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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      CW_Network_RPF
  Relationship:
      Misha_Collins/Michael_Rosenbaum
  Character:
      Misha_Collins, Michael_Rosenbaum
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Underage_Sex
  Series:
      Part 7 of Loveland_High_verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-03 Words: 7136
****** Throw Those Curtains Wide ******
by anyothergirl415
Summary
     This is the story of Misha, turns out he’s neither an inherited spy
     or an inherited Russian child from the remote village of Nikolaevsk.
"Michael!"
Even though Mike knew that voice, knew it was Misha and that the echoing slaps
on concrete belonged to Misha running and following him, he couldn't stop.
There wasn't space in Mike's mind for an unexplainable baby that looked just
like his boyfriend. Facts, those were what Mike knew.
Like- polar bears are left handed and armadillos can’t be house broken. Real
and solid truths, however meaningless and pointless and stupid. Not this. Not
this real life thing that was big – fucking huge - and a complete and total
secret until the itch for the truth just got to be too much for Mike to
control.
"Mike! Please stop! Just - let me explain!"
For some reason the idea of Misha being able to explain this made him draw up
short, panting heavily and spinning around to face the boy. "What could you
possibly say? How do you justify not telling me?"
Misha slowed, swaying back as if Mike's swinging arms were threatening severe
damage. It was likely they were whether Mike knew it or not. "I- just. I was
going to tell you. I-"
"Is she yours?" Mike was still panting, eyes wide and watering. The look on
Misha’s face said it all. His. His baby. It wasn’t a big deal if Misha liked
girls too but how do you have a baby and not tell the person you’re dating?
“How could you keep something like this from me?” Mike asked aloud, not sure
how his thoughts had managed to blur with real words and stumble trip off his
tongue.
“It wasn’t like, I just-“ Misha’s eyes were red, brimming with tears. Instantly
it made some of the hurt and anger ebb off Mike but he stayed where he was and
Misha didn’t try to get closer. “Michael, I never planned on meeting you. I
never thought I would. You weren’t part of the equation when I moved here.”
“That’s-“ Mike sucked in a breath and dug hands up into his hair, stomping a
foot down onto the ground however childish it might be. “That’s not an answer.
That’s you trying to win me over by being your always cute and charming self.
And- I know I want that but damnit I want the truth too.” Mike was aware of the
slight whine to his voice, like he was two instead of seventeen. Whatever. At
that moment he couldn’t care less.
For awhile Misha’s gaze was everywhere but on him. Mike was attempting not to
freak out, not to run again. Maybe he owed it to Misha to hear him out. So he
forced himself to wait and clung to things he knew. Ten percent of the Russian
government’s income comes from the sale of vodka. The fine for impersonating a
doctor is $5,500.
“Calliope, that’s her name.” Misha finally whispered.
It was enough to effectively pull Mike from his thoughts. Despite being
confused and hurt and eager for answers, Mike smiled. That was definitely a
name Misha would choose. “Like the muse?”
“Yeah.” Misha smiled at him then sighed, stepping closer. “Walk back with me?
You can meet her properly and I can tell you the story.”
A hand was offered out and Mike knew this was his moment to either end things
between Misha and himself or give it a shot. His hand found its way to Misha’s
and Mike wasn’t really sure if leaving had ever been an option. “Okay. Tell me
the story.”
“Alright.” Misha’s face flashed momentarily with relief before turning sad,
just slightly. “So, last year, or well, about fifteen months ago, I was living
with my parents in California. It was all pretty normal, I wasn’t so normal but
then, when am I ever?” He stopped to grin over at Mike and bumped their elbows
together.
“So you had a girlfriend there?” Mike asked curiously but smiled back at Misha,
squeezing his hand to encourage him along.
“No. By then I’d realized I liked both girls and boys. I was mostly just
playing around you know? I mean, I wasn’t a player or anything but I took my
time learning what I liked best, who I liked best. Hallie was an unexpected
thing.” Misha frowned down at his shoes, kicking a rock.
