12 comments/ 33025 views/ 83 favorites A Bodyguard's Secret By: Crash2012 Just wanted to say many thanks to my editor LaRascasse, who helped me a lot on this story. Thank you for reading, comments are welcome. *** "Not so hard," he whimpered and writhed beneath the hard body pressed above him as the thick cock was driven in his ass over and over again. "Needy boy," the man above him chuckled and swivelled his hips, his cock nudging his prostate right triggered white cum to spurt over his chest. The man soon followed filling the ribbed condom with a hoarse moan. He barely gave the man time to pull out before he was off the bed and in the shower. "What am I going to do with you, Michael Carson?" The other man stepped into the bathroom as he scratched at the hair on his stomach, grinning widely. "It's over. I told you before we fucked, Harry," Mikey showered and dressed back into his suit quickly before he combed his dark hair back into place. "I know. It's only time before you come back begging for my cock again," Harry's laugh seeped through him and made him shudder. He growled to himself and rubbed his ass as he left the bathroom. He loved rough but there was a limit. He grabbed his briefcase before leaving the hotel room, his room service tip left on the side. "You can't keep fucking him, boss," Jackson said as he slipped inside the black sedan. Mikey frowned as he met Jackson's eyes in the rear view mirror. His bodyguard glared before he drove towards the building in lower Manhattan. Jackson was six three with sandy blonde hair and piercing moss green eyes with small flecks of amber. His long frame was covered in roped muscle from tip to toe. Even his thighs bulged in the tight slacks he wore. Jackson's ears were stretched wide enough that Mikey bet he could fit his pinkie finger through one. His left eyebrow held a black bar as did both sides of his lower lip. He'd even seen a little blue ball poking out each time he spoke. Tattoos were from the back of his ear to the bottom of his ankle, so far he'd spotted three angels, a dragon, two crosses with names, and seven different skulls, a koi fish, Medusa and his name in Latin. And he was as gorgeous as sin. "Last I checked I didn't need to ask your permission on who I fucked," Mikey tapped on his Blackberry frowning at the figures. He'd lost four different clients when he'd come out to People Magazine. They weren't really big clients but they were still clients. Hell, his company even now supported Pride NY. "If the press sees you fucking about with Harry Stallone, they're going to know you're a bottom!" Jackson growled his hands clenching on the steering wheel, the silver ring on his finger standing out against the clenched flesh. "I like cock in the ass, Jackson. It's not a mortal crime," "It's different if they think you're a top. As soon as you tell that you're a bottom, no one wants to know you," "I'm not broadcasting that I like to be pounded into the mattress by someone twice my size," Mikey grinned as Jackson shuffled in his seat, obviously uncomfortable with his term of language and the topic. The man was as straighter than a ruler. When Mikey finally announced he was gay, he expected Jackson to run but the man had stuck by him the whole time. "Your two o'clock," "Thank you, Jackson." Mikey laughed to himself as he stepped from the car and headed into his office on the top floor. The glass windows on one wall showed the stunning view of New York. His meeting took three hours before the client was fully satisfied that he would be getting his money out of their business. He was glad to crawl into his king size bed that night, the silk sheets slipping over his body as he sighed in contentment. **** Three Weeks Later **** "What is this?" Mikey slammed the door closed as Jackson stalked into the room. "It was on your doorstep this morning," "Thanks," He sat on his leather swivel chair and grabbed his head. He placed the box on the table and turned to his laptop. "Aren't you going to open it?" "Hmm?" "The gift," Jackson nudged the gold wrapped present towards him. He shook his head and turned back to his laptop. "Don't forget you have an interview with a Darius Marcus at eleven," Jackson glided from the room and Mikey stared. He couldn't help but stare as the muscled figure walked out of his office. His ass in those slacks made Mikey instantly hard and he couldn't think of anything but his ass being filled with the thick cock he'd seen straining under the tight fitting clothing. At exactly eleven his door was opened and a hunk of a man walked inside, his dark hair shining in the light and his blue eyes reflected the world around him. "Darius Marcus?" Mikey stood and gestured to the sofa, the man gracefully sat as he watched Jackson slip inside. "I'm sure you're not needed here, Jackson," "With all due respect, I think I should really stay," Jackson glared at the big man before he leant back against the wall. "Fine by me," Mikey waved his hand at Jackson and sat on the other side of the big man, his pulled a notepad from his bag and smiled. "So Mikey," Darius smiled a reporter smile and Mikey smiled back him. "Darius..." "Care to tell me what made you want to get into your business?" "Well, I was young and dropped out of college at eighteen. I couldn't think of anything to do and my birth mother had left me a healthy lump of money so...here I am," Jackson watched from the corner as Mikey smiled and laughed at the man. The lines of the suit played perfectly to his body, obviously Armani or Gucci. The Rolex glistened on his wrist and the small cufflinks in the starch shirt screamed of money. Mikey Carson was short compared to him and brown eyes blinked innocently at everyone who passed by, complete with boyish dark brown hair, Mikey was the perfect playboy. "When did you know you were gay?" Jackson stood straighter against the walls and watched as the reporter rested his hand on Mikey's left hand, a flirty smile playing on his lips. Mikey grinned and played his fingers over the older man's hand. "When I was fifteen," "Why wait for so long then?" "The same reason you're waiting to come out," Mikey flashed his winning smile as the reporter laughed at him, his body tilting slightly to the left. Closer to Darius. "Fair play, Mr Carson. Why were you adopted?" "If I knew that I wouldn't have been adopted now, would I?" "Wasn't there word that your biological father beat you when you were five?" Darius had his pen poised at his paper and Jackson saw the tightening in Christian's body as he tensed and shied away from the man. "That was just a rumour," "Your biological father is a convicted abuser and thief correct?" Jackson saw Mikey lower lip tremble slightly as he struggled to hold his emotions in check. "I do believe the only way you could have accessed that information was by accessing police records," Jackson stepped away from the wall and behind the man sitting on the couch, reading to escort him as soon as he made the wrong move or Mikey advised him. "I can't reveal my sources," "So you're involved with police issues?" "And you Mr Mikey Carmichael are a bottom. You like to take it from men almost double your size correct?" Darius smiled smugly and laughed as Mikey paled visibly. "Maybe that was something to do with your father? He did rape your mother didn't he?" "Make him leave, Jack," Mikey turned and Jackson watched as his shoulders bunched then a small sob escaped. Jackson rested his hand on the other man's shoulder. "You heard him," Jackson remained his hold on Darius as he was escorted from the building; the smug smile almost made Jackson hit him. Almost. When he arrived back in the office the box had been opened and Mikey smiled down at its contents. "What's inside?" "Bluebirds," Mikey picked the small