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CHAMPAGNE BATHING
By: Anisapologist
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: a smutty little interlude in the epic love story of Michael and Alex.
Disclaimer: If I owned PB, it would be on a gay porn channel, not Fox.
It was nice.
It was nice being out here, in the middle of the deep blue sea on a small fishing boat-even though neither man knew how to fish.
It was nice to leave the world of revenge and hate and anger and retribution behind for a few hours and just sit in relative peace…but Michael Scofield really did not know why he had accepted Alexander Mahone’s invitation to go out to sea this day.
Every single time the two men were alone together, things happened that Michael regretted. Things that made him feel so very good…and then so very bad. And Michael didn’t need his shrink there to tell him that Mahone was a danger to him, a trigger Michael could not resist-Michael knew that all to well.
Michael told himself over and over again that he did NOT move to the small fishing village because it happened to be Mahone’s home as well. He told himself that he moved there because he loved the ocean, and it was convenient for him, considering that the Company’s main operatives worked and lived nearby and so it made it easier to track the comings and goings of Gretchen, just waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and kill the bitch.
That’s right-Alexander Mahone practically being his next-door neighbour had nothing to do with Michael decision to move there.
So, when Alex began making overtures of friendship-and more-in the weeks following Michael’s arrival, Michael had accepted them. After all, he didn’t know any one else, and Alex-who had the same agenda as Michael, though his was much more of a secret-knew operatives within the company. Michael knew that he could use Alex’s expertise and knowledge to his own advantage.
The only problem with Michael’s whole premise was that he had now had no less then ten opportunities to kill Gretchen Morgan and get out of town-opportunities he never took for some reason. And far from using Alexander’s expertise on the Company for his own ends, Michael found that he rarely-if ever-talked about the Company with Mahone. he just had sex with the man. Lots and lots of hot, wonderful, mind blowing sex.
N fact, when they were together for any length of time, the two men ended up in bed, clawing at one another, covered in sweat and evidence of their mutual lust, panting and naked and very much fucking.
Michael was beginning to question his motives here.
He had decided to end it. It wasn’t going anywhere-at least not anywhere good-and Michael needed to re-focus himself.
So why, oh why did he allow himself to be talked into a ‘fishing trip’ with Alex Mahone today? The man looked like a God, stripped to the waist, tanned, his gold locks bleached nearly white in the Panamanian sun, his eyes as blue as the water surrounding the boat. He was sweaty and muscular and simply gorgeous….Michael could think of nothing besides making love to the man, despite his sincere attempts to think of something-anything-else.
“So, didn’t you pack any fishing gear, Alex?” Michael asked sarcastically, sitting on the edge of the boat, feet dangling over the side, listening to Alex behind him.
For a moment, Alex said nothing in reply and then Michael felt strong arms encircle him from behind as Alex sat directly behind him, “Why would I bother? We’re just going to end up having sex the whole time anyway, aren’t we?”
The older man began to slowly kiss Michael’s nape, laving it with his warm, wet tongue, before leaning forward slightly to capture one of Michael’s earlobes with his teeth, catching it and nipping the skin lightly.
Michael gasped at the feeling. The sun felt so hot as it beat down on both men, and Alexander was so…very skilled with his mouth. He drove Michael crazy-crazy with desire, with lust, with longing, with…love?
For a few moments, Michael allowed it-Alex kissing his neck, the feel of the older man wrapping his arms around his smaller frame from behind. The feel of Alexander’s hardening cock rubbing lightly and suggestively against Michael’s lower back as the kissing became nips and licks the back of his neck, the nape, his shoulder…
Michael stared out at the ocean, not responding, but not stopping Mahone either, just allowing the contact. He let his eyes close briefly, allowed himself to enjoy the caresses, the kisses, and the closeness. He even allowed himself a moan when one of Alexander’s hand slid down to grasp at his own hardness between his legs.
“Have you ever made love on a boat in the middle of the ocean, Michael?” Alexander’s voice was husky with desire and promise, his kisses growing more and more insistent, “Would you like to?”
All at once, Michael seemed to snap out of whatever haze of lust and sex he had momentarily been lost in.
“No,” Michael squirmed out of Alex’s loose embrace almost violently,” I’m not…we’re not going to…do that anymore.”
