There's No Such Thing As Too Young

"You know, I'm getting kind of sick of this blindfold." I said quietly, fiddling with my fingers.

I couldn't see anything but darkness due to the material covering my eyes.

I wasn't really in the best frame of mind, due to seeing the grave, and knowing that she should be here.

Mike had let me touch up my make up in his car, sitting quietly and stroking my thighs.

He claimed to have One last suprise, and I was curious to see what it was.

"We're nearly there, Baby." He replied, taking my hand in his own and lacing our fingers together.

I lifted our hands to my mouth, kissing Mike's hand softly to say thank you.

The car finally stopped, and I heard Mike get out.

He opened the door on my side, and helped me up, keeping our hands together as he lead me somewhere.

"Watch, there's a step." Mike warned, nudging me so I'd step onto it without injuring myself.

The steps felt all too familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I heard a door open, and Mike lead me inside, shutting it behind us.

We walked a few more steps.

"Michael, where are-"

"Suprise!" I jumped out of my skin, and Mike removed the blindfold.

I stepped back to him in shock.

The rest of the band, the crew and Fiona were all gathered in the Fuentes living room, wearing party hats.

The room was decorated in neon banners and balloons, with food, alcohol and presents on the coffee table.

"Happy birthday, babygirl." Mike said in my ear, wrapping his arms around me.

Everybody knew about our relationships now, as it wasn't fair to keep it from them.

Only the fans, Mike's parents, Tony's Mom and Fiona's parents were oblivious.

I covered my face in embarrassment at the attention that was on me.

"Don't be shy, birthday girl!" Tony exclaimed, pulling me away from Mike and hugging me tightly.

I laughed and returned the embrace, soon getting passed to the other members.

I was abit uncomfortable with so many people touching me, but I brushed it off and put a smile on my face.

A true smile.

"Who planned this?" I laughed, turning in a circle and observing everything.

"Mike did! He had a little help from us though!" Fiona said, hugging me briefly and returning to her lover.

"Baby." I said, reaching out for him, he held his hands up and laced them with mine, pulling me in for a deep kiss.

I swear I saw a camera flash, but I ignored it.

"You know, I lied when I said I had One last suprise." Mike said, wrapping our entwined hands behind my back.

"Oh yeah?" I asked against his lips, ignoring the cat calls from around us.

"Yeah, Tony!" He called, pulling away from me and spinning me around.

Tony walked into the room with something in his arms.

I hadn't even realised he left.

He got closer to us, and the thing in his arms became more obvious.

A tiny kitten was nestled against him.

He handed it to me.

"Oh my god." I muttered, taking it from him and bringing it to eye level.

The tabby kitten meowed, brushed its nose against my face.

"Oh, Mikey." I sighed, holding the kitten close to me.

"Do you like her?" He asked, stroking her with One finger.

"Yes." I nodded, nuzzling his neck.

"I thought she'd keep you company while I'm on tour, what are you gonna name her?"

"Dimi." I told him, looking at the baby animal.

Mike nodded and grinned.

He put both arms around me, still stroking the purring kitten.

"Alright guys! Let's break up this love fest and party!" Jaime yelled, causing cheers to erupt throughout the room and some music to start playing.

"Thank you." I said in Mike's ear, kissing under it.

He shivered.

"Anything for you, princess." He said.

I had the best boyfriend in the world.

*Mike's POV*

The party was in full swing, and most people, including Millie were rather tipsy.

Dimi was getting loads of attention, and loving every second of it.

Millie was currently perched on my lap as I smoked a cigarette, resting her forehead against the side of my neck.

She was really tired.

I butted out my cigarette, tilting Millie's chin so she'd have to look up at me.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked, and she nodded.

She hopped off my lap, and I took her hand, leading her past everyone and up the stairs.

Nobody payed attention to our departure, they were too drunk and high to care.

I got us into my bedroom, and locked the door.

Millie tiredly pulled her vans off, crawling onto my bed and laying on her stomach.

I couldn't help but look at her bum in her shorts, my mouth practically watered at the sight.

They'd ridden up abit, and looked like booty shorts.

I pulled off my shoes and hat, climbing ontop of her and straddling the backs of her legs.

She didn't protest.

I started slipping my hands up her thighs, touching the bottoms of her shorts.

She giggled as it tickled, and I leant down to push her hair off her neck, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"Mike." The way my name rolled off her tongue made shivers go down my spine.

I turned my attention back to her bum, slipping my fingers into the shorts, just touching each of her bum cheeks.

"What are you doing?" She giggled, trying to push my hands away.

"Are you wearing underwear?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, not feeling any material under my fingers.

"Yeah!" She snapped, swatting my hands as my fingers digged into the flesh.

"Are you wearing a thong?" I gasped, finally realizing.

"Yeah, wanna see?" She asked seductively, her tone rather sarcastic.

I chose to ignore this in my high and tipsy state.

