Disclaimer: this imagine is NOT MINE. Credit to the original author, Angelwolf. I got this from Donatella's Head.

Rating: NC-17

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       It was early on a Friday night. Everyone was out except for Mike. He was home brooding because of his new feelings for his best friend, and he still didn't know how to deal with it. So he sat trimming his little green woolhat, which he very rarely wore anymore, but at least it gave him something to do; something to distract his mind from Micky and all the sick fantasies he'd been having. Like the one where he would get Micky alone in their room and pin him to the wall after ripping his cloths off and finally partake of those sumptuous lips that just begged to be kissed. Then he'd throw Micky down on the bed and make Micky beg to be taken, and then he'd fuck him mercilessly. Mike shook his head, disgusted with himself, and shifted position to allow more room for his growing hard on.

He had to stop thinking like this. "Mick would never go for it . He digs chicks...and blondes at that, which you are neither, unfortunately." he said to himself. "But, then again, there is the way those warm brown eyes always look to me for... well everything from approval to comfort, you name it. And then there were those times when I could swear Micky was blatantly staring at me... longingly. Nah, I'm just grasping." he shook his head harder this time as if trying to make the thoughts dislodge themselves somehow.

Outside a car squealed into the driveway followed by keys fumbling around the doorknob joined by a few loud curse words. Micky pushed open the door still cursing. He threw the keys down and kicked the wall. "FUCK!" he cried from the pain realizing the wall had won. He hopped around continuing to curse.

"Well, I guess I don't need to ask how the date went, huh shotgun?"

"Fuck you, Mike!" Micky glared daggers.

"If only I could," Mike thought.

Micky paced trying to calm down, he had never been this upset by a chick before. He knew he needed to talk about it. He looked at Mike carefully. "I am so sorry, man - I didn't mean it." his eyes searched Mike's for some sign that everything was cool.

Mike's eyes met his, and he gave him his usual encouraging shrug " It's okay and I know you didn't mean it." there was sadness emphasized on the latter part.

Micky slumped down onto the couch next to him. Mike looked at Micky's beautiful face then down at his own visible bulge and grabbed a pillow quickly covering himself while trying to make it look like he was just getting comfortable.

Micky looked over at Mike. "Do you ever feel like you just want to give up women completely?"

Mike's jaw dropped catching him totally of guard. " Uh huh, uh... uh what do you mean?" he sputtered.

"I just don't think I'll ever understand them. No matter what I do, it never seems to be the right thing. Like tonight, it seemed to be going so well. We went back to her place and I thought it would be nice to give her a little something, so I began to, uh well you probably don't want to hear the details. Anyway, I had never had ANY complaints before, if you know what I mean. Well, the bitch said it wasn't doing anything for her and she fuckin' threw me out. Can you believe it?!" Micky growled under his breath.

The whole time Mike was watching Micky's mouth as he prattled on and on. "I mean really, I've just had it, I don't even wan..." Mike grabbed Micky roughly pulling him closer and hungrily kissed him, not able to fight it any longer. At first Micky started to pull away but the combination of Mike holding onto him so tightly coupled with the fact that he was actually enjoying it, he decided to stay put and let it happen. "God, Mike is a great kisser" he thought getting more into the kiss. Their tongues entwined briefly before exploring further. The kiss picked up in intensity and he moved closer to Mike, his own cock rising to match Mike's hardness. "Why was this so exciting, why was he so turned on by Mike?" he really didn't care anymore. He felt a hand reach down between his legs and felt his zipper being pulled down. Suddenly Mike stopped and took Micky's hand and pulled him up the stairs to their room. Micky followed still not fully believing what was happening. If this really was just a dream, he hoped he'd never wake up.

Once in their room, Mike tore at Micky's thin, but very tight jeans and shirt. He couldn't believe he was doing this, and even more amazed that Micky really seemed to want it. Micky began to help Mike out of his own form fitting clothing.

