Micky's entire body shook and he buried his face in Mike's shoulder. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and he squeezed Mike's waist tightly, though the other man didn't seem to mind.
They eventually came to a stop and Micky stumbled off the motorcycle. He looked up, expecting to see the comforts of his home in front of him.
But the house in front of him was much smaller. It was a shabby one story house and the roof was practically caving in the middle.
Micky looked at Mike in confusion, and he smirked.
"Welcome to my humble home."
I went to my brother's high school orientation and oh my god
Definitely do not miss high school
I hate small children
And I have such a headache
I am definitely not a high schooler anymore
An adult
A very adulty adult
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Smoke & Leather (Dolenzmith) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionMichael is the "bad boy" who doesn't give a shit about any rules. Micky is the type of kid who's never even tasted a drop of alcohol.
