The Babysitter- A Mike Dirnt Fan Fic

No Such Thing As Care-Free

I struggle to get the last box out of Mike's truck, and he  eases past me, picking I up easily.

"Is that the last of it?" He asks, closing the door with a thrust of his hip.

I check one last time, and nod.

"Yep" He smiles approvingly, and I open the front door for him.

I close it behind me, locking it, and I don't get very far into the living room because my boxes are taking up all the space.

Mike stands looking at all of it, his hands on his hips and sighing.

"I'd love to get all your things set up, but I'm exhausted" I nod, my arms crossed over my chest and just taking in the view. I would be living here for a while after all. I better start getting used to it.

He grabs my arm, plopping us down on the couch where he kisses me quickly.

I chuckle as he pulls away.

"So, what do you want to do first in your new residence?" He wraps an arm around my shoulders, and I lean into his side, my hand on his chest.

"We could do a lot of things. We could make something to eat, we could watch tv, we could kiss-" He doesn't let me say anymore, making me giggle.

"I like your thinking, lets do exactly that...and maybe a little bit more" He grabs the side of my face as he kisses me, and the familiar tongue tries to dominate mine.

He pulls away suddenly, and I pant as I watch him run up the stairs.

"What are you doing?" I was surprised by his "all of a sudden" movements, and he yells something that gets muffled by the walls.

He runs down the stairs, almost tripping once and making me laugh so hard that my sides hurt.

He chuckles with me and I pretend to wipe tears from my eyes as he throws the box of condoms on the coffee table.

"If you keep laughing at me then you won't get dick like you were hoping for" I get on my knees, making a pitiful face.

"Please, no, anything but that!" He makes a confident face, and I smirk as he picks me up, laying me back down on the couch.

"Lets do this thing"

****

"Yu know, now that I think about it. You've never fucked me on a couch before" He kisses my forehead, pulling me close to him.

"Don't worry, babe. As long as your living here, I'll do my best to make sure that you get fucked on every surface possible" I make eyes at him.

"Promise?" He laughs as he nods.

"I promise. C'mon, lets go get something to eat. I get hungry when I'm horny" He jumps up, pulling on his clothes, and I do the same.

"Oh, don't we all" He just stares at me, and midway through putting on my bra, he takes it off of me and attaches our lips again.

"Round two, huh?" I pull him back down with me, straddling his waist as I pushed our centers together, making him moan.

In between careless, incomprehensible words, our clothes are off again, and I'm slowly easing myself onto him.

I moan at the feeling of him, his hot pants music to my ears.

His words, like most of the time are mumbled and incomprehensible, and his head leans back as I rock my hips.

Whines leave my throat as I feel my walls clench, and he allows me to fall apart on him.

"Now for food" After calming down and catching our breath, I agree.