Jet Black Heart\\M.C.

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+Hannah+

I unlock the door and enter into our apartment once I arrive, finding the place clean and tidied. I toss my keys into the bowl as the hum of the wash machine fills my ears from down the hall and I look around for Mikey. The door to the bedroom in open and the light is on so I start there, but I don't find him. Chewing my lip, I head to the last place he could be; the balcony.

As I approach, faint movements catch my eye and I smile. I open the slider door and peep my head out, the sounds of Mikey's acoustic dancing to my ears. My smile widens as I join him, but he has yet to see me, his head turned down away from me as he writes in his notebook.

My eyes travel over him sitting in the plastic outdoor chair in his dark wash skinny jeans and a quarter sleeve band shirt. His bare feet are grounded to the cement with a plate containing a lightly smoking joint. He has his snapback on again, either to cover his hair so he didn't have to do it after our shower or to personally taunt me. I'm not sure, but the latter is working and I feel my stomach flip in longing.

He begins to play a riff before he turns and then slightly jumps at me standing here, before he laughs and stops, "Fuck, you scared me."

"Sorry," I chuckle and walk over to him, sitting on the ground against the balcony barrier in front of him.

"It's is six already?" He shakes his head and grabs his phone to check. "Damn."

I smile and lean forward, grabbing the joint, "I can leave so you can finish."

"No," he shakes his head again as he watches me take a deep hit. "I was going to stop once you got home."

"Okay," I say and release the smoke. "Got into my stash?"

He grins at my tease and takes it from me, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." I roll my eyes and he chuckles before sucking on the small blunt and blows the smoke out, "No I just needed to relax so I could write."

His mouth turns up in the corner as he stares at me with half lidded eyes, reminding me of the faces he made last night as we made love multiple times. I hum as I lift to my knees and work myself between his legs, Mikey setting the guitar off to the side of his chair. My hands run up his thighs, my thumbs pressing into his sensitive inner thigh and he mouth drops open before he crashes it to mine, moaning at my forwardness.

I feel the pooling between my thighs at the sound as his mouth works along mine with precision, his fingertips lightly grasping my jaw. My hands meet in the middle of his legs, groping at him as they tauntingly slide up to the zipper of his jeans. He freezes to release a breath before whining at my fingers working to open his pants.

"Finally want that balcony sex, huh?" He teases, his voice raspy and breathy.

"You can have me anywhere, Michael," I whine to him and he moans a fuck under his breath before his lips attack mine.

His hands pull on me and I stand between his legs, his head dropping back to stare up at me as his hands run down my sides to my jeans. My fingers brush over his as they begin to open my pants and begin to tug on them. I whine as he shoves his hands down the back over my ass, hooking his thumb on the waistband to assist removing them when my phone rings in my back pocket.

"Ignore it," he whines, squeezing my ass and pulling me into him so his lips can attach to my neck.

"Okay," I obey as I pull out my phone to silence the call when I notice who is calling. "Wait, stop."

"What's wrong?" Mikey pulls away instantly and looks at my phone to see Shannon calling me. "Oh."

"Hello?" I answer, making eye contact with Mikey to ground myself as he gently rubs the side of my legs to comfort me.