Good morning sunshine. xD

The first thing that hit him was a cold breeze that could reach his underarms. The bassist shivered from it, feeling some kind of pulling on his single earring, and at the same time realizing he couldn't move his arms nor his hands.

Opening foggy eyes, he first felt his heart sink in his throat as he suddenly had no view of Brian, but calmed down as he noticed him by his side. It took him a moment to acknowledge that he had both of his arms held by a towel, his first reaction struggling to get his wrists free from the rather tight knot.

"What... Why am I tied to the bed???" he asked the singer, somewhat alarmed by his position on the mattress. He struggled with his legs, bringing his knees up.

((The worse reply I could ever come up with would be: "I need to go to the bathroom", but then maybe that would change some of your plans, hehe.))




The taller man looked sideways, hesitant at what he would reply. Hell, this was one way to wake up. Maybe this was just a dream and he'd emerge from it any time now.

But who was he kidding. The tight bond that connected his fists to the bedpost was clearly pinching his skin, one more proof he wasn't sleeping.

Mike looked back at Brian, a questioning look hooked on his features. "What exactly are you planning to do?"

Frankly, he knew this was a really dumb question to ask, for he was more than aware of what the answer might be. He just needed to be reassured... somehow.

With the playful look Brian was sporting, Mike had a hard time deciding whether he should take him seriously or not. At the same time, he wondered if he should say he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to get through with it, not that he really had the choice anyway.

As Brian toyed with his skin, he gave an unintentional pull at his hands, only increasing the makeshift's pressure even more, if it was at all possible.

"Is the towel really necessary?" he asked, sounding more like a plea than he'd want to.

A goosebump ran up his spine, making him shiver under Brian's order as he nodded his head quickly in response. At least he didn't have the mistake to vocally reply, though he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to hold back his tongue for the entire... well, session.

He moved his feet around just a little bit; relieved and kind of happy these hadn't been tied as well.

As much as he hated to admit this, the entire act of being bounded was starting to turn him on. Of course, he wouldn't let it show to Brian.

Mike's bottom lip disapeared between his teeth, gulping back the urge he had to tell Brian just to get on with it. Above all, he couldn't stand teasing. It was completely out of his reach to resist, but then again maybe it was better than having Brian literally whipping him if he said something.

As he felt the warm air coming out of Brian's mouth so close to his hard on, he slightly bucked his hips upward, craving more contact.

Ok, so the teasing was over after all. But was it for good or for worse? Mike quickly arched his neck, almost to a point where you'd think it would snap. And this time, he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from giving out a moan. He managed to keep his word and not make a sound, but fearing he wouldn't be able to hold it back much more longer.

Exasperated, Mike stared at him wide eyed, his throbbing erection making his thinking less rational.

"What, you're just going to stop?" he asked in disbelief.

Mike took a sharp intake of air as he felt the burning sensation on his skin, immediately wishing he hadn't said something.

Once again, he shivered from the cold of the room, trying to focus his thoughts on this rather than his unaccommodating cock.

Biting his lower lip for the second time this evening, it hauled some blood drops to the surface. The pleasure was only unbearable and Mike wished he could get his hands free, now that they were twisted in tight fists, similar to his toes that had curled themselves as well.

Mike focused on not letting any sound out of his mouth as he shot a quick glance toward the cigarette in the ashtray, hoping it was out for good.

Mike gasped, his eyes closed and his head rolling from side to side. This was too much. He was close and Brian's mouth on his cock was driving him crazy. With a last attempt not to make a sound, he let a small cry out, mentally slapping himself for doing so. But no matter how much he tried, it was becoming impossible for him to keep his mouth shut.

With clenched teeth, Mike was a bit relieved when Brian gave no sign of noticing his noise. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his neck twitching slightly.

When he knew it was too late to back down, he considered warning Brian he was about to spill, but he was still affraid of having to face a conscequence if he did.

Too late now. With a last breath, he shook through his orgasm, some sort of strangled whisper saying "Brian!" slipping out of his throat as he became blind from the pleasure shooting from in between his legs.

His eyes still closed slightly and his breathing still somewhat rapid, Mike lazily rubbed his wrist which were slightly red from the sudden rush of blood.

After just about the best head he had ever been given, Mike quickly forgot about the mark on his neck, the burning sensation long gone.