Fuck. He tastes like vodka and strawberries and inhibition and smells like aftershave and sweat and sex. I usually wouldn't do something like this but this is Michael fucking Clifford and I'm just tipsy enough and he's sucking THAT spot behind my ear and I don't care. I can't care. I need this.
"Are you sure?" He asks me between pants and dear God it's so hot and I can't do anything but nod. And all of sudden he's rolling off me and digging through the pockets of his discarded jeans and I'm cold because he isn't on top of me anymore. "Fuck." He whispers, and I look over to him sitting up, one hand on the bed and the other tugging at his own hair and I want nothing more than for him to get back on top and let me pull his hair for him. "Do you have anything? I don't have anything?" He says frantically and I smile because he wants this just as much as I do and then I realize what he's saying and I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut because why the fuck do I have to be so unlucky??
"I can pull out." He sounds desperate now and if I were sober maybe I would be able to resist but my mind is fuzzy and everything is michaelmichaelmichael and I slur something along the lines of "yeah okay just please". And then I'm warm again and everything becomes MICHAELMICHAELMICHAEL.
And then he's just holding me and i'm too hot but in the best way possible. And I feel his heartbeat and it's so good and soon I am asleep.
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Good Mistakes
FanficBad decisions, a walk of shame and a secret. Or the one where Michael doesn't have a condom and everything goes wrong (right?).
