summary: You've been in a relationship with Evan for a while now, but somehow you are still stuck on first base. You start questioning if he's really that into you.
summary: Mikey needs some love after meeting his family
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summary: Mike, Melot and nina celebrate their first anniversary
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summary: After another breakup, instead of your best friend you only find her brother Mikey at her home. The guy you had a crush on since you were 12âŠ
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summary: your babysitter job took some turns that you couldn't have forseen...
caught for sillyrabbit81âs milestone celebration 2023 (Mikey/reader) đ„ đ
follow-up of pranked, but both stories can be read separately
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I know we've been talking about vampire boys a lot lately (yay!) but I have a request for you...
Do you think you can find a few words about Mikey and Melmel being together after the revelation we got in the new chapter?
Natural follows reader, but I desperately want to see those two together alone. So, a Mikey or Melmel pov? Even if it's just a short glimpse, a few words. Please đ„ș
A little kiss, a caress, some tender moment?
Well, my dear...
15 days after you sent me this ask, and I think it's finally time to answer it (even though that's fairly pointless because I've been keeping you in the loop during this whole process, of course.)
Safe to say, I've written a few words. Your short glimpse is done.
You're apparently going to have to take a day off work to read it, though...
Actual footage of me:
So if anyone is interested in some sweet boy-on-boy vampire lovemaking... Got you covered. (The vamps are also covered. In various substances. Just saying.)
Sending this ask was one of the best decisions in my life, because how could I live without having read this incredibly sweet and hot and perfect piece of your writing?
I love the end result so much, I will be coming back to read it for years.
But I also love that a simple ask inspired you to shake 14k words out of your sleeve like it isn't damn hard to write. You made it look so easy.
It made me incredibly happy to see your updates as you wrote, how the story grew in your head and on your pages.
That's one of the best parts of the tumblr community. With a little ask you can light a fire of creativity that burns for weeks.
Thank you for sharing your talent with all of us â€ïž
A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August, Sherlock, Charles, Melot and Napoleon
Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...
Warnings: ongoing vampire shenanigans, Melot's ongoing identity crisis, purple (or at the very least lavender) prose, angst, mentions of: child marriage, cheating, (internalized) homophobia, religious trauma, abuse, SA. Mentions of grey sweatpants, inappropriate anger at the inventor of jeans, Awkward Virgin trope, blood, biting, bruising, praise kink, the untimely demise of a shirt, awkward groping, (awkward everything), handjob, blowjob, premature-ish ejaculation, wasting water by taking a shower that later proves to have been absolutely fucking useless, Frotting/rubbing/dry humping (not sure what to call this, tbh. A butt-job?), rimming (eating ass, analingus, pick your fave), light D/s dynamic, light brat behavior, hair pulling, more praise (possibly slight feminisation? Depending on how youd define that?), masturbation, deepthroating, throatfucking, oral creampie, cumswapping/cumkissing, elements of subspace + subdrop, aftercare.
Word count: 14.004 (Yes. 14k. You read that correctly.)
A/N: Well, well, well, what here we have? It started with this sweet ask from @geralts-yenn, and... what can I say? Things got out of hand? (Understatement.)
It quickly became clear to me that there was a lot more to unpack than I had originally counted on, and then the boys turned out to be... well, dirty little whores. So...
I considered making this a bonus-chapter because this is written from Melot's POV, but since it slots into the timeline, I decided against that. I will, however be changing the tense and POV (from past tense to present, and from 2nd person to 1st person POV) from here on out, because over time I've simply come to prefer writing that way. I'll also be writing more chapters from the boys' perspectivesâI'm working on one from Leon's POV that isn't too far off in the future (storyline-wise... actual real-life time-wise, one can never know.)
Also: I'm literally begging everyone to come into my comments (or DMs, or asks) to talk about these boys because... Well, I just love them so much. I already did, but it's literally so much worse now, lol.
Iâm afraid to open my eyes, knowing that if I do, Iâll be staring right back into the reflection of my own soul.
Thereâs no hiding from himânot that I want to. At least, I think I donât.
I sit still, counting the seconds as they tick away on the clock in the living room. Iâm the only one who can hear it from anywhere in the houseâanywhere on the property, even. If I try hard enough, that is.
The sound has been my anchor for centuries. Sometimes, it feels more familiar to me than the beating of my own heart. Unsurprisingly, I might add. How could it not be, when everything about me exists for the sole purpose of looking outward.
Oftentimes, my visions have prevented me from gaining a more intimate knowledge of myself, and they continue to do so to this day. Itâs been this way throughout my entire existence.
Fourteen hundred years. Fourteen centuries.
My senses are honed to perfection. Beyond it, evenâalthough many would argue the impossibility of the proposition, but itâs exactly what a millennium and a half will do to you.
I know that better than anyone. How could anyone know better? For all we know, I might very well be the oldest vampire on the planet.
The scoff I attempt to choke back finds its way to freedom as a nigh imperceptible faltering in my otherwise steady breathing.
âPenny for your thoughts?â he whispers softly. I feel his fingertips creep closer to mine before they actually do, yet I am startled by the sensation of him touching me.
I resist the urge to pull my hand back, just as Iâve been resisting the urge to flee the room and never return. A part of me, I am most unwilling to admit, even wants to attack.
He wouldnât stand a chance.
Heâd be dead before he even realized Iâd moved.
Oh, to become something youâve been taught to fearâand to think this is hardly my first battle of the sort. Iâd give up the hope that they ever get easier, if I hadnât known for a fact they donât for the longest time.
âYou like boys.â
These words have haunted my dreams for the past two days. Left me alone for nary a second since the moment they fell freely and innocently from Mikeâs beautiful lips.
Spoken with no ill intent, they wrapped themselves around every inch of every branch of my consciousness, constricting it more and more with every last breath I took, their truth so immediately undeniable that I was forced to admit to it.
And that means there is no way back for me now.
When Mike told me that Iâd have time for an identity crisis later, I donât think he realized just how right he was, and I canât blame him for his ignorance. I donât doubt for a second that it was completely unintentional.
As much as he hates it when we say it, he is just a baby, born into a fairly secular household in the sixties, but more importantly; involved in all kinds of generally more accepting subcultures from a relatively young ageâŠ
Heâs had his struggles, of course. But as strange as it is to say, because one has to admit they were significant, they are irrelevant at this current time.
On the other side, we have⊠well, me.
Forced into a political marriage at fourteen in early medieval Cornwall, to a girl even younger than I was, our wedding night consisting of nothing but a tear-filled pact made between two terrified children under the cover of darkness, to forego the consummation of our marriage.
Instilled in me, a fierce loyalty and the staunch belief that a man lay with no one but his own wife, and a wife with no other person than her husband, I devoted myself to her as best I could, given our circumstances.
That there was no love between us mattered not, for we had been united before God.
Not unlike today, however, inappropriately crude and explicit conversations with my peers had made me far more knowledgeable on the subject of reproduction than I otherwise would have been, given my lacking experience.
For years, I slept by her side, riddled with guilt over our failure to fulfil our marital duties toward one another, praying every waking minute for the ability to be a better husband.
I shed my tears over her betrayal in private as I prepared to welcome a child into my lifeâa child I knew couldnât possibly be mine.
Every day of my life, I am grateful for the existence of specialized historical trauma psychologists: They were of indescribable and immeasurable value when I was struggling to unite the unpleasant aspects of my upbringing and âearlyâ non-human lifeâthe first thousand years, give or takeâwith the modern world I somehow found myself in rather more suddenly than I had ever expected.
The past certainly has a way of sneaking up on you, but I wouldnât dream of underestimating the present in that particular respect.
Alas, as helpful as my therapists have been, their efforts feel wasted in this moment, because Mike dragged me onto a new road of self-discovery that appears to contain several unexpected challenges.
Challenges I am afraid of.
Challenges I am ashamed of.
As mentioned before: for the second time in my fourteen hundred years, I have become something I was taught to fear, and despite my convictions that I had overcome my prejudices, that I had moved past this darkness of fear and hatred, it seems to be the case that nothing could be further from the truth.
A shocking revelation. Truly.
I find no solace in the fact that I was never taught to hate, though it is true. One is almost never directly taught to hate, for the simple reason that it is far easier to teach fear than hatred.
But fear breeds hatred.
I learned to fear the sin, which led me to hate the sinner, and there is no excuse for that.
This, I have always known.
Over timeâmore time than I care to admitâmy hatred disappeared, and I took pride in that, for I had shown growth, and an ability to learn and adapt.
I had evolved.
How upsetting it is, then, to be forced to come to the realization that somewhere along the line, I seem to have come to the conclusion that to cease fearing for othersâ condemnation would suffice in terms of accepting them.
In other words: If they want to go to hell, let them!
And now that itâs me, I find that I suffer still from that very same fear of a god I have long since stopped believing in.
The line between truly knowing that something isnât sinful, and simply not caring when others sin, is remarkably thin.
And I am standing right on top of it.
âIt wouldnât help,â Mike whispers, just as my desire to ask him what I want surges, threatening to wash me away.
Two lonely tears escape my still closed eyes, allowing me to focus on their path down my cheeks as they fight the resistance my skin provides.
I thank them silently.
âWhy not?â There is no point in trying to keep the defeat from shining through in my voice.
âBecause you want it all,â he replies. I expect to hear pity in his voice, and its absence surprises me nearly as much as his answer. No matter how much I want to ask him, my voice refuses to lend me its cooperation.
Not that it matters. After all, Mike knows.
âThere is no âone desireâ, Melot,â he continues, making me shiver as he drags a single finger down the back of my hand. âIn the past thirty seconds alone, youâve cycled through âfight, flight, freezeâ more times than I can count. You want to jump meâeither to kiss me or kill me. You want to run, hide, talk, think, cry, scream, punch somethingânot me, please. You want answers, and to desperately not need answers because you want there to not be a question that needs answering to begin with.â
âI never wanted to kill you,â I mumble, the characteristic heat of embarrassment creeping up to my cheeks in a staggering tempo.
Mike chuckles. Iâm not proud of what the sound does to me, but good Lord it feels amazing. âThatâs the thing, Melmel,â he muses quietly, âthe fact that I felt it, means it was a genuine desire. Granted, it didnât last long, but it was there. And I get it.â
âI was never goingââ More tears tread in their predecessorsâ footsteps, their heat blending in nicely with the scorching glow of embarrassment that plagues my skin.
âI know,â he reassures me. âYou have a whole rational brain I donât have access toâthatâs Marshallâs territory, not mine. My point is: you canât âsortaâ want something. Okay, you can, in the sense that thereâs a scale to how much you want somethingâa range from âwantâ to âneedââbut thereâs no such thing as a half-desire. A desire is a desire.â
I wince at the implication of his words as guilt washes over me like a tidal wave, while Mike continues: âYour tiny littleâbut genuineâwant to brutally murder me was immediately overshadowed by a very strong need for me to be⊠not dead.â
âWas there anything useful in the entire list?â Iâm surprised by my ability to squeeze out an entire sentence, if Iâm being honest.
Mike chuckles again, and my whole body feels like itâs made of carbonated liquid. âThe desire to call your therapist is probably a good one,ââhe pauses for a moment, letting out a cheeky chuckleââand I would selfishly vote in favor of any of the many more eh⊠carnal ones.â
I scoff. He speaks in jest, at least partially, and I refuse to dignify his nonsense with a response, so I move on. âWhich is the most, eh⊠potent?â
âThatâs a great way to phrase it, yeah,â Mike confirms. âAnd itâs definitely your overwhelmingâand permanent, by the wayâdesire to be held by someone.â
I finally open my eyes, staring at Mike wide-eyed in nothing short of pure horror. How disappointing that the floor doesnât melt away from under me right this second to spare me the mortificationâŠ
âGet your priorities straight, Melmel,â Mike admonishes me, a sweet smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âYou should be way more embarrassed about wanting to kill me than wanting to snuggle up to someone.â He scooches closer to me, quickly adjusting the mountain of pillows as he moves, and puts an arm around my shoulders. âEspecially since we share that particular need.â
We sit in silence for a while, Mikeyâs head on my shoulder, his arm around me. It triggers my visions, which isnât at all surprising. In them, I feel none of the shame and guilt I do nowâor did, moments agoâwhich is very reassuring, but as much as I would like to luxuriate in that feeling after my meltdown, Mikeyâs much stronger reaction forces me to let them pass, acknowledged but without much further investigation.
He struggles to keep his fingers still, and I am facing similar difficulties in strangling whatever sound I feel I canât afford to make freely.
âWhat do you need from me?â I practically have to force the words out of my mouth. âIn this⊠courtship?â
Mike laughs. âAs far as definitions go, thatâs fair, but do you know a twenty-first-century word?â
âTo describe you?â I elbow him in the ribs and roll my eyes. âI know several, and I doubt youâd be happy with any of them.â
âJerk,â he huffs.
âThat was one of them, yes.â I struggle not to laugh when Mike pouts and nudges me, failing miserably, and before I know it, Iâm on my back with him hovering over me. My gaze is pulled towards his lips through no fault of my own. In my fourteen hundred years, I have never known anyone who scowls as adorably as Mikey does, and every corner of my thoughts occupied by the sight of his bottom lip sticking out slightly.
Completely involuntarily, my eyes follow the contours of that lip, and my mind gravitates towards images of us. Together.
Iâ
I bite back the moan that threatens to escape, and fight to regain control of my teeth. âWe should talk first,â I manage, my words punctuated by labored breaths.
Mike nods, dropping onto his side next to me and propping himself up on one elbow. âItâs really simple,â he says plainly. Clearly, the past thirty seconds have been less taxing on his self-restraint than they were on mine⊠âWe can take this as slowly as you need, obviously. But I need you to know the difference between what youâre ready for now, and what you know youâll be ready for in the future.â
I nod. Thatâs the easy part of the equation.
Unfortunately, Mike may be a clown at times, but he wasnât born yesterday. âAnd I need you to stick with the now-boundaries.â
I nod again, much less sure of myself this time, but I promise him to give it my very best effort.
âOf course, Iâll help. If necessary,â he continues. âBut I refuse to rely on my gift to guard your limits. I need to know you feel comfortable, and safe, and confident enough to communicate your needs, okay?â
His concern for my safety and wellbeing is almost enough to bring me to tears all over again. If Iâve learned anything in my life, itâs that time does, in fact, not heal all wounds, and although I have come a long way, I cannot deny the lastingâpossibly permanentâdamage inflicted upon me by the coldest, darkest days of my past.
The times without love.
The times when I had no one but myself to care about me.
I sob my agreement to his terms, rather than say it. The sound of my breaking voice draws his brows together in a pitiful frown.
He bites his lower lip as he contemplates his next words, and I struggle to keep my head clear as his lips once again draw my attention away from the conversation, while the sorrow in his expression has me teetering on the edge of panic.
His expression hardens as he breathes in deeply before looking at me very directly. His eyes are cold, and my heart rate quickens at the sight.
âAnd,â he says softly but with unmistakable determination, âIâm not doing this behind closed doors.â He looks down, fidgeting with the duvet covers as he continues: âIâm not saying you have to come out to the entire world tomorrowâor explicitly to anyone at all, unless you want to, of courseââ
âI wouldnât even know what to come out as,â I admit almost reluctantly. At this point, I havenât even begun to think about labels and definitions and whatnot.
