Bad Attraction | Chris Motionless x Michael Jackson

CHAPTER 5

Rushing to his bed as soon as it was in sight, Michael yanked the cover over his head and wiggled out of his pajamas pants, a soft, muffled whine bubbling out of his throat at the shadowed sight of his erection. The arousal had dwindled slightly during the trip back to his cell, though not enough to make walking comfortable. Knowing his ass was still filled with a mix of lube and come had made the squelching sounds with each step hard to ignore, and the situation overall worse.

The embarrassing noises had drowned everything, resonating in Michael's head and in the empty corridors with each steps and in between. He hoped it had mostly been in his head and not at all in the corridors, for Steele had still walked behind him.

Michael could still feel the mixture leak out, even as he laid on his side, the sensation still strange and doing weird things to his stomach, as well as his dick.

Closing his eyes, his head resting on his arm, Michael let out a shaky breath as his fingers brushed along the side of his cock. Just a few minutes ago, it had felt like the light touch would have been enough to send him over the edge, and Michael was glad it had only been a thought of his horny, frustrated and fucked-out mind, rather than an actual possibility.

He shuddered.

Deciding to forego the featherweight pattern his finger was currently drawing, from his abdomen down to his groin and cock, sending shivers erupt along his body, he wrapped his hand around himself and focused on picturing his boyfriend.

It was easy. Alexi's hand was rather similar to his own, which had been a comfort and a great help at the very beginning of their relationship. His lubed butt and sore hole felt as if Alexi had just finished fucking him, making love to him, and now it was his turn. His boyfriend wouldn't send him away, no, he would press himself against Michael's naked back and jerk him off rough and fast, just like he liked.

As he slightly tightened his fingers around his length, Michael thought he didn't need sweet words whispered to his ear, after all. Alexi had always been reluctant to do so, embarrassed and had never known what to say, even after he had climaxed, and it was only Michael writhing and bucking and panting.

Just his boyfriend's soft, small hand, that's all Michael needed right now.

A kind touch, and sweet words he had wanted, not harsh ones spoken only to push him down and make the other feel better, stronger than him, Michael thought bitterly, his hand stroking almost furiously up and down, and up and down. Turning his head, he pressed his mouth against the bare skin of his other arm, muffling the louder, heavier pants he was letting out.

The small movement enticed the rest of his body to follow the turn, and soon he was laying on his stomach, his hand tucked near his belly, and his cock against the thin mattress, scrambling to fold his legs under him, lifting his ass slightly up.

There was no one there, no one but Ronnie snoring softly in the higher bed, but Michael's mind conjured a presence, a shadowed, comforting figure he called his boyfriend. Wriggling his hand away, he let it wander to his entrance, stroking the shivering skin along the way as the rough fabric of the bed sheet brushing against his lower back and butt cheeks brought him back an hour ago, when another rough cotton's trousers had been the ones rubbing against his bare skin. His fingers finally reaching their spot, Michael stroked them roughly over his entrance, feeling the dried mix of lube and come still there.

His hips bucked against the mattress with a punishing force and his mouth twisted in a snarl, revealing his gritted teeth. Damn that fucking fucker to the deepest pits of hell, Michael didn't want to think about him.

It was already enough trouble that he had turned out incapable of picturing his boyfriend when Chris was fucking him, for the obvious reason that his boyfriend would never do, say, fuck or treat him like that fucker did. The two men were incomparable, and Michael couldn't blend them up. And thus, he had decided to protect the memory of his boyfriend, to keep him away from their encounters, that all that was for the best.