IF I WOKE UP NEXT TO YOU `` [mickey][M]

[zane dominic mercer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] FUCK THE PAST; THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HAND The Words: lazy The Outfit: click The Notes BOYFRIENDS he could feel that the same problem that the pair had the night before was going to be becoming a much more frequent thing than he had originally anticipated. not just from the own growing problem in his pajama pants but at the sounds elicited from his boyfriend's mouth with each beautiful moment of friction shared between the two of them. this wasn't usually a problem. usually he was able to say no and tell the person to get off of him or leave and kindly respect that he didn't want to feel like this. but god, he never could say 'no' often to mickey and now that he had the chance to be close to him, telling him to go away just wasn't an option. telling him to get off wasn't going to happen because his body felt so nice fitted so perfectly against his own. and though he knew that this wasn't going to be able to last without one of them exploding or snapping or whatever was going to happen, he didn't want mickey to stop, either. it felt too right. and it wasn't just his body talking either. it was his mind; it was his heart. everything about mickey made zane want him, made him love him, and the idea of just repeating the previous night over and over and over until they were ready for sex wasn't such a bad idea if it meant he at least got a few moments where his body was intertwined with this man's. he loved mickey, everything about him, everything about the way he felt and acted around him, the way that everything felt just so much better because it wasn't just anybody he was with. it was him. it was mickey james wilson, his best friend. his boyfriend. the love of his mother fucking life, practically the second father to his almost five year old daughter. and fuck he had never felt anything like what it was like to have mickey lying on top of him like that, their hips pressing together, moving just so to earn pleased noises from his lips. he knew it would have to end soon. remedy would interrupt them and the last thing he wanted was to talk to his daughter when he was too aroused to even think. then they'd have to get up and shower and mickey would make breakfast with his baby girl while zane brushed his teeth and toweled off and got dressed and then they would have to find a babysitter and go to work. as a couple. his heart fluttered at the thought, actually fucking fluttered, and it was enough for him to imagine the look on jagger and cain's faces when they broke the news that those two weren't the only pair of faggots in that shop. and fuck nothing ever felt so right as thinking of telling their friends and family and what their reaction would be and hell, he'd have to call his parents and let them know him and mick finally decided to give up on the i-don't-want-you game and become something more spectacular than he knew was even possible. and it was all just so...exciting. every last part of it. he moved into the touch of mickey's fingers, returning his kiss with another moan on the tip of his tongue that he could feel vibrating straight down to his toes as he pulled up against his boyfriend tighter, his movements a little more lustful and insistent than he meant them to be. he just couldn't help himself with mickey - it was nice to be able to share in the moment, to feel him at last. "anything to work between your legs," he mumbled with a teasing smile against mickey's lips before catching them in another kiss, happy to grind his hips up with a happy hum of contentedness before he pulled away with a few final pecks on his boyfriend's lips. "but speaking of that, rem will be waking up soon and happy as i am to show her how happy kitty is making her daddy, this," he raised his hips against mick's again, "is not what i mean by happy." he kissed him again in spite of himself, though, his fingers moving through his hair. "we should probably get out of bed." but god did he not want to. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[mickey james wilson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6F434E; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #2F2E2E;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl renee/zane - too many words - ily or wtfever this was going to kill him. jesus christ. it was bad enough that he wouldn't be able to have sex with his boyfriend for god knows how long. but this, fucking, this teasing, the way that they were touching one another, the way that mickey could feel just how much he had an effect on zane, and he was sure that zane could feel his own arousal. all of this, it was too fucking much. it was going to be the death of him and he knew it. there was no way that he was going to survive without either jacking off a stupid number of times a day, or simply just knocking himself out. because, fuck, he had always known that he found zane to be sexy. he had always known that he wanted to fuck his best friend. he had always fucking known how much he'd wanted this with zane. but he hadn't even known just how much of a fucking tease zane could be, and how much torture he was going to go through until the unknown day when zane decided that they were ready to have sex. mickey, was going to die, that was what he was going to do, he was just going to fall over dead. and he could've sworn that zane was perfectly fucking aware of what he was doing to him. he