âI mean⊠If weâre going to be dating, then one label that definitely applies is âthe guy whoâs dating Mikeyâ,â he says matter-of-factly. I have to admit he has a point. âIâm kinda big on PDAâI promise I wonât suck your face off in public, but hugs, or a kiss here and there⊠Like, Iâm not going to let some guy who canât even hold my hand at the movies, dick me down when we get home.â
He laughs at my expression, and I canât blame him. I, myself, imagine it to be quite the sight; wide-eyed, mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land while my entire vocabulary seems to have vacated the premisesâŠ
âIâm sorry,â he snickers, âI didnât mean to scare you. My point is: If you canât love me in public, you donât get to love me in private, thatâs all.â
âMikeyâŠâ I hesitate, attempting at the same time to swallow away the lump in my throat. It doesnât work. âI promiseâswear, evenâthat I will try, but I might need some time.â
âProgress, not perfection, Melmel,â Mike says as he leans forward to rest his forehead against mine for a moment. âI just want you to make an effort, okay?â
I nod furiously. Of course, I never truly expected him to toss me aside because I canât adjust to all of this in a matter of days, but itâs a relief, nonetheless.
Now that my fears have been taken away, more visions come to me. The doom scenarios are entirely of my own makingâI learned to tell the difference several centuries ago, but I canât say that that knowledge has been in any way facilitative to my ability to disregard them.
However, I cannot deny that it is comforting that the majority of them are overwhelmingly positive, setting my body alight with a warm, soothing glow.
It makes me calm.
Happy.
It also makes meâŠ
âFor someone whoâs struggling to come to terms with all of this,ââMikeâs voice is strained, the sound of it more of a moan than regular speechââyou are incredibly horny.â
My lips tremble as his hand cups the side of my face, his thumb gently trailing over my cheekbone.
I have to swallow before I can even speak. âIâm coming off a fourteen-hundred-year dry spell, Mikey.â
Mikeâs eyes go wide with shock, perhaps even terror. âFourtâ w-what?â He looks adorable, his mouth slightly open, brows drawn together in disbelief. âTwo days ago⊠That wasnât your first kiss, right?â
I chuckle, but not from the heart. âIt was certainly the first one I was a willing participant in,â I admit bitterly. The realization bites, digging its filthy, razor-sharp claws deep into my soul. âNot that the collection of instances of the other sort is by any means impressive.â
âEvery last one of those is one too many, Melot,â Mike sighs.
I canât stand to see the pity in his eyes, so I close mine again, focusing on his scent instead.
Every member of my covenâpast or presentâhas an odor so unique to their person that I would happily wager that Iâd be able to identify them from a mile away.
And then thereâs my own family, blood and garlic aside.
I may have known Sherlock the longest, but I know Charles the best, which is why I can say with absolute confidence that Iâd recognize the dark, brooding combination of leather and smoke in my sleep. Itâs luxurious and alluring, its complex sophistication undeniable, but at the same time, itâs cold, distant and uninviting. It used to be different, but what little remains of the welcoming seduction of the past, is now dull and faded.
Sherlock, on the other handâalthough every bit as strong and refinedâsmells warm, approachable and comforting, with a very pronounced overtone of sweet vanillaâwhich Mike, should I ever decide to discuss this particular subject with him, would probably find very typical and likely even funny. At some point in my life, I developed the strange habit of sitting outside Sherlockâs bedroom door when I miss him, just so his scent can comfort meâhe has a way of showing up whenever I do.
August and Leon share the dark, bold and spicy edge to their scents. Theyâre matched for sensual promiscuity, but Leon leans further into the direction of exotic rebelliousness and playful deviance. August smells⊠calmer. More grounded.
Marshall smells remarkably similar to Sherlock, in a way. Only he trades the sweetness for something crisper and fresher, reminiscent of pine and fresh herbs. It feels almost strangely grounded and familiar, with a quiet strength and weight to it that borders on intimidating.
And then thereâs Mike. It should surprise no one that heâs the odd one out, and although I wouldnât describe the scent as that of bubblegum and jellybeans, I wouldnât necessarily not describe it as such. Itâs a rather untidy fragrance, that has an energetic flamboyance to its almost cacophonous complexity. Touches of woods and herbs ground the otherwise discordant bouquet of lush, tropical fruits and crisp, fresh citrus, combined with a selection of floral aromas that expresses something of a delicate⊠femininity. Itâs youthful, vibrant, playful and mischievous, and more importantly, itâs the best damned thing Iâve ever had the pleasure to smell.
 Unthinkingly, I pull Mike closer, the tip of my nose tracing a gentle path up the side of his neck as I inhale deeply, savoring not only the scent, but also his warmth, pulse, and the feeling of his skin against mine as it transitions from the smoothness down by his shoulder to the scratchy stubble of the five oâ clock shadow on his jaw Iâm embarrassed to admit I find quite attractive.
My senses are so thoroughly occupied with the attempt to soak up every crumb of these new, delightful experiences that I completely forget to care even the slightest bit about the quiet moan that slips past my lips.
Mike whines impatiently in reply, and when he suddenly moves, I struggle to keep up with the innumerable sensations that wash over me in rapid succession.
His breath on my ear, the delectable feeling of his weight on top of me, the tangling of our legs, his hand at the back of my neck, and its long, slender fingers traveling over my scalp⊠But much more pressingâand more annoying, I might addâis my acute and absolutely insufferable awareness of the suddenly too thick, coarse and rigid denim of my jeans as it moves over my skin in all the wrong ways while we adjust our position on the bed.
Not to mention that these godforsaken trousers, which fit me perfectly and comfortably less than half an hour ago, suddenly seem too tightâan experience that wouldnât be unique to my person in the least, if Mike wasnât very likely completely unbothered by such atrocities sensations due to the fact that he is wearing sweatpants.
Sweatpants which, much to my dismay, contribute to my own discomfort far more than I care to admit.
That is not to say Mike is unaffected by this situation. In fact, the evidence heavily favors the contrary, and the fact that I can feel his pulse⊠there, in combination with the thought that that means he can probably feel mine in approximately the same location, keeps distracting me from mentally drafting the letter of complaint I wish I had sent to Levi Strauss & Co. back in the 1870s.
I have never wanted out of a pair of trousersâor any other type of garment, for that matterâthis badly in my entire existence. And for all the wrong reasons, too, for crying out loud!
A displeased whimper hits my ear, and by the time it dawns on me that I was the one who made it because Mikey suddenly disappeared, an unidentifiable pile of dark grey fabric lands on my stomach.
The person who put it there is standing next to the bed, towering over me with his arms folded across his chest. It would have been intimidating, if not for the hint of a smile that peeks through the stern mask on his face.
Mike points to the bathroom. âTheyâre sweatpants,â he says impatiently, âgo put them on. Now. Please.â
My brain cycles through countless motives and explanations, but Iâm so hopelessly behind on processing the events of the past minute, that it comes up completely empty.
I must look at least half as confused as I feel, because Mike can no longer fight back his smile. âHey, normally Iâd tell you to just take the jeans off, but I donât want us to get ahead of ourselves,â he chuckles. âIf this is what it takes to keep you from violently longing to invent time travel so you can smack Jacob W. Davis and Levi Strauss over the head with a comically large wooden mallet, thenâŠâ
He makes a series of vague, impatient gestures at me, the sweatpants and in the general direction of the bathroom, all accompanied by an equally impatient and exquisitely adorable whine.
When I laugh, after deciding against telling him how cute he looks, Mike frowns, and his eyes narrow. âMel, please,â he whines, âI really, really, really want to kiss you.â
Nervous as that makes me, I canât deny that itâs exactly what I want too, and despite my legs feeling exceptionally uncooperative, I manage to make it to the bathroom in one piece.
I lean my shoulders against the wall, steadying myself as I attempt to regain control over myself, my chest heaving with every new breath.
The cold of the tile creeps through the fabric of my shirt with ease, grounding me.
Soothing me.
My thoughts, which are normally fairly organized, are a messâan un-unravelable heap of pure chaos.
Itâs anarchy!
Mike somehow manages to match the energy of an eight-week-old puppy attempting to herd sheep, with the exact same, very predictable and equallyâif not more soâundesirable result.
And Iâm the sheep.
I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip with force until I taste blood, but the visions keep coming.
My fingersâare they mine? If they were, one would assume I would know how to get them to fucking work, correct? When I put these jeans on this morning, this wasnât the worldâs most challenging button, so why wonât it open, for Godâs sake?
I swear under my breath, screwing my eyes shut as if to squeeze the last bit of focus out of my brain that way. I must, however, come to the unfortunate conclusion that I am not a tube of toothpaste.
âYouâre impossible.â Mikeâs voice is hoarse, his chest moves rapidly in time with his equally erratic breathing, and his long fingers close effortlessly around my wrists with punishing force. âGet these hands out of the damn way and let me help you with that.â
Apparently, his wish is my command. Or perhaps, his command is my command. Either way, my hands are out of his way in a flash.
Barely a second later, the button and zipper of this treacherous denim contraption are no longer an obstacle, and I struggle to breathe as Mike leans his forehead against mine, dipping his fingertips tentatively into the now-loosened waistband of my trousers.
He holds me firmly in place as he steps closer, grinding his hips into mine. Out of reflex, I bite down on my lip again, piercing my skin, which lures a soft whine from my throat.
Before I can do anything, Mike passes his tongue over the wound before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, and I seem to have suddenly forgotten how to breathe altogether.
âNow,â Mike saysââgrowlsâ would be a more apt description, perhaps, âtake these off, put the sweatpants onâor donât. Strip completely bare-ass naked for all I care, but get in my damn bed, please.â
 Hearing my own desperate need echoed in his voice makes my heart stutterâthe cruel cold or Mikeyâs sudden absence makes me restless.
I rid myself of my jeans as quickly as I can, and as I exchange them for the much more comfortable sweatpants, I canât resist the urge to squeeze my throbbing erection through the fabric, desperately attempting to fight the thought of how much I need that hand to be his instead of mine.
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â Mikey snarls, his voice close to my ear and the scorching heat of his body comforting me once again. âI should drag you to bed by your balls, you little tease. Why are you out here wanting all these things, when we can be doing them in there?â
I want to say something, but even if my voice were cooperating, my vocabulary certainly wouldnât be. In the end, nothing but a pathetic whine escapes me, making Mike chuckle.
He hooks two fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants, no doubt with the intention to tug me along towards the bed, but one catches behind the band of my underwear as well, putting more of me on display than I anticipated. I know Mike well enough to expect him to take a peekâand the urgency with which he does so immediatelyâand I find myself thoroughly enjoying the look of utter desperation and pure carnal need on his face as he fails to fight off a crooked smile, dragging his tongue along his upper lip.
I struggle to identify the feeling that washes over me, wringing out my insides as Mikeâs playful smile widens, his gaze still locked on my groin. There is a strange sense of pride to it. At the same time, waves of anticipation struggle for power against nervousness.
The longer I look at his face, the stronger the anticipation becomes. Heâs cute, with his mischievous smile, fangs out as he fights off the ragged corners of the desires he knows would likely push me a tad too far at this time.
But Mike can think of six things either simultaneously or in awe-inspiringly quick succession.
âWhy does it happen? The fangs?â he asks quietly, amusement poorly concealed in his tone.
My laughter rings involuntarily, the sound bouncing off the tiles, echoing in my own mind as it once again struggles to keep up with everything thatâs happening. âYouâve clearly never lived in a large coven,â I chuckle. âOne so powerful that hiding your natureâand teethâbecomes completely unnecessary. Our natural instinct is to have them out. Even after centuries, one must have his wits about him in order to control them, and I donât know about yours, but mine are halfway to Argentina by now.â
Mikeâs grin widens as he takes a step back, finally guiding me back to his bedroom.
When the back of my legs meet the edge of the bed, his eyes darken. âI really want to do some dirty things to you, Melmel,â he whispers. The high-pitched whine that meets my ear must be mine, and unthinkingly I chase the pathetic sound away with a scornful chuckle which, most unfortunately, is followed by a sharp gasp as Mike pulls me closer by my hips until my body is flush against his. âWill you let me?â
The art of speech eludes me still, so I nod.
âIâm going to kiss you now,â Mike says as he gently places a hand on either side of my face.
To be overcome with desire does not mean what I thought it did until now in the slightest. As soon as Mikeâs lips touch mine, true desperate need comes crashing down on me, drowning out everything else.
His mouth is soft, but firm. His hands gentle as they move from my face, down my chest and stomach, to the sides of my hips, until they reach the back of my thighs. He picks me up effortlessly, of course, wrapping my legs around him before laying me down in the middle of the mattress.
Our moans effortlessly overshadow everything else that attempts to occupy my thoughts, only leaving room to experience pleasure. Itâs all-consuming.
Powerful.
Cathartic, even.
Mikeâs tongue licks gently at the seam of my lips, which part as if by magic to grant him entrance.
His enthusiasm is infectious, and I greedily reciprocate untilâŠ
âFuck!â Mike pulls back, still laughing when he sticks out his tongue. Itâs bleeding. âI forgot you have spare teeth.â
âIâm sorry.â I canât bear to look at him as guilt washes over me, drowning out all the wonderful feelings from before.
âDonât be,â he says softly, giving me a reassuring peck on the tip of my nose. âYou can poke as many holes in me as you want, this just took me by surprise, thatâs all.â
He presses his lips to mine again, this time with significantly more restraintâto start with, that is. Every time he rolls his hips, grinding them into mine, he loses a bit of that control.
I could say the same does not apply to me, but it would be such a blatant lie that it would be laughable at best.
When he bites my lip, he is careful not to break the skin, but the force is still enough to bruise me.
Whatever mark he leaves on me, with very few exceptions, will be gone before weâre even done here. Why does that strike me as such a tragedy?
The last remnants of Mikeyâs gentle touch have disappeared now, as his fingertips dig into my shoulders, my hips, my thighs, with brutal force. It would certainly be enough to cause serious harm to someone less sturdy than either of usâŠ
âGod, I havenât done this with another vampire in years,â Mike groans. The sound, deep, dark and dripping with lust, vibrates throughout my entire body.
I know heâs been with nymphs, shiftersâwere- or otherwiseâand demons, and I donât doubt that there have been many more rendezvous with many more species I havenât the faintest clue about, but that knowledge proves to be of surprisingly little impact on this moment. âTell me if Iâm too rough with you, Mel. Please.â
Not at all, I wish to scream. Iâll take everything heâs willing to give me and more. So much more.
But I canât seem to find my voice. Instead, I slide my hands into his shirt on a whim, dragging my nails down his back, reveling in the sense of pride and sensuality I feel as he arches to my⊠well, âtouchâ would be quite the understatement, I suppose.
âGuess not, then,â he says with a devious grin as he grabs the hem of the t-shirt I just decided to ignore and pulls it over his head.
Iâve seen him without a shirt, of course. Goodness, Iâve seen him damn near naked on several occasions, but this timeâŠ
As he sits there, straddling my thighs, towering over me, my eyes wander down, taking in his broad shoulders, chest and abs. Heâs lean, toned, but I wouldnât describe him as particularly muscular. His pale skin is smooth all the way down to his navel, where my attention is captured by the thin line of dark hair that leads⊠down.
My hands make their way up his thighs until they rest on his hips, and without realizing, I speak. âYou are so beautiful.â
I realize my error instantly, an overpowering sense of confusion surging through me as I watch Mikeâs face light up.