It really had gone on long enough, in Michael’s mind-all this sordid sexual tension between them; the clandestine meetings, the sweat slicked skin and the dirty sheets. It had been going on since they had both been locked up in Sona-and ever since they had escaped together. And every single time they ended up in bed together, Michael regretted it, and promised himself that it wouldn’t happen again.
It wasn’t because he didn’t want the older man-God knew that Michael was absolutely consumed with his desire for Mahone. It was lust that bordered on obsession, perhaps even crossed it. But Michael knew that Alex was just using him. Michael was a sex toy to Alex; a plaything to enjoy until he could get back to his wife in the states-or find someone better here. Michael did not want to be left again. He didn’t want to be used again. Most of all, he didn’t want to be hurt again.
He had to stop all of this right now.
“I’m not…having sex with you anymore, Alex.” He said, sounding utterly unconvincing, even to his own ears.
Alex laughed mockingly, “Really? And why is that?”
Michael shot him an evil glare, "Because what we did in Sona was…just because we were desperate and…lonely…and…since we broke out…the times that we…slept together…it was a mistake. I don’t know why I did it. But I don’t want that with you, not anymore.”
Alex moved so that he was now beside Michael, not behind him. He stared at Michael’s profile, as if trying to decide if the other man was serious or not. Then he seemed to decide Michael wasn’t, because he shook his head in obvious disbelief and said dismissively, “Take your clothes off, Michael.”
“Fuck you!” Michael returned seethingly, “I said no.”
Alex gave Michael a sly glance and slid a hand down the younger man’s front suggestively.
“Fine. We won’t, if that’s what you want…or don’t want, as the case may be. It’s just that I remember things a little differently about our fucks, Michael. As I recall, you begged me for it. As I recall, you quite enjoyed yourself. And, as I recall, you told me that I was the best sex you ever had.”
He ran his index finger down to Michael’s abdomen, lifted the tee shirt and played with the muscles there, watching with amusement as Michael grew ever more uneasy, “I can even recall an occasion mere weeks ago when, in the throes of passion, you told me that you loved me.”
Michael’s face flushed-whether from anger or embarrassment, Alex did not know. But he did know that he had struck a nerve. He smiled, leaned in close and nibbled on Michael’s neck seductively, “Do you, Michael? Do you love me? I know you love my cock….need it. You want it as badly as I do, Michael…more…”
Michael wrenched away at that point, angry now, truly angry. His eyes ablaze, “You bastard! You killed my father! You killed Tweener and Haywire-they were innocents, they didn’t deserve to die! You’re a murderer and a liar and…and…”
“When you make those accusations, are you sure you are not looking in a mirror, Michael?” Alex asked smoothly, a smirk playing at his lips.
It infuriated Michael, who shoved the older man as hard as he could away from his personal space, “I’m nothing like you!” he roared, “You’ve been killing and justifying it for…years! You’re a monster! I hate you!”
“That’s all true, no doubt,” Alex smirked, leaning in close again against Michael’s slender frame, half-menacing, half-sensual, as always-“But tell me, Michael-with that big brain of yours-tell me, if you hate me so much and distrust me so entirely, why are you here…in the middle of the ocean….with me…alone?”
Michael turned his head to the side because if he did not, Alexander’s lips would have been brushing his by now, the other man was THAT close. He did not have an answer for the other man’s question.
“Why would you…put yourself in such peril. I mean, if I am such a…dangerous man, why would you allow yourself to be all alone and at my mercy?”
“I can take care of myself.” Michael replied defiantly, and it made the older man laugh out loud.
“Really?” Alex asked, clearly amused, “You really think that you could…take me?”
In an instant, he had Michael slammed against the far wall, arms pinned over his head, completely defenceless. It happened so quickly, Michael didn’t have time to react, much less stop him.
“I have a better idea, Michael…” Alex practically purred, “How about if I…take you, instead?”
With that, the older man dipped his head and tasted the salty skin of Michael’s neck once more, lavishing it with tongue and lips until the younger man, now completely silent, gasped and met the other man’s mouth, giving in and kissing Mahone, opening his mouth and entwining his tongue with that of the older man’s, making soft, gentle noises as the older man attacked his mouth again and again.
At last, Alex pulled away, a clear smile of victory playing upon his sharp, masculine features now, “Let’s fuck.”
Letting out a soft whimper of submission, Michael allowed himself to be pushed and dragged towards the back of the small vessel, then shoved unceremoniously upon the floor in the small, enclosed area where the life jackets and first aid kit were stored.
