Micky felt like a weight had been lifted now that Mike knew the truth about Tony and the other men he'd been with. Micky had initially been worried that the days that followed his revelations would be awkward, but in fact they were quite the opposite; everything seemed to be running even smoother for the couple than it had before, and the mood was completely relaxed, calm and normal. Everything felt right.
Keeping those things from Mike had been playing on Micky's mind constantly from the moment they had gotten back together, and Micky felt a lot more himself since confessing his sins to his Texan partner. He felt freer and cleaner, somehow. He liked that there were no secrets anymore.
Micky always knew that at some point he'd have to tell Mike about everything that had happened. It wasn't in Micky's nature to hold back, and he especially didn't want to hold anything back from Mike. Micky was stunned by how well the Texan had taken everything; Mike had been nothing but loving and understanding, and Micky had no doubts about Mike's feelings for him or his view of him. If anything, everything that had happened had somehow brought them closer together.
It was also a relief to Micky that he no longer felt the need to hide his body away. While he was far from confident or comfortable in his looks, Mike had certainly made him feel a damn-sight better about himself. Micky couldn't believe how wonderful Mike had been, and the curly-haired man felt his love and respect for his partner multiply over the week that followed.
Mike and Micky were sitting quietly watching TV. Mike seemed pretty engrossed in the show, but Micky was feeling distracted, thinking about how amazing Mike had been since finding out everything the week before. Micky had been so concerned that Mike would flip out and not want him anymore, but now was wondering why he was ever worried in the first place.
Micky found himself staring at the Texan. For some reason, Micky thought Mike looked particularly gorgeous today and he was unable to take his eyes off his handsome partner. Mike eventually sensed that Micky was looking at him and turned to the curly-haired man with a puzzled expression.
"What you lookin' at?" Mike asked.
Micky stared at Mike a little longer, processing his thoughts and feelings and understanding fully what he wanted - and needed - to happen.
"Shall we go to bed..?" Micky wondered sweetly.
Mike frowned before looking at his watch. "It's only 8:30." He stated, clearly confused. His expression quickly turned to a look of concern. "Ain't ya feelin' well or something?"
Micky couldn't help but smile at Mike's naivety to the moment. "No," He shook his head. "I feel fine. Actually, I feel great."
Mike looked at Micky blankly, failing to understand why Micky had suggested they have an early night.
Micky smiled some more at Mike's confused-looking face before shuffling a little closer to the Texan and gently resting his hand on Mike's thigh. Micky stared at Mike as his smile faded and his expression turned serious.
"Take me to bed." Micky whispered with certainty.
Mike's eyes immediately widened as he finally understood exactly what was going on, and he instantly looked a little flustered. "You mean..?"
Micky nodded. He leaned in and kissed Mike gently just beside the mouth. "I want this." He said.
Mike visibly gulped. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Are you sure?" Micky questioned.
Now it was Mike's turn to nod. "I am if you are." He said.
Micky smiled as he stood himself up and he reached his hand out to Mike to slowly pull him to his feet. The two men looked at each other, sharing a silent moment of understanding of what was to come before heading upstairs hand in hand.
Micky was nervous, and he could tell by the sweat that was beginning to build between his and Mike's hands that Mike was feeling nervous, too. Micky told himself he was being silly; it was hardly going to be the first time he and Mike made love, but it was going to be the first time in a long time - and the first time since all of Micky's other sexual conquests.
When the two men eventually reached Micky's bedroom - still hand in hand - they paused to look at each.
"You're definitely ready for this?" Mike asked Micky seriously, stepping forward and running his fingers through his partner's curly hair.
"Totally." Micky nodded as he gazed into Mike's eyes.
Mike closed the gap between them, and the two men started kissing slowly and passionately.
Micky's heart was pounding. He felt all of his senses heighten; he was so incredibly nervous yet at the same time he knew this was absolutely what he wanted. Micky's level of want outweighed any negative feelings, and he was keen to take the final step in rekindling his romance with Mike to the very highest peak.
Mike broke the kiss to pull Micky's t-shirt over his head before wrapping his arms around the slightly shorter man and kissing his neck gently. Micky closed his eyes and tilted his head back to give Mike better access to his neck, and he sighed contently feeling Mike's strong, loving hands run down his now-naked back.
