Fourth Vision of Destiny - Mike

by Kallysten

  His eyes, though, were what decided Mike in the end to do more than just get closer. Even in the darkened room, with strobe lights pulsating over them and throwing shadows everywhere, they were captivating, drawing Mike all the way to the bar. He was going to talk to him, he told himself, remembering how his friends had teased him during their New Year party about being too shy. It would probably be a mistake, and Green Eyes was certainly going to laugh at him before he was even done talking. But he was just tipsy enough to try his luck; tipsy, and lonely, and a little bit sorry for himself.

  He finally reached the bar and, sitting next to Green Eyes, he propped his cheek on his closed fist. His elbow slipped a little bit on the counter before he could catch himself again.

  “I want to sleep with you,” he said, slurring the words just a little bit.

  Green Eyes raised an eyebrow at him and considered him for a few seconds. “Does that pick up line usually work for you?” he asked, a wry chuckle hiding in his words.

  “First time I used it,” Mike said truthfully. “Ask me again in half an hour.”

  “Half an hour?” Green Eyes laughed. “You think that’s all I’m worth? Not even a full hour?”

  Mike frowned, trying to figure out if he was being mocked or encouraged. He licked his lips and pushed his luck. “Would you give me a full hour?” he asked with a forced grin. “Two? A full night?”

  Another laugh, this time accompanied by a small shake of the head. Things weren’t looking too good. But still, Green Eyes wasn’t turning away or telling Mike to fuck off. Instead, he pointed out, “I don’t even know your name.”

  “Michael.” The answer had come out at once, but Mike didn’t bother asking for a name back. He wasn’t drunk enough to think an actual relationship could come out of this. He wouldn’t mind a few hours of warmth and company, though. “So what about it? Wanna give me an hour of your life? I promise you won’t regret it.”

  The laugh, this time, was weaker, almost forced. Green Eyes took a sip from his beer. “Why me?” he asked, and gestured toward the dance floor. “There are a hundred guys alone here tonight. Most trying to hook up, and a fair number better looking than I am.”

  Mike blinked, but his gaze never looked away from sparkling green. “I guess that’s a matter of opinion,” he said, shrugging lightly.

  Green Eyes’ lips curled into a sardonic grin. He rolled his eyes at Mike. “So you think I’m good looking?” he drawled. He brought the beer bottle back to his lips and drank deep.

  Mike watched the long line of his throat as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bopping up and down, and had the sudden desire to scratch his teeth against that perfect skin and leave his mark. “Yeah,” he said, voice lower now, almost rough. “I do think so. And you’ve got really pretty eyes, too.”

  Green Eyes snorted and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn’t even bother with an eye roll this time; the derision was clear enough in his words. “Gosh, your pick up lines are getting worse by the minute.”

  Whatever hopes Mike had harbored sunk to the bottom of his stomach. He could taste the burn of the acid at the back of his throat. This was why he rarely went to clubs or tried to flirt with guys. He was terrible at enduring rejection. “I guess they’re not working, then, huh?” he asked, dejected, and dropped his gaze from Green Eyes’ face. His half-finished beer was propped on his thigh, and when he raised it to his mouth again Mike could see the wet circle the condensation had left on the denim.

  “It usually takes a lot more work to sweep me off my feet,” Green Eyes said, drawing Mike’s eyes back to him.

  Mike raised a curious eyebrow at him. “Usually? Does that mean my pathetic pick-up lines are working?”

  Green Eyes reached back to place his empty bottle on the counter behind him. He didn’t look back at Mike, and instead looked over at the dancers again, his gaze as restless as it had been when Mike first approached him. “What are you going to do if I say no?” he asked, nonchalant, as though he had already dismissed Mike from his immediate thoughts. “Move on to the next guy and tell him he has the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen? And again until some brainless idiot believes you?”

  “No, I’ll just go home and feel sorry for myself.” Mike stood, wavering a little so that he had to steady himself with a hand on the counter. “And for what it’s worth, you do. Sorry for bothering you.”

  He pushed away from the counter and started walking toward the exit. Part of him hoped, without really believing it, that Green Eyes would stop him before he could leave, but he soon reached the cool night air without anyone calling for him.