He looked up from the floor, dazed, as Mahone stripped out of his clothing. Once naked, he fell to knees in front of Michael, ripping away the younger man’s clothes with unrestrained lust. Michael offered no resistance, allowing Mahone to strip him, revelling in being handled in such a way. He closed his eyes, tipped his head back, and savoured the feeling of the older man’s hands all over his body.
On their knees now, both facing one another and naked, there was a brief pause as Michael opened his eyes and both men regarded one another in silence…then Alex was crawling on his knees to take up position behind Michael, forcing two fingers into Michael’s mouth, “Suck!” he demanded.
Michael did as he asked, whimpering when the fingers were removed, gasping as the fingers found his entrance and probed it, slipping deep inside, and preparing him in a haphazard fashion.
He felt the bluntness of Alexander’s cock against his anus and barely had time to register what was about to happen-again-before the former agent breached him, causing the younger man to cry out and fall forward on to his hands, Alex flush against his back, the older man’s arms sliding forward around Michael’s slim waist to hold the younger man, pull Michael back up against his stomach as he began to move inside Michael.
For a time there was only the sound of their animalistic lovemaking-panting, cries, moans of pleasure-and then Alex was against Michael’s right ear, whispering to him.
“Ahhh…God, Michael…being inside you again is like…” Alex stopped because he had no words for what it felt like. Words like bliss and rapturous seemed too romantic-not to mention too inadequate-for what they were sharing, “Oh….”
Michael’s reply was a whimper that drove the older man wild with lust, and he slammed into the man under him hard and rough, as Michael clawed at the floor, and lifted his knees toward his chest ever more, granting the older man deeper access to his body, feeling Alex slide deeper inside him, moaning at the contact.
Then, for a moment only, it was tender, gentle lovemaking, Alex finding a rhythm and Michael responding with a gentle arch of his body, soft sighs issuing from the full lips. Then Alexander seemed to change his mind and pulled himself from Michael roughly, causing the younger man to cry out in pain at the lost of contact.
Ina moment, he was being forced up on his feet and pushed towards the nearest wall. Alexander shoved Michael up against it and slammed into him from behind once again, grabbing Michael at his hips and roaring like a tiger at the renewed connection, slamming hard and fast and not caring at all that Michael’s head was being slammed against the hard wood wall with each thrust.
Truth be told, Michael didn’t care either. He was completely at Mahone’s mercy and nothing had ever felt so fucking good. Even the pain was bliss.
Desperate to centre himself, Michael grabbed at an overhang just above where his head was, spread his legs and bent his knees to steady himself against the onslaught. One particularly nasty thrust sent his head sailing hard against the wall and cutting it open slightly at the forehead. Blood streamed down his face and he tasted it on his own lips.
Michael licked his lips, smiled at the taste, and came. He looked down in time to watch the last of his semen explode from his cock, watched as it sprayed onto the wall of the boat, then let his eyes fall closed in blissful surrender.
Behind him, Alexander drew closer and closer to release. He felt Michael’s orgasm, felt the other man go slack in his arms, as Michael’s head lulled back onto his shoulder and his knees buckled. He saw the blood and it awoke something inside him that he would later try very hard to deny. He screamed as lust overtook his last visages of control, slammed his hips wildly, and came inside Michael until he had nothing left to give.
When it was over and both men were sated to the point of exhaustion, Michael lay entwined in Alexander’s embrace, “I never knew I could feel like this,” he admitted softly, kissing the muscled torso of his lover lightly, causing the older man to shudder at the feather light touch, “Never knew sex could be like this.”
Alex smiled lazily and checked the cut on Michael’s forehead once more, it wasn’t serious and would heal quickly, but he still worried. Michael pulled away from his attentive hand, “I’m fine, Alex!” he said, slightly annoyed, then relaxed as Alex pulled him back atop his chest, stroking his back lightly while Michael played with the older man’s chest hair once more, “My head will be fine. It’s just…God, when I’m with you, it’s like…I have no control. The sex is….it’s so intense.”
Alex cracked a half smile, and stared at the ceiling of the small fishing vessel, enjoying the feel of the boat lulling in the water from side to side, “I know what you mean. Sex with you is like….bathing in champagne.”
Michael crinkled his nose and sat up slightly, looking into Alexander’s deep blue eyes, “Is that a compliment?”