cufflinks up to show him, the tear streaks down his face made him frown. Jackson smiled and took the small metal disks a small bluebird imprinted on them. Mikey loved bluebirds. He took each of Mikey wrists and slipped the gold ones from his shirt and placed the new silver and blue ones in. "Beautiful," "I'm going home. Tell Carly to forward all my calls to Gerard," "Would you like me to drive you back?" Jackson rolled his shoulders and smiled as he rubbed his hand over his chin. "No. You head home to your girlfriend. I'm sure she misses you," "Hmm," Jackson nodded, waved and then slipped on his Harley. Little did Mikey Carmichael realise that he didn't have a girlfriend waiting at home. Just a little girl puppy named Roxy. As he hopped off the bike the little Chihuahua yapped at him until he picked her up. She was the runt of the litter with a scraggly black ear and mismatched eyes but she was beautiful to him. He'd found her on the side of the road a month ago and hadn't had the heart to give her away. She was small enough to still fit in the palm of his hand. "Let's give you some dinner, hey?" **** Mikey poked at the ribbon on the red box as he sat crossed legged on his sofa the next day, wearing just boxers and eating Cheerios from the box. The parcel had arrived this morning with a little note attached to it. "Are you going to open it?" "Later," he grinned up at his sister as she scrubbed the towel through her golden locks. "The newspaper has you in it today," Carissa sat down and plucked the Cheerio from his hand as he glared at the suddenly offensive box. Some days he wished he'd never become a business man. Sometimes he wished he could just be a normal person, not be followed by different people every day. "Jackson told me about that Darius guy," "How do you know Jackson?" Mikey scowled at her as he put the box on the table and lifted the other box from the table; he fingered the white ribbon as he nibbled on his bottom lip. "He's been your bodyguard for like three years, Mikey. And he's damn hot!" Carissa laughed and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "You should ask him out. I think he's single," It hurt him as he said it but Carissa deserved to be happy and so did Jackson. "I would if he swung my way," Carissa let out a depressed sigh and smiled at him, "Anyway Sebastian asked me out a few days ago," "Hold on. Jackson's gay?" "Well, yeah. Have you seen the way he watches your other bodyguard's ass? Trent is it? I mean he might be bisexual," "That asshole!" Mikey kicked the box of Cheerios and watched they sprayed across his white fluffy rugs. The living room had windows as high as the ceiling and was painted in a pale grey, the sofa was black leather and a 54" TV stood in the centre next to the black stone fireplace. Photos littered the room, one of him in front of his first building, one of him and Carissa, one of him and his adoptive parents, one of him and Dominic, his older brother and finally one of all of them. "What's the matter?" Carissa crooked her brow at him and frowned. "He didn't even fucking come out to me! You would have thought for working with me for three fucking years he would have come out!" "Mikey, calm down," she held her hands up and handed him his robe. "Put this on and go talk to him," "No. I'll speak to the asshole on Monday," Mikey reached behind him and pulled the Afghan from the back of the sofa and shrugged it around his shoulders. The soft wool rubbing against his shoulders sending warmth through him. "Maybe he didn't come out for a reason," "What reason?" "The same reason you didn't come out, sweetheart," "Mine was totally different. I'm always in the spotlight," Mikey picked the box up and plucked the card from the top, the writing delicate but manly at the same time. "He's always with you, Mikey. The paparazzi will come to conclusions," "I don't care. He still lied," "He never lied if he never told you," "Hmm," He opened the cream envelope slowly and slid the small black coloured card from it the writing was white. Inside was, Mikey, I've fallen in love with you and you'll never know. I love you more than anyone. I just had to let you know. And if you ever stop and wonder why, I'll never know what to say. All I can say is I'll never stop loving you, each and every day. Mikey placed the card on the coffee table as he cut the ribbon and opened the red box. The inside was covered with black velvet that was soft to touch, inside lay a small glass heart. He ran his hand over the smooth glass and the top slipped off. Carissa caught it before it smashed onto the floor. A dozen mini origami hearts fell out onto his lap. He picked one up and unfolded it carefully. I love you. The first one read. You're beautiful. The second one said, they kept going and going with small notes left on each of the pale pieces of paper. "Isn't this kind of creepy?" Carissa asked as he placed the hearts back in the heart and smiled. "Nope. Just lets me know someone loves me," "I love you," "I know you do. Now leave I want to sleep all day and not think about Jackson," Mikey scowled as Trent ushered her from the building. "Have you fucked, Jackson?" he asked as Trent slipped silently back into the room. "No. We're only colleagues," "Did you know he's gay?" "He's bisexual," Trent shuffled his feet and kept his eyes trained on a spot above his head. "You're free to go if you please." Mikey waved his hand at Trent and slipped inside his bedroom. **** "You're fucking gay!" Mikey screamed on Monday as Jackson sauntered into the room. He froze and kept quiet as Mikey yelled at him. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't want people coming to conclusions, and I'm bisexual," he shrugged and pressed a button on his ear piece as it started to crackle. "Everything is set for the live airing," "Got it. I'm taking him down now," Jackson released the button and arched his brow as Mikey glared at him. "Your press conference is ready," "Really, you asshole?" Mikey stood and brushed his suit off; this suit was black complemented with a red tie. "Are you going to keep insulting me because I didn't come out to you?" Jackson walked behind Mikey as he left the office and stepped into the glass elevator, pressing the ground floor button. His foot started tapping as he glared at him from the other side of the elevator. "You could have at least told me," "I didn't know how. When you came out I was worried if I told you then you'd think I was pissing you about," "It's going to take a while to get over it you know?" "I know," Jackson sighed and stood behind Mikey as he stood behind the podium. "Mikey!" the crowd of reporters yelled at him, he pointed at a small blonde lady in front of him. "Is it true that you're thinking about collaborating with Cookie Clothing to design your own clothing line for men?" "Yes, but it's not just men it will be for women too. I am gay don't forget. I know fashion," Mikey laughed as the crowd laughed with him. "There is word going around that you're a bottom in the relationships?" a young man from the front asked, his eyes sparkling blue. "It's true. I'm not ashamed to admit it," "Have you ever topped?" "Depends on the subject," Mikey winked at the man in the front row. He was short and slim, his blue eyes wide and floppy blonde hair. He blushed when he winked at him and Mikey laughed. "Harry Stallone is spreading word that your bodyguard is gay? Is he gay and do the two of you have a relationship?" "I'll let him answer for you," Mikey stepped aside and let Jackson step where he was standing. "I'm bisexual. There is nothing going on between me and Mr Carson. Thank you," Jackson stepped back and glared at the back of Mikey's head. "When do we expect to see the first item of clothing?" the young lady again. "Well