~Ray's POV~
I glance down as Mikey sits on the bed. I can't hold it in. I care about him. And hearing that he thinks I don't... It almost killed me. But then Gerard told me why he was so upset. Then I knew. He thought I didn't care about him the way he cares about me. Now, though, he was sitting here, right in front of me, his usual straight face on. But this one was different. The usual one was actually rather calm and thoughtful. This one was hard and hostile. He looked ready to punch me in the mouth if he needed to. I didn't blame him. He stares straight at the wall, his hands in hard fists that rest on his knees. I sigh.
Walking those few feet is easy. Kneeling in front of him, clasping both his hands in mine is just as simple. But seeing his stony gaze firmly fixed on the wall is difficult for me. I don't like this side of Mikey. I hate it. I run my thumb over the back of his left hand. He doesn't move. But I feel his hand relax the slightest bit. That's all I need. I reach my hands up, grab his cheeks and bring his lips to mine. It's too hard to do it slowly, I've wanted it for too long.
He's just as tense as before for a moment, then he relaxes and his lips move against mine slowly, unsure. I stand and move my hands to his shoulders, pushing his back onto the bed, holding him there, never breaking the kiss. I straddle his waist and look down at him. He's looking up at me, confusion in his eyes. That's better than the anger and hostility I'd seen before. I sigh and kiss him gently once before kissing his neck, pulling back.
"Michael. James. Way. If you storm off before I can explain again, then so help me God, I will pull you back into this room and fuck you senseless, understood?" He blinks, registering the threat. He nods slowly and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Okay. But what did you want to tell me." His voice remains level, not even quirking up or down for the question. I smirk.
"To tell you why I keep doing this." I peck his lips. "And this." I kiss his neck for a few seconds. "And this." I run my hands up his chest and into his hair, pulling his head up a bit so I can kiss him again. He kisses back and I smile before pulling away.
"Then tell me already." He says, breathless. I smile and lean down so that my lips are just grazing his ear.
"It's because I love you." I breathe. He stiffens beneath me before he begins to squirm a bit. I sit up and look down at him. He looks happy, but at the same time nervous and sad. I cup his cheek in my right hand, running my thumb under his eye.
"Wh-why didn't... Why didn't you t-tell me s-s-sooner?" He stutters. I shrug.
"I didn't think you loved me. But last night I just couldn't take it anymore. And then you ran off before I could tell you. I went nuts. I'm pretty sure I broke the shower rod and the lamp in the corner and the arm chair. I didn't know what to do. I thought you would for sure hate me then. But... Gerard asked what had happened and then I told him what had happened and when he told me you felt the same... I did some serious thinking. And went down to the tour bus. I talked to Gerard and then he slapped me. And then hugged me and threatened to suck all my blood out if I hurt you. So I took you up here. And here we are." I was breathless.
He laughed and pushed me off of him. He then pushed me onto my back. It took me a second to figure out the he'd flipped everything. He was now the one straddling me. I look up at him as he leans lower.
"You remember how a few minutes ago you said that if I stormed off before you could explain again that you would pull me back in here and fuck me senseless?" I nod slowly, not sure what he's getting at. He gets closer, so close that our noses almost touch. His breath washes over me. He smirks. "Well, I want you to fuck me senseless. Now." With that, he kisses me intensely, hungrily and I give it back to him. I've waited far too long for this.
My hands run up his arms, to his hair and I tangle my fingers in it, pulling him closer. I flick my tongue out, across his bottom lip. He gasps and I make a split-second decision to run my nail over the bulge in his pants. His mouth opens in a slight moan. I let my tongue roam in his open mouth, exploring the different parts. His tongue fights against mine, but I win anyways and Mikey gives in, letting me have my way. My hands roam to his hips and I push him onto his back, taking up our previous position. He kisses me again, our tongues battling again. He's still so new to this. I lightly brush my hand over his package and he stops fighting again.
His arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer. I run my hands up his shirt and he shivers. My hands are probably cold, but he doesn't care as I lightly trail them over the soft skin of his back, watching the hairs on his arms stand on end. I grab onto the hem of his shirt and tug it quickly over his head before kissing down his neck, alternating kisses and small nips on the exposed skin. He moans when I kiss a spot just under his ear, next to his jawline. I bite down lightly and he moans louder.
In a few moments my shirt joins his somewhere on the floor and im kissing across Mikey's chest, down to his stomach,lightly trailing my lips over the skin just above the waistline of his jeans, hearing his breathing hitch in his throat. I undo his belt, slowly, taunting him. His hands fist into my hair, pulling me back up so his lips can roam my open neck.
he gets to my jugular and I feel a moan escape my lips. He smirks, but I pull back, my hands slipping into the front of his jeans. Hearing him moan as I undo the button on his jeans, feeling him shake beneath me as they come off, onto the floor of the hotel room. My thumbs hook onto the sides of his boxers, guiding them down. I can see his length even before they're off and I smirk, kissing him. My tongue goes over every plane of his mouth again, as one hand holds down his hips and the other strokes his length, slowly. I feel his moan in my mouth as I replace my mouth with two fingers. he pulls them into his mouth and then I've turned him onto his stomach, my fingers trailing down to his entrance. As I gently push them into him, he sucks in a breath. I turn his head, kissing him slowly, before I slowly begin to move them, scissoring, trying to widen his as much as possible.
But soon his slight wimpers are replaced with sounds of pleasure. When I retreat from inside him, he wimpers again, seeming upset by the emptiness. But he's moaning again when I replace it with something much better. But I don't move. I want him to be used to it before I do anything to hurt him.
"Dammit. Ray. Move." He says forcefully. And I can't help myself. So I do, slowly at first, but he's demanding faster, harder, more. So I give it to him.
I'm giving him what he asked for. I'm pounding into him, each of us close, so close. I'm fucking him senseless and he loves it. I sit up on my knees, pulling him up with me. I can feel it, I'm so close now. I still thrust into him roughly, and i take him into my hand, pumping in time with my thrusts, wanting him to come with me.
And when we do, all I see is Mikey. All I can do is ride out the waves of white with him. His muscles clench and he comes into my hand and on the bed. I gently pull out of him, collapsing beside him before glancing at the clock. Almost noon.
We'd been at it for how long? Three hours? I pull him into my arms and his arms go around my torso as I kiss the top of his head. He's mine now. Nothing can change that.
Except maybe...
"Ray?"
"Alicia?" I sit up halfway, but Mikey's already passed out.