Alex laughed and nodded, “Yes, Michael. It’s a compliment-at least, it’s supposed to be!”
“I don’t even know what it’s supposed to mean. It sounds…sticky and…gross.” Michael looked disgusted.
“Oh, I can assure you, Michael, bathing in champagne is NOT sticky-or gross. It’s…lovely. Really quite lovely.” Mahone’s voice sounded very far away as if he were lost in some memory from his past-a past Michael knew next to nothing about.
“You’ve done it?” Michael gasped, completely shocked.
Mahone gave him a sly smile, “Yes, once. And it was like fucking you-indulgent, sexy, intoxicating….fun. We’ll have to try it sometime.”
“There is so much about you I don’t know.” Michael said, half-serious, half-joking.
Mahone nodded, “here’s plenty of time now to find out.”
Michael managed a small smile and allowed himself to be thoroughly kissed by his lover.
“I didn’t mean it, you know,” he admitted when they broke the kiss at long last, “What I said before about hating you, about you being a monster…I was just…mad, confused…I don’t know how to…define what I feel for you, don’t know how to…deal with what I feel for you, I guess.”
“I know.” Alex nodded understandingly, “I know.”
Michael sighed heavily and rolled off of his lover. Now both men stared impassively at the chipped ceiling above them, “What are we going to do, Alex?” Michael asked when the silence became too deafening.
Alex was quiet for a moment longer and then he spoke, “Keep having sex when the mood strikes us. Try to…navigate some sort of…relationship.”
Michael drew in a sharp breath at that, “You’re serious? You think we could? I mean, you’d want to have a relationship with me? Really?”
Alex glanced at Michael out of the corner of his eye and smirked once more, “Yes, of course! I mean, it’s either keep on fucking you-or have to buy champagne for my bath tub every night-and I don’t have that kind of money!”
Michael laughed as Alexander did and when the laughter died away, replied with a soft, “Fuck you.”
He expected a clever retort from his mind mate. Instead he felt the older man’s intense gaze on him and turned on his side to look into Alexander’s face, “Michael,” he said softly, “I should have said this weeks ago when you said it to me. I don’t know why I didn’t…”
Michael’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “What?”
“I love you too.”
By: Anisapologist
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: a smutty little interlude in the epic love story of Michael and Alex.
Disclaimer: If I owned PB, it would be on a gay porn channel, not Fox.
It was nice.
It was nice being out here, in the middle of the deep blue sea on a small fishing boat-even though neither man knew how to fish.
It was nice to leave the world of revenge and hate and anger and retribution behind for a few hours and just sit in relative peace…but Michael Scofield really did not know why he had accepted Alexander Mahone’s invitation to go out to sea this day.
Every single time the two men were alone together, things happened that Michael regretted. Things that made him feel so very good…and then so very bad. And Michael didn’t need his shrink there to tell him that Mahone was a danger to him, a trigger Michael could not resist-Michael knew that all to well.
Michael told himself over and over again that he did NOT move to the small fishing village because it happened to be Mahone’s home as well. He told himself that he moved there because he loved the ocean, and it was convenient for him, considering that the Company’s main operatives worked and lived nearby and so it made it easier to track the comings and goings of Gretchen, just waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and kill the bitch.
That’s right-Alexander Mahone practically being his next-door neighbour had nothing to do with Michael decision to move there.
So, when Alex began making overtures of friendship-and more-in the weeks following Michael’s arrival, Michael had accepted them. After all, he didn’t know any one else, and Alex-who had the same agenda as Michael, though his was much more of a secret-knew operatives within the company. Michael knew that he could use Alex’s expertise and knowledge to his own advantage.
The only problem with Michael’s whole premise was that he had now had no less then ten opportunities to kill Gretchen Morgan and get out of town-opportunities he never took for some reason. And far from using Alexander’s expertise on the Company for his own ends, Michael found that he rarely-if ever-talked about the Company with Mahone. he just had sex with the man. Lots and lots of hot, wonderful, mind blowing sex.
N fact, when they were together for any length of time, the two men ended up in bed, clawing at one another, covered in sweat and evidence of their mutual lust, panting and naked and very much fucking.
Michael was beginning to question his motives here.
He had decided to end it. It wasn’t going anywhere-at least not anywhere good-and Michael needed to re-focus himself.
