Holy Sh*t, Did That Just Happen?! (One Shots)

How I Met My Husband part 2

BRIAN:

“Well, the hero usually doesn't ride off alone...?” Micheal Parkman drawled hesitantly, wincing and looking anywhere but at me, which was probably a good thing as I had frozen in shock. Little did he know, but he was whole reason I had realized I very well may be gay, when he had swept into our high school on Freshman year, far prettier than any girl in the whole district I had started to fall for him on the spot. He had sat so primly, his legs crossed at the knee, playing with his white blonde fringe with long pale fingers...

My friend had been picking on me and nudged me, chuckling, teasingly telling me that Mike was a boy. It was then that I saw just how obviously infatuated with him I was. I knew that, no matter how badly I didn't want to I had to become his tormenter so as not to give myself away. It got harder over the years, to the point that I avoided him at all cost and only when we were directly in front of eachother that I ever picked on him or hit him. Today though, was the day that I didn't have to anymore, today I could apologize and even if he didn't forgive me, which I was pretty sure he wouldn't I was gonna tell him I like him.

Then he shows up to school looking hotter than I had ever seen him today and I got and fall back on old habits, I ran up to him and froze when I saw his shirt, it was all just too good to be true ya know? I grabbed him up by his collar, intending on kissing him right then and there for the whole school to not see, seeming as how everyone was already inside, but then he yanks away from me and tells me how miserably pathetic I am. I came back to the moment as Micheal went to walk away, grabbing him up and pushing him back against the wall. Panic flared in his eyes, but I barely noticed. “Is that an invitation?” I growled.

“Um, no, not if it means you're gonna pound my face in.” I chuckled, bringing my face closer to his.

“Well, that depends on your definition of the phrase ''pounding your face in''.” before he could reply I slammed my lips against his, moaning at the delicious minty taste of his mouth, immediately caressing his lower lip with my tongue. He took over the kiss, threading his fingers in my hair and yanking roughly, pressing his hips to mine, making me swell below the belt. “Ah!” I cried, pulling away from the kiss to suck on his soft spot.

My hands crawled up his shirt, rubbing his sensitive nipples as he panted into my hair, unconsciously grinding his hard on against my own, escalating the event ten fold. “Brian!” he panted, “I-I can't t-take it!” I groaned, ripping his shirt off from over his head and throwing it to the ground.

“You won't have to for too much longer.” I told him huskily, he moaned and drew my face to his chest to take his nipple in to my mouth.

“Oh, please, dear god!” One of his hands lowered from my hair to take hold of my erection through my jeans, causing me to growl dangerously. I fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, fumbling over the soft denim until they were pooled at his feet, Mike took over from there, kicking them off along with his skate shoes then attacked my own pants, getting them off of me much faster than I had removed his, but to be fair, his were like a sexy second skin. He pushed on my shoulders until I was backed up against the other side of the small changing room, looking up at me through his dark blue kohl rimmed eyes seductively. “I think I know how you would define ''pounding my face in''...” then sank slowly to his knees, still looking me in the eyes as he painstakingly drew me out of my boxers and kissed the tip of my weeping dick.

“Oh, my god!” I whimpered, never looking away as he took me all the way in his mouth until I was balls deep, still staring at me. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my entire life. He gave a slight nod and I began to thrust in and out, gently at first and then roughly. All too soon he pushed my hips back until my ass hit the cold tile, bringing me back from the brink of what was sure to be an explosive orgasm.

“Not yet, big boy, we aren't close to done.” Mike let me push him back against his wall, hurriedly removing his boxers and wrapping his bare legs around my waist so that my dick was tapping his tight hole.

“Wait!” I cried just as he was preparing to sink on to me. “Aren't you..? I mean, won't it hurt if I just..?” I stuttered, unsure how to word my question. “I mean, don't we need to...prepare you?” My face burned as brightly as his own from both embarrassment and lust.

“Well, I think I might have some lotion in my bag...” he muttered, lowering himself from the provocative position and going over to his bag. Sure enough, he had coconut butter lotion packed in one of the side pockets if his bag. “Um, here...” he murmured, handing it over to me. I braced him back against the wall, this time facing away from me, his hands pressed against the tile and his ass poking out for me to play with. If I had had a camera I would've snapped a picture for later that night when I was sure to be hot and needy all over again. I poured a generous amount on to my fingers and gently rubbed the tight opening as I had seen done during one of my secret expeditions on the web then slowly pressed a little harder inserting it to the first knuckle. “Moooore...” he moaned.

I slid my finger all the way in, gently pushing it in and out as he panted into the wall. I added a second finger and then a third, adding more lotion between each finger, finally I couldn't take it anymore and rubbed the lotion on my dick. “Are you sure you're ready?” I whispered against the back of his neck.

“Oh, dear god, yes!” I tapped against his hole, desperately wanting this to be as pleasurable for him as it was for me. “Please, just fuck me already!” I gasp and plunged in to him, the little bit of control I had left gone with those last three words. “Yes!” he cried, pushing back against my cock, sinking even further on to it. I was no virgin, I had slept with more than a couple girl but nothing could've prepared me for the heat or the tightness of Micheal Parkman. I thrust in to him again and again while he moaned and writhed. “Touch me...” he begged. My hand instantly curled around his hip, taking him in my hand and stroking him roughly. “Ah, ah, ah, ah...” he panted in to my thrust.

“That is the hottest thing I've ever heard.” I told him, biting his shoulder, shaking with need, but unwilling to blow until I knew he was about there.

“Brian!” he cried, his dick thickened in my tight grasp and he screamed my name again as his cum painted the wall, arching his back and pushing against my hips as another load shot out, dribbling down on my fist. I lost it, spraying inside of him with a roar of satisfaction then slumped against his slick back. “I think I should spend the night at your house...I told my mom I was gay this morning, so I don't think she's let you anywhere near the front door.” he murmured.

“Really? I was thinking more along the lines of just moving in together.” I chuckled. Mike sat up and turned around to face me fully, wrapping his still trembling arms around my neck.

“You mean that?” he whispered.

“You know I mean it...after all what's a hero without his very own gentlemen in distress?”

And that was how I caught my husband, the man I still live with, working together on our happily ever after.

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Awwwwwww! I'm a sucker for a happy ending ^.~