The Trouble
The Annirversary
I was getting ready in Of Mice and Men's bus. The reason being I didn't want Mike annoying me when I was doing my make-up and they had a good shower. I was doing my hair now. I was wearing a black dress that clung to my frame, low cut and coming just above my knee. "You look hot," Alan said. I finished curling my hair. Then I saw Austin and Tino hit him.
"She's with Mike," Austin snapped.
"It's okay. Not going to happen, Alan," I smiled. I finished myself off. I sat in the front lounge waiting. Someone knocked the door and I got up. I opened the door and saw Mike. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply. He grinned at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"You look so great," he told me.
"Thanks," I grinned. We walked away from the buses and off venue. Mike started walking a few blocks. I looked up at him curiously. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," he muttered. "Jess gave Jaime the address for a nice place," he said. We stopped and I looked at the building.
"Are you serious?" I asked. It was expensive, pretentious and not the kind of place that openly accepts Mexican gang members.
"Blame Jess," he shrugged. Mike opened the door to a expensive bistro. I raised my eyebrows and he shrugged.
"Can I help you?" a suited man asked.
"Table for two," Mike said. The man grabbed two menus. Then he led us to a table. We sat down and I looked around accusingly.
"I hate it here," I told him flatly. There were people in evening dresses and men in suits eating. They were looking at us strangely. Me in my tight dress and Mike tattooed wearing the hat he finally got back from me.
"Give it a chance," he tried, but I saw him wrinkle his nose in disgust.
"People are staring," I told him.
"Let them,"
"Mike, you can't honestly like being here. Just admit you fucked up and we can go and get fries,"
"Not happening," he shook his head.
"Don't be a dick," I told him.
"Excuse me, Sir?" a waiter asked with his eyes narrowed.
"I'm a Sir," Mike told me.
"Shut up,"
"Are you ready to order?" the waiter asked. I looked down at the menu and frowned. It was entirely in French. I saw Mike scratch his head, obviously confused. I looked up at the waiter and he smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"What's in English?" Mike asked.
"Bread," he offered.
"I'll take that," Mike said.
"That isn't even a starter,"
"Bring two baskets," he replied, making me laugh.
"I'm sorry for my boyfriend. He isn't very cultured. He's only visited. . . How many countries, babe?" I asked sweetly.
"Fifteen. But I'm not counting all of the ones in Europe. Who has time for that?"
"See, he's so uncultured," I rolled my eyes.
"Excuse me," the waiter said, flushing red.
"I hate it here," Mike told me.
"Give it a chance," I mocked.
"Fuck it," Mike breathed. I grinned at him and he reached for my hand. I took his and got up. We ran past the waiter. Then we reached the door. As we left I started laughing loudly. Mike watched me then leant down to kiss me. I took his hat and put in on, then I wrapped my arms around his neck again.
"Lets go to the park," he told me.
"Come on," I urged. We started walking. I made Mike wait outside and went to buy a bag of fries. When I came out I handed them to him. Then he led me to the park not far from the venue. I started skipping in front of him and he laughed. I collapsed down onto the grass and he lay next to me. We opened the fries and started picking at them.
"Look in my bag," I told him. He looked through and pulled out a bottle of Jack. He grinned and opened it up. Mike took the first gulp then gave it to me.
"Why?" he asked.
"I didn't know where we were headed. So I brought it,"
"Good," he smiled. Mike reached in his pocket. I saw him pull a joint out and light it up.
"You know the first time I got high with you was in a park," I said.
"I know," he said. Mike passed it to me. I put it in between my lips.
"You have no idea how hot you look now," he told me. I looked down then I inhaled deeply. I felt the light relief and the feeling take me over. I sighed against him before I exhaled. Mike took a drag while he ran his hand up and down my torso. I took a drag as I ran my hand through his hair. Before we exhaled we kissed. We both exhaled, the smoke circling us.
"Happy anniversary, Kay'," Mike said warmly.
"Happy anniversary. I love you,"
"Love you too," he breathed and we kissed.
By the time we reached the hotel we were both drunk and high. I stumbled through the lobby and Mike caught me. I laughed and went to the stairs. "Like you can do the stairs in your state," Mike teased.
"I can!" I said indignantly. I tried to climb the stairs but Mike grabbed my waist. He pulled me into the elevator and we waited for our floor. I nearly fell out and we went to our room. I used the key and opened up.
