Confrontation - Chapter 7 What if?
Title: Confrontation - Chapter 7 - What if?
Author: hf_pocus
Pairing: Henry/Mike
Rating : 18 and up
Spoiler: None
Warning: M/M- M/M relations
Summary: Henry and Mike wonder about what will happen if Vick finds out.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Blood Ties they are the property and creation of Tanya Huff. I do this for fun and make no profit. Enjoy J
Henry leaned his back against the head board his arm placed leisurely behind his head, a content grin on his face as he watched Mike button his shirt.
“You know I can not help but wonder what you are thinking?” Mike asked, giving Henry a playful glance.
“I am thinking …” Henry’s smile broadened as he paused for a moment..“ How surprised I am with you Mike - not to mention how content I am.- I never thought -- not once.” He shook his head in disbelief.
“Neither did I Fitzroy.” Mike grinned a slight blush rising on his cheeks..
“You are still going to call me - Fitzroy?” Henry playfully pouted, half rolling his eyes.
‘Habit…sorry.” Mike chuckled with a shrug tucking his shirt into the waist of his pants.
An image of Vicki’s face infiltrated Henry’s mind. Vicki’s alluring smile, the moist bow of her lip. The way she would press her upper lip tightly to her lower when she was stressed and how the corners of her mouth turned up slightly when she was being sarcastic. Still when all was said and done Vicki would leave him with a little smirk and some snappy come back. Then her eyes came into his view, how they could be filled with determination one minute, innocently lost the next, but always seductive, always.
“Yeah…you should still do it now that I think about it.” Henry fell silent as he watched Mike buckle his belt. “ Call me Fitzroy the way you always have.” A tinge of guilt bubbling in Henry’s stomach
“Now that you think about it?” Mike, repeated with slight confusion, knitting his brow as he ran the leather strap through the buckle.
Henry found Vicki far more than just attractive. He had never planned on letting her get close but it had been so long, so damn long, since he had trusted anyone especially a mortal but there had been an obvious unexplainable spark between them since their first meeting that he could not deny, no matter how he tried. He worried about her, in an odd way felt he had to protect her- not only that, he needed to be close to her, close to her strength and her conviction.
“Well Mike there is another in this equation…or has your lust made you forget - Vicki?” The image of Vicki danced through Mikes mind. Although this iniquitous bond had grown between the two of them over the past few weeks, Mike was still somehow able to keep the whole entire relationship hush - hush.
“No I didn’t forget.” Mike sighed heavily rubbing at the muscles that had suddenly tensed in the back of his neck
“What do you think Vicki will think of this?” Henry asked Mike.
“Of what?” Mike sat down on the edge of the bed and began struggling with the back of his shoe. “ God I hate these damn shoes.” he grumbled.
“Of this Mike…of us?” A sudden tinge of annoyance filled Henry‘s voice. “You had a relationship with her Mike.” He said flatly. “Shared the same bed.”
Mike let his foot fall to the floor with a thump, his shoulders slouching slightly forward another weighted sigh escaped him. “That was then.”
Memories of moments with Vicki flooded Mike’s mind. The way her body felt in his arms, his hands sliding along the curve of her waist then down her hips. How tender and passionately Vicki could kiss. He could even remember the subtle scent of her skin -but- Mike also remembered the monumental arguments the two of them had and Vicki’s incessant need to be right - at all times. Mike reached around to the back of his neck again, his fingers kneading the growing tightness in his neck muscles as he recalled the jealousy that had reared it‘s ugly head inside him the first night he laid eyes on Fitzroy. The young, good looking, well built, guy that was obviously smitten with her. How he had wanted to tear Fitzroy limb from limb. How Fitzroy had been a threat to him and his relationship with Vicki, breaking that closeness, that bond between them as lovers, as partners Mike thought could never be matched until now. He smiled softly gazing at Henry laying on the bed, Fitzroy’s staring at the ceiling.. Mike remembered the night Henry had grabbed him by the throat, how incredibly mystified he was at Henry’s strength and now… he was completely flabbergasted at just how tender a lover Henry was.
“Yes…” Henry said softly “ That was then…and this is now and Vicki does have feelings.”
“I know she does… but honestly Henry….I don’t know, I really don’t know.” Mike stood, turning to face him, adjusting the cuffs on his shirt. “I do know this - I can not lie to that woman or keep something, anything, from her. Believe me I have tried… she has like this sixth sense you know?”
“Are you trying to make me believe she would go as far as hooking you up to a polygraph?” Henry gave a light laugh
“I wouldn’t put it past her.” Mike chuckled his blue eyes sparkling as they slowly drank in Henry’s youthful form, his curls laying soft on his shoulders, his delicate smirk, the curves of his well defined chest. Mike suddenly felt himself growing stiff. The urge to crawl back in the bed with Henry was over powering. The sex was hotly exquisite along with the sensation of Henry’s teeth deep within his flesh drawing his blood from him while Mike had one orgasm after the other. Mike shivered with at the thought. Henry grinned broadly his eyes right on the bulge in Mikes pants.
“Much as I would like to oblige you Mike, and myself for that matter.” Henry’s eyes shifted to the window. The edges of the ebony sky were now becoming tinged with a navy blue blending into slate grey.
Mike sighed. “I know” Reluctantly Mike leaned on the bed, inching himself close to Henry’s face laying a tiny kiss on Henry‘s lips. “She’ll find out about us Henry. There is no way of keeping it from her.” Mike whispered gazing into Henry’s eyes.
Henry smiled warmly, placing another small kiss on Mikes lips. “Yes, she will, that is inevitable.”
Mike sighed his brows furrowing into deep worry lines. “Then what?”
Tenderly Henry stroked Mikes cheek with the backs of his fingers. Mike felt a subtle warmth flow through him, his cock and balls beginning to throb. Gently Henry slid his hand round the back of Mikes neck, pulling him close to him, pressing his mouth firmly to Mikes, sliding his tongue in deep. Mike breath quickened as he softly moaned wanting so bad to strip his clothes off and lay his naked body against Fitzroy’s. Gradually Henry released him, his hand sliding down to the bulge in Mikes pants.
“We will cross that bridge when we get to it..” Henry whispered giving Mike a gentle reassuring squeeze.