Mike took a moment to take in the beauty of Micky's naked body, before he pushed Micky back and onto the bed. Micky welcomed Mike with open arms and open legs. This was even better then he could have imagined. He lowered himself onto Micky. Rubbing his penis next to Micky's sent tingles up his body. He kissed and licked Micky's chest pausing to suck his nipples and nip them as they hardened. Micky moaned and wrapped his arms around Mike pulling him even closer. Mike kissed the waiting lips and felt Micky's hand venture down to Mike's staff. Micky began massaging Mike's balls and stroking his rock solid cock. Mike moaned, but then stopped Micky's hand. "Not yet" he cooed in Micky's ear. Micky nodded and reached around to Mike's firm ass grabbing onto it instead and squeezed tightly.

Micky continued to kiss Mike as though he were a famished wild animal. Mike ran his hands through Micky's curly brown mane. He slid down Micky's front stopping when he reached his desired target. Mike flicked his tongue playfully across the top of Micky's cock. He traced the tip with his tongue and sucked it softly. Micky responded by moving his hips and arching his back. Mike smiled and sucked a bit harder. Micky moaned louder as Mike's whole mouth enveloped him; he reveled in the hot moistness that was Mike's awesome mouth. Micky began moving to the rhythm and pace Mike was setting. He reached down and ran his hands through the Texan's thick dark hair grabbing and pulling him closer, which only fueled Mike's passion. Mike sucked harder still as Micky's body trembled, then finally quaked with orgasm. He came with a loud moan of pleasure. Mike lapped up every drop. Micky relaxed and let his head drop to the pillow.

"Oh no, we're not done yet, shotgun." Mike looked at him with a gleam in his eyes.

Micky looked up at Mike in somewhat of a daze. "More, really?!" he asked blissfully.

"Oh yeah, this is just the beginning." Mike grinned enticingly.

Mike ran down to the kitchen and grabbed a package of strawberries, that luckily had just been bought that very day. On his way back up he grabbed a bottle of baby oil that belonged to Davy. He knew the other two would be out all night and late into the next day.

He was determined to make the first time with Micky as romantic as possible for both of them. The other things he wanted to do to the drummer could wait till later. A knowing grin, spread across his face as he climbed the stairs two at a time, easily done with his long legs.

Micky was still sprawled out on the bed, waiting patiently like a good little boy for a yummy treat. Mike wasn't about to let him down either. He also grabbed a package of chocolate that Micky kept in a drawer, before setting up his treats on the table next to the bed. He lit a candle and put it under one of Peter's oil trays that remained unused. He dropped the chocolate in the bowl and let it melt. He dipped a plump strawberry in the chocolate and then brought it to Micky's mouth and playfully traced the tip over his lips. Micky anticipated the taste and tried to take a nibble, but Mike pulled it away and gave Micky a mischievous grin. He brought the strawberry to Micky's lips once more and as Micky went to taste it, Mike met his mouth with his own.

Nothing could be sweeter than his Micky's kiss. "Mmm" *his* Micky, he liked the sound of that. He pulled away and finally let Micky take a taste, followed by more kissing. He loved how the taste of the strawberry combined so well with Micky's own delectable taste.

Micky was so enraptured, that his body screamed to be taken. Mike told Micky to rub the oil on Mike's enormous cock. Which Micky did gladly. Mike nipped Micky's neck as the oil was rubbed generously onto his throbbing hardness. He had never ever wanted someone so much before. He knew that Micky was his now completely, and no one would ever come between them, he'd see to that.

Mike pushed Micky down and spread his legs open more, again taking in the sight he had dreamed of for so long now and roughly pulled Micky's hips even closer and slammed his pelvis between Micky's legs entering him. Micky let out a howl as Mike pushed in. It hurt a lot at first, but then the pain gave way to pleasure as Mike began thrusting into him. He had finally hit that right spot and Micky started really getting into it. Mike ran his hands down Micky's leanly muscled back as Micky began to respond further. Micky wrapped his legs tightly around Mike's hips forcing Mike deeper still. His body rocked against, and with Mike's as he continued to pump harder and more frantically in an erotic rhythm . They continued this way as their bodies merged as if they truly were one being. Micky grasped the covers as Mike gave one final hard thrust and he came explosively. He pulled out and let his body collapse onto Micky's.

Both were still breathing heavily. They stayed there wrapped in each other's arms. Micky looked lovingly at Mike. "Wow, I never knew it could be like that, I've never felt anything like that before."

Mike kissed him softly running his fingers through those soft brown curls and purred in Micky's ear

"Like I said, this is only the beginning!"