I have boxes piled up in my office at this moment," "What clothing is it?" "There are suits, jeans, jackets, shirts and boxers for the men and dresses, lingerie, skirts and tops for the ladies," Mikey ticked the items off on his fingers. Jackson droned out of the conference as the questions got more about his business than his life. Rage flowed through his body like molten lava. Mikey had made him come out. He was perfectly happy with being in the closet and keeping his life to himself not the fucking press. The conference finished and Mikey stepped up to the younger blonde man from earlier, Jackson glared at the couple. Mikey stroked his hand down the man's arm his grin flirtatious. Words were exchanged and the man nodded quickly before blushing. "Be at the Hilton at eight tonight," "You can't go out tonight, boss," Jackson piped up as he pulled Mikey away from the man. "Why not?" "You've got a meeting with the Chinese at eleven remember?" Jackson smiled tightly as he slipped his back in his pocket, his teeth peeking out to chew on one lip piercing. How he really wanted to bite them piercing himself. "Well, I'm sure I can have three hours of fun, have my meeting then come back. How does that sound, handsome?" "Great," The man nodded and handed him a small card. "I'll be waiting for you," "He barely looks old enough to fuck," "He's nineteen," Mikey shrugged as he slid into the elevator. "You're ten years older than him," "He's legal right? So stop bitching at me. I want to fuck someone not be fucked," Mikey sighed and ran his hand through his already messy dark hair. "I give up," "Good." **** The next few weeks were awkward and difficult between him and Jackson. The little gifts kept coming though. The third was a Yankee candle that smelt of Vanilla lime, his favourite candle scent. The fourth was a pair of tickets to see Wicked on Broadway. They started getting more sexual as the fifth one came along, which was a pair of red silk boxers with a note that read I can't wait to have you spread out in these for me. The sixth arrived when he was in a meeting with a possible client. It was waiting for when he got back. He shooed Jackson from the room and slipped the white ribbon off inside was once again black velvet but with a pair of suede cuffs resting inside. He slipped them back in the box before Jackson opened the door and slipped inside. "Harry Stallone is here to see you," "Did you enjoy the presents my dear?" he asked as he leant against the wall. "You were the one who's been sending them?" Mikey's heart plummeted into his feet as he watched Harry smugly smile. "Of course. I'm the only one who knows you well enough," Harry waved his hand and laughed loudly his head throwing back. Mikey turned as Jackson made a growling noise at the back of his throat. His hands clenched into fists at his side as the veins bulged in his arms and neck. Mikey shook his head at Jackson and turned back to Harry. "I'll send them back with FedEx now leave," "Why, baby? You know we're perfect together," Harry stroked his hand down Jackson's arm. "I might even let your lapdog play since he's got such a hard on for you," "I know you didn't send them," Mikey whispered as he leant back in his leather office chair, his gaze flickering to Jackson. "Yeah? What proof do you have, honey?" "Never once in all the years we've been together have you told me you loved me or ever asked to tie me up," "True, sweetheart. Doesn't mean I don't want you under me again. You're so beautiful when you come," Harry grinned as he blushed and looked at Jackson again. He was angry. Mikey could see the fury blazing in his eyes as he watched Harry. "I swear if you don't leave soon, he's going to hurt you," Mikey said as he pointed to Jackson. Harry turned then laughed, blowing a kiss over his shoulder. "See you later, cupcake," Harry winked before he left the office. "Jackson? Calm down," Mikey slipped from behind the desk and stepped in front of Jackson and the door. He hesitantly placed his hands on the broad shoulders and smiled as Jackson looked down at him; the amber in his eyes seemed to be glowing. A Bodyguard's Secret "What he's saying is bullshit," Jackson growled, his voice husky because he was angry. "What part?" "About the gifts and I'm not your lapdog," Jackson shoved away from him and scrubbed his hands through his sandy blonde hair. "I'm no one's fucking lapdog!" "Why don't you take the rest of day off now, Jackson?" "This is for you. It was outside," he tossed a small black box at Mikey who caught it before it fell to the floor, but only just. He slipped the top off and pulled out the slim gold chain two clamps on the end. "It's a nipple clamp. I thought you would fucking know that," "Jackson, go home. Trent is waiting outside anyway, send him up," Mikey placed the chain back in and put it in his desk drawer before turning his back to Jackson and looking out the window. "I don't want to have to tell you again," "What are you going to do? Fire me?" Mikey turned and Jackson was right there his hard body flush against his. He was pushed up against the glass window and held there by the two hands Jackson placed on either side of his head. His lip bars shined in the midday light and Mikey frowned at him. "What are you doing?" "I don't know. I don't even fucking know," Jackson rested his head on the window behind Mikey who was now buried in his chest. The black shirt stretched tight across the muscled chest made Mikey hard and he wasn't ashamed to let Jackson feel it. "It's all right," Mikey ran his hand through Jackson's hair and them over his shoulder whispering to him. "It's not," "Why is it not?" Mikey didn't know what was happening. One minute he was talking to Jackson the next he was being kissed by him. It wasn't a sweet first kiss either, it was a tongue duelling, dominating kiss and it made Mikey weak in the knees. He gasped and threaded his hands back in Jackson's hair. Jackson growled into his mouth and hoisted him up, Mikey whimpered before he wrapped his legs around his waist. He was pushed against the wall as Jackson ground his rock hard cock against his suit covered ass, Mikey thrust his hips and moaned quietly as sensations sizzled across his skin. "What are you doing to me?" Mikey whispered. He was dropped quickly as Jackson back-pedalled into the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jackson grabbed his head and kicked the sofa leg. The wood groaned but stayed upright. "Jackson?" Mikey stepped towards him but Jackson shook his head and then rushed from the office and down the stairs. Trent was upstairs moments later. "Jackson said he's not going to be in for a couple of days. He said his mother's ill," "Okay," Mikey nodded and sat back behind his desk as slipped the chain from his pocket. It got him thinking. Was Jackson his secret admirer? "Pretty nipple clamps. They go perfectly with your eyes," Trent smiled and leant against the wall with him. "Thanks," the pieces clicked together then. Trent liked vanilla lime, loved Broadway, and he'd been spotted at BDSM clubs on a regular basis. "Trent?" "Yeah?" "Are you my secret admirer?" Mikey tilted his head and frowned at him. Trent was handsome enough with boyish looks and a muscular build he was defiantly an ideal candidate for his bed. "Me? Nope. I've got my own man. Even if you are handsome." Trent laughed and pressed the button on his earpiece. There was no way it could be Jackson, could it? **** A cock ring and a neon green vibrator, to match the ring, it said on the packaging. The present was lying outside his home when he finished for the day, his lips still tingling from the kiss. He picked up the heavy box and untied the ribbon letting it fall away before stepping from the elevator. The little neon green ring buzzed