Two days later, Micky arrived at Mike's house after a strenuous day. Micky had been to see both Samantha and his mother, and by the time he reached Mike's house at the end of the day, he was feeling rather stressed out.

Mike let Micky inside, and Micky smiled weakly at his lover. "How were the boys?" Micky asked, as Mike had spent that day with his children.

"They were great," Mike replied as Micky walked inside. "It was so good to see 'em. I swear they've grown since we've been away."

The couple walked into the lounge. "Did they like the gifts you brought them?" Micky wondered.

"Yup, they were really pleased." Mike smiled, about to sit down. "But how was your day?"

"Before we do or say anything, I need a stiff drink." Micky responded, walking over to the small bar where Mike stored his alcohol. "Do you want one?"

"Just a little somethin'. Whatever you're havin'." Mike replied.

Micky poured them both a small glass of scotch each, though Micky knocked his back right away before pouring himself a slightly smaller glass once more.

"I'm guessing it didn't go so well?" Mike asked, his tone worried.

Micky walked to where Mike was sitting on the couch. He handed his partner a glass before sitting down beside him. "It could've been worse, I suppose." Micky replied. "Samantha was okay. Actually, it went even better than I expected. She actually seemed to accept that nothing was going to happen between us... I gave her that book I brought, you know, the one about pregnancy. She seemed to appreciate it, but I told her I knew I had to do a hell of a lot more than just buy her stuff, you know?"

Mike nodded, listening carefully, taking a few sips of his scotch as he did so.

"And I told her what we'd talked about, you know, about me opening a bank account just for the baby." Micky went on. "And I told her that she could dip into it whenever she needed to. I just wanted to make her feel secure, you know? I really don't want her to think I'm just gonna bail on her when the going gets tough."

"And do you think she believed you?" Mike wondered.

Micky nodded. "I think so. I mean, it was a lot more relaxed than the last time we spoke. She didn't get upset or anything, and she seemed much more, I don't know, calm, I guess. I was pretty happy with how it went. I feel like we've made some progress."

"Well that's really good, Mick." Mike smiled.

"Yeah... Well, it was good, until I saw my mom." Micky sighed, rubbing his face with his hand and taking another large sip of his drink. "I didn't think I was going to be able to tell her, but I did... and she was so happy, man. Like, you should've seen her face. It was like the best news she'd ever heard until I told her that me and Samantha still weren't a couple, and we weren't going to be either. And she flipped out. She totally didn't get why I wasn't with Sammy, and she said that I should just "do the right thing" and marry her. Ugh."

Mike looked down sadly.

"I had to tell her the same thing I told Samantha; I had to tell her that I was in love with someone else." Micky continued, sighing heavily. "It was so hard. She looked so disappointed in me. I mean, by the end I think she got it, you know? But she still wasn't as happy as she could've been. I really think she's disappointed in me."

Mike looked up. "I'm sure she ain't, Mick." He said gently. "It'll just be the shock, that's all. She'll come round."

"I hope so." Micky said, looking a little defeated. "I guess it's only a matter of time before everyone else finds out now. God, people are going to think I'm a total asshole."

"Well even if they do, once that baby comes and you're a great father, they won't think that no more." Mike said, his voice an almost calming influence on Micky. "And who cares what anyone else thinks anyway? You need to stop worryin' so much about what people think of ya. They don't mean shit, Micky. The only thing that matters is that the baby is gonna have two parents that love her. Or him."

Micky stared at the Texan and managed a small smile. "Do you think?" He asked.

"I do think." Mike reassured him. "No one else matters apart from you, Samantha and the baby."

"You matter." Micky said seriously.

Mike took another sip of his drink. "At least your mom knows now." He said, ignoring Micky's comment. "You ain't got to worry about hiding that from her anymore. And she'll come round, trust me. You're givin' her a grandchild for Christ's sakes."

Micky nodded slowly. "I guess so." He said, pondering Mike's words. "I just don't want to let anyone down."

"You couldn't even if you tried; you ain't got it in ya." Mike said matter-of-factly.

Micky smiled, grateful that Mike somehow always managed to make him feel better. He sighed deeply, almost contently, trying to let the stress of the day wash over him. Micky blew out a deep breath. "That's enough about me. How was your day with the boys? Tell me what you did."