âYeah?â he asks excitedly as I continue my attempt to grasp why he sounds so pleased. My confusion must be apparent, because Mike laughs sweetly. âItâs okay, baby, you can call me beautiful all day, every day. Can I see if youâre pretty too?â
It clicks as soon as the word âprettyâ leaves his mouth, and I am suddenly overcome with the fear that he wonât see me that way while Mike fusses with the top button of my shirt.
He groans out of frustration. âDo you have any emotional attachment to this thing?â he growls almost aggressively as he grabs me by the collar of my shirt. I shake my head, once again unable to speak. âGood.â
The fabric tears almost too easily, and several buttonsâfour, to be exactâfind their way onto the floor.
A long, desperate whine meets my ear as Mike rakes his fingers over my chest, down to my stomach, where he traces the faint line of hair with a single finger, all the way down to the waistband of my trousers, while I dig my fingers into his hips with more force than I intended. It makes Mikeâs cock twitch, causing it to bump against my thumb, which lures a sharp gasp from me.
Mike reacts to it and the expression that has appeared on my face in the meantime without my knowledge, and certainly without my consent.
âOkay,â he taunts, âmy pretty boy wants to play in the big leagues then?â
Despite my nerves, I find myself nodding in reply to his question, attempting once again to swallow the tightness in my throat away.
Mike kisses me, softly but enthusiasticallyâand most importantly: repeatedlyâas he lies down next to me. Heat rises to my cheeks as he flashes me that goofy smile of his.
I was always under the impression that I found that smile particularly annoying. I guess I was wrong.
The one hand that is still on his hip relentlessly attempts to capture my attention, begging me to acknowledge its proximity to the part of Mike that currently has my imagination spinning completely out of control, but I canât allow myself to comply with its demands just yet. Lord knows Iâll be swiftly rid of any ability to speak, which would be⊠unfortunate, to say the least.
Not that that particular ability isnât greatly impaired to begin with, but we neednât tempt fate further, I would say.
âIâll be happy to tell you anything you want to know, Melot,â Mike whispers softly as he moves closer to me. Itâs the strange fish-on-dry-land-esque performance attached to it that makes me laughâand much louder than I had intended, too. In fact, I had no intention to laugh at allâŠ
I snap my mouth shut and look away. Surely, my cheeks must be so red they are in fact aglow right now, mustnât they?
Mike groans loudly, which twists the uncomfortable knot in my stomach, greatly worsening the unwelcome tightness I was already feeling.
To say I am in no way prepared for his words, would be an understatement.
âMel, dude, Melmel, babe, Melly, my good sir,â he sighs, âwhere were you when they sent out the memo that thisââhe gestures wildly at the both of usââall of this, like⊠sex, is supposed to be fun?â
âWell, Iââ Just hearing him describe what weâre doing as âsexâ brings forward a host of emotions I can either not identify or desperately wish I couldnât, and it certainly helps my nerves in no imaginable way.
âLike, babygirl, I get it,â he continues, as I try to prevent having to invent a new shade of red to describe the color my cheeks will turn after this one, âyouâre nervous. Youâve never done this. Youâve been told not to do this, with⊠well, pretty much anyone but definitely not another dudeâwhich Iâm sure will come back to bite you in that sweet little butt of yours, and weâll deal with that fall-out together. But if weâre doing this, I need you to lighten up, okay?â
âBut⊠How?â In my entire existence, I have never struggled to speak two simple words the way I did just now.
âFor starters, there are two people here who Iâm going to need you to not take too seriously,â he says matter-of-factly. âThe first one is me, which is already true for⊠most scenarios outside of this one, Iâd say. And the second one is you. Youâre allowed to laugh, okay?â
The way he nips at the tip of my nose makes it impossible not to laugh. âGood boy,â Mike muses as I struggle to figure out why it feels so good to hear him say those words.
Without thinking about it, mostly for fear of discouraging myself, I wrap my free arm around him, pulling him tightly against me as I kiss him.
The added pressure of my arm against the small of his back is not enough to satisfy my need, so I boldly and unthinkingly lower my hand until it cups half of Mikeâs backside.
Despite my lacking intentions to lose control of myself like this, I find myself feverishly grasping him, pulling him even closer as I dig my fingers into the flesh of his rear.
Itâs surprisingly soft, yet surprisingly firm, and I find myself surprisingly eager to explore it furtherâthe whole situation would best be described as, well⊠surprising, really, and Mikeâs ardent whimpering tells me that he is not at all inclined to put an end to my endeavors.
Due to my sudden preoccupation with Mikeyâs lovely behind, I am almost robbed of awareness of the fantastic experience of Mike, gently but greedily sliding his hands into my pants as he gently sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
My grip around his waist slacks as he pulls his face back, still holding my lip firmly between his teeth, and he cocks an eyebrow at me, giving me the courage to mimic his movements.
For a moment, I am surprised to find that Mike is not wearing underwear, and then I remember who Iâm in bed with. Iâm not saying I should have expected this, but to pretend itâs in any way uncharacteristic, would be a lie.
His skin is smooth and warm, and the salacious moan he lets out catches in his throat, where it morphs into a gasp as my lips seek out his neck.
The urge to bite is strong, and I already know he wouldnât mind, soâŠ
âFuck, Mel,â he moans sweetly as I bite down, effortlessly piercing his skin again and again, until his neck and shoulders are littered with marks.
Mike reaches behind his back, grabbing my wrist in order to drag my hand away from his ass, and towards the front of his sweatpants, where his erection strains against the fabric.
He presses my palm against the sizeable bulge while he begs me to bite him again, and I find myself more than happy to oblige.
A chuckle rolls off my tongue as soon as my teeth connect with his skin, and I softly squeeze his twitching cock, which draws the sweetest whimpers from Mikeâs gorgeous lips.
âMel, please,â he whispers, barely managing to squeeze the words out in between soft swearing and labored breaths as he puts his hand over mine and slowly slides it down his hip, into the front of his sweatpants. âI⊠I need you toâŠâ
 My voice is barely more than a breath as I stammer my concerns about my nerves, lack of experience and the fact that I havenât a clue what to do.
âDoesnât matter,â Mikey whispers in reply, âjust touch me. Please.â
 Heat rises to my cheeks again as I desperately attempt to resist the urge to pull my hand back and flee the room. âI-I really donât know what⊠howâŠâ
Mike lets out a whine that is a mix between impatience and complete and utter frustration. âWhat do you mean you donât know? You have one of these, what do you do with that one?â
Lying to him now would probably not be in my best interest, so I ignore the ever-increasing temperature of my face when I tell him: âI, eh⊠I donât really, ehhâŠâ
âMas-tur-bate,â Mike says with a smile. âJack off. Jerk off. Beat your meat. Tickle your pickle. Flog your log. I can come up with dozens of these, but I think you got the point. But, like⊠ever?â
I shrug, fighting the resistance of Mikeâs hand against my shoulder as I try to hide my face from him. âNot never, butâŠâ
 âWe can stop, if you want?â Mike says carefully, even though we both know thatâs the very last thing I desire right now. âOr take a little step back?â
I shake my head surprisingly decisively. âI want to try,â I whisper. âI want to make you feel good.â
Mike leans closer to me, bringing his lips up to my ear. âTry again,â he says, the amusement in his voice clear as day, because once again he knows as well as I do that Iâm not voicing my true desire.
In truth, Iâm burning with violent need, and I am utterly bewildered that itâs even possible to feel nervous enough to overshadow that feeling. Yet here we areâŠ
A low growl escapes me completely involuntarily. âI want to hear you moan and feel you squirm in my arms,â I snarl with more vigor than I originally intended. âAnd I want it to be because of me.â
His sweet moan, right in my ear, makes me tingle all over, and I barely manage to choke back a whimper of my own.
âMel, please,â Mikey pleads with me again, âstop overthinking and just grab my dââ
Heâs forced to end his sentence with a strangled, high-pitched noise that makes me chuckle as I wrap my fingers around his length.
He presses his forehead against mine as I cup the side of his face with my free hand, trailing my thumb lightly over his cheekbone.
The softest whimper stumbles past his slightly parted lips, and I gladly give in to the urge to touch them as well, savoring the feeling of Mikeyâs hot breath against my fingertip.
When his tongue darts out, I take my own lip between my teeth, biting down as he sensually sucks my thumb into his mouth. I admire his confidence as he stares straight into my eyesâinto my soulâas he does so.
Slowly, he rolls his hips, thrusting carefully into my hand.
His jaw tightens, and every sound he makes, escapes from behind gritted teethâthe way heâs grinding them almost makes more noise than he does, which I have to admit I find quite bothersome.
âWhy are you holding back?â I ask quietly, as I attempt to silence the part of my mind that tells me I must be doing something wrong.
âBecause I still can,â he admits reluctantly.
So I am doing sâ
âYouâre not doing anything wrong,â he says, smiling devilishly as he shimmies out of his sweatpants a bit further. âBut truth be told, itâs missing something, ehâŠâ
I patiently wait for him to continue, listening to the whiny noises he makes in protest as I donât do him the courtesy of pausing the apparently good-but-missing-something handjob I was giving him. Mike is adorable when he gets flustered, and I am more than happy to be responsible for the rosy color on his cheeks.
âFine,â he grumbles, giving in to his desires at last. âTop drawer of the nightstand. Thereâs a bottle, you really canât miss it.â
I venture to retrieve the bottle. Itâs⊠A chuckle escapes without warning as I read the label. âMikey, why do you own cotton candy flavored lubricant?â
âBecause it doesnât come in jelly bean flavor,â Mike says casually before bringing my attention back to theâpardon meâtask at hand. âDonât be stingy with the stuff, I like it wet.â
Rather than simply not being quite sure what to doâor how much lubricant is an appropriate amount, since Iâve never used anything like it beforeâI am suddenly overcome with anxiety over the fact that I am now forced to look what Iâm doing.
Slowly, I lower my gaze, taking in all of Mikeâs body I can along the way. I barely notice how my fangs pierce my lip again when I bite down as my eyes reach their destination.
Mike snatches the bottle from my hand and kindly helps me out by pouring some of the liquid in my hand. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I bring my hand to my mouth, quickly dipping my tongue in the small pool of fluid in my palm.
Unsurprisingly, itâs extremely sweet.
Mike spends this time glaring at me, impatiently squirming and making his displeasure known through a series of whimpers, not stopping until I wrap my hand around his cock again.
As soon as I do, a serene smile spreads across his face, and he sighs while I proceed to coat his member with the slippery substance on my hand.
âBetter?â I ask him.
He nods, resting his forehead against mine again. âFuck yes.â
Apparently, the only thing Mike thinks will stop him from becoming excessively loud now, is crushing his mouth to mine and kissing me like his life depends on it.
His hips move erratically as he thrusts almost frantically into my hand while moans, grunts and desperate whimpers stumble from his mouth into mine.
After some time, I feel his hand close around mine, guiding my grip and the rhythm of my strokes while the fingers of his other hand dig into my back nearly hard enough to draw blood.
He swears, softly at first, but becoming louder as he loses more and more of his restraint.
Even with a vision providing me with advance knowledge of what is going to happenâwhich is technically so predictable that I should have been able to come up with it myselfâI am unprepared for the moment his orgasm arrives.
In hindsight, aiming might have been a good idea, but I honestly couldnât think of a better place for his release than my stomach.
âSorry for the mess,â Mike pants against my lips. I can feel the lazy smile on his face in the way his mouth moves against my skin. âCan I help you clean that up?â
The implication in the devilish question sends a jolt of electricity down my spine, and before I can answer, Mike has pressed his lips to my neck, marking the beginning of a slow, teasing descent downward with a playful bite.
As he moves down my body, he turns me onto my back, leaving me helplessly mesmerized by the sight of this gorgeous man making his way down my chest, licking and sucking at my skin every chance he gets.
The feeling is absolutely unmatched by anything I have ever felt before in my life, and I canât hold back any of the sounds that well up in my throat of their own volition.
The enthusiasm with which Mike licks his own semen off my abdomen is almost awe inspiring, and I watch him closely, barely aware of the fact that my mouth hangs open, which Iâm sure must make me look like a complete and utter fool.
When he finishes his task, he shoots a glance up at me in which lies a burning question, and without thinking, I nod in reply.
Eager hands drag down my trousers and pants until my cock springs free, and for a moment, panic takes hold of me. With some effort, I remember the look on Mikeâs face when he was âaccidentallyââif one chooses to believe it was an accident, which I canât bring myself to doâpresented with an opportunity to look at my erection.
The image manages to calm me down fairly effectively.
My reaction when Mike carefully drags the tip of his tongue along the full length of my cock is admittedly quite embarrassing, but I try not to dwell on that thought, electing instead to enjoy the incredible new sensations brought to me by Mikeâs mouth.
âSo sensitive,â he muses quietly, trailing a teasing finger lightly down the same trajectory as his tongue. âAnd so pretty.â
I barely manage to resist the urge to cry out in frustration as Mike abandons my member and instead kisses my stomach, hips and thighs, putting his lips absolutely everywhere but where I so desperately want them.
His hands tease me: playful, eager fingers travel up and down my sides with the lightest touch, threatening to drive me completely beside myself with lustful yearning.
âPlease!â The word barely makes it out, my voice so strangled I momentarily wonder if Mike even understood meâhis devious chuckle confirming that he did.
In the pit of my stomach, pressure simmers. A pressure I probably should have familiarized myself with a lot more over the past fourteen centuries, but itâs recognizable enough as is.
There is no doubt in my mind that Mikey would succeed in bringing me to orgasm without laying another fingerâor any other part of his bodyâdirectly on my cock.
Shame heats up my cheeks once again as I am forced to admit that, quite frankly, Iâm about to burst.
And it is precisely this moment in which Mike decides that the best course of action is to swallow my whole length down to the root.
It's the hideously arrogant raising of that miserable eyebrow of his that ends up dragging me over the edge, and without any warning, I spill my seed into his mouth.
If dying of embarrassment was a possibility, I would have done it dozens, if not hundreds of times over the course of my existence, but none of those instances could hold a candle to what Iâm feeling in this moment.
I could positively die of shame.
Mike, however, seems to be completely unfazed by the circumstances. Itâs typical, of course, but itâs also infuriating.
âHey,â he whispers softly, smoothing a hand over my hair. âDonât feel bad. Come onâŠâ
The next moment, heâs next to the bed, holding out a hand.
âShower time, Melmel,â he muses happily.
I follow him in silence. Even as he strips me of the pants I put back on before making my way over to the bathroom, or when he ushers me into the shower stall, or when he sweetly and gently caresses me all over to rinse off the remnants of our relations, I remain quiet.
Until we are back in the room, and Mike dives under the covers, leaving me standing thereâŠ
âI⊠Mike, I think I should gââ
âYeah, that is, like, so not happening,â Mike says, rushing towards me with alarming speed. âYou are staying, and thatâs an order. Besides, weâre just getting to my favorite part.â
âDidnât we just do your favorite part?â I ask, my voice thick with bewilderment.
âAsk our girl,â Mike chuckles. âIâm a little cuddle monster.â
He takes both of my hands in his and gently attempts to pull me along. âBack to bed, now.â
I canât seem to move, other than the involuntary shiver that travels through my body when Mike suddenly appears behind me, pressing his smiling lips to my neck and grabbing my behind. âAre you going to listen to me, or do I have to spank my pretty boy?â
Iâm not proud of the way his words bring my cock back to life, but I canât bring myself to be embarrassed about it, either, even when Mike chuckles devilishly in my ear.
