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Louis propped himself up in bed and lit a cigarette. Being a chain-smoker, he always preferred the right side of the bed, which guaranteed easy access to his ashtray. He gave the cigarette a few taps, watching ashes falling into place with satisfaction. Taking in another drag, Louis purposefully ignored his hard-on trapped under the sheets. Given the fact that there was a younger boy fast asleep right next to him, he was not going to deal with the said problem on his own.
“ You got a pretty face, Michael.”
Breathing more smoke, Louis was remembering his own words from the night when he paraded his boy through nightclubs.
His boy, awestruck, watched him lighting a cigarette with fire sparklers. His boy, bleary-eyed from alcohol, absent-mindedly appeased him with cheeky lines under the disguise of band business. His boy was hanging onto every single word he said. And Louis was perfectly aware of it all.
“There’s a good reason that they call me Tommo the Tease”, he handed over a beer to Michael, “ and I gotta admit, it’s pretty accurate in a sense.” He rambled on, hoping he could talk Michael out of his obsession, with zero clues as to whether it worked. He was talking in semi-coherent sentences like, “ lad, I’m responsible for you”, and “ I can’t give you what you are hoping for”. Louis sighed and looked Michael in the eyes, swearing to himself that he should never break Michael’s heart.
Still, they ended up here, tangled together in the grave dug in bedsheets.
Louis closed his eyes and wandered off memory lane, trying to pinpoint the deadly wrong moment that had them end up here.
He was in the club, nauseous feelings creeping up his stomach. Fire sparklers were flashing, the crowd was twisting and turning, the drinks he lost count of weighed heavily in his system. Am I getting too old for this? Louis thought to himself, resting his elbows on the bathroom counter. He turned on the faucet, readied himself to empty his stomach content in one go.
Then—nothing happened. He was still nauseous and flushed hard. Hit with the realization that he was not going to get better, Louis lifted his head in defeat. Staring into his own eyes in the mirror, Louis took off his baseball cap. Judging from his face, some people might assume that he had been hiding away in the restroom crying his eyes out. As a matter of fact, he was genuinely happy, which would make perfect sense to an outsider. They had just finished shooting the music video for Walls, the song about his ex-lover and irreversible trauma.
God damn those teenage lovers. It was over for them. And Louis was meant to move on.
“Are you doing alright? “ Michael sneaked into the restroom, a bottle of orange juice in hand, “need some help?”
“If you make it all the way here just to tell me I should’ve been drinking orange juice, then I’m doing bloody amazing.” Louis tried to pull back his own hair, “ I’m fine, mate, I— “ He was throwing up for real this time before he even got to turn off the water. Then there was a hand, tapping on his back gently.
“You are not binge-drinking for the music video.” Dry-cut statement out there. Louis did not even try to deny it. Wiping some drool off the corner of his mouth, “I have my reasons to get wasted.” Louis stared back at Michael from the mirror. Mike lifted his eyebrow, giving him a “so what?” kind of look. His hand was still resting comfortably on the small of Louis’ back, no proactive stroking, no pulling back, simply being there to reassure.
“Breakup, that’s it. Period.”
Michael’s eyes traced down his lips, yet Louis caught him in the act. “ Me being single doesn’t mean that you can give me what I want .” He made a point to speak extremely slow as if he was reading a disclaimer off the paper. “You can’t fix my past. I can’t promise you a future either.” Louis reached over to his beer bottle, ready to make his way out. Even though he knew in his heart, he did not want to be left alone.
“We only think about this moment. “ Michael covered Louis’ beer-holding hand with his own. “ No promises, no concerns, stop caring about me.”
Louis snorted, “ Sounds like a dickhead.”
“It’s your prerogative.” Michael moved his hand to the neck of the bottle, wrangling it out of Louis’ grasp. “ So, before you get too wasted to stand straight, would you like some McDonald’s?" Towered in front of Louis, he emptied the beer and tossed the bottle in the trash. “ May I have the honor?” Michael held out his hand politely as an invitation, charming like a medieval gentleman.
