Mike sighed into Micky's shoulder.
Micky pulled back, and he run his fingers through Mike's sweep of dark hair. "Can I kiss you now?" He asked quietly.
Mike gave a small nod of the head, and Micky slowly pressed his lips to Mike's, kissing the Texan softly.
Mike felt himself melt into the kiss, and he pulled Micky closer, realising just how much he'd missed those sweet lips. Two days, that's all it had been, since they had last kissed, and yet for some stupid reason it felt like a lifetime ago.
Micky broke the kiss, and he smiled at his partner lovingly. "I'll be more understanding in future, I promise."
"It's okay..." Mike said quietly, stroking Micky's curly hair. "But this is the way it's gotta be, and I really do need to know that you can deal with that."
"I can." Micky nodded, looking confident. "But we need to make time for each other, too."
"Yeah... but we'll talk about it beforehand, okay?" Mike asked. "I can't have you banging on my door in the night again. We can't risk it, Mick."
"No... I know, I'm sorry about that, seriously. It won't happen again." Micky said regretfully. "Maybe we could get spare keys for our rooms, so we can let ourselves in? No knocking necessary."
Mike smiled weakly, still a little nervous about how they were going to handle everything in the coming weeks. "Yeah, maybe."
A few weeks into the tour, Mike had managed to relax enough for he and Micky to spend some time together, albeit not often, and not for very long. Mike did allow Micky to come to his hotel room some nights, and other nights he went to Micky's. Mike wasn't relaxed enough, however, for he and Micky to do any more than kiss and cuddle.
The group had an afternoon off before their show that coming evening. Davy was out with some of the others on a sight-seeing tour of the city, but Mike and Micky had made their excuses so they could steal a couple of hours alone together at the hotel.
Micky had been getting more and more sexually frustrated as the tour went on, and he was desperate for he and Mike to get intimate after all these weeks of doing nothing more than just making-out. Micky was hoping (more like praying) that he and Mike would take things further today. Mike and Micky had been kissing, fully-clothed, on the bed in Micky's room for several minutes, and Micky decided to take things up a notch by sliding his hand down to Mike's crotch and groping the Texan through his tight jeans.
Mike immediately removed his lips from Micky's, and he gave his slightly younger lover a disapproving look.
"What?" Micky asked innocently, although he knew full well what Mike's problem was.
"You know what." Mike said, raising his eyebrows.
Micky groaned, flopping back on the bed. "Come on, Mike. It's been weeks."
Mike visibly tensed up. "Well it ain't like it's been months." He said in his defence.
Micky lifted his head. "Aren't you horny?" He asked.
Mike looked a little uncomfortable and shrugged his shoulders.
Micky flopped his head back down again, rubbing his face in frustration. "I don't get what your problem is. Why is it okay for us to kiss and cuddle but not to do anything else?"
"What if someone walked in on us, Micky?" Mike questioned. "We could leap off the bed pretty damn quick doin' what we were doin' just now. But we'd have a hell of a lot of explaining to do if someone burst in on us naked in bed together."
"Oh my god, how many times do we have to go through this?" Micky groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Nobody is going to bust us! How would anyone get in? The door is locked!"
"The hotel staff have keys though, don't they?" Mike hit back, and Micky looked at the Texan to see him looking a little guilty.
"That's what the 'Do Not Disturb' signs are for." Micky said, sitting up. "Do you have any idea how many girls I used to fuck in hotels on tour?"
Mike looked horribly uncomfortable at the thought.
"A lot." Micky continued. "A lot of girls. And the only time someone walked in on me was- well, it was when they were invited to join us..."
"I don't want to hear about that." Mike said sternly.
"Well I'm only telling you so you learn to chill out a bit." Micky said. "These are top hotels, babe. They're not going to have their staff barging in people's rooms uninvited all the time."
Mike sat there pondering what Micky had said.
"And you might not be horny, but I am. I'm going out of my mind here, man." Micky sighed. "It's so unsatisfying to jerk off knowing I have a hot guy who I should be able to have sex with whenever I want."
Mike's head snapped up in surprise. "You've been jerking off?" He asked.
"Well yeah, of course I have." Micky shrugged. "Haven't you?"
"No." Mike replied.
"You're telling me you haven't jerked off once since we've been away?" Micky questioned, narrowing his eyes.
"No, I just told you I ain't." Mike replied a little defensively.
Micky smirked. "Well I have. A lot. Because I fear I might explode if I don't."
Mike didn't say anything, he just simply sat on the bed looking a little uncomfortable.
