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Tom leaned in and kissed Mike again and Mike smiled. He could do this. He began to palm Tom through his boxers, noting that he was considerably larger than anyone Mike had been with. Mike dropped to his knees and pulled Tom’s boxers down and off. Wrapping one hand around the base, Mike took just the tip into his mouth. He licked and sucked at the head, feeling it harden in his mouth. He took great joy in teasing Tom until he was panting and moaning, head thrown back and teeth clenched as he tried not to come.
“That’s enough, I still want to fuck you,” he finally said, pushing Mike back slightly.
Mike stood up and stripped off his own clothes. Tom pulled him in for another kiss, grinding their hips together as he picked Mike up and carried him to the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom out of the bedside table and dropped them on the bed next to Mike.
“What position do you prefer?” Tom panted into Mike’s ear.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Mike mumbled, kissing along Tom’s neck.
Tom grabbed Mike’s legs and draped them over his shoulders before lubing up his fingers and pushing two of them in. Mike moaned loudly at the intrusion and made sure to relax as much as possible. Tom wasted no time in pumping them in and out, scissoring them and opening Mike up as much as possible. He added a third finger on a whim and used them to open Mike up until he was practically riding them, begging for more. Tom pulled the fingers out just long enough to slap on a condom and then he was pushing into Mike in one steady stroke.
Mike never knew sex could be this good. Before it had been all awkward fumblings and half-hearted thrusting, even when Mike was in control. Sex with Tom was as strong and powerful as he was. He snapped his hips forward in slow, even strokes, shifting every few strokes until he found that spot inside of Mike that made him see stars. Mike gasped and tightened his ankles around the back of Tom’s head when that happened. Tom just grinned and began to pound into Mike, faster, harder, never once losing endurance until Mike felt heat building in his groin.
“Shit, Tom, I can’t hold out any more,” Mike gasped.
Tom just continued to thrust harder, reaching a hand down to jerk Mike off. With only a few pulls, Mike was spilling himself all over Tom’s hand, screaming out his orgasm. Tom came shortly after, deep inside Mike’s ass, before slowly and carefully pulling out.
“That was…,” Mike trailed off, unsure of what to say.
“Yeah. Yeah it was," Tom said.
[End of part one.]
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This is wonderful! I'm grinning and squealing like a five-year-old on the inside. And as I read I was all, "Aw, Mike! D'X" and "Bad Trevor! D<" and "Oh, Tom! :D"
Bb, don't even worry about deviating from the prompt. I adore this so far, and I'm certain I'll enjoy the rest just as much.
I give you my gracious gratitude that you filled another of my damn Trevor prompts! Lol :D
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And that's awesome! Personally, my OTP is Harvey/Mike (I'm not sure if you can tell from my half-dozen other prompts with them on this pretty little meme), but Trevor/Mike just has something about it, yes?
Again, my thanks for filling another of my prompting whims! (:
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Tom insisted on calling a cab to take Mike home and for once, he didn’t turn it down. He shook the entire way home, trying to wrap his mind around what just happened. He had actually enjoyed his time with Tom and not just in a shut-his-eye-and-fake-it-because-he was-doing-it-for-Trevor kind of way.
Trevor. Just the thought of going back to the apartment made Mike a little sick. And seriously, how fucked up was that? That Mike preferred the company of a man who just paid a grand to fuck him over that of his boyfriend. Mike felt a twisted sort of smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, a boyfriend who hit him for not wanting to go to Tom Keller in the first place.
All too soon the cab was dropping him off and Mike was climbing the two flights of stairs, bike at his side, to get to their apartment. He unlocked the door as quietly as possible, carefully pushed it open and carried his bike inside. He was halfway across the living room when a light flicked on. Mike jumped at the sudden brightness and then seeing it was only Trevor, laughed.
“Jesus, Trevor, you scared the shit out of me,” he said.
“Why didn’t you text?” Trevor asked calmly.
Mike frowned slightly at the almost too casual tone of Trevor’s voice. “I guess I just forgot,” he finally answered.
Trevor just nodded, then stood up and walked over to Mike.
“And what exactly is it that Tom wanted from you that was so great, you forgot to text?” he asked.
Mike takes a step back, throat suddenly dry as he tries to think of an answer. “Just, you know, the usual I guess,” he finally manages.
Trevor chuckles softly to himself and before Mike can even try to stop it, Trevor’s fist comes down hard on his face.
“When I ask you a fucking question, I expect an immediate answer. Got it?” Trevor demanded through gritted teeth.
“Yes, I’m sorry, Trevor,” Mike said, clutching his rapidly swelling eye.
“Good. Now I’ll ask you again. What did Tom Keller want from you?” Trevor said slowly.
“He just wanted a blow job and to fuck me, that’s it,” Mike replied.
“That’s it? Nothing else?”
“No, Trevor, I swear, that’s all he wanted,” Mike said. Trevor narrowed his eyes dangerously and Mike quickly wrapped his arms around his ribs, just in case.
“I saved you some dinner. It’s in the microwave,” Trevor finally said.
“Thanks, I’ll just go wash up and then I’ll eat.”
