Day Twenty Nine - My Heart Stops 6/6 - M2 - NC-17
Title: My Heart Stops 6/6
Author: anyothergirl415
Characters/Pairing: CWRPS - Mike/Misha
Theme: Nano Table
Prompt: 27 - shelter
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1,500
Summary: A look at how the back together again couple make it work.
Notes: The last in the story. Start here
When will your mom be home?
Mike watched the hands of his boyfriend move, uncertain and slow but in the right way and he couldn’t help grinning. Even though he didn’t need Misha to sign, he had to admit there were advantages to being able to talk without writing it down. So Misha learned by doing it himself and Mike encouraged him in all the best ways he knew how.
Holding up nine fingers, Mike glances over at the clock then fell back on the bed. It was only six thirty; they had plenty of time yet to be alone. Come here.
“That’s come here right?” Misha asked quietly, crawling across the bed and pressing his arms down into the bed on either side of Mike. “Did I get it?”
Grinning a little brighter, Mike nodded then pushed up, capturing Misha lips against his own in a slow, delicious kiss. It was strange the way everything had worked itself out after their first initial fall out. Mike hadn’t thought it would be so easy - if you wanted to call the fall out in Misha’s popularity something easy to deal with - and he was a little relieved that nothing worse had happened.
Especially since his relationship with Misha couldn’t be better now and that was the most important thing.
Misha’s hands slipped up under his shirt, running soft along Mike’s chest to make him squirm. “Gonna take this off,” Misha murmured before sitting back and pulling Mike up with him. They sat face to face on the bed, Misha gently working Mike out of his shirt before pulling off his own.
This wasn’t so unusual; Mike had seen Misha without a shirt. Hell, he’d seen him mostly naked - at least the parts that really counted - so there was really no reason his cheeks should be so flushed. Maybe because his mind was supplying him with how far they’d gone and what they’d left to do and what Mike wanted right then and there.
He lifted his hand and signed quickly, not all that surprised when Misha just arched his eyebrow, clearly not knowing the new sign. Which made sense, since Mike hadn’t honestly thought to teach him that. Read aloud.
“Alright.” Misha slowly nodded, eyes flickering between Mike’s hands and his face. “I. Want. To. What’s that one? Oh, right, go. All. The. Way.”
Mike nodded and dropped his hands in his lap, waiting for Misha to put the sentence together. He dropped his gaze after too long of a silence because he didn’t want to see Misha’s face if he got rejected.
“You want to have sex?” Misha squeaked a moment later, a soft laugh following the high lift of his voice. “Sorry, just uh, wow. I mean, I want that, of course I do.”
Wetting his lips, Mike looked up and smiled softly at Misha, raising his eyebrow to silently ask Misha what else he wasn’t saying. He’d actually sort of thought that Misha had already had sex, he seemed pretty experienced when it came to everything else.
“It’s just, are you sure? I mean, god I want that, really bad. But if you’re not sure, we can wait. I don’t need you to put out to keep me around. So it’s okay.” Misha spoke softly, running a hand up through his hair. “Because if you don’t want too-”
Mike reached out and pressed his palm over Misha’s lips, his smile growing. When their eyes locked he slowly nodded and gave Misha his best fuck me look. Not being able to flat out say something like that was complicated but he was fairly certain Misha and he had developed a suitable method of communicating without words.
So when Misha smiled as Mike pulled his hand away, Mike was fairly certain they were on the same page. Even more so when Misha pushed him down against the bed and crawled over him, their lips meeting in a rapidly deepening kiss. Misha’s hands burned where they slid all over his body, across his chest, dipping just under Mike’s jeans.
The closest they’d come to actual sex was the time when Misha slipped just the tip of his finger up in Mike. For some reason that had seemed outrageously hot and he’d come before Misha could get any further.
Now was a different story though.
They peeled off layers of denim and cotton until both their bodies were bare, their skin searing as it met and rolled together. Mike twisted to the side and grabbed the bottle of lube he’d bought in the nightstand drawer and tossed it back to Misha. Their eyes met again and Mike smiled to match Misha’s, his heart flipping in his chest.
Mike was thoroughly distracted in the next moment by Misha swallowing him down, sucking him expertly and bringing Mike’s hips off the bed with every moment. So he didn’t even realize Misha was shifting his fingers forward until the first one breached his tight ring of muscle.
It was unlike anything Mike had ever felt before, silky hot and burning, in a dull throbbing way that should have hurt but simply made Mike harder. It continued like that too. Misha kept sucking him down, working him over with a skilled tongue and silck heat, and every time he’d pull Mike in all the way he’d slip another finger in.
Mike’s body twisted and writhed with passion as Misha stretched and pushed and twisted his fingers deep within Mike. And Mike was fairly certain he was going to come at any moment because Jesus Christ the pain pleasure of this was almost too intense.
Then Misha was pulling his fingers free and Mike’s lips parted in a soundless gasp. He could feel Misha crawl up over him as if every inch of his skin was prickling and humming with awareness. So amazing already and nothing had even happened.
“God Mike,” Misha groaned softly and Mike could hear the tear of foil before Misha was moaning once more.
