Micah (bxb)

Unfinished business

(Micah)

“That's it, baby, move your head up and down more. Continue to use your tongue.” I glared at Landon, wishing that he would shut up and let me do this without his instructions. But, he had to act as if I weren't a pro.

“More saliva, too dry.” Landon panted, making me chuckle.

I intensified my efforts, feeling a sense of pride in my work. Landon's breathing grew heavier, and his hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements.

“That's it, Micah,” he moaned, and I could tell he was getting closer to the edge.

The power I felt at this moment, knowing I could reduce this usually stoic man to a panting mess, was exhilarating.

Just as he was about to reach his climax, there was a loud knock on the door, causing both of us to freeze.

“Damn it,” Landon cursed under his breath, trying to regain his composure.

“Who the hell is that?”

I reluctantly pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You better answer it. It could be important.” Landon nodded, frustration evident on his face.

He adjusted himself quickly before heading to the door.

As he opened it, I tried to eavesdrop from my spot, curious about who had the nerve to interrupt us.

“What the hell do you want?” Landon snapped, and my eyes became wide when I realized that he was talking to Logan.

“I just came to check on Micah. I wanted to know if he was up for some training in the morning,” Logan replied, his tone casual but with an underlying tension that was hard to miss.

By training, he meant teaching me some more basic things about hair cutting.

Landon stood in the doorway, blocking Logan's view of the room.

“It's not the best time, Logan. We were in the middle of something,” he growled, his frustration barely concealed.

I could hear the irritation in Landon's voice and knew this conversation could escalate quickly. I decided to step in before things got out of hand.

“It's okay, Landon. I can talk to him.” Luckily for me, I was still dressed since I had just come from having dinner with Arlo, and Landon decided to get freaky.

Landon hesitated, but finally stepped aside, allowing Logan to see me. I walked over to the door, trying to appear nonchalant even though my mind was still racing from the interrupted moment with Landon.

“Hey, Logan. That sounds good, but can we discuss it later, and why would you want to do that when we are on vacation?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m a bit preoccupied right now.” His eyes flicked between me and Landon, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Sure thing, Micah. Just wanted to make sure you're still up for it. I'll see you in the morning.” He gave me two thumbs up, making me scowl at him.

As Logan turned to leave, he paused and glanced back at Landon.

“Oh, and Landon? Try not to wear him out too much. After all, he's still pregnant.” Landon's jaw tightened, and I could see he was struggling to hold back a retort.

Once Logan was out of sight, he shut the door with more force than necessary.

“That guy knows how to push my buttons,” Landon muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

I walked over to him, placing my hand on his chest.

“It's okay. Let's not let him ruin our night.” Landon's gaze softened as he looked down at me.

“You're right. I'm sorry, Micah. I just hate it when he tries to interfere, he's always fucking interfering regardless of my threats.” Landon growled out, still a bit angry.

“I know. But I'm here with you now, and that's all that matters.” I replied while smiling at him.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow, tender kiss. The tension from the interruption began to melt away, replaced by the familiar heat between us.

“Now, where were we?” Landon murmured against my lips, his hands already moving to pull me closer.

I laughed softly. “I think we were about to finish something important.”

Landon's eyes darkened with desire, and he guided me back towards the bed.

“Let's pick up where we left off, then.” Landon and I continued our little fuck session without any care in the world.

I would have to deal with Logan in the morning, it's time for me to tell him what's really on my mind.

I know undoubtedly that he wasn't going to like it, but that's his problem, not mine.