“Mornin’,” I said cheerfully.

“Hi.”

“Look, you’d better not spend all day round here, Mike will be wonderin’ where you are?”

“I guess,” he looked up at me and smiled.

That smile. There are some things in this life I would consider irresistible, chocolate, for one, a morning cup of hot java for another, and Micky’s smile. He could melt my insides and reduce me to a quivering wreck with one simple grin on his face.

I got cosy with him down in the covers for a while longer. Suddenly I was conscious of how turned on Micky was. He had that wicked glint in his eye, this was a bad idea, but I wanted him. There was no other way of saying it. I gazed into his eyes and kissed him softly on the mouth.

“What was that for?”

“I wanted to. Now are you going to analyse everything I do, or do you want to try it again.”

He shook his head and kissed me back. I let out a sigh and he kissed across my face and down my neck. I moved my hand down to his buckle and quickly helped him out of his pants. I tried to remove his shirt but he stopped me, pushing me southwards. I wasted no time in reaching his throbbing member, tentatively allowing my hand to stroke down the side and up to the tip. Then replacing my hand with my tongue I continued my task. I ran my lips slowly down one side and up to the head where I rolled my tongue teasing each contour of the delicate skin. I ran my tongue down the other side stopping at the shaft where I began to gently suck at his balls, taking one at a time in my mouth before withdrawing to the shaft once more. I slowly inched my way down sucking tenderly as I took him.

With my expert technique Micky was putty in my hand. It only took a few long sucks and he came, moaning quietly to himself. That surprised me, most guys explode vocally at climax, but not Micky, inward contentment seemed to be his style. I smiled back at him, his face radiant in the morning sun.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely in a soft whisper, almost making me laugh. I’d never been thanked for a blowjob before.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea, you fancy sharing a bath?”

Despite the shabby exterior of the motel, all rooms were equipped with an in-suite bathroom. To my luck, my room was the only one with a bathtub. I was dying to try it out and what better way to bathe.

“That sounds great,” he beamed.

* * * * * *

Mike woke to listen for the gentle breathing of Micky beside him. There was none. He turned over to be faced with an empty pillow. Mike’s eyes grew dark, ‘where was he?’

“Micky… You downstairs?”

Mike was greeted with silence. Micky was not in the room, and he was not in the pad. Mike clenched his fists in rage. Wherever he was, Mike would find him and the punishment would not been taken lightly.

On automatic pilot he dressed and finished the bottle of whiskey. Then he set off to find Micky.

* * * * * *

When I came out of the bathroom I found that Micky had fallen asleep again. I didn’t want to disturb him, but he had to leave soon; he didn’t want to be in more trouble with Mike. Mike, the more I thought about this man, the more I despised him. Maybe, I could coax Micky to leave him for good. We could start our own group, away from LA, away from Mike. If only he would go, but Micky was too weak, too scared. He wouldn’t leave, ever.

“Micky…..Babe, bath’s ready, come on.”

“Mmmm….,” he said blinking his eyes, then breaking into a smile. He pulled me towards him, brushing my lips against his own and slipping his tongue inside my mouth.

“Come on. You’re not very good at mornings are you?”

He laughed. “That’s what Mike always says.” The smile retracted from his face when he mentioned that name.

“Hey, he’s not here now. I am. Let’s get that shirt off you.”

I undid the buttons and pulled the shirt from around his delicate frame. I stopped in horror at what I saw. All across Micky’s perfect skin were faint bruises, cuts and welts. I turned him around and saw the remainder of the whip marks across his back and ass.

“Oh Micky….who did this to you?”

He didn’t need to answer; I saw the admission in his eyes – Mike, and it sickened me. This is what turned him on? The man needed locking up.

I couldn’t speak. I wanted to cry. Micky could see the tears forming in my eyes, but he knew what to do. He held me close and whispered in my ear, “I’m ok - I’m alright, please don’t cry.”

I dried my eyes and noticed that the morning had almost past by now. It didn’t matter anyway. I couldn’t give a fuck whether we were late for Mike at all; besides, he was going to be in for a shock when we finally did show up.

Micky lowered himself gently into the bath; he flinched as the open sores hit the warm water. I promptly removed my clothes and climbed in opposite him. I still couldn’t believe that he was in such high spirits after what Mike had put him through.

He wriggled closer to me, slipping my legs around his waist and staring deep into my eyes. I traced my finger over his chest, carefully avoiding the injuries left by Mike. His eyes flickered as I massaged his neck and shoulders pressing my breasts up to his chest.

“I have a plan,” I said still rubbing his back.

“Yeah, does it involve us staying like this forever?”

I splashed some water in his face, “No, it’s about Mike.”

“Do we have to talk about him?”

“Micky, this is so typical of you. Denial. Let’s just sweep everything under the carpet and pretend it doesn’t exist. You’ve gotta stand up to him.”

“I know, I know. I guess you’re right. What’s the plan?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I said, sliding my hand below the surface.

Now making love, fucking whatever you want to call it, in a bathtub has always been a fantasy of mine. Something about the water, the feel of wet bodies together. Micky didn’t disappoint. He was caring, loving, and wonderful. See there I go again talking like a woman in love, well hell maybe I am.

* * * * * *

We spent most the day in the motel. In the bath, the bathroom floor, the bed, the bedroom floor, even the cupboard. Not something that I would highly recommend. You try shagging next to polyester suits left by the last tenant.

It seems like Micky had acquired a tremendous amount of energy since his confession and had no trouble going at it all day. I was exhausted, my lack of sleep and new found hobby was a bad combination and I needed a rest.

“Man, that was amazing,” I said as we collapsed in a heap on the bed.

“Why thank you, miss.” He giggled mischievously.

I looked over at the clock, I could just make out the numbers, 6:30 pm.

“Holy fuck, Micky! Its six thirty. We’d better get going.”

We quickly dressed and decided that the best course of action was for Micky to leave now, and then I would show up in an hour or so. I was apprehensive about leaving him alone with Mike for that length of time, who knows what he may do? But Micky assured me it would be fine.

“Take care of yourself, ok?”

“I will,” he replied kissing me. “You’re incredible,” and with that, he left.

I looked around the room and decided the best way to past the time would be to clean. After our adventurous shagathon, the room looked like a tornado had hit it. Lamps knocked over, clothes strewn about, the bed sheets would need changing I’m sure. I set to work trying to take the impending meeting outta my mind.