Shaun didn't order any more drinks for either of them, despite Mike's generous offer, and Rebecca checked in with him before she left - alone, and not before giving him a wink and a nudge. Shaun moved to the dance floor to kill time and work himself up - sometimes he danced alone, sometimes with other people, but he kept moving. He wasn't really aware of the passage of time, but it didn't seem that long before there was a solid body behind him, followed by strong hands on his hips, and before he could turn and berate the stranger for being so familiar, there were lips against his ear and Mike's voice asking if he was ready to go.
Shaun was more than ready, and Mike turned him around, pressed against him and stared down at him for a moment. "One thing," he said, and he pressed in, lips against Shaun's, and Shaun parted them immediately. Mike kissed like he was starving for it, and Shaun felt much the same, pulled Mike close and licked into his mouth like he was entitled to it. But Mike pulled back then, despite Shaun's protest. "Nope, that was a test. We're good, let's go," he said, and grabbed Shaun by the hand and pulled him off the dance floor, out of the bar, and into a waiting cab where Shaun gave directions to his hotel. That was all he managed to say, before Mike was pressing against him in the back seat, lips grazing over his jaw, his neck, murmuring delicious little promises that Shaun was definitely going to hold him to, once they were behind closed doors.
In what felt like no time at all, the cabbie was clearing his throat and Shaun actually pushed Mike away, long enough to count the bills he handed to the driver. Mike scoffed and rolled his eyes, but the atmosphere had calmed a little, so they could actually walk into the hotel like normal adults and not crazy people. The elevator ride was quiet and tense, but the good kind, with the two of them just looking at each other, hands at their sides, desire so thick in the air Shaun could practically see it. Mike followed him to his room and waited patiently while Shaun unlocked and opened the door, but inside, it was Shaun who moved, who pressed Mike back into the door and kissed him fiercely. Mike went willingly enough, but his hands weren't passive, grabbing at Shaun and pulling him close, mussing his hair and gripping his ass. They rutted against each other like that for a moment before Shaun pulled back, one hand on Mike's chest to prevent him from following.
"Christ, you're hot," he panted, dragging his eyes up Mike's form. "I'm going to show you my gratitude right here," he breathed, dropping down to his knees in front of Mike and attacking his zip desperately. "I need to have you in my mouth, god, I've thought of nothing else all night," he babbled, and Mike groaned, dropping his head back against the door as his hand combed through Shaun's hair.
"Fuck, David, you can't just say things like that," he breathed, gasping as Shaun's fingers gripped his cock gently and drew him out of his boxers. "Fuck, you like that," he breathed, because Shaun did like that, he loved cock, and Mike's was perfect: uncut and growing as Shaun stroked him, became hotter and thicker in his hand. Shaun licked his lips, breath ghosting over that hot flesh on purpose, and Mike moaned again. "Yeah, c'mon, suck it, take it, please," he begged.
Shaun thought about teasing, about taking his time, but they didn't really have time - it was already late, his flight was early, and he wanted to do so much to this man. Wanted Mike to do all sorts of things to him. So he took that gorgeous prick into his mouth without any preamble, sucking it down to nearly the base and pulling back just as easily. God, he loved this, the weight of a cock, the tangy-salt taste on the back of his tongue, the way he could reduce a man to whimpers and desperation with only his mouth alone. Mike's hands tightened in his hair and he could feel the man restraining himself, fighting not to thrust, and Shaun reached for his hips, pulled him forward because he could take it. Wanted to take it.
"Fuck," Mike swore, already moving his hips, but gently at first. He was looking down at Shaun with the sort of reverence nearly all men had for this kind of act, lust-glazed and a little posessive. "Yeah, like that, god, look so good like that," he growled, and Shaun groaned around the hot flesh spearing past his lips. "So greedy for it, you want all of it, don't you?," Mike continued, eyes going a little sharp and Shaun shivered slightly as another moan escaped him. "You want me to give it to you," he said a little more slowly, considering, and his hand cradled Shaun's head as his hips moved. He kept Shaun still as he fed him his cock, and Shaun groaned helplessly. He knew he looked a mess, saliva and precome drooling out of his mouth, hair rucked up from Mike's fingers, but he loved this, knew he could come from this alone.
Shaun's hips were moving slightly, seeking any kind of friction, though he hadn't so much as unzipped his pants yet. Mike shifted one leg between Shaun's, moving it slightly until Shaun took over, rutting against his leg almost mindlessly. It was too much sensation; the cock sliding past his lips, over his tongue, into his throat; the firm pressure of Mike's leg, the sure grip of his fingers on Shaun's head. Shaun moaned again, had to close his eyes, because just seeing the lust in Mike's was almost enough to send him over.
