Michaels in Love (BoyXBoy) English

Chapter 10 - Season 1: The Rusty and Dusty Old Truck

Thank God for the moonlight, or he might not have found me. "My Michael..." His voice trembled, pleading.

His words hung in the air as he pulled me into a tight embrace. I felt the shake of his body, the way he clung to me like I was his lifeline. I could tell he was holding back tears, his grip tightening with each second. Yet, all I felt was warmth spreading through my chest—a happiness I hadn't realized I longed for. His hug was enough. No apologies were needed.

I hugged him back, our bodies pressing closer as the emotions between us deepened. Mike pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. His hand cupped my cheek, wiping away the tears I hadn't realized had fallen.

"These eyes, your beautiful, romantic eyes, should never cry," he murmured. "I'm so sorry for what I did. It wasn't my choice—it tore me apart. I was so worried about you. That's why I followed you... to tell you that I love you, Michael. I love you so much."

"Mike..." His name escaped my lips, soft and trembling.

"Shhh..." he hushed me, placing a finger against my lips. And then he kissed me.

It was soft at first, tentative, as though he feared it might be the last. But then, he kissed me again, and this time, it was filled with desperation and love. His lips captured mine, whispering promises without words.

I surrendered to the warmth of his kisses, letting him guide me. His lips traveled to my neck, leaving a trail of heat that made my heart race. The faint scent of his sweat mixed with something uniquely his—a scent I wanted to bottle and keep forever.

His hands slid down my back, caressing and gripping, igniting sparks everywhere he touched. He pressed me gently against the side of an old black GMC pickup, his body firm and unyielding against mine. I could feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal, and it sent a jolt of electricity through me.

We climbed onto the truck bed, and he laid down, pulling me over him. His lips sought mine again, and the kiss deepened, setting my entire body on fire.

Dust clung to our skin, grease threatened to stain us, but none of it mattered. Nothing else existed except us—our breaths, our hearts beating as one.

Mike's shirt came off first, followed quickly by mine. The cool air brushed against our heated skin, but his touch was the only thing I felt. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, rediscovering, reclaiming.

I could feel his heart pounding beneath my hand, his chest rising and falling in tandem with mine. His arousal pressed against my thigh, throbbing with need.

"Mike..." His name was a prayer on my lips.

He looked at me, biting his lip in that way that drove me crazy. My hand brushed against his face, and I leaned down, pressing my lips to his neck. I tasted him—salt and heat and desire.

My lips moved lower, finding his chest, his firm muscles, his crimson nipples. I teased him with my tongue, my hands kneading, caressing, claiming. His deep groans filled the night air, each sound making me bolder, hungrier.

"Hahh... Michael..." His voice cracked as his head fell back.

I kissed my way across his chest, leaving my mark—a small, faint red trail. He gripped me tighter, pulling me closer, as though afraid I might disappear.

His hands found the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down below my knee, as I worked to completely remove his shorts. My skin burned where he touched, every graze of his fingers leaving trails of fire.

"Mike... oh God..." I moaned as his lips found my neck again, this time more insistent. His hands wrapped around me, grounding me even as I felt like I might float away.

The night was ours, bathed in moonlight and the raw intensity of everything we couldn't say but could only feel.

His manhood stood tall and proud, over seven inches of raw intensity. Perfectly sculpted, the flush of arousal gave it a vibrant hue that sent a thrill down my spine. As my hand traced its heat, its pulse, I couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped my lips.

Mike reclined, his body surrendering to my touch, his back arching as I stroked him, slow and deliberate. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each exhale a symphony of desire.

"Uhhhh... hahhh... mmm... ahhh..." Mike's moans filled the air, an unfiltered expression of his pleasure. They pushed me further, urging me to continue, to lose myself in him.

My shorts slipped off, forgotten in the heat of the moment, and his hands moved with intent. They found my arousal, strong and unyielding, and he teased the tip, spreading the evidence of my longing across his fingers.

Our eyes met. His lips curved into a smirk before he brought his finger to his mouth, tasting me. The sight was electric. I trembled as his gaze held mine, a silent invitation.

Taking his hand, I mirrored his movements, drawing his finger into my mouth. He shivered, biting his lip as I teased him, never breaking eye contact.

He pushed me back gently, his body leaning over mine as our fingers intertwined. The cool night air brushed against our skin, but the heat between us made it irrelevant.

Our arousals met, sliding and pressing together in a tantalizing rhythm. The friction, the rawness of it, left me gasping.

