Rounding the Bases
Title: Rounding the Bases
Pairings: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: R. Hard R.
Summary: Tina keeps pushing the physical boundaries of their relationship and Mike's definitely the benefactor.
This originally was supposed to be a fluffy, smutty one-shot. It's now a really smutty one-shot. A million thanks to agoldencharm for her patience. And to Harry Shum Jr. for being the sexiest man on the planet and inspiring the last part.
The first kiss, their first kiss, had been incredible. And Mike’s never been able to think about it without getting a stupid grin on his face and turning a bit pink because seriously, who made out with their co-counsellor in front of all the kids? But this time there’s no kids, and no supervisors, and Mike doesn’t have the brain function to turn pink because Tina’s lips are floating right in front of his. They’ve been curled up on his bed for the better part of three hours- talking and laughing and kissing- but there’s something completely different about the look in Tina’s eyes right now. Mike can feel the subtle slide of her toe up his leg; Tina’s been doing it for almost an hour and probably has no idea how much it drives him insane, but it’s that ease and comfort of how they touch each other that Mike adores.
The rise of Tina’s chest presses against his softly, and Mike’s not entirely sure if she’s waiting for him or if he’s waiting for her, but he’s content to wait either way. Her hip is strong beneath his fingers, running over the soft black material of the dress she’s wearing, watching the flutter of Tina’s eyes carefully. It’s another thing Mike doesn’t think she know she does; when she’s nervous her eyelashes will flutter rapidly, and when she’s frustrated they’ll barely move, and in moments like this, where she’s biting her bottom lip with a hand pressed against his chest, they’re lowered half-mast and Mike can just barely make out the dark chocolate of her eyes. It’s the most alluring, sensual look he’s ever seen in his life. And yeah, he wants to kiss her. He wants to lean in and break the stalemate and kiss the ruby red lipstick off her lips. But there’s also hesitancy in Tina’s body keeping him back, Mike running his hand up along her arm.
“I….”
It’s whispered, Tina’s lips parting softly before pursing again. And Mike’s sure he can see a flash of determination cross her face, because determination is practically Tina’s middle name, and then she’s kissing him. And it’s only been a couple weeks, but Mike’s certain that he’ll never get tired of it. Because he’s addicted to the taste of the minty gloss that always goes hand in hand with her lipstick even though Mike doesn't know how. And there’s just something about the way her lips move against his that’s so natural and easy, just like the simple comfort of sliding his hand around to the back of her neck.
And Mike would seriously be content with doing this for hours on end, but then Tina’s shifting her body closer to his, hand grasping the blue plaid material of his shirt. There’s something more urgent about her lips, forceful, and it takes Mike a second to realize that Tina’s got his bottom lip between her teeth and it’s seriously amazing. It’s new and different for them and his arms are snaking around her body, pulling her even closer and Mike’s not even sure when but somehow Tina’s practically on her back with him hovering above her; there’s pressure and contact and Mike’s trying to remember to keep the pace slow, because there’s that damn ‘couple weeks’ sign flashing in his brain, but she’s so intoxicating. She’s warm and soft and addicting as hell, and Mike thinks they fit together as Tina’s hands rake through his hair.
He’s loathe to pull back from her lips for even a second, but Mike’s chest is burning and the last thing he wants to do is pass out from lack of oxygen because that would put a serious damper on the mood. So instead he ghosts over her cheek and down to her neck, sucking softly on Tina’s pulse point while he tries to remember to breathe and not loose his mind at the feeling of her chest heaving beneath his.
But Tina’s hands are trailing up beneath his shirt, over the muscles on his back and the scratch of her nails is delicious and torturous and Mike’s kissing her again. Her lipstick is smudged beyond repair but that’s such a minor detail at this point because suddenly there’s the soft swipe of Tina’s tongue against Mike’s lips, and he’s pretty sure he’s imagining it until he feels it again; she’s tentative but confident all the same and it only takes him a second to open his lips, trying to hold back the groan as his tongue meets hers.
And it’s amazing. She tastes like coffee and spearmint, even though he knows for sure she’s had neither that day. And Mike’s so caught up in Tina that he sort of wants to pout when she pulls back from him, hands pushing his shoulders and legs untangling from his; he’s trying to think of what he did wrong when his back is sinking into the comforter on his bed and Tina’s weight is on Mike’s hips. There’s hesitance again from her, like Tina’s wondering if the change in position is okay, but Mike’s half sitting as he drags her back down to him, exploring past her lips. There’s something sweet about her that he can’t identify, not quite chocolate or bubble gum, and Mike knows it’s going to drive him crazy until he figures it out.
Her hair is falling around them in a curtain and Mike vaguely thinks that at least if his parents walk in they won’t see him kissing Tina for all he’s worth, one hand holding the back of her neck once more while the other is holding tight to her waist. She’s pressed up against him in the best of ways and there’s a slight rock of her hips every time he tries to battle back control from her, nipping at her bottom lip in retaliation for the last movement which was far more a grind than rock and she’s seriously doing things to him. And okay, it’s now technically twice Tina’s made the move in their relationship but she’s bold and fearless and Mike doesn’t care as long as she keeps being bold and fearless with him.
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Her skin is so smooth. Sure, he’s run hands all over her arms and neck, but there’s something about this skin that gets him. It’s soft and firm and silky and Mike can’t believe she’s letting him get this far up her shirt because it’s Tina freaking Cohen-Chang. And that probably doesn’t make a lot of sense, but he’s sort of in awe of how amazing she is. And he totally means that about her personality and body, although Mike’s way more focused on her body right now. Because he’s slowed his exploration, since he really doesn’t want to find out when too high is too high by her slapping him or something, but he’s hard to stop when her body is pressed underneath his and her lips are kissing his raw.
This isn’t the first time they’ve made out in his car, hell, they spend most of their time in his car making out because it’s the only time they’re guaranteed privacy from their parents who seem to think since they’ve been dating for a couple months that they need to be constantly supervised or they’ll get up to trouble. And while Mike doesn’t know what trouble means to Asian parents, he sure knows what sort of trouble they could get up to and this is beginning to skirt some of those lines.
