Thoughts on a 3rd part to the milk bar series featuring Mitchy and Auston? 👀
Omg you know what, I had not thought but damn, I’m thinking now.
I hope that they have a wild night of passion and they both match each others freak, but Mitchy has been so burned by fuckbois in the past he’s not getting his hopes up. Not even leaving his number cause what’s the point, they never call. Might even sneak out with a little kiss before Auston’s fully woken up.
Auston is obviously beside himself. Who the fuck was that hell cat in the sack cutie pie with the dick sucking lips and perfect tits? He does something a little unethical, goes to his work and looks up the details of the party booking, puts two and two together that Mitch is one of Sidney’s boys.
He’s never been to the Milk Bar before but one of the dudes he bartends with used to work there so he drags him along, gets to cut the queue because the guys on the door knows him.
It’s a quiet night but still rowdy. Always is at a place like that. A lot of the boys approach him because, hello, what a dreamboat. Those arms and thighs and he’s so polite. Just seems happy to be there, great vibes all round.
Then we cut to our Coyote Ugly moment. Lights dimming, hush falling over the room, Willy clocking Auston at one of the tables and gives the signal.
Mitch walks onto the stage wearing a wee slip of a thing, little crop top and thong, sky high heels and legs that just go on and on. He’s working the crowd, on all fours doing his knee walk, sticking his ass into everyone’s face so they stick 20s under the strap.
Auston is gobsmacked. Mitch is even hotter than he remembered. Like Auston was pretty drunk that night but goddamn. This might be the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life. His buddy nudges him, ask if he wants a refill but he’s totally lost in the sauce. No way he’s taking his eyes off Mitch now he’s found him again.
Mitch is slowly making his way across the room and Auston keeps very still. Feels like he’s in a dream or a trance, totally hypnotized by the way Mitch starts to slowly remove his crop, fingertips creeping up his rib cage. He pulls it over his head and that’s when he clocks Auston. Clutching his beer bottle for dear life, harder than an oak tree and about to propose on the spot.
Mitch walks over to him, incredulous smile creeping over his face like ivy.
“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
Auston swallows, puts down his beer. Folds his hands carefully in his laps.
“I hope you never need to stop seeing me again.”
There’s some dry heaving from the corner, the slap of a palm as Brock hits Willy up the side of the head.
Mitch reaches out to finger the gold chain on Auston’s neck. Remembers how the warm metal felt against his tongue when Auston was inside him.
AND THEN THEY FUUUUUUUCK.
If you’re wondering what the hell I’m on about, Auston makes a little appearance in chapter two of why buy the cow (which I swear I will finish eventually!)
