The Only Medicine

I find Vic while he’s looking for me; he’s been with Jaime and Tony again. Apparently they got into the semi-final as well, which I would’ve known if Vic hadn’t screamed in my ear when our name was announced.

“There you are. You didn’t follow me,” he says.

“I didn’t see where you went,” I reply.

“Where’s Mike?”

I try to affix a casual expression on my face. “Oh, you know.” I gesture blindly behind me.

He just stares at me. “What?”

“Oh, uh, I think he went to find Jessica.”

Vic rolls his eyes. “I really hope she’s not coming home with us.”

“Me too,” I agree.

He takes my hand and we weave through the dissolving crowd, looking for Mike. We find him and Jessica standing near the stage. He perks up when he sees us.

“Oh, hey. Are we ready to go?” He avoids my gaze. Vic nods.

Jessica looks up at him. “Shall I meet you at your house?”

“Oh, um … I’m just going to have an early night tonight,” Mike confesses, running a hand through his hair. Jessica just stares at him disbelievingly. “I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Right.” She looks at each of us. “Well, bye.”

Vic and I share a glance as she storms off—she doesn’t even kiss or hug Mike goodbye. I can feel my heart beating in the hollow of my throat.

“You all right?” Vic asks Mike, looking concerned.

“Yeah, I just want a night by myself.” He pauses. “She’s very tiring.”

“Okay, too much information,” Vic says, shaking his head.


We have a beer with Mama and Papa Fuentes when we get home, and then they head off to bed, so we take a couple of beers down into the garage. We’re all still buzzing from the high of getting into the semi-final; Mike keeps drumming things with his hands in excitement. Soon enough it’s just after midnight and Mike makes a show of yawning and looking exhausted.

“I’m going to bed. See you guys tomorrow,” he says, getting up and heading out the room. We hear the shower turn on not long later.

Vic yawns as well; a genuine yawn. “Yeah, let’s go to bed too. I’m knackered.”

We go back to his room and make up the fold out bed, then he heads to the bathroom for a shower once Mike’s finished. I lie back on the bed, the events of the day running through my brain. My phone vibrates in my pocket.

It’s Mike. “don’t go to bed. come see me when vic is asleep”

My heart leaps into my throat. “ok.”

Vic takes forever in the shower, or at least it feels that way. When he comes back into the room, I jump to my feet and head to the bathroom. I spend most of the time in the shower just standing under the spray, trying to figure out what on earth Mike wants me to see him about. I try not to get my hopes up. My hopes? God, I’ve got to get my feelings in check.

I’m pretty sure that I must have been in the shower long enough to drain the tank but, to my dismay, Vic is still awake when I get back to his room.

“Can’t sleep,” Vic explains, smiling at me sleepily. “Still so stoked about how we did.”

“Me too.” I get into his bed and pull up the covers. “I’m gonna turn off the lamp and go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay. Nighty night, Mia.”

“Night, Vicky.”

I flick off the lamp on his bedside table and wait in the dark and turn my phone on silent in case Mike texts again. After what feels like forever, Vic’s breathing slows and he starts snoring softly.

Thank fuck. I quietly slip out of bed and into the hallway, holding the door handle down so the latch doesn’t make a sound as it closes. The hallway is dark, but there’s a light under Mike’s door, which hopefully means he hasn’t fallen asleep. I wait by the door, trying to compose myself, then tap it softly.

Mike opens the door and the sweet smell of marijuana smoke wafts out. He’s wearing a pair of loose grey shorts but nothing else. There’s music playing gently in the background, but I can’t make out what it is—some kind of hip hop.

“Come in,” he says, stepping aside so I can enter.

I walk in and sit down on the edge of his bed. I see he’s left a lit joint on the windowsill; he shuts the door and then picks it up and takes a hit. He offers it to me but I shake my head. He holds the smoke in, then blows it out the open window.

“Um, so what’s up?” I ask, sitting on my hands to stop them shaking.

He takes a deep breath and then looks anywhere except my face. “Uh, I’m not high enough for this yet.”

“High enough for what?”

He simply takes another couple of puffs from the blunt and then sits down next to me on the bed. I just watch him expectantly.

“Okay, so here’s the thing …” He pauses, licking his lip ring, then looks up at the ceiling. “Okay, I really like you.”