"What's the matter, don't you like the thought of me getting myself off?" Micky asked, a devilish glint in his eye. "I mean, I need to get my kicks somehow if you're not going to give them to me."
Mike remained silent, and Micky could tell that the Texan was feeling a little hot under the collar.
"I don't watch porn or anything," Micky continued. "I touch myself and think about you."
Micky saw Mike suck in a sharp breath.
"I touch myself and imagine it's you touching me..." Micky said, his voice deliberately a little breathy. "And I think about how good you make me feel. How hot you make me feel. Sometimes I don't even really need to touch myself; sometimes just the thought of you fucking me is enough to make me com-"
"Stop." Mike choked out, and Micky heard his partner gulp.
Micky smirked, moving closer to the tall, dark Texan. "What's the matter, baby?" He whispered seductively, wrapping his arm around Mike's shoulder and leaning into his ear. "Don't be modest. You know what you do to me."
Mike took a deep breath in, trying so hard to resist Micky.
"I know what I do to you, too." Micky whispered, planting a tiny kiss behind Mike's ear and feeling the older man shiver in response. "And I can do so much more than this..."
Before Micky knew what was happening, he was on his back, pinned to the bed with Mike hovering over him. Mike's eyes were dark and filled with lust, and his handsome face was flushed red. Micky felt such a rush inside, a rush of excitement, of arousal, and also a rush of satisfaction that he'd finally made Mike crack.
"You're trouble." Mike breathed heavily, gazing down at Micky from under heavy-lidded eyes.
"You love it." Micky smirked.
Mike kissed Micky fiercely, pawing at the man underneath him, desperate to remove Micky of his clothes. Micky was the same with Mike, and it wasn't long before they had discarded of the unwanted garments, and the pair were naked under the covers, kissing passionately.
"I have lube." Micky announced breathlessly, breaking their kiss. "I put it in the nightstand just in case."
Mike leaned over the side of the bed, pulling open the draw in the nightstand and grabbing the lubricant that was waiting for him inside.
"You knew you'd break me, didn't ya, boy?" Mike asked as he squeezed some lube into his hand, his voice low and breathless.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me for much longer." Micky said with a devilish grin.
"Turn over." Mike ordered.
Micky happily obliged, rolling onto his stomach. He suddenly tensed up both in nerves and anticipation, knowing that this would hurt a little after more than 3 weeks of no sex. Micky then felt two well lubed fingers slide inside of him and he closed his eyes, willing himself to relax and enjoy what was going to come.
When Mike was satisfied with his preparation, he removed his fingers from Micky and lubed up his painful erection. Micky laid there patiently as he felt Mike's weight on top of him, and some gentle lips press against the back of his neck.
"I'll be gentle." Mike whispered lovingly.
"Not for too long, I hope." Micky said into the pillow, his breathing already heavy.
Micky could sense Mike was smiling. "You're a bad boy." Mike said, and Micky then felt a pair of soft lips kiss his naked shoulder.
Soon though, it wasn't Mike's lips Micky could feel, but Mike's enormous erection pressing against his entrance. Micky gripped hold of the pillow, his breath already ragged and his tension building. And then he felt Mike slide inside of him, and he was overwhelmed with the most wonderful pain he could ever feel.
Mike was gentle, moving slow until he could feel Micky relax around him. It didn't take long for Micky's body to get used to Mike being inside of him again, and he let out a moan of pleasure as Mike pushed all the way inside.
Mike slowly rocked back and forth, and Micky could hear Mike's delicious breathing from above - that sexy sound that drove Micky wild, so quiet, so assured, so strong and masculine. Those gorgeous breathy little moans of pleasure that were music to Micky's ears. It felt like an eternity since Micky had heard that noise from Mike in anything other than his dreams.
Micky was so wrapped up in the incredible sensations that were floating through his body, and so wrapped up in listening to Mike's gorgeous sounds, that he'd failed to notice his own moans of pleasure were getting louder and louder. Micky pressed his face into the pillow in an attempt to stifle the noise from escaping his body.
It was good. It was so good. Actually, it was even better than Micky remembered. If someone told Micky right now that he'd have to wait another three weeks to feel this good again, he feared he might die. Micky wanted to scream. He wanted to scream out in pleasure and let the planet know how good he was feeling. All Micky could do though, was press his face hard into the pillow, gripping it tightly in his fists.
