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Anyways! More under the cut :3
I am 20 ~ They/he pronouns please!
I'm fine with any gendered terms and petnames, but do keep in mind I'm nonbinary. Thank you <3
YESSS ... lizzie teasing her big brother for being so wet, calling him gross for being so turned on by her
but also considering ... michael pinning her down to try and get revenge but he gets sooo overwhelmed because its just so good !! gets distracted fucking her with his tdick
Michael was only fourteen. He would go to work with his Father, be ignored, terrorize his brother-
The usual.
William got busy, he summoned Michael to the office just so he could go fetch Henry. Bring him some photocopied form to study and sign off on.
Michael loved to be useful. It was a rare moment of attention, a rare moment where his Father needed him.
Henry was just coming out of the restroom when Michael caught him. He thrusts the papers forward.
"Father needed you to see these," he scrambles out. The braces in his mouth make things just a bit awkward, but Henry smiles.
Smiles.
"Thank you, Michael. You're always so responsible."
Henry ruffles his hair, walks away from the teenager. Like he should.
-
Michael looks for excuses. He starts gravitating towards Henry- especially after...
Well. He knows Henry is hurting.
The way the older man looks at him, the way those eyes almost spark with life again as he gathers the young boy close. Under his arm.
Michael can tell that he hasn't showered. He still leans close, pressing into his side like he could fuse into him. He wouldn't go anywhere, he wouldn't die like-
He looks up at him.
"I don't like you being sad," he says, finally, "I miss it when you smiled."
"I miss smiling too, Mikey," Henry tries to joke- but it falls flat. Especially as Michael shifts into his lap.
He cups the boy's cheek, rubbing a calloused thumb over the soft swell.
"You're very mature for your age, Michael."
"Father tells me that often," he leans into it. It's like he's never known a kind touch.
"Your father doesn't know, does he?"
Henry knows he shouldn't be doing this. He knows that he shouldn't bring him closer.
They're alone in the office when their lips connect.
It's almost laughable how Michael doesn't know how to kiss. Henry tightens his grip.
"You don't know how to kiss," he mumbles against the chapped lips, "Your father never taught you, but I will."
Henry lifts Michael, depositing him on the desk. He goes in for another kiss, his big hands easily traveling down the boy's body.
Before Henry can pop the button of Michael's jeans, the door opens. He pulls back before anyone can see, pretending to be examining a scrape that wasn't on Michael's knee.
"Michael, get off of the desk," William's cold voice cuts through the air, "We're going home. Elizabeth has fallen ill."
Michael casts a longing look to Henry as he leaves the office, still flustered.
Henry puts his head into his hands when the door shuts. He's going to hell, but at least he can enjoy the ride on the way down.
The words haunt him, as he lays in the cold bed. Staring up at the paneled ceiling.
"How could you do this to your own Father?"
Of course that was all he cared about. He rolls on to his side, extending one hand. Flexing it, letting it fall. He tried taking one thing that his Father could not yet replace.
His own life.
It was a stupid attempt. The bloodied gauze wrapped around his wrists tell the story. Why he thought that would work- why he thought that his Father would have let it happen-
He turns his head away.
He's supposed to get a roommate today. That's exciting, isn't it?
The woman comes in late at night. There's a tremble in her hands as she sits on the bed. As she tries to tie her hair back without anything to do it with.
"That's pretty," Michael mutters, staring at her from his spot on his bed. She flinches, so Michael continues.
"Your hair. I- uh, I like the color of your hair. It's a really nice blonde."
"Thank you," she says after a moment's hesitation, "I grew it myself."
Neither of them laugh at the joke. Michael watches her hands shake, watches as she drums her fingers against her knees.
"What got you in here?" She tries to ask, but Michael sighs as he sits up.
"I don't have to tell you," he comes off aggressively. He doesn't mean to, but the words are snappy. She just looks away.
Over the next two days, Michael finds out her name is Vanessa. That she had some nasty run in with her own Father. That her way out was supposed to be pills-
According to her, they were just sleeping pills. Michael doesn't believe that.
They sit together in the room. Michael's back is against the bed, Vanessa thumbs over a frayed edge of her sleeve.
"Do you think you'll ever be fixed?" She says, trying to relieve the silence.
"No," Michael responds, bringing his knees to his chest, "I don't think I want to be fixed, though."
"Hah, you sound like an emo kid," she looks at him. Her eyes soften just a touch.
"I hope you get better, Michael."
"... Yeah, that's nice, Vanessa."
Michael never knows how she watches him. Any eyes on him, he brushes off. It's surely just the paranoia. Surely just medication messing with him.
He's startled awake, one night, by the mattress dipping by his side.
Vanessa hovers over him, a distant look in her eyes. Michael goes to scream, but she cuts him off by wrapping a hand around his throat.
She's going to kill him. She doesn't seem all there as she squeezes, as she watches his face start to turn a nice, rosy color.
She lets go, only to lean down and kiss him. Aggressive, nipping at his lip before clashing their teeth together.
"Michael," she whispers against his lips, "You want it too, don't you?"
No, no, he wants to cry. He can't bring himself to, his hands tremble as he brings them up. He tries shoving her, but Vanessa's moving faster. His hands are pinned up.
It's almost like his Father, though her hand is softer.
"You don't see how fate brought us together, Michael?"
Henry and Afton sharing a bed and Henry accidentally rolls his fat ass onto Afton and he gets so terribly hard he has to jerk himself off before he can get back to sleep
William secretly beating his meat while sniffing on his son's underwear
he knows he should feel guilty. or gross. something, but he can't help but get off to his son's scent.. oh anon I love him being a gross pervert without shame