Drunken teenage troubles. Mike/Siska, NC-17
Title: Drunken teenage troubles.
Author: Me
Pairing: Mike Carden/Adam Siska
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Poor Mike is left in charge of a drunken and horny teenager, but I think he handles it well.
Warnings: Siska is technically underage... yet he's drinking and having sex!
Dedication: To Lessa who showed me the things that inspired me to do this, cause she's l33t like that. :\
A/N: S'also my first attempt at TAI fic.
Once Siska had calmed down a bit, Mike decided to take him back to their room and force him to sleep before he could try and punch someone else. He tugged Siska away, the curly haired boy blithely following him out the front. Mike called a cab on his mobile while Siska decided it would be funny to chase a lady who was walking a small dog past the venue. The lady screamed and ran from him, the dog getting dragged along until Mike shouted.
"Siska, sit your ass down!"
Siska pouted upon being yelled at, shuffling back over and sitting at Mike's feet while the lady looked at the boys in horror before hurrying on her way. Mike tapped his foot, having been put on hold, swaying to some tune that was stuck in his head, jumping slightly when something pressed against his thigh. He looked down to see Siska's head leaning on his leg, rubbing against it slightly as his arms curled around Mike's lower leg, hugging it tightly. Mike raised an eyebrow at him before someone spoke to him on the phone and he finally ordered the cab.
In the cab, Siska heckled the driver until Mike cuffed him up the back of the head, then Siska spent the rest of the trip staring at Mike and whimpering like a kicked puppy, while Mike tried desperately to ignore him. He also tried to ignore the way Siska's foot started rubbing against his shin. He had no idea what Siska was playing at, or what Siska's sudden interest in his legs was, so thought it best to ignore it.
Paying the cab driver was a hassle considering Siska was feeling playful again and kept trying to steal the money as Mike tried to hand it over, the fun ending when Mike shoved Siska hard and he stumbled, falling back onto the ground. Siska started to scream, shouting something about assault and rape until Mike clamped a hand over his mouth, shushing and calming him, assuring passers by that he was just drunk.
Deciding maybe it would have been less trouble to leave Siska to his own devices, let him punch someone else rather than take him into his own hands, Mike lead the inebriated teenager into the hotel, sighing when he decided he didn't want to walk and promptly sat on the floor in the middle of the foyer. Mike bowed his head to avoid everyone's stares as they walked around them, sighing deeply to calm himself before kneeling down, looking at Siska in annoyance.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Mike asked calmly and Siska looked pitiful, giving Mike the best puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen and fidgeting.
"I'm tired. Carry me?" Siska pleaded and Mike looked at him in disbelief.
"What? No. I couldn't carry you." Mike hissed and Siska huffed.
"I'm not getting up unless you carry me!" He exclaimed, folding his arms and looking away from the man kneeling before him. Mike made a noise of frustration, and throwing his hands out in front of him. Siska giggled while one of the clerks came forward, whispering,
"Excuse me, sir, but you're making a scene and I'm going to have to ask you to-"
"Fine!" Mike cut the startled young clerk off suddenly, speaking somewhat more forcefully than intended in his frustration. He stood up, walked around behind Siska, hooking him under the arms and proceeding to drag him across the foyer towards the lifts, people parting to let them through. Siska was still giggling, while Mike straightened, panting, to push the button on the lift. The lift doors dinged open and Mike dragged Siska in, sliding him against the wall while the clerk came forward, hurried crying,
"Excuse me, sir! But you can't go in there! You have to-!"
Though, again, he was cut off, this time by the doors closing and the lift starting to move. Mike leant back against the wall, wishing he had a cigarette on him, while Siska again leaned over against his leg, smiling up at the older man when Mike looked down at him.
"You..." Mike started, intending to tell him off or some other crap, but instead sighing and placing a hand on his fuzzy head. "Are entirely hopeless. Do you have any idea how much you've embarrassed me tonight?"
"I'm sorry." Siska whispered, looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes again making Mike have to look away, though his hand remained atop the 17-year-old's head. When the elevator reached their floor, Mike bent down to grab Siska again, but Siska got to his feet, smiling at him. He tugged at Mike's hand, suddenly playful yet again, and Mike let Siska lead him to their room.
Siska dragged him into the room and Mike suddenly stopped him, closing the door. Mike reached up, holding Siska's chin and tilting his face a little.