"This is nice," Mike said softly. He came up behind me. I felt him kiss my jaw and I moaned quietly. He smiled against my skin and put his hand inside my dress. I felt his fingers skim my breasts, stomach and thighs. I groaned and turned around. I kissed him passionately. Mike grabbed my thighs and wrapped them around his hips. I kissed him again and Mike pushed me down onto the bed. He got on top of me and went to take off my dress. I flipped him over so I was on top. I was straddling him and started to run my fingers through his hair. I suddenly stopped and rolled off of the bed.
"Kay', don't tease me," he whined.
"I need to get changed," I told him and saw his eyes brighten.
"Into what?"
"Can't tell you. It's a secret," I smirked.
"Don't be a bitch,"
"Sorry," I smiled. I went into the bathroom. I found a bag of clothes on the floor and smiled. I stripped off my dress. Then I pulled out the clothes. They were something Alan had given me the idea for, not intentionally. He had joked about Mike and I being nerdy in the bedroom.
"Give me a clue!" Mike called.
"Remember the first time you kind of called me hot?!" I called back. "Where were we?"
"Robbing that store?"
"Before that," I urged.
"Oh, the Harry Potter convention," Mike said. I heard silence then laughing. "You wouldn't," he said grinning. I walked out of the bathroom. Mike sat up in bed and in one swift movement pulled his shirt over his head. I played with the hem of my Gryffindor robe and bit my lip.
"Normally I wouldn't do this. But house spirit and all. . ." I whispered. Mike grinned. He tugged his jeans off. I heard him swear under his breath when they got stuck. He pulled at them and threw them onto the floor. I took slow steps forward and kneeled on the bed. I straddled Mike's groin and he held my hips. I planted a kiss on his jaw, going down to his neck. He moaned in pleasure. I loosened my tie and took it off. I put it around Mike's neck and straightened it. My hand went down to the waist band of his underwear. Then I heard Mike's phone ring. He looked at it as I kissed his chest. "Reject it," I ordered. He did and threw the phone down onto the bedside table. But my phone started ringing. I looked at it and saw Sasha's number.
"Reject it," Mike copied me. I rejected it and set my phone onto the floor. Then I kissed him passionately on the lips. We broke away breathlessly and we started to move with one another as Mike's hand went inside my robes. I smirked as I felt him squeeze my breast. I gasped as he kissed my chest and took my nipple into his mouth. I pulled at his hair, making him moan.
"Mike," I breathed roughly. Then he started to go down to my stomach and trail his tongue up and down my abdomen. He sucked at my chest and then the waist line of my underwear, leaving red marks. In one swift, easy movement he rolled me over, leaving him hovering over me. He pulled my underwear down, leaving the robe still on but wide open. His hand started to rub on my center until he started to roll my clit with his thumb. I couldn't help but moan, making a smile stretch across his plump lips.
"Fuck, Kay'. You're so wet for me," Mike groaned. Then without warning he rammed two fingers inside me. He started to move his long fingers, pumping in and out. I could feel myself getting close. But to my disappointment he stopped.
"Babe," I complained.
"Shhh." he silenced me with his mouth. "What do you want?" he asked, trailing kissed down my stomach.
"You," I muttered.
"What was that?" he teased, kissing my thighs.
"I want you, Mike. I need you inside me now,"
"I know, baby," he soothed. I tugged at his boxers and he pulled them off. I bit my lip, looking at how hard he was. I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and opened it with my teeth. Before I rolled it on I put my head up, kissing the head of his cock softly. "Chris," Mike growled. I pulled him to me and he opened my legs. I tugged at his hair, scratching his scalp, neck and back. He put just the head inside me, teasing me.
"Don't be a dick," I complained. Then suddenly he roughly thruster his hips, pushing his cock all the way inside me. I grabbed onto the bed sheets as he started to thrust in and out of me. Mike could always get me off, only he could do this to me. "Fuck," I gasped.
"Always so tight,"
"Harder," I begged.
"You want it?" Mike growled.
"I need it," I moaned. I held onto his ass, wanting him deeper. With each thrust he was brushing against my spot, making me squirm with pleasure.
"I'm close," he moaned. I could feel the same. He released inside of me and I gripped onto his shoulders.
"I'm coming!" I screamed as I released around him. I breathed heavily, coming down. Mike eventually pulled out and rolled off of me. He tugged the condom off and tied it, throwing it somewhere.
"Happy anniversary," Mike got out.
"Happy anniversary," I smiled. "I love you,"
"I love you too, babe," he smiled widely. "Ready for round two?" Mike asked and held up a condom.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Seriously," he smirked.