Micky's hands eventually went to the buttons on Mike's shirt as the Texan continued to gently suck on his neck, and it wasn't long before Mike was topless, too. Mike took hold of Micky's hand again and led him to the bed. The Texan sat on the edge of the bed with Micky standing in front of him, and Mike gazed up at his boy as he unfastened Micky's denim cut-off shorts.
Micky didn't think his heart could beat any faster, but it did. Micky sucked a deep breath in as Mike slid his shorts and underwear down his slim legs, exposing himself to Mike's full view. Mike still sat perched on the edge of the bed, looking over Micky's now-naked frame with love and desire, and he took hold of Micky's hips and pulled the curly-haired man towards him.
Micky was only semi-erect at this point, but when Mike sucked him into his mouth he immediately felt himself begin to stiffen rapidly.
Micky threw his head back and let out a breathy moan as he felt Mike's lips surround him. His pounding heart felt like it was going to break through his chest as he felt like he was rediscovering a pleasure he'd almost forgotten existed. Micky had had his dick sucked several times after he and Mike broke up, but nothing like this. Mike had only just started and it was still light-years better than anything Micky had ever gotten from anyone else.
Micky lost his fingers in Mike's mass of dark hair. The Texan was going slow, trying to build his confidence and skill for something he hadn't done in a very long time, but Micky didn't have any complaints; it felt incredible.
Micky's nerves started to be replaced with excitement as he remembered that sex could be such a powerful, loving and enjoyable experience. Micky's last sexual encounter had been deeply unpleasant, but all of that started to slip into the background as Micky revelled in the sensation of having Mike's lips surround his now aching erection.
After a couple of minutes, Mike pulled back. He looked up at Micky breathlessly, gazing into his partner's eyes silently asking what Micky wanted next.
Micky gently pushed Mike back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling the tall Texan and kissing him deeply. Micky then sat back on his heels and went to work on ridding Mike of his jeans and underwear, and it wasn't long before both men were completely naked.
Mike pulled the covers back so he and Micky could scramble into bed properly. He then wrapped his arms around Micky, rolling on top of the younger man and kissing him gently on the lips.
Micky's heart was racing again, and the nerves started to come back to him as Mike started sucking on his neck again. It felt nice, and Micky was still sure this was what he wanted to happen, but now they were naked in bed together everything felt really real.
Mike eventually lifted his head so he could look at Micky's face, and he gazed down at Micky with eyes filled with fire. Micky gulped nervously as he knew it was almost time to take the next big step.
Mike run his fingers through Micky's hair, still staring down at him so intently it was as if he was looking for any signs of discouragement from his partner.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mike questioned. "If you ain't ready, it's okay."
"I am ready." Micky replied quietly. "And I am sure. Just... go easy on me, will you..?"
Mike smiled sympathetically. "Of course I will. You don't even need to ask." He replied, causing Micky to blush. "We'll take this as slow as you need. I ain't gonna do anything to hurt ya. You tell me what you want, and whatever you want, I'll do... or not do. We can take this real slow."
Micky smiled. He felt a little silly and embarrassed, but he was now feeling reassured, too. "I'm sorry." He said. "I'm trying not to be a sissy. I mean, it's not like we haven't done this before, it's just... it's been a while."
"It's been a while for me too." Mike added, his caring hands still stroking Micky's soft curls.
"I know, but..." Micky trailed off. He was going to say that it was different for him, but he knew that Mike knew that already.
"I know." Mike nodded in understanding. "But I love ya and I wanna make you feel good."
Micky smiled. He wrapped his arms around Mike's neck and pulled him into another deep kiss.
Things were heavier this time. Both men's hands were roaming each other's bodies, and Micky even reached between them to touch Mike's cock. Just feeling Mike's penis in his hand was a little daunting; Micky had almost forgotten how big Mike was, and he couldn't help but feel his nerves increase again as he wondered how he'd manage to take such a big penis. Micky had never had a cock as big as Mike's, and Micky begun having flashbacks of how even some of the smaller cocks he'd had had felt awful and uncomfortable inside of him - like Tony's, for instance.
But Micky knew he had to snap himself out of those negative thoughts. This wasn't Tony, and this wasn't any other man either - this was Mike, and he and Mike used to have sex all the time. But when Micky tried to remember how good it was, it almost seemed like a dream. Could anything really be that good? Micky wondered if his mind was exaggerating how good their sex had been. It was hard for Micky to imagine anything being that good, least of all sex - especially considering Micky had had so much bad sex since he and Mike had split up.