"Mike... oh Mike..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He groaned in response, his hands exploring my body, claiming me with every touch. As he lifted me slightly, we found ourselves kneeling, facing each other. Our lips met once more, our bodies moving in a dance as old as time.

The moment was ours, suspended in the cool, quiet night, filled only with the sounds of our breathing and the rhythm of our hearts.

Our lips met again, desperate and unyielding, as though we could pour every unspoken word into each kiss.

Our hands found each other's bodies, touching, exploring, stroking. He guided my face lower, until I was kissing his perfect six-pack abs, tracing the contours of his body with my lips.

I could sense what he wanted, what he needed. His arousal was undeniable. My tongue followed the trail of heat, leading me to him. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing manhood, its size and heat overwhelming in my grip. My gaze lifted to meet his, and I saw the raw hunger in his eyes.

Slowly, I took him into my mouth. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before—the heat, the size, the intensity. The taste of him on my tongue sent a thrill racing through my body. I worked my lips around him, savoring every moment, every inch I could take.

"Shiiiit... uhhh..." His groans reverberated through the night, filling the air with his unrestrained pleasure.

I focused on him, letting my hands and mouth move in perfect rhythm. The sounds of his pleasure—the hitch of his breath, the low growls escaping his throat—urged me to keep going. My hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer, as my tongue teased and stroked.

I felt his hands in my hair, his fingers trembling as they moved. My free hand traveled lower, finding the firm curve of his backside. My fingers explored, pressing gently as I felt him shudder beneath me.

His breathing quickened, his moans growing louder. "Michael... I'm close..." His voice was hoarse, barely audible through his gasps.

I increased the intensity, my lips and hands working in unison. With one final gasp, he released, his body shaking as he surrendered completely. His climax was overwhelming, his cries echoing into the night.

"Michael... oh, Michael..." he whispered, his voice full of love and reverence.

He collapsed back against the truck bed, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. I watched him, my heart swelling at the sight of his smile—soft, content, perfect.

"I love you," he said, his voice filled with an emotion that left me breathless.

"I love you too, Mike," I replied, leaning in to kiss him again.

He pulled me closer, his hands finding their way to my chest, caressing, teasing. I felt my body respond, the heat building between us once more. His lips found mine, and we lost ourselves again in the rhythm of our love.

The moon watched over us, silent and eternal, as we gave ourselves to each other completely, the dusty old car a witness to a love that burned brighter than the stars.

He pulled me closer, guiding me to my knees, bringing me face-to-face with his angelic features. I stared into his eyes, and for a moment, I felt my knees weaken. His beauty was disarming, almost otherworldly. I still couldn't believe that we had found each other again, that this moment was ours.

His hands moved to my chest, gently brushing over my skin, teasing my reddened nipples. My eyes fluttered shut as a deep, shuddering breath escaped me. His touch sent sparks of electricity through my body.

"Uhhhh... Mike... oh, Mike..." My voice trembled with the overwhelming sensation.

He leaned forward, capturing my lips with his once more, before letting his kisses travel downwards. His lips skimmed my neck, my collarbone, then lower still. I felt his breath against my chest as his tongue traced lazy circles over my sensitive skin.

The way he teased, licked, and sucked made my heart race, my body responding instinctively. He moved with purpose, his hands finding their way to my arousal. Slowly, deliberately, he stroked me, his grip firm but gentle.

"Ahhh... Mike... oh God!" I gasped, my head tilting back as the sensation built. The stars above seemed to spin, their light blurring as I surrendered to his touch.

He paused only to meet my gaze, his lips quirking into a daring smile before continuing his descent. His kisses trailed lower, each one leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His teeth grazed my skin teasingly, his eyes locking with mine as he whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too, Mike," I managed, my breath hitching as his hand moved to cup my desire.

The warmth of his hand sent shivers up my spine, the gentle pressure of his fingers both soothing and maddening. My body arched, unable to resist the pull of his touch. I gazed skyward, catching a glimpse of the full moon, its glow a silent witness to our connection.

His other hand traveled down my back, tracing the curve of my body before resting on my hip. The sensation of his fingers, coupled with the anticipation of his next move, left me trembling.

And then, without warning, I felt the heat of his lips against me, taking me in. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of heat, pressure, and pure bliss. I couldn't hold back the sounds that escaped me.

"Mike... oh, Mike... oh God... yes!"

He worked with a precision and passion that left me breathless, every movement drawing me closer to the edge. The night dissolved around us, the world fading until there was only him, only us.

The moment stretched, eternal and fleeting all at once, until it built to a crescendo—a release as bright and consuming as the stars above.

To be continued...