Mike started to move faster now, changing the angle of his thrusts and moving so fast that his balls started to slap against Micky's perfectly pert backside. Micky tried to reach beneath him to get hold of his own erection that was squashed between himself and the mattress, but suddenly Micky felt himself be flipped over onto his back, and there he saw Mike's gorgeous, flushed and sweaty face staring down at him with hunger and need.
Mike laid on top of Micky, kissing him deeply. Micky's head was in spin, and it only spun faster when Mike's hand latched onto his erection and started to pump Micky hard and fast.
"Ohhh fuck." Micky groaned, his head pressing hard into the pillow.
Micky was again so wrapped up in his pleasure that he hadn't even felt Mike move off of him, and suddenly Micky's eyes snapped open when he felt his hard-on get sucked into Mike's wet, hot mouth.
"Jesus!" Micky shouted, bucking his hips involuntarily.
One of Micky's hands grabbed hold of Mike's thick dark hair, while the other hand fisted the sheets underneath him. Micky bit his lip in an attempt to hold back his cries of pleasure, but Mike was giving such a first-class blow job that it was hard for Micky to contain himself.
Mike bobbed his head, sucking Micky deep into his mouth. Mike's tongue swirled around Micky's shaft before poking out as far as it would go to lick Micky's tight balls. Micky let out a loud moan of ecstasy, and a part of his brain managed to function enough for him to fear scaring Mike off with his loud moans of pleasure. Micky reached out beside him and grabbed hold of the pillow from the other side of the bed, and he held it over his face to drown out his moans.
Mike continued his treatment of Micky, sucking his curly-haired partner as far into his mouth as he could go. Micky continued to groan and buck his hips, and he already felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. Mike's mouth, lips and tongue were all too good, and Micky ended up spilling into Mike's mouth before he'd managed to give the Texan any warning.
Micky heard Mike splutter a little, but Mike had had enough experience sucking Micky off by now to handle a surprise ejaculation. Mike continued to suck Micky until he was soft, and when Micky felt Mike remove his mouth, that's when he emerged from underneath the pillow that had been covering his face.
Micky regained focus, and he stared at Mike who was now hovering over him.
"I wanted to scream your name so bad." Micky gasped, trying to catch his breath.
Mike smiled at his lover before immediately pressing his lips against Micky's. Micky wrapped his arms around the Texan's neck, and he could taste himself on Mike's tongue. Mike then guided Micky's knees up, pushing them up so he could position himself at Micky's entrance once more. Mike wasted no time in filling his lover once more, pushing deep inside and thrusting vigorously as he started to ride the road to his own climax.
Now that Micky was satisfied, he could concentrate on satisfying Mike. Micky squeezed his legs tight around Mike's waist, and he started moving his hips, pushing himself even harder onto Mike's cock. Micky studied his partner's face as Mike started to pound into him, and Micky loved watching the look of concentration written all over the Texan's face. Mike closed his eyes now, the occasional grunt falling from his delicious lips. Micky started to clench his inner muscles around Mike, and Mike tilted his head back, a low moan escaping him.
"Fuck, Mick..." Mike groaned quietly.
Micky lifted his head so that he was only a couple of inches away from Mike's ear. "Come for me, Michael." He whispered.
Mike's thrusts were erratic now, and he started to pound into Micky so hard that the headboard of the bed started to slam against the wall. Micky gripped hold of Mike's shoulders tightly, letting out a few moans of his own as Mike's body shuddered and jolted, his orgasm hitting him hard.
Mike spilled everything he had deep inside of Micky's eager body. A few more thrusts and Mike was totally spent, and he flopped down on top of Micky in a sweaty, exhausted mess.
Micky smiled in satisfaction, Mike's weight pressed on top of him. Micky could feel Mike's heart pounding through his chest, and he kissed Mike's shoulder lovingly.
Mike lifted his head. He didn't speak; he simply run his fingers through Micky's mass of curls before kissing his lover deeply. Micky sighed contently into the kiss, his hands slowly moving up and down Mike's sweat-covered back.
Mike broke the kiss before carefully pulling out of Micky and rolling onto his back. Micky turned onto his side to face the Texan.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Micky asked, a satisfied smirk on his face.
Mike turned his head to look at Micky. "You're such a bad influence on me."
Micky smirked, moving closer to Mike and draping his arm over the Texan's chest. "Mmm..." He purred.
Mike wrapped his arms around Micky, pulling him close. "That was amazin'." Mike sighed, trying to catch his breath.
"Let's not wait three weeks to do that again, please." Micky said eagerly.
Mike smiled. "No... I don't think I could wait that long, either." He agreed.
Micky lifted his head, smiling down at his lover and drawing little circles on Mike's chest. "I love you."