Mike's hands slid down behind Micky's thighs, slowly lifting them up so Micky's legs were wrapped around his waist. Micky's heart was thumping inside of him as he got caught up in a mixture of nerves and arousal.
Mike stopped kissing Micky's chest to look at his partner again. "Do you have any lube?" He asked breathlessly.
Micky nodded, gesturing to the nightstand. "There should be some Vaseline in the drawer."
Mike leaned over the bed, pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed the pot of Vaseline. Micky watched as Mike coated two of his fingers before returning to his position on top of Micky. Micky breathed in shakily before Mike started kissing him on the lips again, and a few moments later he felt one of Mike's fingers breach his entrance.
Micky naturally tensed up as Mike's finger slid inside of him. It was uncomfortable, but Micky knew that was because he was so tensed up.
"Relax, baby." Mike breathed into Micky's neck before sucking on the tender skin gently.
Micky closed his eyes and took another deep breath as Mike's finger started to slowly and carefully move in and out of him. Mike's gentle lips against his skin started to ease Micky's nerves, and after several moments of Mike's slow and loving movements, Micky felt himself relax.
"I love you." Mike breathed into the crook of Micky's neck, causing him to shiver all over.
Micky started to realise that Mike's finger actually felt good, and when it brushed against that special spot inside of him, Micky let out a soft moan.
Mike took this as his cue to enter another finger. Micky's body accepted the change, and he pulled Mike into a fierce kiss. Mike's fingers started working harder, moving a little faster and circling around inside of Micky, stimulating that spot inside of him and causing Micky's breathing to become ragged and desperate.
Micky felt really horny now, and he appreciated Mike's attention to get him worked up and ready for the next step. The two men realised at the same time that it was time to take things all the way, and Mike looked down at Micky once more, silently asking him one final time if he was absolutely sure this was what he wanted.
"I'm ready." Micky nodded breathlessly. "Let's do this."
Mike visibly gulped, nodding his head in understanding. He took hold of the pot of Vaseline again and Micky noticed that Mike's hands were trembling in anticipation.
"I thought I was the one who was meant to be nervous." Micky laughed awkwardly.
After collecting a scoop of Vaseline on his fingers and putting the pot back on the nightstand, Mike stared down at Micky seriously. "I just- I don't wanna hurt ya." He said, his cheeks flushing red.
Micky smiled weakly. "I know it's gonna hurt to start with." He said honestly. "But...but it'll be worth it."
Mike nodded. He leaned down and kissed Micky gently on the lips before coating his erection in Vaseline as Micky watched him carefully.
Micky pulled his knees up a little higher, and he noticed his heart didn't even feel like it was beating anymore; instead it sort of felt like it was beating so fast that it was one massive blur inside his chest.
Mike guided the head of his penis to Micky's entrance again, and when Micky felt it nudge him he realised that this was real and it was finally about to happen.
Mike stared Micky directly in the eye as he slowly and gently pressed himself against the ring of muscle, and Micky was instantly overcome by piercing pain.
Mike was barely a couple of inches inside when he paused, noticing Micky's face contorted in pain. Mike sucked a deep breath in, tilting his head back and looking to the ceiling for a moment before focussing on his boy underneath him.
"You need to relax." Mike said breathlessly. "It's gonna hurt unless you relax."
"I-I know." Micky replied through gritted teeth. He lifted his head to look down between their bodies. "You're barely inside... fuck."
"I can stop if you want." Mike assured him. "We can stop."
"No," Micky shook his head. "Don't stop. Just- just don't move for a second."
Micky knew he needed to block out all of his negative sexual experiences and just focus on Mike. Micky knew that Mike would never purposely do anything to hurt him or make him feel uncomfortable, and when Micky focussed his eyes on the Texan on top of him he could see the concern written all over his face.
Mike looked nervous. He looked uncomfortable and worried. Micky could tell that Mike was gritting his teeth too, desperate to hold perfectly still even though Micky was fairly certain Mike's body was desperate for him to thrust deep inside of Micky to relieve the tension that he was no doubt feeling from head to toe.
Micky watched Mike, his fingernails lightly digging into the flesh on the Texan's back. He stared at Mike's face before locking eyes with him - it felt like Mike was staring deep into his soul.