"Only if I can be on top," I grinned.
"Bring it," he winked. I giggled and took the condom from him and climbed on top.
"She's with Mike," Austin snapped.
"It's okay. Not going to happen, Alan," I smiled. I finished myself off. I sat in the front lounge waiting. Someone knocked the door and I got up. I opened the door and saw Mike. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply. He grinned at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"You look so great," he told me.
"Thanks," I grinned. We walked away from the buses and off venue. Mike started walking a few blocks. I looked up at him curiously. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," he muttered. "Jess gave Jaime the address for a nice place," he said. We stopped and I looked at the building.
"Are you serious?" I asked. It was expensive, pretentious and not the kind of place that openly accepts Mexican gang members.
"Blame Jess," he shrugged. Mike opened the door to a expensive bistro. I raised my eyebrows and he shrugged.
"Can I help you?" a suited man asked.
"Table for two," Mike said. The man grabbed two menus. Then he led us to a table. We sat down and I looked around accusingly.
"I hate it here," I told him flatly. There were people in evening dresses and men in suits eating. They were looking at us strangely. Me in my tight dress and Mike tattooed wearing the hat he finally got back from me.
"Give it a chance," he tried, but I saw him wrinkle his nose in disgust.
"People are staring," I told him.
"Let them,"
"Mike, you can't honestly like being here. Just admit you fucked up and we can go and get fries,"
"Not happening," he shook his head.
"Don't be a dick," I told him.
"Excuse me, Sir?" a waiter asked with his eyes narrowed.
"I'm a Sir," Mike told me.
"Shut up,"
"Are you ready to order?" the waiter asked. I looked down at the menu and frowned. It was entirely in French. I saw Mike scratch his head, obviously confused. I looked up at the waiter and he smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"What's in English?" Mike asked.
"Bread," he offered.
"I'll take that," Mike said.
"That isn't even a starter,"
"Bring two baskets," he replied, making me laugh.
"I'm sorry for my boyfriend. He isn't very cultured. He's only visited. . . How many countries, babe?" I asked sweetly.
"Fifteen. But I'm not counting all of the ones in Europe. Who has time for that?"
"See, he's so uncultured," I rolled my eyes.
"Excuse me," the waiter said, flushing red.
"I hate it here," Mike told me.
"Give it a chance," I mocked.
"Fuck it," Mike breathed. I grinned at him and he reached for my hand. I took his and got up. We ran past the waiter. Then we reached the door. As we left I started laughing loudly. Mike watched me then leant down to kiss me. I took his hat and put in on, then I wrapped my arms around his neck again.
"Lets go to the park," he told me.
"Come on," I urged. We started walking. I made Mike wait outside and went to buy a bag of fries. When I came out I handed them to him. Then he led me to the park not far from the venue. I started skipping in front of him and he laughed. I collapsed down onto the grass and he lay next to me. We opened the fries and started picking at them.
"Look in my bag," I told him. He looked through and pulled out a bottle of Jack. He grinned and opened it up. Mike took the first gulp then gave it to me.
"Why?" he asked.
"I didn't know where we were headed. So I brought it,"
"Good," he smiled. Mike reached in his pocket. I saw him pull a joint out and light it up.
"You know the first time I got high with you was in a park," I said.
"I know," he said. Mike passed it to me. I put it in between my lips.
"You have no idea how hot you look now," he told me. I looked down then I inhaled deeply. I felt the light relief and the feeling take me over. I sighed against him before I exhaled. Mike took a drag while he ran his hand up and down my torso. I took a drag as I ran my hand through his hair. Before we exhaled we kissed. We both exhaled, the smoke circling us.
"Happy anniversary, Kay'," Mike said warmly.
"Happy anniversary. I love you,"
"Love you too," he breathed and we kissed.
By the time we reached the hotel we were both drunk and high. I stumbled through the lobby and Mike caught me. I laughed and went to the stairs. "Like you can do the stairs in your state," Mike teased.
"I can!" I said indignantly. I tried to climb the stairs but Mike grabbed my waist. He pulled me into the elevator and we waited for our floor. I nearly fell out and we went to our room. I used the key and opened up.
"This is nice," Mike said softly. He came up behind me. I felt him kiss my jaw and I moaned quietly. He smiled against my skin and put his hand inside my dress. I felt his fingers skim my breasts, stomach and thighs. I groaned and turned around. I kissed him passionately. Mike grabbed my thighs and wrapped them around his hips. I kissed him again and Mike pushed me down onto the bed. He got on top of me and went to take off my dress. I flipped him over so I was on top. I was straddling him and started to run my fingers through his hair. I suddenly stopped and rolled off of the bed.
