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MICAH BLEU

"Oh my God," Weston pants out as I lean up to untie his wrists from the bed.

His eyes were clamped shut and he was covered in sweat, from head to toe. I'd never seen him like this before but for some reason I kind of liked it.

Once his wrists were free he began to twist them, rubbing away the marks into his skin. I shuffle further down his body and untie his feet, grabbing onto some tissue and wiping his stomach that was full of his semen.

At least we were both having a good time.

"How you feeling?" I question as I throw the tissues into the bin beside his bed.

Weston's dark eyes roll around to look at me, still breathing heavily. "I feel fucking exhausted," he sighs and I can't help but smile. "But boy was that good."

"Well I'm glad that you enjoyed it," I say as I shuffle on my knees.

"But did you enjoy it?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, using one hand to push himself up from the bed and facing me.

I hum with a smile. "I sure did," I respond.

"Come here," he grumbles as he grabs onto my sides and pulls me down onto him, my body folding into his warm skin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it and that you felt comfortable."

His hands hold me tightly and I rest my head against his shoulder and flick my finger over his collarbone gently. "Having all the power is very liberating," I comment and Weston hums in response, kissing the top of my head.

"Well have all the power you need, take control when you want," he mumbles into my hair. "I like it when you're all dominant."

My cheeks flush red and I'm glad that Weston couldn't see my face right now, but I loved that he thought so. I could still be attractive and call the shots. "I liked that we could be intimate without being intimate," I comment.

Weston nods against me. "I get you," he breathes out. "But you don't need to force yourself to do anything you don't want to, the time will come when you feel up to it again."

"I know," I say as I squeeze onto his arm. "I'm just happy I get to be with you. Honestly, I couldn't ask for someone who treats me better than you do West."

"Treating you with respect is the least I can do," his hand rubs up and down my arm for a few moments. "Can I ask you a question?"

My head twitches slightly as I hum. "Ask me anything." I breathe out.

"When did you know that you were gay?" He asks and I blink back at his question.

"Well when I was growing up I never really cared for girls that much," I start. "Boys used to play kiss chase in the playground but I thought girls were icky, and of course most kids go through that phase. But I never got out of that, not once did I look at a girl and want to 'woo' them."

Weston hums, encouraging me to carry on. "And then I watched Peter Pan for the first time when I was ten and my whole life changed. I watched that movie like thirteen times in one week, strictly because of how much I was in love with Peter." I say with a smile.

"Peter Pan?" Weston mumbles with a quiet laugh.

"Shut up," I prod his shoulder. "I was a kid."

"I know," he squeezes me further into him.

"But then after that, when we went into secondary school and people started getting into relationships. I knew something was different because I started secretly fancying the boys instead of the girls," I sigh out as my lips rest together for a second. "I didn't tell anyone about it until I left, too scared that I would be bullied for coming out as gay."

Weston's head shifts and he presses his fingers underneath my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You should be proud of who you are Micah," he says to me gently.

"I am," I say instantly. "I wouldn't want to be anyone else. I love the fact that I like guys and that now I can be open about it. Just growing up different was hard, but I made it out alive."

He cracks a beautiful smile that makes my heart hurt. "I wouldn't want you to be anyone else either." He tells me.

"What about you?" I ask as I stare back into his big brown eyes. "You said that you've never been with another guy before but you were engaged to a woman, so are you attracted to men?"

Weston looks away for a moment, pondering the question. "Honestly, I don't find any other men apart from you attractive. Of course I can appreciate when a guy is good looking, don't get me wrong. But I've never felt a sexual pull to someone like I did with you."

My lips curve up into a full smile at his words, making me feel severely special inside. "Well I'm honoured," I tell him.

"You should be," he says playfully. "Not a lot of people get to have my heart."

I flex my eyebrow towards him. "I thought I already had it," I shake my head.

Weston smiles and pushes up from the bed to catch my lips with mine. "You do." He mumbles against me before kissing me again.

"Good," I sigh out. "That's what I wanted to hear."

Feeling his lips move to my neck as he chuckles into my skin. Then he pulls away and looks back into my eyes, licking his bottom lip gently. "What was it like coming out to your mum?" He asks curiously.

My throat swallows as I open my mouth to talk. "My mum kind of knew before I told her, guess she was just waiting for me to be comfortable. Not that I give off major 'gay' vibes, if that's even a thing or just a typical stereotype. But she didn't care, she was happy for me. So that I could be myself with a supporting parent."

"I'm glad you had her there for you," Weston tells me. "So many people don't have their parents' support when they come out and it really impacts their life. I'll never understand it personally, love is love at the end of the day."

"Exactly," I agree. "How can you raise someone for how many ever years and then disown them because they like the other sex? Where is the logic?"

Weston hums from beside me. "Literally, they're still your flesh and blood."