Mike's hips stuttered for a moment. "God, you're going to come like that, aren't you? Gonna come in your pants from getting your mouth fucked," he growled, and he jerked into motion again, his thrusts shorter, but harder, and Shaun shuddered, groaning almost constantly now, when he could. "Fuck, yeah, take it, David. Gonna come in your mouth, gonna make you swallow it all," he breathed, and he did, he pushed his cock deep again as it swelled and shot come into Shaun's throat, forcing him to swallow. Shaun whined a little, and Mike pulled back, let the rest of his come spurt onto Shaun's tongue instead - which was all the catalyst Shaun needed, and he gave one last thrust againt Mike's leg before he shuddered and came in his pants like some hormone-riddled teenager. Mike was sagging back against the door when he slipped out of Shaun's mouth, and Shaun swallowed the come that had accumulated there, licking his lips one last time. He knew he had a blissed-out smile on his face, and when he glanced up at Mike, he saw an almost identical expression mirrored back at him. "Fuck, that was... oh my god, did you...did you actually come like that?," he asked. He didn't sound judgemental - rather, he sounded impressed and eager, like it was the hottest thing he could imagine, and Shaun flushed slightly.
"Yep. So now I need to get out of these disgusting clothes," he said, managing to stand easily enough, and Mike grinned.
"I'll help, seeing as I helped you dirty them up," he purred, following Shaun into the room and stripped off his own shirt, tossed it somewhere into the room.
Shaun just grinned and shook his head. "No, you see about stripping yourself. Give me a show, put that gorgeous body to use," he snapped, pulling his vest over his head and working on the buttons of his shirt.
Mike only raised one eyebrow at him before grinning and letting his hands run down his neck, down his chest and over his flat stomach. He was fit, but not really cut, just lean and lightly muscled. He certainly knew how to work it to his appeal, though, as he started to sway his hips, fingers toying with the button on his slacks. Shaun flicked his eyes back up to Mike's face, and it was obvious the man was amused by Shaun's equally obvious interest, but Shaun was not sober enough to feel any shame about it at all. Shaun slipped off his shoes and socks as Mike turned for a moment. He'd shucked everything else by the time Mike was facing him again, and apparently Mike hadn't expected that. He stopped his teasing dance, and frowned.
"Hey, you beat me," he said, and tugged at his zipper like it had offended him before shoving his pants down - not that they made it far, because he hadn't yet removed his shoes at all.
Shaun had to laugh as Mike hobbled the short distance to the bed and struggled out of his clothing. Shaun sauntered over and laid himself out, let his hands play over his own body, because it felt good and also because Mike was staring at him intensely, only one leg free of his slacks. Shaun let one hand drift down to his prick; it was half-hard again already, so he stroked it slowly, tugged at his balls gently. "Best hurry, or I'll start without you. Might not even let you catch up," he murmured. It seemed less than a second that Mike was fully naked and half atop him and kissing him fiercely.
Mike had nice hands - Shaun had definitely noticed while he'd been mixing their drinks - and now those hands were sliding up and down his torso, nails digging slightly into his skin on the upstrokes. He touched like he kissed; greedy, hungry, like he couldn't get enough, and it drove Shaun absolutely insane with lust, made him arch up into those touches, lick back into the mouth against his own, reach to touch that body right back. It wasn't long at all before he was fully hard again, and he pushed at Mike a bit, though he had problems with actually managing to stop kissing him. "Fuck, fuck, Mike, I need your fingers in me. I need them in me now," he breathed, and Mike just stared down at him for a moment, like he was faced with some terrible decision. "What is it? Why aren't you already stretching me?," Shaun demanded.
"Damn, David, just...you can't say things like that," Mike breathed, leaning in for one last, harsh kiss before pulling back. "Where's your lube? Condoms? God, I want inside you yesterday," he said nonsensically, already looking around like Shaun would just have those supplies in the open.
"Ah, hold on," Shaun said, because they were in his bags, which were of course already packed. It proved his story, of course, that they were leaving tomorrow, and it wasn't like his supplies were hard to find. He approached the bed only a few moments later, but Mike pulled him in, twisted them both and pushed Shaun back into the bed before kissing him again. Shaun wanted to comment that he seemed to have a problem with not kissing him, but as doing that would involve actually not kissing Mike back, he decided it wasn't worth it.
