The next day Mike didn't dare look at Jensen, didn't even dare to go in and ask what his schedule was so he could book an appointment with a potential partner. He just simply told the caller that Jensen was booked for the month. It wasn't like he wasn't being ignored in return, Jensen didn't so much as speak one word to him, no, how are you, or I'm sorry for fucking touching your cock. But just thinking back on it, it got him boiling to the point where he wished he hadn't left. He'd probably never get the chance again. He so badly wanted to keep kissing Jensen, to feel his body against his, to have him forever. He was still so worried about losing him, but things had changed drastically, and he knew they could never go back to before they chose to act on their longing. There was no coming back from it, and he wasn't sure there was any real moving forward.
He was pulled from his spiraling thoughts when a gorgeous woman came up to the desk, smiling bright, seeming like a nice enough woman, happy, "Is Mr. Marion busy?"
Mike would have had an instant crush if he hadn't had Jensen on his mind. She was so pretty that his words caught in his throat. He looked quickly through the window to see that Jensen wasn't on the phone. He didn't want to call in and ask if he was busy, so he simply shook his head, "No, he's not busy. You can go in."
She smiled wide, giggling, "Not going to warn him, then?"
He smiled in return, a light chuckle rumbling, "Oh, no. It's alright. Go ahead."
She narrowed her eyes playfully at him before walking past his desk and through the door. Mike wondered who she was and why she was going to see Jensen. She seemed too casual to be wanting to talk about business. He glanced through the window to see Jensen moving around his desk, and to his utter disappointment he took her hands into his and just held them as they spoke. His heart dropped. She looked like she could have been his girlfriend. He couldn't keep a sadness from overcoming him. Jensen hadn't mentioned a girlfriend, he'd had many chances to. He felt a strong pang of jealousy and anger when he saw her kiss him on the cheek before leaving. And as Jensen watched her walk through the door, his eyes happened to land on Mike.
Jensen hadn't been expecting Stacy to show up, he'd told her not to do so without warning. He had been seeing her for three years, and she just now had to surprise him. He acted like he was happy to see her, he'd always loved seeing her. But now he was torn. He cared about her, liked her lot, but he had never really felt like he was in love with her, they just fit together. He'd always chickened out from asking her to marry him, but all that didn't mean he didn't love her at least a bit. But when he saw the look on Mike's face, it broke his heart. He was filled with so much guilt that it hurt. But maybe it was for the best that it was out in the open now, maybe now things could go back to normal, he'd already fucked up, and it was clear to him now that Mike didn't exactly want what he did.
He left his office, going to Mike and placing a hand on his shoulder. Mike flinched but Jensen ignored it, "I'm leaving early, want to take a lunch with me?"
Mike sifted through papers, trying to order them by date, having dropped them on the way back from the scanner, "No, I'm not hungry."
Jensen's jaw clenched, he swallowed. So much for salvaging.
Upon arriving home Jensen got to thinking. If Mike didn't want him then why was he acting so cold after seeing Stacy. Or was he just still mad at him about the night before. His mind went in circles trying to think of exactly why Mike was upset. It was driving him crazy. He wondered if he should just fire him and move on with his life, but he couldn't do that to him, he most certainly couldn't. God, he cared about Mike, he'd just gotten him back. He had to make up for leaving him, and firing him would ruin him. He really had to stop thinking about it, but he couldn't. He needed Mike. He thought about calling him, just to explain, but he didn't know how to put everything into words. So he made the rash decision to just go to Mike's house.
He waited at the door, wondering, even though he knocked, if Mike would even answer. He knocked again, feeling anxious.
When Mike finally opened the door he didn't look too happy to see him. His stomach coiled nervously. For the first time in his life he didn't feel so confident. Mike looked disheveled and it immediately turned him on. He looked good with mussed up hair, wearing nothing but sweatpants. His eyes fell down to Mike's well-toned chest and stomach; if he were into men, it would have aroused him, but fuck, who was he kidding, he was gay for him, and it did arouse him. He never thought he'd want a man, and Mike was the perfect man.
Mike had been brooding in front of the TV, not paying attention, but he needed some noise in his head other than regret and self-pity. He didn't even know why he was so upset Jensen had a girlfriend, it wasn't like they could be a couple. It was still so fucking weird that he'd even want that. But then again, no one would have to know. But god, he was so mad that he was pining over his flesh and blood. It was so unnatural that it made him want to vomit.
When he opened the door to see Jensen his heart fluttered mutinously. He should be mad, and he probably looked like it, mainly because he just wasn't in a good mood. But part of him was happy to see the older man. Then a thought dawned on him, they had to talk, about what was going on, and about Jensen's girlfriend, and Jensen might even say he didn't want him in his life anymore. That would crush him, but might as well get it out of the way, he didn't want to be strung along. Yet he couldn't bring himself to talk, unsure as to what to say.
