Infectious Kiss [boyxboy]

Truth or Dare? Are You Feeling Naughty? Or Nice?

I'm so sorry this chapter took so long! I promise, it's sooooo worth it! 

So my friend and i, Bridget 9mentioned in the chapter) have been talking about possible Michael/Stephan ship names. The only one that sounded decent was Miphan. if you have other idea's PLEEEEASE comment! 

"Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation."

--Mason Cooley

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Michael looked at Stephan disappointed. “Do I have to?” He groaned.

“Duh! It’s truth or dare! You picked truth, you answer truth.” Stephan said smugly. 

“Can I get a drink first?” Michael asked. 

“Yessir.” Laughed Stephan

Michael walked over to the freezer and pulled out a bottle of tequila. “Can I get you a shot, Stephan?” Called Michael from the large, open kitchen, with two shot glasses on the granite counter top, one tinted green, the other pink. 

“Naw, I’m good, Hun. You go ahead, I don’t drink.” 

Michael stood there, completely embarrassed. ‘Here I am, about to do shots with somebody who doesn't drink. Way to fuckin’ go, Mike.’ He thought. 

‘To hell with it,’ he reasoned, pouring a shot and chugging it back. 

Michael grabbed a Vex, pink lemonade, his favourite, and sat down next to Stephan lazily, leaned back comfortable on the couch, knowing that for the rest of the night, he wasn’t responsible for his actions. “Yeah.”

“Yeah, what?” Stephan said with a chuckle, sounding confused. 

“Yeah I’ve had sex.” He looked straight ahead. “A lot of sex.” Michael dragged out the ‘o’ in a lot, in a sexy, husky voice that almost mimicked Stephan’s. 

“Someone’s been naughty,” Stephan teased with a wink. 

“Who? Me? NEVER.” Michael cocked his eyebrow and smirked, something that was uncommon for Michael to do. “Have you?” He asked curiously. 

“That’s for me to know and you to find out, mister.” He winked and flicked his hair. “I pick dare by the way.” He grinned. 

After Stephan spoke, there was a knock at the door. “Strip.” Michael said with a teasing grin. “Answer the door in just your boxers.” 

“You can’t be serious!” Stephan said, blushing, which made Michael’s smirk more prominent.  

Stephan stood up and raised his arms as if to argue but lowered them and sighed making a ‘hmmph’ sound and pulled down the sweat pants Michael had lent him and they fell to the ground around his ankles. While Stephan was tugging his long sleeve shirt up over his head, Michael’s jaw dropped, swooning over Stephan’s body. It was just as flawless as the rest of him. Soon, Stephan stood in only black and dark purple checkered boxers, with no shame. The two looked over to the door as they heard another knock. Michael took a sip of his drink while pulling out two twenties from his pocket. He held them out to Stephan, waving them urgently. “It’s for you.” Michael giggled, slowly becoming more and more intoxicated. 

Stephan  groaned and walked over to the door, took a deep breath, leaning against the door frame as he opened it. He cocked his eyebrows and tipped his head as he said, “Hey...” in a seductive voice. he held out the money between two fingers, like a cigarette, gesturing towards the pizza girl.

“Oh... hi. That’ll be $35.05,” the woman, no older than twenty-three stated. “Huh, I didn’t know Michael was seeing anyone. Hey Mikey!” The woman called into the condo.