Trevor didn’t even bother to respond. He simply turned on the tv and settled in to watch. Mike hurried to the bathroom, shut the door and locked it before letting himself really breathe again. What had he done to make Trevor turn on him like this? Even his clients treated him better than this. His thoughts wandered to Tom. He had been so…nice and gentle with Mike.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Mike turned on the shower, stripped and stepped in. Trevor was just having a bad few days. He was probably just feeling guilty about pimping Mike out. Mike washed as quickly as possible and then put on a clean white t shirt and a pair of loose pajama pants. He padded barefoot into the kitchen and heated up the leftovers. He ate them standing hunched over the counter, waiting for some word or sign that Trevor was even interested in being near him.
It wasn’t until Mike finished eating and cleaned up his dishes that Trevor even look at him. Mike knew that look well. It was Trevor’s possessive look. He got it after every job Mike went to and it always led to one thing.
Mike let Trevor fuck him over the counter that night and faked his orgasm. Trevor was too drunk to even notice.
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Ah! Poor Mike! )': Don't worry, bb! Someone will rescue you!
Mini update is perfect and angst-y, beautiful author. <3
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Two days and one split lip later, Tom called for Mike again. That time he sent a cab to pick Mike up so he didn’t have to bike. Mike when in with only a nod from the doorman and a pointed look at his black eye and split lip. Mike self consciously raised a hand to his face and felt his face flush as he walked into the building and took the elevator to the top floor. When Tom opened the door, he immediately frowned.
“What happened to your face?” he asked.
“One of my other clients,” Mike said.
Tom’s eyes narrowed and he reached a hand out to examine Mike’s face. Mike threw an arm up to shield his face and Tom pulled his hand back as if he had been shocked.
“Give me his name,” Tom said dangerously.
“Is this why you called me over? I thought you wanted to have fun,” Mike said, reaching for Tom’s sweatpants.
Tom caught his hands easily and held them gently.
“Look me in the eye and tell me who did this to you,” Tom said softly.
Mike shook his head and tried for Tom’s pants again. “It doesn’t matter who it was. It doesn’t even hurt very much,” Mike said.
Tom sighed softly and kissed Mike on the forehead. “Get out.”
Mike’s eyes snapped up to meet his. “What? But what about-“
“I said get out. If you can’t tell me who’s hurting you, I can’t do this,” Tom explained.
Mike tried to keep from panicking. “Tom, please, it’s not a big deal. Just drop it.”
“If it’s not a big deal, why don’t you just tell me?”
Mike’s mouth fell open, struggling to find the right words. He couldn’t betray Trevor, no matter the cost. He pulled away and turned back to the elevator. He would deal with the repercussions later. He paid for the cab ride back to the apartment, determined to not think about what he was going to say to Trevor.
He climbed the stairs slower than usual and hesitated outside the door. Maybe it wouldn’t be too late to go back to Tom’s apartment. Maybe he hadn’t called Trevor yet. Maybe-The door to the apartment flew open and Trevor grabbed Mike by the arm and dragged him inside.
“What did you say to Tom?” he asked, shaking Mike roughly.
“Nothing, Trevor! I didn’t tell him anything!” Mike said.
“Bullshit, Mike! Why did he call me then? Telling me I need to get a better handle on the people I send you to. What the hell did you do?”
“He asked me where the bruises came from and I told him it was another client! Then he asked who and I wouldn’t tell him so he kicked me out,” Mike explained in a rush.
Trevor let go of his arm and scrubbed at his face with his hands.
“I’m so sorry, Mike. Shit, this is all my fault. I don’t know what I was thinking,” Trevor said softly, “Come here.”
Mike carefully moved closer to Trevor, one arm wrapped around his torso to protect his ribs. Trevor wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck in a careful hug, holding him carefully.
“I won’t send you out for a few days. We’ll wait for you to heal, I’ll take care of you and then, if you want, you can try again. I’m so sorry for everything. I love you so much, Mike. It just kills me to see you with them,” Trevor said.
Mike just listened and couldn’t help but relax into Trevor and wrap his arms around him. This was the Trevor he knew and loved. This was the man who had been his best friend for years and was now his lover. This was the person that Mike was willing to sacrifice for and it was great to have him back.
“That sounds great, Trevor. I’m sorry I couldn’t think of a better excuse,” Mike said.
Trevor let out a small, choked noise and replied, “You shouldn’t have to make up any excuses.”
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The really sad fact is that in a real life situation, Mike would not have many options for help and support, as most shelters/support networks only work with women and children, men are usually turned away or sent to general homeless shelters. They are not typically provided with the same level of support that women and children in abuse situations receive. At least in your story Mike seems to have Tom available for support.
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Another wonderful update, lovely. Reading about our poor Mike's pain shouldn't be something I look forward to, but, alas, I do.
He couldn’t betray Trevor, no matter the cost.
He climbed the stairs slower than usual and hesitated outside the door. Maybe it wouldn’t be too late to go back to Tom’s apartment. Maybe he hadn’t called Trevor yet.
..."I’m sorry I couldn’t think of a better excuse..."...“You shouldn’t have to make up any excuses.”
My heart.
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