Addendum
by mickchick
His mind wasn’t on the party anyway. All his attention was focused on the tall, slender young man, who stood off to one side of the room, engaged in conversation with a pretty young woman with long blonde hair. Mike studied every gesture of the young man’s delicate hands, every graceful movement of his long legs, knowing exactly how it would feel to enfold him in his arms and hold his warm body against his own.
Micky felt the eyes that watched him so closely and he thought he heard someone call his name. He turned around and scanned the room quickly before looking up. When he noticed Mike, he smiled in acknowledgement, then turned his attention back to the girl.
Reluctantly, Mike forced himself to turn away and he finally sought refuge in the solitude of his room.
~~~~~
Mike turned on his side and was rudely assaulted by the bright sunlight streaming in through his bedroom window. It couldn’t be morning already. He struggled to open his eyes and peered over at his roommate’s bed. Where the hell was Micky? Shit! He must have spent the night with that little blonde girl. Mike pulled the covers up over his head and tried to go back to sleep.
Micky was just emerging from the shower in the downstairs bathroom, his body stiff from spending the night sleeping on the leather chaise. He borrowed some of Davy’s aerosol deodorant and stepped into the tight black jeans he’d worn the night before. Unfortunately, that was the best he could do. The rest of his things were locked upstairs in the room he shared with Mike. Why the fuck had Mike locked the bedroom door anyway? Micky couldn’t remember having done anything to piss him off, and there wasn’t much chance that he had a girl up there. None of the girls at the party had seemed like Mike’s type, though it wasn’t as if Micky knew exactly what that type was. He only knew that Mike had no patience for girls who giggled and pretended to be helpless. Mike always seemed to fall for older women with brains and loads of self-confidence; the kind of women his three bandmates were just a little afraid of.
Well, he’d find out what was going on sooner or later; there was no point getting worked up about it. He helped himself to a tall glass of orange juice and a scoop of cold leftover chili and sat on a stool by the counter to eat his breakfast.
It was no use. Mike couldn’t sleep. His bladder felt like it was about to burst. Besides, he couldn’t stop thinking about Micky in bed with that girl. The guy was unbelievable! As smart as Micky was, it didn’t seem to matter to him how vapid a girl’s mind was, as long as she had a pretty face and a great body. Mike scratched his stomach and grumbled to himself as he reached for the doorknob.
He was a little surprised to find it locked; then he remembered how he’d gone to bed with the party still going strong downstairs. He’d locked the door to keep out any stray guests looking for some privacy.
Micky heard Mike coming downstairs and he forced himself not to look up. If he had a girl with him, the polite thing to do would be to pretend he didn’t see her. And if Mike was pissed at him, avoiding eye contact might avert an argument. It hadn’t been a good evening and Micky was feeling a little irritable.
Mike passed Micky on his way to the bathroom and glanced over at him. He’d obviously been home for a while. Mike decided to test the water.
“How can you eat that shit in the morning?”
Okay, obviously there was no one with him. Micky turned his head slightly toward Mike and shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”
Mike nodded silently. That was probably an understatement. It was obvious that Micky wasn’t in the mood to talk. Mike couldn’t blame him really. He would have been mad too if he’d had to spend the night sleeping down here. What a pigsty! It was gonna take hours to clean this mess. Too bad though that Micky wasn’t in a better mood, because he looked damn good in those tight jeans and nothing else.
He’d been working so hard lately, been so immersed in the sudden, almost overwhelming flood of jobs, that he hadn’t noticed the subtle changes in Micky before now. It had been several months since Micky had trimmed his hair and the once curly locks now hung in full, soft waves around his face and neck. His slender body had grown even thinner, courtesy of the hurried snacks that had replaced
time-consuming, regular meals. The slimmer contours of his face made his lips look fuller and his eyes appear even larger than usual. He was, quite simply, beautiful, and Mike felt the old, familiar warmth of desire building deep within.
As Mike stood under the warm spray of the shower, he thought about Micky’s tousled, damp hair, the smoothness of his bare back, and the way he’d been sitting with his knees wide apart and his bare feet resting on the rung of the stool. His cock grew larger and he began to stroke it slowly, carefully, as he imagined Micky turning toward him, inviting him to come closer.
Micky kissed him softly at first, teasingly brushing his lips against Mike’s and touching them very lightly with the tip of his tongue. Mike stretched forward in a vain attempt to get full contact and Micky backed just out of reach and smiled up at him wickedly. Mike tried to be patient. He knew Micky was as hungry for it as he was and he knew from experience that Micky had a voracious appetite.
“Please, Mick,” he whispered weakly.
Micky reached up and buried his hand in Mike’s thick, dark hair, pulling hard against the back of Mike’s head and forcing it down, closer to his own. He wasn’t as delicate as he looked. His lips pressed hard against Mike’s eager mouth, and his warm, wet tongue pushed its way inside.
Mike slid his hand up the shaft of his enormous hard-on and concentrated on the sensitive area just under the cap. Micky was off the stool now and he was removing Mike’s clothing. The more Mike protested, the rougher Micky became. He sucked hard at Mike’s neck and shoulders, holding him with a grip of iron that made it impossible for Mike to break free. Micky was far too strong for him and Mike was afraid to resist. He had no choice but to let Micky have his way.
Mike’s strokes grew harder and faster as Micky sucked on his cock. He could feel Micky’s fingers digging into the backs of his legs and he forced himself not to cry out in pain. Why should he feed Micky’s cruel passion by giving him the pleasure of knowing he was hurting Mike? This couldn’t last much longer. Mike tried to postpone the inevitable, knowing Micky would punish him if he came too soon. He held back as long as possible, slowing his movements, lightening his touch, until it was impossible to stop. Mike tightened his grip and braced himself against the wall of the shower as he came.
~~~~~
Micky was just rinsing out his glass and bowl at the kitchen sink when Mike emerged from the bathroom. Out here in reality, he looked pretty harmless. In fact, when Mike wasn’t dreaming about fucking him, he had to admit that he found Micky very cute, in a cuddly sort of way. Almost like a puppy.
Mike turned Micky’s body to face his own and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. Micky was far too surprised to do anything but cooperate. He instinctively put his own arms around Mike’s neck and hugged him back. Mike gave him a firm kiss on the cheek before pulling away and heading for the stairs.
Micky leaned against the counter with his arms folded and smiled at Mike.
“What was that for?”
Mike returned the smile with one of his own and shrugged. “No, reason,” he said as he started up the stairs to get dressed for his day.
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