Mike let the silence reign for a few steps before bumping into Misha not so
casually. “I won’t judge you.”
“I know.” Misha flashed him a small smile before lifting his shoulders and
exhaling slowly. “It’s pretty cliché. I drank too much, she drank too much, we
ended up in some guest room. Honestly? And this is really sad but, I don’t
remember much about it. It probably wasn’t that good. And well, clearly I
forgot to use a condom. As far as first times go, it was pretty crappy.”
Mike had never been with a girl. In fact, what he’d done with Misha – a few
blow jobs and hand jobs – was the furthest he’d ever gone so he couldn’t
relate. “And she got pregnant?” Mike pushed him along, keeping the boy talking
so he could learn everything before they made it back to his house.
“Yup. We didn’t talk for a few months, I saw her around school but I think we
were both pretending it didn’t happen. She actually didn’t tell me until she
was like, five months along. Then she just showed up one day, all upset, and
spilled everything. She had these ultrasound pictures of this little girl, and
this story about how she was going to have an abortion but couldn’t go through
with it. I was so stunned I didn’t know what to say for a long time.”
Trying to picture it, trying to imagine how he would react to finding out some
random person he slept with was pregnant; Mike could understand Misha’s
reaction. “Then what?” He prodded quietly, squeezing his hand once more.
“She said she didn’t want the baby. Which, I get. She was sixteen, I was
sixteen, it was a huge step to think about having a child. Only, I couldn’t let
her go. The baby I mean. So then I had to talk to my parents obviously. For
awhile they tried to convince me to let the baby be adopted but our family has
this tendency to be stubborn. Like my mom and my grandma. They have a
completely different way of living their lives which is why they hardly ever
talk you know?”
That explained why Mike had never met Misha before. Maybe his mom couldn’t come
visit her own mom because of their differences. “Were they upset you wanted to
keep the baby?”
“Yeah, I think so. They lectured me about responsibility and stuff. Like,
because I hadn’t even been responsible enough to use protection in the first
place I clearly couldn’t handle a child. But in the end, they gave in. Mainly
because I told them there wasn’t a choice. If they hadn’t let me keep her I
would have taken her and moved away anyway.”
“Is that why you’re here?” Mike asked on Misha’s next breath.
Misha laughed softly and looked toward Mike. “I’m getting there. So, Hallie had
the little girl and I took her. Part of me thought she might change her mind
and want her but it didn’t happen. I named her Calliope. Calliope Natasha
Collins.”
“She’s going to love that when she gets older.” Mike grinned and found it
mildly surprising when he realized he was actually a little excited to properly
meet the little girl. Having just a brother, Mike wasn’t used to girls being
around, the idea that Misha had a daughter made his mind dance around words
like family and future. It was maybe premature to think that far into the
future but Mike couldn’t help it.
Laughing again, Misha nodded. “I bet she will. Anyway, the first few months
were hard. I was doing school online and taking care of Calli and just trying
to get by. My parents have a pretty small home and neither were really that
interested in taking care of a newborn again you know? Finally my dad kind of
snapped. Her crying at night was waking him up, he couldn’t take anymore. So we
looked at options and finally I called Grandma. She was so excited about the
idea she paid for me to move out and agreed to watch Calli during the day so I
could go back to a real school and finish my senior year. It was the best
option for everyone involved.”
Though this was quite different than some of the theories Mike had originally
had about Misha’s sudden appearance – and yes, they’d been a bit absurd – it
was sweeter and made Mike’s heart melt just a little. “So how old is she now?”
“Six months. She’s just starting to be awake more, and she sits up on her own.
It’s adorable. And Mike? I really wanted to tell you before but I didn’t know
how. I meant it when I said you weren’t part of the plan. I wasn’t thinking I’d
move here and meet someone and fall in lo-“ Misha cut off sharply and bit down
on his lip, blinking over at Mike with wide eyes.