Mike smiled weakly. "Well, we had a good day, but it weren't all good." He replied a little sadly. "I got a call from my mom today. My grandma is sick."

Micky frowned. "It's nothing serious, is it?"

Mike shrugged his shoulders. "We don't know. She won't see a doctor, will she?" He replied, referring to his family's strict belief in Christian Science. "Apparently she's been under the weather for a while. They didn't mention it while we were on tour 'cause they didn't see a point. But the last couple'a days she's gotten worse... I dunno. I need to go see her. I said I'd go to Texas within the next couple of days."

Micky rubbed his face. "Why didn't you say something sooner? There's me going on about my shit, while your grandma is sick."

Mike shook his head. "It don't matter." He said. "I just need to see her as soon as I can."

"Do they think it's something really bad?" Micky asked, concerned.

Mike shrugged again. "Well she ain't gettin' any younger. I mean, hopefully it's nothin'. But at this point we ain't sure and I ain't gonna be happy until I've seen her for myself."

Micky was thoughtful for a moment. An idea came into his head, but he was pretty damn certain that Mike wouldn't go along with it. "Do you want me to come with you..?" Micky asked, almost nervously - more in hope that expectancy.

"To Texas?" Mike asked. He gave Micky a confused look.

"Yeah. I could come with you." Micky replied hopefully.

Mike smiled weakly. "You know you can't, babe." He said, causing Micky's heart to sink.

"Well, I could. I mean, I'd stay out of the way, but at least I'd be there." Micky said.

Mike shook his head. "No, Mick. But thank you." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

Micky nodded slowly, looking down. "Okay." He said, looking into his glass of scotch. "As long as you're sure."

Mike reached out and gently touched the top of Micky's ear. "Hey," He said. "I'll be fine on my own. I'll only be a couple of days, all bein' well."

Micky looked up. "I know how close you are to your grandma. I don't like the thought of you worrying on your own."

Mike smiled. It was a warm, loving smile. "You're a good boy, Mick." He said gently. "But you don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll be back by the weekend to see the boys."

Micky looked at his partner with uncertainty. Micky was fairly certain that Mike was more worried than he was letting on, and looking back it had been obvious that something wasn't quite right with Mike from the moment Micky had come in - only Micky had been too wrapped up in his own troubles to realise it right away. Mike was close to his grandmother and Micky could see in the Texan's eyes that he was deeply concerned for her health - even if he didn't come out and say it.

"You are allowed to be worried, you know." Micky said almost nervously after a few seconds of silence.

"I'm fine." Mike repeated, a little blunter than before. "Honestly. I'm sure it ain't nothin' serious. Maybe she has a virus or something."

Micky nodded slowly. "Yeah, maybe." He said. "I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Of course she will." Mike stated confidently. "I'm sorry I have to leave again so soon though. I was lookin' forward to spending the week with ya, but it ain't working out like that. I'm sorry."

"Don't be silly, you don't have to apologise; it can't be helped." Micky replied sympathetically. "I'll miss you, but I'll be here when you get back, won't I?"

Mike nodded with a small smile. "Yeah. And then we'll spend some quality time together, I promise."

So Mike went to Texas, managing to get a flight the next day. While Mike did call Micky the two days he was there, it didn't do much to stem Micky's worries; Mike wasn't big at talking on the phone, and Micky was never really sure what his partner was thinking or feeling, or exactly what was going on there. All Mike would say was that his grandmother "could be better", but that he was "just fine".

Mike was home by Friday evening, in time to spend the weekend with his children who he so desperately wanted to catch up with after only spending a few hours with them earlier in the week; it had been a long two months on the road without seeing his boys, and although he'd called them every day, it wasn't the same as seeing them in person.

Sunday evening, Micky was in his home waiting for Mike to arrive. Micky had missed Mike almost painfully over the past five days, and he was desperate to catch-up with his partner and make sure he was okay. Micky wasn't sure exactly when Mike would arrive, so he tried to kill the time until then by burying his head in one of his many science fiction novels.

"Hello, angel."

Micky flinched, a voice breaking his concentration; Micky had been so involved in his book that he hadn't heard Mike sneak into the house. Micky looked up to see the tall Texan standing in the doorway, a half-smile on his face.