"Keep going." Micky finally said, his body feeling slightly better than it had done initially.
Mike pushed in a little further, still going almost painfully slow, until he was about half-way in. Mike paused again, sucking in a deep breath and focussing on Micky once more.
"How's this?" Mike asked.
It hurt. It still hurt a lot. Micky was still feeling tense and he wasn't sure how he could make himself feel any better. Mike felt absolutely huge, but when Micky looked down again he realised that Mike still wasn't all the way inside.
"I forgot how big you are." Micky gasped breathlessly.
"I-I'm sorry." Mike replied awkwardly.
For some reason, that's what did it. That's what made Micky's body thaw. As much as it hurt, and as uncomfortable as he felt, Micky found himself smiling. He smiled up at Mike, through the pain and discomfort, and gazed at his partner adoringly.
Mike frowned. "W-What?" He asked, confused by Micky's apparent change in mood.
Micky shook his head. He didn't want to talk, and he knew Mike probably wouldn't understand why Micky was so moved to hear him apologise for having a large penis - Micky didn't really understand it himself.
Micky placed his hand on the back of Mike's head and pulled him into a kiss. The kiss was deep and tender and Micky felt like a whole bunch of good feelings were starting to fight away the bad. Mike seemed to sense this, and that was when he slowly started moving in and out, but never going past the point he'd already reached.
Mike pressed his forehead to Micky's as he continued to make slow and steady movements. Micky's body started to positively respond to the sensations, and after a minute or so it actually started to feel good.
"Am I hurting you?" Mike asked quietly after a couple of minutes of his slow movements.
Micky shook his head, his arms slung around Mike's neck. "Not anymore."
Mike run his hand up Micky's leg before sliding it between their bodies and latching on to Micky's own erection. Micky sighed deeply as Mike started to stroke him, and when Mike's penis nudged the spot inside of him that his fingers had touched about 10 minutes before, Micky's entire body jolted in response.
Suddenly, the last of the pain and discomfort disappeared completely, and Micky's entire body felt like it was on fire. He felt like he was coming alive, and Mike's cock didn't feel like a massive burning rod of hot iron anymore; instead it felt like a magic wand, casting spells on Micky's body and soul from the inside out, replacing every bad feeling with that of the purest, most extreme pleasure.
Micky moaned. Micky moaned loudly. It surprised both men, but it was exhilarating for them both, too. The look of concern in Mike's eyes was replaced with a look of desire and passion, and he immediately pressed his lips to Micky's in a fierce kiss.
Mike was still moving slowly, but he was also going a little deeper now, too. Mike's confidence was growing as he begun to get re-accustomed to Micky's body, rediscovering all the things that Micky liked - and loved - from before.
"Oh Mike..." Micky breathed, his head pushing back into the pillow. "This is good."
"It's good?" Mike questioned, just to be extra sure Micky was alright.
"Really good." Micky moaned, tightening his legs around Mike's waist and closing his eyes. "You feel- you feel... ughh... you feel really really good."
Mike pressed his lips to Micky's forehead in a sweet kiss. He then kissed either one of Micky's eyelids, his cheeks, his chin, and finally the tip of his nose.
"Do you- do you wanna know what the most beautiful sight I've ever seen is?" Mike asked breathlessly, struggling to get his words out as he maintained his steady but firm rhythm.
"W-What?" Micky wondered, forcing his eyes open to look at Mike's face.
"Your face when I make love to you." Mike replied seriously. He paused his movements to gaze down at Micky. "I've never forgotten the look on your face when we make love, yet it's somehow even more beautiful than I remember it."
Micky stared up at Mike in almost disbelief. Micky could hardly think coherently anymore, let alone speak coherently - the physical and emotional pleasure he was feeling completely clouded his mind. One thing that was clear in Micky's head, however, was how jaw-droppingly in love Micky was with Mike.
Micky grabbed the sides of Mike's face and pulled him into a deep kiss again. Micky fisted Mike's dark hair, kissing his passionately, lovingly, and when he pulled back he stared directly into Mike's eyes.
"Go deep." Micky requested confidently, his voice breathy and sure. "I want to feel you - all of you."
Mike swallowed hard before sliding all the way inside of Micky until his balls rested against Micky's pert backside.
