Bad Attraction | Chris Motionless x Michael Jackson

CHAPTER 12

It had been several weeks, now, since Michael hadn't felt this uncertain before coming to Chris' room for the evening. Though his rather recent clammy hands and restless steps could have been mistaken by the outsider eye for uncertainty, Michael was more than well-aware it was absolutely not the case. Quite the opposite, actually, not that this was either better or worse.

Those signs, that appeared mainly in the presence of Chris, until Michael managed to quiet them down or hide them well-enough, were accentuated tonight. He had never liked being in the presence of annoyed, disquieted people, when those people were ones he... well, when he cared about them.

He cared about Chris. It was okay, and it didn't mean anything. Better to acknowledge some things, to better control and suppress any urges that'd follow suite, he had decided, than having everything pour on him in the worst moment, care rooted too deep to rip out. It was normal, the care, just from one fellow human being to another -- and like Michael kept repeating himself, the sex was great.

But there were boundaries, hills, gates and barricades between this and other things that would never be crossed. The line was still there, and they were both -- for he remembered very clearly the flash of panic in Chris' eyes, when he had been talking about Michael's feelings -- very against crossing it, this Michael trusted almost with his life.

Besides, he wasn't stupid enough to catch feelings for a man who despised humanity and lived surrounded by so much thorns and glaciers, with standards so high no human would ever stand as tall as to meet, let alone breach them. A thousand hearts and human warmth wouldn't be enough to unfreeze that cold, and his own heart belonged to Alexi.

As long as the two remained clear and distinct in Michael's mind, and he kept in his mind the goal of their shared brighter future, and with better sex on top of it all, then everything would be fine.

Steele eyed him one last time, the same furtive glance he had thrown his way since he had come to get him, brows pulled together like he was failing to solve a puzzle, before unlocking the door and stepping aside. "I'll stay on the other side," the guard said, head jerking to the left, to his usual waiting spot, "let me know when you're done. And pass the hello to the boss, 14.9.2 S."

Michael hummed noncommittally. The guard had started to use him to deliver messages of this sort - in other words, short, inconsequent ones, though he gathered Steele must have a reason, counting on the misguided belief to be upgraded to something more interesting than serving as doorman for the fuckboy.

However, he barely had the time to step inside, glance around the room and frown when he found it empty, which was unexpected to say the least, before he was pushed backward and against the closed door with an oof.

As if rising from nowhere, Chris pressed against him, and Michael had barely the time to glance at his tense features before Chris buried his face in his neck, and bit. His heart started to pound erratically as the sting was accompanied by a thigh shimmying between his own and the drag of it against his crotch, sending sparks of anticipation and pleasure along Michael's body.

Something felt different, though, and Michael gulped as Chris kept his face in the crook of his neck, but not to mouth and lick at the no doubt about-to bruise skin. "You're mine, handsome," he murmured, "all mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, and mine to have."

An unknown hand came to squeeze at Michael's heart, the pain the words brought with them so acute it made his eyes fill with tears and he screwed them shut. This was a dangerous path, and he didn't want to follow it. Michael remembered the deal he had made with himself and, with a shaky breath, he protested. "Don't," he said, his voice as shaky as his breathing and the words soft, "you can't say that." It was a reminder, to him also, another agreement to just forget the words were spoken or thought, and to go on their merry way.