Another Morning With You

Mike opened his mouth to reply, but didn't, not knowing whether it was because it was true or if Brian kissing him there distracted him that much.

He slipped his hands along Brian's sides slowly, turning his face to capture Brian's lips on his.

He halted momentarily, looking at Brian. "We're going to get caught..." he hesitated.

"M... maybe..." Mike added, his rationnal side trying to fight the urge to just give in.

He sank back in the modelled seat that was sculpted in the tub, Brian now sitting in his lap.

He attached his lips right under Brian's ear, muttering "we shouldn't be doing this... not here..." but still kissing the smaller man.

Mike tensed and groaned. "Briian..."

He hid his face in the crook of the musician's neck.

"We... no, we shouldn't... Brian, we shouldn't..." but even though he was complaining against, his tone had lost all opposition.

Mike moaned in surprise inside Brian's mouth not expecting his hand there at all. He moved his legs around a bit.

His hands stroked his back, slowly descending down until he reached the rim of the bathing suit. He suddenly remembered it was Billie Joe's, and somehow felt a new wave of rationality. He decided it wasn't all that fine that Brian was sporting it while doing that, for both moral and litteral reasons.

"Brian... huh... the bathing suit, it's not... I mean..."

Mike kissed him, his nose brushing against Brian's in the process.

He started tugging down his own bathing suit, shifting around since it wasn't the easiest thing to accomplish when someone was sitting on your lap.

Mike finally took it off, and dragged Brian closer, kissing him roughly on the lips. "If we ever get caught, you explain." he said simply, resuming his previous kiss.

He wrapped his legs around Brian's waist.

Heels digging in Brian's back, Mike gasped, but try not to clench around the two digits. He knew that Brian didn't appreciate his struggle, even if sometimes it wasn't controled. He burried his face in the crook of the singer's neck, breathing loudly.

"Brian... slowly..." he stuttered.

Mike shut his eyes and moaned, trying not to get too loud. And what if there were security cameras? He didn't dare to think what the consequences might be.

He shrugged the thought off anyway, and rocked his hips forward.

Mike nodded silently, briefly opening his eyes but keeping his forehead on Brian's right clavicle.

To help Brian a little bit, laid back in the seat, keeping his legs around Brian's waist.

Mike swallowed hard, trying not to grit his teeth together. He just nodded faster, more trying to reassure Brian than himself. He was glad they were in a place with water, the vapors covering his clinging tears on the corner of his eyes.

He tried to move his arms unsuccessfully, Brian's own force keeping them still.

"Just... just give me one sec..." he stammered, trying to shift a little bit.

Mike waited until he was feeling slightly more comfortable, his breathing still coming out uneven.

"...Ok... go," he replied after a moment.

As he said so, he gripped Brian's shoulder, more for moral support than anything else.

"Briiian..." Mike uncounsciously moaned out.

The heat of the water seemed to have suddenly turn warmer, the vapors making his already rapid breathing even more labored. With his eyes shut, he let out a flow of blurred mumbles, going from calling Brian's name a multiple times to a couple of swear words.

Mike barely felt Brian's nails in his back, but he could tell there would be marks to prove it later on. Every time Brian's crotch hit his prostate, his knuckles would turn white from the pressure. The pace was litterally out of control, but Mike couldn't care less, and he had forgotten about any possibility of getting caught in here.

"I'm... Brian, I'm..." he started, not able to formulate a comprhensive phrase.