"Maybe I should take a look at your mouth, where you got hit?"
"I'm alright." Siska insisted, pulling away and fidgeting slightly. Mike frowned at Siska's continuing strange behaviour but decided to blame it on the amount of alcohol the seventeen-year-old had consumed earlier until Siska's mouth was suddenly pressed against his. Mike pulled away with a gasp, falling back against the door and looking at the younger man with wide eyes.
"Siska... What the hell?" Mike panted, looking shocked. Siska smiled awkwardly.
"I've been trying to pick up the courage to do that since you dragged me out of the place... But you kept yelling at me..." The teenager whispered, looking forlorn. Mike licked his lower lip tentatively, watching Siska warily as Siska tilted his head to look at him in turn. "Please, Mike?"
"P-please what? I don't know what you're asking me..." Mike whispered in reply, looking alarmed and confused. Siska stepped forward, Mike pushing himself hard back against the door, but unable to escape as Siska leaned into him again. Mike's eyes fluttered close as Siska's mouth awkwardly met his own again and Siska put an arm either side of him against the door for support. Mike gasped, arching his body slightly and opening his eyes as Siska moved away again.
"I want... to... For you to... I want to sleep with you..." Siska mumbled, taking up Mike's clammy hand and tugging him towards the bed. Mike pulled his hand from Siska's and Siska seemed worried until Mike suddenly pushed Siska down on top of the bed, straddling him and kissing him passionately. He pulled away and Siska smiled breathlessly. "You will...?"
"If I get to top..." Mike grinned. Siska reached down to tug at Mike's shirt, wanting to bare the older man quickly. Mike obligingly grabbed his shirt and slowly tugged it up over his head to throw it aside before returning to kiss Siska some more. Siska tasted of alcohol while Mike tasted of cigarettes, interesting combination but neither of them cared. Mike pulled away, looking at Siska through lowered lashes as he hitched up the teenager's tank top to lean in and kiss his stomach, making Siska moan and squirm.
"Wait... I thought you said you were tired..." Mike whispered suddenly, pulling away. Siska looked at him wide eyed, shaking his bushy head wildly.
"N-no. I just wanted you to carry me! I'm fine!" He insisted and Mike laughed a little, finishing what he had started and completely removing Siska's top. He ran his hands over Siska's chest before stopping just before his jeans.
"I don't want you to do anything you regret..." Mike murmured softly, eyeing Siska in worry, but Siska merely grabbed one of Mike's hands and pressed it to his crotch, letting it feel his erection through his jeans.
"I won't regret this... I swear, Mike, please..." He begged, his words a touch slurred but his eyes clear and full of lust. Mike took a deep breath and lent in to meet Siska's mouth roughly with his own, his tongue raiding the younger man's mouth, still fondling Siska through his jeans. Siska squirmed, his youthful eagerness fast getting the best of him. He pushed up and whimpered pleadingly. "Miiike. Don't tease me..."
Mike grinned, leaning away and opening Siska's jeans. He tugged them down the boy's obligingly lifted hips, along with his underwear, until they sat mid thigh and Siska was appropriately bared to him. He curled a hand around the base of Siska's length and scooted back so he could lean in and press a light kiss to the tip.
Siska whined, his stomach muscles tightening under the fingertips of Mike's other hand as he then gently ran his tongue over the head and gave a squeeze at the base. Siska's hips started to buck and Mike stopped touching his tummy to instead hold his hip, keeping him down as his lips slowly started to envelope Siska's cock. Mike started bobbing his head, taking Siska deeper into his mouth every time then drawing back to tease the head before dipping again.
Mike pulled all the way back to flick at the slit with his tongue, trying to act like he'd done this before, before plunging down, taking Siska into his throat, swallowing around him and making the teenager cry out. He then felt Siska pushing him away and obligingly sat back, looking at the boy panting beneath him with one arched eyebrow. Siska wriggled with a blush.
"I was going to... I don't want to yet..." He explained. "I want you to have sex with me, first."
Mike gave a crooked grin and finished removing Siska's pants, shoes and socks. He then got up to rid himself of the last of his own clothing, standing naked at the end of the bed while Siska gaped at him. Mike slowly crawled back onto the bed, leaning over Siska and kissing the top of his head lightly.