"Kay', don't tease me," he whined.
"I need to get changed," I told him and saw his eyes brighten.
"Into what?"
"Can't tell you. It's a secret," I smirked.
"Don't be a bitch,"
"Sorry," I smiled. I went into the bathroom. I found a bag of clothes on the floor and smiled. I stripped off my dress. Then I pulled out the clothes. They were something Alan had given me the idea for, not intentionally. He had joked about Mike and I being nerdy in the bedroom.
"Give me a clue!" Mike called.
"Remember the first time you kind of called me hot?!" I called back. "Where were we?"
"Robbing that store?"
"Before that," I urged.
"Oh, the Harry Potter convention," Mike said. I heard silence then laughing. "You wouldn't," he said grinning. I walked out of the bathroom. Mike sat up in bed and in one swift movement pulled his shirt over his head. I played with the hem of my Gryffindor robe and bit my lip.
"Normally I wouldn't do this. But house spirit and all. . ." I whispered. Mike grinned. He tugged his jeans off. I heard him swear under his breath when they got stuck. He pulled at them and threw them onto the floor. I took slow steps forward and kneeled on the bed. I straddled Mike's groin and he held my hips. I planted a kiss on his jaw, going down to his neck. He moaned in pleasure. I loosened my tie and took it off. I put it around Mike's neck and straightened it. My hand went down to the waist band of his underwear. Then I heard Mike's phone ring. He looked at it as I kissed his chest. "Reject it," I ordered. He did and threw the phone down onto the bedside table. But my phone started ringing. I looked at it and saw Sasha's number.
"Reject it," Mike copied me. I rejected it and set my phone onto the floor. Then I kissed him passionately on the lips. We broke away breathlessly and we started to move with one another as Mike's hand went inside my robes. I smirked as I felt him squeeze my breast. I gasped as he kissed my chest and took my nipple into his mouth. I pulled at his hair, making him moan.
"Mike," I breathed roughly. Then he started to go down to my stomach and trail his tongue up and down my abdomen. He sucked at my chest and then the waist line of my underwear, leaving red marks. In one swift, easy movement he rolled me over, leaving him hovering over me. He pulled my underwear down, leaving the robe still on but wide open. His hand started to rub on my center until he started to roll my clit with his thumb. I couldn't help but moan, making a smile stretch across his plump lips.
"Fuck, Kay'. You're so wet for me," Mike groaned. Then without warning he rammed two fingers inside me. He started to move his long fingers, pumping in and out. I could feel myself getting close. But to my disappointment he stopped.
"Babe," I complained.
"Shhh." he silenced me with his mouth. "What do you want?" he asked, trailing kissed down my stomach.
"You," I muttered.
"What was that?" he teased, kissing my thighs.
"I want you, Mike. I need you inside me now,"
"I know, baby," he soothed. I tugged at his boxers and he pulled them off. I bit my lip, looking at how hard he was. I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and opened it with my teeth. Before I rolled it on I put my head up, kissing the head of his cock softly. "Chris," Mike growled. I pulled him to me and he opened my legs. I tugged at his hair, scratching his scalp, neck and back. He put just the head inside me, teasing me.
"Don't be a dick," I complained. Then suddenly he roughly thruster his hips, pushing his cock all the way inside me. I grabbed onto the bed sheets as he started to thrust in and out of me. Mike could always get me off, only he could do this to me. "Fuck," I gasped.
"Always so tight,"
"Harder," I begged.
"You want it?" Mike growled.
"I need it," I moaned. I held onto his ass, wanting him deeper. With each thrust he was brushing against my spot, making me squirm with pleasure.
"I'm close," he moaned. I could feel the same. He released inside of me and I gripped onto his shoulders.
"I'm coming!" I screamed as I released around him. I breathed heavily, coming down. Mike eventually pulled out and rolled off of me. He tugged the condom off and tied it, throwing it somewhere.
"Happy anniversary," Mike got out.
"Happy anniversary," I smiled. "I love you,"
"I love you too, babe," he smiled widely. "Ready for round two?" Mike asked and held up a condom.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Seriously," he smirked.
"Only if I can be on top," I grinned.
"Bring it," he winked. I giggled and took the condom from him and climbed on top.
Haha! Thank you ;) I'm uploading the sequel right now!
10/2/13