I Am Not Alright, and I Would Rather
Liquid Confidence
~*3rd Person POV*~
After Mike had danced with his mother, the music pace of the music had quickened and the party truly started. Drinks were served, both Vic and Jaime were connoisseurs of all types of alcohol, so their wedding was open bar.
Mike decided that even though he didn't feel much like dancing tonight, he wanted to get drunk. Very drunk. He somehow ended up with a full bottle of whisky all to himself. Every sip burnt his throat, but he drank it anyways. For some reason, he felt like there was something inside of him that he need to kill. So he tried his hardest to kill it with the strongest whisky he could find.
At the other end of the dance floor, Tony was doing something similar. He was taking shot after shot of tequila, not bothering to count how many, not bothering to stop when the bartender voiced his opinions on how "He had had enough."
For you see, Tony also felt the sudden urge to kill something inside of him. We was upset with himself for what happened in the hotel room with Mike. He had always dreamed of seeing him again and how he'd go about their reunion, but things didn't go the way he had planned. Tony had never really gotten over Mike, not at all actually. Even though he had been through absolute hell with his depression because of Mike, he loved him nonetheless.
After his first couple of shots, Tony found himself actually believing that if he drank himself into an oblivion and completely forgot about his reunion with Mike, he could redo it like the first time never happened. But his subconscious knew that wouldn't happen, so to shut it up, he kept drinking.
After a couple of hours, both boys were completely hammered. Tony found himself wandering aimlessly, or so he thought. For, as soon as he found what he was subconsciously looking for, he knew it. He stammered over and put his hand on his goals shoulder, and turned him around.
Mike found himself staring into Tony's eyes. And before he could react, Tony leaned in and placed a drunken, needy kiss on Mike's lips. The familiarity of Tony's lips was enough to shock Mike into instant sobriety. But it didn't last for more than just a moment, before Mike was moving his lips hungrily against Tony's.
They stood there, exploring each other's mouths, letting their hands wander, for a good 10 minutes before Tony pulled away, gasping for breath. His hands didn't leave Mike's back though, and Mike's didn't leave Tony's neck. They stood their for a moment, drunkenly enticed with each other, before Tony started pulling back.
He grabbed Mike's hand and led him out of the party room and towards the elevators. Jaime had paid for his groomsmen to stay at the hotel the wedding was being held, so they didn't have to worry about finding a ride home. Mike knew this, and even in his drunken state, he knew where Tony was taking him. He knew what Tony wanted, but he didn't care. A part of him wanted it too.
As soon as Mike closed the door leading to Tony's hotel room, he found himself pinned onto the wall by the shorter man, his lips hungrily nipping at Mike's neck. Mike let out a moan of pleasure, which only seemed to fuel Tony's already present boner. After a few minutes of this activity, Mike was so turned on he couldn't stand it anymore.
He pushed Tony off of him and onto the bed, assaulting the buttons of his dress shirt. In his drunken state, it took Mike much longer than it should of to get Tony's shirt off. But once it was finally discarded, Mike planted his lips firmly on Tony's tattooed chest, biting it as hard as he could. Tony let out a deep moan as he started to strip Mike of his pants.
After fifteen minutes or so of events similar to this, both boys were only in their boxers and Mike was still on top. He palmed Tony through his boxers, earning yet another moan, before pulling them down and off.
Mike smirked at the sight of Tony's completely erect length. He bent over and licked the inside of his thigh, his tongue coming very close to Tony's base.
"Mi- Mike!" Tony whimpered, "Please!"
Mike smirked again before running his tongue down Tony's length, earning the so far loudest moan of the night. When he reached the tip, he hesitated only for a moment before taking as much of Tony in his mouth as he could. Tony let out a porn star worthy moan as Mike started to suck and bob his head.
"Mike! Fuck!" Tony moaned, as Mike continued, "So close!"
Mike instantly released Tony from his mouth, "Not yet babe," he mocked before kissing Tony's lips again.
As if they were communicating through telepathy, Tony knew what Mike meant. He dug his hands into Mike's back and flipped them, simultaneously ripping off his boxers. Not bothering with lube, he stuck two fingers into Mike's entrance and began to scissor him.
Mike moaned because of both pain and pleasure. Tony smirked before adding another finger, exploring the inside of Mike. It didn't take long for Tony to find Mike's prostate, causing Mike to moan even louder than before.
"Do it again Tone!" he screamed as Tony removed his fingers.
Mike whimpered, suddenly feeling empty. But it didn't last long, Tony soon lined himself with Mike's entrance and thrust in, hitting Mike's prostate dead on, earning a porn star moan. Tony continued doing this, thrusting harder each time. At the same time, he jerked Mike off.
Needless to say it didn't take long for both of them to reach their peaks. Tony lost it first, screaming Mike's name along with a long list of profanities while cuming inside of Mike. The feeling of Tony going limp inside of Mike before pulling out was enough to push Mike over the edge.
"Fuck Tony fuck!" Mike screamed as he came all over his stomach and Tony's hand.
"You're brilliant," Tony whispered seductively in Mike's ear before gently nipping his earlobe.
Tony then curled up into Mike's side and fell asleep. Leaving Mike by himself with his thoughts, sex like that was certainly enough to sober him up to realize what he had just done.
After Mike had danced with his mother, the music pace of the music had quickened and the party truly started. Drinks were served, both Vic and Jaime were connoisseurs of all types of alcohol, so their wedding was open bar.