Because it’s totally one thing to feel the rapid rise and fall of Tina’s chest while they’re making out, but it’s another to feel it, running his tongue along the curve of her lips. It’s another to feel the actual outline of her ribs and dip of her bellybutton beneath his fingertips. And when he drags Tina’s lip out from between his teeth Mike swears he can feel the ripple that runs through her skin. It’s so much better than just making out. Although seriously, Mike’s beginning to realize that everything and anything with Tina is better than he ever knew things could be because she’s so much more. So much more in the best possible way because she’s kissing him back with a passion that’s making his head go a bit fuzzy, removing his hand from her stomach long enough to grasp her leg that’s somehow hitched up around his waist.
Because for as much as Mike is totally into her, and he’s really really into Tina, the way she fights him for dominance when they’re making out is like, the ultimate sign that she’s into him too. Because he’s never dated a girl that made the first move, or pulled him into deserted classrooms because she can’t wait until the end of the day to kiss him again, or been the first one to initiate half their make out sessions. Like tonight, because Tina waiting outside of his car after football practice was definitely a first, but Mike’s got no complaints at all since she dragged him into the backseat and he’s currently got his hand back up underneath her shirt. Nope, he’s totally okay with her independence and her empowerment and, sure, sometimes her getting mad at him for holding open the door is a pain, but the fact that she gives as good as she gets makes Mike totally like Tina even more. Although he’s pretty sure he’s beginning to move to that point where like might not be the right word anymore.
There’s not a lot of light in the backseat of the car now that the sun has started to go down, and Mike vaguely wonders how late he is for dinner and whether his parents will accept that practice went late or not. But he can feel the press of Tina’s hand against his chest, Mike raising himself to rest on his knees above her; she looks absolutely glorious lying on the tiny back seat of his car- black hair in tangles spread out beneath her, lips red and glossy and unbelievably swollen, and half closed lashes fluttering as her chest rises and falls rapidly. She looks exactly like she’s been doing what they’ve been doing, and Mike figures he can’t look a lot different, but Tina just… she blows his mind. There’s a giant grin on her lips, a silly sultry smile that makes him laugh, Tina pushing herself up until she’s sitting directly across him.
“What?”
“You’ve got lipstick all over your face.”
Mike figures that’s to be expected considering Tina’s fondness for blood red lipstick and his fondness for her lips. He can just imagine the splotches of red everywhere, rubbing his hands over his cheeks for a second to the sound of Tina’s laugher.
“Better?”
“No!”
There’s certainly no lipstick left on her lips, he’s responsible for their tinge now, and Mike can’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her just because he can. Because she’s in the backseat of his car laughing her head off and he had his hand up her shirt a minute ago and she’s perfect. This is perfect. He’s honestly never been in a relationship that’s even felt so natural from the start. It’s relaxed and intense and honest and comfortable. Comfortable enough that he can run his hand up Tina’s neck until he’s cupping her cheek, grinning at the way she tilts ever-so-slightly into the contact. Comfortable enough he can lean in and press gentle split second kisses to her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin before finally following the turn of Tina’s head to her lips.
It’s a much slower pace than previous, almost lazy with the press of her hands on his thighs to keep balance, but Mike adores the ease at which it occurs. Except for when Tina pulls away hesitantly and Mike watches her fingers skim the bottom of her black t-shirt, the one with the abstract white spider web on it, before her chest constricts and she begins to tug it up. There are a thousand questions in his mind but all Mike can do is watch as she bares the expansive creamy skin to his gaze, letting the shirt fall from her hand to the car floor with barely a sound, nervously looking at him beneath fluttering eyelashes.
“Tee…”
Mike’s fairly certain the look on his face is one of shock because while he’s thought a hell of a lot about this moment- about stripping Tina’s shirt off and what she might be wearing underneath- this is infinitely better. Way better. Because her bra is simple and black and all he can focus on is the way she’s practically spilling out of it; the curve of her breasts full and round and so much more amazing than he had ever figured. Sure, he had a decent idea given her pennant for form-fitting shirts, but seeing Tina like this, seeing her shirtless and gorgeous and exposed, is absolutely incredible. And god does he want to touch her. Mike wants to lean forward and watch his hands run over her skin in the orange light of the car but he’s sort of having a hard time believing that this is actually happening. That Tina’s actually almost topless and she wants him to touch her.
“Mike….”
“Mmmm?”
“You,” her voice cracks slightly, “You can touch….”
And he doesn’t need to be told twice, tracing the familiar hour-glass curve of her figure up until he’s almost at her chest, letting his thumbs just brush along the outside of her bra. And then Tina’s sliding closer to him and Mike lets his fingers dance over her collarbone for a moment, trailing a lone finger down the valley between her breasts before the half-lidded look she’s giving him is too much. Tina’s breath hitches the moment Mike gently cups her, feeling her nipples pebble against the black fabric and he seriously hopes there’s no stragglers left from practice around.
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“I thought,” he mumbles, “you wanted to watch-”
“Shut up.”
And okay, Mike knows better than to question her. The weight of Tina in his lap, her knees on either side of his legs, is far more interesting than whatever reject movie they had gotten at the rental store. That’s what they got for making out in his room for way too long after school and forgetting to pick something up earlier; Friday nights were prime movie-renting night. And sure, it’s a complete waste of five bucks movie-wise because Mike can’t even remember a single plot point, but five bucks is a great price for the cover that they’re watching a movie in the basement. They’ve got the volume turned up and he’s pretty sure his parents know better than to come check on them at this point; besides, the door is technically open a bit like they requested.
His red Manchester jacket is somewhere on the floor, it’s been there for a while, and Mike can’t help but laugh into Tina’s lips as she growls in frustration at the resistance his white undershirt is providing.
“Not funny. Get it off.”
“Demanding.”