Micky quickly closed his book and stood up.

"I didn't mean to scare ya." Mike said, walking into the room.

"I didn't even hear you come in," Micky said, walking up to his partner and staring at him through loving eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm better for seeing you." Mike replied, holding his arms out to his boy.

Micky hugged Mike, sliding his arms around the Texan's back and pulling him close.

"I missed you." Micky whispered.

"I missed you too." Mike replied, stroking Micky's hair gently. He pulled back and smiled at his lover. "How dumb are we, huh? I only saw you on Tuesday. I ain't even been away from ya for a week."

Micky laughed a little. "I know." He said. "But we were so used to be together every single day on tour. Even if it wasn't just you and me, we were still around each other. I feel like I've been missing an arm or something this week."

Mike nodded. "Me too." He admitted, gazing at Micky. "But I'm here now."

Micky took hold of Mike's hand, leading him to the couch where they sat down. "And now you're here, you can tell me everything." Micky said. "You're so vague on the phone, babe. It drives me mad."

"I'm sorry." Mike said a little guiltily. "But there ain't been much to say."

"How's your grandmother? How is she really?" Micky wondered.

"Well, she were in high spirits, even if she weren't feelin' too good." Mike replied, getting comfy on the couch. "She actually seemed a little brighter by the time I left, so that's somethin' at least. I called Ma again today and she said there's no change, but Grandma ain't gettin' no worse either. So I guess that's good news."

Micky nodded. "I think that's good, yeah."

"So hopefully she'll get better soon." Mike said optimistically. "But I'll keep callin' every day to make sure she's alright."

"And have you been alright?" Micky asked, narrowing his eyes.

"'Course I have." Mike replied, nonchalant. "Apart from missin' you. I really did miss you, Mick. I told myself I were bein' silly, that I wasn't even gonna be away from ya for that long, but I couldn't help it. It's like what you said; it's like I were missin' an arm or something. It was really weird."

"Well I'm kinda glad I'm not the only one." Micky said with a shy smile. "I didn't really know what to do with myself. I mean, I caught up with everyone which was cool, but all I really wanted to do was see you. How stupid is that?"

Mike smiled, running his fingers through Micky's hair. He stared into his partner's eyes, and Micky felt butterflies. Mike leaned forward a little, almost teasing Micky, and Micky followed suit, closing the gap between their faces. Mike moved the hand from Micky's hair down to Micky's face, and he lightly stroked the younger man's cheek with the side of his finger.

Micky smiled and locked eyes with the Texan. Micky placed his hand on top of Mike's, lacing their fingers together. He beamed at his partner before pressing his lips gently against the slightly older man's. They kissed, slowly and gently at first, with Micky's hand moving to the back of Mike's head. It was a tender and loving kiss, and when the couple pulled apart, they were both a little breathless.

Micky smiled, his face still not far from Mike's. Mike traced the side of his finger down Micky's cheek and along his jaw line, almost marvelling at the boy in front of him.

"You know what I missed about you?" Mike asked quietly.

Micky shook his head, causing the Texan to smile. "I missed your laugh. And I missed seeing you smile. I missed the way your hair smells when you've just showered, and the way you look when you're sleepin'. I missed the way your nose twitches when you're asleep, and the way you look when you wake up in the mornin'. I missed watchin' you read, and hearin' you sing. I missed the way you look at me like I'm the most important man on earth, even though I can't understand for the life of me why you'd think that. I missed- I missed it all. All of it. All of you. And I was only away from ya for five days. I think I might be addicted to you."

Micky could hardly contain the smile on his face; he felt absolutely smitten. "Wow..." He said, his breath getting a litle caught in his throat. "I think I might've just fallen in love with you all over again."

"You're so easily pleased." Mike joked.

"Shut up and kiss me again." Micky said, fisting the mass of dark hair on the back of Mike's head and pulling him into a kiss once more.

As loving as this kiss was, it was filled with more fire than before. Micky pushed his tongue into the Texan's mouth, feeling Mike's arms wrap around him, pulling Micky even closer. Mike's hand moved to the side of Micky's neck, his long fingers curling around the back below Micky's hair, and causing the younger man to shiver.

