| Mike could imagine running his fingers through the mass of now curly hair, which Micky had stopped straightening a few days prior. Mike had been glad, he liked it better free and soft. He imagined that gorgeous mouth, those beautiful lips sucking and licking... A few more srokes and he climaxed, groaning softly as he bit his lip. He cleaned up and put himself back into order then made his way back into the mixing room. The lead vocals for "Mary, Mary" were finished and Micky was leaning against the mixing board. |
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| "Hey Mike," Mick said softly, eyes following him the moment he stepped in the door. Mike felt naked, like he was found out, but he forced the thought out of his head. "How'd it go, Mick? All good?" "Of course," the other said, biting his lip and staring intensely. Mike felt his face getting hot again. What does he think he's doing, staring at me like that, unless...no. Mike forced himself to look away. "Well," he drawled, pretending that everything was all peace and calm beneath his stern exterior, "I suppose that's it for today, then. Let's go home." |
| Dear Journal, He was staring again today, and it may have been a trick of my mind, but I think he even winked and nonchalantly licked those pouting lips...Doesn't he know he's driving me crazy? Or maybe he does know and he's using that. He knows and he's mocking...or he knows and he wants me... |
| Mike tossed the journal aside in mid sentence and sighed, leaning up against the wall. The sky was beautiful and the sun was setting over the calm ocean waters. He wished he could share a moment like this holding Micky in his arms, but he wondered if he would ever get the chance. Micky stepped out onto the patio ever so quietly and stooped down behind Mike. The Texan stiffened when he felt the other's presence. "Hi Micky. What're you doing out here?" |
| "I came out to enjoy the sunset. Isn't that what you were do- Oh, you were writing....what is it, a new song?" Before Mike could open his mouth to protest, Mick had picked up the journal and opened it. Micky's eyes were quickly scanning the page as Mike snatched the book out of the other's hands. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Those are private thoughts!" Mike snarled and began to stalk to the door, but felt Mick grab hold of his arm and pull him back. "It's the second one," he said, pulling the Texan in and capturing his lips. He kissed softly at first, giving the stunned Mike enough time to react and wrap his arms around the drummer's waist. He then ran his tongue along Mike's bottom lip, entreating entrance and gaining it. For once, Mike was out of control and Micky knew he was taking over.... End of part one |
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