Jensen tore his eyes from Mike's body, opening his mouth to speak, trying to be more self-assured than he felt, "I wanted to talk."
Mike wasn't entirely sure, but he felt like Jensen was checking him out again. It almost made him blush. Almost. He glared wearily at the other man, and when the elder spoke he sighed, "Come in." He turned to walk off.
Relieved, Jensen stepped inside and shut the door. He had no idea what he was going to say, but all thought had been lost when he saw Mike, so he opted for putting caution to the wind and turned, taking Mike by the shoulder and slamming him against the wall, kissing him feverishly. He couldn't get enough of kissing him. He couldn't get enough of him at all. Mike felt limp and stiff at the same time, not exactly reacting or kissing back, but he continued to assault his mouth nonetheless. He only broke the kiss to whisper heatedly, "What are you doing to me?"
Mike was caught completely off guard. He thought this was over. But apparently not. He would have reacted more if he had been in the mood, but he was just too confused to really get into it. Though he did put at least a bit of effort into reciprocating. When Jensen pulled back to whisper those fucking words, his heart began to beat heavily, his body flushing with heat and love and emotion. He was flattered that he had this kind of effect on Jensen, that the other wanted him so badly; he felt the same way. He needed and wanted Jensen more than he could put into words. He pushed his head forward, going in for an eager kiss of his own. And Jensen met him just as eagerly.
Mike's hands went up to Jensen's hips, pulling him flush against himself. He needed the contact, and when he felt Jensen's burgeoning erection press into his own he let out a moan into his cousin's mouth. He idly wondered what it would feel like if they had no barrier between them, how intimate that would be. He craved it. But before he could do anything Jensen was breaking away, but just enough to slide his body down until he was on his knees, his hands running down along his torso until they were pulling his pants down to expose him.
Jensen loved kissing him, loved the feeling of his cock against his, how erotic it was, but he needed more. He craved so much that his head was full of ideas, ones that he thought he'd never have. So he slid down and released Mike's hardening cock, wanting once again to pleasure him. This time he hoped Mike wouldn't run away, kick him out; say that he was done. He seemed more cooperative this time.
He took in the sight of his erection. It filled him with an arousal that consumed him mind and soul. He gave it a good couple of slow, meaningful strokes as his eyes lifted to look into Mike's. Mike was staring at him with a painful expression filled with pleasure and his chest heaving. Then he brought his head forward and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking lightly. It tasted different than a woman, and he couldn't believe he was doing it, that he was actually willing to suck another man off. Just for Mike, only him. It felt so riveting to have his cousin's cock in his mouth as he slid it as far into his mouth as it would go. He was having oral sex with his god damn cousin and it felt invigorating. And as mike groaned and gyrated his hips, he knew he was doing something right.
Mike had expected them just to dry hump each other, or for another attempt at a hand job, but he was taken off guard by the downward movement, by the sudden exposure, and by the hand that was stroking him. And god did it feel good without barrier, Jensen's strong hand arousing him more than it should have. And then Jensen's mouth was on him and he took in a big inhale of air. He hadn't thought this far in, about allowing something so forbidden to happen. But he hadn't had time, nor the will, to stop him. He was inside his cousin's mouth, and it was so wet, and so fucking hot that it was him, Jensen.
By the time Jensen began to fully engulf him he was already hard, and with every suctioned pull of his lips around him, he grew even harder, until he was aching and he couldn't keep his hips from rolling. He was fucking his cousin's mouth and it was excruciating. He couldn't stop moaning, felt his chest about to burst just as much as his cock was. "Jensen, god, fuck."
Upon hearing those lewd words string from Mike's mouth Jensen hummed around his cock, his own leaking inside his pants. He never in a million years would have thought he'd enjoy sucking another man's erection into his mouth, but it was worth it to hear those sounds, and draw out those exclamations. But he suddenly pulled away and swallowed, he didn't exactly want to have to swallow cum, as much as he wanted to make Mike come. Not to mention, he wanted so much more. He suddenly stood and flipped Mike around so his chest was against the wall, grinding his still clothed member into his ass. "I want to fuck you so bad," he breathed.
Mike was in the throes of passion, climbing higher toward his peak, when Jensen flipped him around so quickly it gave him whiplash. He wanted to cry from the disappearance of that warm cavern that was his cousin's mouth. But when he felt Jensen grinding against him he wanted to whimper for a different reason, out of searing want. Those words made him shiver, his body wracked with so much stimulation he could hardly stand, let alone function, but somehow he got out the words, "Ok. Yes." Then more desperately, "Yes."