"When you put your eyes back in your head." He teased, watching as Siska reached out to touch his exposed cock, moaning in pleasure as Siska stroked him a few times. Siska watched his hand trailing over the other man's hard length, seeming more enamoured with what was between Mike's legs then he was with the legs themselves. Siska leaned up to kiss along Mike's collarbone as Mike braced himself over the bassist, letting Siska's hands and lips explore his skin. His eyes fluttered closed as Siska ran his hands up the guitarist's back while Siska's teeth lightly grazed one of his nipples. Mike grunted a little. "Do you want me in you?"
"Yes." Siska agreed, Mike able to feel his warm lips moving against his bare skin. Mike pushed Siska back down, denying him as he tried to reach up again and instead moving to kneel between Siska's wantonly spread thighs. He trailed his hand down Siska's stomach, rubbing his cock slightly before dropping down past his balls and touching his small tight opening. He teased it a little with his fingertips, feeling as Siska tried to relax for him. He sucked on the fingers of his other hand before switching hands, placing the other on the teenager's bare thigh while he slowly pressed his index finger inside. Siska arched and moaned softly, pushing down against Mike's hand and whimpering for more, so Mike pulled back and added a second. He moved his fingers in and out, scissoring them a bit before adding a third.
"Are you ready for me?" Mike murmured, leaning in to kiss along Siska's strong jaw. Siska nodded and Mike withdrew his fingers. "Ever done this before? Like, with a guy?"
"Maybe... Have you?" Siska replied teasingly. Mike leant back to raise his eyebrows at him.
"It's more important wether or not you have, seeing as you're the one taking it..."
"Stop talking, Carden, just do it!" Siska begged instead of properly replying. He wriggled more, curling his legs around Mike's waist and pulled their bodies into contact. Mike moaned and shifted, positioning himself and nudging at Siska's opening with the tip of his hard cock.
"I don't have any protection... But I swear I'm clean..." Mike promised and Siska nodded.
"Fine, enter me..."
Mike arched an eyebrow, murmuring, "So demanding."
Even as he said it, he started to push in. Siska moaned quietly, his brow furrowed slightly in pain as he was stretched, but begging for Mike to keep pushing. Mike got past the initial resistance and sank the rest of the way in. He didn't doubt Siska had done this at least once before, but he didn't care right now as he settled and waited for the teenager to adjust. He looked down at him, seeing clear half lidded eyes looking at him in turn.
"Good..." Siska whispered, his voice husky as he arched a little, pushing up against Mike, taking him deeper still. Mike couldn't hold himself back any longer, Siska was so tight and hot around him and he started to move slowly. He slid half way out and pushed easily back in, repeating his steady actions a few times until Siska begged, "More!"
Mike gripped Siska's hips and obligingly increased his pace. Siska was moaning softly with each thrust, but the moan turned into a yelp when Mike angled his hips a little and thrust against Siska's prostate. Mike did it again and Siska repeated his yelp, arching and tensing, then shuddering in helpless pleasure.
"Miiiike..." Siska whined, reaching up and tugging at the older man's long hair, trying to pull him down for a kiss. Mike leaned down, feeling Siska's hands tangle deeper into his hair as their lips wetly melded, the new position making Mike drive into Siska's prostate every time he thrust back in. Siska was breathing heavily through his nose, his body trying to match Mike's movements, meet his thrusts. Mike groaned softly as he broke the kiss and continued to pound into the teenager's welcoming body. He could feel Siska's hard cock trapped between their bodies, rubbing slick against his stomach, and reached in to grip it. Siska whined again, his body bucking needily, his head flinging back, sweaty curls flying everywhere.
"Mmm... Siska, you're so tight..." Mike panted, babbling a few other, less coherent things against Siska's skin as he lent his head against Siska's chest before leaning up to nibble lightly at his neck. Siska wriggled, his hands clenching and unclenching compulsively in Mike's brown hair, his own hair starting to stick to his sweaty flushed face, his eyes closed tight.
"M-mike. I'm getting close..." Siska warned, his voice breathless and wavering as his still rather inexperienced body was fast overwhelmed by the joint sensation of Mike's hand on him and Mike's cock inside him. Mike nodded, leaning back again. He was thrusting hard and deep, head lulling back, his mouth falling open a little, his smooth body glistening with sweat. Siska watched him, wide eyed and so turned on. His eyes snapped shut again as his body started to tremble, shuddering as he came with a cry, shooting over his stomach. As Siska arched beneath him and clenched around him, Mike slowed himself, not quite ready to be finished yet himself. He waited, still rocking gently into him as Siska slowly relaxed back, looking shyly up at Mike. "Sorry... I didn't mean..."
