Part II: Fire and Ice
by Arrowhead
"No, you don't understand. I didn't mean..." Micky said.
"I don't care what you meant. You're sick! Get out of here!"
"Wait, just let me explain."
"No! You get out right now! I never want to see you again!" Rita replied, throwing his clothes at him for added emphasis.
Micky gave up trying to persuade her and began to get dressed. What a disaster this turned into. Just one more in a day full of them. He had left the pad late in the afternoon to take care of a few things and to just get out for awhile. It had been unbelievably boring around there. The first errand was to get some new drumsticks. It took three trips to different stores before he found the kind he liked and then the last set was taken by some jerk who snagged them before Micky got to the display. He had to settle for some different ones and then he spent more time than he intended to looking at this and that in the music store and some other places nearby. Afterwards, as he was returning to the car, he saw a cop standing there waiting for the time in the parking meter to expire. Micky arrived just as the red flag popped up. The officer started writing out a parking ticket as soon as it did. No amount of explanation or pleading helped as it quickly became evident that this policeman was no friend of anyone under 35. He finished writing the ticket and handed it to Micky with obvious pleasure. The cop stood looking at him waiting to see what he would do. What could he do? Not a damn thing. He climbed into the car and stretched over to put the ticket into the glove compartment. Wonderful. Where would he get the money to take care of that?
Every now and then he had days where he felt like the sole purpose of his existence was so other people would have someone to kick around. He drove around aimlessly for a while, enjoying the sun even though the city was in the midst of a heat wave. Gradually, his mood improved and he decided to go see Rita. They had gone out a few times and every time the date had wound up with them in bed. She wasn't that great, but at least she was a sure thing. Micky was restless as hell lately. It was sort of like reverse depression. He really wanted to do something, but nothing sounded good. And now here he was. An impatient snort from Rita snapped him out of his reverie as he finished getting dressed. He made one last half hearted try at explaining himself.
"I said GET OUT!" Came the reply, and this time she made her emphasis more serious.
Micky ducked as some sort of knick-knack whizzed over his head, crashed into the wall behind him and showered the area with bits and pieces of itself. He ran for the door while she was looking around for something else to throw. Damn. So much for his sure thing. Who would have thought a chick could be so easy and so uptight at the same time?
Night had fallen and the breeze that was blowing earlier had died. The heat was thick and oppressive. Micky could feel sweat already trickling down his back as he walked to the car. Upon getting nearer to the GTO, he noticed that the driver's side was sitting much lower than before. The rear tire was flat. Feeling quite put-upon, he sighed in exasperation as he started hauling the jack and spare tire out of the trunk. When he leaned over to put the lug wrench on, several tiny pieces of porcelain fell out of his hair, remnants of Rita's missile.
Changing a flat was not a task that took a lot of concentration and his mind started wandering again as he got to work. Sex with Rita was kind of dull, although better than nothing. Within the last couple of months, Micky had begun to think about it way more than he ever had before. Part of his thoughts were wanting to try new things he had seen or heard about.
He didn't think it was anything too bizarre or out of line, but when he had suggested them to Rita, you would have thought he had asked her to do the neighbor's dog in the court house square. Just why
was he always thinking so much about it these days? Deep down, he knew exactly the cause of his preoccupation, but didn't really want to remind himself or else he'd start feeling even crazier. It was because of that one night two months ago.
He and Mike had agreed not to bring it up again, but that didn't mean he couldn't think about it. Sometimes he had nearly done more. There had been some late nights when he had come home from wherever, and Mike was already in bed asleep. He would be stretched out with the blanket kicked off wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and it was all Micky could do not to have his way with him right then and there. The memory of Mike's willingness and the way he moved under his touch was almost more than he could stand. Yes, he thought about it a lot. He couldn't help himself and he was pretty sure he wasn't the only one. There had been a few times when he had caught Mike looking at him and in a way that it wasn't hard to tell what was on his mind. He tried to act like he wasn't, but Micky knew better. He'd do well to stop it, or else something was going to happen, agreement or not.
