What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces? (Discontinued)

After dinner I remained seated awkwardly at the table, which earned a questioning glance from Mike. I Glared at him and he soon got the message so he stood and I got up behind him, to hide my pretty evident boner. Awkwardly shuffling up the stairs behind Mike, who was laughing his ass off at my 'unfortunate situation' Fucking prick.

Finally, after what seemed like many millenniums, we made it into Mike's room, and he flopped down onto the bed.

"You're an ass, you know that, right?" I tried to be serious, but the grin on my face probably gave it away.

"I'm very aware, thank you, Tone." He smirked cockily, sitting up lazily on his bed, back against the wall.

Slowly I slid onto the bed aswell and sat with my back against the wall, parallel to Mike. Slowly I intertwined my fingers with his free hand as he grinned gingerly. "So.. You said you were gonna help me with this?" I wiggled my eyebrows, unsure of where the sudden boost of confidence came from.

Mike's grin grew wider and I was unsure of how his cheeks hadn't split in half.

"Shut the door?" He sent me glance, one look from those puppy dog eyes and I was practically mush.

Silently I stalked across the room and shut the door slowly, hoping to silence the click of the door shutting. I spun around and Mike was right behind me, almost like Deja Vu. He grinned at me, taking yet another step forward and gently pushed me against the now closed door.

I leaned forward and pushed my lips against his eagerly. I felt his arms snake around my waist and in turn wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing him forward lightly. He dragged me towards the bed and slowly pushed me down, but remained standing, his form casting a shadow on the duvet next to me.

I grinned and pulled him down by hem of the shirt so he was now straddling me. Mike began to play with the hem of my shirt and lifted it to halfway up my stomach, I retracted my arms from around his neck and pulled the grey shirt over my head, throwing it onto the floor. Mike grinned and took his shirt of aswell, adding it to the forming pile. If I didn't already have a boner, let me tell you, I'd have popped one there and then, 'cause even after seeing Mike shirtless a few thousand times, it still turned me on an unbelievable amount.

Mike began to place butterfly kisses along my jaw, before moving onto my neck, I let out a low moan as he found my 'sweet spot' and began sucking and nipping, occasionally biting, I'm sure it would leave a mark. I threaded my hands into his hair and tugged gently, causing him to grunt a little and I felt him smirk against the raw skin on my neck, his hands caressing my hip bones.

Without warning I moved my hands down his toned chest and stopped at the buckle of his belt, where I felt his breathing hitch slightly and I began to unbuckle it. Mike soon regained his composure and continued nibbling on my neck and earlobe, letting his hands roam.

Finally being able to get the complicated belt undone, I began to tug at the waistband of the dyed denim and he soon got the message, helping me take his jeans off. I mustered up the strength and flipped us over, well, more like rolled us over, so I was straddling Mike's waist. Leaning down, I began to place small open kisses down his chest and stopped at the waistband of his boxers, when I felt him tense.

"Not that easy, Turtle." He muttered quietly, his hands wandering to the waistband of my pants, and like magic, they were gone, I heard them hit the floor to the left.

Left in just boxers, I decided to tease Mike a little and grind down onto him. He blew out a long breath and squirmed a little. Without warning Mike flipped us back over and grinned down at me goofily, playing with the waistband of my boxers, sliding them down ever so slowly. I gasped as the cool air hit my dick and squirmed like Mike had just a moment ago. Mike cautiously wrapped his hand around me and stroked slowly whilst I let out a quiet moan, my head falling backwards into the pillow.

Mike began to stroke me a little faster and rubbed his thumb over my tip and I let our a loud moan,
"F-fuck Mike." I gasped, gripping onto his bicep, panting slightly.

Suddenly Mike took me into his mouth and warmth surrounded my cock. I had to hold back from screaming, instead I let out a few high pitched yelps.
"M-Mike!" My hands found their way to his hair and he began bobbing his head subtly, and I subconsciously thrust my hips upwards, making Mike gag, "S-Shit!" I arched my back, feeling a relatively unfamiliar feeling grow in my stomach.

I almost lost it when Mike swirled his tongue around the tip of my cock, I bit back a loud moan and tugged on Mike's now slightly tangled hair, Making him gasp, sending vibrations up my dick and I brought one of my trembling hands to my mouth hoping to somewhat muffle the almost-scream that I let out.

And then he began to deep-throat me, and that's when I lost it, "Mike I-I'm G-Gonn-" Was all I managed to squeak out as I came, my eyes falling shut in ecstasy as I let out a guttural moan, my back arching.

"F-fuck T-Tone." Mike pulled off my cock and sat up, panting, with a speck of cum still on his chin. I smiled shyly up at him, leaning up to wipe the remaining cum from his chin and wiped it onto the rumpled duvet to my right, still panting loudly.

"I love you, Mikey." I blushed, taking his hand into mine, caressing it lightly. "I love you too, Tony." He grinned. It was only then I noticed his protruding boner, "Want me to help you there?"

It was his turn to blush. "N-No," He cleared his throat, "I-I'm gonna take a shower." I pouted up at him, as he was now standing and felt a little hurt. Only a tad.

"O-Okay." Noticing my sudden change of expression, Mike smiled softly and leaned down a little, planting his lips onto mine, "I might get too loud." He smirked once he had pulled away, before going over to his dresser, and pulling out a drawer, before pulling out some clean boxers, I hope, and threw them across to me, and then pulled out a pair for himself and a clean shirt.

"I'll be back soon." He smiled, opening the door and sliding out through the crack before shutting it again.

I quickly pulled the boxers on and easily identified my grey Key Street t-shirt on the floor, I picked it up, sighing, and threw it on to cover up my chest, ('Cause what else do you do with a shirt?..) I also picked up my pants from the floor and removed the phone from my pocket, laying it on the bedside table thing, then promptly threw them back on the floor, hearing the thunk of the belt hit the floor.
Tapping the phone screen, it told me (Not literally, that would be fucking insane.) That it was 9:03pm.

Time Flies When You're Having Fun.

Notes

My first time writing smut cx Hope it's okay cx
ACCORDING TO MY DAD, I LOOK LIKE MARILYN MANSON WHEN I HAVE EYELINER ON. Is that a good thing or..?
GUYSGUYSGUYSGUYS! I GET TO SEE BLACK VEIL BRIDES IN 3 DAYS! GUYSGUYSGUYS! And Asking Alexandria in 14, just sayin'.. c;
Song cx
Oh! And I know I'm a little late, (Yeah, like a month), But Scotland DID NOT go independent, which really pissed my best friend off. There was so many riots in Glasgow and a FUCKING CAR WAS LIT ON FIRE JUST DOWN FROM MY FUCKING HOUSE. crazy bastards.

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