Bed & Breakfast

The bassist rubbed his lips with his hand on the spot Brian had designated and tried to take it off by himself.

"That's entirely your fault if I have lipstick on my mouth," he replied amused.

The lady at the counter gave them a key to their room after a few moments, briefly considering it was two men who were sharing it.

Without too much seeing where he was, Mike let himself get drag inside and started his search for Brian's lips, which wasn't the easiest thing to do when every single inch of the place was pitch black and a stupid chair seemed to have chosen to make you trip and almost fall on your face.

He took a shot anyway, only landing bluntly on the very corner of Brian's eye and giving out a loud smirk as he did so.

"I don't think they do have a couch in here," Mike replied as his eyes could pear a little bit more through the darkness.

"Bed," he said, as he kissed Brian back passionately, starting to take him in the direction of the twin bed that rested in one of the corners of the room.

(( / Waves /
Don't forget me! I still wanna have something to look forward to when I come back home ;_;
Oh well, I guess it's still interesting reading / sigh /

This is not the end for Patrick!
HAHAHA))

Mike laid Brian's back down on the matress, feeling the cold air hit his lower part. He pecked his ear on the side, whispering: "It's your turn, now. We're switching roles."

He hoped Brian would understand and that it wouldn't make things weird between them. Mike looked at Brian's eyes for an answer.

The bassist started to fumble with the first buttons of Brian's shirt, his movements making it harder for him to do the job properly. At the same time, he gave Brian a small kiss on the lips, trying to forget about the fact that they didn't really have any form of lubrifiant.

He was glad the dim lit room could hide the color of his now red cheeks as he managed to say "no" with his head. He began to feel a bit more aware of what was about to happen. On the other hand, he didn't really want Brian to know that he was totally new at that and had never really been the one underneath.

"Just... just do it," he muttured under his accelerating breathing.

The bassist didn't quite like how Brian said it'd make this one memorable. When the fingers came in, he took a sharp intake of air, holding back his breath without really realizing it. He struggled slightly, trying not to clench his muscles. This was different, and though it didn't quite hurt him, it was at least a bit uncomfortable.

“Hmph…” he blurted out as he closed his eyes shut.

"No... I haven't," he replied. He gripped both hands on Brian's forearms and clenched his teeth to prepare himself for what was about to come. He slightly moved his legs apart a little further to make the access more easier, but mostly so that it wouldn't hurt him.

"Ok, now," he pronounced once he felt he was ready.

Mike gasped loudly when he felt his muscles being stretched to their farthest extent. He immediately wished he didn't, hoping Brian wouldn't take this as a sign to stop. He didn't want to looked like a beginner and he kind of felt shame in being one, but he did not want Brian to have less pleasure just because of him, so he refrained from saying anything else, clawing tighter at the shirt instead.

"Yeah," Mike replied through his panting. "Don't stop."

His death grip on Brian's arms loosened a little bit. Reassured that the one inside of him cared, Mike felt like he had less to worry about. After all, it was Brian. He could trust him.

Mike let out an unintentional small mewl as Brian hit his prostate harder. His breathing labored, he wondered if he'd be able to last much longer. His thoughts were blurred, his neck arched back slightly and his hands were now twisting around the bed sheets in tormented pleasure.

"Faster," he muttered.

Mike forced his eyes open, getting a glimpse of Brian, the moment only adding pressure in the pit of his stomach. He was close and was only too aware of it. Unconciously, a series of guttoral moan started to escape his throat.