"S'alright..." Mike grunted dismissively, starting to speed up again, gripping Siska's hips again. "I'm not far off... Uh, myself..."
Siska made a soft noise in the back of his throat as Mike nudged his prostate again but his body was too spent to possibly respond. He pushed Mike's sweaty hair back from his face, watching as Mike bit his lip lightly and his face scrunched up in concentration. Siska's hand curled around the back of Mike's neck, and his lips muffled Mike's groan as he came inside the teenager's tight passage. Mike slowly pulled away, slipping free and stretching out along Siska's side.
"Mike..." Siska breathed, seeming rather drowsy, lazily patting Mike's hair. Mike smiled, forcing himself up.
"We better put some clothes on in case the others come back..." He whispered, getting up off the bed and Siska huffed childishly, rolling over a bit and putting his back to Mike.
"But I dun wanna!"
"Come on, Sisky..." Mike coaxed the suddenly once again evidently drunk teenager out of bed. They found their clothes and managed to get dressed, though Siska did fall over trying to get his jeans back on, pouting when Mike laughed at him.
"Sleep now." Siska mumbled, collapsing down on the newly made bed once he was dressed to Mike's satisfaction. He curled up slightly, hair sprayed across the pillow, one hand wedged between his slightly up tucked knees. Mike smiled fondly at him, crawling onto the mattress beside the half-asleep boy. He lay behind him, curling against the boy's warm back and gently draping an arm over him, pressing his head against the nape of Siska's neck.
"I don't regret it..." Siska muttered with a yawn and Mike smiled.
"Me neither." He agreed softly before letting himself drift off to sleep.
Mike woke again not long later when the others clattered into the room, lifting his head to inspect them briefly before snuggling closer still to the boy in front of him, ignoring the other's laughing and joking. He didn't care. He was happy as he was with his horny drunk teenager and pressed a light kiss to his back before sleep found him once again.
Author: Me
Pairing: Mike Carden/Adam Siska
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Poor Mike is left in charge of a drunken and horny teenager, but I think he handles it well.
Warnings: Siska is technically underage... yet he's drinking and having sex!
Dedication: To Lessa who showed me the things that inspired me to do this, cause she's l33t like that. :\
A/N: S'also my first attempt at TAI fic.
Once Siska had calmed down a bit, Mike decided to take him back to their room and force him to sleep before he could try and punch someone else. He tugged Siska away, the curly haired boy blithely following him out the front. Mike called a cab on his mobile while Siska decided it would be funny to chase a lady who was walking a small dog past the venue. The lady screamed and ran from him, the dog getting dragged along until Mike shouted.
"Siska, sit your ass down!"
Siska pouted upon being yelled at, shuffling back over and sitting at Mike's feet while the lady looked at the boys in horror before hurrying on her way. Mike tapped his foot, having been put on hold, swaying to some tune that was stuck in his head, jumping slightly when something pressed against his thigh. He looked down to see Siska's head leaning on his leg, rubbing against it slightly as his arms curled around Mike's lower leg, hugging it tightly. Mike raised an eyebrow at him before someone spoke to him on the phone and he finally ordered the cab.
In the cab, Siska heckled the driver until Mike cuffed him up the back of the head, then Siska spent the rest of the trip staring at Mike and whimpering like a kicked puppy, while Mike tried desperately to ignore him. He also tried to ignore the way Siska's foot started rubbing against his shin. He had no idea what Siska was playing at, or what Siska's sudden interest in his legs was, so thought it best to ignore it.
Paying the cab driver was a hassle considering Siska was feeling playful again and kept trying to steal the money as Mike tried to hand it over, the fun ending when Mike shoved Siska hard and he stumbled, falling back onto the ground. Siska started to scream, shouting something about assault and rape until Mike clamped a hand over his mouth, shushing and calming him, assuring passers by that he was just drunk.