It’s a practiced move so it only takes Mike a second to get the shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor beside the couch. Tina’s distraction is his gain, Mike hauling her back against his chest to run his tongue along her earlobe, nipping at the skin softly. It’s a relatively new discovery of his, Mike’s hell bent on making a lot more discoveries, and he loves the way Tina’s entire body shivers in reaction. It’s definitely an ego boost, but honestly, he just likes making her feel good. He likes making her skin flush red and breath hitch and body react on its own. She’s such a different Tina when they’re alone- wild, and bold and sort of wanton- and not only does it turn Mike on like crazy, but he loves knowing she wants to be that way around him.
There’s going to be a fair sized bruise on her neck, and Mike’s vaguely aware he should probably stop because he’s found out the hard way hickeys are way more difficult to hide than anyone acts like. But he’s found this spot that’s got Tina absolutely digging her nails into his back, hips grinding up against his and like hell he’s going to stop. Except Mike has to when his fingers finally get the buttons of her top undone; her arms gracefully arch towards the sky as he pries the red fabric from her body, groaning at the red and black bra screaming at him against her creamy skin.
“Like what you see?”
“You have no idea.”
“Oh,” Tina pulls back from his lips, “I think I have some idea.”
Mike’s said it a hundred times and god he hopes he can say it at least a thousand times more, but the thing Tina does with her hips absolutely insanity inducing. It’s almost like a figure-eight but it’s so much more, Mike’s fingers digging into the curve of her hips as she grinds right up against him and there’s no way he can breathe. She’s absolutely starving him for oxygen and he could care less. Tina’s pressed up against him in all the right ways, bra rubbing his skin raw, and the moment her hand slides down to the button of his jeans Mike bites his lip; they’ve been here before but every time she gets close to him it’s like he’s thirteen all over again.
Tina’s bottom lip is swollen and red between Mike’s teeth, his fingers trying to get the other half of her bra clasp undone when her fingers stroke just overtop the thin material of his Calvin Klein’s and Mike’s not sure how the hell she got his jeans unzipped without him noticing, but fuck. Every damn time she gets him like this it’s like his brain just stops working. He can’t even get her damn bra off with the way she’s rubbing and gliding her fingers everywhere. Logically Mike knows that too much pressure isn’t going to cause permanent damage, but Tina’s killing him and this much tenting cannot be healthy.
Except Mike knows he didn’t say that out loud, but Tina’s thumbs are at his hips trying to pull down his jeans and somewhere in his muddled brain Mike wants to ask what the hell she’s doing but he obliges; who is he to question Tina when she’s looking at him with lowered lashes and red lips worried between her teeth? Except jeans pooled around his ankles isn’t enough for her and Mike’s gasping as she pulls down his Klein’s too, groaning at the sensation of her rough jeans against his bare skin.
“Tee, my parents….”
“Think we’re watching a movie,” she grins.
“What if they come down?”
“They won’t.”
He would like to ask how the hell she can be so sure of that because there’s nothing stopping them and he would rather not have his parents find him half naked with a massive hard-on, but there’s a sly smirk on Tina’s lips that shuts him up. There’s something shy in her gaze as he groans when Tina’s lips leave his, watching as she gracefully slides back until she’s standing on the ground and then lowering herself to the ground.
And Mike figures this is it; the smooth curve of Tina’s back while she’s on her knees in front of him is the sexiest thing he will ever see in his life. And he is so okay with that. His fingers are scratching against the fabric of the couch, trying desperately to get a hold on something and Mike can’t believe he ever thought his hand was good enough because this- this, Tina, everything- is so fucking much more. It’s so much more than Mike could have ever imagined because he would have been happy with the slide of her hand over him but her mouth is warm, and wet and so fucking good and he can’t even believe this is happening. That Tina’s got her lips wrapped around him and all he can see is the sway of her hair, long and dark, falling over his lap as she moves. It’s like his best fantasy multiplied and he’s trying not to buck his hips, trying so fucking hard, but it’s almost impossible not to when she hums a little and he’s sure that’s it.
That he’s going to be a complete douche and come without any warning and it takes all his energy to grab one of the stupid throw pillows his mom kept on the couch and squeeze it to his chest, gasping as her tongue runs over his head.
“Tee…. Tee….Fuck…. Tee.”
“Mmmmm.”
She has no clue what that does to him. Mike knows she can’t or she’s just far more devious than he ever thought because if Tina knew then she wouldn’t be so nonchalant about humming when he’s so close to the damn edge Mike doesn’t know how he’s held it together. There’s the urge in him to brush her hair back so he can see her, so he can see Tina, his girlfriend, his fucking amazing sexy girlfriend on her knees with her lips wrapped around him because there’s still a part of him that thinks this is the best wet dream ever, but suddenly Tina’s hand is following her mouth and her pace picks up and it doesn’t take more than a couple seconds for Mike to grasp at her hair.
“I…. Tee…. Fuck, Tina. I…. I-”
Mike has no clue which one of them is doing the moaning anymore but it doesn’t feel like he possesses the energy to do anything but gasp for breath. And okay, he’s still probably the douche who didn’t give her enough warning but Tina’s now the girl that’s ruined masturbation for him because nothing will ever beat that.
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Mike’s never stripped this fast in his life. But he’s also never taken this much disinterest in Tina stripping as well, only watching out of the corner of his eye as she shimmies out of her jeans, and okay, yeah, that makes him stop and pause. Because a shirtless, pantless Tina is totally reason for pause. And honestly, he doesn’t really know how they got here because one minute they were curled up on the couch watching 500 Days of Summer, and the next Tina’s dragging him up the stairs muttering about how something looks doable and she told him to strip. And if Mike’s learnt anything over the course of his relationship with Tina it’s that when she uses the bossy no-nonsense voice good, good things happen. Honestly, that voice basically gives him an instant hard-on.
And even though he’s still in his boxers and socks- a great combination, yeah- Mike can’t resist pulling Tina’s petite body towards him, hooking his thumbs into the thin strips of fabric that cover her hips to pull them down. Because there’s something about stripping her like this that makes him go a bit crazy, pressing open-mouthed kissed on the slightly curved plane of her stomach. He can feel her muscles ripple beneath his fingertips as Mike skims them up her sides, casting a quick glance upwards at Tina’s face- eyes closed tightly and mouth gaping ever so slightly- before he lets his lips trail slightly lower, pausing right above where he knows she wants him. But it’s enough pause for Tina to pull away and her willpower kind of blows him away sometimes because Mike knows if the situation were reversed he’d be completely helpless at her hands.
