Michaels in Love (BoyXBoy) English

Chapter 8 - Season 1: Unspoken Desires

I closed my eyes, and a lone tear rolled down my cheek. My lips yearned for his, and when they finally met, I kissed him with all the love I had. Mike's eyes fluttered shut as I felt his warm, deep breaths on my skin.

His response was overwhelming—fierce, passionate, as though his lips had long been starving for mine. The air around us ignited. I found myself pressed against the door as he embraced me.

The noise outside the office was relentless—the clatter of cement pouring, the hammering and rumbling of machinery from the Manchester's construction site. But none of it mattered. Not in this moment. The intensity of Mike's kisses seemed to burn away the world outside. His lips devoured mine with a fiery longing, as if he'd been holding this back for far too long.

As he kissed me, I felt his breaths—hot, deep, and unyielding. I opened my eyes briefly and caught sight of his closed ones, lost in the madness of our kiss. His right hand braced against the door, while his left hand cradled the back of my neck, his fingers grazing my skin.

My hands wandered beneath his shirt, exploring the smooth, heated expanse of his body. My fingers reached his chest, where they found his nipples. Gently, I pinched and teased, feeling them stiffen under my touch. Mike's breathing quickened, and he responded with a deeper, more fervent kiss, almost swallowing my tongue as our passion grew uncontrollable.

For over five minutes, our tongues danced in a fiery rhythm, neither of us wanting to let go. My left hand wandered lower, cupping the firm evidence of his arousal. He gasped sharply, his voice trembling with pleasure, "Uuuuuh... Uuuuh..." and kissed me again with renewed fervor.

Mike's response only fueled my boldness. He seemed to surrender to my touch, almost guiding my hand toward the growing heat inside his pants. Our bodies burned with the need to explore every inch of one another. Just as I began lowering his zipper, he suddenly pulled away.

"Michael, stop. This isn't right," he said, his voice low, trembling with restraint.

"Mike... Why?" I whispered, my voice heavy with longing.

"Just go... Please."

The pain in his eyes mirrored my own, but I didn't press further. I respected his plea. Reluctantly, I stepped back, my face a picture of heartbreak as I turned to leave.

As I closed the door behind me, a loud thud startled me. It was followed by a guttural scream from Mike.

"Aaaaaaargggggghhhhhhh!" His voice broke through the noise outside.

Peering through the open sliding window, I saw him punch the wall, his fist colliding with a force that echoed through the office. His frustration and pain were palpable, but I didn't go back. Instead, I headed for the mall, knowing my lunch break was nearly over.

The sun was merciless as I made my way, the heat dizzying. When I finally reached the food court, Bryan approached me.

"Hey, Michael!" he greeted cheerfully, but his smile quickly faded. "You look pale. Are you okay?"

I tried to respond, but the world spun around me. Before I could take another step, I collapsed right in front of Taco Bell.

Gasps erupted around me as people gathered. Some rushed to help, and my colleagues carried me to the mall clinic.

The doctor confirmed it was low blood pressure. Exhaustion, perhaps, or stress. Sir Andrew soon came to check on me.

"What happened to you?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"It's nothing, Sir Andrew. I'll be fine soon," I assured him weakly.

"Have you been staying up late?"