"I'm so proud of you JJ, you know that right?"
They were both in bed now, with JJ on top while Mikey was underneath him, stroking his face. They would've already been having sex by now, but Mikey had wanted to express his feelings on the situation just once before they did.
"I do. That's the kind of motivation I need, you know; you believing in me. That's what I live for now."
Mikey seemed like he was about to say something else, but JJ started to use his body to put pressure on Mikey's lower reginals. He instantly paused, sucking in a breath and trying to hold back making any noise. Now that the mood was set, there didn't need to be anymore words.
JJ let the energy build, slowly getting more accurate with his positioning until his dick was pressed right against Mikey's entrance. Mikey started to twitch slightly, but didn't beg just yet - he knew JJ was just equally as eager to do this as he was.
But before they could engage any further, the doorbell rang.
The sound confused both of them. What reason would anyone have to come to their house? Mikey peered closer and suddenly recognized who was behind the door through the openings in the wood, and volenteered to answer it before JJ could even distinguish who it was. He stayed in bed as Mikey opened the door.
"What are you doing here?" Mikey asked, hiding his lower half behind the door to avoid any unnessacary questions. The person there turned out to be Tom.
"JJ was released from jail today," He started. "How are you feeling about that?"
"Well-" Mikey didn't know whether to be honest or not, due to the consequences last time.
"Happy?" Tom interuppted, glaring. "Will and Mary wanted me to ask you that question, specifically. Since you think he's some sort of saint, and that his crimes don't matter, I'd assume that's correct?"
"That's not-" Mikey tried coming up with a defense. "I don't think his crimes don't matter! I think it's something he can learn from, and plus, he was insane when he did all of that, so-"
Tom pretended to laugh, slapping his knee for the full effect. "Really? I'm definetly telling everyone about this! Do you seriously think," He put off his act for now. "That anything can excuse literal murder? It wasn't even self-defense either! Like Will said at the meeting: Either you're an oblivious idiot, or you're geuninely trying to defend murder just because you've known JJ for a long time. What are you doing to do when he comes back to this village? Welcome him back, as if he's not some serial killer?"
Being horny and stressed definetely wasn't a good combination. Mikey had tried to manage a discussion up until now, but the constant interupptions and accusations were sending him over the edge.
Just then, he heard a creaking behind him. JJ was out of bed now, fully dressed again, and was spying on Tom from behind Mikey.
"Let me talk to him." He said, eyes narrowed and lit with anger.
"Nothing good will come from that interaction," Mikey thought, his stress only building. "I don't want JJ to be mad! He's supposed to be focusing on bettering himself, not people like Tom showing up at our door! Besides, he's probably even angrier after I told him about that time he tried to attack me at the meeting!"
Tom was messing everything up. Mouthing "I've got this" to JJ, he turned back to Tom and tried one more time to defend himself.
"I just want things to go back to the way they were," Mikey said through gritted teeth. "Where me and JJ were happy together, we'd make YouTube videos for our fans, and nothing would be wrong. If there's an opprotunity for both of us to properly move on from the past, then we'll do it."
"Who's to say he won't move on? What if he can't let go of how good it felt to kill?"
"Shut up!" Mikey snapped. "The audacity you have to show up at my door after nearly beating me up last time we interacted! You being here is unnessacary and wastes time, so go! Get out of here!"
"I'll just tell everyone that JJ successfully brainwashed you." Tom kept a steady glare despite the outburst. "That you're not an oblivious idiot, just a disgusting one. You're willing to disregard the deaths of your own teammates just so you can have JJ's dick all to yourself. And don't even try to deny it-" He stopped Mikey before he could interuppt him. "Mary told me that she heard you and him having sex together the night before you all went to the ancient tower. She recorded it too. I was right; you're only defending him because you're in love with him. Well listen here, gay bitch-"
Mikey sat there, feeling embarassed and exposed, waiting for him to keep going, but they were both interuppted when JJ suddenly shoved Mikey aside and took over the interaction. Closing the door behind him, Mikey suddenly wasn't able to see any of it. Akwardly trying to find something, anything, to distract himself with, he noticed an open drawer in the kitchen; the one that held the untensils. Walking over to close it, he then saw that, one of the biggest butcher knives wasn't there.
Mikey looked at the door again. His mind instantly doubted the idea, but he couldn't help but feel the urge to check anyway.
"JJ is trying to improve himself. He wouldn't bring a knife with him for any reason; he doesn't need it."
But what he saw when he opened the door told him otherwise.
JJ had Tom pinned to the side of the house, the butcher knife in question being held against his throat. Tom was most likely in a state of shock at the fact that JJ had already been home and was listening in on him and Mikey's conversation, because otherwise, he would've been fighting like hell.
"You just don't know when to quit." JJ growled, edging the blade into Tom's throat by just a little. He was snapped out of his trance as he felt the pain and blood start to leak out of the cut, and attempted to kick JJ in the shin. But he'd seen it coming, and aggressively bashed his kneecap with his shoe, sending Tom recoiling in pain.
But that didn't stop him. He next tried to attack him with one of his hands, but JJ released the hold on his throat for just a second to slash Tom's arm, and that effectively stopped him. Less than a second after that, Mikey stopped being frozen in shock and ran forward to stop him, grabbing JJ's arm that held the knife and yanked it away. Tom instantly took advantage of the defectivity the escaped, but not before hitting JJ sqaure in the gut, sending him down to his knees.
"I am one hundred percent telling the police about this!" Tom shouted, once he was a safe distance away from him. "But not before I tell the gang! Then, I'll have Elizabeth and Sarah finally side with me as you rot in jail for attempting manslaughter!"
After he ran away, Mikey released JJ's arm and stared exasperatingly at him and what he'd just done.
"Why would you do that?" Was all he could manage to ask. JJ let the knife fall to the ground, covered his face with his hands, and started taking in deep breaths. Suddenly worried if any nearby neighbors witnessed the incident, Mikey led JJ back into the house and shut the door behind them to ensure their privacy. "JJ?"
"I'm sorry."
"Why would you bring a knife out there?"
"My mind told me to. It said Tom needed to be dealt with once and for all."
"JJ-" Mikey was on the verge of hypervintilating at the fact that JJ still had his intrusive thoughts, and worse, was acting on them. "You have to resist these thoughts, okay? It's the only way you can get better!"
"I'm trying, but he was insulting you-"
"That doesn't matter."
"It does; it's harder to stay calm when it's you who's being targeted. You're the most important person to me, and I'd do anything to protect you."
"It's okay." Mikey replied, putting on a fake smile. "Let's just spend the rest of the day together, without anymore interupptions. Since it will be lunch soon, maybe we can go to one of the resturants in town square."
"I like that idea." JJ said, smiling for real. He leaned against the wall and breathed out the last of his stress, and in that moment, Mikey wished he could do the same thing.