happily when he flicked the switched on the side of it. He placed it with the rest of the gifts in the living room drawer. "Mikey," he turned and smiled as his mother whisked something in a metal skillet, his father standing next to her reading the newspaper. "It says you're a bottom? What does that even mean?" his father asked as he looked up at him. Mikey blushed then shrugged. "You don't need to know, Dad," "We heard that your bodyguard came out today," his mother spilt something inside the hot skillet and smiled at him as he sat at the breakfast bar. "It was my fault. I forced him to come out," Mikey held his head in his hands and shook his head. "I don't know what is going on right now," "What do you mean, son?" his father sat near him and Mikey looked at him. Anyone could tell he wasn't his biological father. William Carmichael had blue eyes and greying russet hair and his mother, Francesca Carmichael had golden brown eyes with sleek blonde hair. "He kissed me in the office and then he ran. I don't even know what I did wrong," Mikey fiddled with the cufflinks on his wrist and frowned as his eyes started burning. He didn't want to cry. "Jackson kissed you?" Carissa squealed from behind him as he lifted his head, Sebastian was with her and he smiled at them. Sebastian was tall, coloured and had amazing green eyes. "Then he ran," Mikey pointed out as an omelette was placed in front of him. He slipped the fork from its napkin and dug into the hot food. He then realised he hadn't eaten anything since an apple from this morning. "Maybe he's scared," "Have you seen that man? Nothing can scare him," Mikey sighed as he thought about the metal ball that searched his mouth. It was weirdly erotic, the foreign object in his mouth along with Jackson's tongue was an amazing sensation clash. "We can see you've had a tough day. We'll see you two weeks Thursday though," his Mother stroked his hair and smiled at him. "Thursday?" "The Suicide Prevention ball," "Right, I'll see you then," Mikey waved from behind his head as he stripped his clothes and slipped into bed. He knew there was a reason he shouldn't have left the bed this morning. His night was plagued by erotic dreams and the taste and scent of deep spices. *** "It's the sixth day you haven't come in, boss," Carly said over the phone, "The calls and meetings are piling up," "Have Gerard do them," Mikey pouted as he leant against his leather based bed. He hadn't gone back in because Jackson had finally come back to work after two weeks of absence. "Jackson is asking where you are," "Tell him I'm in the Grand Canyon for all he cares," "He says there is another gift for you on your desk. Do you want him to bring it to you or are you coming to collect it?" Carly laughed as he swore across the line. "Get Trent to deliver it to me," "He says it's either him or you come and get it," Mikey heard Jackson in the background before his voice slid over the line. "What's it going to be, Mikey?" "I'll collect it when I'm in next," "When will that be? Don't make me come after you, baby," "You ran from me, remember?" "I didn't mean to," Jackson growled from the other side of the line. "I'm coming over. Have the door open," "No," "Don't disobey me, Mikey. I'll break in if I have to," "I hate you," "No you don't," Mikey heard the dial tone before he slammed the offending piece of technology on the floor. He wasn't getting up to open the door for Jackson. If he wanted to break in then he was going to have to. That was exactly what he done. There was a snick of a lock before Jackson was standing in his bedroom. He tossed a long deep box towards him. "Go away," Mikey kept his eyes trained on the TV where The Hunger Games played on screen. The blood and violence fit his mood perfectly at the moment. "Stop being childish, Mike," "Why? Was kissing me that bad you had to disappear for two weeks?" Mikey sniffled and hated himself as a single tear burnt a path down his cheek. "I had to figure my feelings out for you," "What do you mean figure your feelings out?" "Exactly what I meant. Now open the damn box," Mikey wiped cheeks and pulled the red ribbon off and opened the white box, inside rested two items rested against black velvet. The first was a small bullet size vibrator in neon green. The second was a picture frame. He turned the black metal over and warmth seeped through him. He and Jackson outside his third building, the writing along the bottom confused him. Te Amo, Mikey, he frowned and rubbed his finger tip over the silver words, the cool metal smooth under his fingers. "What does it say?" "I love you, Mikey," "What?" the picture frame slipped from his fingers as Jackson knelt on the bed next to him. He cupped his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Mikey licked his suddenly dry tingling lips as Jackson pulled back to stare at him. The amber in his eyes was glowing again. "I love you, Mikey. I think I've known for at least a year. When I kissed you, it just exploded," "You're the one who's been sending these," Mikey motioned around the room finding it hard to talk. Emotion clogged his throat as he stared at Jackson. "I needed a way to tell you without actually telling you," Jackson murmured as he stroked his hand through Mikey's dirty hair. "Haven't you bathed in a week?" "Actually no," "That disgusting," Jackson laughed and leant forward his lips inches from his. "Can I?" "You want to kiss me when I have really bad breath?" "I'd want to kiss you if you were a purple alien," Jackson smiled and licked along Mikey's lip. The cool metal ball sliding across his skin. His tongue snaked out to rub against Jackson's one, the rough growl that erupted from his throat surprised Mikey. "That's sexy," he whispered shyly as he tangled his hand into sandy blonde hair. "You're sexy," Jackson kissed his cheek, his jaw and then started nibbling on his neck. Mikey whimpered and tilted his head to the side. "We should talk," "We should fuck," Jackson mumbled against his skin as his teeth raked across it. "No," "You don't want to have sex with me?" Jackson lifted his head and sat back on his haunches, his head tilting as he looked at him. "Yes I do. More than anything. I think we should talk first though," Mikey fiddled with the bedspread, his foot twitching under the covers. "How about you shower and I'll make coffee?" "Then I really must go to work," "Yeah," Jackson stood and scrubbed his hands over his face, the erection clearly outlining in his jeans. "Why neon green?" "Huh?" Jackson turned and clicked the metal ball against his teeth as he struggled to hold onto the slim control he possessed at the moment. In only his boxers, Mikey's sun tanned chest glowed as he leant back on his hands, the tight boxers outlining his cock perfectly. "The sex toys. Why neon green?" "They matched my ear stretching," Jackson shrugged as Mikey pottered around the room, gathering dirty clothes and his wash bag. "Okay." Mikey shooed him from the room before he slipped into the steaming shower. **** "Why can't I make coffee this good?" Mikey moaned as he drank the last of the bitter brew, sweetened by four sugars, his damp hair hanging in curls around his ears. "I don't know how you can drink it with that much sugar," Jackson shuddered and sipped his own black coffee. "If you're a good boy and don't get into any fights, I might give you a blowjob tonight," Mikey whispered as he put his coffee cup in the dishwasher and slipped into his leather shoes. He laughed as Jackson coughed and sputtered his coffee over his marble counter. "Are you driving or am I?" Mikey asked as he picked his briefcase up and waited at the door. "You think I can drive with a hard on?" Jackson growled as he wiped the counter over with a cloth. "Me then," Mikey didn't know why