Mike got up the next morning and he didn't realize Micky was up until he heard a soft cry of protest, muffled by the pillows.

"Good morning," he chuckled, looking at Micky. He was laying naked on his stomach, hair strewn everywhere, with just one tired eye looking out at Mike.

"It hurts," Micky groaned.

"Hmm?"

"My ass," Micky groaned, "it hurts."

Mike couldn't help laughing at that. He sat back down on the bed and rubbed Micky's back gently, aware of his wounds. "Would you like me to rub it and make it feel better?" he winked.

Micky made a blind attempt to smack Mike's arm, but failed as he was still half asleep. Mike grinned and his hand moved down to Micky's lower back. He ran his hand soothingly over the scars.

"Mike," Micky begged, "lay with me."

Mike smiled and did as told.

"As you wish."

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