Mike was trying not to tense himself, knowing relaxing was the key. But he couldn’t help stiffening as Misha first pressed against him, the feel too blunt and wide, and Mike didn’t think he’d be able to handle it. Luckily, his boyfriend knew exactly how to calm him down.
A hand stroked softly along his jaw, up through his hair and Misha dipped way down to gently kiss him, deepening it as he inched his cock forward into Mike. This burn and stretch was ten thousand times more intense and it lost some of the pleasuring edge that he’d known before.
Until Misha was all the way in, panting against his lips, and Mike was forcing out small breaths to keep from tearing back and sliding away. It really didn’t hurt that bad but it was certainly much different from what Mike was use to.
“You okay?” Misha asked after a few moments, his voice tight and breathless.
Mike figured this had to be the opposite for him, the pleasure almost too much. Smiling softly, Mike nodded and pressed up for another soft kiss. Then it changed, the pain ebbed away and Misha shifted forward. The boy’s cock pressed against a spot deep within him and Mike shuddered at the sudden flash of pleasure.
A clutch at Misha’s arm and the boy was moving, pulling back and sliding forward in continuing swift movements, each time a little deeper, a little harder. There was no name for this type of pleasure, Mike just knew that it felt like his entire body was convulsing with rippling waves of it. Surely Misha was going to be the death of him, in the absolute best way.
“Mike,” Misha moaned and rocked his hips harder forward, snapping with the increased pace.
Mike forced his eyes open and stared up at Misha, watching the pleasure painted along his face. He couldn’t believe that this boy chose him, that he’d taken a risk for him, that he wanted him.
“Can’t hold-“ Misha gasped and smashed his lips down against Mike’s, painfully hard so their teeth clashed and clicked together.
Then a warm hand was wrapping around Mike’s cock, stroking and twisting with each hard thrust forward. It was enough for Mike to lose his own control and his fingers dug into Misha’s shoulders as his orgasm tore silently through him. In Mike’s crazy little fantasies he’d always imagined suddenly being able to make noise when he came but that wasn’t the case, and maybe that was better.
Misha came moments later, pulling out of him after a long while of simply laying on Mike’s chest. Mike closed his eyes as Misha’s weight temporarily left him then returned with a warm rag that ran over Mike’s chest.
Swallowing thickly, Mike rolled onto his side and faced Misha, smiling sleepily. He lifted his hand and signed slowly, each fall of his eyelids taking longer to pull back up. I love you.
Misha chuckled softly and nodded, grasping Mike’s hand and bringing it up to gently kiss each finger. “I love you too.”
No part of Mike doubted Misha’s words and that was kind of amazing.
~End
Author: anyothergirl415
Characters/Pairing: CWRPS - Mike/Misha
Theme: Nano Table
Prompt: 27 - shelter
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1,500
Summary: A look at how the back together again couple make it work.
Notes: The last in the story. Start here
When will your mom be home?
Mike watched the hands of his boyfriend move, uncertain and slow but in the right way and he couldn’t help grinning. Even though he didn’t need Misha to sign, he had to admit there were advantages to being able to talk without writing it down. So Misha learned by doing it himself and Mike encouraged him in all the best ways he knew how.
Holding up nine fingers, Mike glances over at the clock then fell back on the bed. It was only six thirty; they had plenty of time yet to be alone. Come here.
“That’s come here right?” Misha asked quietly, crawling across the bed and pressing his arms down into the bed on either side of Mike. “Did I get it?”
Grinning a little brighter, Mike nodded then pushed up, capturing Misha lips against his own in a slow, delicious kiss. It was strange the way everything had worked itself out after their first initial fall out. Mike hadn’t thought it would be so easy - if you wanted to call the fall out in Misha’s popularity something easy to deal with - and he was a little relieved that nothing worse had happened.
Especially since his relationship with Misha couldn’t be better now and that was the most important thing.
Misha’s hands slipped up under his shirt, running soft along Mike’s chest to make him squirm. “Gonna take this off,” Misha murmured before sitting back and pulling Mike up with him. They sat face to face on the bed, Misha gently working Mike out of his shirt before pulling off his own.
This wasn’t so unusual; Mike had seen Misha without a shirt. Hell, he’d seen him mostly naked - at least the parts that really counted - so there was really no reason his cheeks should be so flushed. Maybe because his mind was supplying him with how far they’d gone and what they’d left to do and what Mike wanted right then and there.
He lifted his hand and signed quickly, not all that surprised when Misha just arched his eyebrow, clearly not knowing the new sign. Which made sense, since Mike hadn’t honestly thought to teach him that. Read aloud.
“Alright.” Misha slowly nodded, eyes flickering between Mike’s hands and his face. “I. Want. To. What’s that one? Oh, right, go. All. The. Way.”
Mike nodded and dropped his hands in his lap, waiting for Misha to put the sentence together. He dropped his gaze after too long of a silence because he didn’t want to see Misha’s face if he got rejected.
“You want to have sex?” Misha squeaked a moment later, a soft laugh following the high lift of his voice. “Sorry, just uh, wow. I mean, I want that, of course I do.”