So why, oh why did he allow himself to be talked into a ‘fishing trip’ with Alex Mahone today? The man looked like a God, stripped to the waist, tanned, his gold locks bleached nearly white in the Panamanian sun, his eyes as blue as the water surrounding the boat. He was sweaty and muscular and simply gorgeous….Michael could think of nothing besides making love to the man, despite his sincere attempts to think of something-anything-else.
“So, didn’t you pack any fishing gear, Alex?” Michael asked sarcastically, sitting on the edge of the boat, feet dangling over the side, listening to Alex behind him.
For a moment, Alex said nothing in reply and then Michael felt strong arms encircle him from behind as Alex sat directly behind him, “Why would I bother? We’re just going to end up having sex the whole time anyway, aren’t we?”
The older man began to slowly kiss Michael’s nape, laving it with his warm, wet tongue, before leaning forward slightly to capture one of Michael’s earlobes with his teeth, catching it and nipping the skin lightly.
Michael gasped at the feeling. The sun felt so hot as it beat down on both men, and Alexander was so…very skilled with his mouth. He drove Michael crazy-crazy with desire, with lust, with longing, with…love?
For a few moments, Michael allowed it-Alex kissing his neck, the feel of the older man wrapping his arms around his smaller frame from behind. The feel of Alexander’s hardening cock rubbing lightly and suggestively against Michael’s lower back as the kissing became nips and licks the back of his neck, the nape, his shoulder…
Michael stared out at the ocean, not responding, but not stopping Mahone either, just allowing the contact. He let his eyes close briefly, allowed himself to enjoy the caresses, the kisses, and the closeness. He even allowed himself a moan when one of Alexander’s hand slid down to grasp at his own hardness between his legs.
“Have you ever made love on a boat in the middle of the ocean, Michael?” Alexander’s voice was husky with desire and promise, his kisses growing more and more insistent, “Would you like to?”
All at once, Michael seemed to snap out of whatever haze of lust and sex he had momentarily been lost in.
“No,” Michael squirmed out of Alex’s loose embrace almost violently,” I’m not…we’re not going to…do that anymore.”
It really had gone on long enough, in Michael’s mind-all this sordid sexual tension between them; the clandestine meetings, the sweat slicked skin and the dirty sheets. It had been going on since they had both been locked up in Sona-and ever since they had escaped together. And every single time they ended up in bed together, Michael regretted it, and promised himself that it wouldn’t happen again.
It wasn’t because he didn’t want the older man-God knew that Michael was absolutely consumed with his desire for Mahone. It was lust that bordered on obsession, perhaps even crossed it. But Michael knew that Alex was just using him. Michael was a sex toy to Alex; a plaything to enjoy until he could get back to his wife in the states-or find someone better here. Michael did not want to be left again. He didn’t want to be used again. Most of all, he didn’t want to be hurt again.
He had to stop all of this right now.
“I’m not…having sex with you anymore, Alex.” He said, sounding utterly unconvincing, even to his own ears.
Alex laughed mockingly, “Really? And why is that?”
Michael shot him an evil glare, "Because what we did in Sona was…just because we were desperate and…lonely…and…since we broke out…the times that we…slept together…it was a mistake. I don’t know why I did it. But I don’t want that with you, not anymore.”
Alex moved so that he was now beside Michael, not behind him. He stared at Michael’s profile, as if trying to decide if the other man was serious or not. Then he seemed to decide Michael wasn’t, because he shook his head in obvious disbelief and said dismissively, “Take your clothes off, Michael.”
“Fuck you!” Michael returned seethingly, “I said no.”
Alex gave Michael a sly glance and slid a hand down the younger man’s front suggestively.
“Fine. We won’t, if that’s what you want…or don’t want, as the case may be. It’s just that I remember things a little differently about our fucks, Michael. As I recall, you begged me for it. As I recall, you quite enjoyed yourself. And, as I recall, you told me that I was the best sex you ever had.”
He ran his index finger down to Michael’s abdomen, lifted the tee shirt and played with the muscles there, watching with amusement as Michael grew ever more uneasy, “I can even recall an occasion mere weeks ago when, in the throes of passion, you told me that you loved me.”