âWas it âpretty boyâ or âspankâ thatâs making this happen?â he asks as he gently palms my stiffening cock.
âBoth,â I admit surprisingly willingly. âAnd âmyâ might have had something to do with it as well.â
âDo you want to go another round?â Mike asks carefully, no doubt to attempt to hide the heady edge to his voice, as if his growing desire isnât literally poking me in the back right now.
âI thought you wanted to cuddle,â I whisper, gritting my teeth so as not to moan loudly as my erection pushes more and more firmly against Mikeâs hand. Thank God, heâs keeping it still, otherwise I would be completely lost.
 âI do,â he whines. âBut look what you did to me!â He grinds his cock against my ass. It feels heavenly, as does the feeling of Mikeâs breath on my neck as he chuckles when my cock twitches against his palm.
This time, I allow him to push me towards the bed again, and when we reach it, I donât protest when he bends me overâat first.
Panic briefly washes over me as I think about what he might do to me, but I trust him. I know he would never attempt anything beyond my boundaries, so I relax again, leaning into his touch as his fingers close around my length again.
He strokes me in time with the movement of his hips against my ass as he thrusts slowly between my cheeks, pushing his cock down with his other hand.
When Mike disappears, I whine at the loss, and I try to right myself to see where heâs gone, but his hand, firmly pressing down on the small of my back, stops me. The drawer of the bedside table opens and closes, and the top of a bottle clicks. Moments later, Mikeyâs hand, now slick with lubricant, closes around my cock again.
His other handânow also quite stickyâhooks around my thigh, pulling me back a few steps to give him more space to work with, and I moan in delight as I feel my ass hit his hips again.
Mike gently shushes me, squeezing my ass in a strangely reassuring way when the feeling of his hands running down between my cheeks has me worried for a second. âDonât worry,â he says calmly. âJust wanted a little less friction.â
I must admit, it feels even better this way. For him, too, if the higher speed of his thrusts and increasing volume of his moans are any indication.
When Mike plants a firm kiss on my spine, between my shoulder blades, I canât fight back a loud moan as I relish the feeling of his weight on top of me. At the same time, I am terribly disappointed when he stops moving his hips.
âI want to try something, okay?â Mike says. His hand stops moving too, and much to my displeasure, it disappears altogether barely a second later. The only redeeming aspect to this unwelcome behavior, is the trail of sloppy, wet kisses Mike leaves down my back.
I resist the urge to swat him in the head when he sinks his teeth into my rear, and I heal the wound immediately in protest.
Mike, in all his silly, playful Mike-ness, retaliates by making another mark, which I treat in the same manner.
We go back and forth like that for a minute, until Mike growls in frustration. âYouâre so fucking lucky youâre cute, Melmel.â
I can hear the pout in his voice, and a grin appears on my face as I spread my legs for Mike without thinking when he moves to grab my cock again, this time by reaching between my legs.
His arm hooks around my hips, holding me in place, and I barely get a second to wonder why.
Mike was more than right to hold me down, because when the tip of his warm, wet tongue touches the tight ring of muscleâ
âMike!â I hiss angrily while I squirm against his solid grasp. That⊠place has been an exit only for fourteen hundred years, and if he thinksâ
A soft kiss on my bottom eases my surging anger. âPut down the pitchfork,â Mike muses, âI just want to touch you. Well⊠eat you. Give it an honest chance, please? If you donât like it, you donât like it, but I think you should try it.â
Mike certainly has a way of inciting oneâs curiosity⊠I take a deep breath before nodding decisively, accompanying the gestureâwhich Mike canât seeâwith an affirmative hum.
Mike continues to stroke me while his tongue gently laps at my puckered hole.
When Mike made his plea, I never pictured a scenario in which I would enjoy this, but to my shame, I must admit that the sensation is quite pleasant. Perhaps a bit more than âquiteâ.
Alright, it feels nothing short of absolutely heavenly! That doesnât mean I am quite ready to admit that, thank you very much.
Unfortunately, Mike seems to get plenty of confirmation from the way my hips involuntarily move in time with his tongue, rather than his hand.
In fact, after a while, he abandons stroking my cock altogether, using both hands to spread my ass cheeks so he can gain better access to my hole.
I occupy my own hands by pressing a pillow firmly against my face, while crying a continues stream of moans and the occasional expletive into it, and when Mike tentatively passes a fingertip over the tight ring of muscle, I find myself begging him to continue.
âIs this something you want now, or something you know youâll want in the future?â His tone lets me know there is only one answer he will accept, and itâs not the one I think I want it to be now.
I desperately cry out into the pillow, wanting to voice my protest but finding no words, and I turn onto my back rather dramatically while Mike skillfully dodges my legs.
He remains where he is, raising himself up on his knees so he can lay his head on my hip. The sweet smile on his face as he looks up at me annoys me greatly, and I put the pillow over my face again and scream, before glaring down at him as I prop myself up on my elbows.
âIf youâre not going to do to me what you know I think I want you to do to me but donât yet, then at the very least do to me what we both know Iâm incredibly amenable to you doing to me,â I growl.
Mike chuckles. âThat almost sounds like youâre asking me to blow you,â he teases.
On a whim, I sit up. With the fingers of one hand twisted into his curls, I pull his head off my thigh.
Mikeâs swallows audibly, his eyes wide as he stares up at me. My jaw tightens as he bites his lip, and I cock an eyebrow at him, silently asking my question.
He responds by nodding furiously, and when I attempt to pull my hand back, he grabs my wrist.
With unwavering enthusiasm, he pours some more lubricant on me before getting to work, coating my whole length using both of his hands.
It feels divine, and without thinking I ball my hands into fists to prevent myself from swearing.
Mike lets out a long, sweet moan, leaning into my touch as I unintentionally pull his hair, the noise making me all the more disinclined to relax my grip.
He looks up at me, that godforsaken eyebrow taunting me, and the rest of his face guilty of the exact same thing. Heâs clearly testing my patienceâand to my surprise, I find that I quite like that.
Stil, no matter how much I enjoy his defiance, my annoyance is real and intense enough to be a leading factor in my behavior.
âYou know what I want,â I groan, putting pressure on the back of Mikeyâs head, urging his mouth closer to its desired location.
His eyes narrow, and his lips pull into an insufferable smirk as he continues to work my length with both hands, and I attempt to keep my composure while the urge to smack that grin off his face surges to previously undiscovered heights.
 Mikeâs reaction has me staring at him in shock, his yearnful moan dying down as soon as he sees my face, and his expression morphing into something completely different that has his ears and cheeks turning red in a staggering tempo. ItâsâŠ
âSo sweet,â I mutter as I loosen my grip on his hair and run my fingers over his scalp in circles. âBe good for me, my love. Let me feel that beautiful mouth.â
When he looks up at me again after pressing a sweet, brief kiss to the underside of my tip, the color on his cheeks has deepened.
I am unsure of the reasons behind the effect it has on me, and right now, I could frankly not care even a hair less.
Heâs still challenging me, but the shy approach makes it endearing rather than infuriating. I canât even convince myself fully that heâs putting on an act: Heâs never been particularly good at hiding his true feelings.
Before we started thisâall of it, from the very first kiss onwardâI never would have imagined that Iâd see myself in control of any of this. I pictured myself, completely at the mercy of Mike and his fickle whims. No vision I had could have prepared me for this.
For this sense of agency, and of⊠dominance.
For the overwhelming sense of pride, and the much more intense yearning for this sweet, eager boy between my knees than I had ever imagined possible.
âSweet, precious Mikey,â I sigh as he delivers the smallest lick to the tip of my cock. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I watch him squirm beneath me. My best guess is that Iâm not the only one who enjoys being called sweet things.
Where I find the words, and how on Earth I suddenly manage to not only use my voice but also seem to accurately remember fourteen centuries worth of Englishâthough it would be remiss not to acknowledge that I never really caught on to the last two centuries or soâis beyond me, but the fact of the matter is that I do.
Words of encouragement flow freely from my lips as I gently nudge Mikeâs head forward. âWrap those pretty lips around me, sweetheart. I know you want to,â I say softly. âIâll be so proud of you.â Mike whines, staring up at me with big, innocent eyes. âBe a good boy for me, Mikey. Youâd make me so happy.â
Strangely, though the only thing missing from my words are the ones that would make this an outright plea, I donât feel like Iâm begging whatsoever, nor do I feel like Iâm somehow pressuring Mike into doing something he doesnât want to do.
Due to my lacking experience, I should be lacking every shred of confidence I feel, shouldnât I? I shouldnât feel so at peace with this, Iâ
My doubts die a swift, magnificent death the second Mike wraps his lips around my throbbing erection, and I soon find myself completely bewitched by the sight of him as he works more of my length into his mouth.
Heâs dropped one hand into his own lap, and the other soon moves to my thigh, where his fingers dig into my flesh every time he goes down. With every stroke, he takes me deeper, until Iâm fully seated in his mouth.
When his throat tightens around me briefly, it startles me, and I involuntarily move my hips, forcing Mike to withdraw, sputtering and struggling to breathe.
I, in turn, gasp for air when he spits on my cock. Thereâs something wildly erotic to it, and to the thin thread of saliva that runs from my tip to the center of his bottom lip.
âKeep going, beautiful,â I gasp. In no way am I too proud to admit that Iâm positively aching to feel his lips around me again. âYouâre doing so well. Youâre such a good boy.â
Mike whimpers, briefly moving the hand with which heâs pleasuring himself quicker, before leaning forward again.
Emboldened by his enthusiasm, I put light pressure on the back of his head and gently thrust my hips forward.
His eyes open wide, and he moans desperately. The vibration created by the sound feels heavenly around my cock, and I push my hips forward again, luring another moan from Mikeâs throat.
âDo you⊠like that?â I ask hesitantly. Surely, itâs better to be safe than sorry in these situations?
Mike hums a vigorous confirmation, his brows drawing together in a deep frown when I ask himâsuperfluously, apparentlyâif he wants me to stop.
On instinct, I move closer to the edge of the bed, tightening my grip on Mikeâs hair as I thrust forward againâand again⊠and again.
Soon, there are tears in Mikeyâs eyes, and instead of being overwhelmed by guilt, I simply canât stop thinking about how beautiful he looksâand how incredibly impressed I am with his achievements.
Now, I am hardly under the impression that I have a particularly intimidating manhood where size is concerned, but I would happily place myself somewhat above average without adding any inches for vanity, and on top of that, Iâm hardly being as gentle with Mike as I probably should be, thus, I consider my amazement justified.
Mike announces his approaching climax through a series of delectable moans and an increase in the pace at which he sucks me off, his movements stopping exactly when Iâm teetering on the edge of orgasm myself.
He pulls back, until the tip of my cock rests on his tongue, and with a few strokes, he seals the deal.
I bite down on my lip while I watch as several thick ropes of my release coat his tongue, the visual so wildly arousing that I briefly worry I will never find anything else even remotely enticing ever again.
âShow me.â I mouth the words, unable to find my voice, as I trail my thumb lightly along Mikeâs bottom lip. Audible or not, my words seem to light a devious little fire under him, and after heeding my request, he promptly raises himself up, supporting himself with his hands on my thighs.
My breath catches in my throat, and I swallow hard as Mike leans forward, pressing his lips to mine with vigor.
Iâm sure Iâll have plenty of time to be disgusted with myself and my behavior later, but right now I want nothing more than to taste myself on Mikeâs tongueâI get slightly more than I bargained for when I open my mouth and feel my thick salty seed flow from Mikeâs mouth into mine.
At first, I canât bring myself to swallow, resisting the urge to spit until an idea takes root in my brain.
I can see the apology on Mikeâs lips, but before he speaks, I put him on his back on the mattress, taking a moment to rake my eyes over his chest and abs.
Without wasting any time, I lick the evidence of his orgasm off his stomach, and straddle his hips, bringing my nose to his.
Thereâs no need for further provocation: Mike opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue so I can deliver on my silent promise.
This should feel disgusting. By pretty much any standard, but most of all mineâor rather; the ones that have been pounded into me over the years, either figuratively or, if I was particularly unfortunate, literally.
Instead, a serenity that borders on a sense of heavenly bliss washes over me while Mike and I go back and forth spitting a combination of our semen and saliva into each otherâs mouthsâŠ
Iâ
Mike chuckles and falls back to the mattress, taking a moment to catch his breath before pulling me down on top of him. âIf I came in while you were trying to watch a movie and I randomly spit a fat load of cum in your mouth, you probably wouldnât appreciate that,â he says. His words seem so out of place that at first, I struggle to wrap my head around them, until I realize I must have looked⊠I couldnât tell you how I looked, exactly, but my face must have expressed my thoughts in a way that prompted Mikey to launch into an explanation. âWelcome to your first âit seemed like a good idea at the timeâ-moment. It wonât be the last.â
âThat doesnât dispute the accusation that it was, in fact, disgusting. At all,â I mutter against the skin of his neck, hiding my scorchingâand therefore probably beet-redâface from him.
Mike sits up again, wrapping his arms around my waist as he does, pulling me even closer. âMelmel⊠Sex is kinda disgusting. And embarrassing.â He punctuates his words with small kisses to my shoulder and neck. âAnd sticky, and sweaty, and messy.â
âYou might want to put a positive spin on this,â I grumble. âSoon.â
âThe point is,â he replies, pulling my head off his shoulder and holding it in both hands so that Iâm forced to look at him. âWhen youâre with the right people, none of that matters.â
One look into his eyes, and I knowâŠ
âWell, Iâm glad Iâm with the right people then,â I murmur, leaning in for another kiss.
When Mike breaks away, he suggests we take another shower, and Iâm hardly inclined to decline the offer. He wasnât exactly lying about âstickyâ and âsweatyâ in his list of less-than-ideal side effects to sexual relations.
This time, Mike is the one that goes strangely quiet while we clean ourselvesâand, both notably and regrettably, not each otherâup.
âMikey?â I ask carefully. âWhatâs wrong?â
My heart breaks when Mike drops to the floor, suddenly sobbing uncontrollably, crawling back into the corner and sitting there with his arms locked around his knees, vigorously shaking his head in reply to my question.
âMike,â I say sternly as my attempts to pluck him off the floor fail miserably. I do, however, manage to pull him off the wall just far enough that I can sit down behind him, and when I lock my legs around him, he knows he wonât be going anywhere, so he gives in to my touch. âYou will talk to me.â
When he moves again, I let him, both knowing that he might be a fool, but not such a big one that he expects to be able to run from me, and knowingâvision-wiseâhe wonât try. He simply wants to turn the shower head our way because heâs cold.
He sits down in my lap, and I wrap my arms tightly around him, waiting patiently until he feels ready to speak about whatâs going on with him.
Another deep, shaky breath, and he starts talking: âThis just took a turn⊠And youâre so new to all of this, I never thought⊠I should have⊠But I couldnât have known, so⊠And everything was going well, and it was all good, and I was teasing you and so stoked to be showing you all these new, wonderful things and⊠And then things got turned around, somehow⊠and suddenly you were⊠you⊠And I⊠IâŠâ
I let him cry for a while, just holding him, tucking him tightly against my chest as I smooth my hands over his back and sides, repeating the phrase âshh, itâs okayâ more times than I care to admit because I simply canât come up with anything else.