"Fuck yes!" I shouted, pulling my hands from her shorts and turning us over.

I was still ontop of her, but between her legs instead.

Millie rolled her eyes, grabbing onto the back of my neck and pulling me down.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and our bodies collided with eachothers.

My hands slipped up her jumper, and I felt her tense, but I quickly passed over her stomach to her boobs.

I cupped them over her bra, impressed by the size of them.

She moaned into my mouth, and my pants became tight.

Her curious fingers grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up over my head.

I threw it to the side, attaching my lips back to Millie's.

I grabbed the bottom of her jumping, sliding it up.

Millie let out a noise of disatisfaction.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling back breathlessly.

Millie shook her head.

"Do you want me to stop?" I questioned.

She shook her head again.

"Do you want to keep your jumper on?" I asked her, realizing as her fingers touched mine, pushing her jumper back down.

"Yes." She said quietly, looking away embarrassed.

I hated that she was so self concious of her body.m

She had such a nice figure.

I often thought about running my hands along her curves...

"Whatever makes you comfortable, Baby." I muttered, connecting our mouths again.

My hands drifted to her shorts, popping open the button and unzipping them.

Millie lifted her hips so I could pull them down her luscious legs.

I chucked them somewhere too.

I salvated at the sight of a black, lace thong.

She seemed too innocent to wear something like that.

I was excited.

My sweet angel wrapped her legs around my waist, bucking her hips against my clothed erection.

It was my turn to moan now.

I reluctantly pulled away.

I grabbed the sides of her black thong, looking down at her for permission.

She nodded briefly, and I wasted no time in pulling them off and discarding them.

"Sit up abit, Babe." I told her, kneeling on the bed.

"Okay."

Millie scooted up the bed so she was half propped up against the headboard, keeping her legs securely together.

I shook my head and kneeled lower.

I pulled her legs apart, revealing what I wanted.

"Mike! What are you doing?" She gasped, trying to close her legs.

I held her legs firmly apart, my head level at her knees.

"I'm going to make you feel beautiful." I stated, pressing kisses from her knees, to the insides of her thighs.

Millie squirmed.

I kissed the scars on the tops of her thighs, showing her some affection.

She settled slightly.

Next, I hooked my arms under her thighs, pulling her warmth close to my face.

Millie grabbed my face, touching my cheek.

I looked up in question.

"Nobody has, uh, ever done that to me before." She stuttered out, blushing profously.

"Just relax, Baby. It's going to feel good, I promise." I told her, and she nodded, relaxing back into the pillows.

I focused again.

Millie was shaved and waxed, her skin was smooth.

I reached my fingers out to brush them lightly over her folds, letting her get used to the feeling of being touched.

My mouth moved closer to her, and I brought my tongue out to gently press on her clitoris.

She jumped and hummed.

I grinned.

I spread her folds with my fingers, my tongue dancing up and down.

Millie's hands wandered to my hair, tangling her fingers in the strands.

I started to nibble on her clit, circling her entrance with One finger.

She bucked her hips to my face, making my mouth meet her most sensitive area in a deep kiss.

"Oh, Mike." She said softly, my name elegantly rolling off her sweet tongue.

I slowly pushed a finger into her tight warmth, and she clenched around it.

I continued to suck and tease her clit as I pumped the finger in and out.

Once she'd loosened up abit, I added another finger.

I glanced up at Millie, to see she had closed her eyes and was still gripping onto my hair.

I curled my fingers and a moan escaped her pouty lips.

"Do you like that?" I asked against her skin, nipping at her hipbones as I moved my fingers.

"Yes." She replied, tugging on my hair, encouraging me to keep going.

So, I did.

"Mike!" She let out a throaty groan as she came over my fingers, and in my mouth.

She tasted sweet.

I climbed ontop of her with a huge grin on my face.

Millie looked at me with blushed cheeks.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked, pecking her lips.

"Oh yeah." She nodded.

I helped her find her underwear, slipping them on as we prepared for bed.

"Where are the others going to sleep? I mean, we didn't even tell them we were coming to bed, and what about Dimi?" Millie asked, climbing under the covers.

"Tony and Fiona were staying in the guest room, and Dimi will probably sleep with Vic." I chuckled, stripping down to my boxers.

I clambered into bed with Millie, turning her around so I could spoon her to sleep.

"Thank you for the amazing birthday." She said quietly, threading her fingers through my hand that lay on her waist.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"You didn't have to do anything."

"I'd do anything for you, Princess." I defended, kissing the nape of her neck.

"I don't want you to leave." Her voice was hushed, and it almost cracked.

My heart ached at the thought of leaving her.

"I don't want to leave you either, sweetheart. The tour isn't that long, and we should be back just before my birthday." I told her, hugging her closer to me and resting my cheek against hers.

"I like you, Mikey."

"I like you too, Millie."

Notes

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