The long black strands of her hair fall over her chest and it’s both completely alluring and frustrating that teasing him comes so natural to Tina. Like she was born to be gorgeous and intense and sensual but half the time Mike thinks she doesn’t realize it. Like she thinks she’s just like every other girl out there when that’s so not the case.
“You’re not undressed yet.”
“I don’t know why I’m supposed to be getting undressed,” he grins, tossing a sock at her.
The gaze Tina levels at him is equal parts amusement and sexy, and Mike knows for sure that she purposely bends over far more than she needs to while fiddling with the shower faucets. It takes a second, not that he minds because Mike’s stating blatantly at the distorted curve of her figure through the glass, before steam begins to billow out. Seriously, she’s a born natural at teasing him.
“Care to join me?”
And now his brain is fully realizing what’s going on; up until now it had been sexy and cute, and a little bit playful, but the look Tina’s giving Mike as she steps into the shower is anything but playful. Shower sex. It’s like a giant neon sign is going off in his brain and the shower isn’t really big enough for two people but like hell if he cares. It means that by the time he closes the door behind him Tina’s wet body is barely inches away, Mike watching the droplets of clear water trail down her neck and into the valley of her breasts and that’s when he stops paying attention. Because Tina’s naked and wet in front of him and she’s fighting back against Mike’s lips with an urgency he hasn’t seen in a long time.
There’s barely enough space for them to manoeuvre, but somehow Mike gets Tina pressed back against the cool tile, the softest whimper coming from her mouth as his hands stroke over both nipples, watching the water cascade off them like waterfalls, groaning at the sight because she’s so goddamn beautiful. Why they’ve never done this before is completely baffling. Tina’s hands thread through his hair, pushing the wet strands up and spiky before Mike leans back under the spray, nipping at her neck. And her hands are everywhere on him, scratching and rubbing and massaging, trailing angry red marks down his abs that are far too pleasurable to make him anything but a bit of a masochist. And there’s something ridiculous about the slick slide of Tina’s body against his that has Mike gasping into her mouth as she threads her hand down between their bodies and begins to stroke him.
Her pace is devilishly slow and Mike knows that she’s enjoying this far too much; his hand is basically the only thing keeping him standing upright, pressed hard against the tile, and the moment her other hand begins to palm him, just as slowly, just as torturously, his head falls forward. Because it’s not like she’s not normally good, but the shower and the steam and the heat is making him freaking delirious. It’s making him groan into her mouth and thrust his hips against her movements, his own nails digging into the flesh of her hips as they rock together.
And yeah, he does want to come when Tina asks him, tongue darting out to nip at his earlobe in a way that drives him crazy. He wants to so badly but shower sex means sex, not Tina getting him off, not that there’s anything wrong with that at all. She shrieks as Mike hooks his arms around and under her until she’s almost level with him; her legs sliding around his waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world for her to do. She’s out of the shower spray but he’s not, water droplets misting off his back and onto her face as he kisses everywhere he can reach simultaneously.
Mike can feel the tension in Tina’s calves as they cling to him in the foggy shower, heels pressing into his lower back with arms loose around his shoulders. Because her head is thrown back, hair clinging to every inch of her skin as one hand slides down her thigh, fingers ghosting through the damp curls before Mike brushes the pad of his thumb over her clit, groaning as her heels dig in on their own accord.
“Mikeeeee….”
She’s practically mewling in his arms as he follows suit again, teasing her until Tina’s practically rocking herself onto his fingers on her own; it’s the sexiest sight he’s seen in his life and Mike takes a gasping breath so he doesn’t just come right then and there because that’s a damn real possibility. Tina pressed up against the wall with one hand around his neck and her other roughly toying her nipples while he fingers her is like, better than every fantasy he’s ever had combined.
The groan that echoes against the glass as Mike extracts his fingers breaks through the sound of the rushing water; Tina’s hooded lids locking with his. Does he want to keep going? Make her come screaming his name? Good God yes.
“What are you doing?”
Responding would take too much time and it’s a precious commodity at this moment as Mike throws the shower door open, let the water flood the floor for all he cares, digging through the cabinet beneath the sink for a second. It takes less than a minute before he’s charging back into the shower, one hand grasping Tina’s cheek roughly as his tongue seeks hers out, the other trying to undo the silver package by itself. Until she’s grabbing it from him and Mike’s left with both hands free to hold her to him, grinding himself against her stomach as she finally gets the condom open. Tina’s barely finished unrolling it over him at lightning speed before he’s lifting her up again; in one motion Tina’s legs pull him forward as he enters, gasping into her mouth at just how fucking incredible shower sex is. Because Mike doesn’t know where she ends and he starts, the water practically drowning both of them as he frantically pulls out before pumping back in, grimacing at the way Tina’s nails cut into his shoulder blades.
He knows they’re both so close to the edge it won’t last long but all Mike knows is the feel of her walls around him, dragging every incoherent sound out of his mouth as he buries his face into the crook of her neck and slams into her petite frame. Because this is beyond anything Mike could have ever wanted and as much as he’s trying to hold on for Tina, the moment she bites down on his earlobe he comes in a flurry of uncoordinated thrusts and it’s never felt so good to come in his life. Nothing’s ever felt so good in his life.
Until he watches Tina shatter in front of him, mumbling as he practically drops her with the force of her back arching- Mike’s fingers fly from her clit back to her thigh- watching as she rides out the wave with teeth clenching her swollen lips. He’s not really sure how long they stay like that, heads nestled into each other’s bodies, but Mike’s becoming really aware of how exhausted his entire body is and he pulls out of her, lowing both of them onto the shower floor.
And it’s an awkwardly tight fit, Tina straddling him with his knees pressing tightly against her back; but it’s the perfect angle for Mike to use her heaving chest as a pillow, pressing lazy kisses against the red flushed skin as the water continues to rain over them. And okay, his parents are going to wonder what the hell he was up to when they get the water bill next month but he’ll figure that excuse out later.
