The last few weeks of the tour were a bit of a blur - especially for Micky. Micky had finally got his head around his situation with Samantha and the fact that he was going to become a father, although he still had his moments where the reality scared the life out of him.
The tour had been a success, and the band and its management were all happy with how it had turned out. Everyone was exhausted and pleased to be home after two months on the road.
Micky had been to his house to unpack and freshen up after a day of travelling, and once he'd sorted himself out he went straight to Mike's house. Mike answered the door, hearing it knock, and smirked when he saw his curly-haired partner standing outside.
"Hello." Mike said with a glint in his eye.
Micky grinned, stepping into the house. "Are you alone?"
"I certainly am." Mike replied.
Micky turned, locking the door behind him, and before Mike could realise what was happening, Micky crashed his lips against the Texan's and pinned him to the wall. Micky kissed Mike fiercely, hungrily, as if he'd been starved of Mike's love for so long. Mike felt just the same, wrapping his arms around the younger man and pawing at him almost desperately.
Micky paused, breaking the kiss for a second. He stared at Mike from under heavy-lidded eyes. "I need you so bad." He said breathlessly.
Mike's hands instantly went to the bottom of Micky's t-shirt, and he hastily un-tucked it from Micky's jeans, yanking it up and over Micky's curly-head. "Get up those stairs." Mike ordered, tossing the shirt onto the floor.
Micky smirked, and he grabbed hold of Mike's hand, virtually dragging the Texan up the stairs. As soon as they had reached the top, it was Mike's turn to pounce on Micky and he pushed him against the wall, crashing their lips together once more. Micky fumbled with the buttons of Mike's shirt, desperately trying to get them undone as fast as possible. Mike's lips moved to Micky's neck and he sucked on it hard, biting down a little and causing Micky to moan.
"I like that I can be as loud as I want now." Micky purred, finally getting the last of Mike's shirt-buttons undone as Mike kissed down Micky's lightly-haired chest.
"And I'm really gonna make you moan." Mike responded, his voice low and husky, breathing heavily into Micky's skin.
Micky aggressively shoved the shirt of Mike's shoulders, and Mike shrugged the shirt off the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor. Micky's hands then went to work on Mike's jeans, and he pushed the Texan backwards as he quickly got the flies undone.
They finally ended up in Mike's bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them. Mike shoved his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his now raging-hard on, while Micky made work of getting rid of his own pants. Mike kissed his partner fiercely once more as Micky kicked off his slip-on shoes, and Mike pulled Micky's jeans down. Mike broke the kiss to look down; Micky wasn't wearing any underwear.
Mike smirked at his lover as Micky kicked off his jeans. Micky then attached his lips to Mike's neck this time, sucking and nibbling, moving his lips up to Mike's jaw as Mike pushed Micky towards the bed.
"I want it rough..." Micky breathed into Mike's skin.
Mike pulled back so he could look at his boy's face. Micky's eyes were dark, filled with lust and love. Mike could visibly see the desire pulsing through Micky's body, right from his eyes and down into his crotch. Mike loved it when Micky was like this. Mike happily obliged Micky's request, shoving his boy onto the bed hard.
Micky laid back, smirking hungrily at the older man who was now standing over him.
"You're a bad boy." Mike said, pausing to take in the sight of Micky sprawled on his bed.
Micky simply grinned before rolling onto his stomach and propping himself up on his hands and knees, totally offering himself to the Texan.
Mike could hardly control himself, and he virtually leapt onto the bed to join his waiting lover. Micky's ass was flawless - such a perfect target. Mike couldn't resist slapping the palm of his hand flat against that delicious buttocks, and Micky wiggled in response.
"Don't go easy on me." Micky almost begged. "I've been waiting this."
Mike shuddered, gripping hold of Micky's butt-cheeks in either hand, pulling them apart to see the most precious of openings. Mike buried his face between those cheeks, pushing his tongue into his lover and instantly hearing Micky moan in response. Micky had showered; Mike could tell. He smelt good enough to eat - like oranges - and he tasted just as good, too. Already Micky was moaning louder than Mike had heard him moan in weeks; all those nights in hotel rooms where Micky had had to hold himself back, to contain that beautiful voice from letting out noises that would most certainly be heard on the floors below and above.
Now though, there was nothing stopping Micky from singing the song that only Mike could hear him sing, and it was music - the best kind of music - to Mike's ears. Mike kneaded Micky's ass in his hands, pushing his tongue inside his partner as far as it could go. Micky fisted the bed covers beneath him, his body moving in response.
"Mike," Micky gasped. "That feels so good."
"Mmm..." Mike hummed, revelling in the sensations he was causing his boy.
"I need more." Micky begged. "I need you right now."
