𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄.. - 𝐩𝐫𝐧 & 𝐦𝐣

chapter one

"So... Michael?" Prince queried as Michael began to bite his cheek once again, overwhelmed by tons of emotions.

The extreme star-struck feeling hadn't exactly subsided, but Michael was trying his best to keep himself composed, his cheek biting technique working really well to slow the racing of his heart in his chest.

"Yeah, it's Michael." He smiled brightly, clasping his hands behind his back.

"What made you take the bus all the way out here?"

"Well I bought the tickets a while ago and I didn't exactly want them to go to waste." He half-lied, thanking God his blush barely showed on his cheeks.

"What's your floor number?"

"0-0-0."

"You must've been first in line." Prince smiled to himself as he applied eyeliner in the vanity, sitting in his dressing room chair.

The truth was that he found Michael attractive-- Very attractive, but he also looked dangerously young. 5 years younger than him young. Prince had experimented with a few guys on the road before, but none of them really compared to Michael. His smooth skin, high cheekbones, bright smile. All of it came together nicely, making him surpass Prince's ridiculous beauty standards.

"Yeah- Yeah I was." He said nervously rubbing his palms together.

Prince found Michael's stammer cute, it displayed his nervousness, and so did his constant stare at the floor, intertwining and playing with his fingers whenever he got the chance.

"How old are you Michael..."

"Jackson, and I'm 21."

He can barely catch a beer at a bar.

"You're young, don't you have homework to be doing?" Prince teased, a smile creeping onto his face.

He was a bit scared thinking of someone so young in such a perverted way, but he couldn't help it, especially with the looks Michael was giving him, indicating that it was mutual.

"I'm a college graduate actually. Fine & Studio Arts; I'm a professional art restorer."

"So a painter with a degree?"

"You can put it like that."

Michael felt a bit slighted by Prince's remark, but he didn't let it show on his face, he just pursed his lips, still in disbelief that he was actually in Prince's presence.

"Do you think you could paint me?"

"Possibly." Michael said, cocking his head to the right, wondering what Prince's sudden interest in Michael's art was all about.

"Don't look at me like that." Prince remarked, pulling his eye down to properly do his eyeliner.

"Like what?" Michael queried innocently.

"Undressing me-- With your eyes."

He could tell?

"If you wanted to see me naked you just had to ask Michael." Prince remarked, causing Michael's heart rate to speed up.

"You're a straight man, why on God's green Earth would I ever do that?" Michael questioned, his tone steady.

"Because I wanna see you too." He shrugged standing up from his seat beginning to walk toward Michael, placing his hands on his waist, the material of his t-shirt so thin that Prince could practically feel his skin.

"You wanna what?"

"See you naked. Are you gonna show me what you look like?" Prince chuckled breathily, their faces so close that their noses brushed against one another's.

"W- We just met, and I'm not like that." Michael stammered, his heart racing feeling Prince's breath on his lips, as he bit his bottom one, growing more impatient the longer Michael's clothes stayed on.

"Do you want me or not?" Prince queried, his ego hurt that the 21 year old rejected him, but Michael's fantasies replaced logic, causing him to nod.

Prince began to kiss Michael's neck, pushing him back onto the wall, one hand on his ass and the other on his print pressing hard against his jeans. Michael let out a muffled grunt as his hips jerked forward, grinding onto Prince's hand, his body tensing as he came close to coming, before remembering that those jeans were his best pair. Prince was hot, wanting his clothes off then and there, forgetting that he had a show in a few minutes.

His hands reached for his belt, trying his hardest to unbuckle it as Michael whimpered desperately, waiting on the buckle to finally come loose so he could do whatever Prince wanted.

"You're just so young this feels-"

"I'm grown." Michael said, wavering most of his doubt as he rested his elbows on his shoulders.

"Undress me." He said to Prince, his breath uneven before closing the gap between their lips, passionately, his hands meeting Prince's lower back.

The banging on the door however distracted them, scaring Prince a little, yet reminding him that he had a mic check to do.

"You stay here." He said to Michael.

"In here?"

"You can come out once I'm on stage, but make sure you're back here before we leave for the hotel, because I'm not done with you. Can you be discreet?"

"I can be whatever you want."

-END-

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