was trying to kill him. that's what this was. but fuck, if he wasn't more than pleased with the touching. with the way that zane so wonderfully responded to his own touches, to his kisses. mickey could've sworn that he'd never been with someone who seemed to be so into what was happening as he was. sure, he'd had a lot of sex, with a lot of people, and fuck if he wasn't a whore because of it all. but it was always so straight forward with those people. just wham bam thank you ma'am. there wasn't that option there with zane, though. no matter how much he wanted to just get rid of the last bits of clothing that were keeping them separated and stop this torture, he knew he couldn't. because, zane had a rule. and as much as mickey hated that fucking rule, he wanted to be with zane. so they were left to these teasing touches. to these lusty kisses, and this barrier that mickey knew he couldn't do anything about. not yet at least. but fuck if this wasn't hard. the way that zane moaned, the sounds that he made, mickey was sure that he had never heard sounds so wonderful in his life. and fuck, there was a part of him that didn't care who knew about them. there was a part of him that really didn't give a fuck to get out of bed, even though he knew that they weren't going to have sex. he wanted these touches. he wanted to be able to touch his boyfriend, and the rest of the world could fuck off, because, he was finally getting to touch zane. to know the feel of having him under him. to know just what his lips felt like against his own lips, and other parts of his body. he had zane, the one person he had never realized just how much he wanted and needed, and all he wanted then, was to never have to leave that bed. and if it were anyone else but remedy that was causing them to have to move out of bed, well, they could just fuck off. but, rem was important. so, he could get pissed about having to stop what they were doing for remedy. but god damn if pulling away from zane wasn't going to be the hardest thing in the world. especially with the way that he was moving his body, and mickey responded with the same amount of lust and need in the way that he rolled his hips down into zane's. and really, with the words that came from zane's kissed lips, there was no way that mickey couldn't switch their positions ever so slightly. "fuckin tease," he whispered before moving to straddle his hips. a moan louder than the previous ones came form him when zane pressed up given their changed positions and he returned the kiss more than happily, along with the pecks, small breathy noises coming from him. even with the mention of remedy, though, he didn't move. "i think we've got a little bit more time to just lay here," he spoke in a husky whisper returning the kiss as he rolled his hips. the suggestion to get out of bed, though, caused a pout to form on those kissed lips of his and he dipped his head down to nip at zane's neck playfully. "i dun wanna get outta bed," he damn near whined. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

[zane dominic mercer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] FUCK THE PAST; THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HAND The Words: lazy The Outfit: click The Notes BOYFRIENDS god damn it, he should not be encouraging this. he shouldn't let mickey get away with doing these things to him. he had just woken up, seriously just woken up and already he felt like ripping mickey's clothes off, saying fuck it to whatever rules he had in place, and keeping him there in bed until he learned what the consequences of doing this to him really were. but he couldn't do that. he couldn't do that because he'd been calling mickey 'boyfriend' for less than twenty-four hours. hell, he'd been calling him boyfriend for less than twenty-four days! and as much as he loved his best friend and the long while that he had been waiting to get him in a position like this, he just couldn't let that get the better of him. he didn't want to have sex with mickey until he knew that it was worth it. until he knew one hundred percent that mickey wasn't having sex with him because he wanted sex but because he loved him and he wanted to further their relationship and he wanted to prove to him how much he loved him. that was when they'd have sex. they couldn't have sex before that. he couldn't let this man win. and it was awful to think about it like that. he knew it was. but that was sometimes how it felt. like mick did these things to push him. but even in doing that, he knew this was a mutual effort. he knew that even if it was mickey straddling his hips, it was his hands that came up to rest on the curve of mick's own. he knew that while mickey pressed down against him, it was his hips that were rolling up. when mickey kissed, he responded; when mickey stayed on top of him, he didn't dare tell him to move. every part of this was mutual, every part of this was something they both wanted and that made it harder than anything for him to even keep his convictions straight. usually moments like this were one-sided. but he'd wanted this for so long, had imagined it so many times before that it was difficult for him to feel mickey's lips like that and even remember his own name. he could feel his breathing start to get more erratic as mick rolled up against him again, could feel the tension building in his core below his bellybutton, a constant fire that was making it incredibly hard to tell up from down. he could only focus on mickey and mickey's