A Million Kisses(Mike/Lane)

Lane led Mike back to his and Alex's room. He couldn't believe his husband actually wanted him to make love to Mike. He had been going to protest but Alex seemed like he was dead set on them doing this so what else could he do? Not that Lane didn't love Mike, he didn't mind making him feel good like this but he wondered if Alex would be okay.

The door clicked shut softly behind them. They stood there awkwardly for a few moments, both uncomfortable with this but Lane was not the type to beat around the bush. Lane put his hand's on Mike's waist and gently kissed him. Mike was rigid, he was not used to this but before long he melted into the kiss. It started slow, just small closed mouth kisses turned into opened mouth kisses with Lane stopping ever once in a while to pepper Mike's face with small butterfly kisses and leave a trail of hickeys down his neck.

Mike let out small whimpers and mews as Lane gently nipped at his skin. Lane let a hand slide under Mike's shirt and ghost over his warm pale skin. Lane didn't like how he could feel the bones when he made contact with Mike's abdomen and chest. He let out a small growl and stepped back, a frown on his face.
"Mikey, what did you let him do?"
Mike sighed and just shook his head.
"Don't."
So Lane didn't, he just slowly pulled the shit over Mike's head so he could kiss his lithe chest. Lane took a small, pink, nub between his teeth and tugged on it before letting his tongue swirl around the pert nipple. He lapped at it before giving the other the same treatment, all the while Mike groaned and trembled as Lane pleasured him.

Mike swallowed thickly as he was pushed up against the cold wall of the bed room. He tentatively reached down and tugged on Lane's shirt. Lane got the picture and lifted his arms over his head for Mike. Mike slipped the warm garment over Lane's head and threw it over in the corner. As soon as the shirt was off, Lane was back on Mike, his lips covering those of one of his husbands most precious people.

Lane let his hands drift south, tugging at the button on Mike's pants. He was making sure Mike was okay with it. He gave a small smile as Mike groaned and moved his hands down to help. The button got undone the zip got unzipped and soon the pants were slid off. Soon there was a gathering heap of clothes on the floor as Lane shed his own pants. They were left in nothing but their boxers. Lane had Mike pushed up against the wall already as he kissed his way down Mike's abdomen and past his navel.

Mike shivered, this was getting harder and harder to take. Mike didn't but did like this. Lane was being so gentle and loving with him but he was not Alex. Mike didn't want anyone to touch him who wasn't Alex. Sure he had been raped twice since being with him and while dead Daffy had brutally beaten and raped him but this was different. Lane wanted to make love to him, only Alex ever made love to him.

Mike felt the tears welling up in his eyes, they slowly made trails down his cheeks and landed on Lane's head as he kissed Mike's abdomen. Lane looked up and a small sigh escaped his lips as he pulled Mike to his chest after coming up and kissing his cheek.
"Mikey, its okay. He is the one who told us to do this. If we do then maybe we can all be together. He wont have to pick and neither of us will be alone." Lane cooed to his friend.
Mike just whimpered. He would be alone if that happened, he just knew Alex would not give Lane up. Not even after Mike had been the one to bare his two babies, stick around after Alex had struck him, not even after loosing two children, going through war and cancer.
He still loved Lane more.

Lane kissed away the tears and cooed sweet nothings into Mike's ear. It took a while but soon Mike had stopped crying and Lane had slowly tugged his boxers off along with his own. He had Mike turn around, his chest pressed against the wall as Lane dropped kisses on his back while he dropped to his knees behind his soon to be over. Lane softy bit into one of Mike's perfectly shaped cheeks, earning a groan for Mike which made his cock twitch in anticipation for what was sure to come.

Lane sucked on two of his fingers, making sure they were well lubricated before he slowly worked one into Mike. Mike have a small whimper but nothing else. Lane massaged Mike's walls carefully, waiting for Mike to adjust before adding the second. The second one met more resistance, Mike giving a small hiss as Lane slowly stretched him, scissoring his fingers. He continued the until Mike began to push back against the digits. Lane grinned and kissed his cheeks softly before removing his fingers, chuckling at Mike's whine of protest.

Lane once again turned Mike so that his back was to the wall of the bed room. He squeezed Mike's cheeks, spreading them as he picked him up and hovered him over his throbbing member. Mike let his legs wrap around Lane's waist as Lane slowly lowered him down onto his cock.

Mike whimpered louder as Lane entered him, his eyes clenched shut, the burning pain was horrible, jolts of electric pain shooting up his spine as he had taken all of Alex's husband's girth at once. Lane was still, even though it was hard. His member ached and throbbed, begging for him to move but he thought of Mike first.

When Mike was ready he rolled his hips and opened his eyes ever so slightly to stare at Lane. Lane smiled and took Mike's lips in a passionate kiss as he drew out so only the head was in before thrusting all the way into Mike. Mike cried out as Lane thrust into him, not as gentle as Alex but he was being more gentle than he thought he would have been.

Lane got a pace going,the thrust were deep and quick, Mike's back thudding against the wall as Lane fucked him. The sounds of there coupling, a mantra of moans and groans, meows, grunts, hisses, cries, whimpers, and whispers, the perfect symphony of porn.

Bliss, it was pure bliss the way Lane was driving in and out of him. Lane struck his prostate every other time, jolts of pleasure like liquid fire shooting through his lithe body as Lane fucked him. Mike was awoken from his bliss as a sharp pain in his shoulder made him open his eyes. He looked over to see Lane, now lapping at the bloody bite on Mike's shoulder.
"Wh-What?" Mike asked as Lane smiled at him.
"Daffy wont hurt you anymore, he sees this, he knows better." Lane explained.
Mike grinned and kissed Lane, tasting his own blood on the man's lips.

It didn't take very long for Lane to start to get that familiar feeling in his stomach. The was Mikey's velvety heat was hugging him perfectly as he rocked his hips was amazing and enough to send anyone over. Though he was trying to wait, he did not wish to come first.

Lane reached out and firmly grasped Mike's cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts, his thumb running over the sensitive head.
Mike felt his toes curl, his stomach churn, and his body spasm as he came hard. The sticky white substance now all over both of their chests.
But the name he wailed had not been the name of the man making love to him....

Lane continued to pump into Mike, even as he followed his new lover. Normally it would have hurt but Lane knew, he knew Mike was thinking of Alex.
He always was.
Lane came deep inside of his bestfriend with a growl of his name.

They rested there with Lane still ball deep inside if Mike as they caught there breath. When he was able, Lane pulled out and went to get a wash cloth. He wiped the cum off of his and Mike's chests, only stopping to lick his fingers before letting his finger caress Mike's hole, a faint smile on his face as Mike meowed. There were tears, Lane concluded as he removed his finger with a frown and finished cleaning them off.

Mike just kissed his forehead.
"You were not the reason those tears were there in the first place Lane, Daffy was. You don't need to worry about it, im fine." Mike assured his new lover.

Lane gathered some new, fresh clothes for him and changed, he also rounded up some clothes for Mike, he dressed his new lover and kissed him softly before pecking the new mark on his shoulder. Lane had to carry Mike to the couch because he was limping, even though Mike said it was not his fault, he was angry with himself for it. Lane and Mike settled down on the couch and were fast asleep in each others arms.