Mike was an able multi-tasker, however, as Shaun soon felt slick digits rubbing against his arsehole, sliding and pressing against him and he couldn't help that his legs fell further apart at that. Couldn't help that his hips bucked into the touch, or the hungry noise that left his throat. Mike smiled against his mouth for a moment before it was back to kissing, and honestly, Shaun kind of lost track of things at that point. It was all slick pressure and fullness and tongues and pleasure.
But there was an end point to that, a point when Mike was suddenly kneeling between his legs, one of Shaun's propped up against his shoulder, and a thick, blunt pressure at Shaun's hole that promised to satisfy his desire to be fucked and fucked well. "Fuck, yes, give it to me, Mike," he breathed, and Mike growled and shifted, cock sliding in quickly with a slight sting that made Shaun jump. But Mike gripped his hips and held him there as he completed that first thrust, held him as he waited. Shaun tried to wiggle, to move, to make Mike move, but Mike just held him there without any effort at all, and fuck if that didn't do things to Shaun.
"Dammit, move, fuck me, you need to fuck me," he ordered, and Mike only laughed, and suddenly Shaun's other leg was over his shoulder, too; his hips were being lifted and Mike was sliding out, then in, and oh, it was glorious. Mike was blessed with a perfect prick, just the right length and girth, felt absolutely divine anywhere inside Shaun's body that he cared to put it. Mike laughed again, much closer to his ear now, and maybe Shaun had said those things out loud.
"Shut up, don't stop moving, just keep - keep doing that, oh," Shaun breathed, hands moving to grab Mike's shoulder, his neck, as if he could somehow keep him there, just like that.
"God, you're bossy in bed, too. Should've known," Mike panted, but he sounded amused, sounded like maybe he liked that, and Shaun huffed.
"Yeah, well, you're taking direction so well. Such a good boy," he replied, and Mike sort of gasped and ruined his rhythm by thrusting harder than he had been for a moment. It didn't take him long to get back on track, but Shaun was already smirking up at him. "You like that, do you? Well, I can certainly oblige," he breathed. "C'mon, kiss me," he demanded, and it would be a bit of a stretch - Mike had to practically bend him in half - but it was so worth it, to see Mike's hungry, dazed expression as he rushed to obey. It was messy and uncoordinated, and so very, very hot. "Good boy, such a good boy for me," Shaun breathed into the sloppy kiss, and Mike whined a little and pushed at Shaun's shoulders. Mike forced him back down so he could thrust harder, and Shaun cried out, loud an appreciative. "Fuck, like that, Mike, just...fuck me like that, make me come," he ordered, and fuck if Mike didn't strive to obey, hips pistoning powerfully into Shaun now.
Shaun gasped - like this he had no leverage, but the angle was great, and he was nearly there. Mike was panting above him, and fuck - he looked really good like that! "Touch me," Shaun gasped, breathless, "C'mon, I'm close, so close!" Mike obeyed immediately, one hand moving from Shaun's hip to grasp his cock and stroke - a little uncoordinated, but it was just enough. In less than a minute, Shaun was groaning and shaking and coming all over himself, and Mike actually whined. "You can come," Shaun said, "You can, do it, come for me," and Mike did, almost as if he'd been waiting for permission. He gripped Shaun's hip harshly, shoved as deep as it was physically possible to go, and stilled. Shaun could feel him trembling a little from it, could feel that gorgeous prick throb inside him and he almost regretted that he'd used a condom. Almost.
They stayed like that for a few moments, panting and shuddering before Mike shifted, pulled out slowly and let Shaun's legs down gently before he slid off the bed to dispose of the condom. Mike went into the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet cloth and sat near Shaun and cleaned him up without hesitation. "Such a good boy," Shaun murmured, a lazy grin stretched out on his face, and Mike flashed him a quick smile. Mike finished and picked up the cloth and took it back to the bathroom. Shaun watched him go, because it was definitely a sight to see, and it wasn't like he'd have the opportunity later. But when he re-entered the room, Mike hesitated and Shaun patted the bed. "C'mon, unless you've got somewhere to be," he offered and Mike only grinned and crawled into the bed. He wasn't shy about crowding against Shaun, and Shaun just sighed and settled back into the body against his as he reached for his phone and set his alarm - he set it to vibrate and slid it against his shoulder, so as not to wake Mike in the morning.