After a while, his breathing steadies, and the sobbing comes to an end. âIâm sorry,â he says, clearing his throat. âNot in a âI have something to apologize forâ kind of way, but more like⊠âI feel bad for dumping this on you all of a suddenâ kind of way.â
âThatâs alright,â I reply truthfully. âAll I want is to take care of you and to make you feel better.â
Mike laughs through the last of his tears. âThatâs great,â he says, âbecause youâre going to have to.â
âJust tell me how,â I say. âAnd, if at all possible, try to explain why?â
âRight,â Mike says on a slightly embarrassed chuckle. âFirst off, I shouldnât have let this happen. LikeâŠâ He throws his head back and lets out a frustrated cry. âOkay. During that blowjob just nowâI donât blame you if you didnât even notice, butâŠâ
âI remember suddenly feeling far more⊠in charge?â I blurt out before I can stop myself.
Mike nods almost enthusiastically. âI really wouldnât have blamed youâyou looked pretty overstimulatedâbut, damn, Iâm glad you noticed. Eh, long story short, you ended up Domming meâdominating, I mean, like⊠the kinky kind. And you were really good at it, too! So no worries about that, okay? But I should have stopped you, because I know Iâm quick to slip into subspaceâIâll explain that laterâand it was stupid⊠well, a little naĂŻve, I guess, of me to think it wouldnât happen, andâŠâ He takes a moment to catch his breath, and I rub his back while he does.
âA little longer,â I say calmly when he tries to continue his story. My visions are exceptionally helpful in this type of situation, and I donât want Mike to start hyperventilating.
âThanks,â he says sincerely after a few more deep breaths. âThe⊠I just⊠I freaked out because I need someone to take care of meâyou, to be specificâbut I should be the one taking care of you after your first time⊠Things just got a little messy.â
âIs there any reason we canât be taking care of each other?â I ask, taking a moment to think about my own needs at this time. The very first one is for Mikey to feel better. âI think that, after this shower, I would like to watch a movie in bed, and stay very, very close to you.â
âYeah,â Mike sighs happily. âThat works for me.â
When we finish our shower, I dry myself off quickly, only to find Mike still standing next to me, soaking wet, when Iâm done. He hesitantly holds his towel out to me.
âPlease take care of me,â he mumbles, his voice small and soft. Heâs avoiding eye contact, biting his lip and constantly shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
âI never want you to be afraid to ask me that, Mike,â I say slowly, enunciating every word carefully as I take the towel from him.
Thereâs something wonderful about this. I dry every part of Mikeâs gorgeous body with extreme care. When I first resist the urge to press my lips to his skin, Mike laughs.
âYou can still kiss me, Melot,â he muses. âActually, Iâd really like it if you did.â
At that moment, things finally connect in my head. âYou need to feel loved.â
âYeah,â Mike says, nodding slowly. âPut bluntly, I need to know you see me as more than the piece of meat you throatfucked back there.â
Before I can respond, he continues: âI know you donât see me that way! I mean, maybe you did when youââ
âI was mostly very impressed with your skills,â I admit reluctantly. Itâs my turn to blush once again. At least weâre both suffering that terrible affliction this time.
âThanks,â he says with a smile. âDecades of practice.â
âI think you have put in more hours than most people your age,â I joke before nipping at the tip of his nose.
Mike glares at me. âWell, apparently I have put in more hours than some people your age, soâŠâ
âHey!â I stick my tongue out at him. âStop bullying me, or I willââ
âWhatever you say next,â Mike interjects quickly, ânever threaten to skip aftercare. Just⊠little PSA, I guess.â
âOh, I was simply going to suggest we put on an episode of Downton Abbey and I point out all the historical inaccuracies,â I say plainly.
Mike shudders. âThat would actually be worseâŠâ
Mere seconds after we finally get settled in bed, thereâs a knock on the doorâof course, a few seconds after that, thereâs an actual knock on the door. One that isnât a figment of my⊠Well, I suppose both âfigmentâ and âimaginationâ would be inaccurate.
Still, Mike and I look at each other, neither of us in any way inclined to actually see whose unfortunate timing weâre dealing with.
âMelot, can I see you for a second?â Itâs Marshall.
Even though Iâm wearing pants, I scramble to find the nearest pair of sweatpants and put them onâafter Mike gives it a quick inspection. Quick thinking on his part, I must admit.
When I open the door, I open it wide enough to speak to Marshall, but not so wide that he can look into the room.
It makes him chuckle. âIâve seen him in much worse states than simply naked,â he muses, but doesnât otherwise protest the minimal state of ajar-ness of the door. âAugust and I thought you could use this.â He holds out a tray. One side is loaded with snacksâcheese, fruit, crackers⊠the lack of jellybeans might disappoint Mikeâwhile the other side holds two bottles of water, glasses, and a pitcher of strawberry lemonadeâMikeâs favorite. âKeep him warm and hydrated. And see if he wants to eat something. Heâll say heâs not hungry, but⊠Take care of him, okay?â
âI will,â I promise as I let go of the door to take the tray from Marshall. As soon as I do, someoneâmust be Mikeâyanks the door open. He narrowly misses me as he practically jumps into Marshallâs arms.
âThank you,â Mike mutters as Marshall hugs him tight to his chest, indeed not caring that Mike is still very much completely nude. âI love you.â
âI know,â Marshall replies with a somber smile. âI love you too. Always have, always will. Go be with your⊠boyfriend?â
âOfficial status TBD,â Mike chuckles as he releases Marshall from his grasp. âBut at the very least I think we can say weâre hooking up.â
âWell, whatever the case, take care of each other. Iâll see you tomorrow.â He disappears before either of us can say another word, so we take the food inside and close the door behind us again, making sure to lock it as well.
âWhat happened between you two?â I ask carefully as we get comfortable under the covers.
Mike shrugs. âNothing happened. Itâs like⊠Weâre as close as weâve always been, just in a different way. We could never be in a monogamous relationship with each other, that would be weird, for some reason, but with Sweetcheeks in the mix, some old stuff has been coming back, and weâre figuring that out. Not in a very proactive way, I have to admit.â He picks a cube of cheese off the plate.
âSo I might have to share you with another person, then?â I ask, jokingly poking at his ribs. The thought should devastate me. Shred my insides like a swarm of angry wasps is wreaking havoc on them.
Instead, I feel completely calm.
âIâm a bottomless pit of love,â Mike says with his mouth already fullâyet he stuffs three more cubes of cheese and a few slices of cured sausage in there.
âYou know, thereâs fruits and vegetables on this plate, right?â I say when he swallows the obscene amount of foodâwhich Iâm sure he considered âa biteâ.
âFine, you have discovered the limits of my affection,â he jokes. âHey!â
The first grape I chuck at his face bounces off his forehead, and I catch it before it hits the plate again. On the second try, Mike catches it in his mouth.
The third lands directly in his lapâI canât seem to come to an agreement with myself as to whether or not that happened on purpose, but I happily put the situation to good use by retrieving the rogue fruit with my mouth, not neglecting to press a teasing kiss to Mikeyâs soft cock.
âNo,â he warns me, drawing out the âoâ as he shakes his head. âI mean⊠Yes! But no.â
For a momentâone of the kind that sets your soul alight and seems to last foreverâwe just smile at each other as we stare into each otherâs eyes.
In my entire existence, I have never felt as safe as I do now.
Or as loved.
Or as at home.
Or as at peace.
âYou were right,â I whisper after a while, as I let go of my fears, and my doubts, and my past.
Just for now.
And for him.
Only for him.
âIâm entirely unsurprised,â he chuckles. âBut, eh⊠what about?â
I swallow hard before looking him right in the eye.
Okay, listen, I want to take my time and honour this masterpiece the way it deserves.
Sadly I don't have the time for this in the foreseeable future. So I will come back to pick this apart sentence for sentence.
But I can't just leave this uncommented. So I thought I'd let the tumblr community be part of my live reactions and took screenshots of the best-off of my 30 (đđđ) messages I sent you while reading
So if I wasn't clear until now: Everybody go read this fucking masterpiece!
Every time that "reading my own fic then realising I have to write it to see how it ends" post crosses my dash I go hehehe. But now I'm going through that with the fic I'm working on. Needless to say, it's not hehehe.
Fun Vampire Fact; the reason that Vampires traditionally cannot see their reflections in a mirror is because mirrors used to be backed with a reflective layer of silver â which, as the metal of purity, would not âinteractâ with Vampires, who are the Devilâs work.
However, modern mirrors have used aluminum as their reflective backing for many years now â and aluminum is not a âpickyâ metal at all. So Vampires are able to see their reflections in modern mirrors.
All I can think about is a vampire used to not seeing their reflection in mirrors for centuries, and one day they are just walking along and unknowingly pass a mirror backed with aluminum and THEY NEARLY SHIT THEMSELVES.
A/N:Â More fluff? More fluff! Based off this horrible little shitpost from yesterday. So here we have 16 y/o Walter, and his 10-ish year younger, annoying baby brother Mikey. God help me, what have I become?
Characters: Walter Marshall, littlebrother!Mikey, OFC
Summary:Â Walter is babysitting his little brother Mikey while their mom is away for the weekend. He's also on a date...
Word count:Â 1.3k
Warnings:Â Fluff. Vague hint at 'underage'(?) sex (They're both sixteen.)
@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 (I'm almost sorry to bother y'all with this)
âWalter! Walter, look!â The only thing I can do is glare at the little kid jumping around the room. My date is already distracted by the unruly projectile that is my baby brother. She was seconds away from kissing me, for fuckâs sake.
âOh my god! Is that your little brother?â Oh, fuck no! Not again. The little bastard always does this. Whenever I have a girl over, Mike just has to swoop in and steal the show. They all think heâs adorable. And theyâre not wrong, but theyâre also not stuck with him every goddamn day.
âYeah,â I growl. âMikey, youâre supposed to be in bed. Get lost.â
âI canât sleep!â Of course he canât. You need to sit still for longer than thirty seconds to be able to sleep, and Mikey just canât do that. It also may or may not be slightly before his bedtime on weekends, but I just want the couch and the TV â and Christina â to myself for a few hours.
âMike, for fuckâs sake! Come on, back to bed!â Itâs a good thing mom is not here to hear that language, because Iâd be in trouble. In fact, I'm always in trouble. I'm already banned from going out tonight because mom decided I'd make a fine â free â babysitter. She usually pays me to watch her youngest spawn â of Satan â but there was a homework mishap again â Mikeâs doing â and trouble at school means trouble at home. Did I blame the kid? No. Heâs my little brother. My annoying, obnoxious, and right now; cock-blocking, little brother.
âNo!â Of course not. Because why would this little rat listen to me so I can have a quiet evening with my girlfriend? Who the fuck knows.
âMike, seriously, get the fuck out of here! Chris, hold on a minute.â I get off the couch to chase after Mikey, but heâs fast.
âWalter,â Chris says as she turns the TV off. Itâs a good thing she has the common sense to do that, because that movie was not suitable for a six year old kid. âHeâll get tired.â
âNeveeeeeer!â Mikey says as he runs past her. Heâs just doing laps around the living room now.
âHe means that.â I slump back on the couch, next to Christina. âMikey, can you stop screaming, please? And go back to bed.â This kid is exhausting. And he hasnât even been here for five minutes. He stops running right in front of Chris.
âHe wants to kiss you. Thatâs why I have to go sleep.â The little snitch.
âIs that so?â Chris laughs and looks at me, I canât do anything other than just shrug. Sheâs not stupid, she knows Iâd be happy to do more than hold hands on this damn couch.
âItâs the weekend. I can stay up until nine.â Chris gives me another look.
âThatâs not tr...â
âWalter Marshall, you are a terrible liar!â
âMum was supposed to take him to grandma!â Itâs a weak excuse for sending your baby brother off to bed well before his bedtime, I know that. But I just wanted a few hours to make out with my hot girlfriend, is that so wrong?
Chris quickly covers Mikeyâs ears. âYour mom is gone until tomorrow, right? I wouldnât worry about curfew: My folks are out of town and Iâll happily stay a little longer...â She hesitates for a moment. âOr⊠Stay the night? But be nicer to your brother, that would really help your case right about now.â I shoot Chris an apologetic grin while I rub the back of my neck. I probably shouldnât have tried to lock my baby bro away. And he is quite the little charmer, most girls I bring home â there have been like three in the past two years, settle down â love him to bits. Heâs a carbon copy of me when I was his age, and not to toot my own horn or anything, but I was fucking adorable. So is Mike. Heâs bouncier, though. And impatient, and hyperactive, and loud. Very loud.
âHey, Mikey, do you want to watch a movie with us?â I say. Yeah, heâll be in bed a little late, but if it wins me some brownie points with Chris right now...
âCan we watch the Lion King?â And heâs jumping again. Fantastic.
âNo, we canât watch the Lion King,â I say sternly. Not unless we want him to keep running for another hour.
âWhy canât we watch the Lion King, Walter?â Now Chris is the one pouting at me with sad puppy eyes. In fact, both of them are now pouting at me with sad puppy eyes. This is a nightmare.
âBecause,â I say as I grab Mike off the floor and put him on the couch, âthe songs make him all hyper.â Chris seems to accept that as a valid enough reason.
âHow about Ice Age?â The look on Mikeyâs face is a very clear âyesâ.
âOh, I love Ice Age!â Chris says. Her voice is genuine, as is her smile. She crawls onto the chaise and gets comfortable with a blanket.
âCan I sit with the pretty girl?â Mike doesnât wait for an answer and just crawls over the couch towards her until heâs in her lap.
I grab some drinks â Chris is smart enough to ask for water, because the first thing Mike yells is: âI want some too!â â and make myself comfortable on the couch a solid Mike-width away from Chris. I manage to still put an arm around her shoulder, although Mikey is trying very hard to push me away. Itâll be fine. He gets snuggly when he gets tired â and he honestly canât keep this up for that much longer.
âHey, stop pushing your brother,â Chris says. Itâs a fucking miracle, but he actually stops and looks at her.
âWhatâs your name?â He asks her. Oh sheâs falling for those big blue eyes, I can just see it happening.
âChris,â she says.
âThatâs a boyâs name!â Mike laughs.
âItâs not a boyâs name, itâs my name. And itâs short for Christina,â she explains patiently. Itâs the kind of patience I have with him on vacations, when I donât have homework or girls or ice hockey to worry about.
âChristina is a pretty name!â Mike says. That, and forty more things before the opening credits of the movie are through.
He doesnât make it past the first half with the chatter, though, and just before the end, heâs curled up in Chrisâ lap â fast asleep.
Mom comes home just as I have to leave for my hockey game.
âThanks, Walter,â she says, and I silently thank her for staying out overnight. I head off as fast as possible, because Iâm going to be running late if I donât. Chris is coming with me. Sheâs already waiting in her car â supposedly to pick me up, but the truth is that her car never left the driveway. Itâs a quiet drive, with a couple of awkward flirty smiles as we both remember last night.
We even win the game. Thatâs an understatement: we demolish the other guys. This is starting to look like a really great weekend! Chris kisses me goodbye when she drops me off back home, and it fucking takes my breath away. I walk into the kitchen ready to tell mom everything about the game, when I hear Mikeyâs voice right as I stroll around the corner.
â...and then this morning she made me pancakes!â
âThis morning?â Mom asks, and I wish the ground would disappear from beneath my feet. âMikey, baby, go watch TV.â Mike immediately gets up and disappears into the living room. Mom shuts the door behind him.
âWalter Marshall, you are in some serious shit,â she hisses.