As he lowered the car and removed the jack, he saw a faint flash out of the corner of his eye. Was that lightning? All he needed was to get caught in the pouring down rain and then his day would be perfect. He closed the trunk and then ran for the driver's side, hopping over the door and into the seat. The Pontiac started with a roar and then tore off for home.
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Damn, it was hot! Mike was sitting in a chair in front of a fan but was still miserable. He was wearing only the bottoms of his pajamas and that helped some but not a lot. He had already tried a shower with water as cold as he could stand. That relieved his heat problem for a little while but did nothing for the other. He was all alone. Davy was out with his girl du jour and Peter was over at Nyles' house, the two of them no doubt getting higher than a couple of kites. Mike could have went but turned down the offer. He just didn't feel up to it. As always, when he was by himself with nothing to actively occupy his thoughts, his memory replayed the night from a couple months back. He had been unable to find a suitable substitute for Micky. The best he could do was close his eyes and pretend when he was with a girl. The unsuspecting ladies had no idea what was going on when he did that, they just thought he was really into it. What else could he do? They had agreed not to bring it up again. Oh, but he wanted to. Badly. He wondered how Mick felt about it. Maybe he regretted the whole episode. If he did, it didn't show. There was no way to know for certain. He remembered the warmth of his skin and the taste of his kisses. It was so good it almost hurt to think about it. These days he was having to content himself with just looking. He was getting sloppy about it, too. There had been a few times when he was so absorbed he had nearly been caught and that wouldn't do at all. He looked at the clock and was surprised at how late it had gotten. He might as well go to bed. It was too hot to sleep, but he could at least give himself a little relief of another kind. The front of the thin cotton pants were visibly bulging as a consequence of all his reminiscing.
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Yes, it was definitely going to rain. Micky paused to watch the flashes of light in the clouds far out over the ocean before going on to the house. All the lights were off, save the one in the kitchen. The door to the downstairs bedroom was open. There was no telling where those two were or when they'd come home. It was unbelievably hot in there even with the wind from the ocean. Micky grabbed a glass from the cabinet and went to the fridge to see if there was anything good in it. Someone had made iced tea. Perfect. He poured some into the glass and then remembered to test it first. BLECH! Who in the world drank tea with no sugar? Pete, that's who. Micky carefully put several spoonfuls of sugar into the glass and stirred it around. Now for a quick shower. He was drenched with sweat from the stifling heat and dirty from changing the tire.
Mike listened as someone came up the stairs. The door opened slowly. Micky entered the room trying to be quiet as he could. Mike watched as he put the glass on his nightstand and then went into the bathroom. He heard some rustling and then running water as the shower was turned on. What he would have given to go join him! After a while Micky exited the bathroom wearing only a towel. He picked up his glass and stood looking out the window at the lightning that was drawing nearer all the time. Mike was about to go crazy. He knew the way Micky's skin would feel right out of the shower. He also knew that his still wet hair would smell like herbal shampoo. He longed to run his fingers through those damp curls then all over the rest of that delectable body.
Micky continued to stand at the window. He knew Mike was awake. He had known it the minute he entered the room because his friend's breathing was actually kind of noisy when he was asleep, somewhere near a snore but not quite, and he had heard only total silence. He also knew what he was doing to him. Getting no satisfaction from Rita had only amplified his restlessness. On the drive home he thought about this current situation. He was willing and he knew Mike was, but he'd have to work around their agreement. He didn't think it would be hard to get to him. This was one situation where he was in charge and he didn't feel like giving it up. What better way to solidify his position than by forcing Mike to come to him? He didn't think it would take much blatant temptation to get the job done. He was right. Micky placed the glass back on the nightstand as he waited.
He heard the floor creak and a few seconds later, felt a hesitant hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Mike looking at him with an expression that was acombination of raging lust and embarrassed misery.
"Mick...I know we weren't going to... well, you know, but...."
"It's okay."
"I tried not to think about it, but I can't take it anymore."
"Yeah, I know." Micky said as he moved closer. "I've seen how you keep watching me."
