Sam's Town

Mike had been home for about three weeks now, and I was more than ecstatic about him being back. He had spent nearly every moment back home, in my bed at my apartment. I would leave for work, he’d be naked in bed. I’d get home from work, he’d be naked in bed. Needless to say - Mike had spent these past three weeks naked as well. But there was nothing really new about that… He was always naked when it was just us.

“Dinner is almost ready!” Mike called out from the kitchen over the sound of football on the television in my living room.

“I’ll be in there in five minutes!” I yelled loud enough for him to hear while going over my report one last time. It had to be in by six, and luckily I was able to snag the entire day off of work because of it.

I finished reading it, saved it, submitted it to my boss and then closed my Macbook. I held my arms up over my head and stretched them, cracking both my elbows and wrists at the same time. I put my computer on my nightstand and then got out of bed, stretching once again and cracking my toes. I grabbed Mike’s hoodie off of my vanity chair and pulled it on, then walked out towards the kitchen.

The smell of chili filled my nostrils as I entered the kitchen. I walked up behind Mike and placed a kiss on his bare shoulder, “Smells good.”

“Go sit and I’ll give you a bowl,” he shooed me away from the stove. I took a seat at my island and he placed a bowl full of chili in front of me. “What do you want to drink?”

“A beer… or something stronger… That report killed me,” I groaned while blowing on my spoon to cool down the food.

“At least you finished it,” he smiled and grabbed two glasses out from my cabinet. Then grabbed the bottle of captain and the bottle of coke out of the refrigerator and poured us both mixed drinks. He came back and sat my glass in front of me, and then got his own bowl of food.

“This is soooo good, Mikey,” I moaned after swallowing my first spoonful of the chili. It was the same recipe that his mom always used when we were younger. Vic never made it correctly, but Mike’s was bangin’.

He smiled and gulped down half his drink, “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. It’s not as good as Ma’s, but I try.”

“It’s delicious,” I smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for cooking all day. Good to know you slaved over the stove as I slaved over my computer.”

“Yeah for once I didn’t sit on my ass,” Mike laughed. “Are you proud of me?”

“So proud of you,” I laughed and got up, rinsing my bowl off and putting it in the dishwasher. “Give me your bowl if you’re finished.” Mike handed me his bowl and I did the same to his. “You’re putting the food away. I’ll meet you on the couch,” I pecked his lips and grabbed my glass, walking back towards the living room.

I sat down on the couch and wrapped my bare legs up with the leopard throw that usually sat on the back of it, and then brought my glass up to my lips, letting the alcoholic substance glide down my throat. I grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels, waiting for Mike to come join me.

He sat down and draped his arm over my shoulders, resting his head against mine. “Turn on a movie,” he practically purred into my ear. “Something scary.”

“We always watch scary movies,” I groaned. He loved them, and don’t get me wrong, so did I… but sometimes it is nice to watch something different.

“Devil movie please,” he snickered and snatched the remote out of my hand, scrolling through the movies on demand. “You can cuddle if you get scared.”

I shoved him off me, “I’m not going to get scared you dickhole.” I shook my head and walked into the kitchen, putting my glass on the counter and grabbing him a beer and myself a water bottle out of the fridge. I turned the lights off in the living room and sat back down with him on the couch.

I got comfortable and snuggled up to him, and then handed him his beer. I looked at the screen to see that he had put on The Exorcist… fucking great… the only movie I hated. “I picked this because I know how much you love it,” Mike chuckled from behind me.

“I hope you’re ready to sleep with the lights on,” I laughed and relaxed into his chest, letting his chin rest on the top of my head.



By the end of the movie, I was freaked out. Mike had somehow managed to keep me awake… probably because he kept scaring me every chance he got. I didn’t even want to pee with the door open I was so freaked out by that movie.

I heard a camera noise and I looked up, seeing Mike standing in the doorway of the bathroom with his phone in his hands. “Stop you fucktard,” I grumbled and flipped him off as he took another picture.
“Instagramming this shit,” he laughed and walked out, closing the door so that I could finish on my own.

I walked out and turned the light off, just to find all of the other lights in my apartment off. It was literally pitch black. That fucker knew I didn’t have my phone on me either, so I was stuck in the dark. He was going to scare me. I knew he was. All that was going through my mind was to find a light switch and get to my bedroom. I held my hands out in front of me as I tried to calm my breathing, seeing as it was getting really heavy due to the fact that I was totally scared shitless. I walked into my bedroom, noticing the wood floor change to carpet. I felt safe… now all I had to do was find my light switch….

Something brushed against my leg and I fell to the floor, screaming. I felt a warm liquid go down my legs as my eyes started filling with tears. I was going to fucking kill Mike. I heard footsteps coming from the living room, and started to cry my eyes out. Whatever touched me was NOT Mike.

The lights flipped on in my bedroom and I heard Mike freaking out, “What the fuck happened…”

I opened my eyes to see him standing in the doorway, “Something fucking touched me!” I screamed out, “And it wasn’t you! You weren’t in here!”

“You seriously pissed your pants?” Mike laughed. I looked down and I’m sure my face turned beet-red. “You just went to the bathroom!”

“SOMETHING FUCKING TOUCHED ME!” I screamed, pulling my knees up to my chest.

“Would it be that little culprit on your bed?” Mike laughed and pointed towards my bed, Diablo sitting on top of it curled up in a ball. I groaned and Mike held his hand out to me, “Get up. Go change your pants… I’ll go grab carpet cleaner.”