Modern AU Melot (Tristan&Isolde) x OFC x Mike (Hellraiser)
summary: Mike, Mel and Nina celebrate their first anniversary
warnings: 18+, minors dni! polyamorous relationship; bisexual partners; vaginal sex; maybe voyeurism/exhibitionism, but I don't know if this is really a thing that needs a warning within a polyamorous relationship; masturbation, vaginal fingering; use of a butt plug, anal sex (m/m)
word count: 4,2k
A/N: I feel like those three have been living in my head for decades already but exactly one year ago, I published Hearts Too Big
So, happy anniversary!
There's a tiny quote from a story in there that isn't my own, but I think the original author doesn't mind ;)
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My heart wonât stop racing in my chest, no matter how calming the surroundings should be that are flying past me. I steer my bike around the corners of that gorgeous mountain road, but neither the stunning views we get to see nor the clean air that smells like forest can distract me from my rambling thoughts.
My gaze falls onto the mirror, focusing on the bike behind me. I canât see much of them. Their helmets hide their beautiful faces. But still my heart constricts as I realize once again that those wonderful two people are mine. Something I will never get my head around.
Exactly one year ago, they had put me through hell and then showed me heaven. I will never forget that first kiss I shared with Mel at that beach, and how Nina kissed me only seconds after. It changed my life in the best way possible. I never even dared to hope that I would get to be that happy in my life.
So thatâs why it is so important to me that everything this weekend is going to be perfect. I still canât believe they trusted me to organize our anniversary trip completely alone. They really must love me. Or they are insane. But the latter is probably mandatory for the first to happen.
As soon as I killed the engine and put the bike on its stand, I cross the few feet between me and Melâs bike and when Mel pulls his helmet from his head, I press my mouth on his. I donât care if he needs air because I need him so much more. My fingers lace through his curls, and I all but devour him. Mel answers my desperation with a strangled moan into my mouth. God, I love this man.Â
Finally, I pull away, searching for Nina to get a taste of her, too, but she is already gone. Mel and I both chuckle when we hear her excited screams.Â
âOh my god, babe! Thereâs a hot tub. And a fire pit. And the view over the lake is so beautiful!â
Mel gets off his bike and walks up to Nina, pulling her to his chest. I follow him and hug both of them from behind, pressing my lips on their necks one after the other.
âYouâve outdone yourself, Mike! How did you find this?â Nina turns her head, her eyes full of love as they find mine.
I only grin and shrug. I donât want to tell them right away. We have the whole weekend to talk. And do other things.
And thatâs why I rather grab Ninaâs jaw and kiss her hard, like I wanted to do in the first place.
After I have my fair share of kisses that I needed after hours of being alone on my bike, I finally go and grab our stuff and unlock the door of the cabin.Â
âTry not to get naked for another thirty minutes, peanuts! Iâm still waiting for some groceries to be delivered.â
Mel presses a kiss on my cheek and pulls one of the bags from my shoulder.Â
âAs if youâd care if anyone saw us naked,â he teases. And yeah, he is right. I donât care at all. I know they are mine.
I lean against the wooden walls of the cabin, the guitar I found in the living room in my lap. Itâs a beautiful instrument, and it is tuned perfectly. The whole cabin is like it was made for us. It is so cozy, but not in a tacky way. I have to admit, I am impressed with Mikey. Heâs done a good job planning our weekend.
My fingers brush over the strings as I play some chords without even thinking about it. My whole focus is on my two lovers, who are giggling and kissing in the hot tub, a few feet from me. They asked me to join them, but right now, I am happy sitting here in the sun with the guitar and just watching them.Â
Maybe thatâs a little creepy, but sometimes I like being an observer. I canât get enough of seeing them so happy together. It makes my heart sing.Â
Mike pulls Nina on his lap, and now they are making out like thereâs no tomorrow. I can see they are about to lose control any moment. Nina is moaning and Mike's hands are everywhere.
Like I predicted, Mike gets impatient and manhandles Nina to get on her knees. Leaning on her elbows on the deck, I have a perfect view of her tits. But whatâs even better is the way her face changes when Mike presses into her. Itâs a perfect mixture of desire and love, and I am totally aware that her eyes are fixed on me.
Thereâs no way I can focus on the guitar any longer while I watch Mikey thrusting into Nina with increasing intensity. He leans down over her, his hand on her throat. I wish I could hear the words he whispers into her ear through gritted teeth.Â
I put the guitar down and, instead, my hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts. I free my cock and start to stroke myself. Adjusting my rhythm with Mikeâs, Iâm going slow at first, but then I increase my pace when he starts to pound into our girlfriend faster and harder.
They are both loud, and their moans and grunts only fuel my own lust. I can barely hold back my release, but I donât want to come just yet. So I ease my grip a little and try to focus on Nina, her half-lidded eyes, her teeth digging into her plump lip. Sheâs so beautiful like this. Mike raises his head and flashes a big smile at me. The asshole winks and doesnât turn his eyes away from me as he talks to Nina, this time loud enough for me to hear.
âShow him how you look when you come around my cock, baby!âÂ
Mike slams into Ninaâs pussy like a madman, his grip on her hips so tight, I know sheâs going to show some marks later. Ninaâs screaming, rolling her eyes, her whole body shaking. This is it. My own orgasm rushes through me so hard, my vision blurs as I shoot all over my hand and chest.Â
When my breathing is back to normal, and I open my eyes again, I see the two of them are back to kissing. I get up, letting my shorts and boxers fall to the floor. Looking down at my sweaty, sticky chest, I decide I need to cool down. So I walk down the stairs to the small wooden dock. After checking the waters, I jump into the lake. Itâs cold, but not freezing. Nina is going to hate it, but that doesnât stop me from calling her and Mike to join me.
I take the plate that Mel holds out to me and dry it, then put it back into the cabinet. Mel grabs my towel to dry his hands, so I guess weâre done with the dishes. Mel and I gladly offered to do them after Mikey had spoiled us with the most delicious dinner we had in a while.Â
I round the kitchen island and sit down on the floor, where Mike just finished preparing our board game on the small coffee table. I take my cards, but the moment I want to check them, Mel drops next to me and leans in for a kiss.Â
âHey, no cheating!â I tell him as I push him away, and he has the audacity to look fucking cute as he pouts at me. I move a few feet away from him, hiding my cards, because I donât intend to let him win tonight. Melâs a sore looser and I enjoy kicking his ass very much. Mike grins at me as if he could read my thoughts. Which he probably can, he knows us both so well.Â
To prove my point, he asks: âReady to make Mel cry, Nina?âÂ
His signature smirk is plastered on his handsome face. I hold my hand up for a high five as an answer.Â
Mel shakes his head playfully. Then he gets up again and pulls his shirt over his head, suspiciously slowly. Mike and I both groan in unison.Â
âYou are playing unfair here, Mel, and we havenât even started yet.â Mike complains. But Mel tuts at him and points to the flames flickering in the fireplace.
âI wouldnât have to strip down if someoneâŠâ he uses the strategic pause to turn his gaze to me, â...wouldnât be that cold all the time. But as long as we have to put up a fire in the middle of July, you two have to endure the pain of seeing my naked chest. Iâm deeply sorry.â
Two hours and three wins over a very grumpy Mel later, we move to the bedroom. The bed in here is nowhere as big as the custom-made bed in our apartment, but I donât mind. Iâm sleepy and donât care if I have to sprawl over my two boyfriends in here. Theyâll live.Â
Mike is already snuggled up inside the covers. He looks cute as a button as he tries to hide the yawn that slips him when I crawl into his arms.Â
Iâm already half asleep when Mel joins us, but his efforts to fit into the bed wake me up again. He apologizes, even though itâs not his fault. Mike lets out some adorable sleepy noises and then tells his boyfriend that he should read fairy tales to us to make up for the disturbance. Iâm pretty sure heâs just joking, but nevertheless, Mel picks up my book from the nightstand and opens it.Â
He scans over the lines and lets out a small chuckle. I remember where I stopped reading earlier and have to admit it puts a little heat on my cheeks. Mel clears his throat and starts to read in a voice, even deeper and more gravelly than usual:
âHe drags your panties to the side and two fingers slip into your pussy with embarrassing ease. âGod, kitten, youâre so wet already,â he groans. âYouâre such a perfect little slut for Daddy.â All you can do is moan while he pulls his fingers out and moves them to your clit. The tight circles he draws around the swollen little pearl make you writhe your hips, leaning into his touch as he keeps rhythm and pressure steady at an intensity thatâs just shy of enough to make you come.â *
Mike is groaning next to me and whispers into my ear: âThatâs the fairy tales you read all day, baby? With a straight face? Youâre killing me!â Â
And while Mel continues to read, I feel Mikeâs cock growing harder against my ass. All of this has just as much effect on me, so I arch my back to press into him. Gladly, Mike takes the invitation. He turns me to lay on my back and presses my knees apart. The same way as Mel had read moments ago, he drags my panties to the side and brushes his fingers along my slit.Â
Soon, I'm a withering mess, Mikeyâs finger pumping into me, his mouth hungry on mine. But then Melâs voice stops abruptly, and the next moment Mikey is gone, and instead I have Melâs tongue exploring my mouth. He bites into my lip, then pulls back so he can look both at Mikey and me.
âI thought you two were tired? I'm trying to make you fall asleep, but that doesn't look like you are about to doze off anytime soon!â Despite the scolding words, Mel's tone is amused.Â
Mike chuckles. âBabe, if you wanted us to fall asleep, you should have chosen a different book.â
Mel turns to Mike with a devious grin on his face.Â
âWell, so if youâre both awake again, you two could pay some attention to me now. I already let you have some time for yourself in the hot tub.â
The memory of what we did out on the deck earlier makes my pussy clench. Mike feels it around his fingers and moans in response. But his eyes are locked with Melâs.
âI wouldnât have minded if you had joined us,â he tells him, and Melâs grin gets wider.
âYeah? You need some dick?â he asks, his voice raspy.
I rather feel than hear Mikeyâs breath hitch before he answers:
âI do!â
Mel gets up on his knees and pulls down his boxers. His erection slaps against his abs.
âThen help yourself!â he says, his smirk now going from ear to ear.
Mikey lets out a needy whine. He licks his lips as he moves his mouth to Melâs middle. A gentle lick from the base to the tip lets Mel shiver.
âI think someone is done with the solo action for today,â I tease. My fingers circle my swollen bud as I watch them.
Melâs look falls on me and he groans. I don't know if it's a reaction to what he sees or to Mikeâs hollowed cheeks around his cock. I don't care. It's hot.
Mel lets us play for another few moments, but then he pulls Mikey up to him for a hot kiss. They whisper into each other's ears, and then they both turn to me. Oh, I think Iâm up for a good time.
Mel crawls up to my side and pulls my top over my head. The moment the girls are free, his mouth is on one nipple, sucking hard. His fingers take care of the other one and I gasp when he pinches and rolls it.
To add to the sensations, at the same time, Mike drags my panties down my legs. In seconds, he's between my widespread legs and runs his length through my folds.
I whimper and moan. They are teasing me, Mel with his mouth and hands, Mike with his dick. He drags the tip slowly around my entrance, up to my clit and back again.
I lift my hips impatiently, but Mike doesn't give in. It takes Mel to interfere. He turns his head to watch for a moment, before ordering:
âGet into her already so I can give you what you wanted in the first place, Mike.â
That does the trick. Mike slams into me and I let out a cry of pleasure. While Mike starts to move inside me, Mel gets up to stand behind him.
âWow, Mikey, you really planned every aspect of this trip,â he says, chuckling. I can imagine what he's talking about, and when a butt plug lands on the bed, I get my confirmation.
âAre you ready to take me?â I hear Mel and the answer is groaning from both of my boys.
Mike stills his hips and I hear the telltale sound of lube getting squished out of the bottle.
Then it's the increased tension in Mikeâs body and the twitching dick inside me that let me know what's going on. All three of us moan in unison as Mel pushes inside.
Some rustling wakes me, and I blink a few times sleepily to adjust to the brightness. It must be early morning because the room is filled with golden light. When my sight gets more focused, I start to smile. I am greeted by the view of a very sexy tattooed chest, rippling muscles accentuated by beams of orange falling through the curtains. What a pleasant way to wake up. Almost as nice as the way I fell asleep last night.
For a moment, I think about greeting Mikey, but then I decide against it, watching silently as he pulls his shirt over his head. Yeah, creepy, I know. But I canât help it. I don't want to ruin this peaceful scene.Â
Mike apparently hasnât noticed Iâm awake because he turns and tries to step down the stairs as noiselessly as possible. Which isnât very noiseless - because itâs Mikey.Â
Yet, when I turn to the other side, I see that Nina is still fast asleep. I kiss her on her temple and then try to get up without making noise, myself, with more success than Mike. I wander into the bathroom, take a quick shower and brush my teeth.
When I go downstairs, I find Mikey leaning against the open patio door. I step behind him and wrap my arm around his waist, resting my hand on his chest. He feels warm and firm and my heart expands at the sensation of it. Mike nuzzles into me as my lips brush over the light stubble of his throat, while I breathe in his scent.
âHey!â he greets, his voice still rough from sleep.
âHey yourself!â I press another kiss on his neck. Then I raise my eyes to look over Mike's shoulder. The sun is rising over the lake, painting the surroundings in warm colors.
âItâs so beautiful. Perfect. I donât know what you had to do to get this cabin, but thank you.â
Mike turns his head to me, one eyebrow raised.
âDo you imply I prostituted myself for this?âÂ
I canât tell if heâs amused or offended, probably a little bit of both, but anyway, I need to apologize because this wasnât in any way what I meant to say.
âNo! Never! Sorry! Itâs just - this must have been expensive. You didnât have to do this. You donât have to spend your savings on us.â
Before Mike can answer me, we hear footsteps and then Nina is next to us. She wriggles in between us and brushes kisses over Mikeâs and my chest.
âHey, is there a possibility to get some coffee?â
Mike takes the invitation to run off without answering me and pours three cups of coffee. Running around the kitchen, adding sugar and cream for Nina and a disgusting amount of sugar for himself, he seems to be fidgety, noticeably so, even for Mikey.Â
I fear I actually hurt him with the stupid remark and open my mouth to apologize once more, but Mikey grabs the mug handles and steps out onto the deck with our coffee.
âCome on, peanuts, letâs get down to the shore.âÂ
Nina and I exchange a look, but then we follow him down the stairs to the lake. Thereâs a wooden patio set and Mike drops the mugs on the table, only spilling a little bit of coffee. Nina and I sit down, waiting for Mike to join us, but heâs not interested. Instead, he walks up and down along the dock.
âMike!â Nina calls. âFor the love of god, would you sit?â
I donât even know why Iâm freaking out again. Thereâs nothing that should get me that nervous. Those two people who are watching me right now like Iâm nuts, they love me. I donât know why, but they do. I donât have to worry about anything. If I learned anything in the last year, then itâs that I can open up to Mel and Nina. So I finally do what Nina ordered me to do and sit down next to them.
âSorry!â I grab my coffee and drag out the moment a little longer by taking a huge sip. Of the coffee that is still fucking hot. They both watch me incredulously as I swear.
âI need to tell you something!âÂ
Ninaâs eyes go wide and Mel jerks back. Yeah, great start, dickhead! Now they think I cheated on them or some stupid shit.
âDonât panic, itâs nothing bad - I think.â They both visibly relax, though they still look confused, so I go on.