Mike removed his face, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Micky peered over his shoulder at his lover, and already Mike could see the curly-haired man was flushed and his face was glowing with need.
"Forget about lube." Micky said breathlessly as he shook his head. "No more wasting time. I'm so ready for this."
"Fuck, Micky." Mike muttered, his mind blown by how desperate his partner clearly needed to be fucked.
Mike spat in the palm of his hand and coated his erection with saliva. He positioned himself behind Micky before slipping inside with relative ease.
Micky shuddered as Mike entered him, and Mike closed his eyes, loving how tight and warm it was being inside this beautiful young man. The couple had only had full-sex about three times in the entire two months they spent on tour, and Mike couldn't help but feel like they had to make up for lost time. Mike thrust slow and deep inside Micky, hearing the slightly younger man's voice start moaning quietly in response. Mike felt such a relief to be able to make love to Micky without the fear of someone overhearing them or bursting into the room; Mike felt like he could properly enjoy this for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Harder..." Micky breathed, snapping Mike out of his thoughts.
Mike gripped hold of Micky's hips, and he looked down as his erection slipped in and out of Micky's perfect backside. Mike quickened his pace, and he begun moaning himself as Micky started rocking back and forwards on the bed, pushing himself further onto Mike's cock.
"Ughhhh Mike." Micky groaned, his voice rising in volume. "Fuck me, Mike."
"Jesus, Mick." Mike gasped, his head in a spin.
When Micky talked dirty to Mike, whether during love-making or not, it had the ability to make Mike unravel. Micky's soft, sweet, almost feminine voice sounded so sexy when it was using dirty words, and especially when it was asking Mike to do dirty things and give more. Micky sure as hell wasn't holding himself back this time, and Mike was more than happy to go along with it.
"More, Mike." Micky begged, fisting the sheets below into tight balls.
Micky continued to rock back and forth, and Mike decided to keep perfectly still. Mike held onto Micky's hips hard, and he watched as his boy pushed himself back even harder and faster, effectively fucking himself on Mike's dick. Mike looked down, watching Micky's lively body do all the work and listening to the glorious sounds that were now escaping his partner's mouth at an even louder volume. Mike did feel like the luckiest man on earth.
Mike pushed forward as Micky pushed back, burying himself deep inside of Micky and causing his balls to slap against the younger man's backside in a loud smack. Micky cried out in response, and when Mike slightly changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting that sensitive spot inside of the curly haired man, Micky saw stars.
"Mike!" Micky shouted, his upper body collapsing. "Oh yeah, right there!"
If it didn't feel so good, Mike would probably laugh. Mike thought back to the few times they had made love on tour, with a pillow covering poor Micky's face to stifle his moans. Mike could almost feel Micky's relief at being able to be as loud as he wanted again after being forced to be quiet for so long.
"You're such a naughty boy." Mike breathed, taking full control once more.
Mike pressed his hand against the base of Micky's back - that was now covered in a light layer of sweat - and slid his hand down his lover's body. With Mike's free hand, he slapped Micky's ass again hard, much harder than before, and he felt Micky shudder and clench his muscles around him.
"Mmmm...yeah..." Micky moaned, his head tilting backwards.
"You like that, huh?" Mike asked, quickening his pace and deepening his thrusts.
"Again..." Micky groaned, wiggling his body in response.
Mike slapped the palm of his hand against that perfect target once more, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to cause Micky any real pain - that wasn't in Mike's nature to do anything to hurt Micky, even if Micky asked for it.
"You're unbelievable, Micky." Mike breathed heavily, looking down at where their two bodies joined. "You feel amazing."
Micky's words became incoherent as his pleasure built and built. Micky's hand disappeared underneath him to attend to his own erection, and Mike watched as his boy started to pumped himself hard and fast, in time with the rhythm that Mike had now set.
Mike felt his whole body begin to get tenser and tenser. There was no way this was ever going to last too long, and Mike felt the end was rapidly approaching now. Mike gripped hold of Micky's hips hard, and his head spun more and more; everything became a blur of moans and sweat and thrusting, the bed was shaking and Mike could feel Micky's body get tighter and tighter around him as both their orgasms approached.
Micky was the first to blow, and his entire body shuddered and jolted as he exploded over the covers beneath him, a loud cry of pleasure leaving his mouth as he did so. Micky's whole body tightened around Mike even more, and Mike could control himself no longer. A few more deep, hard thrusts into Micky and Mike released all he had inside that glorious channel.
Mike instantly withdrew, flopping down on the bed beside Micky. Micky rolled over to avoid laying in the little pool of come beneath him, and collapsed half on-top of his sweaty, panting partner.
"Wow." Mike breathed after a few seconds silence.
