Michael turned to Micky, smirk on his lips. Micky gulped and backed away, but he had nowhere to hide in the tiny bathroom.

"What the hell was that?" Michael demanded.

"Wh-What was what?"

"You know," Michael snorted. "Your little stunt with that girl, Catrina."

"I-I didn't...sh-she approached me...I-I—" Micky's words caught in his throat as Michael grabbed him by the hips, backing him up against the bathroom wall. Michael gazed at Micky like he was his plaything, like a cat about to pounce.

"So you weren't thinking about what you could do to her?" Michael breathed. Micky could feel the bulge in the other man's pants, could feel Michael's rough, calloused hand as it travelled down to that space between his legs. "About bending her over a table and...mmm..."

"N-No!" To his dismay, Micky could feel his own cock growing hard in Michael's touch. He gasped as Michael spueezed him, gently at first, then harder. "I-I wasn't...M-Mike, my break'll be over soon—"

"I think we have time for one quick blowjob, don't you?" Michael asked.

Micky's eyes widened and his heart pounded in his chest as he waited for Michael to force him to his knees. But that never came.

Instead, Michael himself dropped to the ground and started to unbutton Micky's trousers.

"Mike!" Micky gasped as he felt Michael's hands on his cock again. Before he knew it, his pants and underwear were both bunched around his ankles. Micky looked down just in time to see Michael lick his lips, before sucking in the tip.

Micky gasped and tried stifling a moan by slapping a hand over his mouth. His hips jerked forward and he let out a muffled groan, leaning his head back against the wall. Michael laughed and Micky's legs shook with the vibrations.

Michael sucked on Micky's cock with ease and expertise—Micky didn't know a thing about Michael, but it was obvious he'd done this before. Michael then grabbed Micky by the hips, digging his fingernails into the other man's soft skin as he pulled him forward. Micky groaned again and his hand reached blindly for Michael's hair. He balled his hand into a fist, yanking the soft, black hair gently, listening to Michael moan.

Micky's body trembled again, but for a different reason. He knew he was close, and he gasped as he opened his eyes, looking down at the head of black hair buried between his legs.

"M-Mike, I—"

He was cut off with a moan, one that he had no time to stifle, as Michael slid his warm tongue over the very tip of his cock. Before Micky could get another word out, he felt his orgasm hit, making his entire body tremble. His legs buckled and he almost fell on top of Michael, but the other man reached out just in time and steadied him.

Michael pulled away and stood, licking his lips as he swallowed Micky's load. Micky stared at him, wide-eyed, as he pulled his pants and underwear up, fingers shaking as he struggled with the zipper and button. Michael laughed and he reached forward, helping Micky make himself decent.

Micky's face was red and flustered. "Mike, I...that was...w-wow," he gasped.

Michael smiled as he bent down and grabbed his coat from underneath the door. He wrapped it around his waist, hiding the erection that was straining against his tight jeans.

"We'll continue this later."