  He took a deep breath, and the crispness of the air helped dissipate a little of the tipsy feeling that clung to his brain. He pushed a hand into his pocket, pulled out his keys, and looked at them. He shouldn’t have ordered that third cocktail, but he had been pretty nervous and things had not been going so well with—what had been his supposed date’s name, again?

  He pushed the keys back in his pocket with a small sigh and started walking down the street, eyes on the pavement in front of him. The streetlights cast yellow circles on the asphalt every few feet, and he started absentmindedly counting them. He was on number three when he tripped over his own feet, startled by the unexpected question that suddenly came from behind him.

  “How drunk are you, anyway?”

  He fell to the pavement, and missed hitting his chin only by catching himself hard on his hands. He grunted at the impact, then rolled over to see Green Eyes standing over him, head cocked to one side and a mildly concerned expression on his face.

  “Too drunk to drive,” he said, then snorted quietly. “And apparently too drunk to walk without taking a spill.”

  His self-esteem bruised, he accepted the hand offered to him; a large hand, very warm, that easily pulled him to his feet. He nodded his thanks and started walking again. Green Eyes feel into step with him, matching his strides.

  “And yet not drunk enough not to realize you shouldn’t drive,” Green Eyes said. “Interesting. So, you’re just going to walk home?”

  Mike shrugged. “It’s only seven blocks. I’ll be halfway sober by the time I get there, so I can start moping properly.”

  Green Eyes laughed, this time without the music and chatter of the club to drown out the sound. It was a nice laugh, Mike thought as he sneaked a sideways glance at him. Rich and deep, but not mocking, like Green Eyes was laughing with him rather than at him.

  “What’s with the moping?” he asked, catching Mike’s eyes. “You can’t possibly be that desperate to get laid.”

  Mike could almost have believed there was a compliment hiding somewhere in that remark, but he chastised himself at the thought. He’d made enough of a fool of himself for one night. “Maybe not desperate,” he said coolly, looking away. “But it’s been a while since I got any action other than my hand.”

  There was no laughter this time. “Keep it up and I’ll start moping with you.”

  Mike didn’t try to hide his glance, nor his surprise. “So you’ll walk with me,” he said, biting back his bitterness, “mope with me, but not sleep with me?”

  Green Eyes stopped walking. “You never waited to hear my answer.”

  Stopping as well, Mike turned back to look at him, frowning slightly. He didn’t like it when people played with him. He didn’t say anything and simply waited. After a few seconds, Green Eyes shrugged and looked away, and there was just a trace of hesitation in his voice when he said, “So, my apartment is closer than yours.” He indicated the street they had just crossed. “Just half a block that way. Want to come up?”

  To his own surprise, Mike answered with a small nod.

  They were quiet as they walked down the street, then up three flights of stairs in an old but well-maintained building. The keys jingled in Green Eyes’ hand when he unlocked the door. He pushed it open and held it wide for Mike to walk in, closing and locking it after him. He turned on a muted table light and Mike looked around
with undisguised curiosity. The apartment was smaller than his own, but it seemed pretty nice.

  “This way,” Green Eyes said, passing by Mike. Green Eyes kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket, laying it across the back of an armchair. Mike did the same before following him down a hallway. Green Eyes glanced back once, his smile both encouraging and a little shy.

  They entered the bedroom. The glow of streetlights poured in through the window, revealing a room that was tidy without being overly neat, with a comfortable, lived-in look. Somehow, seeing the double bed finally sobered Mike up, and for the first time since he had approached the bar, he felt a thread of hesitation.

  As though sensing Mike’s sudden uncertainty, Green Eyes turned to him and grabbed his ass, pulling Mike hard against his body. His mouth descended on Mike’s, incredibly soft lips pressing almost harshly enough to bruise. Mike pushed back, parting his lips to run his tongue against Green Eyes’ mouth. He tasted of beer, and salt, and a bit of something spicy that drew Mike’s tongue further inside to slide against Green Eyes’ own.