lips and mickey's body and mickey mickey mickey. he was beginning to have a one-track mind, a mind that thought of nothing but his best friend and how he felt and how he tasted and the noises he made and the fact that he was his now, his and only his. and fuck if he even wanted to think of anything else - his daughter, his job, breakfast, showering. fuck, anything was just a distraction from this and a distraction from mickey was a horrible distraction indeed. it was all he could do to just say 'fuck it' to the talking and kiss him until mickey had sucked the very breath he needed to breathe out of him. and when mickey spoke like that, it was so hard to focus on getting out of bed. it was so hard to even consider telling this man to move, to get off of him, hard to think that he had to take care of the effects of that morning's actions by himself without the assistance of the one man he wanted - needed - more than anything else in the world. small, breathy moans were pulled from his lips when mickey nipped at his neck, and he tried to keep himself from grinding up against him again but all it managed was a jerky sort of movement that just made him look and feel more sexually frustrated than before. "mickey," he moaned out quietly and his fingers dug slightly into his grip on his boyfriend's hips. "five minutes, okay? five minutes or i'm going to explode." and god was that the truth and he whimpered quietly as he rolled his hips up again to get some of that blessed friction he so badly desired. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[mickey james wilson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6F434E; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #2F2E2E;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl renee/zane - too many words - ily or wtfever truth be told, mickey was a little shocked that zane was letting things go this far. they were pushing that line that zane had put there when they'd gotten together the night before more than he was sure zane had let anyone push that line before in his life. mickey knew zane, he knew how he was in relationships, and where he had no problem with affection, and simple kisses, and things like that early in a relationship, mickey was quite sure that he'd never done anything like this so soon with someone. for as much as zane had told him that he wasn't going to get some sort of free pass when it came to them getting intimate, the actions that were coming from both of them, the way that zane so easily and happily responded to mickey's moves, it made him feel like he was an exception in some way. then again, they had known each other their whole lives, so he was bound to get a little bit of special treatment compared to the other people that zane had dated. and if this was the special treatment he got, well, fuck, he wasn't going to argue it. even if it was going to leave him with quite possibly the worst case of blue balls know to man when they finally did detach from one another. but that wasn't happening yet, he was still able to enjoy the feel of zane's arousal so close to his sensitive spot. he was still able to kiss him in a way that was far from innocent. and zane was kissing him back. and he was pressing back into all of mickey's touches. and for fuck's sake, all thoughts that zane wasn't a sexual creature had well and left mickey's mind, because here was the proof that zane was quite possibly as sexual as mick himself was. he was just much, much, better at controlling himself. even if it didn't seem like he was right then and there. right in those moments with their bodies pressed together as they were, and the moans coming from them, they were far more like teenagers than grown men. but mickey didn't care. this was all too right, it was all too just perfect. and touching zane, kissing zane, teasing zane, fuck, it was the best sexual experience that he'd ever had in his life. and lord was that saying something. especially given that they weren't even having sex. it was that fucking spark between them. it had to be love. for mickey, a man who had never believed much in the power of love, there was no other way for him to explain why just this heavy petting with zane was sending him more over the edge than any of his sexual experiences ever had. and fuck, he knew if he said that to anyone, even zane, they would laugh at him. maybe not believe him. but it was the truth. because every kiss, every touch, every press of hips or of fingertips into his skin, it was enough to send him over the edge. and the way that zane jerked his hips up into him, causing mick to give his own roll of his hips and a growl like moan to vibrate against the skin of zane's neck. god, mickey was going to blow. he was just going to explode. how could this torture go on, and yet, there was nothing in him that wanted to stop him. because it meant touching zane. because it meant being close to him. because it meant that he was able to feel his body so much in contact with zane's own. he didn't care about the torture, all he wanted was zane. a wicked sort of grin too over mickey's lips at his boyfriend's words. "five minutes," he repeated before kissing him heatedly, his fingers going into his hair and hips moving into the press of zane's own pelvis in a circular fashion to create more friction between them. this was torture, he knew it was for both of them. and hell, maybe he was going to cream his own boxers before those five minutes were up, but he didn't care. because, this was the effect that zane had on him. this was something he had avoided for years, but it was so damn real, and it was there, and they were finally letting it happen, and in some way all of that turned just so damn erotic that there was no stopping it. but fuck if he wasn't going to make the best of those five minutes. fuck if he wasn't going to move his kisses away from zane's own pout so that they could travel down the column of his neck leaving soft bites, then to his shoulder, before licking across his collarbones to give the other side of his upper torso the same attention. he had five minutes, and he was going to make the most of it. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