Micky's back arched, shocked by just how much more Mike had to give. But it felt good. It felt incredible. Micky felt totally alive feeling Mike alive inside of him. Micky forced his eyes open to look at Mike's face again.
"I love you so fucking much." Micky gasped breathlessly.
Mike pressed his lips to Micky's again as he started thrusting slow and deep inside of Micky. Mike circled his hips, making sure he nudged that spot inside of Micky on every other thrust. Micky was disappearing into a world of his own as sheer ecstasy started to completely overwhelm his body. Micky had forgotten what it felt like to feel this good, and when Mike's hand took hold of his erection again, Micky literally saw stars.
Before Micky even had a chance to gather his thoughts or comprehend what was happening, he reached his orgasm. It hit him like a train; hard and unexpected, Micky blew his load all over Mike's hand and his own stomach. He moaned loudly, gasping for breath, and he didn't even care that it was over with much quicker than hoped or expected - Micky didn't care about anything at the moment.
"Fuck..." Mike gasped, his thrusts starting to increase a little in pace.
Mike continued to stroke Micky, making sure he squeezed every last drop out of the man underneath him, but Micky was gone. Micky had drifted off far away, to the land of the pixies and fairies, and he felt like he was floating along a peaceful river amongst the clouds in the sky, no worries in the world, no stress, no baggage - he felt clean and fresh and new.
It was only when Mike let out a strangled groan that Micky came back to earth again - for a little while, at least. Micky managed to focus on Mike's face as he felt the Texan come inside of him, and if Micky didn't think things could get any better than what they were, he was wrong. The look on Mike's face as he reached his peak was the icing on Micky's already pretty perfect cake. Micky realised he still had a body attached to his mind, and he decided to use that body, clenching his inner muscles around his partner and causing Mike to throw his head back in response.
"Oh Micky." Mike groaned, his mouth falling open and his eyes staring up at the heavens above.
Micky's fingernails were digging into Mike's back as if he was trying to stop himself from drifting off into heaven. Mike thrust a few more times - the trusts were erratic, but they certainly weren't hard - as he fully spent himself inside of Micky, and once Mike had nothing else left to give he collapsed on top of his partner in a sweaty, panting mess.
The two men laid there breathlessly, their bodies tangled together as they waited to return to planet earth. Micky closed his eyes as a huge smile covered his face, and his hands started to stroke Mike's naked, sweaty back lovingly.
It was a couple of minutes before Mike found the energy to lift his head, and he gazed down at Micky lazily before kissing him sweetly on the lips. Mike then gently withdrew from Micky and rolled off of him, and Micky watched as the Texan climbed out of bed and walked across the room.
Micky was curious and a little worried that Mike wouldn't be coming back to bed. His fears were unjust though, as Mike merely picked up a towel that was slung over the back of a chair. Mike wiped his own chest and stomach with the towel as he approached the bed again, and once he climbed back under the covers his attention immediately turned to Micky.
Micky continued to lay there silently as Mike carefully wiped the come off Micky's stomach and chest. Once he was satisfied Micky was clean, he handed the curly-haired man the towel.
"Here ya go." Mike said as Micky took the towel from him.
Micky smiled at Mike before moving the towel down between his legs and underneath him to clean himself of Mike's load that he'd spent inside of him.
Mike watched Micky carefully as he cleaned himself up, and once Micky had sorted himself out, he scrunched up the towel and tossed it on the floor.
Mike instantly pulled Micky into a hug, wrapping his arms around his partner and kissing him on the top of the head. Micky buried his face in Mike's skin, loving the after-sex smell of the Texan. Micky sighed dreamily as Mike's loving fingers danced up and down his back.
"Are you okay?" Mike finally asked after a couple of minutes silence.
"No," Micky replied. He lifted his head to see Mike giving him a concerned look. "I'm about a million times better than okay."
Micky could see relief wash over the Texan's face. "Good." Mike said, running his fingers through Micky's hair. "I was worried I hurt ya too much."
Micky shook his head. "We both knew it'd feel weird at first." He said quietly, gazing at his partner adoringly. "But you were amazing, Mike. You felt amazing."
Mike smiled. "You too, baby." He said lazily.
Micky's expression turned more serious. "Did I..?" He asked. "I didn't...I didn't feel different or anything, did I..?"
Mike's eyes narrowed as he shook his head. "No." He whispered. "You were perfect. You have nothing to worry about."
