Alone Together (Gallavich)

twenty-four

ian

My back was up against the front door, my wrists being held down by Mickey's strong yet careful hands. The train rambled on outside and sirens wailed in the distance as the two of us moved in unison both with our mouths and our hips, which were now pushing up against each other as well. I could feel Mickey's heart beating as our chests grazed together but it didn't hold either of us back, especially not Mickey, whose tongue was battling with mine for dominance, and was clearly winning might I add. It was clear that there was a mix of passion, fear and relief filling the air; a mix that never came out in the times Mickey and I had made out or had sex before. There was something different this time. I didn't know exactly what it was or what was going on in Mickey's head but it was clear that whatever it was, it was pushing the boundaries that we had kept up for ourselves the last few months. We were behind closed doors but it wasn't the same - we weren't hiding anymore

After a minute or two, I couldn't handle the restraints on my hands anymore so I roughly pulled away from Mickey's grip and let my fingers wrap in his hair, pulling his head closer to me, if that was even possible. With his now free hands on my back, Mickey began moving me away from the front door and into the living room. Not once did we pull away as we stumbled to the bottom of the stairway in the dark. I pushed Mickey up against the wall, craving our bodies to be closer, my hands still tangled in his slicked, black hair. All of a sudden, Mickey began biting down on my lower lip, causing a small moan to escape from me as I pulled his hair tighter and moved us closer against the wall in response. His hands were making their way down to my shirt's hem, his mouth rotating from biting on my lip to running his tongue against my teeth. I could feel my knees beginning to give out in desire, so I made the decision to continue up the stairs. Slowly, I guided Mickey up the first few stairs, removing one of my hands from his head and running it along the wall to keep our balance as our eyes were both shut and our bodies were still up against each other. When we got to the break in the stairs, Mickey turned us around, my back now the one against the wall and our legs standing in between each other's. His fingers began slowly grazing under my jeans and my shirt, sending a chill down my spine as it usually did when Mickey was urged me on. I pressed my lips into Mickey's even harder, moving my hips along with them so that my thigh was rubbing against his jeans. The feeling of Mickey's body twitch slightly under my movements only provoked me to continue, guiding us up the rest of the stairs as my hands moved to cup his face.

The second we were up the stairs and in my doorway, Mickey's hands were tugging at the hem of my shirt, so I, for the first time in what felt like hours, pulled away and replied to his hands' request, yanking my shirt off and throwing it to the side before moving my fingers to the buttons of Mickey's shirt. We both were panting heavily after not having separated since we first got home. Our eyes never lost each other's however as I finally unbuttoned Mickey's top and pulled it down his shoulders and off of his arms then ripped off his undershirt even faster. Instead of forcefully moving back together to break the distance between us and resume the intensity from a minute ago, Mickey grabbed my hands, his icy blue eyes never leaving mine. Our bare chests moved up and down heavily, my heart beating rapidly in both anticipation and lust. I tried taking in the moment as I waited for Mickey to make the next move but I found myself getting so caught up in his gaze that my mind simply would not waver from his facial features. Quickly, almost by accident, I caught Mickey glance at my lips, only causing my knees to buckle again slightly. I wanted him so badly, but after what had happened not even a half hour ago, I restrained myself so that it could be Mickey who decided what to do next. Finally, his mouth opened as he moved his chest into mine, closing the gap between us.

"I love you." Mickey whispered softly, almost as if he hadn't said it at all, like it was just a breath. With that, my self control was broken and, taking one last look at Mickey's face, I smashed my lips into his and moved the two of us onto my bed, our fingers still interlocked. Placing our hands next to Mickey's ears, I began forcefully rolling my hips against Mickey's, letting my tongue roam free in his mouth, asserting any and all dominance I could over the man under me. I ran my hands up and down his arms slowly, trying to memorize the feel of his skin and muscles under my finger tips. Disconnecting our lips, I moved to Mickey's cheek, planting hard kisses all along his jawline, sucking down a little as he pressed his hips and chest harder into mine. When I got to his neck, I made it a point to use my teeth on his skin just enough to make a difference from the impact of my lips. My hands, still pinning down Mickey's, continued to feel around his arms, gripping his muscles whenever my mouth would stop in a certain spot on his neck. Small moans escaped Mickey's mouth, his arms tensing up when I'd bite down, causing me to practically pound my hips into his. My mouth continued to roam down Mickey's body, eventually making it to his waist, most likely leaving behind trail marks. The only light in the room came from the street lamps outside, but it was a game of touch, not sight, that Mickey and I were playing, so it didn't make a difference.