The half word that went unfinished made everything in Mike prickle and tingle
in the most amazing way. “You’re in love with me?”
“Well. Maybe.” Misha laughed softly and slid his hand along the top of Mike’s.
“I’ve never been in love before, so how do you know?”
“I think I maybe feel the same though.” Mike murmured and smiled over at Misha.
“But I’ve never felt this way either so yeah, how do you know?”
“Guess we’ll just find out.” Misha came to a stop in front of his Grandma’s
house, turning to look at Mike. “So, you’re okay with this? Really? Because I’m
sure the last thing you expected was ending up with someone who had a baby.”
“Well, no I didn’t expect that. But, you love her right? And you’re her dad so
she’s obviously your number one priority. I want to be part of that. I just
wish you hadn’t waited so long to tell me.” Mike reached up with his free hand
to touch Misha’s cheek. “I want to meet your daughter.”
The grin on Misha’s face was brighter than the sun. It made every part of Mike
glow and fill with warmth. “Awesome. Come on in then.”
The first little spark of nerves rose in Mike as he followed Misha inside the
house. He’d been in there before, when he was younger and they’d gone to Mrs.
Krushnic’s for sweets and things. Now though it was different. The front room
had once been covered in breakable knick knacks from all over the world but
they were all gone now. Instead it was just toys, a baby swing, a play pen.
Clearly the little girl dominated the house.
Mrs. Krushnic was sitting on the couch, watching Calliope on the blanket in the
middle of the living room. She looked up when they entered and smiled, seeming
completely unsurprised that Mike was following Misha inside. “Hello Michael,
nice to see you.”
“You too Mrs. K.” Mike smiled warmly at her and felt slightly relieved when
Misha didn’t bother to let go of his hand, just led him to the blanket where
the little girl was.
“Mike, this is Calliope, but we call her Calli for short.” Misha grinned and
tugged Mike down until he was sitting on the edge of the blanket by the baby.
“Calli, this is Michael. When you get older you can call him Mike. If you
want.”
Mike laughed softly and hesitated with a hand extended to the baby. She was
looking toward him for a moment before looking away, grabbing a stuffed Winnie
the Pooh that sat in front of her.
“You can touch her.” Misha said quietly and grinned, nudging him forward.
“Hi Calli,” Mike murmured, reaching the rest of the way to touch her chubby
little arm.
She swayed toward him with the faintest bah noise before falling over, rolling
onto her back and smiling. It was a large, toothless grin but still it mirrored
Misha’s so much Mike couldn’t help grinning back.
“Come here little girl.” Misha cooed softly and scooped her up, sliding her
easily onto his lap and bouncing her just slightly. His hand slid naturally up
to cup the back of her head, holding her in place.
If someone had asked Mike earlier that day if Misha would make a good father he
would have needed to seriously think about it. After all, why would he even
consider his boyfriend a father figure? But seeing him now with his daughter,
both with dark hair and bright eyes, there was no doubting that he loved her
and all the sacrifices he’d made he didn’t regret.
She reached out to stick a finger between his lips and Misha laughed,
pretending to bite at it a few times. “Mike, you wanna hold her?”
Really? Mike was kind of terrified to hold the little girl. What if he dropped
her or something? That would be really bad even if they were on the ground.
“Um, I probably won’t do so good.”
“Of course you will.” Mrs. Krushnic said from her place on the couch and she
laughed softly, standing up with the slightest groan. “Michael, would you like
to stay for dinner? I’ve got a stew cooking and bread in the oven.”
“I-“ Mike felt a little like he was being thrown curve balls left and right,
too quick for him to catch in time. Hold the baby, stay for dinner, a freaking
baby. He looked uncertainly over at Misha who simply smiled and used Calliope’s
little hand to wave at him. “Sure,” he said with a grin, waving back at the
little girl.
“Do you need to call your parents and let them know?” Mrs. Krushnic asked from
her place in the kitchen, the sound of pans clattering drowning out some of the
words.