Mike broke the kiss, eyeing Micky with passion-filled eyes. Both of them were feeling flushed and a little breathless. "I love you in these." Mike said, looking down at the denim cut-off shorts that Micky was wearing.

Micky smiled. "I know you do." He said, placing his hand on Mike's thigh and stroking it through the Texan's jeans.

Mike bit his lip, his eyes turning darker. "I'd love you even more out of 'em."

Micky grinned, pulling Mike into another fierce kiss. Micky's arms wrapped tight around Mike, while Mike's hand trailed up Micky's thigh and ended up on the curly-haired man's crotch. Mike groped Micky through his shorts, rubbing him and causing Micky to moan quietly into Mike's mouth.

Micky pulled back, grabbing hold of the bottom of Mike's t-shirt and pulling it over the Texan's head in one swift motion. Micky twisted himself so he was straddling Mike in a sitting position, his knees either side of Mike on the couch, and he kissed the older man's chest hungrily.

Mike tilted his head back, allowing Micky's lips to cover his skin. Mike tugged at the bottom of Micky's own t-shirt, and Micky lifted his arms in the air, allowing Mike to slide the t-shirt up and over Micky's head.

And then they were kissing again, Mike's hands sliding up and down Micky's back, while Micky's hands were on either side of Mike's face. Micky started grinding his crotch against the Texan's, desperate to cause some friction. Mike's lips moved to Micky's neck, and his hands slid down inside the top of Micky's low-slung shorts. Mike then moved his fingers to the front of Micky's shorts and hastily popped open the button.

Mike squeezed Micky through the front of his shorts once more before pushing his hand inside. Once again, Micky wasn't wearing any underwear, and Mike swiftly pulled Micky's cock out of his shorts.

"Never wearin' any underwear." Mike said breathlessly as Micky kissed down Mike's chest again.

"Saves time." Micky said between kisses.

Micky then got to work on getting Mike's jeans undone, and Mike lifted himself up just enough for Micky to push down Mike's jeans far enough to free the Texan's erection. The couple kissed each other hungrily again, Micky the first to take Mike's shaft in his hand. Mike followed suit, gripping hold of Micky, and the two of them started to pump each other hard and fast as they kissed passionately.

They broke their kiss, Mike's head falling against the back of the couch as Micky kissed the tender skin on his neck. Mike lifted his head to stare into his lover's eyes, and they gazed at each other, matching each others rhythm and movements on each of their erections. Their breathing was heavy, and Micky continued to move on top of Mike, grinding their working hands together to cause more friction between them. But they continued to stare into each other's eyes, studying each other as their passion and pleasure grew and grew.

And then they were kissing again, Mike's free hand fisting the curls on Micky's head. They continued like this for several minutes; passionate kisses in between long, loving looks into each other's eyes. Micky could feel himself getting closer to the edge now, and he picked up the pace of the hand that was working Mike's hard on, signalling for Mike to do the same. Mike obliged, matching Micky's pace and pumping his lover hard and fast.

"You're gorgeous." Micky whispered between breaths, staring at Mike with fascination, love and lust.

Mike pulled Micky's head forward, pushing their lips together, his fingers stroking the back of Micky's head through the mass of curls. And then Micky was undone; he had to break the kiss to suck in a deep breath of air before he and Mike looked down between their writhing bodies to see Micky spill his load onto Mike's hand and his own stomach. Micky shuddered, a small moan escaping him as he reached his orgasm, and his grip on Mike's penis automatically tightened as the pleasure overcome him. In turn, that was enough to send Mike over the edge, and a few hard pumps later, Mike too was spent, caking his stomach with come.

Micky worked Mike's length a little longer, pumping the Texan until he was limp while kissing his partner deeply. Mike's arms snaked around Micky's back, holding the curly haired man close as they kissed slowly; these were no longer kisses of fire, but now gentle kisses of love and relief.

When Micky pulled back, he smiled at his now exhausted lover. Mike looked down at the mess between their bodies, and he giggled almost sheepishly. Micky smiled some more; he thought Mike could be so adorable sometimes without even trying.

"That was nice." Micky smiled, still straddling the Texan.

Mike nodded, and he reached out, running his fingers through Micky's hair.