he'd even said that to him. He hadn't given a blowjob in almost ten years. He never wanted to go down on Harry or his past lovers over the years. But the thought of having that thick piece of meat between his lips, not anyone's but Jackson's, made him solid as he climbed into the car. "I want you to meet Roxy," Jackson said as he got in the car a few moments later. "Who the hell is Roxy?" Mikey didn't like the possessive tone of his voice. Hell, he didn't even know if they were dating. They might just be fucking. Jackson did say he loved him though. That meant they were dating...didn't it? "My Chihuahua," "You have a Chihuahua?" he couldn't hold the little bubble of laughter that slipped past his lips. "I found her on the side of the road. I couldn't give her away," Jackson shrugged as he placed the black earpiece in and fiddled with the transmitter near his neck. "Are we dating?" Mikey blurted a few minutes later as he rounded into the underground car park under his office. "Do you want to date?" "Yes?" Mikey fiddled with his tie as his hands shook nervously. Jackson brushed his hands away and knotted the complicated knot before smiling at him. "Why does that sound like a question?" "I do want to date. Honestly. I just don't know how," Mikey mumbled. "What do you mean you don't know how, baby?" "I mean I've never dared to date. I've only ever fucked," he shrugged and slipped from the car and grabbed his briefcase. "Well, I'll just have to show you how to date then, boyfriend," Jackson winked at him before escorting him up in the elevator and into his office. Trent shortly followed them. "You two have fucked," he pointed between the two of them with a grin. Mikey's cheeks flamed red as Jackson shook his head. "Have you at least made up?" "Yes," "Well. I need to get home to Matthew," Trent winked before turning then sprinting down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He and Jackson worked in comfortable silence for almost three hours before he got a call from Harry. "Don't you fucking dare turn up!" "Who are you taking then?" Harry laughed. "No one," "You can't turn up solo," Harry laughed over the line as Mikey looked at Jackson. "Go away, Harry," Mikey hung the phone up before he turned back to his laptop. "What did he want?" "To know who I was taking to the ball tonight," Mikey tapped his password in and bought the stocks up, smiling as his trailed further ahead than any other lines. "Take me," "Huh? Oh, no," "Why not?" Jackson sat in one of the leather armchairs in front of his desk and arched his pierced brow. "We've been dating, what - Nine hours?" "Doesn't matter. I've got to be there anyway so why not take me as your date," Jackson leant forwards and licked his lips. Mikey followed the movement before glaring at him. "Don't seduce me, Mr Ferguson," "I wouldn't dare try, Mr Carson," "Bullshit. You've been slowly doing it for six months," Mikey referred to the little gifts he'd left. "True. Please take me?" Jackson stood and walked around his desk before leaning against it, smiling wickedly. "Will you be my date tonight, Jackson?" Mikey asked as he glared up at him. "Yep," Jackson grinned and leant down to kiss him but Mikey pulled back. "Kiss me?" "Not here," "Yes, here," Jackson pulled the swivel chair forwards and placed his lips against Mikey's. Jackson sighed as Mikey hesitantly opened his mouth and allowed him to sweep his tongue inside. His mouth instantly filled with the taste of lime and mint, an odd combination but totally Mikey. Mikey slipped his hand up the bottom of Jackson's tight fitting black shirt and rubbed his fingers across the tight abdomen beneath. His stomach was firm but you couldn't see the muscles like you could with Jackson. "You're perfect," Jackson kissed him gently on the cheek, his eyebrow, his nose and his lips again before he pulled away, straightening his shirt and shaking his head at him. "You're one o'clock is here," Carly smiled from the doorway as she let an older man through the door. "Mr Carson. I'm David Harrington," "Nice to meet you. please take a seat," Mikey shook his head and tried to get Jackson to leave but the stubborn man stayed glued to the wall, so Mikey just left him there. "So you want my company to help promote your condoms?" "They're the safest kind," Mikey watched as Jackson's gaze darkened before he cleared his throat. "How has this been proved?" He allowed the man his time to pitch his idea before he was given samples of them. By the looks of it he had at least thirty different coloured, shaped, flavoured and textured condoms. He was shown different demonstrations before he decided to put the man out of his misery and give him the airtime needed. *** "Carissa back off," Mikey swatted at the woman who was wearing a beautiful red gown that sliced seductively up her right thigh showing the black stockings there, her hair piled high on her head with a few blonde curled tendrils falling to the side. He was trying to do the knot again in his tie when Carissa kept trying to do it for him. "You've never been able to do them," "I'll learn," The black tux was completed with a red tie if he could knot the damn thing. The doorbell rung and Carissa opened the metal sliding door smiling at Jackson. "He's in the bedroom. He can't do his tie," Carissa waved him towards the bedroom before she sat on the sofa next to Sebastian. "Mikey, baby?" "What?" the little growl in Mikey's voice made Jackson hard as rock as he adjusted himself in the slacks before stepping into his bedroom. Mikey stood by the mirror glaring at his reflection when Jackson couldn't help but stare at him. It should be illegal for someone to look that good. "You look stunning," Mikey whispered as he wandered towards him. He reached down and ducked the black shirt back in place before smiling up at him. Jackson had even changed the plugs in his ears from neon green to black. "Help me?" Jackson chuckled before pulling him closer by the tie then swiftly knotting it for him then placing a kiss on his nose. "We don't want to be late," "You were a good boy today," Mikey reminded him as he hopped into the limousine that was waiting for them. "I know. Are you going to reward me then?" Jackson slipped inside and closed the parting from the driver and them, the black shield sliding up. "Mhmm," Mikey nodded before licking his lips. Jackson swept forward and captured his tongue between his teeth before gently suckling it. Mikey slipped his hands down his chest and to the thick black leather belt at his waist. "I haven't done it in a while," Mikey whispered as he slipped onto the floor between his spread thighs. "How long is a while?" Jackson watched closely as Mikey bit his lip and unbuckled then unzipped him. The black and red cotton beneath were barely holding the straining length of his cock inside. "Ten years," "You haven't sucked anyone off for ten years?" Jackson gasped as Mikey dipped his hands into the boxers and pulled the thick length out of its confined space. Mikey nodded as he looked at the hard cock in front of his nose; it was large but not overly large. Whereas every part of Jackson's body was tanned his cock was surprisingly a shade paler with a Prince Albert peircing sticking in the broad head. He ran his finger over a large visible vein and watched as Jackson shuddered. His finger caught on something underneath and Mikey lifted his cock further to take a look. "Oh my God," He rubbed his fingers over the seven bars lodged in the shaft of his cock; there was also two on the underside of his balls. "How did you have these done?" "Same way I had everywhere else done," "I love this," Mikey trailed his fingers over the solider that was on his thigh, the man was wearing combat books and camouflage, a rifle strapped to his back. Underneath