Can't Be Strong

"That's cruel." Mike laughed and looked down at the man in his arms in which he has lusted after for so long.

"I know." John chuckled. He just realized, he was feeling pretty sober. He also noticed his head felt like it was being split open with a jackhammer.
"Goddamnit, how wasted was I?" He laughed, massaging his temples.

"It was ridiculous." Mike told him, taking over the job of massaging John's temples.

"I say anything? Like anything bad? Perverted? Mean? That's typical drunk John." He chuckled, relaxing as Mike massaged his head.

"No, you acted like a child. You weren't really bad or mean to me one bit." Mike looked thoughtful.

"Ahh, thats about a seven on a scale of one to ten. I've been worse." John chuckled.

Mike nodded, he was hoping he was special and that was why John hadn't been mean. Maybe every one else was right, maybe he needed to give it up...John would never want someone like him. Mike sighed.

"Yupp. One through four, i'm cranky. Five through eight i'm giddy. And nine and ten i'm a bit horny." John laughed, resting his head in Mike's laps.

Mike's jaw clenched, he knew he was at least a little hard and if John didn't want him even when he was drunk and looking for a quick fuck he hated to think of what he would act like when he was sober about Mike wanting him like that. Mike took a deep breath, trying to think of a reason for John to get up. He really didn't want to though, it was nice to have John so close, but he was still so far away.

"You look tense." John said, brow furrowing as he looked up at Mike.

"I-I" Mike stuttered for a moment, looking any where but John. "I just feel a little sick is all." He lied quietly.

John crawled up and sat on his knees in front of Mike.
"Poor Mike." He frowned.

Mike waved him off. "Its fine, dont worry about it. I'm used to dealing with stuff on my own." Mike shrugged. "Why don't you just....try and feel better." Mike bit his lip trying to look anywhere but John

"Lie down on your stomach." John said. He gently laid Mike down on his stomach on the mattress.
He then crawled on his back, stradling him.
"Relax, I'm not gonna rape you." He chuckled. "I'm just gonna help you loosen up." John said softly as he slid Mike's shirt off and began massaging his shoulders.

Mike gulped, his cheeks a bright red. "J-John..im fine, you can get off." Mike said meekly as he felt his pants getting tighter."

"Relax." He didn't want to push Mike into anything or make him uncomfortable but he knew this would feel good.
He kneaded the muscles in Mike's neck, slowly moving down his back.

Mike moaned but he quickly shut his mouth. "J-John please get off." Mike was trying to stay cool.

"See, doesn't this feel good?" John whispered. He smirked as he realized Mike was getting hard.
Huh, he'd never have guessed that Mike liked him like that.
He smiled to himself and gently grinded the small bulge in his pants against Mike's ass.

Mike choked as he felt convulsions shoot through his body as he came. He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, praying to God John hadn't noticed and if he did, he hoped John didn't kill him.

John paused.
"Mike... did you just...?" He asked, slight smile on his face.

Mike covered his head with his hands and whimpered. "P-Please don't hit me." He was scared.

A low throaty chuckle rumbled past John's lips.
"Was it really that easy?" He smiled.

Mike trembled, the could not be good. Mike tried to crawl away from John and curl into a ball, he feared John might seriously want to hit him.

"Mike, chill. That was pretty much my goal. Just thought it would take a bit longer." John grinned, kissing the top of Mike's head.

Mike gulped and then looked up shyly. "R-really?" Mike sat up. "And im not surprised, I have had a big......crush on you for....well since I first seen you." Mike mumbled, embarrassed at how easily he came,