Pairings: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: R. Hard R.
Summary: Tina keeps pushing the physical boundaries of their relationship and Mike's definitely the benefactor.
This originally was supposed to be a fluffy, smutty one-shot. It's now a really smutty one-shot. A million thanks to agoldencharm for her patience. And to Harry Shum Jr. for being the sexiest man on the planet and inspiring the last part.
The first kiss, their first kiss, had been incredible. And Mike’s never been able to think about it without getting a stupid grin on his face and turning a bit pink because seriously, who made out with their co-counsellor in front of all the kids? But this time there’s no kids, and no supervisors, and Mike doesn’t have the brain function to turn pink because Tina’s lips are floating right in front of his. They’ve been curled up on his bed for the better part of three hours- talking and laughing and kissing- but there’s something completely different about the look in Tina’s eyes right now. Mike can feel the subtle slide of her toe up his leg; Tina’s been doing it for almost an hour and probably has no idea how much it drives him insane, but it’s that ease and comfort of how they touch each other that Mike adores.
The rise of Tina’s chest presses against his softly, and Mike’s not entirely sure if she’s waiting for him or if he’s waiting for her, but he’s content to wait either way. Her hip is strong beneath his fingers, running over the soft black material of the dress she’s wearing, watching the flutter of Tina’s eyes carefully. It’s another thing Mike doesn’t think she know she does; when she’s nervous her eyelashes will flutter rapidly, and when she’s frustrated they’ll barely move, and in moments like this, where she’s biting her bottom lip with a hand pressed against his chest, they’re lowered half-mast and Mike can just barely make out the dark chocolate of her eyes. It’s the most alluring, sensual look he’s ever seen in his life. And yeah, he wants to kiss her. He wants to lean in and break the stalemate and kiss the ruby red lipstick off her lips. But there’s also hesitancy in Tina’s body keeping him back, Mike running his hand up along her arm.
“I….”
It’s whispered, Tina’s lips parting softly before pursing again. And Mike’s sure he can see a flash of determination cross her face, because determination is practically Tina’s middle name, and then she’s kissing him. And it’s only been a couple weeks, but Mike’s certain that he’ll never get tired of it. Because he’s addicted to the taste of the minty gloss that always goes hand in hand with her lipstick even though Mike doesn't know how. And there’s just something about the way her lips move against his that’s so natural and easy, just like the simple comfort of sliding his hand around to the back of her neck.
And Mike would seriously be content with doing this for hours on end, but then Tina’s shifting her body closer to his, hand grasping the blue plaid material of his shirt. There’s something more urgent about her lips, forceful, and it takes Mike a second to realize that Tina’s got his bottom lip between her teeth and it’s seriously amazing. It’s new and different for them and his arms are snaking around her body, pulling her even closer and Mike’s not even sure when but somehow Tina’s practically on her back with him hovering above her; there’s pressure and contact and Mike’s trying to remember to keep the pace slow, because there’s that damn ‘couple weeks’ sign flashing in his brain, but she’s so intoxicating. She’s warm and soft and addicting as hell, and Mike thinks they fit together as Tina’s hands rake through his hair.
He’s loathe to pull back from her lips for even a second, but Mike’s chest is burning and the last thing he wants to do is pass out from lack of oxygen because that would put a serious damper on the mood. So instead he ghosts over her cheek and down to her neck, sucking softly on Tina’s pulse point while he tries to remember to breathe and not loose his mind at the feeling of her chest heaving beneath his.
But Tina’s hands are trailing up beneath his shirt, over the muscles on his back and the scratch of her nails is delicious and torturous and Mike’s kissing her again. Her lipstick is smudged beyond repair but that’s such a minor detail at this point because suddenly there’s the soft swipe of Tina’s tongue against Mike’s lips, and he’s pretty sure he’s imagining it until he feels it again; she’s tentative but confident all the same and it only takes him a second to open his lips, trying to hold back the groan as his tongue meets hers.
And it’s amazing. She tastes like coffee and spearmint, even though he knows for sure she’s had neither that day. And Mike’s so caught up in Tina that he sort of wants to pout when she pulls back from him, hands pushing his shoulders and legs untangling from his; he’s trying to think of what he did wrong when his back is sinking into the comforter on his bed and Tina’s weight is on Mike’s hips. There’s hesitance again from her, like Tina’s wondering if the change in position is okay, but Mike’s half sitting as he drags her back down to him, exploring past her lips. There’s something sweet about her that he can’t identify, not quite chocolate or bubble gum, and Mike knows it’s going to drive him crazy until he figures it out.
Her hair is falling around them in a curtain and Mike vaguely thinks that at least if his parents walk in they won’t see him kissing Tina for all he’s worth, one hand holding the back of her neck once more while the other is holding tight to her waist. She’s pressed up against him in the best of ways and there’s a slight rock of her hips every time he tries to battle back control from her, nipping at her bottom lip in retaliation for the last movement which was far more a grind than rock and she’s seriously doing things to him. And okay, it’s now technically twice Tina’s made the move in their relationship but she’s bold and fearless and Mike doesn’t care as long as she keeps being bold and fearless with him.
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Her skin is so smooth. Sure, he’s run hands all over her arms and neck, but there’s something about this skin that gets him. It’s soft and firm and silky and Mike can’t believe she’s letting him get this far up her shirt because it’s Tina freaking Cohen-Chang. And that probably doesn’t make a lot of sense, but he’s sort of in awe of how amazing she is. And he totally means that about her personality and body, although Mike’s way more focused on her body right now. Because he’s slowed his exploration, since he really doesn’t want to find out when too high is too high by her slapping him or something, but he’s hard to stop when her body is pressed underneath his and her lips are kissing his raw.
This isn’t the first time they’ve made out in his car, hell, they spend most of their time in his car making out because it’s the only time they’re guaranteed privacy from their parents who seem to think since they’ve been dating for a couple months that they need to be constantly supervised or they’ll get up to trouble. And while Mike doesn’t know what trouble means to Asian parents, he sure knows what sort of trouble they could get up to and this is beginning to skirt some of those lines.