“No, they’re at work until late most nights.” Mike hadn’t needed to inform his
parents of his whereabouts for years but he’d never been more grateful for it
then he was now.
“Just try and hold her.” Misha insisted and didn’t give Mike an option.
In the next moment Mike had a lapful of wiggly, squirmy baby and his hands
fluttered out uncertainly before pressing into the little girl’s back. She fell
forward across his chest and clutched at his chest, cooing in a way he’d always
heard in movies but had never thought was real. “Um,” Mike lifted her up
slightly and laughed when her little hand swung up to hit his jaw.
“She likes you.” Misha murmured and dipped forward to brush a kiss across his
cheek, hand sliding along Mike’s shoulder as he stood. “Grandma, need any
help?”
Suddenly Mike was alone with the baby and feeling quite like he was not
qualified enough to have this type of responsibility. Swallowing his fear Mike
hooked his hands under the girl’s armpits and held her up and back so their
eyes could meet. “Well kid, it’s just you and me.”
A string of drool slipped from the little corner of her mouth and dripped down,
landing on Mike’s hand and sliding along his skin. She blinked at him a few
times and Mike was taken back to the first time he met Misha. It made the
encounter rather fitting.
“You look just like your daddy Calli. Did you know, butterflies taste through
their feet?” Mike tipped his head to the side and grinned at the little girl.
Her little feet kicked out and she squealed and smacked her lips together. Mike
knew she couldn’t possibly understand what he was saying but he liked to
pretend she did anyway.
“Alright boys I’m off to Bingo. Don’t get into too much trouble. Remember bed
for baby at eight o’clock.” Mrs. Krushnic stopped on her way across the living
room to bend down and press a kiss to the top of Calliope’s hair. Her fingers
patted across the top of Mike’s head and she smiled at him before heading for
the door.
“See you later Grandma.” Misha called from the kitchen, appearing after the
door had been shut and grinning at Mike. “Bring her in. It’s dinner time.”
The art of standing while holding the baby turned out to be harder than Mike
could ever guess. He managed, somehow, with a gentle shift and balance of baby
and body weight. “It’s physically impossible for a pig to look up at the sky.”
Mike informed his boyfriend as he carried his boyfriend’s daughter in the
kitchen. Yeah, it was going to take some time to get used to that.
“Poor pigs, no wonder they want to fly.” Misha nodded and grinned, reaching out
to take Calliope and slipping her easily into a curved high chair that
supported her on both sides. “She has some rice cereal before her bottle. Then
a bit more play time, a bath and bed. You can hang around if you want. I could
show you my room later.”
There was the weirdest hint of heat behind those words that had Mike blinking,
looking up at Misha with wide eyes. He wet his lips and nodded, stepping
forward to take the bowl Misha offered. “Sounds like a good plan.”
“Good.” Misha let their fingers brush before grinning and stepping back.

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“Can I ask you something?” Misha was currently forearms deep in warm water,
grinning down at the sink where Calliope was enjoying splashing happily.
Right at that moment Mike couldn’t imagine possibly taking the risk to actually
talk while trying to bathe such a squirmy little thing. He’d learned in the
last couple of hours that just because she couldn’t crawl didn’t mean she
couldn’t get around. A lot. “Um, sure. Can I help at all?”
“That’s you asking me something.” Misha laughed and pointed to the pink bottle
of Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo. When Mike had handed it over Misha
continued. “Why do you memorize the facts?”
It wasn’t like Mike hadn’t been asked this before. Only other people usually
added the word freak onto the question and didn’t really care, they were just
trying to be mean. Misha though, he really cared and Mike knew it. So for the
first time ever Mike had to come up with a real answer. For some reason this
seemed harder than he thought it might be. It was kind of a thing, always a
thing, Mike wasn’t sure he could even pinpoint the time in which it began.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. Or can’t. I don’t mind. I was just
curious.” Misha smiled over at him and handed the baby shampoo back.