"I love you too, darlin'." Mike beamed, pressing his hand to the side of Micky's face.
"How about once we get our breath back, we go for round two?" Micky asked, a hopeful glint in his eye. "That went a little quick, and now I've got you into bed at last, I want to make the most of you..."
Mike smirked. "Naughty boy." He whispered, pulling Micky into a passionate kiss.
The couple kissed slowly, eagerly, passionately, trying to make the most of their time together. After about 20 seconds of kissing, they were snapped out of their moment by a knock on the door.
Micky and Mike froze, their lips still joined but their eyes snapping open. Another knock, a little louder this time, and the two of them broke their kiss. Micky's heart leapt into his throat, and he could visibly see Mike's do the same.
"Who the hell is that?" Mike whispered as quiet as humanly possible, but even through his whisper his voice had a sting to its tail.
"My eye-sight is bad enough as it is without being able to see around corners and through walls." Micky replied, frustrated that their moment had been interrupted.
The door knocked again, only this time it was followed by a voice.
"Micky? Are you in there?"
Davy.
"I'm just coming!" Micky called back without thinking, infuriating Mike.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Mike growled under his breath as Micky scrambled from off the top of him and jumped out of bed.
"Well it might be something important," Micky begun, grabbing his jeans from the floor and hurriedly pulling them on. "He might find it weird if he goes off and can't find you either."
Mike leapt out of bed, gathering his clothes from the floor. He looked nothing short of mortified.
"Don't worry, just hide in the bathroom." Micky whispered as he zipped up his jeans. "I'll tell him I was taking a nap."
Mike looked furious. He hurried into the bathroom, his clothes bunched up in his arms, and he glared at Micky. "Get rid of him." He ordered, his voice low and dark.
The door knocked again. "Micky?!" Davy called through, clearly getting impatient.
"Just a second!" Micky called back.
Micky smiled awkwardly at Mike before closing the door between them. Micky then rushed to the door to the room and opened it to find his English band mate waiting for him.
"Bloody hell, what took you so long?" Davy asked, pushing into the room before Micky had a chance to respond.
"I was taking a nap." Micky replied, his voice a little breathless as he felt nerves bubble in his stomach. He followed Davy into the room. "What do you want?"
Davy ended up just in front of the un-made bed that Micky and Mike had been screwing in just minutes before. "Two birds just chased me through the street!" He exclaimed.
Micky blinked hard, nervously glancing at the bathroom door. "Do you actually mean birds, or do you mean women?" He questioned.
"Women! Girls!" Davy said, his voice a little raised. "I thought those days were over, man, but I was just walkin' along, minding me own business and all that, and then all I hear is; "Davy! Davy!" and before I know it, they're running at me, all lip-gloss and heels, you know? And they can't be any more than 15 years old, but they were scary, runnin' straight at me, little ol' me all on my tod. And all I could do was run, man, just run back to the hotel. I thought they were gonna eat me alive."
Micky stared at Davy blankly, processing what he said. "Well what happened to the others? The sight-seeing trip?"
"Oh, that was boring," Davy replied, sitting on the edge of Micky's bed. "I thought I'd go off on my own and do a bit of shopping - big mistake. So now I'm bored and I wondered if you wanted to hang out."
"O-Oh." Micky stammered, lying not being one of his strong points. "Well, uh, now's not a very good time, Davy..."
"Why not?" Davy questioned, standing up again with an eyebrow raised. "I thought you were just having a nap?"
Micky stared at Davy blankly, trying to figure out what to say next. His heart was pounding in his chest, knowing that there was just a bathroom door between Davy finding out about his and Mike's not-so-little secret.
Davy observed the room and clearly picked up on the un-made bed, and he then turned to Micky's half-naked state. Davy then snorted, cracking up, and he put his hand over his mouth. "Oh shit, have you got a girl in here?" He asked in a whisper, giggling as he did so.
Micky felt the heat rise in his face, but he realised it wasn't a bad story to go along with. "Uh, yeah... yeah, I have." Micky replied.
"Shit!" Davy giggled, slapping Micky on the arm playfully. "I'm so sorry, man. Where is she?"
"She's in the bathroom." Micky replied, feeling a rush of both nerves and adrenaline. Davy turned to look at the bathroom door, and Micky suddenly felt panicked that Davy would just barge in there. "But don't go in there!" He said quickly, causing Davy to look at him with a puzzled expression. "She's uh, she's really shy."
"Shy? That don't sound like your type, mate." Davy replied. "But I'm hardly gonna go in there, am I? What do you take me for?"