“Can’t say no to that.” Louis probably shouldn’t toy with the idea of kissing him— not there yet at least. He obediently took Michael’s hand, hooking their ring fingers together. Stepping out of the restroom door, he tuned out the ear-shattering music, weaved through the dancing, trying his best to hang onto Michael and make their way out. McDonald’s cheeseburger was the only thing on his mind. ( no pickles!)
Louis lit up his cigarette outside McDonald’s, shuffling it in place between his lips then breathing in. He blew the smoke at the lamppost above his head. Looking through the white haze, he could see Michael in the store, hands tucked in his denim jacket, waiting for their order.
He tapped the cigarette in hand, ready to take another drag, then his phone went off.
“ Hello, McDonald’s delivery boy, may I please have my cheeseburger now?” Louis reciprocated the smile on the other side of the glass door. Michael had turned around, looking in his direction while on the phone.
“They’re out of fries. It’s gonna take a few minutes.” Michael’s voice came out of the phone when Michael himself shrugged his shoulders. “ You’re right to not come in, I’m bored out of my mind.”
“So calling from the other side of the door is your genius solution.” Louis joked, exhaling more smoke out into the cold night.
“ There’s that. Also -- you have no idea how gorgeous you look from where I’m standing. That’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
Louis flipped the bird towards the door and turned his back. ” You’re not allowed to see me until you bring me my cheeseburger.”
“For the record, it applies to when we’re on stage as well.”
For the first time ever, Louis felt slightly uneasy about the fervent looks on stage. He was so used to brushing it off, yet he should’ve known that they wouldn’t just magically disappear. “Seems like someone was distracted during rehearsals.”
“I strive to balance both ends.” The sound of Michael’s voice came up from behind him. A bag from McDonald’s popped up in front of Louis’ face. Disoriented, Louis stepped back out of reflex and ended up pressing himself firmly against Michael’s chest.
“You’re way too close to me.” Contrary to his words, Michael showed no intent to move away. holding up that goddamn takeaway bag, head tilted, he waited patiently for Louis to react. Louis wanted to resist the urge and tell him that they could get papped, yet the tension in the air paralyzed him in place. Another few seconds passed, burnt cigarettes hit the sidewalk, they stayed trapped in an empty street, waiting for each other to take the next step.
“ You never actually gave me an answer, Louis — are you willing to claim your prerogative?” Michael dropped his hands slowly, bracing himself for rejection. “ If you don’t —“
Before Michael stepped back in defeat, Louis scrambled over to kiss him at the corner of his mouth. Resting his hand on Michael’s neck, Louis could feel bounding pulses underneath his fingers. “Just for tonight.” He stressed it again like a mantra, to remind himself, “just for tonight.”
Almost as if these words flipped on a light switch, Michael squeezed the paper bag tight, wrapped his hands around Louis’ waist, and pushed him against the lamppost. His hands outlined the curve of Louis’ body hidden underneath the loose white T-shirt. He kissed Louis back with genuine passion, pouring in more effort each and every time. “Patience, boy,” Louis said in between kisses, “ stop being nervous, relax, it’s just kissing”, while guiding Michael’s tongue and lips to the right places.
It took a good minute but Michael finally blinked open his eyes. He saw light sprinkled all over Louis’ face: caught on his eyelashes, slid down the tip of his nose, tracing his tiny freckles, trapped between his lips, accentuating his untrimmed stubble, settling on his lust-blurred eyes. He kissed Louis one more time per his instruction, worshiping his lover like it was his first time seeing the light.
“I’d like to eat my burger and fries before they get cold.” Louis untangled himself from their kiss, covering Michael’s mouth with his hand, “ No more kissing until I’m done.”
It was past 2 am. Sleep was an overrated afterthought when skin contact took priority, stripping off all clothes before entering the bedroom being the ultimate goal.. Louis mindlessly dropped the McDonald’s bag on the floor, kicked back the door, fervently reached up for Michael’s kiss. “ Fuck,” Louis moaned into Michael’s lips. Michael spread his hands under Louis’ butt, lifting him with his back against the wall. Dragging his tongue across Louis’ teeth, “ you are still tasting like beer and cheeseburger”, he said.
