The List
#29 Find Something Beautiful
I knew Mike was standing over me. I looked down and the scanned the list again. We had done twenty eight things, only one left. With three days to do it. But the last one was the most difficult. "Find something beautiful," Mike read. "Not very precise. Get high was direct. Even hook up with Mike's brother was more direct than that,"
"Mike," I sighed.
"I'm not pissed anymore, it's done. I'm just saying. I was angry because I hadn't hooked up since I met you, and you hooked up with Vic. I mean I am pissed, I'm pissed that you're leaving in three days,"
"Sorry," I muttered.
"You've been with us for a while. I knew you'd go back to your stuff,"
"I meant sorry for sleeping with Vic. And for everything else. If it helps after we'd finished the only thing I was worried about was you. Vic kind of guessed that,"
"I know, he told me," Mike nodded. "And you had to get high to sleep with him,"
"Did Tony tell you about my job?" I suddenly asked.
"You quit. And you're doing Warped with your partner. I think it's a great idea by the way," he replied.
"It's because of you partly,"
"What did I do?"
"You let me steal your drumsticks. I met this girl, she's a fan. She told me all of this stuff and I realised how many problems fans of this genre of music have and how much I miss counselling,"
"And that's why you called your friend," he guessed.
"Yeah. Just imagine it at all these festivals. A tent where fans can come to spill out their problems for half an hour. And when in S.D. we have our own building,"
"What do you mean S.D.?" he asked quickly.
"That's part of the job. It's not L.A. It's going to be San Diego. Abby can't afford to move out. But I have some money saved," I explained.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah," I smiled.
"So I'll be seeing you?"
"I hope so,"
"I need to ask you something, Kay',"
"Go on?"
"Do you find me attractive?"
"Are you serious?" I laughed.
"I want to know. Everyone seems to think you like me. But I don't know why," he explained.
"Mike, you're so sweet and you're really clueless. Aren't you?"
"Kind of," he nodded.
"I've not been so drunk for years than when I went out with you. I haven't got high since high school. You made me do all that, or you helped me do it,"
"You would have done it without me," he shrugged.
"You're so naive! I like you because you was there for it all,"
"You like me," he echoed.
"And you're so passionate about your drums and when you play it's like nothing else matters. You give so much hope," I told him. "And I kind of find you to be pretty hot," I said barely above and whisper.
"Christ," Mike sighed and grabbed at his hair. I stood up and he watched me. I looked down at him and bit down on my lip. Mike stood up too and I went forward. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips roughly on his. He pulled away for a second and looked me in the eye."On the list?" he questioned.
"No," I shook my head. Mike grinned and kissed me again. He pushed me back onto the sofa and tried to climb on top of me. I stopped him and rolled him over. He laughed and I climbed on top, kissing him deeply.
"This is it," I breathed. "The list is finished. You're my beautiful thing," I realised and ran my hands inside his shirt, up and down his body. Mike groaned lowly and I smiled in satisfaction. "I'm sorry," I told him.
"It's okay," he told me and silenced me with his mouth. "Just be here," I smiled and he buried his face into my chest. I held him close as he started to press kisses against my skin.
"Let's go to your bunk," I told him.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah," I nodded. Mike sat up and pulled me onto his lap. I was straddling him. But he grabbed my thighs and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Mike stood and carried me over to the bunks. He set me forcefully on his, making me hit my head. "Ouch," I whimpered.
"Shit, shit. Sorry," he rushed. But he was biting down on his lip.
"Don't you dare laugh,"
"Sorry," he said again and pushed me back. Mike climbed on top of me and pulled the curtain shut. He pulled his top off and I just stared at his tattooed chest. He was so different to anyone I've ever known. He wasn't perfect, but that was the point. I ran my hands down his long tattooed torso. Mike smiled at me gently. I sat up a little to kiss his chest. Mike urged me to take my shirt off. I pulled it off and pushed it away. Mike squeezed my breasts through my bra. I gasped and his slid his tongue into my mouth. Then he expertly undid my bra. He grinned and pressed kisses all over my neck, breasts and stomach. He tugged on my shorts and underwear. I wriggled out of them and he discarded them somewhere. Mike looked down at me, looking over me. "I finally get to see your tattoo," he muttered and pressed his lips on it.
"Lucky you," I teased. He looked up and grinned at me.
"If I go down on you will you go down on me?" Mike asked playfully.
"Not now. I just want you right now," I told him. He looked happy at this and started to take off his shorts and boxers. I looked at him and saw he was already hard. Mike pushed my thighs apart and lowered himself down on top of me. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and rested it outside me. Then Mike pushed himself in me. He didn't start slow, he just went in with fast, quick, hard thrusts. I brought my hips up to meet him. My fingers ran through Mike's hair and I tugged. As he carried on I felt something building up inside me. This is what it was supposed to be like. I was getting closer and closer. "Mike," I growled.
"Yeah babe?" he moaned.
"I'm getting so close,"
"I'm nearly there too," he told me. I felt him brush something inside again and again. Until I felt the pleasure come in deep, heavy waves, drowning me. I fell back onto the bed, breathing deeply. He came inside me. Mike copied me and pulled out. He lay next to me and wrapped his arm around me.
"Hope I don't get pregnant," I said against his chest.
"Fuck, sorry," he gasped.