  Mike’s shirt was the first to fall under Green Eyes’ hands. He’d been so caught up in the kiss that he had barely even noticed those sneaky fingers unbuttoning, pulling and tugging until large, warm hands caressed his bare chest. Not wanting to lose any ground, Mike tugged Green Eyes’ shirt out of his pants. The next few moments teetered on the edge of frantic heat as they tore at each other’s clothes. They were soon naked in front of each other, and the world seemed to come to a standstill. In the indirect light coming in from the street, Green Eyes’ body was all smooth planes and hard flesh, his cock standing at half-mast in a nest of dark curls. Mike licked his lips, grabbed Green Eyes’ shoulders and drew him forward for another desperate kiss. Green Eyes ran his hands over Mike’s back and ass, kneading, pushing him closer still. His skin was burning everywhere they touched.

  They fell onto the bed without their mouths ever parting. Rolling their bodies so that he was on top, Mike grabbed Green Eyes’ hands and held them above his head. He pressed his hips down, his cock sliding alongside Green Eyes’ and pulling a groan from him.

  “Harder,” Green Eyes breathed against Mike’s lips.

  Mike was all too happy to comply. He ground down against him, their cocks pressed together between them, both their stomachs slick with precome. Green Eyes freed his hands and dropped them to Mike’s back again, clutching and scratching at his shoulders. They rocked against each other until they were both panting, until simple friction wasn’t enough anymore. Mike pressed his face into the crook of Green Eyes’ neck and licked a long strip up his skin, sweat and lust tingling on the tip of his tongue.

  “Do you have…”

  He didn’t need to finish.

  “Yeah, just a sec…”

  Mike rolled off him, lying on his back and trying to catch his breath while Green Eyes stretched to the side. He pulled the night-table drawer open and fumbled inside it for a few moments before turning back to Mike, a strip of condoms and a tube of lube clutched in his hand.

  For a couple of seconds, their eyes met and a question passed between them. Before either of them said a word, though, Green Eyes kneeled up. He tore one of the condom wrappers open and dropped the rest of the strip on the bed along with the lube. Taking hold of Mike’s cock, he pumped his fist over it a few times then rolled the condom down.

  Mike bit down on his bottom lip and propped himself up on his elbows. Green Eyes picked up the lube again and reached behind himself with slick fingers. Mike’s hands clenched on the sheets, and he blinked very fast. He couldn’t see what Green Eyes was doing, but he could imagine it all too well, and the images flitting through his mind caused his cock to bob up and down over his stomach. What he could see was the pleasure-pain of the stretch and burn sliding over Green Eyes’ face and brightening it. He had to touch him, then. He ran his hand over a muscled leg, then along a beautiful uncut cock. He pumped it a couple of times in his closed fist before moving up along abs that trembled beneath his fingertips. He scratched at a dusty pink nipple, making it harden beneath his touch, and continued upward still to cup the back of Green Eyes’ neck. A gentle pull was enough to draw Green Eyes forward for a kiss. He moaned into Mike’s mouth, and the sound curled around Mike’s balls like a warm hand.

  Panting, Green Eyes broke away and moved forward to kneel over Mike. He held his gaze as he did so, capturing it as tightly as he did Mike’s cock in his fist. Mike hissed out a breath when Green Eyes lined up and bore down, his body yielding to the intrusion inch by inch. The heat surrounding Mike’s cock felt searing; the tightness made him gasp. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who had only had his hand for company for a long while.

  Slow, shallow movements up and down Mike’s cock took Green Eyes lower and lower still, until Mike was balls deep inside him and breathing hard.

  “Ready?” Green Eyes asked, the word catching in his throat and coming out half moan, half plea.

  Mike wished he could have come up with a clever answer, but already Green Eyes was moving, rising up, supporting himself with both hands on Mike’s chest. He slammed back down without warning. Mike cried out. Green Eyes did the same thing again and again, starting slowly but progressively faster until he was riding Mike at a gallop. Each thrust of his body down made pleasure spark through Mike’s body, building up tension and need.

  Feeling incredibly slow and uncoordinated, Mike clutched Green Eyes’ hips. It was all he could do to just hang on, enjoy the tightness around his cock, the sight of that strong body dancing on top of him, the low, grunting noises that rose from that long, stretched-out throat. One of those grunts came out as words.