Michael’s face flushed-whether from anger or embarrassment, Alex did not know. But he did know that he had struck a nerve. He smiled, leaned in close and nibbled on Michael’s neck seductively, “Do you, Michael? Do you love me? I know you love my cock….need it. You want it as badly as I do, Michael…more…”
Michael wrenched away at that point, angry now, truly angry. His eyes ablaze, “You bastard! You killed my father! You killed Tweener and Haywire-they were innocents, they didn’t deserve to die! You’re a murderer and a liar and…and…”
“When you make those accusations, are you sure you are not looking in a mirror, Michael?” Alex asked smoothly, a smirk playing at his lips.
It infuriated Michael, who shoved the older man as hard as he could away from his personal space, “I’m nothing like you!” he roared, “You’ve been killing and justifying it for…years! You’re a monster! I hate you!”
“That’s all true, no doubt,” Alex smirked, leaning in close again against Michael’s slender frame, half-menacing, half-sensual, as always-“But tell me, Michael-with that big brain of yours-tell me, if you hate me so much and distrust me so entirely, why are you here…in the middle of the ocean….with me…alone?”
Michael turned his head to the side because if he did not, Alexander’s lips would have been brushing his by now, the other man was THAT close. He did not have an answer for the other man’s question.
“Why would you…put yourself in such peril. I mean, if I am such a…dangerous man, why would you allow yourself to be all alone and at my mercy?”
“I can take care of myself.” Michael replied defiantly, and it made the older man laugh out loud.
“Really?” Alex asked, clearly amused, “You really think that you could…take me?”
In an instant, he had Michael slammed against the far wall, arms pinned over his head, completely defenceless. It happened so quickly, Michael didn’t have time to react, much less stop him.
“I have a better idea, Michael…” Alex practically purred, “How about if I…take you, instead?”
With that, the older man dipped his head and tasted the salty skin of Michael’s neck once more, lavishing it with tongue and lips until the younger man, now completely silent, gasped and met the other man’s mouth, giving in and kissing Mahone, opening his mouth and entwining his tongue with that of the older man’s, making soft, gentle noises as the older man attacked his mouth again and again.
At last, Alex pulled away, a clear smile of victory playing upon his sharp, masculine features now, “Let’s fuck.”
Letting out a soft whimper of submission, Michael allowed himself to be pushed and dragged towards the back of the small vessel, then shoved unceremoniously upon the floor in the small, enclosed area where the life jackets and first aid kit were stored.
He looked up from the floor, dazed, as Mahone stripped out of his clothing. Once naked, he fell to knees in front of Michael, ripping away the younger man’s clothes with unrestrained lust. Michael offered no resistance, allowing Mahone to strip him, revelling in being handled in such a way. He closed his eyes, tipped his head back, and savoured the feeling of the older man’s hands all over his body.
On their knees now, both facing one another and naked, there was a brief pause as Michael opened his eyes and both men regarded one another in silence…then Alex was crawling on his knees to take up position behind Michael, forcing two fingers into Michael’s mouth, “Suck!” he demanded.
Michael did as he asked, whimpering when the fingers were removed, gasping as the fingers found his entrance and probed it, slipping deep inside, and preparing him in a haphazard fashion.
He felt the bluntness of Alexander’s cock against his anus and barely had time to register what was about to happen-again-before the former agent breached him, causing the younger man to cry out and fall forward on to his hands, Alex flush against his back, the older man’s arms sliding forward around Michael’s slim waist to hold the younger man, pull Michael back up against his stomach as he began to move inside Michael.
For a time there was only the sound of their animalistic lovemaking-panting, cries, moans of pleasure-and then Alex was against Michael’s right ear, whispering to him.
“Ahhh…God, Michael…being inside you again is like…” Alex stopped because he had no words for what it felt like. Words like bliss and rapturous seemed too romantic-not to mention too inadequate-for what they were sharing, “Oh….”
Michael’s reply was a whimper that drove the older man wild with lust, and he slammed into the man under him hard and rough, as Michael clawed at the floor, and lifted his knees toward his chest ever more, granting the older man deeper access to his body, feeling Alex slide deeper inside him, moaning at the contact.
Then, for a moment only, it was tender, gentle lovemaking, Alex finding a rhythm and Michael responding with a gentle arch of his body, soft sighs issuing from the full lips. Then Alexander seemed to change his mind and pulled himself from Michael roughly, causing the younger man to cry out in pain at the lost of contact.