"You should give me your number," Mike murmured, and Shaun hummed at him - he knew he wouldn't. Mike slid an arm over his side and Shaun let him, and waited for Mike to fall asleep first - it didn't take long. He waited a few moments, savored the casual intimacy, and fell asleep before any bitterness could seep in.
FILL: One Night in New York (PREQUEL?? 2/3)
Shaun was more than ready, and Mike turned him around, pressed against him and stared down at him for a moment. "One thing," he said, and he pressed in, lips against Shaun's, and Shaun parted them immediately. Mike kissed like he was starving for it, and Shaun felt much the same, pulled Mike close and licked into his mouth like he was entitled to it. But Mike pulled back then, despite Shaun's protest. "Nope, that was a test. We're good, let's go," he said, and grabbed Shaun by the hand and pulled him off the dance floor, out of the bar, and into a waiting cab where Shaun gave directions to his hotel. That was all he managed to say, before Mike was pressing against him in the back seat, lips grazing over his jaw, his neck, murmuring delicious little promises that Shaun was definitely going to hold him to, once they were behind closed doors.
In what felt like no time at all, the cabbie was clearing his throat and Shaun actually pushed Mike away, long enough to count the bills he handed to the driver. Mike scoffed and rolled his eyes, but the atmosphere had calmed a little, so they could actually walk into the hotel like normal adults and not crazy people. The elevator ride was quiet and tense, but the good kind, with the two of them just looking at each other, hands at their sides, desire so thick in the air Shaun could practically see it. Mike followed him to his room and waited patiently while Shaun unlocked and opened the door, but inside, it was Shaun who moved, who pressed Mike back into the door and kissed him fiercely. Mike went willingly enough, but his hands weren't passive, grabbing at Shaun and pulling him close, mussing his hair and gripping his ass. They rutted against each other like that for a moment before Shaun pulled back, one hand on Mike's chest to prevent him from following.
"Christ, you're hot," he panted, dragging his eyes up Mike's form. "I'm going to show you my gratitude right here," he breathed, dropping down to his knees in front of Mike and attacking his zip desperately. "I need to have you in my mouth, god, I've thought of nothing else all night," he babbled, and Mike groaned, dropping his head back against the door as his hand combed through Shaun's hair.
"Fuck, David, you can't just say things like that," he breathed, gasping as Shaun's fingers gripped his cock gently and drew him out of his boxers. "Fuck, you like that," he breathed, because Shaun did like that, he loved cock, and Mike's was perfect: uncut and growing as Shaun stroked him, became hotter and thicker in his hand. Shaun licked his lips, breath ghosting over that hot flesh on purpose, and Mike moaned again. "Yeah, c'mon, suck it, take it, please," he begged.
Shaun thought about teasing, about taking his time, but they didn't really have time - it was already late, his flight was early, and he wanted to do so much to this man. Wanted Mike to do all sorts of things to him. So he took that gorgeous prick into his mouth without any preamble, sucking it down to nearly the base and pulling back just as easily. God, he loved this, the weight of a cock, the tangy-salt taste on the back of his tongue, the way he could reduce a man to whimpers and desperation with only his mouth alone. Mike's hands tightened in his hair and he could feel the man restraining himself, fighting not to thrust, and Shaun reached for his hips, pulled him forward because he could take it. Wanted to take it.
"Fuck," Mike swore, already moving his hips, but gently at first. He was looking down at Shaun with the sort of reverence nearly all men had for this kind of act, lust-glazed and a little posessive. "Yeah, like that, god, look so good like that," he growled, and Shaun groaned around the hot flesh spearing past his lips. "So greedy for it, you want all of it, don't you?," Mike continued, eyes going a little sharp and Shaun shivered slightly as another moan escaped him. "You want me to give it to you," he said a little more slowly, considering, and his hand cradled Shaun's head as his hips moved. He kept Shaun still as he fed him his cock, and Shaun groaned helplessly. He knew he looked a mess, saliva and precome drooling out of his mouth, hair rucked up from Mike's fingers, but he loved this, knew he could come from this alone.
Shaun's hips were moving slightly, seeking any kind of friction, though he hadn't so much as unzipped his pants yet. Mike shifted one leg between Shaun's, moving it slightly until Shaun took over, rutting against his leg almost mindlessly. It was too much sensation; the cock sliding past his lips, over his tongue, into his throat; the firm pressure of Mike's leg, the sure grip of his fingers on Shaun's head. Shaun moaned again, had to close his eyes, because just seeing the lust in Mike's was almost enough to send him over.