[zane dominic mercer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] FUCK THE PAST; THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HAND The Words: lazy The Outfit: click The Notes BOYFRIENDS this was a bad idea. this was a very bad idea. he should have known by giving mickey a time limit, a specific amount of time for them to mess around, it was only going to encourage his boyfriend to push him that much farther. the strangled moan that mickey pulled from his lips with the undulation of his hips was enough to nearly set him over the edge. he felt that moan in the tips of his toes and his fingers, he felt it rattle every inch of his body and he knew then that he was done for. if mick was going to keep that up for five minutes, there was no doubt in his mind that he wasn't going to last and he was going to be doing laundry that day and his favorite pair of pajama pants would never be looked at the same again because shit this makes the second time mick had nearly soiled them and it looked like this time his boyfriend was actually going to succeed. but somehow he couldn't find it in him to tell his boyfriend to back off, to take it easy please just for this five minutes because if this happened it would basically be like cheating his rules. the words wouldn't form on his lips, they got caught somewhere in his mind and shifted into little moans and small, breathy pleased noises at what mickey was doing that he was only half-way aware of making. something about this being mickey was enough to just make him think that maybe bending the rules just once for this one night would be okay. then they'd be fine and he'd tell mickey that they couldn't do this every morning and then...their relationship would be fine and they could carry on as normal. they just had to do this once. to get it out of their system so to speak. it had been ten years of wanting this, after all. they just needed a little relief. that's all. after this, he would tell mickey that they needed to control themselves. but they just needed this. he had dreamed of lying like this with mickey for years, since before he really understood what sex entailed in a relationship. he just knew in those young naive moments of his teenage years that when he used to have sexual fantasies, they usually included one man and feeling exactly like he did then and there - like if he was pushed even slightly further then he could reach the point of no return and it would take just a few more seconds until he felt that familiar pull in his stomach, the build-up and finally the release, the perfect feeling of pure bliss that he had imagined mickey bringing him to over and over and over. and maybe it was still just the secret teenage fantasies replaying in his head but zane couldn't find it in him to deny himself or to deny mickey any of this. not anymore. so he returned his kiss with fervor, with a fire he didn't know he had as he pressed up insistently against the rolling of his best friend's hips. when mickey pulled away from his lips, he was surprised by the needy, lustful sounds of his own moans, the hoarseness of his voice as he groaned out, "jesus fucking christ, mickey," and buried his fingers into his best friend's hair, tilting his head and pressing up into mickey's body as if separating would kill him. he should have taken that time to tell him to stop but he just bucked his hips against his with a faster, jerkier motion as he stopped thinking about technique and just about getting them both the desired friction that they both so desired. he knew it was bad to lose his head - but with mickey james wilson, he was gone. common sense didn't matter and he knew it would probably bite him in the ass but hell if that would keep him from his growl-like moans or the way he made mickey's name sound like the most erotic thing in the world as he breathed again, "shit, mick, that's....shit." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[mickey james wilson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6F434E; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #2F2E2E;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl renee/zane - too many words - ily or wtfever all control had gone out the window. all desire to keep himself from pushing this as far as he could was gone. because he had five minutes. he had five minutes to do almost whatever he wanted with his now boyfriend, and what he wanted was for them to get off. even if it wasn't in the exact way that he really wanted. if he had it his way there would be no clothes involved in what they were doing in those moments and there most certainly wouldn't be any disconnection between their groins. but he couldn't have that. not yet, so he was going to settle for this. and he was going to settle in making his boy feel that release whether zane liked it or