"Mmm..." Micky nodded, trying to catch his breath.
Micky then lifted his head to look at the Texan. Micky brushed back Mike's dark hair before kissing him on the lips deeply. When Micky broke the kiss, he smiled at his partner with fire in his eyes.
"I really liked that I could call your name." Micky smirked.
Mike chuckled. "I liked hearing it." He said, reaching up and running his fingers through Micky's curls. "I've missed that voice."
Micky rested his head on Mike's chest, wrapping his arms around the slightly taller man. "You felt so good." He said into Mike's skin. Mike laughed again, a low hearty chuckle, and Micky lifted his head once more. "What's funny?" He asked.
"You." Mike replied, beaming at Micky. "You got the sweetest face I've ever seen, and the sweetest voice I ever heard. You look like an angel, like a goddamn cherub or somethin'... and then you say you want it rough, that you wanna be spanked and fucked hard. And you just blow my mind, baby."
Micky grinned, rubbing the tip of his nose against the Texan's. "I can't help it. You drive me mad. You do things to me I didn't even think were possible."
Mike continued to smile at his boy, and he run his fingers through Micky's mass of curls once more. "Right back at ya, babe. I don't even think you realise just how wild you make me feel."
"I think I have some idea." Micky grinned, pressing his lips against Mike's again in a gentle kiss.
The couple then climbed under the covers, as the dampness from their sweat was slowly beginning to cool them down, and they cuddled together once more, with Micky returning to his usual spot resting his head on Mike's chest.
"As much as I enjoyed the tour, I'm pretty happy that we're home now," Micky begun thoughtfully. "I'm looking forward to getting back to normality. Well, our version or normality anyway."
Mike was silent as he listened to his lover, tracing his fingers up and down Micky's toned, tanned back.
"Like it'll be nice for us to not be confined to hotel rooms anymore. That was getting to be such a drag." Micky continued.
"We'll just be confined to a house instead." Mike added a little regretfully.
"Two houses, and two big gardens - that's totally different." Micky said. "We don't have to speak in hushed voices in case someone is outside the door. And we get to wake up together, too. We haven't woken up together in two whole months."
"We spent the night together in Chicago." Mike said, one of his hands still dancing up and down Micky's naked back, and the other losing itself in Micky's curly hair.
"That doesn't count," Micky replied. "You only stayed with me because I was drunk, and when I woke up you weren't even in bed with me. I'm talking about waking up together properly, with our legs knotted together and your arms wrapped around me. I've missed that."
Mike smiled sadly. "I have too." He said quietly.
The pair were silent for a few moments, until Micky lifted his head to look at the Texan curiously. "What are you thinking?" Micky asked, sensing that something was on his partners mind.
"Well..." Mike begun cautiously. "Speaking of when we were in Chicago, there's somethin' I've been meaning to ask you about."
"Oh yeah?" Micky asked, intrigued. "What is it?"
"When you were drunk that night, you know, 'cause you were stressed out about Samantha and the baby n'all that... you said somethin'." Mike said, speaking slowly. "You said you were sick of all the lies, that you hated that we couldn't be honest with everyone about us. You seemed really cut up about it."
"And you're only mentioning this now?" Micky asked, his face falling somewhat.
"Well we ain't had much time to talk, have we?" Mike said. "It's been playin' on my mind."
Micky sighed. "I was drunk, babe." He said. "I say stupid shit at the best of times, let alone when I'm wasted."
"Did you mean it?" Mike questioned, staring at his boy hard.
Micky broke eye-contact with Mike for a moment which unsettled the Texan. "Well of course it'd be easier if we didn't have to lie. Of course it'd be cool if we could just be straight with everyone." Micky replied. "But it is the way it is and that's cool too. I can live with it."
Mike tensed up, his whole body and mind becoming uncomfortable. "I don't want you to live with it. You say it like it's some sorta disease you're stuck with."
"That's not what I said at all." Micky replied, his face immediately turning into a frown. "Don't put words in my mouth."
Mike sat up and rubbed his face, the relief and after-glow of great sex fading fast. He was again visibly stressed out.
"Hey, what are you being like that for?" Micky asked, as concerned as he was annoyed.
"I'm sorry." Mike sighed. "I just... I want you to be okay."
"I am okay. Do I look like I'm not okay?" Micky asked, he too sitting up. "You should learn not to take things too seriously. I was drunk."
"But you said you meant what you said about hatin' all the lying." Mike hit back, looking at Micky.
"Oh my god." Micky groaned, laying back down and covering his eyes with his hands. He took a deep breath before looking at Mike. "I'd just found out my ex-girlfriend is having my baby and wants us to be a family, and I couldn't even tell her the real reason why that's never gonna happen. I was stressed out and I was drunk. Of course it'd be great if things were a bit different, but just because they aren't it doesn't mean I'm not okay or I'm not happy. What the hell do I have to do to prove that to you?"