âA few weeks ago, Tom called me.â
âYour brother?âÂ
âYeah. I didnât take the call at first. But he didnât stop calling and texting. So I thought it must be something important.âÂ
Mel interrupts once more, more concern on his face than should be, ever. âEverything okay with your parents?â
I let out a sad laugh. âLike I would care?âÂ
Itâs harsh, but itâs the truth. And honestly, Iâm glad Iâm at a place now where I donât care anymore.Â
I must have been quiet for too long because Nina flaps with her hands in the air, a quizzical look on her face.
âSooo?âÂ
âYeah, uhm, he wanted to meet me. And I said okay.â
âWhy didnât you tell us?â Nina again, of course. Sheâs always mad that Mel and I donât communicate enough, and sheâs right about it.
âYou were both working hard that day, and it wasnât that big of a deal. I just thought Iâd go meet him, listen to his bullshit, then go home to throw myself into your arms in the evening.â
âBut?...âÂ
I shouldnât make pauses long enough for them to interrupt me.
Nina and Mike both donât smile back, Nina even frowns.Â
âStill - why havenât you told us, Mikey?â She sounds hurt. And Mel nods in agreement. Shit, I'm fucking this up again.
âBecause, my brother brought me a gift. Well, not exactly a gift, but anyway. I decided to make it a surprise for you.â
I take another sip of coffee. Gladly, it isnât hot like the seven hells anymore.Â
âCome on, Mike, get to the point!â Mel rolls his eyes at me.
âSorry! So, my brother got into a fight with my parents because of me. He told them that they should support me, that I deserve to be part of the family. Shocking, I know, but apparently he must have found out he has a heart.
But of course, my parents wouldnât listen. Then Tom said to them that they at least owe me my part of the family assets. They bought Tom a house when he got married and he also got some shares, I donât know much about that stuffâŠÂ Â
Anyway, Tom told them they should at least give me money to make my life easier. Which was just as successful as his first plea. My father only kicked him out and told him he wouldnât want to hear about it anymore. But Tom felt bad for me, so he wrote them a letter threatening to take them to court on my behalf.â
Both Nina and Mel look shocked.
âYou wouldnât do this, and he canât do it without your agreement, right?â
I nod. They know me way better than anyone in my family. I would never want that.
âYeah, but just the threat was enough. My parents would never want to get anything about this shit go public, which would be the case if there was a lawsuit. Thatâs why they wrote a big check with my name on it, and they signed over one of their properties to me.â
I give them a big grin, but they still both look quite puzzled.
âMy first instinct was to reject it. So I wouldnât have to be thankful or some shit. But then I thought fuck it! Why should I punish myself by not taking what is mine? Itâs not like they would care either way. And I kind of like this cabinâŠâ
I look into their faces, and Iâm glad I donât find any negative emotions there. I was a little scared that they would judge me for taking the money. Exhibit A: my reaction to Melâs comment earlier.
âWell, yeah, so, that cabin is mine! That's what I wanted to say. Surprise!â I shrug awkwardly.Â
When no one says a word, I go back to rambling.
âI spent the last few weeks remodeling it so it doesnât look that much like âfilthy rich assholes with a stick up their assesâ anymore and more like âusâ.â
This finally gives me some laughs and I feel more comfortable immediately.Â
âOh Mikey!â Nina jumps into my lap and presses a kiss onto the corner of my mouth.
âThis means we can spend a lot more time fooling around here! Oh my god! This is going to be some fun.âÂ
I laugh, thatâs the perfect reaction.
âWe can start right away, if you want,â I tell her.
Mel chuckles and gets up from his chair. He leans down to me and kisses me hungrily. Then he pulls away and cocks his head.
âOne thing: can we please have a bigger bed? Nina kicked me in my ribs all night.â
I snicker.
âYeah, I earned some nasty elbow checks, too. I thought maybe we could build a new bed like the one in our apartment together.â
âThen there's no more objections from my side,â Mel tells me before his lips are back on mine.
*) source: Under orders - part 4 by @raccoon-eyed-rebel
Its been a delightful journey to see these three grow together as a polycule đ„șâ€ïž
They're so sweet on each other, it makes my heart happy đ
This has been a delightful read and a beautiful way to spend my weekend. I hope you're proud of yourself for this series, it's amazing! âșïž
This was perfection, from the way you described the journey to the morning after and going down to the lake and Mike finally getting something nice, it was a dream to read â€ïžâ€ïž
Every comment you left on their stories reminded me of how much I loved creating these characters, and the love you gave back means so much to me. Thinking that there are people who care about my characters is truly incredible.
Thank you so much for taking your time and joining me, Mel, Mike and Nina
Modern AU Melot (Tristan & Isolde) x OFC Nina x Mike (Hellraiser)
summary: Mikey needs some love after meeting his parents
warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Polyamory, non-monogamous bisexual relationship, a little angst, problematic family relationship, talk about dick piercings, double blowjob, Anal (m/m), p-i-v sex, all the fluff Mikey deserves
word count: 5,4k
A/N: This has been in my wip folder for an embarrassingly long time. This was meant to happen before A merry happy birthday (yes, it took me THIS long)
Now it's finally done and I hope you like it â€
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I heard the music before I even entered the building. And as I recognized the sound of Mike's favorite punk rock band, I knew it was coming from our apartment. Frowning, I opened the door. I found him in the bedroom, sitting cross legged on the floor with his head bent over his sketchbook. His hand ran in angry strokes over the paper, and he didn't even notice me until I brushed my hand over his back. Mike jerked away from my touch and looked at me startled. His eyes were wide, but also puffy and red rimmed.
âHey, my love, are you okay?â The question was ridiculous, I could see that Mike was farther away from okay than I had ever seen him before. But the music was so loud that he wouldn't have heard anyway. And it didn't matter at all because he turned away from me, pulling his hoodie deep into his eyes.Â
My heart clenched at the sight of him like this. I got up from my crouched position to turn off the damn music. But as soon as there was the possibility to talk to my boyfriend without shouting, he sprang up and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
âMike!â I shouted after him. Yet when I got to the door, he had already left the apartment. I froze in my movements, totally baffled by Mikeyâs unusual behavior. When I heard the sound of his motorbike, I ran to the window and saw him, pacing off far too fast. By now, tears were running down my face.Â
When I got back to the bedroom, my eyes fell onto Mike's sketchbook. Where there were usually funny doodles and portraits that Mike loved to draw, I found creepy monsters, dark figures and angry grimaces. What the hell had happened to the guy that always was so upbeat and unworried? He had always been the one who didnât seem to be troubled by anything in the world. And it hurt that he didnât want to share with me whatever got him to feel so bad.
I took my phone and called Mel. He had planned to spend the weekend with his family, but I really needed him now.Â
âHey, sunshine!â Mel greeted me and in the background I could hear the laughter of Isa and Tristan, which only made me sob more. Mel immediately sensed that something was off when I didnât speak.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Nina?â He sounded alarmed. I took a deep breath, trying to find some words.
âMike! I think something happened to him. He was crying in the bedroom and when I tried to talk to him, he ran off. Heâs on his bike and heâs not okay. And now I really donât know what to do. Iâm so scared.â I almost didnât recognize my own shaky voice.Â
Mel cursed. âFuck! I should have known! Please wait for me, baby, Iâm coming home and then weâll go search for him. Donât be scared, weâll find him, okay? Mikey is going to be okay.â
Mel knowing immediately what was up with Mike had me surprised. I had been away only for two nights. But apparently it was long enough that our whole relationship was in chaos and none of my two boyfriends had talked to me about it. It hurt.
âWhat is it, you should have known? I donât understand, Mel!â I asked him, perplexed.Â
Mel sighed. I heard some rustling, and then I heard him talking to Tristan. âI need to get home, Mikey and Nina need me!â Then his voice was louder again, speaking to me: âMikey wanted to meet his parents. He had decided that he finally wanted to tell them about us. I should have talked him out of it. Or at least go with him. He said it would be okay, but I⊠I should have known. Sorry!â
Adding to my concern, I felt anger rising in my chest. âYou two should have told me. This is something that we should have done together. Mel, how could you leave him alone with this?â
I heard the engine of Melâs car coming to life and the changed acoustic as Mel had put me on speakers. âI know, Nina. Iâm sorry. Mike was insisting that I should go. I didnât want to come off as patronizing him. He seemed so sure.â As I listened to him, I realized Mel was just as worried and upset as myself. His voice was breaking more than once. I decided now wasnât the time for accusations. All three of us needed each other.Â
âItâs okay, Mel. Itâs not anybodyâs fault. Just drive home safely. I will try to get Mikey to answer his damn phone in the meantime.â
The hour that it took Mel to get back home, I tried my best to find Mikey. His phone was still sending me straight to his mailbox. I left him messages, but I didnât expect him to listen to them. Calling his friends didnât help either. No one had seen him.
I was at the edge of a total breakdown when the door opened and Mel was finally home. As soon as he saw me, he rushed forward and took me in his arms. Sobbing uncontrollably, I buried my face in his chest. Being wrapped in his arms took a little of the pressure from my shoulders. Holding him always felt so damn good. Even when I was scared, or maybe even more so because I was scared.
âItâs okay, baby. Itâs going to be fine!â Despite trying to calm me, Mel didnât appear to be exactly in a better state than myself. His eyes were glossy, and his fingers brushed nervously over my back while he was chewing on his lip.
After catching a breath and holding each other tight for a very needed moment, we started discussing possibilities of what to do next.Â
That was until the ringing of the doorbell interrupted us. My head shot up hopefully, but the realization that Mikey would have used his key hit me only a second later. Mel got up, pressing a kiss on my hair, and opened the door.Â
âI need to talk to Michael.â The icy voice immediately gave me goosebumps. Mikeyâs mom pushed Mel to the side and stepped into the hallway. When she realized I was blocking her way by standing in the door frame to the living room and not giving in when she tried to move around me, she rolled her eyes. âI know this might be unknown to people like you, but itâs rude to block someone from meeting their son.â The âlike youâ was dripping with disdain. I opened my mouth, but I just didnât know what to say. I had never been treated rude like that in my life.Â
To my relief, Mel stepped to my side and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I admired him for keeping his voice calm and steady. âMrs. Girardi, Mike isnât at home. We donât know where he is right now. The only thing we know is that he was very upset after meeting you and your husband.âÂ
Mikeâs mom seemed to be irritated for a brief moment, a hint of concern flashing over her face, before her expression turned back to the stony indifference. âWell, thatâs all your fault. Why did you trick Michael into that relationship? Of course, heâs confused. This isnât healthy. Or normal.â Her eyes traveled over Mel and me from head to toe. âI really donât know how you did this. How could he be lured into something like this? Why would he want to be with someone like you? Michael is such an attractive young man. Well, at least he was, until he ruined his skin with that ink. And he is smart. He could be a lawyer, like his father and brother. Have a good wife and kids. Working on the family heritage. But he is such a disappointment. And with you two in his life, we lost our hope to bring him back to reason. How could we explain this situation to friends and business partners? Itâs just so humiliating.âÂ
Hearing her talk about Mike in that way broke my heart. Finally, I knew what I had to say to that mean bitch that called herself a mother. âMikey is a better person than you could ever imagine. He has the biggest heart, and he deserves to be loved exactly the way he is. Itâs an utter shame that you donât realize what a wonderful person your son is. Instead of being ashamed of him, you should be so proud. I am proud to be part of his life. And so is Mel. We love him, and weâll stay at his side as long as he wants us to be with him. If that is something you canât accept, it is you who is missing out.âÂ
I was shaking, but I wouldnât turn my eyes away from Mrs. Girardi. Melâs grip around my arm tightened as a sign of affirmation, and I was so grateful to be able to lean onto his firm chest.Â
Mike's mom took in a sharp breath when I had finished my rant. She opened her mouth, and I was already waiting for more hate to come out of it. But instead she snapped it shut, pressing her lips into a thin line, and turned. Her heels clicking on the floor, she stormed off. When she reached the apartment door, she turned her head another time and mustered Mel and me with a cold expression. âYou two will be his ruin.â With this, Mrs. Girardi slammed the door shut.
Immediately, Mel pulled me closer into his arms. First I thought he wanted to soothe me, but as my head rested on his chest, and I heard his thundering heart, I realized he needed me to soothe him just as much. Â
After a minute of silently comforting each other, sharing a few gentle kisses and touches, I pulled away and looked up at Mel. âWe need to find him.â Mel nodded and grabbed my helmet and jacket and held them out for me.Â
âThen letâs go!â
It could have been a nice ride if it werenât for the circumstances. It was a warm, sunny day. I had my arms wrapped around Mel's waist while he was driving down the ocean road. It reminded me of the first time I had been riding with him, the day I fell in love. But today, the reason for the fluttery feeling in my stomach was entirely different, and not in a pleasant way. I couldnât think of anything else but Mike. The concern felt like a tight band around my heart.
My tears had stopped falling a while back, but that didnât mean I was feeling better now. It just meant I was too tired to keep crying. Part of me wanted to get up, get back home and apologize to my girl. Iâd been acting like an asshole, leaving her standing in our bedroom without an explanation. But I just couldnât talk to her at that moment. I needed to be alone. Now I only hoped she would understand. She probably would, she was just the sweetest girl in the world. But that only made me feel worse about hurting her.Â
My thoughts drifted back to the conversation with my parents. I could still see them, my father looking at me, so blatantly disgusted, my mother shaking her head as if she could argue about how I felt. If it wasnât that sad, I could almost laugh about it.Â
This wasnât anything debatable. I loved them, and no words from my parents could change that. Not that I wanted it to change, ever. Even if it meant losing the last strings attached to my pretentious family.Â
Maybe it wasnât that bad at all. Theyâd been awful to me for years. Ever since I stopped being the perfect son they expected me to be. That person that I never was in the first place. I just hid it well until I turned nineteen. But after I realized I couldnât be the successful lawyer they wanted me to be, a man who cared more about money and family heritage than about people, everything had changed.Â
I had to endure so many hours of lectures â Stop being awkward, go back to college, dress properly, get back into circles that fit your social status, yada yada yada. The day I showed up with the first tattoo that couldnât be hidden underneath my clothes was a highlight. Mother cried for hours about how she couldn't take me to the country club anymore. What a loss.Â
And yet, even though I didnât hear anything but criticism whenever I met them, I never managed to cut ties with them. Now it was time to let go. If they couldnât see me happy, why should I care about them?
Honestly, why was I even sad? Losing them didn't mean much. None of them was anywhere near as important to me as Nina and Mel. These two were the ones that I wanted around me. The ones in my heart. They were all the family I needed in my life.
After a last deep breath, while I was watching the waves crashing onto the shore, I got up. It was time to get back home and take care of the people I love. But as I bent down to grab my helmet, a smile crept over my face. I would always recognize the sound of that engine.Â
I turned to see Mel parking his bike at the side of the road. Nina practically jumped from her seat and ran towards me. Mel followed close behind. I blinked the new tears away that were forming in the corner of my eyes. Then I finally moved into their direction to close the distance between us.Â
Two pairs of arms wrapped around me while I couldnât do anything else but to repeat the same words over and over: âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry!â
The kiss was messy and sloppy, three mouths devouring each other. I tasted the salt of my tears and the sweetness of my two lovers. A hand was tangled in my hair, another pressed against my chest. While I gave in to the demanding pressure of lips and tongues on me, relief rushed through my veins. This kiss was all I needed to see that they werenât mad at me.