Because it’s totally one thing to feel the rapid rise and fall of Tina’s chest while they’re making out, but it’s another to feel it, running his tongue along the curve of her lips. It’s another to feel the actual outline of her ribs and dip of her bellybutton beneath his fingertips. And when he drags Tina’s lip out from between his teeth Mike swears he can feel the ripple that runs through her skin. It’s so much better than just making out. Although seriously, Mike’s beginning to realize that everything and anything with Tina is better than he ever knew things could be because she’s so much more. So much more in the best possible way because she’s kissing him back with a passion that’s making his head go a bit fuzzy, removing his hand from her stomach long enough to grasp her leg that’s somehow hitched up around his waist.
Because for as much as Mike is totally into her, and he’s really really into Tina, the way she fights him for dominance when they’re making out is like, the ultimate sign that she’s into him too. Because he’s never dated a girl that made the first move, or pulled him into deserted classrooms because she can’t wait until the end of the day to kiss him again, or been the first one to initiate half their make out sessions. Like tonight, because Tina waiting outside of his car after football practice was definitely a first, but Mike’s got no complaints at all since she dragged him into the backseat and he’s currently got his hand back up underneath her shirt. Nope, he’s totally okay with her independence and her empowerment and, sure, sometimes her getting mad at him for holding open the door is a pain, but the fact that she gives as good as she gets makes Mike totally like Tina even more. Although he’s pretty sure he’s beginning to move to that point where like might not be the right word anymore.
There’s not a lot of light in the backseat of the car now that the sun has started to go down, and Mike vaguely wonders how late he is for dinner and whether his parents will accept that practice went late or not. But he can feel the press of Tina’s hand against his chest, Mike raising himself to rest on his knees above her; she looks absolutely glorious lying on the tiny back seat of his car- black hair in tangles spread out beneath her, lips red and glossy and unbelievably swollen, and half closed lashes fluttering as her chest rises and falls rapidly. She looks exactly like she’s been doing what they’ve been doing, and Mike figures he can’t look a lot different, but Tina just… she blows his mind. There’s a giant grin on her lips, a silly sultry smile that makes him laugh, Tina pushing herself up until she’s sitting directly across him.
“What?”
“You’ve got lipstick all over your face.”
Mike figures that’s to be expected considering Tina’s fondness for blood red lipstick and his fondness for her lips. He can just imagine the splotches of red everywhere, rubbing his hands over his cheeks for a second to the sound of Tina’s laugher.
“Better?”
“No!”
There’s certainly no lipstick left on her lips, he’s responsible for their tinge now, and Mike can’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her just because he can. Because she’s in the backseat of his car laughing her head off and he had his hand up her shirt a minute ago and she’s perfect. This is perfect. He’s honestly never been in a relationship that’s even felt so natural from the start. It’s relaxed and intense and honest and comfortable. Comfortable enough that he can run his hand up Tina’s neck until he’s cupping her cheek, grinning at the way she tilts ever-so-slightly into the contact. Comfortable enough he can lean in and press gentle split second kisses to her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin before finally following the turn of Tina’s head to her lips.
It’s a much slower pace than previous, almost lazy with the press of her hands on his thighs to keep balance, but Mike adores the ease at which it occurs. Except for when Tina pulls away hesitantly and Mike watches her fingers skim the bottom of her black t-shirt, the one with the abstract white spider web on it, before her chest constricts and she begins to tug it up. There are a thousand questions in his mind but all Mike can do is watch as she bares the expansive creamy skin to his gaze, letting the shirt fall from her hand to the car floor with barely a sound, nervously looking at him beneath fluttering eyelashes.
“Tee…”
Mike’s fairly certain the look on his face is one of shock because while he’s thought a hell of a lot about this moment- about stripping Tina’s shirt off and what she might be wearing underneath- this is infinitely better. Way better. Because her bra is simple and black and all he can focus on is the way she’s practically spilling out of it; the curve of her breasts full and round and so much more amazing than he had ever figured. Sure, he had a decent idea given her pennant for form-fitting shirts, but seeing Tina like this, seeing her shirtless and gorgeous and exposed, is absolutely incredible. And god does he want to touch her. Mike wants to lean forward and watch his hands run over her skin in the orange light of the car but he’s sort of having a hard time believing that this is actually happening. That Tina’s actually almost topless and she wants him to touch her.
“Mike….”
“Mmmm?”
“You,” her voice cracks slightly, “You can touch….”
And he doesn’t need to be told twice, tracing the familiar hour-glass curve of her figure up until he’s almost at her chest, letting his thumbs just brush along the outside of her bra. And then Tina’s sliding closer to him and Mike lets his fingers dance over her collarbone for a moment, trailing a lone finger down the valley between her breasts before the half-lidded look she’s giving him is too much. Tina’s breath hitches the moment Mike gently cups her, feeling her nipples pebble against the black fabric and he seriously hopes there’s no stragglers left from practice around.
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“I thought,” he mumbles, “you wanted to watch-”
“Shut up.”
And okay, Mike knows better than to question her. The weight of Tina in his lap, her knees on either side of his legs, is far more interesting than whatever reject movie they had gotten at the rental store. That’s what they got for making out in his room for way too long after school and forgetting to pick something up earlier; Friday nights were prime movie-renting night. And sure, it’s a complete waste of five bucks movie-wise because Mike can’t even remember a single plot point, but five bucks is a great price for the cover that they’re watching a movie in the basement. They’ve got the volume turned up and he’s pretty sure his parents know better than to come check on them at this point; besides, the door is technically open a bit like they requested.
His red Manchester jacket is somewhere on the floor, it’s been there for a while, and Mike can’t help but laugh into Tina’s lips as she growls in frustration at the resistance his white undershirt is providing.
“Not funny. Get it off.”
“Demanding.”
It’s a practiced move so it only takes Mike a second to get the shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor beside the couch. Tina’s distraction is his gain, Mike hauling her back against his chest to run his tongue along her earlobe, nipping at the skin softly. It’s a relatively new discovery of his, Mike’s hell bent on making a lot more discoveries, and he loves the way Tina’s entire body shivers in reaction. It’s definitely an ego boost, but honestly, he just likes making her feel good. He likes making her skin flush red and breath hitch and body react on its own. She’s such a different Tina when they’re alone- wild, and bold and sort of wanton- and not only does it turn Mike on like crazy, but he loves knowing she wants to be that way around him.
