Let Them Talk

Chapter 1 Of 1

They'll never know. It's not like the relationship is just starting. They've been together for ages, yet the media or fans haven't a single clue, even though it's painfully obvious if you think hard enough.

Their so called "feud" is well documented and other famous faces do well in fueling it with their over-blown stories and personality exaggeration. Stories of two legends in the same room make great headlines and coffee table talk, after all. Isn't it funny how life works? The media has been writing entire 6 page articles about how much Michael Jackson and Prince hate eachother's guts while Michael Jackson and Prince have been shagging eachother's said guts for the past 20 years.

After a particularly long talk show interview, Michael finally managed to trap Prince between his chest and the door of Michael's dressing room. Nothing mattered anymore except the electrifying clash of their lips, their tongues moving as one and their hands exploring every curve of the other's body. Even though they've been doing this forever, there is always a spot left unexplored, reserved for the next time.

For both of them this is all they've ever wanted. Fuck the media. Fuck everyone. If only the people outside this door knew what was happening at the moment, their jaws would be rubbing the floor.

Michael's lips on Prince's earlobe, kissing his neck as Prince moans softly, one of his hands grasping Michael's hair, the other his waist. One of his legs wrapped around Michael's torso, their nether regions rubbing through layers of fabric.

Michael kissed his way towards Prince's mouth, reaching it in no time and plunging his tongue into the awaiting hot cavern. They kissed passionately for a few moments which felt like blissful eternity. Pulling back, their breaths mixed as they both gasped for air, their foreheads touching and a web of saliva still connecting their lips.

Looking into Prince's eyes, with no hesitation, shyness be damned, Michael grasped Prince's suit jacket, tearing it open, causing one of the buttons to fly off in the process as Michael's lips landed between the smaller man's collarbones. Prince gasped, his hand flying towards Michael's head as the single button hit the floor, but neither man cared. Leaving a wet strip of saliva, Michael's tongue continued the journey south. Continuing to unbutton his lover's expensive suit, Michael kissed and licked his way down the chest he knew so well, the chest he had explored many times before, the chest which had rubbed against his own, the mattress, the desk, the window, the bathroom tiles, the kitchen top.

"Tell me what you need, baby" he asked Prince in between kisses, who looked down at him through long lashes and almost closed in ecstasy eyes.

"Make love to me" gasped Prince and that was enough. "Fuck me hard. Make me forget everyone and everything outside this door."

Michael inhaled as much air as he could, his cock throbbing in his too tight pants. Kissing his way down to Prince's zipper, getting on his knees on the floor, he tore the awaiting fly open and wasting no time, kissed the hard pulsing shaft through the only remaining fabric of Prince's underwear. Digging his nails in Prince's hips, whose own hands were buried in Michael's hair, he continued kissing and licking, wetting the fabric in the process. Slightly louder moans filled the room as Prince panted, sweat already beading at his forehead, his eyes rolling at the back of his head, his mind going 80 miles per hour as the sinful mouth lapped at his cock, while footsteps could be heard through the door.

Finally, losing the last bit of patience he had left, Michael pulled down the underwear and the black pant suit Prince had been wearing all at once and took the angry head of the guitarist's weeping cock into his mouth, eyes flying up towards Prince's face and seeing his gorgeous eyebrows furrow together in sheer bliss as a loud moan dropped from his lips. Their makeup had started smudging but neither man cared.

Michael's own hand descended towards his zipper, pulling it down and grasping himself through his underwear, feeling the precum oozing out and leaving a wet patch at the front of his trousers as he worked his lips around Prince's length. Bobbing his head back and forth, expertly sucking his lover off, he look Prince's balls into his right hand and massaged them eagerly as he licked the vein on the underside of Prince's shaft.

Prince was already coming apart, his hair dishevelled, his lips red from biting them to keep from moaning too loud, his hands holding on for dear life as Michael sucked the life out of him through his cock. The suction was extraordinary, but if they continued like that, this was gonna end too soon.

Prince moved his hand to Michael's cheek, holding it as he looked down upon his lover sucking him with such determination, almost forgoing telling him to stop and letting him finish what he started, but decided to push him away anyway. Michael looked up questioningly, but was startled as Prince switched their positions, the back of Michael's head hitting the door a bit too loudly but neither man cared. They were too hard and had to get off at once.

Their lips clashed once again, Prince tasting himself on Michael's tongue, both men gasping, saliva mixing together, their tongues dancing. He then pulled at Michael's suit jacket, pushing him towards a nearby catering table, and pulled his lover's pants and his own off.

As they kissed, Michael pushed Prince so that his back hit the table's edge, quickly grasping his thighs, which straddled him instantly and dropped him onto the table. Breaking the kiss, Michael quickly wet his fingers and touched behind Prince's balls, moving towards his opening, quickly preparing him and then plunging into him in what felt like seconds.

Both men groaned, their foreheads glued together as they struggled to catch their breath. Pulling out and ramming back in, Michael found a pase which suited them and kept a steady rhythm as the table underneath them started hitting the wall, influenced by their coupling and Michael's fierce, needy thrusts. Sweat gathered and dripped down their necks as Michael licked and nibbled at Prince's jaw. Moaning loud, Prince finally reached his peak, his cock leaking everywhere, as Michael followed closely behind, coming into his lover.

Both men breathed deeply, all of the room's oxygen not nearly enough, only their gasps could be heard as no one was outside the door. Both men opened their eyes, looked at each other and smiled, satisfied. Prince cupped Michael's cheek, planting a wet kiss on his trembling lips, and held his forehead against Michael's.

There was only one question, though...How exactly were they going to leave the room in such a dishevelled state?