My own hands worked their way into their shirts, desperately searching for the warmth and softness of their skin.Â
Nina was the first to retreat from our clumsy kiss. With wide eyes, she watched Mel and me as we pressed our lips onto each other one last time. Then I locked my eyes with her, my heart skipping a beat as I took in her vulnerable expression.
âDon't you ever scare me like that again, idiot!â she said, her voice shaky. In contrast to her harsh words, her hand ruffling through my hair felt so sweet and affectionate, I could kiss her all over again.
Instead, I started begging for their forgiveness once more, my words stumbling out of my mouth, but Mel grabbed my chin and turned me to look at him.
âStop it, Mikey. There's nothing you need to apologize for. If anything, I need to say sorry. I shouldn't have let you go alone. I should have been there for you.â
Mel and I exchanged more apologies and affirmations that the other one didn't need to say sorry, until Nina stepped between us, her hands cupping our jaws.
âCan you both please stop it? Iâd rather see your cute asses move to your bikes, so we can finally go home and go back to the kissing part.â
Riding home, I felt strangely lost, and it took me a while until I realized I missed Mikey and Nina, even though we had kissed only minutes ago. The need to feel them weighed heavily on my heart. But I was glad that Nina had decided to ride with Mike. He needed her more than I did right now. I wouldnât have wanted him to feel alone.Â
When we entered our apartment, I sent them to the bedroom with a slap on their asses before I made my way to the kitchen. Going through the cabinets, I grabbed snacks for us and put them on a tray. I added three mugs with tea bags, and while I was waiting for the kettle, I took out my phone and typed a message.Â
The immediate answer put a smile on my face. I put the phone away, filled our mugs and went to join them in the bedroom.
âHey, Iâm surprised the two of you are not yet naked and fucking,â I said with a wide smile on my face. Mike and Nina lay on the huge bed, their limbs tangled. I put the tray onto the nightstand and Mike immediately jumped up to grab some pistachios.Â
Still chewing, he apologized: âSorry, Iâm bad company today, I think I need more cuddles before we can move on to the X-rated stuff.â The puppy eyes he gave me melted my heart.
I dropped on the bed next to them and brushed a few locks from Mikeyâs forehead.
âDonât start apologizing again. Nina and I donât care. You can take from us whatever you need. Cuddles, talking, fucking⊠Whatever you ask for, weâre in.â
Nina looked up from her place on Mikeyâs chest with a smile, nodding softly.
Mike let out a small laugh. âYeah, Iâll take that. Exactly in this order!â
All three of us moved to sit against the headrest, but somehow it just didnât feel right. We were not close enough. I shook my head. âNo, thatâs not good.â I exclaimed. âTake off your clothes.â
Mike gave me a raised eyebrow and Nina laughed. âStop being a horndog, Mel!â she shouted with fake disgust in her voice.Â
All three of us snickered, but then I explained to them that skin-on-skin contact releases oxytocin and endorphins. That was reason enough for them to spread their clothes all over the floor.Â
I got rid of my clothes, too and settled against the headrest again. This time, I guided Mike to sit between my thighs and pulled him back to lean on my chest. Nina clung to one of Mikeâs thighs like a koala, her head resting on his lap. This was so much better.Â
My heart clenched when Mike told us about his visit with his parents. He had let them know he was happily in love and they reacted with disgust and hate. I wished I could take the hurt he felt from him. He didnât deserve any of this. And they undeniably didnât deserve him.Â
Mike had stopped talking but his face couldn't hide his pain. I pressed soft kisses on his neck. âYou know, family has nothing to do with genes and biology,â I told him. My mind went back to my own experiences. I had never known my biological parents, yet, I was lucky to say I had a wonderful family. And Mike needed to understand that he was part of it, too.
âIf they canât accept who you are, they are not worthy of your love. There are other people who will gladly have you as a part of their life. You are family to Nina and me. And you are family to my mom and my brother. They love you, Mikey!âÂ
Nina wrapped her arms around Mikeyâs waist and nodded. âYou are also family to my parents, Mike. You know they adore you.â
Mike didnât answer, but I felt the tension dissolving from his shoulders. Slowly he relaxed against my chest, taking deep breaths.Â
We sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes. One of my hands was playing with Mikeâs curls, the other resting on his chest. Nina was brushing slow circles over Mikeâs legs. Mike sighed deeply. âThank you.â he whispered. âI love you two so much.âÂ
With time, our hands and mouths started to explore our bodies, lazy touches and kisses. I had my face buried in the crook of Mikeâs neck when I heard the sweet giggles of Nina.
âYou're definitely moving on from the cuddling and talking part to the fucking part, down there, Mikey!â she laughed and Mike and I both joined in.
âHey, that's not my fault,â he answered. âHow is he supposed to stay soft when you're playing with my piercing constantly?â
More of our laughter filled the room.
Nina shrugged, her head still on Mikeâs hip. âI'm sorry, I just love your pierced dick.â
I let out an amused huff. âShe really does. My cock is jealous of all the attention yours always gets. Maybe I should get myself a piercing too.â It wasnât really a joke. I had thought about it a few times already, but I had never mentioned it to Nina or Mike before.Â
In answer to my words, Mike and Nina both let out some really sexy noises. Mike looked up at me with a wide grin plastered over his face.
âOh, I wouldn't be opposed to that. I always wanted to know how it feels on the receiving end.â
A picture flashed through my head: My dick, a metal bar in it, and Mikeyâs and Ninaâs beautiful faces and mouths in front of it. Damn!
âHey, Mel, did your cock just twitch in fear or anticipation?â Mikey asked, mischief in his eyes as he watched me.
âProbably both!â I answered honestly, and we all fell back into laughter.
Ninaâs fingers running up and down my length and Melâs hardening dick pressing against my lower back did wonders to help me forget. Melâs hand sneaked up to my neck and, with just enough authority to make me all horny, he turned my face to meet his. His mouth pressed hard against me, his tongue sliding over the seam of my lips, asking for entry. I opened my mouth for him, and Mel instantly devoured me. I let him swallow my surprised gasp when Ninaâs tongue brushed over the tip of my throbbing cock.
âDamn, peanuts, you really know how to cheer me up!â
It was a fault to let go of Melâs mouth, I thought for a second, because my sweet boy took this chance and wriggled free from under me. But then he moved to sit on his heels next to Nina, bending down, his tongue darting out to tease me. Yeah, I judged too quickly, I wasnât mad anymore about him moving.Â
Goddamn, I was a mess, swearing and moaning, watching Mel and Nina make out, my dick right in the middle. That was the best kiss I ever got, and my mouth wasnât even taking part. But who was I to complain? I closed my eyes, let my head fall back, and focused on the incredible feeling of the two wet, warm mouths on me.
âI really canât blame you,â I heard Melâs deep voice saying. âThis dick is seriously so damn pretty.â They were giggling. Giggling! With my dick right in front of their faces.Â
âIt really is. Itâs unfair. How can he have such a terribly handsome face and a cock so beautiful itâs almost a shame to sit on it and hide it?â
I barked out a laugh at Ninaâs remark. At the same time this weird praise sent a warm feeling through my chest. Their lips and tongues went back to nip and suck on me. I was getting close, my breath coming in hitches, but it was just never enough to get me over the edge. I needed more. More of their warm bodies pressed against me. More of their own pleasure. More of them.
âI need to feel you both! Please!â I sounded desperate, but I didnât care. I didnât have to hide my needs from them. The realization hit me like a truck. This is where I belonged, where I could be myself and wouldnât be judged. Whenever I was in their arms, I was home.Â
âCome here!â Mel was kneeling at the edge of the bed, his thighs spread wide. Before I could even move an inch, his hands wrapped around my legs, and he pulled me down to him. Teasingly slow, his hands brushed along my thighs until they were resting on my knees. Mel pressed them down, opening me wide to him. Nina came back into my view, handing over a bottle of lube to Mel.Â
âThank you, babe!â Mel and Nina shared a fierce kiss, Melâs teeth pulling on her bottom lip when she pulled back again. My heart was racing in my chest in anticipation as I watched them spreading lube over their fingers and Melâs dick. Another squeeze of the cool liquid ran down my ass crack, and Ninaâs fingers guided it into the tight ring of muscle. Then I felt the pad of her finger slowly working me open.
It didnât take long for her to find the spot that made me lose control. I was moaning, desperately squirming as I tried to fuck myself on her hand. I looked down and saw Mel fisting his cock as he watched us. How could I not totally lose my mind when they played me like this? Nina took pity on me and added a second digit, but it still wasnât enough.Â
âPlease, Iâm ready to take you, Mel. And I need you to take me!â I cupped Ninaâs cheek with my hand, looking pleadingly into her eyes. Ninaâs fingers slipped out of me, and I winced at the loss.Â
But it was only seconds until I felt the tip of Melâs cock pressing against my ass, and I sighed in relief. In the torturous way that Mel enjoyed so much, he leisurely eased into me. He stilled completely when he was buried to the hilt. I was just a second from crying out my frustration when Nina threw a leg over my torso and sat right down onto my dick.
âFuck!âÂ
She was so soft and tight and warm around my cock. And damn, Nina wasnât holding back. She fucked me fast and hard.Â
âHere I was thinking weâre going to make tender love!â Mel snort-laughed, and I swear I felt his dick twitch inside me. He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âYou just wanted to make me go insane,â I told him, mirroring the teasing expression. âBut I need you to go rogue with me. Fuck me into next week! Or better next month!â
That didnât need an answer. At least not a verbal one. Melâs grip on my thighs became more rigid. His hips slammed into me forcefully, and I moaned with every of his brutal thrusts.
Nina bent forward, and her gorgeous tits bounced straight into my face. This must be heaven. I felt I was getting close. But I didnât want to go there just yet. I needed more of this. I tried to count backwards from 100, but Mel rutting into me with every number I came up with wasnât helping. Fuck it, I was lost. I planted my feet on the bed and started to pound up into Nina, crashing into Mel with every back stroke. If I go down, I go down with flying colors.
Nina was getting close, too, I felt it. My hand moved to where we were joined, my fingers rubbing over her swollen nub. Yeah that will do the trick. Her mouth fell open, and she was making all those sweet noises that make me so horny. She started to pulse around my dick. Here we go! A few more strokes and then Nina came all over my cock, and she pulled me right with her. I think I cried out some words while I exploded in her, but donât ask me what it was. My brain is not working right now. There's just this fluffy, warm feeling rushing through my body.
Nina crashed into my chest and her mouth found mine. Nothing better than some post coital kissing.
Mel was bending down, too, to take part in this mid-fuck cuddling. The new angle felt heavenly. I just came, but damn if I didnât want to keep going with whatever Mel was doing to me here. But it didnât take him long and he was a goner, too. He pulled out of me and came all over my stomach and Ninaâs ass. Panting, he lay down onto my other side and made me the happiest man on earth, thoroughly fucked, one perfect human being in each arm.
A long make-out session later, Nina locked her eyes with me.
âAre you okay?â
I smiled like the idiot I am. âThe perfect amount of sticky, sweaty and happy!âÂ
Mel pressed a kiss on my cheek. âThatâs what we were going for!â I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and embraced the content sleepiness that took me over.Â
The sound of the doorbell woke me from a very nice dream, one of the kind where youâre naked and not freaking out.Â
Mel tapped me on my shoulder. âThis is for you,â he said. I frowned, trying to make it make sense. I searched my brain for possible appointments I could have forgotten and came up blank. What doesnât mean that there isnât one, Iâm really great at forgetting shit. I leaned up on my elbows and shouted as loud as I could: âOne moment! Be right there!â
But with one glance at me, Mel shook his head. âNah, you go take a shower first. Iâm not letting her see you like this.â Yeah, now I was even more confused, but he wasnât wrong. I was in no state to welcome any guest.
Mel pressed a kiss on my cheek, another one on Nina, who was mumbling unintelligible words into the covers next to me. The semi I was sporting grew a little firmer as I watched Mel grabbing some boxers and a shirt. Yeah, time for a shower! A cold one!
I felt a lot more awake when I emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later. The smell of coffee was wafting through the air, luring me into the kitchen. I was still clueless who was at the door for me that early in the morning. Well, at least I guess itâs early, I hadnât checked, to be honest.Â
I let out a surprised huff when I saw Catherine sitting at the table. A warm smile formed on my face and I rushed forwards to give her the big hug she deserved. I love Melâs mom, Sheâs a queen!
As I pulled back, I changed my face to the apologizing frown everyone around me knew too well. âWhat did I miss? Sorry, I forgot!âÂ
But Catherineâs smile only widened as she shook her head. âNo, darling. You didnât forget anything. This is a little surprise visit. I thought about taking you out for breakfast.â
I turned my head to Mel and Nina, who were busy with eggs and pans. âYay, peanuts, put that stuff back into the fridge, weâre going out.â
I took the last sip from my milkshake that had just the perfect disgusting amount of sugar I needed to get through this morning. I had talked about my dysfunctional family for twenty minutes straight, but Catherine didnât look like she minded. Her eyes never left mine, and she gifted me with more of her warm smiles.Â
All three of them answered with a laugh. Catherine put her perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder. âNo, sweetheart. I want to spend some time just with you.â
âOh honey! I canât believe how ignorant they all are.â There was so much empathy in her eyes as she talked to me. âI need you to understand that all this has absolutely nothing to do with you and everything with them. It is not your fault. You are the most precious, compassionate soul. I am so glad that Mel found you. Itâs a gift that I get to have you as part of my family. Thereâs enough love in me for another son, and Iâm happy to share it with you.â
I wasnât embarrassed about the tears that rolled down my cheeks, here in the middle of a coffee shop. Itâs not like I could have held them back anyway.Â
âThank you, Catherine!â My voice was breaking. âThis means a lot to me.â
âYou can call me mom, you know. If you want to, of course.âÂ
You really wanted me to sob my heart out with this one didn't you? đ„ș
First the angsty beginning and I- look. I just want Mikey to have sunshine and rainbows all the time but he needs to TALK TO HIS LOVES đ„Č GDI you silly silly sausage đ€
But they come get him and my heart đ„č they love him so much đ
And then Catherine and Mikey? JUST TAKE MY HEART ALREADY đ„ș
(also the smut was real good, I love that they took good care of Mikey â€ïž) but that doesn't excuse the freaking rollercoaster you took me on đ€đ
"Why are you still on tumblr, it's a dead site"
Tumblr is the ONLY site that still works in the way of -Follow this person, see their posts- instead of -you stopped scrolling and stayed on this post for .2 seconds longer than others, here's 100 more posts like it-
I hate algorithms. Tumblr has its many issues. But at least I keep my choice of what I see.
So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said âdonât follow me if we never even had a conversation beforeâ and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
Iâve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now Iâm wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that itâs totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if weâve never talked before.
Also, Iâm legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like itâs common sense but is that really a thing?
Saw a sharp increase in my follower count after posting this. The legitimacy of it is driving me nuts so I also feel the need to say that you can follow anyone on here regardless of whether youâve interacted with them or not. People like the above mentioned blog are exceptions. Perhaps they themselves think they arenât and therefore will act like they arenât, but they are, trust me.
Just follow anyone you wanna follow. The worst thing that can happen is maybe getting soft-blocked by the other person, but if they do soft-block you, then they were never that worth following in the first place.
You know what? I believe that you can finish your writing project. I believe you can update your fic. I believe you can work on your WIP. I don't care if you think it's cringy or bad. I don't care if we've never met or interacted in our whole lives. I believe in you. Keep going - you've got this.