Deciding maybe it would have been less trouble to leave Siska to his own devices, let him punch someone else rather than take him into his own hands, Mike lead the inebriated teenager into the hotel, sighing when he decided he didn't want to walk and promptly sat on the floor in the middle of the foyer. Mike bowed his head to avoid everyone's stares as they walked around them, sighing deeply to calm himself before kneeling down, looking at Siska in annoyance.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Mike asked calmly and Siska looked pitiful, giving Mike the best puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen and fidgeting.
"I'm tired. Carry me?" Siska pleaded and Mike looked at him in disbelief.
"What? No. I couldn't carry you." Mike hissed and Siska huffed.
"I'm not getting up unless you carry me!" He exclaimed, folding his arms and looking away from the man kneeling before him. Mike made a noise of frustration, and throwing his hands out in front of him. Siska giggled while one of the clerks came forward, whispering,
"Excuse me, sir, but you're making a scene and I'm going to have to ask you to-"
"Fine!" Mike cut the startled young clerk off suddenly, speaking somewhat more forcefully than intended in his frustration. He stood up, walked around behind Siska, hooking him under the arms and proceeding to drag him across the foyer towards the lifts, people parting to let them through. Siska was still giggling, while Mike straightened, panting, to push the button on the lift. The lift doors dinged open and Mike dragged Siska in, sliding him against the wall while the clerk came forward, hurried crying,
"Excuse me, sir! But you can't go in there! You have to-!"
Though, again, he was cut off, this time by the doors closing and the lift starting to move. Mike leant back against the wall, wishing he had a cigarette on him, while Siska again leaned over against his leg, smiling up at the older man when Mike looked down at him.
"You..." Mike started, intending to tell him off or some other crap, but instead sighing and placing a hand on his fuzzy head. "Are entirely hopeless. Do you have any idea how much you've embarrassed me tonight?"
"I'm sorry." Siska whispered, looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes again making Mike have to look away, though his hand remained atop the 17-year-old's head. When the elevator reached their floor, Mike bent down to grab Siska again, but Siska got to his feet, smiling at him. He tugged at Mike's hand, suddenly playful yet again, and Mike let Siska lead him to their room.
Siska dragged him into the room and Mike suddenly stopped him, closing the door. Mike reached up, holding Siska's chin and tilting his face a little.
"Maybe I should take a look at your mouth, where you got hit?"
"I'm alright." Siska insisted, pulling away and fidgeting slightly. Mike frowned at Siska's continuing strange behaviour but decided to blame it on the amount of alcohol the seventeen-year-old had consumed earlier until Siska's mouth was suddenly pressed against his. Mike pulled away with a gasp, falling back against the door and looking at the younger man with wide eyes.
"Siska... What the hell?" Mike panted, looking shocked. Siska smiled awkwardly.
"I've been trying to pick up the courage to do that since you dragged me out of the place... But you kept yelling at me..." The teenager whispered, looking forlorn. Mike licked his lower lip tentatively, watching Siska warily as Siska tilted his head to look at him in turn. "Please, Mike?"
"P-please what? I don't know what you're asking me..." Mike whispered in reply, looking alarmed and confused. Siska stepped forward, Mike pushing himself hard back against the door, but unable to escape as Siska leaned into him again. Mike's eyes fluttered close as Siska's mouth awkwardly met his own again and Siska put an arm either side of him against the door for support. Mike gasped, arching his body slightly and opening his eyes as Siska moved away again.
"I want... to... For you to... I want to sleep with you..." Siska mumbled, taking up Mike's clammy hand and tugging him towards the bed. Mike pulled his hand from Siska's and Siska seemed worried until Mike suddenly pushed Siska down on top of the bed, straddling him and kissing him passionately. He pulled away and Siska smiled breathlessly. "You will...?"
"If I get to top..." Mike grinned. Siska reached down to tug at Mike's shirt, wanting to bare the older man quickly. Mike obligingly grabbed his shirt and slowly tugged it up over his head to throw it aside before returning to kiss Siska some more. Siska tasted of alcohol while Mike tasted of cigarettes, interesting combination but neither of them cared. Mike pulled away, looking at Siska through lowered lashes as he hitched up the teenager's tank top to lean in and kiss his stomach, making Siska moan and squirm.
"Wait... I thought you said you were tired..." Mike whispered suddenly, pulling away. Siska looked at him wide eyed, shaking his bushy head wildly.