Micky grabbed hold of his t-shirt that had been tossed on the couch next to them, and he scrunched it into a ball before carefully wiping the come off Mike's stomach. Mike watched quietly as Micky gently cleaned up his partner, rubbing the cloth against the dark hair at the base of Mike's stomach, ridding the Texan of remnants of their little session a few moments before. Micky then turned his attention to himself, wiping his own come off of his stomach in the same way he'd taken care of Mike, and once he was satisfied that they were both as clean as they could be without soap and water, Micky balled the shirt up further before tossing it onto the floor.

Mike was smiling at his lover. "You're so good to me." He said quietly.

Micky beamed, planting a little kiss on the end of Mike's nose before leaning into the Texan's arms for a loving hug.

The couple wrapped their arms around each other, and they held each other quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the silence and being together after several long days apart.

Micky leaned back so he could look at Mike. Mike watched his boy with intrigue, the pair of them with soppy smiles on their tired faces.

"I love you." Micky said, almost cheekily.

Mike chuckled quietly. "I love you more."

"Not possible." Micky said with a large grin. It was the same line they each used so many times but had no intention of stopping.

Micky looked down between their bodies once more, staring at Mike's now soft penis. "Your dick is massive."

Mike scoffed, clearly surprised by that comment.

"No, really - it is." Micky said, almost transfixed on Mike's rather large member. "I know this isn't new news, and it's not like I haven't noticed before; I mean, obviously I have. I've had it in me at both ends more times than I can even begin to remember, so it's not like I'm unaware of how big you are. But sometimes it's just like, wow. Maybe it's because I haven't seen you for nearly a week - I don't know."

Mike looked embarrassed. "I don't know what to say to that."

Micky looked up at his partner's face. "Aww. You're blushing."

Mike laughed nervously. "No I ain't."

"Yeah, you are." Micky grinned. "You shouldn't be embarrassed, you should be proud of that thing." Micky then took Mike's penis in his hand. "I mean, look at it; it's huge."

Mike laughed even more, his face burning red. "Shut up."

"Don't be so modest!" Micky said, and he took hold of his own dick in his free hand. "Look at it compared to mine. I mean, there's at least two-inches difference, but look at how much thicker it is."

"Micky!" Mike gasped, laughing through his embarrassment. He took hold of Micky's wrist and pulled it off of him. "Stop!"

"Nooo." Micky giggled, taking hold of Mike again. "I've never seen a dick as big as yours. Have you ever measured it?"

"What- no! You know I haven't." Mike said. He was still laughing, but his face was burning scarlet - he was clearly embarrassed, as well as amused by Micky's actions and words.

"We need to measure it. Don't you wanna know exactly how big you are?" Micky asked.

"No I don't!" Mike laughed, grabbing hold of his t-shirt that was next to him on the couch. He then tossed it over his penis, hiding it from Micky's view.

Micky poked his bottom lip out. "Spoil sport." He said.

"You're mad." Mike said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"And you have a giant penis." Micky grinned.

"Oh my god, shut up." Mike covered his face with his hand.

"You're so red." Micky teased with a giggle. "Have I embarrassed you?"

"Yes." Mike replied through his hand. "Please stop talking about my cock. It's so weird."

"It's not weird; it's gorgeous." Micky said, lifting up the side of Mike's t-shirt to have a peak. "As gorgeous as a dick can be, anyway."

Mike peaked at Micky from between his fingers. "All penises are ugly."

Micky gasped dramatically. "Even mine?"

Mike removed his hand from his face, and he pulled back the t-shirt between them to look at Micky's penis. "I can make an exception for yours."

Micky grinned. "Good." He said. "But seriously though, if I had a dick like yours, I'd be so proud."

"I- I don't-" Mike opened his mouth, but the words were a bit of a jumble. He really had no idea what to say.

Micky smiled at his partner. "You really don't know what to do with compliments, do you?" He asked.

"Well it ain't like you said I got nice hair or somethin'." Mike replied.

"But you must've had compliments about your dick before?" Micky wondered.

Mike opened his mouth to speak; it looked like he was going to reply with; "no", but that was clearly a lie. "Not quite like that, no."

Micky smiled, leaning closer to the Texan. "You're so cute. I like it when you get all shy and embarrassed."