Wetting his lips, Mike looked up and smiled softly at Misha, raising his eyebrow to silently ask Misha what else he wasn’t saying. He’d actually sort of thought that Misha had already had sex, he seemed pretty experienced when it came to everything else.
“It’s just, are you sure? I mean, god I want that, really bad. But if you’re not sure, we can wait. I don’t need you to put out to keep me around. So it’s okay.” Misha spoke softly, running a hand up through his hair. “Because if you don’t want too-”
Mike reached out and pressed his palm over Misha’s lips, his smile growing. When their eyes locked he slowly nodded and gave Misha his best fuck me look. Not being able to flat out say something like that was complicated but he was fairly certain Misha and he had developed a suitable method of communicating without words.
So when Misha smiled as Mike pulled his hand away, Mike was fairly certain they were on the same page. Even more so when Misha pushed him down against the bed and crawled over him, their lips meeting in a rapidly deepening kiss. Misha’s hands burned where they slid all over his body, across his chest, dipping just under Mike’s jeans.
The closest they’d come to actual sex was the time when Misha slipped just the tip of his finger up in Mike. For some reason that had seemed outrageously hot and he’d come before Misha could get any further.
Now was a different story though.
They peeled off layers of denim and cotton until both their bodies were bare, their skin searing as it met and rolled together. Mike twisted to the side and grabbed the bottle of lube he’d bought in the nightstand drawer and tossed it back to Misha. Their eyes met again and Mike smiled to match Misha’s, his heart flipping in his chest.
Mike was thoroughly distracted in the next moment by Misha swallowing him down, sucking him expertly and bringing Mike’s hips off the bed with every moment. So he didn’t even realize Misha was shifting his fingers forward until the first one breached his tight ring of muscle.
It was unlike anything Mike had ever felt before, silky hot and burning, in a dull throbbing way that should have hurt but simply made Mike harder. It continued like that too. Misha kept sucking him down, working him over with a skilled tongue and silck heat, and every time he’d pull Mike in all the way he’d slip another finger in.
Mike’s body twisted and writhed with passion as Misha stretched and pushed and twisted his fingers deep within Mike. And Mike was fairly certain he was going to come at any moment because Jesus Christ the pain pleasure of this was almost too intense.
Then Misha was pulling his fingers free and Mike’s lips parted in a soundless gasp. He could feel Misha crawl up over him as if every inch of his skin was prickling and humming with awareness. So amazing already and nothing had even happened.
“God Mike,” Misha groaned softly and Mike could hear the tear of foil before Misha was moaning once more.
Mike was trying not to tense himself, knowing relaxing was the key. But he couldn’t help stiffening as Misha first pressed against him, the feel too blunt and wide, and Mike didn’t think he’d be able to handle it. Luckily, his boyfriend knew exactly how to calm him down.
A hand stroked softly along his jaw, up through his hair and Misha dipped way down to gently kiss him, deepening it as he inched his cock forward into Mike. This burn and stretch was ten thousand times more intense and it lost some of the pleasuring edge that he’d known before.
Until Misha was all the way in, panting against his lips, and Mike was forcing out small breaths to keep from tearing back and sliding away. It really didn’t hurt that bad but it was certainly much different from what Mike was use to.
“You okay?” Misha asked after a few moments, his voice tight and breathless.
Mike figured this had to be the opposite for him, the pleasure almost too much. Smiling softly, Mike nodded and pressed up for another soft kiss. Then it changed, the pain ebbed away and Misha shifted forward. The boy’s cock pressed against a spot deep within him and Mike shuddered at the sudden flash of pleasure.
A clutch at Misha’s arm and the boy was moving, pulling back and sliding forward in continuing swift movements, each time a little deeper, a little harder. There was no name for this type of pleasure, Mike just knew that it felt like his entire body was convulsing with rippling waves of it. Surely Misha was going to be the death of him, in the absolute best way.
“Mike,” Misha moaned and rocked his hips harder forward, snapping with the increased pace.
Mike forced his eyes open and stared up at Misha, watching the pleasure painted along his face. He couldn’t believe that this boy chose him, that he’d taken a risk for him, that he wanted him.
“Can’t hold-“ Misha gasped and smashed his lips down against Mike’s, painfully hard so their teeth clashed and clicked together.
Then a warm hand was wrapping around Mike’s cock, stroking and twisting with each hard thrust forward. It was enough for Mike to lose his own control and his fingers dug into Misha’s shoulders as his orgasm tore silently through him. In Mike’s crazy little fantasies he’d always imagined suddenly being able to make noise when he came but that wasn’t the case, and maybe that was better.
Misha came moments later, pulling out of him after a long while of simply laying on Mike’s chest. Mike closed his eyes as Misha’s weight temporarily left him then returned with a warm rag that ran over Mike’s chest.
Swallowing thickly, Mike rolled onto his side and faced Misha, smiling sleepily. He lifted his hand and signed slowly, each fall of his eyelids taking longer to pull back up. I love you.
Misha chuckled softly and nodded, grasping Mike’s hand and bringing it up to gently kiss each finger. “I love you too.”
No part of Mike doubted Misha’s words and that was kind of amazing.
~End