not. because it had been ten long years of this. ten years, of dancing around each other. ten years of not giving into what they both wanted. ten fucking years of mickey wanting nothing more than to bring this man pleasure and never being allowed to. now, he was going to take what he could get. which was a lot more than he had ever gotten, and he was going to be damn happy about it. and it didn't seem like zane was going to be stopping him from what he was doing. for once, zane was just letting himself have something with mickey. for the first time in ten years zane was at least allowing himself this, and fuck, mick was so happy for it. so happy that he could at least have this. it wasn't sex, but it was just as good as sex as far as mickey was concerned. which really, was a strange thing given that mick was such a sexual creature. and given usually when he didn't get sex he got pissy as all hell. but this, it wasn't sex, but it wasn't bad. not bad at all. just to have zane reacting to him how he was. and raising his hips into his own circling pelvis, and the friction that it was creating. it was all so fucking much and it was making mickey's head spin. as he kissed zane he let his imagination wander. he let himself think that there were no clothing between them, and when zane pressed up against him, he imagined what it would actually feel like to have him inside. mickey didn't have a lot of things, he didn't have a lot of smarts, or anything like that, but he did have a good imagination, and with the real thing so close it wasn't hard to imagine. the taste of his skin was better than he could've imagined, though, and part of him was sure when the lip lock was over that he was going to tell him that he had to calm down, that his hands needed to stop wandering over his torso. that his lips and mouth couldn't kiss along his skin like that. that his hips needed to calm themselves. but he didn't stop him, he didn't tell him he needed to stop, he just let out those words, which caused mick's moves to match zane's own jagged movements. and with those last words mickey's hands went into zane's hair and his hips moved faster as he kissed his boyfriend in a rough way. and then a loud moan erupted from mickey and the grip on zane's hair tightened as his whole body went rigid for a moment. mickey pulled away from the kiss and collapsed against him resting his head on zane's shoulder his breath coming out in pants instead of any kind of smooth moment. "fuck," he muttered before kissing on zane's neck. "i'm gunna need to borrow a pair of boxers, z," he let out after a few moments with a small chuckle as he lifted himself up again so that he could kiss him. never before in his life had he experienced something like that. never before did he think he would ever be able to experience something like that. it only made sense though, that he would be able to experience something like this with zane. the love of his mother fucking life, and really, the one person he had wanted above all else his entire life. "i love you," he let out in a whisper before collapsing against him again. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~

[zane dominic mercer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] FUCK THE PAST; THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HAND The Words: lazy The Outfit: click The Notes BOYFRIENDS he loved mickey, plain and simple. that's why he let him do this, why he was letting his usual scruples fly out the window for this man. he loved him. not that he didn't love all the people in his other relationships, because sure as anything, he eventually grew to love them and they grew to love him and that was when they finally had sex. or made love, he supposed. but it was different with mickey. it was different because this wasn't love the way that love was with them. this was it. this was the real thing, true love, forever, the only love he was ever going to need for the rest of his life. he'd known it before he'd known that he needed it, before he knew that he wanted mick, he'd known that mickey was his forever. his constant. the only man he was going to be with forever be it in a relationship or some other way. and now that he had him like this, the only thing that he could think of was forever. and how this feeling of being with this man was forever and how one day they would be able to have sex the way they'd always wanted do and then that would be forever too. because he had faith in this. he had faith in mickey, in their relationship, in it lasting more than just a few hours. he trusted mick. and so he let his rules fly out the window and god he didn't regret it at all. the way mickey felt pressing against him was more intense than he knew simple rutting and friction could be, felt better than anything he'd experienced before in his life. the moans that left his mouth and were torn from his vocal chords couldn't be helped and were the very indication of the effect that mickey had on him. every touch felt magnified, like he became hypersensitive to feeling so long as it was mickey touching him. as mick's moves got as jerky and arrhythmic as his own, he could feel that familiar pressure in his gut, the seizing of his muscles as everything became rigid, and then the release, the sweet beautiful release that came after with the knowledge that he was going to have to shower and do laundry before remedy got the opportunity to go snooping - or anyone else had the opportunity at that. but he couldn't think about that then. he