Mike let out a low chuckle. He shook his head. "You're such a weirdo."

Micky bit his lip and slid off of Mike and down onto the floor on his knees. Micky pulled his shorts back up and fastened them before placing his hands on either of Mike's naked thighs, sliding his hands down to the top of Mike's jeans that were still around his legs just above his knees. Micky then pulled the pants down until they were around Mike's ankles.

"Lift." Micky said, gesturing to each of Mike's feet, so Micky could get the jeans off completely.

"What are you playin' at?" Mike asked suspiciously as he lifted his feet, allowing Micky to pull the jeans all the way off.

Micky chucked the jeans and underwear to the side before placing a hand on either of Mike's knees and pulling his legs apart. Micky then moved between Mike's legs, taking hold of the t-shirt that still covered Mike's modesty and tossing it away.

"What are you doin'?" Mike asked, looking down at Micky with a suspicious smile on his face.

Micky planted a couple of kisses on the inside of Mike's thighs. "Well, I've just been saying how amazing I think your penis is, so now I'm going to show you how much I love it."

Mike opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the feeling of Micky's hot, wet mouth surrounding the tip of his cock before Micky's lips slid down his shaft, swallowing him. Mike let out a strangled groan, both of his hands immediately fisting the head of curls between his legs as Micky started bobbing his head.

Mike had been soft, but he was stiffening rapidly inside Micky's expert mouth. Mike's head flopped against the back of the chair once more as Micky worked his magic. Micky took hold of the base of Mike's erection and he licked up the underside of Mike's shaft before running his tongue over the tip. Mike let out another quiet moan, his breath quickening, and he fisted Micky's curly hair tighter.

Mike lifted his head so he could watch Micky's head bob up and down between his legs. Mike could hardly believe how lucky he was, and Micky felt pretty lucky too; Micky loved pleasuring Mike.

A few minutes later and Mike came straight down Micky's throat, and the curly-haired man didn't even flinch. Micky sucked Mike until he'd swallowed every last drop, and then he released Mike from his mouth.

"You," Mike gasped. "Are so, so good at that."

Micky swallowed hard, licking his lips. Mike lifted his head to look at his boy on his knees on the floor, and Micky took hold of Mike's length once more. Micky smiled at it, and he planted a tiny kiss on Mike's shaft, and then on the tip, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and rising to his feet.

Micky looked down at his knees that were poking out of his shorts; they were red and felt a little sore, but it was more than worth it in Micky's eyes. Micky rubbed his knees before looking up to see that Mike was watching him from under heavy-lidded eyes.

"You're somethin' else, boy." Mike said breathlessly as Micky plopped down next to him on the couch. Micky simply smiled as Mike reached out to touch Micky's hair. "I love you so fuckin' much, you know that? And not just because you give a great blow job."

Micky continued to smile; it was no longer a cheeky smile, but a loving and tender smile. "I do know that." He said. "And I love you too. More than I think you realise."

Mike leaned over, kissing his boy gently on the lips. Micky then leaned against Mike, resting his head against the Texan's chest.

"I really missed you these past few days." Mike said quietly.

"I'm glad you're here now." Micky said. "I'm so looking forward to just hanging out with you for a while. I don't just mean having sex and stuff, I mean- I mean just being with you. It was really tough being on tour with you every day but not being able to be with you like this."

Mike nodded. "I know." He said. "But I ain't plannin' on going anywhere for a while now. I said I'd go back to Texas at the end of the month, you know, just to see how Grandma is doin'."

Micky lifted his head. "I know how close you are to her. I know you've been more worried about her than you've let on."

Mike sighed. He bent down, picked up his boxers from the floor and pulled them on before leaning back on the coach again. "Maybe." He admitted. "When I were a kid, it was just me, Mom and Grandma. She was like second mother, really. It ain't nice knowin' that she's sick."

"But she'll get better." Micky said, gently stroking the hair on Mike's chest. "Next time you see her, I'm sure she'll be way better than she is now."

Mike gave a half-smile. "I hope so." He said. Mike sighed deeply, resting his head against the back of the couch. "I'm glad I'm goin' to get some time with you, though."

"We can enjoy being back in our little bubble for a while." Micky smiled.

Mike nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that." He said.