“It’s not that I can’t, or that I don’t want to. I’m just not completely sure
of the why I suppose. You know, my parents are busy a lot with their shops and
my brother doesn’t really care. When I was younger they used to drag me around
and I’d have to sit in a booth in the restaurant or on top of a laundry
machine. I used to get books from the library you know? I always picked up
these books with weird facts. I guess I thought my parents would pay more
attention to me if I had something to say.”
It felt weird to lay it out there like that, to give a reason to a thing he’d
done for so many years. Mike scrunched his face up slightly and nearly choked
on spit when Calliope mimicked the face. “How did she do that?”
Misha laughed and nodded over to the towel. “She’s just good at copying people
if you’re close enough for her to see. It’s probably the most adorable thing
ever.”
“I think it might be.” Mike grabbed the towel and held it up, fumbling for a
moment when Misha lifted the baby and pressed it against his chest. “Did that
answer your question?”
“It did.” Misha nodded and led the way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to
the bedrooms. “It’s kind of sad too. Do you do that now? I mean, are you
looking for attention by saying those things?”
Mike was unconsciously drying off Calliope with the towel as they entered her
room, smiling at the way she yawned and shifted around. “I think maybe it’s
more habit now. Or just, sometimes I don’t know what to say. I want to be
included in the conversation but I never learned the right ways to do that.”
“You know I don’t think it’s a bad thing.” Misha said softly and turned to take
Calliope from him, laying her gently down on the changing table. “I like
hearing your random facts. So you don’t have to stop or anything.”
“I like telling you them because you always answer. It’s like, you actually
care about the facts that I’m telling you.” Mike stepped back and watched as
Misha expertly kept a hand on Calliope’s belly while pulling out a diaper with
the other.
“I do care. That’s one of the first things I liked about you. It makes you like
a puzzle. And I want to find out all the little details.” Misha grinned over at
him, dipping his head to the side. “Come here, I’ll teach you how to put a
diaper on.”
Laughing Mike stepped closer. He thought the whole diaper thing was pretty self
explanatory only he hadn’t taken into account how much the baby would move
around during the process. She was constantly squirming, legs in motion up and
down and to the sides. She cooed up at Misha as he applied butt cream and made
kissy faces down at her. It was too cute for Mike to handle and his grin felt
wide and silly.
They got her into a onesie next – the pinks and purples colliding in swirling
patterns across her body. “Grab that bottle.” Misha nodded toward the bottle
he’d brought up from the kitchen and scooped Calliope up, turning and crossing
to the rocking chair next to the white crib.
Once Misha was settled with the little girl cradled in his arms – her fine,
dark hair neatly brushed back – he held his hand out for the bottle. “Now I’ve
just got to get her to sleep. Shouldn’t take long, she’s good at passing out.”
Mike continued to grin and stepped closer, watching Misha begin to rock.
Calliope drank eagerly from her bottle and listened to Misha’s soft whispers.
He was talking about nothing really, telling her details about his day and how
much he loved her. Mike had a feeling it was more the tone of voice that
mattered to the little girl anyway.
By the time the bottle was gone the little girl was asleep. Mike was curious
how Misha would manage to get her in the crib without waking her but he seemed
to be expert at that as well. He couldn’t decide if it was stranger to think
Misha was a natural at this or to know how easily he’d accepted it all. Just
that morning he’d thought Misha was quirky and a little weird in the best ways
possible, there was suddenly a whole new part of him Mike had never imagined.
They moved silently out of the room, Misha flicking on a Winnie the Pooh
nightlight before gently closing the door. He grinned at Mike once they were in
the hall and stepped close to brush their lips together. “Let’s clean up
downstairs first.”
Mike was instantly curious what came second but he just followed Misha, willing
to wait and find out. They’d been together over a month now, a fact Mike found
both surprising and exciting. It was his first relationship after all and Misha
meant so much to him, he was more than a little head over heels. Maybe that was
what the love thing was all about.