Micky could tell by the look in Mike's eyes that he was telling the truth, and Micky immediately felt a rush of relief. "Thank you for being so patient with me."
Mike tutted, still gazing up at Micky adoringly and stroking his hair gently. "You don't have to thank me, Mick." He said softly. "I wanted it to be special for both of us."
"Well it was." Micky assured him. He took hold of Mike's hand and laced their fingers together. "It was everything I hoped it'd be. More, actually. I was... well, I couldn't help but worry that things would be different somehow."
"Different?" Mike wondered.
Micky nodded sheepishly. "I was worried things might've changed or something... but they hadn't. If anything, it was even better than before."
Mike smiled. His eyes moved across Micky's face, studying every tiny pore and detail as if he was mentally trying to absorb him. Micky watched the Texan in loving wonder, feeling as if he was being put under a huge microscope that was exposing every tiny detail of himself. Micky felt his already flushed cheeks go ever redder, but not because he was embarrassed; instead, Micky felt special. Mike was looking at him so intently that he felt like he was being hypnotised, and he was being hypnotised into believing that he was beautiful.
"I'm so happy that you're mine." Mike whispered, his eyes fixed on Micky's face.
"I've always been yours." Micky assured him. "And I always will be."
Mike lifted his head to kiss Micky on the lips. It was only a small kiss, and when their lips parted Mike planted a tiny kiss on the tip of Micky's nose.
"My angel." Mike whispered, his face lighting up as he beamed at Micky hovering above him. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life reminding you how lovely you are."
Micky could hardly contain himself - he felt like he wanted to burst with joy. His body was still buzzing from their love-making, but Micky's mind was dancing, too. He felt so free and fresh and clean. He wasn't sure if it was just because he'd had great sex for the first time in almost 8 months, but Micky felt alive. He felt truly blessed to be alive.
Micky pulled his whole body on top of Mike's before lying back down and burying his face in the crook of Mike's neck again. The couple's legs tangled together, and Mike let out a small laugh as he realised it didn't seem like Micky had any intention of moving.
"Are you planning on stayin' like this all night?" Mike laughed, his hands sliding up and down Micky's smooth back.
Micky nodded into Mike's shoulder. "Mmhm." He replied. "I want to be this close to you forever." He lifted his head to smile at the Texan. "Maybe we could tie ourselves together so we never have to be apart again."
Mike chuckled quietly. "You're mad." He said. "I think that'd get un-cute real fast, babe. I think it'd lose its romance when you have to stand next to me using the toilet."
"I don't care." Micky said, shaking his head in a childlike way. "I never want to be away from you again. Not ever. Never, never, never."
Mike's face softened. "Well you don't need to tie yourself to me to know that." He said gently. "Because you ain't gettin' rid of me." He paused before smiling sweetly at the man on top of him. "Never, never, never."
Micky's face lit up again. He kissed the tip of Mike's nose before laying his head down on Mike's chest again.
"I will move eventually," Micky said after a short silence. "But for now I just want to be super close to you."
Mike kissed Micky's shoulder lovingly. "That is fine by me."
Micky did eventually move from on top of Mike, but he still remained glued to the Texan's side for the rest of the night - not that Mike was complaining. Despite it still being early, the couple soon crashed out as they were feeling pretty exhausted from their love-making session.
When the pair woke up the next morning, they were both feeling rather giddy and giggly, still glowing from the previous night and basking in their rekindled sex-life.
"Do you remember the times when we'd just randomly decide to spend a whole day in bed together?" Micky wondered as he laid on Mike's stomach like a pillow.
"How could I forget?" Mike asked, once again absent-mindedly playing with Micky's hair. "You'd practically force me to stay in bed with you."
"Nuh-huh!" Micky laughed, rolling onto his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows so he could look at Mike properly. "You needed no persuasion. You loved it!"
Mike smirked. "You were a bad influence on me." He joked.
Micky grinned as the Texan poked his tongue out playfully.
"I feel so great." Micky sighed dreamily. "I feel really alive. Do you know what I mean?"
"Totally." Mike nodded. "Last night was wonderful. Just bein' that close to you again... it was like everythin' I've ever needed."
Micky begun drawing circles on the Texan's chest. "We wasted so much time when we were apart," He said. "We've got a lot of lost time to make up for..."