"How did you feel about going out with me for the first time?" I blurt out. "When we first started going on dates and stuff in front of others."

His shoulders shrug. "I didn't think anything of it, guess we're past that teenage gossip stage where people don't really care with what you do with your life."

"But people at work must have had something to say surely, shock maybe? I don't know, especially your directors who knew you when you were with your ex fiance." I express as I push my head up from his chest once more and turn to him.

Weston's lips curve upwards as he shakes his head. "No not really," he says. "And if they did, I'd tell them to mind their own. I'd never stand for someone trying to discriminate against me or us. You make me so happy Micah, I'm not here to please others. I'm here to live a good life and it's good because you're in it."

I can't help but grin widely towards him. "I think I love you too much," I exhale sharply, my lungs feeling like they were about to burst.

"Impossible," he shakes his head with a small sparkle in his eye.

"But I'm glad you think th—" my voice is cut off by Weston's phone ringing loudly.

"Sorry," Weston mumbles as he removes himself from me, reaching over to his bedside table to look at the caller ID. He grumbles and removes himself from me. "I need to take this," he says and I shake my head.

"It's okay," I say as I rest my head back against his pillow.

"Fred," Weston says as he places his phone between his shoulder and ear. Reaching down to grab onto his boxers to pull them up and over his legs.

His eyebrows furrow into a deep frown as he grabs a t-shirt from the floor and strolls over to the kitchen. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He shouts through the phone suddenly, causing me to jump.

I push myself up from his bed and look over at him, watching as he paces back and forth. His hand was glued to his forehead as his face like thunder. "How Fred? Tell me how this has happened?" His voice gradually becomes louder.

My eyes study him carefully. "Fuck, Fred." He grumbles out quickly. "How are we meant to recover from this? We're going to get into so much shit." His voice raises loudly that it makes me jump.

For some reason my heart races in my chest, concerned about what was going on with Weston and Fred.

Weston's hand remains on his forehead as he moves between the kitchen island and the wall. "Okay, well we're going to need to get our lawyers in as soon as possible. All of our clients are going to be gunning for us, this is going to destroy us completely."

He purses his lips angrily as he listens to Fred talk but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

"I know that Fred!" He shouts loudly, a vein showing in his neck as he strains. "I fucking know that, alright?"

I push the duvet off my body and begin to dress myself, alarmed at how frustrated Weston had become. Needing to do something helpful, at least make his bed and tidy up my clothes from the floor.

"Okay, I'll get on the phone to them now. I'll see you at the office after six tomorrow morning." Weston grumbles before cutting off the call.

He sighs loudly and rests his hands down onto the island, lowering his head. My hands finish placing back one of his pillows before I stand from his bed and make my way over to the kitchen area.

"What's happened?" I ask gently.

Weston's head shakes and I was worried that I would push him too far, considering how much he was shouting on the phone.

Eventually he looks up at me, his jaw tight and his eyes slightly narrowed. "There has been a huge data breach at the company," he mumbles out. "All of our client's documents and information has been stolen."

"Fuck," I say with wide eyes. "Shit Weston, I'm sorry."

He grabs his phone again and scrolls through the screen, tapping his thumbs against it aggressively.

"Is there anything I can do?" I offer as I hold my hands together in front of me.

Weston's eyes raise to mine and he sighs. "No Micah, you can't." He says before looking back down to his phone. "I've got so many people to call to try and sort this out."

I chew on my bottom lip as I watch him. "Fuck!" He shouts out loud. "This is going to fucking screw us."

He drops the phone down onto the island, crashing suddenly. His hands cover his face and he extends his neck up at the ceiling, giving himself a moment to process this information.

I felt like an idiot standing here not doing anything, but I didn't know what I could do.

"Do you want me to leave so you can be alone?" I ask quietly.

Weston's eyes turn to mine as he drops his hands back down to his sides. "No," he exhales. "I don't want you to leave but I'm probably going to be on the phone for the rest of the day."

I shake my head towards him as I take a few steps closer. "It's okay," I say as I wrap my arms around his torso. "I'll give you some time to sort things out."

His body relaxes as he holds me tightly, cupping the back of my neck with his warm hand. "Oh, I was looking forward to doing nothing with you today Micah." He mumbles into me.

My lips curve downwards into a frown.  "Me too," I respond. "But I'll see you at work tomorrow."

Weston pulls away and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Thanks for being understanding," he says against me.

"Let me know if you do need anything, or if you want to vent," I smile towards him.

"Okay," he nods down to me before kissing my lips gently. "I'll see you tomorrow."

My body slides from his and I collect my belongings, watching as Weston begins to ring someone and raises the phone to his ear. Slipping out of the door silently, not wanting to bear another minute of Weston shouting and getting angry. Especially when I couldn't do anything about it.

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I love their little conversation about coming out and how Micah knew he was gay. Ngl I defo fancied Peter Pan when I was younger too hahah

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