"N-no. I just wanted you to carry me! I'm fine!" He insisted and Mike laughed a little, finishing what he had started and completely removing Siska's top. He ran his hands over Siska's chest before stopping just before his jeans.
"I don't want you to do anything you regret..." Mike murmured softly, eyeing Siska in worry, but Siska merely grabbed one of Mike's hands and pressed it to his crotch, letting it feel his erection through his jeans.
"I won't regret this... I swear, Mike, please..." He begged, his words a touch slurred but his eyes clear and full of lust. Mike took a deep breath and lent in to meet Siska's mouth roughly with his own, his tongue raiding the younger man's mouth, still fondling Siska through his jeans. Siska squirmed, his youthful eagerness fast getting the best of him. He pushed up and whimpered pleadingly. "Miiike. Don't tease me..."
Mike grinned, leaning away and opening Siska's jeans. He tugged them down the boy's obligingly lifted hips, along with his underwear, until they sat mid thigh and Siska was appropriately bared to him. He curled a hand around the base of Siska's length and scooted back so he could lean in and press a light kiss to the tip.
Siska whined, his stomach muscles tightening under the fingertips of Mike's other hand as he then gently ran his tongue over the head and gave a squeeze at the base. Siska's hips started to buck and Mike stopped touching his tummy to instead hold his hip, keeping him down as his lips slowly started to envelope Siska's cock. Mike started bobbing his head, taking Siska deeper into his mouth every time then drawing back to tease the head before dipping again.
Mike pulled all the way back to flick at the slit with his tongue, trying to act like he'd done this before, before plunging down, taking Siska into his throat, swallowing around him and making the teenager cry out. He then felt Siska pushing him away and obligingly sat back, looking at the boy panting beneath him with one arched eyebrow. Siska wriggled with a blush.
"I was going to... I don't want to yet..." He explained. "I want you to have sex with me, first."
Mike gave a crooked grin and finished removing Siska's pants, shoes and socks. He then got up to rid himself of the last of his own clothing, standing naked at the end of the bed while Siska gaped at him. Mike slowly crawled back onto the bed, leaning over Siska and kissing the top of his head lightly.
"When you put your eyes back in your head." He teased, watching as Siska reached out to touch his exposed cock, moaning in pleasure as Siska stroked him a few times. Siska watched his hand trailing over the other man's hard length, seeming more enamoured with what was between Mike's legs then he was with the legs themselves. Siska leaned up to kiss along Mike's collarbone as Mike braced himself over the bassist, letting Siska's hands and lips explore his skin. His eyes fluttered closed as Siska ran his hands up the guitarist's back while Siska's teeth lightly grazed one of his nipples. Mike grunted a little. "Do you want me in you?"
"Yes." Siska agreed, Mike able to feel his warm lips moving against his bare skin. Mike pushed Siska back down, denying him as he tried to reach up again and instead moving to kneel between Siska's wantonly spread thighs. He trailed his hand down Siska's stomach, rubbing his cock slightly before dropping down past his balls and touching his small tight opening. He teased it a little with his fingertips, feeling as Siska tried to relax for him. He sucked on the fingers of his other hand before switching hands, placing the other on the teenager's bare thigh while he slowly pressed his index finger inside. Siska arched and moaned softly, pushing down against Mike's hand and whimpering for more, so Mike pulled back and added a second. He moved his fingers in and out, scissoring them a bit before adding a third.
"Are you ready for me?" Mike murmured, leaning in to kiss along Siska's strong jaw. Siska nodded and Mike withdrew his fingers. "Ever done this before? Like, with a guy?"
"Maybe... Have you?" Siska replied teasingly. Mike leant back to raise his eyebrows at him.
"It's more important wether or not you have, seeing as you're the one taking it..."
"Stop talking, Carden, just do it!" Siska begged instead of properly replying. He wriggled more, curling his legs around Mike's waist and pulled their bodies into contact. Mike moaned and shifted, positioning himself and nudging at Siska's opening with the tip of his hard cock.
"I don't have any protection... But I swear I'm clean..." Mike promised and Siska nodded.
"Fine, enter me..."
Mike arched an eyebrow, murmuring, "So demanding."
Even as he said it, he started to push in. Siska moaned quietly, his brow furrowed slightly in pain as he was stretched, but begging for Mike to keep pushing. Mike got past the initial resistance and sank the rest of the way in. He didn't doubt Siska had done this at least once before, but he didn't care right now as he settled and waited for the teenager to adjust. He looked down at him, seeing clear half lidded eyes looking at him in turn.