Ina moment, he was being forced up on his feet and pushed towards the nearest wall. Alexander shoved Michael up against it and slammed into him from behind once again, grabbing Michael at his hips and roaring like a tiger at the renewed connection, slamming hard and fast and not caring at all that Michael’s head was being slammed against the hard wood wall with each thrust.
Truth be told, Michael didn’t care either. He was completely at Mahone’s mercy and nothing had ever felt so fucking good. Even the pain was bliss.
Desperate to centre himself, Michael grabbed at an overhang just above where his head was, spread his legs and bent his knees to steady himself against the onslaught. One particularly nasty thrust sent his head sailing hard against the wall and cutting it open slightly at the forehead. Blood streamed down his face and he tasted it on his own lips.
Michael licked his lips, smiled at the taste, and came. He looked down in time to watch the last of his semen explode from his cock, watched as it sprayed onto the wall of the boat, then let his eyes fall closed in blissful surrender.
Behind him, Alexander drew closer and closer to release. He felt Michael’s orgasm, felt the other man go slack in his arms, as Michael’s head lulled back onto his shoulder and his knees buckled. He saw the blood and it awoke something inside him that he would later try very hard to deny. He screamed as lust overtook his last visages of control, slammed his hips wildly, and came inside Michael until he had nothing left to give.
When it was over and both men were sated to the point of exhaustion, Michael lay entwined in Alexander’s embrace, “I never knew I could feel like this,” he admitted softly, kissing the muscled torso of his lover lightly, causing the older man to shudder at the feather light touch, “Never knew sex could be like this.”
Alex smiled lazily and checked the cut on Michael’s forehead once more, it wasn’t serious and would heal quickly, but he still worried. Michael pulled away from his attentive hand, “I’m fine, Alex!” he said, slightly annoyed, then relaxed as Alex pulled him back atop his chest, stroking his back lightly while Michael played with the older man’s chest hair once more, “My head will be fine. It’s just…God, when I’m with you, it’s like…I have no control. The sex is….it’s so intense.”
Alex cracked a half smile, and stared at the ceiling of the small fishing vessel, enjoying the feel of the boat lulling in the water from side to side, “I know what you mean. Sex with you is like….bathing in champagne.”
Michael crinkled his nose and sat up slightly, looking into Alexander’s deep blue eyes, “Is that a compliment?”
Alex laughed and nodded, “Yes, Michael. It’s a compliment-at least, it’s supposed to be!”
“I don’t even know what it’s supposed to mean. It sounds…sticky and…gross.” Michael looked disgusted.
“Oh, I can assure you, Michael, bathing in champagne is NOT sticky-or gross. It’s…lovely. Really quite lovely.” Mahone’s voice sounded very far away as if he were lost in some memory from his past-a past Michael knew next to nothing about.
“You’ve done it?” Michael gasped, completely shocked.
Mahone gave him a sly smile, “Yes, once. And it was like fucking you-indulgent, sexy, intoxicating….fun. We’ll have to try it sometime.”
“There is so much about you I don’t know.” Michael said, half-serious, half-joking.
Mahone nodded, “here’s plenty of time now to find out.”
Michael managed a small smile and allowed himself to be thoroughly kissed by his lover.
“I didn’t mean it, you know,” he admitted when they broke the kiss at long last, “What I said before about hating you, about you being a monster…I was just…mad, confused…I don’t know how to…define what I feel for you, don’t know how to…deal with what I feel for you, I guess.”
“I know.” Alex nodded understandingly, “I know.”
Michael sighed heavily and rolled off of his lover. Now both men stared impassively at the chipped ceiling above them, “What are we going to do, Alex?” Michael asked when the silence became too deafening.
Alex was quiet for a moment longer and then he spoke, “Keep having sex when the mood strikes us. Try to…navigate some sort of…relationship.”
Michael drew in a sharp breath at that, “You’re serious? You think we could? I mean, you’d want to have a relationship with me? Really?”
Alex glanced at Michael out of the corner of his eye and smirked once more, “Yes, of course! I mean, it’s either keep on fucking you-or have to buy champagne for my bath tub every night-and I don’t have that kind of money!”
Michael laughed as Alexander did and when the laughter died away, replied with a soft, “Fuck you.”
He expected a clever retort from his mind mate. Instead he felt the older man’s intense gaze on him and turned on his side to look into Alexander’s face, “Michael,” he said softly, “I should have said this weeks ago when you said it to me. I don’t know why I didn’t…”
Michael’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “What?”
“I love you too.”