There was a definite twinkle in Mike's eyes. "We have." He agreed.
Micky bit his lip. "Last night was great, but I know we can do so much better." He said with a hint of seduction.
"Is that so..?" Mike teased.
Micky nodded his head slowly. "That was just the start. I've got so much more to give..."
Mike smirked. "Micky, are you trying to seduce me?"
Micky looked Mike up and down. "I've already got you naked in my bed. I'd say I have you pretty much exactly where I want you."
"Is that right?" Mike beamed, his eyes flashing with desire.
"Well... I'll have you where I want you in a few minutes." Micky stated confidently. Micky swiftly slid his hand down Mike's body and caught the Texan by complete surprise by taking hold of his naked cock.
Mike sucked a deep breath in as Micky started to stroke him slowly. "Didn't you get enough of me last night?" He asked, trying to keep his cool.
"Yeah," Micky nodded. "But I still want more."
"You're unbelievable." Mike stated seriously.
Micky crushed his lips against Mike's and shoved his tongue into the Texan's mouth with force. Micky's confidence had grown and his love of sex had returned to him, and now he was hungry - ravenous, in fact - for more. And he wanted it now.
Micky broke the kiss and instantly slid down Mike's body. He took Mike's cock in his hand again and swiftly sucked it into his mouth, catching the Texan off guard once again. Micky hadn't sucked a dick in ages, but he felt like he'd lost any inhibitions and confidently let Mike's rapidly-growing erection slide down his throat. Micky found it so exciting and exhilarating, and when he heard his partner let out a strangled moan he knew he was doing a good job.
Micky held onto Mike's hips as he started bobbing his head, enjoying the way Mike's huge penis felt in his mouth. Micky couldn't believe how quickly things had changed; a little over 12 hours before he was so nervous about taking his relationship with Mike to the next level again, but right now that seemed like a distant memory. Micky felt like he'd been given a new lease of life and he was eager to make the most of it.
Micky let Mike's cock slip out of his mouth before he crawled up the Texan's body again. Micky straddled Mike and reached over to grab the Vaseline that still sat on the nightstand next to the bed, and he dipped his fingers inside and scooped out a large portion of the make-shift lube.
Micky looked Mike directly in the eye as he started to cover the slightly taller man's erection in Vaseline, but before Micky did anything else he had to kiss Mike on the lips again.
When Micky eventually pulled back, Mike was looking at him seriously. "We can take this slow again if you want." Mike said breathlessly.
Micky shook his head. "I'm done with wasting time." He said, taking Mike's cock in his hand and guiding it towards his entrance. "I need you right now."
Mike laid there gazing up at Micky in wonder as the curly-haired man slowly slid himself down onto Mike's cock. Micky watched Mike's eyes immediately roll into the back of his head while his own mouth fell open as the sensation of Mike inside of him in this position was almost overpowering.
"Holy fuck." Micky moaned, his head flopping backwards.
Micky had to pause, realising he'd maybe gone a little too fast a little too soon, but for all the discomfort there was also an enormous amount of pleasure, and after only a few seconds Micky felt his body relax and get used to the sensation.
"You're so big." Micky moaned as he slid himself down a little further.
Mike's hands were gripping hold of Micky's thighs. "You're fucking amazing." He gasped, looking down at where their bodies met. "You look incredible."
Micky smirked. He moved forward before pushing himself back down so that Mike was fully sheathed inside of him.
"Oh my god." Micky moaned, holding still as his head fell back again. "You feel unreal. This is- fuck. This feels so good."
Micky's head flopped forward and he forced his eyes open to look at his partner's face. Mike was wearing the same look of ecstasy that Micky had written all over his face, and Micky found himself leaning forward to kiss the Texan on the lips hungrily.
Mike fisted Micky's curls and started to move his hips, thrusting up inside Micky. Micky moaned into Mike's mouth and continued his movements, moving himself back and forward and having to break the kiss to allow himself to breath.
"God, Mick." Mike moaned, his head pressing back into the pillow. "You feel... ughh... unbelievable."
Micky managed to smirk as he quickened his pace, his hand latching on to his own erection. Micky started to pump himself hard and fast as he started to moan louder and louder with every time he pushed down on to Mike, and both men were beginning to sweat profusely.
"That's it," Mike groaned. "You look so good, baby."