was written, for you Grandpa, 1926 - 2010 "Thank you," He rested his head on that thigh and looked at the other - four flowers with names written under them, a spider web across his knee, a skull up near his groin and a picture of a man in a suit. A Bodyguard's Secret "What's this?" "Nothing," Jackson tried to pull his shirt over his hip as Mikey tried to turn him. "Jackson, stop. Let me look," he swatted at Jackson's hands when the man flushed a dark red. His lips formed a 'o' as he looked at the perfect portrait of himself. "Why am I on your hip?" "I told you. I've loved you for a long time. You don't think it's creepy do you?" the ball disappeared between his teeth again. "Hell, no. I think its devotion and sexy as sin," Jackson grunted then groaned as Mikey sucked the head inside his warm mouth. Sensation licked along his spine like tiny fingers as he watched Mikey close his eyes and suck him in deeper. "Damn, baby," he reached down and tangled his hands in Mikey's hair, seeing the lighter shades of colours he'd never noticed before, russet brown, blonde and even a few red hairs. He moaned quietly as his tongue played with the bars in his cock, rolling them beneath the skin. "You taste so good," Mikey licked at the sticky pre-cum that leaked from the plum shaped head. It tasted bitter but sweet at the same time. He reached up with his other hand and tugged gently at the rings embedded in his balls. Jackson groaned again and thrust his hips. Mikey swirled his tongue under the bulbous head and gasped as pre-cum shot into his mouth. "Sorry," Jackson blushed and titled his head back on the headrest as his hands pulled at Mikey's now tangled hair. "Can you do it all the time?" Mikey asked as he licked the same spot again and grinned as Jackson squirted again into his waiting mouth. "Yeah. It's been happening since I was...fifteen," Jackson grunted then moaned as Mikey tugged at the rings in his balls, pulling the skin taut then licking it. "That's so fucking sexy," "Please, sweetheart," Jackson growled out as Mikey sucked up and down in a fast rhythm, twisting his head. He arched his back, and pulled Mikey away from him. He gripped his own cock and stroked it until he spurted cum over Mikey's beautiful face. "Couldn't let you...swallow," "Okay," Mikey swiped at the cum on his face and held it to Jackson's lips, his cock throbbed as Jackson's tongue snaked out and licked at his own release before a baby wipe was passed to him. Mikey cleaned his face and then placed it in the on board rubbish bin. They were just pulling up outside the hotel as Jackson zipped his pants again. "Ready?" "What about you?" "You can make it up to me," Mikey winked before stepping from the car, waving at the cameras flashed before him. Jackson wrapped his arm around his waist before pulling him into the hotel; they stopped at the doorway and smiled at each other. The tables were decorated in white silk and the crystal chandeliers made the ballroom look elegant and classy. "Ready Mr Ferguson?" "Why yes, Mr Carson." Mikey looped his arm with Jackson's as they mingled around the giant ballroom. **** "I hate this," Jackson pushed away from the wall as Mikey spoke to a client. The tall, blonde Adonis was flirting with his man. It wasn't the first time that night either. "Then go get him," Carissa sipped at the champagne in her hand and frowned at him. "I had force him to be my date, you know?" Jackson rolled the ball around in his tongue and scowled, he's changed every piercing from its original colour to black for Mikey tonight and he wasn't even paying attention to him. "He's nervous. Take him away from that man," Carissa pushed him and Jackson straightened his tie and tapped the older man on the shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt but that's my date," Mikey scowled at him and shook his head at him. Jackson nodded and pulled him away. "You're going to dance with me," "Jackson. That was Arthur Gold, he was thinking about investing with my company. That would have been big," "More like investing in your ass, Mike," "You're such an asshole," Jackson tugged him closer and wrapped him in his arms. He kissed his right cheek then his left, slowly working his way to those full lips. Mikey tried to pull away but Jackson grasped his head and pulled him closer. There were snaps and flares of light but Jackson didn't give up kissing Mikey until he was a puddle in his arms. "I'm sorry, Jack," Mikey whispered and rested his head on Jackson's wide chest. "Thank you," "What for?" he started swaying gently, smiling into the strawberry smelling hair. "Everything," "I love you. You know that right?" "I know," Mikey nodded and wrapped his arms tighter around Jackson's waist, his nose buried in silk tie. "I bought the property in Aspen," "My property?" Mikey tilted his head back and frowned as he saw Jackson clicking the now black ball against his teeth. He'd caught him doing it six times tonight, and he'd always done it when he was nervous. "Yeah. I couldn't think of another man or women lying in your bed. It doesn't make me sound crazy does it?" he rubbed his hand over his hair and pulled one of the piercings into his mouth. "Not one little bit," Mikey reached up and gripped the piercing with his teeth and tugged, Jackson groaned and rubbed his groin against his stomach. "You're not creepy or crazy," "When can we leave?" "Now," Mikey whispered in his ear as he made the rounds to say goodbye. There was definitely going to be pictures of him and Jackson in the newspapers and magazines tomorrow. "Are you going to wear the boxers for me?" "I'll sleep in them for you," Mikey winked and climbed back into the car as Jackson pulled him into his arms. "Good." Jackson stroked Mikey's hair and looked out the darkened window. Everything was great at the moment. Nothing could go wrong. All he needed was to get Mikey to say those three little words then everything would be perfect. **** "Can I tell you a secret?" Jackson asked as they rested on the sofa later than night. Mikey was wearing the red silk boxers, wrapped in the Afghan and snuggled close to him as a classic horror played on the big screen. "Mhmm," "I watched you have sex for the last two years," "Why?" Mikey felt his heart lurch into his throat, if Jackson had been watching him for two years then he must have seen the night that Harry invited someone else into their bed. He hadn't wanted to do it. He found it degrading and embarrassing but done it because Harry wanted to. "To make sure no one hurt you. I almost killed that man Harry bought to your bed," his fist tightened around the remote until the plastic creaked. "I actually followed the bastard home. I was going to hurt him until I found out he had a wife and kids," "Are you disgusted by me?" Mikey sniffled as tears slipped down his cheeks; he never wanted Jackson to know about that. He never wanted anyone to know about that. "Baby, I'll never be disgusted by you. I know Harry forced it on you," "I swear I didn't want to. I broke up with him a week after," Mikey shuddered as tears rolled heavily down his cheeks. Jackson picked him up and placed him on his lap, his thumb swiping the tears away. "Shh, I know you didn't want to," he was rocked as Jackson whispered quiet words into his ear until the tears ceased and sobs stopped wracking his slender body. "Just feel, baby," Jackson slipped his hand into the silk boxers and around the soft shaft as Mikey moaned and bucked. He swiped his hand over the head and tugged at the drawn up balls. Mikey fit perfectly into his hand. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the tip of his shaft and moved it up slowly then down. "Jack..." Mikey grasped his shoulders and looked into the amazing green and amber eyes. Jackson grinned before kissing him and slipping his hand back to play with his hole. The little ring of muscle flexed as Mikey arched his back. Jackson took the opportunity to lean down and grasp the little dusky nipple between his teeth, biting it as it turned red and pebbled even more. Sensations rushed along his spine and made a head lone dive into his balls as Jackson slipped his finger gently inside his body. It was dry but felt incredibly erotic. The finger disappeared then came back lubed with his own pre-cum and slowly started its invasion again. "Please," "Not yet," Jackson tutted at him before rubbing his forefinger along the little slit in his head while slipping his finger from his ass to push on the pipe in his cock to stop his orgasm. Mikey writhed as pleasure prickled his body. He even felt it in his toes. "Jackson..." Mikey's voice came out as a wail as Jackson squeezed the head before finally releasing his shaft and tugging his balls again. Mikey came silently. No sound emerged as pleasure demanded his every speck of attention. Waves of pleasure bounded around his body as cum seeped lazily from his cock. "Oh," Mikey whispered when he could speak again. "Just you wait until I get in that ass of yours," Jackson husked against his ear as he was lifted. Mikey squeaked before wrapping his legs around Jackson's waist. The angel on his chest was black and white and had long hair, wrapping around his waist. He was rested back on his bed before a kiss was placed on his nose gently. "Stay, please?" "Okay," Jackson looked at Mikey and his heard thumped loudly in his chest. The dark eyes were dropping slowly and his mouth parted slightly. The wet spot that was now drying on the silk boxers made him frown and pull them from the willing body. Jackson tilted Mikey's body slightly to the left and rubbed his finger over the little devil holding a pride flag. "When did you get this?" "When I met you," Mikey stroked his hand over Jackson's hair and reached up and pulled one of the black plugs from his ear. He reached up with a giggle as he fit his pinkie finger inside the hole. "What are you doing?" Jackson chuckled as pulled his finger from his ear. "Always wanted to know," he reached on his bedside cabinet before he popped the neon green one back in. "Much better," "How did you know what size to get?" "You've kept it at twelve since you've been working for me," Mikey curled up to him, throwing his leg over both of Jackson's and resting his head on the bare chest. "I never told you," "I had it when I was younger," Mikey mumbled as he snuggled closer to his chest, the heat seeping through him and into his own body. Jackson looked at Mikey's ears and smiled, the lobe was wrinkled and tight. "Sleep well, baby," "Mph." Mikey grunted and Jackson moved them so he was comfortable with Mikey's ass tucked tight against his crotch before he kissed him behind the ear and closed his eyes. Sleep came easily for once. **** "Sexual harassment?" Mikey yelled at him three months later. He and Jackson had been the perfect couple. He stayed over every night and Roxy even had her own bed at his penthouse. They still hadn't gone all the way but Jackson understood why he wanted to wait for him. Even the toys Jackson had bought him had been used. Except from the long vibrator. "I quote 'Rumour has it that Mikey Carmichael has been sexually harassing Jackson Ferguson for almost two and a half years now. The source has asked to remain anonymous. Pictures show that they are looking very happy together for a sexually harassing pair.'" Jackson placed the gossip magazine on the desk in front of him and frowned, the piercing disappearing between his teeth again. "Call a press conference," "This won't get you fired?" "Baby, no one can fire me. I'm my own boss remember?" Mikey glared at the computer screen as his phone started ringing. "I knew it was you. You're a fucking asshole," "When are you going to get it, baby?" Harry laughed at him from the other side of the line. "Get what?" "You're not allowed anyone else," "Yeah? Tell that to my attorney," Mikey rested his head on Jackson's chest as he held the phone to his ear. The broad hand that stroked through his hair calmed him greatly. "Mikey, baby..." "I'm not your fucking baby, Harry. We fucked for a few years. Do you want me to go public with it?" Mikey waited as the silence stretched over the line before Harry's voice slid over the line. Like a snake. "You wouldn't. It would kill my wife," "You shouldn't have fucked me then. I've got countless points of evidence stocked up here," "Oh yeah? Who from? Your fucking lapdog? Like they're going to believe him," "What about the tape? I mean I can prove you're gay. Remember that night? Gary sure did like it. Then all I have to say is we've been on and off for a few years and now you're using false allegations against me," "You wouldn't..." "Watch me, Stallone. This is the last time you fuck around with me, Jackson and my life," Mikey slammed the phone onto the cradle and glared at Jackson who was smiling smugly. "What are you smiling at?" "You. Your press conference is in an hour," "Good," "You say that a lot," Jackson whispered before he kissed him, his tongue dominating his mouth. Mikey lapped up the unique taste of Jackson as he ran his hands over the firm muscles in his body. There was nipping kisses at his and Mikey's lips before Jackson pulled his head back with a grin. "You suck," "Only you, baby," Jackson winked and stood back by the door as Carly poked her head in. "You're two o'clock," Mikey engaged himself in the conversation with Dick Martin a new entrepreneur from New York who wanted to get involved with gay pride. It was quick and simple to get him to the right organizations and charities. "Ready?" "One hundred percent." Mikey pocketed the CD and waited in the elevator for Jackson. There were at least seventy people waiting outside for them when they arrived. "Let's get this over with." *** It was scandalous to say the least. Photographers snapped pictures, reporters screamed questions, and Harry Stallone's wife was pissed. The little fiery red head screamed at Harry and slapped him around the face. Numerous times. "Let's go home," Mikey whispered as he rested his head on Jackson's chest as they sat in the back of the sedan. "Mm. Can't wait to taste you again," Jackson flicked at the loop that was now in his ear. The fresh skin freshly pierced two weeks ago. "You might be able to do more than taste," "Stop teasing. You know I'm dying to get my cock in that tight ass of yours," Mikey looked up and kissed Jackson's Adam's apple as he leant back on the headrest. "I'm not teasing this time," "Really?" "Yeah. You can even cuff me up if you would like to," Mikey licked down that strong neck and suckled gently at the skin there. "Mm. Just like that, sweetheart," Jackson cupped Mikey's head, a hot wet tongue snaked out to rub over the bruised area and his cock perked up fully. "We're home, dudes," Trent whistled from the front seat and grinned into the mirror. "Are you all right, Trent?" Mikey asked as he noticed the dark circles under Trent's eyes and the distance he was giving them. "Yep. You know it's hard breaking up with someone you love," "When did you and Matthew break up?" Jackson asked as he arched his back frowning at him. "Last week. I've sort of been bed hopping, ya know?" Trent smiled and rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to shoo them from the car. "You can stay at mine until you get back on your feet," Jackson said as he slipped from the car and rested his arms on the sedans roof, leaning down at Trent. "I mean I'm always at Mikey's and the place isn't being used," "I couldn't do that," you could see the hope shining in Trent's eyes as he looked at Jackson. "I insist, here are