  “Touch me.”

  Mike reacted without a thought, dropping his hand to the beautiful hard cock that bounced against Green Eyes’ stomach with each thrust down. He closed his fist around the flushed length and started stroking it to the same harsh rhythm established by Green Eyes. Every time he reached the tip, he swiped the leaking precome and used it to ease the next down stroke.

  It struck Mike out of nowhere that alcohol rarely helped to make good decisions, but in this one instance it had given him the push he needed for what was turning out to be a pretty good idea—and if things continued the way they were going, what would be in the morning a very nice memory.

  “Getting close,” he grunted, pleasure sparking down his spine and straight to his balls. “Don’t come yet.”

  Green Eyes missed a beat. Mouth open and panting hard, he gave Mike a questioning look.

  “I want…” Mike moaned, squeezed his eyes shut for a second, before he was able to finish. “I want you to do me.”

  Green Eyes groaned. He dropped his hand to his cock and tightened it over Mike’s. Maybe Mike wasn’t the only one who was close.

  Very close.

  The next time Green Eyes slammed down, Mike cried out again, like he had on that first thrust. Another slam, and his hips were surging up of their own accord, pushing deeper yet into that tight ass and drawing a garbled shout from Green Eyes’ lips. With pleasure overwhelming him, Mike thrust up a few more times. Green Eyes bent down low over him, and Mike released a long moan against his neck.

  Even when his spent cock slipped out, he continued to tremble from the aftershocks of bliss. Above him, Green Eyes was shaking just as hard, if for another reason. His cock was still hard inside their tightly linked hands, precome leaking from the tip.

  Green Eyes pulled away, far enough that Mike had to let go of his cock. Mike could feel him dispose of the used condom, could hear the whisper of tearing foil, and the snap of a bottle being uncapped.

  “Roll over,” Green Eyes said, voice low and gravelly.

  Mike shook a little harder from that voice and rolled onto his stomach, arms folded beneath his chin. With pleasure still burning through him, every nerve ending felt as though it was on fire. The push of thick fingers inside him caused him to close his eyes and clench his fists tight. He wanted to tell Green Eyes to get
on with it—he couldn’t take much more—but apparently, neither could Green Eyes. Moving between Mike’s legs, Green Eyes curled a hand around Mike’s waist and drew him to his knees. Head low and ass in the air, Mike waited for the first touch of that lovely cock. He didn’t have to wait long.

  Green Eyes pressed inside him in one long, smooth push. Mike buried a moan into the pillow at the burning stretch. He tried to stay still as Green Eyes started moving inside him, but he couldn’t help pushing back against each thrust. Strong hands held on to his hips, pulling him ever closer, bruising him in the best possible ways.

  To Mike’s over-stimulated senses, it seemed to last forever, and every second was agonizing perfection. The clock on the nightstand told a different story, however, and only moments had passed when Green Eyes collapsed onto Mike’s back. With a grunt, Mike lay down again, trapping his semi-hard cock beneath him.

  “Just so we’re clear,” Green Eyes panted against the back of Mike’s neck, “I was already about to come…” With a grunt, he rolled off Mike and lay next to him. “So this is not representative of my stamina levels.”

  Mike’s laugh was breathless, almost wheezing. He turned his head toward Green Eyes and grinned at him. “I really wasn’t complaining.”

  Green Eyes laughed, too, the sound rumbling in a way that slid over Mike’s skin and gave him goosebumps.

  “I’ll go in a moment,” he started, then his grin widened. “As soon as I can feel my legs.”

  Laughing again, Green Eyes reached down and pulled the sheets up before turning over. His next words were half muffled by the pillow beneath him. “No rush. Just as long as you don’t hog the covers.”

  He would just stay for another minute, Mike told himself, a little drowsy. He would just rest his eyes for a little bit. This felt nice. And warm. He liked the warmth. Or so he thought as he drifted into sleep.

  Hours later, the warmth was still just as nice, creeping up Mike’s neck and cheek. It was pleasant right up to the point when the sunlight reached his eyes. He turned his face into the pillow. Slow, even breaths caressed his forehead, and he blinked his eyes open.