Fix You

XI.

Michael's POV

I'm still pissed about the way my dad treated me at dinner but that shower calmed me down a bit. I wipe the condensation from the mirror and admire the pale figure looking back at me. I feel so frustrated. Everything has been stressing me out lately, and though my dad's insults were expected, they didn't help. Between the band and getting used to being home; not to mention I haven't beat off in awhile. I'm just full of frustration and I'm hoping spending hours watching Game of Thrones with Alex will help a bit. I reach down for my clothes to change into and realize that I forgot boxers. Shit. I wrap a towel around my waist, mess with my hair a bit, and head to my room to get boxers. "Sorry I took so long," I say opening the door. I look to Alex and she has her head buried in her hands, crying. My heart starts to hurt as she sobs harder. "What's wrong!?" I ask, feeling genuinely worried. She doesn't say a word. Instead, she runs to me with puffy eyes and wet cheeks, and presses her lips to mine. I was in no way prepared for this but I can feel the fireworks go off in my stomach. I hungrily grab her waist closer to me and wrap my arms around her back. I don't know why this is happening but I don't mind that it is. She pulls my lip between her teeth and I can feel my dick throb. She rests her hands by my hip bones and in my mind, I'm hoping this towel doesn't drop right now. She pulls away sniffling and I'm speechless. "What was that for?" is the first thing that comes out of my mouth. I don't know what drove her to kiss me and I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that it actually happened. I grab ahold of her face and look into her eyes. She continues to cry and pulls me in for a tight hug. She doesn't seem bothered that I'm still wet so I squeeze her tight and just let her cry against my chest. I bring her to my bed and start to run my fingers through her hair to calm her down. "I'm here, Alex. It's all going to be okay." My words make her cry harder and my chest is starting to ache terribly. I've never been able to handle seeing her cry. I don't know what's wrong or what to say, I have a boner, and I'm overwhelmed with stress now more than ever.

"Alex, I'm gonna be honest with you. . ." I say, awkwardly I'm sure. "I have a huge boner right now and it's super uncomfortable so can I get dressed quickly?" She breaks into laughter, wiping her eyes and I feel so embarrassed. But her laugh is like music to my ears. "Actually no, you can't." I'm so confused but I don't want any of this to stop. She gets up and stands between my legs, laying me back on the bed, still silent. She takes off her flannel and leans in to kiss me again. Our tongues meet and she must know that she isn't helping this boner situation. My heart is racing as I let her take me over. My breath is hitched and she hovers over me. "I wanna help you, Michael." She whispers to me, in between our kiss. I swear I feel my heart stop as she seductively kisses down my stomach. She can't mean. . . Fuck. Is this really happening?

I still want to know why she was so upset just five minutes ago but for some reason my mind is elsewhere. She looks so confident and in control, my mind is blown. She removes her jeans and neatly puts them at the end of my bed. Before I can even tease her about it, she begins palming me through the towel. This is really fucking happening.

I can't help but feel guilty thinking she's seconds away from blowing me because she feels like she owes me something. But she kissed me so maybe she just actually wants this. It's all really confusing but I can't slow things down. I want this so bad. "Wait, are you sure you're okay with this?" I can't help but let my nerves get the best of me. "Michael, relax." She says softly, with the prettiest smile. She removes the towel from my waist and her eyes go wide. "Jesus, Michael." She moans the words and I try not to smirk like a douchebag. I suddenly don't feel as awkward being naked in front of her as I thought I would. She takes me into her palm, stroking a few times and my jaw drops. She crawls up my body and gently kisses my lips, her hand still stroking me. We haven't broken eye contact yet. She has my full attention. She plants kisses all along the side of my neck and sucks hard on the skin near my collarbone, surely leaving a few marks on my pale skin. "Hmmm, you're fucking sexy." I whisper as I feel her bite lightly on my ear. I'm physically melting under her touch. She slowly kisses down my body eventually stopping by my happy trail and kissing me there. She licks up the side of my dick and then bobs her head down slowly taking me completely in her mouth. "S-shit, Alex." She looks up at me with a sparkle in her eyes, swirling her tongue around the tip. Her mouth feels so warm around me and I could come just from the way her ass is in the air right now. The head of my dick hits the back of her throat and my legs tense. I have all to do not to buck my hips and shove myself deeper in her mouth. "Ah fuck, yes. Keep doing that babe." I softly groan. I move her hair from her face to get a better view and my eyes shutter as the ache in my stomach becomes more apparent. She plays with my balls a bit and I let out a loud moan. "Fuck babe, I- I'm close. I don't wanna cum in your mouth." I can feel the pit in my stomach and my body is on fire. "I want you to Michael. Cum for me." She whispers, her lips swollen. Holy shit. Her words are enough to drive me to the edge and I spill down her throat, hard. "Ah fuck, fuck." I pant and my whole body is sweating. A huge wave of relief overcomes my body. She licks every inch of me and I can't keep my eyes off of her. This honestly feels like a dream and I'm going to wake up any second now. "You taste amazing." She says, biting her lip.  Goddamn. Who the fuck is this girl? Whoever she is, she has me completely wrapped around her finger.

"That was the most amazing head I've ever gotten, I'm not gonna lie. But you didn't have to do that." I find myself still trying to process everything that just happened. She interlocks her hand in mine and smiles. She looks so exhausted from crying yet still so beautiful. "I wanted to, so bad. And you have a sexy moan, by the way. So shut up." I don't exactly know if she was expecting me to return my favor but her smart mouth is turning me on so it's worth a try. I lay over her on my bed and lean in to kiss her again. She holds onto my neck to deepen the kiss and I mess with the hem to her white tank top. I feel her smile into the kiss and run my fingertips just above her panties. She immediately grabs my hand and sets it away. "You don't have to worry about me. I wanted this to be all about you." It kills me but I respect her decision. I try not to look as crushed as I feel. I put on my black gym shorts and my usual cut up tank. There isn't any awkward tension filling the room but I'm just trying to understand everything that happened. Why she was crying her heart out when I walked into my room. Why she hasn't said a word about why she was so upset. Why she kissed me. Why she wanted to blow me but wouldn't let me return the favor. I can't help but feel like I'm missing something. I start to feel lightheaded and my shoulders feel weighed with stress once again.