"Yeah... Sorry." Micky scratched his head awkwardly.
"So who is she? Is she the bird you were chattin' to in the bar last night?" Davy questioned.
"Uh, yeah, yeah - that's her." Micky nodded, trying to look confident.
"Oh, nice one, man. She was a right looker, she was." Davy said.
Micky was wondering why Davy wasn't taking the hint and leaving.
"Yeah... Well, we were kinda in the middle of something, so uh, if you don't mind, uh-"
Davy finally caught on. "Oh! Yeah, of course, no worries." Davy turned, walking back towards the door. Micky followed him, wanting to escort him out.
"Thanks, man." Micky said as Davy opened the door, stepping out into the corridor.
"You dirty dog, you." Davy said on the hush, punching Micky playfully on the arm. Micky laughed awkwardly. "It's good you're back in the saddle again, mate. It feels like ages since I've since you with a girl, since you split up with Samantha anyway."
"Yup... well, I guess it's time to move on." Micky smiled, now desperate to get rid of Davy.
"Well have fun." Davy winked, and he chuckled to himself as he turned to leave.
Micky closed the door behind Davy, and he leaned up against it, breathing a sigh of relief. Micky's nerves mainly stemmed by how annoyed Mike would surely have been being shut away in the bathroom so close to getting caught out. Micky took a deep breath, himself personally finding it all a little amusing, and he walked back into the room to tell Mike that the coast was clear.
Micky gently tapped on the bathroom door before opening it to find Mike, now fully clothed, standing there with a face like thunder.
"He's gone." Micky announced a little sheepishly.
Mike stormed back into the bedroom. "Why the hell did you tell him you had a girl in here?"
"What was I meant to say? "No, Davy, I don't have a girl in here, but I have a man. About 6ft 2, dark hair, Texan... you remember Mike, don't you?" - I can see that going down real well." Micky replied, letting out a little laugh.
Mike looked furious. "Do you think this is a fucking joke?" He snapped.
"Hey, relax." Micky stressed, holding his hands out, gesturing for Mike to calm down. "It's all cool, Davy doesn't suspect anything. He knew something was going on, it'd look weird if I tried to lie about it."
Mike stared at Micky seriously, his fury seeming to waver slightly. Mike then slumped down on the bed, putting his face in his hands.
"Hey, come on." Micky said softly, sitting down beside the stressed-out Texan. "It's fine. He has no reason to suspect anything."
"You shouldn't have let him in here." Mike said into his hands.
"I thought it could've been important. And then what if he went off and couldn't find you either?" Micky said. "You're the one who always says we need to keep everyone sweet so they don't suspect anything."
Mike sighed into his hands.
"Just the other day everyone was asking me about why I don't seem to pick up any girls anymore. At least now this gets them off my back for a while." Micky went on.
Mike rubbed his face before looking up at Micky with sad eyes.
"Please don't stress." Micky said, wrapping his arm around Mike and rubbing his back. "No harm has been done."
"But what if he walked in the bathroom, huh?" Mike wondered. "What then?"
"He wouldn't have done that." Micky said, tilting his head to the side. "Come on, babe. Everything is fine. You worry too much."
"Well one of us needs to worry..." Mike muttered quietly to himself.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Micky asked. He stared at Mike, confused by that comment.
"Forget it." Mike replied.
Micky decided to ignore that comment for now, so he leaned in and kissed Mike on the cheek. "Let's forget about Davy. Why don't we pick up from where we left off?"
"You want us to have sex again now?" Mike questioned, looking totally perplexed.
"Well we were gonna before we were interrupted." Micky said, pulling away from Mike enough so he could look at him. "And he's gone now, so what's the big deal?"
Mike took a slow, steady breath, as if he was trying to keep himself calm. He slowly rose to his feet and took a few steps away from the bed. Micky watched him curiously, wondering when his Texan lover was going to stop being so uptight.
Micky sighed, feeling a little defeated. A part of him completely understood Mike's fears, but on the other hand Micky felt that Mike took things too hard and too seriously, and it frustrated him no end.
"Fine." Micky sighed. "We don't have to go back to bed. But will you at least stay here with me so we can hang out?"
Mike looked thoughtful, as if he was facing some inner battle. He finally conceded. "Alright. I'll stay for a while longer."
"Good." Micky replied.
Micky also stood up, and he wrapped his arms around Mike, pulling him into a gentle hug. "Please don't worry so much." He whispered softly.
Mike didn't reply; he just hugged Micky back.