I try to ignore the palpitations in my chest and wait for him to continue.

“And, um … I’m sorry I’ve been a dick. About everything.” He finally meets my gaze. “I just … oh, fuck it.” He leans in and kisses me softly.

I kiss back, all the thoughts dropping out of my head. He reaches and cups the back of my head and deepens the kiss, and then we’re entwined on the bed, tongues battling, grabbing at each other’s clothes. My shirt rides up and his bare stomach is warm against mine.

“Mike,” I mumble, pulling away and resting my forehead against his. “We can’t do this.”

He breathes heavily in my ear then raises his head, looking me in the eye. His eyes are bleary with desire.

“I don’t care—I want you,” he rasps. “We just don’t tell Vic.”

“I don’t mean Vic,” I reply. Although, to be fair, I do mean Vic, too. “You’ve got a girlfriend, remember?”

He rolls onto his back. “Ugh.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t care about her,” he insists, propping himself up and running a hand across my hips, causing me to shiver.

“Do you really want to be that guy, though?”

He groans. “You’re killing me, Mia.”

I don’t say anything. He continues stroking across the top of my underwear and my breath hitches in my throat.

“Ugh, fuck it,” I growl. “I’ll be that girl.”

He groans in relief and pulls me on top of him, kissing me passionately. Unsurprisingly, I can feel his cock already hard beneath me. I grope it with one hand and he sucks in his breath through his teeth. I kiss down his chest, taking care to press myself to his cock with each movement. He moans and covers his face with his hands.

“You have to be quiet,” I mumble against his stomach, kissing the subtle trail of hairs leading from the bottom of his navel to the top of his underwear. “Or I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop,” Mike says immediately.

I continue kissing down his abdomen, then look up at him for reassurance. He nods, his hands still spread across his face, peeking between the fingers. I gently tug his underwear down, exposing his erection, then kiss from the base of his shaft up. I look up at him again as I take the whole thing into my mouth.

“Oh my god.” Mike lets out a little gasp.

I slide up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue around the tip. I deep throat him and he reaches for my head with one hand and holds me down.

“Look at me,” he demands.

Ohh, yes. I love being bossed around. I look up at him as best I can, trying not to gag or moan in pleasure, and he lets go, letting me come gasping back up for air. A strand of spit hangs from my bottom lip to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Mia,” he whispers, laying his head back on the pillow.

I pump one hand up and down his cock for a bit while I catch my breath, then take it all in my mouth again.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” he murmurs, running one hand down my cheek. It’s the sweetest way anyone has proposed that to me before.

I look up and nod and he starts slowly pumping his hips against me. I gag a couple of times but manage to compose myself. His breaths start quickening as he gets closer to his climax, and then he stops moving his hips and I take over, bobbing up and down greedily.

“I’m gonna come,” he groans, grabbing for my head again, and then my mouth fills with the salty taste of his seed.

I swallow then sit up, panting. I really hate the taste of semen—it reminds me of egg whites. “Do you have anything to drink?”

“Anything else, you mean?” he chuckles softly, but hands me the glass of water on his nightstand.

I drain it then hand it back. “Thanks.”

He smirks at me. “Does that still make you vegan?”

I scrunch up my nose at him. “You’re gross.”

I lean back against the wall, pressing my flushed cheek against the cool wood. Mike sits up and shimmies his underwear back up his legs, then reaches for me. I kiss his hand but don’t let him pull me to him. I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off.

“Let me guess. Vic—”

“No, that’s not what I was about to say.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “But that too.” He rolls his eyes. “What I was actually going to say is that I’m not going to fuck you until you break up with Jessica.”

“Well, we don’t have to fuck. I can just take care of you,” he says, stroking my leg.

I sigh. “No, we can’t do that.”

“Why?”

I bite my lip. “Because I wouldn’t want to stop there.”

He lets out a breath. “Ugh, fuck, Mia.”

I smile then lean over and kiss him tenderly. “Goodnight, Mike.”

“’Night, Mia,” he says.

He takes my hand and leads me to the door and kisses me again, then gives my ass a quick pinch. I suppress a giggle and creep out into the hallway and back to Vic’s room before I end up staying.

Notes

Fun fact: I hate using the word 'seed' when I'm writing smut.