Mike watched Micky as he spoke, and Micky looked almost pained at having to reassure his partner yet again. Mike felt guilty that he'd clearly stressed out the curly-haired man.
"I'm sorry." Mike said again, sighing deeply. "You just got a lot goin' on at the moment and I don't want to add to the stress of it."
"You're right; I have got stuff going on. I need to see Samantha in the next couple of days, and I also need to tell my mom she's going to be a grandma." Micky said. "I need your support, I don't need you stressing out and worrying over something stupid I said when I was drunk."
Mike pondered what Micky had said. "You have my support, babe. Of course you do. It was just hard for me to hear you say that stuff, that's all. You're under a lot of pressure - we both are - and I just..." He trailed off.
"Just what?" Micky pressed, sitting up and looking at the Texan curiously.
Mike sighed, giving in. "I just don't want you to... crack, under the pressure." Mike looked away, feeling guilty for feeling that way and even worse for saying it.
"So what, you think it's all going to get too much for me and I'm going to leave you, is that it?" Micky asked, a little put out.
"I dunno..." Mike replied quietly, looking down at the quilt that covered them. "I know it ain't easy for you to lie to everyone, and it's hard for me too, but... With everythin' that you've got going on with Samantha and the baby, I just don't want to make things worse or more difficult for you, because you have to keep our secret on top of everything else."
Micky rubbed his face with his hand. "I can't believe we're even having this conversation." He said, looking and sounding a little defeated. "I thought we were going to have a nice night together, just you and me spending some quality time together for the first time in two months. We just had some amazing sex and all I wanted to do was just hang out with you, just lay with you and kiss and cuddle and make love all night and now you've gone and ruined it."
Micky laid down again, this time with his arms folded. He looked both annoyed and a little hurt, and Mike felt awful.
"I'm sorry, baby." Mike said, his voice sincere. "I didn't mean- I didn't mean to upset ya. I didn't mean for it to turn into this. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
"I am okay." Micky replied. "Or at least I was before you started questioning me. God, it's like I can't say anything right. I don't know what I have to do to prove to you that I'm happy with the way things are. I tell you I love you every day, I let you throw me on the bed and fuck me senseless, I smile with you and I laugh with you, what more do you want me to do?"
Mike closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. "I can't help worrying about you, Mick. I fucking love you, boy."
"And I love you too. I worry about you too, only when I ask you what's up, most of the time you ignore me or say everything is fine." Micky hit back. "I still see you sitting there, a million miles away, and I have no idea what's going on in your head. You make out I'm the only one that matters, or that you're the only one that gives a shit. Well I give a shit about you too, so I'm going to ask you now; can you deal with lying to everyone?"
Mike stared at Micky almost blankly, quite surprised by the question. "Yes. Of course I can."
Micky propped himself up on his elbows. "Can you? Or are you just so distracted by worrying about me that you don't stop to think about yourself?"
Mike opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out - he wasn't sure how to answer that. Mike thought about Micky's question carefully. "I'm different to you. I'm not as open about my personal life as you are. You're more sharing - and more caring - than I am. We've been through this before."
"Right." Micky said, slumping back down and crossing his arms once more. "So you agree we're covering old ground here."
Mike nodded his head slowly, accepting Micky's point. "I weren't trying to upset you, Mick." He said gently. "I can't help the way I feel."
Micky looked towards the Texan, and his face softened slightly. "Then just trust me when I say that I'm happy." He said, sitting up and moving closer to his lover. "Things are the way they are right now, and that's cool. I told you that when we agreed to do this in the first place. For you, it's all worth it. All of it."
Mike smiled sympathetically. He lifted his hand to Micky's hair, touching it lightly.
"Please don't worry about me." Micky continued. "Sneaking around is tough sometimes, but it's a small price to pay. And you never know what the future holds; it might not always be this way."
Mike's face fell slightly, and he swallowed hard. Mike disagreed with what Micky had said, but he decided to let it lie for now. Mike smiled - a forced smile at first, but when he saw Micky smile back, it became genuine.
"You worry too much." Micky whispered, leaning in to the Texan and gently stroking his hair. "Please don't worry."
Mike nodded his head. Micky leaned in and kissed Mike on the lips gently before rubbing the tips of their noses together in another Eskimo kiss. "Now," Micky said. "I don't want our first proper night together in months to be spent arguing or stressing each other out."
Mike's mouth curled up at the sides. "Well what would you like us to do then?" He asked.
Micky grinned. "I can think of a few things."