Don't Wake me Up

Mike had soon forgot about both coffee and breakfast, and he quickly made his way to the bathroom, stumbling in this bizarre excitement he had.

He opened the bathroom door for the first time in his stay here.

(( is this the long awaited shower scene? o.O;; ))

((lol, looks like it. dundundun))

Mike entered the white tiled room, examining the walls and furniture. They could have at least put more effort on the room itself than on the quality of the shower and bath.

The bassist started to unbuckle his belt after getting the water started in the shower.

"Hot. I don't like cold showers."

He stepped into the now fuming shower after having removed his pants, waiting for Brian. Looking on the floor, he hoped it wasn't slippery enought to make them fall.

The bassist tried to stay away from the pouring water, disliking the fact his hair got completely flat from it. He soon gave up, his hair already damp as he pressed his lips savagely on Brian's, pulling him into a heated kiss.

He stroked the back of Brian's neck with his finger intertwined slightly with his wet hair.

Mike looked at Brian's eyes, an unsure smile hanging on his lips.

"What, you want me to take that cheap hotel shampoo and wash your hair?" he asked.

He took the small bottle and read the label. "I have to admit, it is the 'authentic chateau bourgeois' supposely from France."

He uncapped the bottle and poured the honey-like shampoo on Brian's head before waiting for his response.

Mike smiled widely, repressing giggles from falling down his mouth.

The bassist approached Brian again, enlacing his arms around his frame as he bent down to kiss him again, this time slower than before, trying almost to taste him. His right hand lowered down until it reached the singer's ass, hovering a finger around his entrance and slowly pushing it inside, without waiting for his approval.

His finger sinked in deeper, soon another one followed. The water splashing over their bodies only added facility for it all.

Ending the kiss, tugging slightly at Brian's lip with is teeth, Mike leaned forward until he was placed beside the smaller man's ear and whipered huskily "Turn around."

Mike removed his fingers and positioned himself on the rim. He kissed Brian's neck from behind, some form of reassurance. Without much of a warning but the end of his kiss, he entered the man swiftly.

The bassist smiled, even though he hadn't intentionnally hurt Brian. He stayed motionless for a few moments, giving time to Brian to adjust.

Slow at first, Mike settled a pace, a rythm, trying to control his movements. He tried to find Brian's spot, and not hurt him at the same time.

With his left hand, he passed his fingers through Brian's hair, having a strange fascination for them now. He just liked them.

"Tell me when," he said.

As his movements became more rapid, progressing slowly, Mike snaked a hand around Brian's waist to grasp his cock softly at first, a bit more firmly later. He moved his hand up and down, matching his own rythm he was creating.

The water had now, to Mike's discontent, completely soaked his hair and he'd have one hell of a time making his hair stand back up.

Mike let out a groan, trying not cause Brian any more pain.

Mike screwed his eyes shot, drops of sweat hidden by the water sprinkling from the shower. He gave out a loud gasp, feeling closer by the second.

"Brian..." he mumbled.

((Bwaha, I could have written "Coffee..." instead.))