Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 80

"Hmmmm," I mumble slightly as I feel something nibble on my skin. The roughness of the hands running down my waist told me exactly who it was, which just made my entire body relax. "Michael, I'm sleeping."

"I'm not," he chuckles, exhaling deeply and it's then I realize what is going on. Michael didn't even sleep over last night, as he went out to a few bars with Ashton and someone I actually didn't know (I did make sure it was a guy, and not a girl who would hit on him)

I can clearly smell the alcohol on his breath, and I know exactly what stage he is in. There are a few stages of Michael when he is drunk, which I quickly discovered after I turned 21.

First, there is the silent Michael who just started drinking. He never really drinks all too fast in this stage of drunkness. But once he does he gets to stage number two.

The drink-as-much-as-you-can stage. This one doesn't last more than a few minutes, probably anywhere between 2 and 7 minutes, maybe 10 if I have something to say. That's where he spends most of his money. I think at one time, he used $200 in those 5 minutes. Some of the drinks were for me though, but still.

Stage three is his hyper stage, where he wants to dance no matter how terrible he is at it. Which is terrible, unless it's Gangnam Style... which exactly isn't his strong side either. He's pretty good with Whip/Nae Nae, compared to his dancing skills.

Stage four is where he begins to get a bit tired from dancing, and that is where he begins to get touchy, and his dancing is mostly holding me closer, which quickly escalates to stage number five.

Stage number five is where he begins to get really horny. Like really really. Most of the time this happens while we're on the dancefloor, as he has begun to grind himself up against me.

Stage six is a lot like stage five, besides the fact that the alcohol has made him, well, unable, to do his business. Alcohol is a numbing drug. There is a long way from stage five to six, and he's only ever been there twice while drinking with me.

Right now, he is in stage five, which I can confirm by what's pressed against my thigh. "Michael," I say, trying to hold in the moan as he sucks on my neck. He doesn't respond to me saying his name, and I try to say his name again, but fails horribly as his hand squeezes my ass, making the moan escape and he knows he has me in the palm of his hand.

"That's right," he whispers into my ear, his accent thick and sexy, sending shivers through my body that I am almost sure he can feel. "You're all mine baby," he chuckles a bit, which is another sign of him being drunk, as he becomes quite childish as well.

Which is actually stage seven of his drunk-scale. It's when he acts like a child and completely impossible to cooperate with. Luckily, I've only ever seen this once, but according to Calum, it's happened quite a lot when they were in London.

I don't say anything as I have work tomorrow and could really use the sleep, but drunk and horny Michael touching me places I am actually beginning to crave is making it hard for me. He probably knows me well enough to figure out this battle, even when he's drunk.

His hand a certain spot is leaning me towards staying up though.

I don't know what I'm doing before I feel myself turn my head so my lips are pressed against his, before I press on his shoulder so he lays down on the bed as I straddle his waist. I mean, I know I am not going to resist this in the long run, so might as well stop battling with myself.

The look on Michael's eyes are priceless, a childish sparkle in his eyes as I remove the shirt I am sleeping in, so I am completely topless, before I lean down to press my lips hard against his. He chuckles through the kiss, knowing he's won, before his lips move against mine as well. His hands cup my breasts, moaning through the kiss as my hands are busy removing his shirt. Once it's removed, I work on his jeans while he starts to kiss my collarbone.