"It's okay," I told him. "I really like you,"
"I really like you," he replied warmly. I rested my head back on his warm chest, getting closer to him. It was so much better than with Vic. Not because Vic was no good, but I wanted this. It was because it was with Mike. And being with Mike is all I wanted right now.
"Mike," I sighed.
"I'm not pissed anymore, it's done. I'm just saying. I was angry because I hadn't hooked up since I met you, and you hooked up with Vic. I mean I am pissed, I'm pissed that you're leaving in three days,"
"Sorry," I muttered.
"You've been with us for a while. I knew you'd go back to your stuff,"
"I meant sorry for sleeping with Vic. And for everything else. If it helps after we'd finished the only thing I was worried about was you. Vic kind of guessed that,"
"I know, he told me," Mike nodded. "And you had to get high to sleep with him,"
"Did Tony tell you about my job?" I suddenly asked.
"You quit. And you're doing Warped with your partner. I think it's a great idea by the way," he replied.
"It's because of you partly,"
"What did I do?"
"You let me steal your drumsticks. I met this girl, she's a fan. She told me all of this stuff and I realised how many problems fans of this genre of music have and how much I miss counselling,"
"And that's why you called your friend," he guessed.
"Yeah. Just imagine it at all these festivals. A tent where fans can come to spill out their problems for half an hour. And when in S.D. we have our own building,"
"What do you mean S.D.?" he asked quickly.
"That's part of the job. It's not L.A. It's going to be San Diego. Abby can't afford to move out. But I have some money saved," I explained.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah," I smiled.
"So I'll be seeing you?"
"I hope so,"
"I need to ask you something, Kay',"
"Go on?"
"Do you find me attractive?"
"Are you serious?" I laughed.
"I want to know. Everyone seems to think you like me. But I don't know why," he explained.
"Mike, you're so sweet and you're really clueless. Aren't you?"
"Kind of," he nodded.
"I've not been so drunk for years than when I went out with you. I haven't got high since high school. You made me do all that, or you helped me do it,"
"You would have done it without me," he shrugged.
"You're so naive! I like you because you was there for it all,"
"You like me," he echoed.
"And you're so passionate about your drums and when you play it's like nothing else matters. You give so much hope," I told him. "And I kind of find you to be pretty hot," I said barely above and whisper.
"Christ," Mike sighed and grabbed at his hair. I stood up and he watched me. I looked down at him and bit down on my lip. Mike stood up too and I went forward. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips roughly on his. He pulled away for a second and looked me in the eye."On the list?" he questioned.
"No," I shook my head. Mike grinned and kissed me again. He pushed me back onto the sofa and tried to climb on top of me. I stopped him and rolled him over. He laughed and I climbed on top, kissing him deeply.
"This is it," I breathed. "The list is finished. You're my beautiful thing," I realised and ran my hands inside his shirt, up and down his body. Mike groaned lowly and I smiled in satisfaction. "I'm sorry," I told him.
"It's okay," he told me and silenced me with his mouth. "Just be here," I smiled and he buried his face into my chest. I held him close as he started to press kisses against my skin.
"Let's go to your bunk," I told him.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah," I nodded. Mike sat up and pulled me onto his lap. I was straddling him. But he grabbed my thighs and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Mike stood and carried me over to the bunks. He set me forcefully on his, making me hit my head. "Ouch," I whimpered.
"Shit, shit. Sorry," he rushed. But he was biting down on his lip.
"Don't you dare laugh,"
"Sorry," he said again and pushed me back. Mike climbed on top of me and pulled the curtain shut. He pulled his top off and I just stared at his tattooed chest. He was so different to anyone I've ever known. He wasn't perfect, but that was the point. I ran my hands down his long tattooed torso. Mike smiled at me gently. I sat up a little to kiss his chest. Mike urged me to take my shirt off. I pulled it off and pushed it away. Mike squeezed my breasts through my bra. I gasped and his slid his tongue into my mouth. Then he expertly undid my bra. He grinned and pressed kisses all over my neck, breasts and stomach. He tugged on my shorts and underwear. I wriggled out of them and he discarded them somewhere. Mike looked down at me, looking over me. "I finally get to see your tattoo," he muttered and pressed his lips on it.
"Lucky you," I teased. He looked up and grinned at me.
"If I go down on you will you go down on me?" Mike asked playfully.
"Not now. I just want you right now," I told him. He looked happy at this and started to take off his shorts and boxers. I looked at him and saw he was already hard. Mike pushed my thighs apart and lowered himself down on top of me. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and rested it outside me. Then Mike pushed himself in me. He didn't start slow, he just went in with fast, quick, hard thrusts. I brought my hips up to meet him. My fingers ran through Mike's hair and I tugged. As he carried on I felt something building up inside me. This is what it was supposed to be like. I was getting closer and closer. "Mike," I growled.
"Yeah babe?" he moaned.
"I'm getting so close,"
"I'm nearly there too," he told me. I felt him brush something inside again and again. Until I felt the pleasure come in deep, heavy waves, drowning me. I fell back onto the bed, breathing deeply. He came inside me. Mike copied me and pulled out. He lay next to me and wrapped his arm around me.
"Hope I don't get pregnant," I said against his chest.
"Fuck, sorry," he gasped.
"It's okay," I told him. "I really like you,"
"I really like you," he replied warmly. I rested my head back on his warm chest, getting closer to him. It was so much better than with Vic. Not because Vic was no good, but I wanted this. It was because it was with Mike. And being with Mike is all I wanted right now.
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5/20/14