There’s going to be a fair sized bruise on her neck, and Mike’s vaguely aware he should probably stop because he’s found out the hard way hickeys are way more difficult to hide than anyone acts like. But he’s found this spot that’s got Tina absolutely digging her nails into his back, hips grinding up against his and like hell he’s going to stop. Except Mike has to when his fingers finally get the buttons of her top undone; her arms gracefully arch towards the sky as he pries the red fabric from her body, groaning at the red and black bra screaming at him against her creamy skin.
“Like what you see?”
“You have no idea.”
“Oh,” Tina pulls back from his lips, “I think I have some idea.”
Mike’s said it a hundred times and god he hopes he can say it at least a thousand times more, but the thing Tina does with her hips absolutely insanity inducing. It’s almost like a figure-eight but it’s so much more, Mike’s fingers digging into the curve of her hips as she grinds right up against him and there’s no way he can breathe. She’s absolutely starving him for oxygen and he could care less. Tina’s pressed up against him in all the right ways, bra rubbing his skin raw, and the moment her hand slides down to the button of his jeans Mike bites his lip; they’ve been here before but every time she gets close to him it’s like he’s thirteen all over again.
Tina’s bottom lip is swollen and red between Mike’s teeth, his fingers trying to get the other half of her bra clasp undone when her fingers stroke just overtop the thin material of his Calvin Klein’s and Mike’s not sure how the hell she got his jeans unzipped without him noticing, but fuck. Every damn time she gets him like this it’s like his brain just stops working. He can’t even get her damn bra off with the way she’s rubbing and gliding her fingers everywhere. Logically Mike knows that too much pressure isn’t going to cause permanent damage, but Tina’s killing him and this much tenting cannot be healthy.
Except Mike knows he didn’t say that out loud, but Tina’s thumbs are at his hips trying to pull down his jeans and somewhere in his muddled brain Mike wants to ask what the hell she’s doing but he obliges; who is he to question Tina when she’s looking at him with lowered lashes and red lips worried between her teeth? Except jeans pooled around his ankles isn’t enough for her and Mike’s gasping as she pulls down his Klein’s too, groaning at the sensation of her rough jeans against his bare skin.
“Tee, my parents….”
“Think we’re watching a movie,” she grins.
“What if they come down?”
“They won’t.”
He would like to ask how the hell she can be so sure of that because there’s nothing stopping them and he would rather not have his parents find him half naked with a massive hard-on, but there’s a sly smirk on Tina’s lips that shuts him up. There’s something shy in her gaze as he groans when Tina’s lips leave his, watching as she gracefully slides back until she’s standing on the ground and then lowering herself to the ground.
And Mike figures this is it; the smooth curve of Tina’s back while she’s on her knees in front of him is the sexiest thing he will ever see in his life. And he is so okay with that. His fingers are scratching against the fabric of the couch, trying desperately to get a hold on something and Mike can’t believe he ever thought his hand was good enough because this- this, Tina, everything- is so fucking much more. It’s so much more than Mike could have ever imagined because he would have been happy with the slide of her hand over him but her mouth is warm, and wet and so fucking good and he can’t even believe this is happening. That Tina’s got her lips wrapped around him and all he can see is the sway of her hair, long and dark, falling over his lap as she moves. It’s like his best fantasy multiplied and he’s trying not to buck his hips, trying so fucking hard, but it’s almost impossible not to when she hums a little and he’s sure that’s it.
That he’s going to be a complete douche and come without any warning and it takes all his energy to grab one of the stupid throw pillows his mom kept on the couch and squeeze it to his chest, gasping as her tongue runs over his head.
“Tee…. Tee….Fuck…. Tee.”
“Mmmmm.”
She has no clue what that does to him. Mike knows she can’t or she’s just far more devious than he ever thought because if Tina knew then she wouldn’t be so nonchalant about humming when he’s so close to the damn edge Mike doesn’t know how he’s held it together. There’s the urge in him to brush her hair back so he can see her, so he can see Tina, his girlfriend, his fucking amazing sexy girlfriend on her knees with her lips wrapped around him because there’s still a part of him that thinks this is the best wet dream ever, but suddenly Tina’s hand is following her mouth and her pace picks up and it doesn’t take more than a couple seconds for Mike to grasp at her hair.
“I…. Tee…. Fuck, Tina. I…. I-”
Mike has no clue which one of them is doing the moaning anymore but it doesn’t feel like he possesses the energy to do anything but gasp for breath. And okay, he’s still probably the douche who didn’t give her enough warning but Tina’s now the girl that’s ruined masturbation for him because nothing will ever beat that.
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Mike’s never stripped this fast in his life. But he’s also never taken this much disinterest in Tina stripping as well, only watching out of the corner of his eye as she shimmies out of her jeans, and okay, yeah, that makes him stop and pause. Because a shirtless, pantless Tina is totally reason for pause. And honestly, he doesn’t really know how they got here because one minute they were curled up on the couch watching 500 Days of Summer, and the next Tina’s dragging him up the stairs muttering about how something looks doable and she told him to strip. And if Mike’s learnt anything over the course of his relationship with Tina it’s that when she uses the bossy no-nonsense voice good, good things happen. Honestly, that voice basically gives him an instant hard-on.
And even though he’s still in his boxers and socks- a great combination, yeah- Mike can’t resist pulling Tina’s petite body towards him, hooking his thumbs into the thin strips of fabric that cover her hips to pull them down. Because there’s something about stripping her like this that makes him go a bit crazy, pressing open-mouthed kissed on the slightly curved plane of her stomach. He can feel her muscles ripple beneath his fingertips as Mike skims them up her sides, casting a quick glance upwards at Tina’s face- eyes closed tightly and mouth gaping ever so slightly- before he lets his lips trail slightly lower, pausing right above where he knows she wants him. But it’s enough pause for Tina to pull away and her willpower kind of blows him away sometimes because Mike knows if the situation were reversed he’d be completely helpless at her hands.
