(one of your surprises lays ahead—beware)

Mike stayed true to his word. Throughout the summer, he and Micky went on several dates—to movies, restaurants, parks, even just lazy days where they just stayed in pajamas and snuggled and kissed all day.

But August was now just around the corner and Mike was leaving in a week. So he wanted this date to be...special.

He didn't tell Micky much, just to wear something nice and be ready by seven. Micky was still seventeen and couldn't legally live by himself so Mike'd been picking him up from Paul's house.

Mike looked himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie and fixed his hair. His usual wool cap was gone and he kept running his hands through his hair, trying to make it look perfect.

Finally satisfied, Mike went to Paul's house. He didn't walk though—he drove.

Micky seemed confused as he came outside, wearing a tux that fit his form quite nicely. "Mike? What's with the car?" he asked as he got in.

Mike chuckled and grabbed Micky's hand. "I'm taking you to a restaurant, love. Wouldn't want our legs to get too tired now would we?"

"No, I guess not," Micky said, blushing. Mike smiled and squeezed his hand before he started to drive. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up to the nicest restaurant in town.

Micky's eyes widened. "Mike, this place is expensive! Are you sure you can—"

"Shush, now. Tonight's about me spoilin' you, 'kay? Let me spend my money the way I choose," Mike winked. Micky bit his lip and blushed.

Mike grabbed Micky's hand and they went into the restaurant. They got some snobby looks, but thankfully nobody said anything and Mike asked for a private table, away from the noise and bustle of the restaurant. The host nodded and the two were led to an outdoor table that had a perfect view of the sunset.

"Mike," Micky gasped, "this is beautiful."

Mike merely smiled and they sat down. A waitress came and the two ordered their drinks. Awhile later, they ordered their food too.

"Why are you doing all this?" Micky asked once they were alone.

"Because I'm leavin' soon and I want to spend the rest of our remainin' time together as much as possible," Mike said. He knew Micky meant why he'd chosen such an expensive restaurant, but decided to give him an indirect answer instead.

Micky seemed to accept Mike's answer and the two held hands across the table until their food arrived. After they ate, Mike insisted on paying the bill himself.

"But Mike, it's so much," Micky gasped.

"Will you shush?" Mike teased, laughing. "Let me spoil you."

Micky huffed and rolled his eyes, but obliged. Afterwards, they left the restaurant and Micky thought their romantic night was over. His thoughts only seemed to be confirmed as Mike drove back to Paul's house. So he was surprised when Mike followed him inside.

"What are you doing?" Micky asked. "It's late and Paul's home—"

"Oh, he's not home," Mike chuckled, "I made sure of that."

Before Micky could reply, Mike started kissing at his neck, causing him to gasp. Mike wrapped a firm arm around Micky's waist and guided him into the bedroom. Short gasps and moans escaped Micky's lips.

"M-Mike—" Micky gasped. They entered the guest bedroom, closed the door, and fumbled in the dark until Micky fell back on the bed, with Mike on top of him.

Mike trailed his kisses up from Micky's neck to his lips. He pressed his lips to Micky's for a long time before pulling away, staring at Micky's shining brown eyes.

"I'll only continue if you want me to," Mike whispered.

Micky nodded eagerly and clothes came off—first their shoes and socks, then their ties, then their suit jackets—until finally, they were both left in only their underwear. Mike hovered over Micky and teasingly stroked the younger boy's erection through the flimsy cloth. Micky whimpered and trembled underneath Mike's touch, Mike's own erection evident against Micky's thigh.

"M-Mike p-please," Micky gasped.

Mike kissed Micky again for a long time before he got up. Micky gasped, immediately missing his touch, and watched as Mike got a container of lube from the nightstand.

"I knew Paul'd help me out," Mike grinned. Micky blushed immensely.

"Y-You—planned this?" Micky asked.

"'Course I did," Mike winked.

Mike came back to the bed and Micky reached up to kiss him, missing the feeling of Mike's lips against his. But Mike had other ideas. He pulled away from the kiss almost as soon as it was started and slowly pulled Micky's underwear off. He lazily tossed the fabric off the bed and stroked Micky's length. The boy's legs trembled.

"O-Oh God Mike," Micky gasped, leaning his head back. "That feels so g-good."

Mike smirked and surprised Micky by rolling him over on his stomach. Mike opened the container of lube and lubed up his fingers before slipping one long, slender finger into Micky.

"O-Oh God," Micky cried, burying his face into the pillows.

Mike worked quickly, but caringly, pumping one finger until he thought Micky was ready for another. He used his other hand to rub Micky's lower back as a silent word of warning before a second finger joined the first.

"Christ," Micky moaned. He'd give anything to look at Mike right now and Mike knew it. He smirked.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Mike removed his fingers. He remembered from Micky's writing that Micky was, in fact, a virgin, so he wanted to make sure that the other boy was completely ready before he did anything further.

"Are you sure about this?" Mike asked. He planted gentle kisses up and down Micky's back as he awaited an answer.

"Y-Yes," Micky breathed. "I want this, Mike. I want...I want you."

Mike nodded and finally removed his aching length from its confinement. He lubed himself up, hissing at the sensitivity, before lining himself up at Micky's entrance and entering, slowly at first.

"F-Fuck," Micky groaned. His entire body trembled and Mike smirked as he kissed the back of Micky's neck.

"If you insist," he whispered in Micky's ear.

Mike rocked his hips, getting used to the sensation. He wasn't a virgin, but he'd never fucked a guy before, until now.

Micky moaned loudly, already lost in a sea of pain and pleasure. His skin felt like it was on fire as Mike worked behind him, his movements becoming more steady and even. Soon, Mike got comfortable and found a pace he liked. Then, suddenly, he was gone.

"M-Mike?" Micky whimpered. He missed the feeling. His body craved it.

Then, suddenly, Mike was back. It wasn't too hard, as Micky'd been a virgin (and Mike was still a little unsure himself), but it was enough to make Micky let out a small scream. He was officially undone, a slave to Mike's soft, yet rough hands, and his oh so wonderful dick.

"Shit Micky," Mike groaned, rocking his hips again. "I-I'm g-gonna—"

He didn't even finish his sentence before he unloaded inside of Micky, filling Micky up in a way he'd never thought possible. Micky came not long after—he didn't even need Mike's sweet fingers to finish the job.

"Christ," Mike panted as he left Micky for good. He flopped over on his back. "That was...wow."

Micky too, was breathing heavily. His body ached and he knew he was going to be even more sore in the morning, but for now he welcomed the pain. He rolled over, into Mike's embrace.

"Tired?" Mike smirked.

"Y-Yeah," Micky said.

Mike chuckled and Micky felt it, a low rumble in his chest. He kissed Micky's flushed forehead.

"Go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

Annnnnnnnnnd there it was

My first gay sex scene

I'm going to hell

But y'all read it, so y'all are coming with me 👌🏻