This was a surprise to Mike, who thought he had been getting away with it. He backed up a step as Micky kept getting closer. He wasn't sure why. He wanted him closer but he wasn't getting any chances to take the initiative and it was unnerving.
"I thought you'd come around again." Micky continued with a near smirk plainly evident.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I wanted you to be sure... Are you?"
"Yes." Mike whispered. He had been backed across the room and was beside his own bed again. Micky pushed him down and then crawled on top of him. It was fantastic. He paused to savor the moment. Tonight he would find out just what the extent of his power was. The best part of that was he could try out some of the new things he had in mind. Would Mike go for it? He would if wanted the good stuff.
Mike could feel his heart racing. This time he was ready. There was no embarrassment or guilt. He had come to terms with his feelings. He still liked girls but he liked Micky even more, and tonight he intended to return whatever he got, plus interest. Feeling much bolder than at their first meeting, he slowly reached up and began to remove the towel that was obstructing his view. His fingertips brushed against skin and it felt even better than he remembered; warm and velvety and just a little bit damp. Before he got it loose he was pinned down.
"I guess I'm going to have to make sure you behave yourself." Micky said, his lips only a few inches away, and the sensation of his breath against his ear gave Mike goosebumps despite the heat. He got up and went back to the other side of the room where he gathered several items from the bottom drawer of his nightstand and then picked up the glass. He paused to light a candle before removing his towel and returning full attention back to the business at hand. The small candle cast a feeble light but it was enough for Mike to see what was going on. Micky had the scarf and was unwinding it.
"I thought maybe this time we wouldn't do that." Mike said.
"What's wrong? Don't you trust me?" Micky said with just enough of a hint of dejection in his voice to make it sound like he might back off.
"Yeah, I trust you, it's just that I don't want it to be one sided."
"Don't worry about it, you'll get your chance, but for now...." He trailed off as he slowly wound the scarf around Mike's wrists. It was a lie from both sides. Micky had no intention of letting him go until he was finished with. And for his part, Mike didn't completely trust him. The way Micky acted during these encounters was kind of creepy. His personality changed from happy and easy going to calculating and predatory. It was bizarre really, and not something you could believe without seeing, but who was he going to tell? Mike tried to relax. Nothing bad had happened before. He was still nervous, but maybe that was part of what made it so intense. Micky practically ripped the pants from his body and then leaned down until he was as close as before.
"So you've been thinking about it, huh?" He said, and then kissed Mike before he had so much as a chance to nod a reply. It was a rough kiss that tasted faintly of sugar and went on so long that Mike could hardly breathe by the time it was over. Micky continued the kisses, moving to his neck and then down to his chest and stomach where he gently began to bite him. Mike had started to relax and squirm around slightly with pleasure when he felt a sharp pain in his side that made him jump. It was followed by another and another. Micky wasn't being so gentle anymore.
"Ow! What are you doin'?
Micky looked at him with his best 'Who, me?' expression before asking; "What's wrong don't you like that?"
"Not really, it hurts."
"Well then, how about this?" He said, as he proceeded to find an especially sensitive area of skin and then began to lightly suck on it. It tasted a little salty. Mike was getting sweaty from the temperature in the room and the heat of the moment. Micky stopped and inspected his work. He hadn't left much of a mark. That was no good. He'd have to do it again. By the time he finished, he had left a trail of distinct red marks on Mike's chest and stomach as well as on the inner part of both thighs. Now for something he was willing to bet his friend had never experienced before.