The long black strands of her hair fall over her chest and it’s both completely alluring and frustrating that teasing him comes so natural to Tina. Like she was born to be gorgeous and intense and sensual but half the time Mike thinks she doesn’t realize it. Like she thinks she’s just like every other girl out there when that’s so not the case.
“You’re not undressed yet.”
“I don’t know why I’m supposed to be getting undressed,” he grins, tossing a sock at her.
The gaze Tina levels at him is equal parts amusement and sexy, and Mike knows for sure that she purposely bends over far more than she needs to while fiddling with the shower faucets. It takes a second, not that he minds because Mike’s stating blatantly at the distorted curve of her figure through the glass, before steam begins to billow out. Seriously, she’s a born natural at teasing him.
“Care to join me?”
And now his brain is fully realizing what’s going on; up until now it had been sexy and cute, and a little bit playful, but the look Tina’s giving Mike as she steps into the shower is anything but playful. Shower sex. It’s like a giant neon sign is going off in his brain and the shower isn’t really big enough for two people but like hell if he cares. It means that by the time he closes the door behind him Tina’s wet body is barely inches away, Mike watching the droplets of clear water trail down her neck and into the valley of her breasts and that’s when he stops paying attention. Because Tina’s naked and wet in front of him and she’s fighting back against Mike’s lips with an urgency he hasn’t seen in a long time.
There’s barely enough space for them to manoeuvre, but somehow Mike gets Tina pressed back against the cool tile, the softest whimper coming from her mouth as his hands stroke over both nipples, watching the water cascade off them like waterfalls, groaning at the sight because she’s so goddamn beautiful. Why they’ve never done this before is completely baffling. Tina’s hands thread through his hair, pushing the wet strands up and spiky before Mike leans back under the spray, nipping at her neck. And her hands are everywhere on him, scratching and rubbing and massaging, trailing angry red marks down his abs that are far too pleasurable to make him anything but a bit of a masochist. And there’s something ridiculous about the slick slide of Tina’s body against his that has Mike gasping into her mouth as she threads her hand down between their bodies and begins to stroke him.
Her pace is devilishly slow and Mike knows that she’s enjoying this far too much; his hand is basically the only thing keeping him standing upright, pressed hard against the tile, and the moment her other hand begins to palm him, just as slowly, just as torturously, his head falls forward. Because it’s not like she’s not normally good, but the shower and the steam and the heat is making him freaking delirious. It’s making him groan into her mouth and thrust his hips against her movements, his own nails digging into the flesh of her hips as they rock together.
And yeah, he does want to come when Tina asks him, tongue darting out to nip at his earlobe in a way that drives him crazy. He wants to so badly but shower sex means sex, not Tina getting him off, not that there’s anything wrong with that at all. She shrieks as Mike hooks his arms around and under her until she’s almost level with him; her legs sliding around his waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world for her to do. She’s out of the shower spray but he’s not, water droplets misting off his back and onto her face as he kisses everywhere he can reach simultaneously.
Mike can feel the tension in Tina’s calves as they cling to him in the foggy shower, heels pressing into his lower back with arms loose around his shoulders. Because her head is thrown back, hair clinging to every inch of her skin as one hand slides down her thigh, fingers ghosting through the damp curls before Mike brushes the pad of his thumb over her clit, groaning as her heels dig in on their own accord.
“Mikeeeee….”
She’s practically mewling in his arms as he follows suit again, teasing her until Tina’s practically rocking herself onto his fingers on her own; it’s the sexiest sight he’s seen in his life and Mike takes a gasping breath so he doesn’t just come right then and there because that’s a damn real possibility. Tina pressed up against the wall with one hand around his neck and her other roughly toying her nipples while he fingers her is like, better than every fantasy he’s ever had combined.
The groan that echoes against the glass as Mike extracts his fingers breaks through the sound of the rushing water; Tina’s hooded lids locking with his. Does he want to keep going? Make her come screaming his name? Good God yes.
“What are you doing?”
Responding would take too much time and it’s a precious commodity at this moment as Mike throws the shower door open, let the water flood the floor for all he cares, digging through the cabinet beneath the sink for a second. It takes less than a minute before he’s charging back into the shower, one hand grasping Tina’s cheek roughly as his tongue seeks hers out, the other trying to undo the silver package by itself. Until she’s grabbing it from him and Mike’s left with both hands free to hold her to him, grinding himself against her stomach as she finally gets the condom open. Tina’s barely finished unrolling it over him at lightning speed before he’s lifting her up again; in one motion Tina’s legs pull him forward as he enters, gasping into her mouth at just how fucking incredible shower sex is. Because Mike doesn’t know where she ends and he starts, the water practically drowning both of them as he frantically pulls out before pumping back in, grimacing at the way Tina’s nails cut into his shoulder blades.
He knows they’re both so close to the edge it won’t last long but all Mike knows is the feel of her walls around him, dragging every incoherent sound out of his mouth as he buries his face into the crook of her neck and slams into her petite frame. Because this is beyond anything Mike could have ever wanted and as much as he’s trying to hold on for Tina, the moment she bites down on his earlobe he comes in a flurry of uncoordinated thrusts and it’s never felt so good to come in his life. Nothing’s ever felt so good in his life.
Until he watches Tina shatter in front of him, mumbling as he practically drops her with the force of her back arching- Mike’s fingers fly from her clit back to her thigh- watching as she rides out the wave with teeth clenching her swollen lips. He’s not really sure how long they stay like that, heads nestled into each other’s bodies, but Mike’s becoming really aware of how exhausted his entire body is and he pulls out of her, lowing both of them onto the shower floor.
And it’s an awkwardly tight fit, Tina straddling him with his knees pressing tightly against her back; but it’s the perfect angle for Mike to use her heaving chest as a pillow, pressing lazy kisses against the red flushed skin as the water continues to rain over them. And okay, his parents are going to wonder what the hell he was up to when they get the water bill next month but he’ll figure that excuse out later.