Micky's head fell back as Mike started to match Micky's pace and thrust up inside of him. It felt so good - almost too good in fact, and Micky had a feeling this was going to be over far quicker than either of them would've liked.
"This isn't gonna last long." Micky gasped. "I'm- I'm gonna come soon."
"Me too." Mike breathed. He reached out and grabbed Micky's wrist, pulling his hand away from his cock. Mike took hold of Micky's erection and started pumping him in the same rhythm that Micky had been using on himself, clearly determined to tip his boy over the edge first.
"Ughhh Mike." Micky moaned.
Mike squeezed Micky and pumped him harder. "Fucking come for me. Come all over me. I wanna see it." Mike ordered, lifting his head off the pillow so he could see clearly.
"Oh yeah." Micky gasped breathlessly, the words leaving his mouth in a desperate whisper.
Right there and then, Micky came. He erupted all over Mike's hand, stomach and chest, jet after jet leaving him with brute force. Mike moaned as he watched his partner reached his peak, and he continued to work Micky's erection until he was satisfied every last drop had left him.
Micky rode Mike a little longer as Mike's head flopped back onto the pillow again. Micky then pulled himself off of the Texan and took Mike's erection in his hand before he started pumping him in the same fashion Mike had used on him moments before.
Micky could tell by Mike's face that he was seriously close. Micky moved so Mike's cock was just inches away from his face, and Micky marvelled at it as he stroked it hard and fast.
"I'm coming, Micky." Mike choked.
"That's it, babe." Micky told him, desperate to see - and take - what Mike had to give.
Micky held his mouth open as he prepared for Mike to come. Just moments later, Mike exploded in a similar way to Micky a minute before, only this time Mike's load shot straight into Micky's waiting mouth.
Micky loved it. He held his mouth open until Mike had spilled everything he had. Micky swallowed hard, remembering how much he loved the way Mike tasted, and he continued to slowly squeeze Mike's sensitive penis as he made sure every last drop was spent.
Micky glanced up at Mike - who was looking down at Micky under heavy-lidded eyes - before sliding Mike's softening cock into his mouth. Micky sucked the sensitive tip and heard Mike let out a breathy, relieved moan in response. Micky bobbed his head a few times before letting Mike fall out of his mouth, and that's when Micky rolled over and collapsed on his back next to the exhausted Texan.
"Holy shit." Mike sighed after a minutes silence. "That was quick but... fuck. That was amazing."
"I know." Micky nodded, staring at the ceiling which seemed to be spinning. "Damn."
Micky eventually rolled onto his stomach so he could look at Mike. Mike looked delicious - he was sweaty and his hair was a mess. His chest was glistening in sweat and still covered in Micky's come. Micky thought Mike looked beautiful and sexy - he looked like a real man, even when covered in another man's seed.
Micky shuffled closer to Mike so he could give him a tender kiss. When he pulled back, Mike was beaming at him.
"You're somethin' else, Mick." Mike smiled.
"I could say the same about you." Micky grinned.
Mike placed his hand on the side of Micky's face as he gazed up at his boy. "You know, I think this could be one of those times where we spend the entire day in bed..." Mike said.
Micky looked at Mike playfully. "Hold on, I thought you said before that I was the one who used to force you to stay in bed with me." He teased.
"Yeah well, now it's my turn to force you." Mike smirked.
Before Micky could respond, Mike grabbed hold of him and flipped them both over so he was now on top of Micky, pinning his wrists to the bed and causing Micky to start giggling uncontrollably.
"Aha! Now I have you right where I want ya." Mike boasted.
Mike released Micky's wrists from his grasp, allowing Micky to instantly wrap his arms around Mike's neck and pull him into a deep kiss, playful kiss. Micky then pulled back and started laughing even more. "Eww, you've got my come all over me now!"
Mike lifted his upper body and noticed that he'd unintentionally smeared Micky's load all over the both of them. "Oops." He chuckled, running his finger through some of the come. He sucked it into his mouth. "I forgot how good you taste."
Micky grinned. "You taste good too."
"Seeing as we're both such a mess, I guess this gives us a good excuse to jump in the shower." Mike said. "And we're both so dirty I don't think either of us can wait, so that means we'll have to jump in the shower together."
Micky's huge smile somehow grew even wider. "I like the sound of that." He said. "Just as long as we can come back to bed afterwards."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Mike beamed.