Mike's hips stuttered for a moment. "God, you're going to come like that, aren't you? Gonna come in your pants from getting your mouth fucked," he growled, and he jerked into motion again, his thrusts shorter, but harder, and Shaun shuddered, groaning almost constantly now, when he could. "Fuck, yeah, take it, David. Gonna come in your mouth, gonna make you swallow it all," he breathed, and he did, he pushed his cock deep again as it swelled and shot come into Shaun's throat, forcing him to swallow. Shaun whined a little, and Mike pulled back, let the rest of his come spurt onto Shaun's tongue instead - which was all the catalyst Shaun needed, and he gave one last thrust againt Mike's leg before he shuddered and came in his pants like some hormone-riddled teenager. Mike was sagging back against the door when he slipped out of Shaun's mouth, and Shaun swallowed the come that had accumulated there, licking his lips one last time. He knew he had a blissed-out smile on his face, and when he glanced up at Mike, he saw an almost identical expression mirrored back at him. "Fuck, that was... oh my god, did you...did you actually come like that?," he asked. He didn't sound judgemental - rather, he sounded impressed and eager, like it was the hottest thing he could imagine, and Shaun flushed slightly.
"Yep. So now I need to get out of these disgusting clothes," he said, managing to stand easily enough, and Mike grinned.
"I'll help, seeing as I helped you dirty them up," he purred, following Shaun into the room and stripped off his own shirt, tossed it somewhere into the room.
Shaun just grinned and shook his head. "No, you see about stripping yourself. Give me a show, put that gorgeous body to use," he snapped, pulling his vest over his head and working on the buttons of his shirt.
Mike only raised one eyebrow at him before grinning and letting his hands run down his neck, down his chest and over his flat stomach. He was fit, but not really cut, just lean and lightly muscled. He certainly knew how to work it to his appeal, though, as he started to sway his hips, fingers toying with the button on his slacks. Shaun flicked his eyes back up to Mike's face, and it was obvious the man was amused by Shaun's equally obvious interest, but Shaun was not sober enough to feel any shame about it at all. Shaun slipped off his shoes and socks as Mike turned for a moment. He'd shucked everything else by the time Mike was facing him again, and apparently Mike hadn't expected that. He stopped his teasing dance, and frowned.
"Hey, you beat me," he said, and tugged at his zipper like it had offended him before shoving his pants down - not that they made it far, because he hadn't yet removed his shoes at all.
Shaun had to laugh as Mike hobbled the short distance to the bed and struggled out of his clothing. Shaun sauntered over and laid himself out, let his hands play over his own body, because it felt good and also because Mike was staring at him intensely, only one leg free of his slacks. Shaun let one hand drift down to his prick; it was half-hard again already, so he stroked it slowly, tugged at his balls gently. "Best hurry, or I'll start without you. Might not even let you catch up," he murmured. It seemed less than a second that Mike was fully naked and half atop him and kissing him fiercely.
Mike had nice hands - Shaun had definitely noticed while he'd been mixing their drinks - and now those hands were sliding up and down his torso, nails digging slightly into his skin on the upstrokes. He touched like he kissed; greedy, hungry, like he couldn't get enough, and it drove Shaun absolutely insane with lust, made him arch up into those touches, lick back into the mouth against his own, reach to touch that body right back. It wasn't long at all before he was fully hard again, and he pushed at Mike a bit, though he had problems with actually managing to stop kissing him. "Fuck, fuck, Mike, I need your fingers in me. I need them in me now," he breathed, and Mike just stared down at him for a moment, like he was faced with some terrible decision. "What is it? Why aren't you already stretching me?," Shaun demanded.
"Damn, David, just...you can't say things like that," Mike breathed, leaning in for one last, harsh kiss before pulling back. "Where's your lube? Condoms? God, I want inside you yesterday," he said nonsensically, already looking around like Shaun would just have those supplies in the open.
"Ah, hold on," Shaun said, because they were in his bags, which were of course already packed. It proved his story, of course, that they were leaving tomorrow, and it wasn't like his supplies were hard to find. He approached the bed only a few moments later, but Mike pulled him in, twisted them both and pushed Shaun back into the bed before kissing him again. Shaun wanted to comment that he seemed to have a problem with not kissing him, but as doing that would involve actually not kissing Mike back, he decided it wasn't worth it.