Louis burped out loud untimely, “fuck.” Louis turned his head sideways, blushing up to the ears, “ what a goddamn accident. Fucking mood killer.”
“ That means I did a good job feeding you.” Michael giggled, rubbing his nose on Louis’ face. Dropping a tender peck on Louis’ cheekbone, “ I like it, for real”, he said. He shifted focus to the softness on the side of Louis’ neck, showering the sensitive skin with repeated light kisses, followed up with gentle sucking below his jawline. His hands lingered on Louis’ butt, where tentative caress progressed into a full-on squeeze.
“ Bite me,” Louis commanded, his crotch rubbing on Michael’s across layers of jeans, “ do whatever you want to me, Mike, Hmm...ah...hmm...” He pulled Michael in close, tugging on his necklace until there was no space between them. “ Mark me up, make me yours for the night.” He could feel Michael’s teeth digging in, Michael’s hands reached in his pants, fingers tracing his hole. “ Fuck, Mike... Fuck...” He breathed heavily into Michael’s ear, “ your rings...”, pulling on the ring on Michael’s Necklace, Your rings fucking everywhere...”
Louis was still staring at the rings on Michael’s hand. The cigarette had burnt out before he noticed. He tossed it away, slowly breathing out. He was the instigator of the late-night, the seductive Siren of the early AM, luring that boy into giving a part of him away.
He reached his hand into the sheets, mindlessly tugging on his own semi-erected penis, recreating what the young boy did last night. His movements were rusty and out of rhythm. Louis was not even sure what he was going for. He took a deep breath and paced up, fueling his desire with sexual fantasy, starred by the boy lying right next to him. He was dedicated, pleasing Louis with everything he got. Louis was convinced multiple times that this could be the death of him. He was respectful, asking for permission along the way until Louis ran out of patience and flipped him off. He showered Louis with heartfelt compliments and endless kisses across his abdomen.
And there were the damn rings, the metallic touch when he spread Louis open. That ring pressed against his shaft, rubbing on the sensitive bits along with the hand movements. Fuck, he even stopped Michael when he tried to take them off. His body trembled to the obscene mental images, sweet moans spilled out of his lips following the thrust of his hand. He felt his orgasm approaching, pre-cum leaking. Until someone else's hand pressed down on top of the sheets, stopping his movements.
“Tommo the Tease, huh?”
Fuck, it sounded like a genuine question and a rhetorical one at the same time. Michael kept the pressure on his hand, looking straight into Louis’ eyes.
“ I didn’t want to wake you.” Louis could feel his body overheating, his legs giving out, his erection dying for release under the sheets. He tightened his grip, fuck... he was unable to think about anything else at all.
“But I don’t want you to do this alone.”. Michael lifted the sheets and shuffled, positioning himself between Louis’ legs. In one swift motion, he took Louis’ shaft all the way in his mouth, maintaining eye contact with Louis, forcing him to sit and watch the very show he put on.
“God...” Louis let out a silent gasp, he grasped onto Michael’s hair, kept on thrusting deeper up his throat. Michael gladly took it all in.
“ This is your prerogative, my queen.” He remembered from last night when Mike took his hand. The present-day Michael was teasing his lower belly with feathery touches and toying with his sac with the other hand, milking out Louis’ passion, desire, and soul straight into his throat. Louis’ legs shivered with Michale’s head caught in between; his upper body bouncing up and down in the rhythm of Michael’s movement, frozen mid-way in the air, his toes curling into the sheet until he had nothing left to give.
Louis guided Mike’s body forward, pulling him up so they were chest to chest. He settled Mike’s head on his shoulder, brushed his hair to the side, and planted a reward kiss on his forehead. “ Thank you. I thoroughly enjoyed my prerogative tonight. “
“ I love—“ Mike tried to speak up in his raspy voice, but Louis shushed him with a finger on top of his lips. “ Wait until tomorrow to tell me.”