Time To Celebrate

Mike frowned and looked up at Alex. He didn't know if he should believe him but he wanted to. He was in love with Alex, he had been for a long time.

"Mike, you can even go ask my old lovers. I was completely faithful." Alex sighed.

"I don't need to. I trust you Alex."
Mike put a hand behind Alex's neck and kissed him.

"I'm glad you do." Alex smiled against his new lover's lips.

Mike pushed Alex down and curled up beside him. Waiting for Alex to go to sleep.

Alex smiled and soon his soft snores filled the room, his arms still around Mike.

Mike carefully slipped out of Alex's strong arms and got dressed before leaving the room. It took him a while but he finally did find the room he was looking for.

John Morrison looked up from his magazine as a knock came a his door. He looked over to his clock and wondered who could be at his door at this time of night but he just shrugged it off and the tissue he was holding on the flood with the rest. John answered his door only to get a fist to his pretty boy face. John stumbled and fell on his ass giving Mike the chance to straddle his hips and begin to rain punches down on him.

"You mother fucking whore! If you ever fucking talk to Alex, if you ever touch him or hurt him again I will fucking kill your skank ass!" Mike continues to pelt him with his fists for a long while. John tried to block his face but by the time Mike had gotten up his face was already bruised and bloodied.

"S-Sorry." John whimpered.
Mike just hissed and spat on him. "Shut the fuck up!"
He left the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving Morrison nothing more than a bloody heap on the floor.

Alex woke up and noticed his arms were empty.
Had Mike left him already?
He got up and checked the bathroom and everything before panicking.

Mike took the time to stand out side and calm himself down before finding somewhere to clean his bloody knuckles off before going back to his and Alex's room.

"Mike, you're back." Alex heaved a sigh of relief. "You worried me."

Mike rose a brow.
"What? Did you think this was a one night stand and I just left? I needed fresh air. I was hot."

"Okay... I was just paranoid." Alex blushed.

Mike smiled and kissed Alex's cheek.
"Alex, I have waited way too long for this. I am not letting it go."

"Mike..." Alex asked. "Wh-why do you smell like John?" That smell was very familiar to Alex by now.

Mike crinkled his nose and sniffed himself.
"I do NOT smell like John."
But he did.

"You smell exactly like him Mike. Trust me. I KNOW." A mixture of chocolate and cheap cologne. Alex used to find the smell soothing now it disgusted him.

"I don't smell like that! I know what he smells like. I smell like me."
Mike was hoping Alex would let it go.

"No Mike. You smell like him. You normally smell like cinnamon and newly cut grass." Alex inhaled that scent ever chance he got. "And you'd probably still smell like sex."

Mike sniffled himself again.
"I was not wearing these clothes before or after we had sex. And I dont smell like that bastard." Mike insisted.

"You do too Mike. Stop lying to me. You left and went to his room. Now whatever you did there is bothering me. I want to know what."

Mike growled "I didn't do anything with him. Not a damn thing."
He didn't want to tell Alex what he had done.

Alex had no clue what Mike had done.
"Damnit Mike. Didja let him fuck you? Were you mad I did so you went and did it again? What Mike? Just tell me!"

Mike snarled. "I did not let that mother fucker put his hands on me damnit! That was out of line Riley!"

"Well how am I supposed to know?! You won't fucking tell me anything!" Alex growled.

"Well damnit Alex, maybe there is nothing to tell! Ever think of that one!" Mike grit his teeth.