Mike was an able multi-tasker, however, as Shaun soon felt slick digits rubbing against his arsehole, sliding and pressing against him and he couldn't help that his legs fell further apart at that. Couldn't help that his hips bucked into the touch, or the hungry noise that left his throat. Mike smiled against his mouth for a moment before it was back to kissing, and honestly, Shaun kind of lost track of things at that point. It was all slick pressure and fullness and tongues and pleasure.
But there was an end point to that, a point when Mike was suddenly kneeling between his legs, one of Shaun's propped up against his shoulder, and a thick, blunt pressure at Shaun's hole that promised to satisfy his desire to be fucked and fucked well. "Fuck, yes, give it to me, Mike," he breathed, and Mike growled and shifted, cock sliding in quickly with a slight sting that made Shaun jump. But Mike gripped his hips and held him there as he completed that first thrust, held him as he waited. Shaun tried to wiggle, to move, to make Mike move, but Mike just held him there without any effort at all, and fuck if that didn't do things to Shaun.
"Dammit, move, fuck me, you need to fuck me," he ordered, and Mike only laughed, and suddenly Shaun's other leg was over his shoulder, too; his hips were being lifted and Mike was sliding out, then in, and oh, it was glorious. Mike was blessed with a perfect prick, just the right length and girth, felt absolutely divine anywhere inside Shaun's body that he cared to put it. Mike laughed again, much closer to his ear now, and maybe Shaun had said those things out loud.
"Shut up, don't stop moving, just keep - keep doing that, oh," Shaun breathed, hands moving to grab Mike's shoulder, his neck, as if he could somehow keep him there, just like that.
"God, you're bossy in bed, too. Should've known," Mike panted, but he sounded amused, sounded like maybe he liked that, and Shaun huffed.
"Yeah, well, you're taking direction so well. Such a good boy," he replied, and Mike sort of gasped and ruined his rhythm by thrusting harder than he had been for a moment. It didn't take him long to get back on track, but Shaun was already smirking up at him. "You like that, do you? Well, I can certainly oblige," he breathed. "C'mon, kiss me," he demanded, and it would be a bit of a stretch - Mike had to practically bend him in half - but it was so worth it, to see Mike's hungry, dazed expression as he rushed to obey. It was messy and uncoordinated, and so very, very hot. "Good boy, such a good boy for me," Shaun breathed into the sloppy kiss, and Mike whined a little and pushed at Shaun's shoulders. Mike forced him back down so he could thrust harder, and Shaun cried out, loud an appreciative. "Fuck, like that, Mike, just...fuck me like that, make me come," he ordered, and fuck if Mike didn't strive to obey, hips pistoning powerfully into Shaun now.
Shaun gasped - like this he had no leverage, but the angle was great, and he was nearly there. Mike was panting above him, and fuck - he looked really good like that! "Touch me," Shaun gasped, breathless, "C'mon, I'm close, so close!" Mike obeyed immediately, one hand moving from Shaun's hip to grasp his cock and stroke - a little uncoordinated, but it was just enough. In less than a minute, Shaun was groaning and shaking and coming all over himself, and Mike actually whined. "You can come," Shaun said, "You can, do it, come for me," and Mike did, almost as if he'd been waiting for permission. He gripped Shaun's hip harshly, shoved as deep as it was physically possible to go, and stilled. Shaun could feel him trembling a little from it, could feel that gorgeous prick throb inside him and he almost regretted that he'd used a condom. Almost.
They stayed like that for a few moments, panting and shuddering before Mike shifted, pulled out slowly and let Shaun's legs down gently before he slid off the bed to dispose of the condom. Mike went into the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet cloth and sat near Shaun and cleaned him up without hesitation. "Such a good boy," Shaun murmured, a lazy grin stretched out on his face, and Mike flashed him a quick smile. Mike finished and picked up the cloth and took it back to the bathroom. Shaun watched him go, because it was definitely a sight to see, and it wasn't like he'd have the opportunity later. But when he re-entered the room, Mike hesitated and Shaun patted the bed. "C'mon, unless you've got somewhere to be," he offered and Mike only grinned and crawled into the bed. He wasn't shy about crowding against Shaun, and Shaun just sighed and settled back into the body against his as he reached for his phone and set his alarm - he set it to vibrate and slid it against his shoulder, so as not to wake Mike in the morning.
"You should give me your number," Mike murmured, and Shaun hummed at him - he knew he wouldn't. Mike slid an arm over his side and Shaun let him, and waited for Mike to fall asleep first - it didn't take long. He waited a few moments, savored the casual intimacy, and fell asleep before any bitterness could seep in.