could only think of the sound mickey made as he came, the feeling of his body as it collapsed on his own exhausted figure, and he took a moment to catch his breath and try to make some sense of what had just happened in his mind. when he did calm down a little bit, he wrapped his arms tight around his boyfriend and smiled slightly to himself. that was bad - god that was very bad and he shouldn't have done it and he could feel his heart pounding at the knowledge that they had, though that could also have something to do with the sexual release he'd just experienced. it was just that...god, no, now he had a glimpse of what being with mickey was like, just a hint of what he'd be getting in a relationship with him and it felt so good but it was so bad, so bad of them to have done that... but he couldn't get that off his lips either, just like earlier he couldn't get himself to say no to mickey. he could only focus on the fact that mickey just told him he loved him. of everything he could have said or done after this, after they had gotten this pleasure, mickey's first words weren't insistence for more, but to say he was going to need to borrow clothes. and then to tell him that he loved him. zane lifted his chin to kiss him, slow and soft and tender and so opposite of what they'd just been doing and pulled away to hold him close and pet his hair lovingly. "i love you, too," he said, his emotions in a thousand different places at once, and the world still didn't seem to be making sense in the aftershocks of what he'd just allowed to happen. "so much, mick, you have no idea." he rubbed his back in slow circles. "but yeah, we're both in need of a change of clothes." he smiled and held him closer. "let's just lay here for a second though. we still have a few minutes." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[mickey james wilson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, background-color: 6F434E; width: 420px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #2F2E2E;] two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl renee/zane - too many words - ily or wtfever mickey was in heaven. and he was exhausted. and he could've easily gone back to sleep in the arms of his boyfriend right then and there and been more than happy. mickey could've spent the rest of the day just laying in his arms not giving a damn to even change his clothes if it meant being able to be close to his boyfriend. and fuck if he didn't love calling him his boyfriend, even if it was just in his mind. because zane was the sexiest man that he had ever known in his entire life and he loved him more than he ever knew that he could love someone. more than he knew was even possible for him to do, because, face it, mickey wilson was an ass hole who didn't love anyone but himself. but he fuckin loved zane. and he loved laying with zane. and being with zane. and knowing that he was going to be with zane for the rest of his life or until zane really did get tired of him. fuck, mickey hoped that day would never come. because this was perfect. hell, he hadn't even been able to touch zane's bare dick and he was satisfied. and he had no idea how he was either. because mickey had never been simply satisfied by something as simple as some bumping and grinding in his life. then again he had never came from just bumping and grinding in his life. that had to say something for how much zane meant to him though. that so little nude contact could make him feel so amazing. so perfect. so loved and just fucking, happy. he was happy though. even with the need to change his clothes and take a shower, he was happy. and it was all of because of the man under him. the man that was holding him and loving on him. holding him close and making him feel safe in a way that he didn't know he had never felt safe before. and knowing, just knowing that he had brought zane the same release that he had felt. feeling the wet sort of warmth between their bodies and just knowing that he had brought his boyfriend the same release that he'd had, it was wonderful. it made him feel like he was the king of the world. like he had done something right for the first time in his life and that right thing that he had done had been giving his boyfriend the pleasure that he deserved. and fuck if this beautiful man didn't deserve to be pleasured every now and then, fuck if he didn't deserve to have every pleasure that mickey could give to him. or well, that zane would let him give to him. zane was the biggest prude that he had ever known in his life, and fuck if it wasn't a little shocking that he was allowing even this to happen between the two of them. and it had been just completely beautiful. mick returned that soft kiss placed on his lips with the faintest of moans, but lord knew he was too exhausted to really get back into anything again right then. the release had been more exhausting than anything he'd ever experienced in his life coming from such little actions. and the smile that settled on his lips, it was something lazy, something loving, something that only zane would ever be able to put on his lips. "i think i have a bit of an idea," he spoke in soft tones before chuckling softly and then kissing on his chest taking a moment to bite softly on his nipple. "do you think that we can get away with taking a shower together. or will it be too much of a temptation for you," he purred in teasing tones before capturing his lips in a soft kiss again. oh how we found the same old fears TEMPLATE BY BROOKE~