the keys," Jackson tossed the key chain to him and winked. "You can fuck now. You look like you could use it," "Thanks. I'll pay you back, honestly," "Don't sweat it," Jackson pulled Mikey into the elevator and grinned wickedly down at him. "Let's get into that big bed of yours," "Ours," Mikey automatically corrected and giggled as Jackson lifted him and pinned him against the wall. "Damn. That laugh makes me rock hard," Jackson husked as he was pulled into the penthouse, his tie and jacket ripped from in moments. "Hey, that's Armani," Mikey pouted then scowled at him as his shirt was torn down the middle, buttons popping free and spraying the room. "What makes you think you're getting my ass now?" he squealed then laughed again as he was cornered into the bedroom then thrown onto the bed. "Oh baby, I think I've waited more than long enough. Don't you?" "If I say no?" Mikey bit his lip then reached down to unbuckle his belt then slid his slacks down his thighs with a cheeky smile, his cock bobbing free. "You're not going to say no," Jackson grinned as he stripped his tight black shirt from overhead, pulled his earpiece out and unbuckled his belt but left his black jeans on. He slipped his hand inside the drawer and pulled the neon green vibrator from its home. "You're not using that on me," Mikey placed his hand on his stomach and glared at him. "I remember specifically this being packaged when I gave it to you, no batteries either," he twisted the bottom and the toy buzzed happily in his palm. "And?" Mikey flushed, the redness went from the tip of his head to the middle of his stomach. "How about you show me what you've done with it?" Jackson placed the toy on his stomach and pulled the other little bullet out. "We had fun with this remember?" Oh, Mikey remembered. The toy had buzzed hard in his ass for almost an hour before Jackson had finally allowed him his release. "I'm not showing you," Mikey shook his head but frowned as his cock stiffened further. His stupid body was always betraying him. "Please? For me. I'll appreciate it greatly," "More like your cock will," Mikey sat up and crossed his legs, his hard cock bobbing. "Come on," Jackson leant forward and kissed him, his warm tongue sneaked out and Mikey sighed before wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders. Mikey snuck his tongue back into his mouth and moaned as it was suckled on. "Then you'll fuck me?" "No. I'll make love to you though," Jackson his cheek then sucked at the base of his throat. "Can I fuck you?" Mikey asked as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He spread the cool gel on his fingers and bit his lip, he looked up and Jackson was doing the same. "Sure. After I've fucked you," "Really?" Mikey knelt on his knees and reached around behind him, the lube cool against his ass as he slowly slipped a finger inside, his lashes fluttering. "Oh yeah. Now lay back so I can see," Jackson pushed him back on the bed and Mikey glared at him. Jackson just grinned at him before settling cross legged in front of him. Mikey closed his eyes and slipped two fingers inside, trying to stretch the tight muscle. "Just like that, baby," Jackson husked as he slipped his jeans off, his eyes locked on the slim figures disappearing into Mikey's sweet body. He reached down and stroked his cock, watching as those lips parted on a breathless moan. "Put it in, Mike," Mikey bit his lip again as he picked the toy up, turned it on and trailed it over his cock, his balls and then finally against his ass. He heard the little encouragements from in front of him as he slipped the slick toy inside his ass, his muscles immediately clenching around the plastic. "Oh..." he pushed it in, the slick plastic disappearing quickly into his body. It didn't take long for him to set a rhythm up, Mikey arched his back as it went in and slumped as it came out. Pleasure sizzled and bounced across his body in waves, sensation prickling at his ass and cock. "Enough," Mikey's eyes snapped open as he watched Jackson slick lube on his cock before kneeling before him. He pulled the toy out and placed his cock at his entrance. "Clean?" "Clean," Mikey nodded then gasped as Jackson's hips lunged forwards, burying himself inside him in one hard thrust. A Bodyguard's Secret "Sorry," Jackson gritted out as his hands tightened on Mikey's hips, certain that the flesh was going to bruise easily. He waited until Mikey nodded then pulled back, his ass tight on the spot under his cock. Pre-cum spurted inside his ass and Mikey groaned then wrapped his legs around Jackson's hips. "Faster," he laughed and angled his hips before speeding his thrusts but kept them soft and shallow. "Jack..." Mikey whined as reached for his cock only for Jackson's hand to hit his away and wrapped his around him. Jackson swivelled his hips before burying his cock deep inside him, his balls drawing up tight as hot cum spurted inside him. "Fuck me," Jackson husked in his ear as he pulled out then rested down next to him. Eyeing the hard red angry cock and the equally frustrated man. He knew it was a bad move when Mikey glared at him before kneeling. "You asshole," Mikey pouted before he licked cum away on his cock before settling his ass above the still stiff cock and sinking down quickly. Jackson grinned and gripped Mikey's hips before he rose on the ultra-sensitive flesh. "I know you so well," "Mm," "Damn, baby," Mikey arched his back as the sound of flesh slapping together filled the room and the scent of sex sank into the room. He reached up and stroked the pretty cock near him and watched as Mikey screamed as white hot cum splashed onto his chest. Mikey's cock was still stiff so he reached down and scooped cum onto his fingers before reaching around and spearing his fingers into Jackson's tight ass. Jackson's cock throbbed inside him as Mikey twisted around to see what he was doing. His fingers disappeared between the muscled ass cheeks as the equally muscled thighs lifted to accommodate him. "Come on, Mike," Jackson groaned as another finger was pushed inside him. "I don't want to hurt you," "Just do it...please?" Mikey almost laughed at the whine in Jackson's deep voice. He moaned as he felt the hard cock slipping from his ass. He slicked his own cock and placed it against the entrance of Jackson's ass. Jackson's eyes were sparkling. It was the only work Mikey could think of as he looked at the pretty green and amber eyes. He shuffled before slowly pushing his cock inside, the muscles took some working but he was eventually inside. "Shit, how long since you've been fucked?" Mikey rested his head on Jackson's shoulder as sweat ran in rivulets down his back and cheeks. "Thirty two years," Jackson gasped as his muscled chest bulged as he arched his back. "You've never bottomed?" "Nah," Jackson shook his head and pulled him down to kiss him but Mikey pulled back before pulling out slowly, the look of Jackson's face was priceless. Pleasure shone in his eyes as his lips parted and little pants escaped him. That tattooed chest bunching as the muscles in his stomach rippled. "I love you," Mikey whispered as he kissed Jackson's chest. It was only four more strokes until the tight muscles clamped down around his cock before Jackson's back arched further and his eyes closed tight. The lip piercings disappeared between his lips as he fought to scream. Mikey held on barely. "I fucking love you," Mikey said again as he pounded into him, his balls slapping against Jackson's ass. His cum bathed the inside of Jackson's ass moments later as he finally collapsed down. "I love you too," Jackson kissed the side of his head and closed his eyes. Everything was finally perfect. Harry was out of their lives and Mikey finally loved him. Nothing could go wrong for him now.