Mike decided that even though he didn't feel much like dancing tonight, he wanted to get drunk. Very drunk. He somehow ended up with a full bottle of whisky all to himself. Every sip burnt his throat, but he drank it anyways. For some reason, he felt like there was something inside of him that he need to kill. So he tried his hardest to kill it with the strongest whisky he could find.
At the other end of the dance floor, Tony was doing something similar. He was taking shot after shot of tequila, not bothering to count how many, not bothering to stop when the bartender voiced his opinions on how "He had had enough."
For you see, Tony also felt the sudden urge to kill something inside of him. We was upset with himself for what happened in the hotel room with Mike. He had always dreamed of seeing him again and how he'd go about their reunion, but things didn't go the way he had planned. Tony had never really gotten over Mike, not at all actually. Even though he had been through absolute hell with his depression because of Mike, he loved him nonetheless.
After his first couple of shots, Tony found himself actually believing that if he drank himself into an oblivion and completely forgot about his reunion with Mike, he could redo it like the first time never happened. But his subconscious knew that wouldn't happen, so to shut it up, he kept drinking.
After a couple of hours, both boys were completely hammered. Tony found himself wandering aimlessly, or so he thought. For, as soon as he found what he was subconsciously looking for, he knew it. He stammered over and put his hand on his goals shoulder, and turned him around.
Mike found himself staring into Tony's eyes. And before he could react, Tony leaned in and placed a drunken, needy kiss on Mike's lips. The familiarity of Tony's lips was enough to shock Mike into instant sobriety. But it didn't last for more than just a moment, before Mike was moving his lips hungrily against Tony's.
They stood there, exploring each other's mouths, letting their hands wander, for a good 10 minutes before Tony pulled away, gasping for breath. His hands didn't leave Mike's back though, and Mike's didn't leave Tony's neck. They stood their for a moment, drunkenly enticed with each other, before Tony started pulling back.
He grabbed Mike's hand and led him out of the party room and towards the elevators. Jaime had paid for his groomsmen to stay at the hotel the wedding was being held, so they didn't have to worry about finding a ride home. Mike knew this, and even in his drunken state, he knew where Tony was taking him. He knew what Tony wanted, but he didn't care. A part of him wanted it too.
As soon as Mike closed the door leading to Tony's hotel room, he found himself pinned onto the wall by the shorter man, his lips hungrily nipping at Mike's neck. Mike let out a moan of pleasure, which only seemed to fuel Tony's already present boner. After a few minutes of this activity, Mike was so turned on he couldn't stand it anymore.
He pushed Tony off of him and onto the bed, assaulting the buttons of his dress shirt. In his drunken state, it took Mike much longer than it should of to get Tony's shirt off. But once it was finally discarded, Mike planted his lips firmly on Tony's tattooed chest, biting it as hard as he could. Tony let out a deep moan as he started to strip Mike of his pants.
After fifteen minutes or so of events similar to this, both boys were only in their boxers and Mike was still on top. He palmed Tony through his boxers, earning yet another moan, before pulling them down and off.
Mike smirked at the sight of Tony's completely erect length. He bent over and licked the inside of his thigh, his tongue coming very close to Tony's base.
"Mi- Mike!" Tony whimpered, "Please!"
Mike smirked again before running his tongue down Tony's length, earning the so far loudest moan of the night. When he reached the tip, he hesitated only for a moment before taking as much of Tony in his mouth as he could. Tony let out a porn star worthy moan as Mike started to suck and bob his head.
"Mike! Fuck!" Tony moaned, as Mike continued, "So close!"
Mike instantly released Tony from his mouth, "Not yet babe," he mocked before kissing Tony's lips again.
As if they were communicating through telepathy, Tony knew what Mike meant. He dug his hands into Mike's back and flipped them, simultaneously ripping off his boxers. Not bothering with lube, he stuck two fingers into Mike's entrance and began to scissor him.
Mike moaned because of both pain and pleasure. Tony smirked before adding another finger, exploring the inside of Mike. It didn't take long for Tony to find Mike's prostate, causing Mike to moan even louder than before.
"Do it again Tone!" he screamed as Tony removed his fingers.
Mike whimpered, suddenly feeling empty. But it didn't last long, Tony soon lined himself with Mike's entrance and thrust in, hitting Mike's prostate dead on, earning a porn star moan. Tony continued doing this, thrusting harder each time. At the same time, he jerked Mike off.
Needless to say it didn't take long for both of them to reach their peaks. Tony lost it first, screaming Mike's name along with a long list of profanities while cuming inside of Mike. The feeling of Tony going limp inside of Mike before pulling out was enough to push Mike over the edge.
"Fuck Tony fuck!" Mike screamed as he came all over his stomach and Tony's hand.
"You're brilliant," Tony whispered seductively in Mike's ear before gently nipping his earlobe.
Tony then curled up into Mike's side and fell asleep. Leaving Mike by himself with his thoughts, sex like that was certainly enough to sober him up to realize what he had just done.
Notes
So, I decided to try something different with the POV for this chapter because I wanted both sets of thoughts, but I didn't want to write a Tony POV yet...This is the most detailed smut I ever have and probably ever will write. O/////O
I've had the most stressful day ever, you have no idea. I'd tell you about it more, but if this gets out my physical safety could be in jeopardy so sorrynotsorry...
Title Cred: You Me At 6
I fucking loved this story you are a natural talent!!!! :)
2/18/14