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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Mike_Chang/Tina_Cohen-Chang
  Character:
      Mike_Chang, Tina_Cohen-Chang
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-05 Words: 995
****** (How Soon) But You Want it Now ******
by SVZ
Summary
     “Really,” Tina murmurs, snickering just a tiny bit at the situation
     while she unsuccessfully tries to undo his belt. “Are you honestly
     going to stop me?”
Notes
     This fic contains sex between two characters who are under 18, but of
     the age of consent. It takes place post-"The Sue Sylvester Shuffle".
     Originally posted on tumblr, revised, edited, and expanded. Title
     shamelessly plucked from LoveLikeFire's "A Million Pieces" lyrics.
     Really, I just wanted to try writing porn for once in my life and I'm
     convinced Mike Chang is the best boyfriend ever.
“Not going to break,” Tina reminds him again, when she senses Mike hesitantly
situating his hands lightly on her waist. She sounds half-exasperated and half-
fond when she says that, tugging Mike’s hands lower until they’re firmly rested
on her hips and then leans over and laughs, “Jesus, Mike, it’s been two weeks
since the football thing.”
“And your bruises just started fading a few days ago,” Mike retorts, but he’s
more than happy to reciprocate when she presses him up against his bedroom door
and kiss him until she can feel his pulse race. His breath hitches when he
feels her fingers reaching for his belt. “You don’t have to - I didn’t ask you
to come over to - ”
“Really,” Tina murmurs, snickering just a tiny bit at the situation while she
unsuccessfully tries to undo his belt. “Are you honestly going to stop me?”
“I’m not that much of a saint.” Mike snorts, embarrassed. “But I’m just saying
I had no ulterior motives when I invited you over to study geology.”
“I am going to be a good person and not make a terrible joke about studying
something else that’s hard.”
Before Mike could tell her that she did that anyway, she gives up on the
stubborn belt altogether (thank god he’s not wearing one of his skinny jeans)
and slides a hand down his boxers, curling her fingers around his cock.
She grins when he sucks in a breath- without a doubt, this is her favorite way
to shut him up.
“Tina,” he groans, and she moves her hand, slow and careful, tightening her
grip and watching how Mike’s back jerks ungracefully against the door. He
finally helps her with the belt and shoves both his jeans and boxers down so
they’re bunched up unattractively at his ankles; it’s a ridiculous sight, but
she’s beyond caring.
He’s hard, unsurprisingly so.
It’s probably been two weeks since they’ve done anything other than make-out
because he had been too concerned about accidentally hurting her which is sweet
but awfully misguided.
Since the game, he has continued to be constantly sweet and nice and hot and
it’s unfair that Mike is generally in her vicinity and not letting things get
past second base.
It’s not like she’s needy or anything, but Mike has continued to be an amazing
boyfriend but she’s kind of sick of her own fingers.
“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” Mike warns, when Tina’s set on bringing
him off as slowly as she can as she listens to him make soft, choked needy
noises. “It’s been a while since we’ve- ”
“You don’t say,” Tina interrupts, wryly. “And whose fault is that?”
Really, it just makes her want to see how fast she can get him off and she’s
more than pleased when Mike’s knees actually buckle when he comes.
It's actually indescribable, being able to watch Mike fall to pieces with it
hits. There's always a nice, heady rush that accompanies that feeling - the
warm satisfaction and self-accomplishment of being able to render impossibly
perfect, sweet Mike Chang completely speechless.
Don't get her wrong, she loves Mike, but she thinks it's a little infuriating
that he's so nice and so laid-back. It makes everyone else look bad in
comparison.
So it's sometimes fun to see him less than perfect; Tina's also pretty sure
that she's never going to grow tired of watching him attempt to put himself
back together.
“Oh my god,” Mike finally says, breathless, leaning heavily against the door to
keep upright. He’s resting his head against her shoulder while she wipes her
sticky hand off on his discarded boxers. “I think I’m going to need to do
laundry before my mom gets home.”
“I’m sure laundry can wait.” Tina raises an eyebrow. “My turn?” she asks,
unable to keep the hopeful tone out of her voice - it’s been way too fucking
long.
Mike grins and kisses her forehead. “Of course,” he says, letting her lead him
back to his bed, laughing when she over-enthusiastically shoves their science
textbooks off it.
"Shut up," Tina says, rolling her eyes at him while shimmying out of her skirt.
She impatiently tugs off her tights. "It's been too long so get over here."
Mike is positively cheerful when he goes down on her.
He pulls her panties off to the side and sucks a bruise into the junction of
her hip and thigh before moving on to lick and suck on her clit. He fingers her
slowly, until she bucks up against him impatiently and pull on his hair.
"Mike," Tina growls, wrecked, rocking her hips.
Mike pulls away to kiss her, letting her taste herself while he slipped in a
second finger.
"Not funny," Tina informs him, fully aware that her voice is close to a whine,
when he pretends to consider picking up their textbook with his free hand and
looking through chapter eight. "Not the time to be multitasking."
"But we have a test tomorrow," Mike says, eyes twinkling. "That counts for 20%
of our grade - "
"So not funny Mike!"
He grins but then return his attention back to her, running his tongue between
his fingers, rubbing her clit, and holding her open until she comes - hard.
"I guess that's the end of our study break," Tina says, laughing when she can
feel her pulse returning to normal. She wipes herself off with one of Mike's
shirts and tosses it into his laundry hamper and disentangle their limbs to
Mike's loud protests - he's a chronic cuddler - "Come on, your mom will be home
soon this room smells like sex. We need to open the windows."
"And laundry," Mike agrees, a little sadly. He stares at his laundry hamper as
though wondering if he should attempt to sneak it past his parents tonight or
if he should wait until tomorrow. Probably tomorrow. "Fine, then quiz me on
volcanoes?"
"You got it," Tina says, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
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