Mike watched as Micky stretched above him to get something from the nightstand. He was hoping that he would mellow out a little. This was getting weirder by the minute. It was as though Micky was mad about something and taking it out on him. Mike wished he didn't have to be tied up, but he was the one that asked for it, so he had to go with Micky's wishes to get what he wanted. It had become like a drug for him and he desperately needed his fix. Thunder rumbled much nearer than before. Micky had settled back onto the bed. He was holding the candle. The warm glow it gave off was an odd contrast with the bright, sharp illumination of the lightning. He held the candle up and over Mike and then tilted it. A big, glistening drop of wax hung there before falling to land on his shoulder. He recoiled slightly. It stung, but only for an instant. Maybe he could stand this. Micky was looking at him and smiling a little. Without a word he tilted the candle again. Mike was able to tolerate it for a while although he didn't enjoy it. Micky, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy it a bit too much. Just to see what would happen, he kept moving the hot wax farther down Mike's sinuous frame until he was very near his crotch. Now Mike was getting worried and it showed. His expression finally broke through Micky's absorbed daze. Maybe he should quit. This didn't seem to be going over as well as he hoped. Oh well, it was worth a shot. Micky blew out the candle and set it aside before stretching out on the bed. He gently nuzzled Mike's neck and this simple gesture produced more response than anything else he had tried so far. Who would have thought that someone regarded by most people as a real hard-ass liked it sweet and easy? Micky mused to himself.
Mike began to loosen up, though he was still wary. Maybe this was the end of the weirdness. The
lightning was close now and the room was lit almost steadily. A breeze was stirring and when it played across his sweat dampened skin it made him shiver, or maybe it was because he was being kissed in all the places he was hurting only moments ago. Micky was feeling a little guilty, though not truly repentant, about what he had done. He decided to make up for it.
Once more he reached for something on the night stand.
'Oh no, what now?' Mike thought. He was pleasantly surprised.
It was a shock when the ice cube first touched him. It was slightly gritty from the sugar that had settled in the bottom of the glass, but it quickly became smooth again as Micky ran it all over his body and then traced its path with his tongue. The sensation of cold and warmth took his breath away. This kind of experimenting, he could get into. Micky was pleased with the reaction and he knew at once he was forgiven. The fact of the matter was that Mike would have endured most anything to get to this. Just that one time was all he had needed to become hopelessly hooked. The ice did not take long to melt in the heat. After another cube was gone, Micky decided he had teased him enough. Tonight, he would be generous and not make him beg for it.
'If the chicks knew he was hung like this, he'd be getting more than he knew what to do with.' Micky thought as he began to give Mike what he so badly wanted. Maybe it was better they didn't, that way he could keep it all to himself.
Mike was trying to concentrate on what Micky was doing to him so that he would have some idea as to how to return the favor, but it was much to good to allow coherent thought. It was even better than the first time. How did he do it? It felt like he had his tongue wrapped all the way around. It was amazing.
From the sound of things, he was getting close. Micky continued up until the last possible second before tearing himself away. He always liked to watch the culmination of his efforts. Mike came with so much force that he was feeling a little dazed and light-headed for many minutes afterward. The crashing of the thunder gave the moment a surreal feeling. For a second or two, he thought it was the blood rushing from his head. And then the next thing he knew Micky was above him and rubbing his own erection against him. Still tied up and feeling overwhelmed, he could only look on. The blazing bolts of lightning lit up the room and made it easy to see what was happening. It was wonderful to watch, but a trifle disappointing at the same time. He wanted to be active in giving Micky this pleasure, and he knew he would not be getting his chance this time, either. The stroking became rougher and more urgent. Micky had his eyes closed and was biting his lower lip when he suddenly stiffened all over and emitted a sigh that sounded much like a growl, and then relaxed. Mike felt a warm wetness near his hip bone and then it was over. Micky tiredly moved to one side and stretched out beside him.
The storm raged on outside the house, but was over for the time being in the small second floor bedroom.
After a while Micky roused himself long enough to untie Mike. There was no need for reassurances. Micky knew the score, nevertheless, he allowed himself to be held and touched in an oddly loving manner for a little while before returning to his own bed. Whatever worked. Mike was sorry to see him go, but it was for the best. If they were going to do this at home, they had to be careful and it would be much too easy to fall asleep as they laid there together. Well, it would for him, anyway. Micky seemed to be in a hurry to get back to his own bed. This time. The next time, Mike fully intended to make it so that he never wanted to leave. He drifted off to sleep while the scenario played out in his mind and the weather passed.
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