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long way home (michael)

"One, 21 guns. Lay down your arms, Give up the fight. One, 21 guns. Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I …" You and Michael sang as you drove down the street making your way home.

"Mikey. That was the turn. You missed it," your head turned, staring at the street that lead to yours.

He smirked, “I know, Y/N. I was thinking we’ll take the long way home.” His eyes shifted back to the road. “Your faith walks on broken glass and the hangover doesn’t pass, nothing’s ever built to last, you’re in ruins,” he sang.

"Okay," you hesitated. "Any particular reason why?"

"I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to be wasting my time alone." He leaned over and kissed you while you two were at a stop sign.

Your boyfriend of now nearly 6 months was still full of surprises. His antics never stopped to amaze you.

"Fine. I don’t really have any reason to be home so, let’s go back to that place in the middle of nowhere. The one that you and I used to go to." You smirked at him. You knew what he wanted.

"Sounds good." His eyes lingered on yours for a second until finally returning to the road. He switched lanes and got onto the highway that would lead you to the park where you guys had made more memories than you can count.

The first time we ended up there it was because he got distracted while talking to you about nothing and he’d gotten lost. We were stuck in the middle of nowhere.

"We’re here," Michael breathed. He leaned over and put a heavy kiss on your lips.

"Do. You. Still have. That. Blanket in. The. Trunk?" You asked through kisses.

"I think so," he let out as he pulled back from your kiss. "You check. I’ll turn up the headlights, is getting dark. I’ll meet you out there."

You hopped out of the car and ran back to the trunk. Luckily the green blanket, nearly matching Mikey’s hair, was still in there. You grabbed it and laid it out in front of the car. Michael turned the headlights up and you could see him rummaging through the middle console. He got out of the car, stuffed something into his back pocket and rushed over to you.

You two wasted no time getting into the action. His lips met yours and they only broke for a moment to take off your shirt.

You tripped over a root and fell backwards into the blanket dragging Michael with you.

"Smooth," he teased as he in buttoned your pants.

You pulled off his shirt exposing the pale, muscled skin underneath. He’s lips moved from yours and started making their way down your neck. You groaned as he hit your sweet spot. You rolled the two of you over and started kissing his chest whilst you unbuttoned his pants. His bulge was growing. You snickered as you pulled down his pants and continued kissing his chest.

Removing his boxers, you have him a few pumps. “Fuck,” he moaned. You smiled and wrapped your mouth around him.

Hollowing your cheeks, you began to suck. You took his whole into your mouth, rubbing the remainder that you couldn’t fit. He let out a few swear words until you let off to breathe for a second.

"Wait a minute. Your pants aren’t even off yet," he panted. He flipped the two of you back over and removed your skinny jeans and underwear.

Attaching his tongue to your clit he started swirling figure eights. You moaned. You could feel his smirk in your body. He pulled you back into a sitting position. His lips meet yours and you could taste yourself on him. With one hand he reached back and unclasped your bra. You quickly shed it. He inserted 2 fingers from the other hand into you and began pumping, never breaking the kiss. With the hand he used on your bra he started playing with your nipples, rolling them between his calloused fingers.

His lips moved to your neck and you let out a moan. A ball formed in the bottom of your stomach. Your breathing picked up as he pumped his fingers harder. Another moan escaped your lips. “No. Not yet,” he whispered in your ear.

He removed his fingers from you, locked them, and broke all other contact. “No, please,” you whimpered.

"Not yet," he said. He grabbed his pants and pulled out a condom he’d stashed in his back pocket. He put it on and hovered outside your entrance.

"Mikey, please. You’re such a tease," he smirked then finally inserted himself into you.

You moaned his name. He started to thrust, pulling himself fully out then back in again.

"Let me ride you. You’ve for all the work," you panted.

The two of you switched places. You started to move back and forth causing Michael’s breathing to increase rapidly.

"Y/N, I’m close," he gasped.

"I know," you moved faster.

"Y/N!" He screamed. You felt him fill up the condom and rode him through his high.

Once he was done he flipped you back underneath him and started going. His hands latched onto your hips and pushed them into the ground. You’d be tender tomorrow. The ball in your stomach came back. Your vision blurred. “Mikey,” you groaned. He didn’t stop until you were done.

He flopped onto his back next to you, both of you were breathing hard.

It was now completely dark. He removed the condom, tied it, and set it off to the side. You both stood and redressed. Looking up at the stars you hooked your arm around his waist and laid your hard against his chest in a standing hug.

He looked down and kissed you, “Glad we took the long way home?”

"Absolutely."