"Good..." Siska whispered, his voice husky as he arched a little, pushing up against Mike, taking him deeper still. Mike couldn't hold himself back any longer, Siska was so tight and hot around him and he started to move slowly. He slid half way out and pushed easily back in, repeating his steady actions a few times until Siska begged, "More!"
Mike gripped Siska's hips and obligingly increased his pace. Siska was moaning softly with each thrust, but the moan turned into a yelp when Mike angled his hips a little and thrust against Siska's prostate. Mike did it again and Siska repeated his yelp, arching and tensing, then shuddering in helpless pleasure.
"Miiiike..." Siska whined, reaching up and tugging at the older man's long hair, trying to pull him down for a kiss. Mike leaned down, feeling Siska's hands tangle deeper into his hair as their lips wetly melded, the new position making Mike drive into Siska's prostate every time he thrust back in. Siska was breathing heavily through his nose, his body trying to match Mike's movements, meet his thrusts. Mike groaned softly as he broke the kiss and continued to pound into the teenager's welcoming body. He could feel Siska's hard cock trapped between their bodies, rubbing slick against his stomach, and reached in to grip it. Siska whined again, his body bucking needily, his head flinging back, sweaty curls flying everywhere.
"Mmm... Siska, you're so tight..." Mike panted, babbling a few other, less coherent things against Siska's skin as he lent his head against Siska's chest before leaning up to nibble lightly at his neck. Siska wriggled, his hands clenching and unclenching compulsively in Mike's brown hair, his own hair starting to stick to his sweaty flushed face, his eyes closed tight.
"M-mike. I'm getting close..." Siska warned, his voice breathless and wavering as his still rather inexperienced body was fast overwhelmed by the joint sensation of Mike's hand on him and Mike's cock inside him. Mike nodded, leaning back again. He was thrusting hard and deep, head lulling back, his mouth falling open a little, his smooth body glistening with sweat. Siska watched him, wide eyed and so turned on. His eyes snapped shut again as his body started to tremble, shuddering as he came with a cry, shooting over his stomach. As Siska arched beneath him and clenched around him, Mike slowed himself, not quite ready to be finished yet himself. He waited, still rocking gently into him as Siska slowly relaxed back, looking shyly up at Mike. "Sorry... I didn't mean..."
"S'alright..." Mike grunted dismissively, starting to speed up again, gripping Siska's hips again. "I'm not far off... Uh, myself..."
Siska made a soft noise in the back of his throat as Mike nudged his prostate again but his body was too spent to possibly respond. He pushed Mike's sweaty hair back from his face, watching as Mike bit his lip lightly and his face scrunched up in concentration. Siska's hand curled around the back of Mike's neck, and his lips muffled Mike's groan as he came inside the teenager's tight passage. Mike slowly pulled away, slipping free and stretching out along Siska's side.
"Mike..." Siska breathed, seeming rather drowsy, lazily patting Mike's hair. Mike smiled, forcing himself up.
"We better put some clothes on in case the others come back..." He whispered, getting up off the bed and Siska huffed childishly, rolling over a bit and putting his back to Mike.
"But I dun wanna!"
"Come on, Sisky..." Mike coaxed the suddenly once again evidently drunk teenager out of bed. They found their clothes and managed to get dressed, though Siska did fall over trying to get his jeans back on, pouting when Mike laughed at him.
"Sleep now." Siska mumbled, collapsing down on the newly made bed once he was dressed to Mike's satisfaction. He curled up slightly, hair sprayed across the pillow, one hand wedged between his slightly up tucked knees. Mike smiled fondly at him, crawling onto the mattress beside the half-asleep boy. He lay behind him, curling against the boy's warm back and gently draping an arm over him, pressing his head against the nape of Siska's neck.
"I don't regret it..." Siska muttered with a yawn and Mike smiled.
"Me neither." He agreed softly before letting himself drift off to sleep.
Mike woke again not long later when the others clattered into the room, lifting his head to inspect them briefly before snuggling closer still to the boy in front of him, ignoring the other's laughing and joking. He didn't care. He was happy as he was with his horny drunk teenager and pressed a light kiss to his back before sleep found him once again.