Mike backed Micky up to the bed and laid him down gently. He crawled on top of him, hovering above him with a seductive smile. He moved down slowly until he was about to touch Micky's nose with his. Micky smiled and his eyes twinkled as he waited with anticipation for Mike's tender kiss. Mike ran his hand slowly up Micky's thigh, teasing Micky even more. Mike then let out a low throaty chuckle as he looked Micky in the eyes. "Expecting me to kiss you?"

"Michael, why must you tease me like this?"

"It makes it better the longer I make you wait."

"Oh, so it does."

Mike moved his head down a little and rested his lips on Micky's. They both slowly opened their mouths allowing their tongues to move about each other. Mike sat back up and then placed his hands over Micky's chest and began to unbutton his shirt. He ran his fingers through the opening over his bare chest. Micky twitched and giggled to his touch. Mike then unbuttoned the rest and tore open the shirt, exposing Micky's bare chest. He moved down and began to make a trail of kisses down to the top of his pants. He grabbed the fastener of the pants with his teeth and tugged until it came undone.

He looked up at his lover and waggled his eyebrows with a grin. "I get it every time, Mick," he said, pleased with himself

"You're so good at it too. Now, what about the zipper?"

"Get it yourself."

"Oh, so you do everything else for me, but you can't even unzip my pants?"

"Did you think that you were going to get an entirely free ride?"

"Oh, come on!"

Mike smiled and pulled Micky's zipper down with his fingers. He then moved back up and gave Micky a kiss, but they stopped once they heard some noise coming from downstairs.

"Peter and Davy."

"Man, what are they doing down there?"

"Who knows?" Mike looked toward the door, "I'll take care of them."

"No Mike, you don't have to worry about them," Micky pleaded.

"It's ok, Mick. It won't take me very long." He gave Micky a kiss and then sat up. "You're the one who said 'if only there was a way to prevent them from interrupting us.' Now let me take care of them, it'll only take a minute."

"All right, go," he gave Mike a pout

Mike walked over to the door and then looked back at Micky "Now don't you worry your pretty little head. Papa Nez will take care of everything. You'd just better be waiting for me when I return."

He opened the door and walked out, leaving Micky alone in the room. Micky placed his arm behind his head and looked up toward the ceiling. He hated whenever Mike would up and leave right when things just started getting hot between them. Not only that, but he had noticed some strange changes in Mike, but he was too scared to point them out. He had no idea what Mike was capable of, especially with his new personality he seemed to have adopted. Micky shook it out of his thoughts and closed his eyes, trying not to think about it all. Right then all he cared about was waiting for Mike to return so they could finish what they started.