I pulled on a new pair of underwear and wiped my legs off with a wet paper towel. Mike threw the carpet cleaner and paper towels at me, and I cleaned up the spot of my own urine off the floor… completely embarrassed that just happened. I placed the can on my vanity and grabbed Diablo, putting him in his dog bed. I closed my bedroom door and turned the light off, pulling Mike’s hoodie off my body and making my way to my bed.

“What happened to sleeping with the lights on?” Mike asked as I crawled into bed in the darkness. I climbed on top of Mike and pressed my bare chest against his, inhaling his scent. I never got tired of the smell of Marlboro’s and his cologne. “I love you, Rae.”

“I love you too, Michael.” I smiled and picked my head up, kissing his lips softly, “I want sex.”

He chuckled and ran his right hand up my back, his fingers tracing over my spine, “Oh yeah?”

“Please,” I smiled and kissed him again. “I need the sex.”

“I don’t have sex with girls who piss their pants,” Mike replied, snapping the top string of my thong with his fingers, letting it hit my skin harshly.

“It was an accident, daddy. I won’t let it happen again,” I whispered into left ear and then trailed a few kisses down his jaw.

He took his right hand and tangled it in my hair, yanking it roughly, “I don’t believe you. I think you need a punishment so you know not to do it again.”

I couldn’t help but groan at the sound of his voice. I needed this. We had been “making love” for the past week and a half. I missed his roughness and dominance. I was so excited for where this was going to go.

“Stand up and take the underwear off,” he commanded. I knew that if I resisted his orders, tonight would be even more fun. I stood in front of him, not taking my underwear off. “Take the fucking underwear off, Rae.” I still didn’t budge. His hand came quick towards them, ripping them off of me quickly. “You’re going to get it even worse now that you disobeyed me,” he growled. “Lay on my knee, I want that ass in the air.”

I bent over his knee, exposing my entire backside to him, ready to embrace the pain that was coming my way. Pain that I was going to love, might I add. A hard smack came down, Mike’s hand making contact with my skin. I gritted my teeth together, waiting for the pain to switch over to pleasure as his next smack came down. By the fourth I was groaning, wet, and ready for him to just ravish me.

One last smack, harder than any of the others, came down. I cried out as Mike yanked my hair once again, pulling my ear up to his lip. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before disobeying me,” he grunted then threw me onto the bed face down. “Put your ass in the air, keep your chest as flat on the bed as possible.”

I followed his orders and laid down, arching my back as much as I could. I didn’t know where he went off to, but I stayed in that position just to keep him happy. Five minutes went by and there was still no sign of Mike coming onto the bed. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder to see him standing, leaning against my dresser with his phone in his hands.

I rolled over and sat Indian style and cocked my head, “Mike?” No answer. “Michael!”

His head and eyebrows shot up when he heard his name, “Oh… sorry Rae.”

“What are you doing?” I raised an eyebrow.

“E-mail about Warped,” he locked his phone and walked towards me, placing his hands on each side of my face. “Don’t worry about it, babe. Now where were we?”

“Not in the mood,” I groaned and swatted his hands away. I got up and pulled a shirt over my head, then walked towards my dresser to get a pair of underwear. He didn’t stop me when I walked away, I pulled on some undies and then a pair of pj pants. “Do you want anything? I’m gonna run to the store.”

He sighed, “A pack of cigarettes, please.”

“Alright,” I replied and slipped my flip flops on my feet, then grabbed my phone off the charger.

His hand wrapped around my wrist, “I’m sorry, baby.”



My trip to the store was really just me running out for cigarettes, then smoking five on the ten minute ride back to my apartment. I had decided to go to a gas station as far as possible that would be open, just so that I would be able to chain smoke my ass off. I usually wasn’t a chain smoker, hell I had been smoking a lot less lately, but Mike had irked me tonight. He had been ecstatic ever since hearing that they would be playing Warped Tour this summer, but he just got home three weeks ago and it’s already consumed his life. Hell, it’s fucking January and it doesn’t start until June. And now our night went to shit because he was too busy “reading an e-mail” that could’ve waited until the morning.

I pulled into my designated parking spot and got out of the car, grabbing my purse that held Mike’s cigarettes and my own. I walked into the building and decided to just take the stairs instead of waiting for the busy elevator. When I reached the top of the stairs I collided right into someone.

“Fuck, Mike,” I groaned, holding my stomach seeing as his elbow had just made it’s way into it.

“Shit, babe I’m sorry,” he kissed my forehead and then bended down and grabbed something off the floor.

I smiled, seeing him holding a bouquet of red roses in his left hand, “You did not just go out and get me flowers. Where the hell did you get flowers at 2 AM?”

“I know someone,” he smiled. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I shouldn’t have even bothered reading the e-mail… You were more important than something telling me things I already knew.”

“I’m sorry for being a moody bitch,” I grinned and stood on my toes, pressing my lips against his firmly. “Let’s go inside before someone comes out here and bitches.”

“Where do you want these?” Mike asked as he pulled a vase out of my kitchen cabinet.

I locked the door to my apartment and kicked my shoes off, “My vanity would be nice.” He nodded and walked off towards my bedroom, “Babe, do you want anything to drink?”

“Water,” he replied, walking back into the kitchen. I grabbed two water bottles out of the refrigerator and handed one to him, “Thank you.” His arms wrapped around me and pulled me against him, “I love you shit head.”

“I love you too, even though I’m going to hate you when I have to be awake in four hours,” I grinned up at him. “Bed time.”

“Bed time,” he repeated.

Notes

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