“Can I ask you a question?” Mike asked as they cleaned up the kitchen, putting
away dishes and cleaning up water Calliope had splashed out.
“Mmhmm.” Misha nodded and grinned over at Mike, letting their sides rest
together.
“Why elbows?” It was probably the one question anyone who spent any amount of
time with Misha wanted to know. The ever puzzling elbow greeting.
Misha laughed and stooped down to slide the leftover stew into the fridge.
“When I was little I got really sick, I had the chicken pocks and ended up with
an infection and I had to stay home for a long ass time. Of course I got bored
really easily and my dad started up this game of tag. Elbow tag. The rules were
no running and you couldn’t just tag someone right back, you had to sneak up
and hit your elbow to theirs when they weren’t paying attention. So, it just
sort of stuck.”
Truthfully Mike hadn’t given much thought as to why Misha did the elbow thing.
He was quirky and weird himself and therefore Misha had fit expertly into the
fold of his life. This though, was nothing close to some of the guesses Jensen
had made – like a paranoia about shaking hands or that it was some secret code.
“I like that.” Mike grinned and leaned against the counter, watching Misha
move. “People probably ask you about that a lot huh?”
“Not as much as you might think. A lot of people just guess. Or think it’s rude
to ask or something.” Misha laughed softly and snagged Mike’s hand, leading him
back up the stairs. “Come on, let me show you my room.”
Mike had asked about Misha’s room before, now he knew why he’d never been
invited over before. So it was an exciting thing to follow his boyfriend into
his room, eyes sweeping instantly along the wall. There was a Boondock Saints
poster – of which Mike instantly approved – and a collection of photographs.
Some framed ones of Calliope when she had to have been only a few weeks old and
others of a woman and man Mike could only assume were Misha’s parents.
“Do you miss your parents?” Mike asked, still looking around the slight
clutter, glancing toward Misha who was flicking on the baby monitor on the
dresser.
“We talk on the phone a lot. And I’ll see them over Thanksgiving. It’s weird
sometimes not to live with them but I’ve known since I got Calli that I had to
grow up and be independent. I accepted awhile ago that I wasn’t going to have a
normal life.”
This made Mike instantly curious as to what type of life Misha expected to
have. He, like most kids his age, was at the point of applying for colleges and
preparing for graduation. But for Misha that would be completely different. Now
wasn’t the time to start asking questions about the future though and whether
Misha could manage fitting Mike into that picture. “Sometimes I feel like I’m
living alone.”
Misha smiled in soft understanding. He’d never met Mike’s parents, which just
spoke to how little they were home. “It’ll be good training for life.”
Mike chose not to look too much into that remark, stepping closer to kiss Misha
instead. It was a much better alternative. Sometimes when they kissed Misha’s
hands would settle onto Mike’s hips and curve there, pressing denim into the
soft skin beneath. This time though, Misha’s hands cupped along his jaw on
either side and he stepped back, nearly tugging Mike with him. But not quite
since Mike was more than happy to go willingly.
They were falling back onto Misha’s bed before Mike could even acknowledge that
they’d crossed the room completely. He gasped as he fell back, Misha crawling
over him. “Mish,” Mike moaned softly at the press of heat, sliding his hand
flat down the length of Misha’s back. “What about your Grandma?”
“She won’t be home until after ten,” Misha murmured, kissing down Mike’s jaw,
shifting so he was straddling Mike’s hips. “And Calli won’t wake up until
midnight at least, monitor’s on either way.”
Mike’s breath caught in his throat, a hitched flare of surprise as he tried to
decipher the undertones of Misha’s deep, nearly moaned words. It was hard to
think past the slow roll of Misha’s hips against his own. Denim through denim
but Mike couldn’t imagine anything better. Only, he really could.
“Mike?” Misha pulled out on his earlobe with a slow drag of his teeth, pushing
up a moment later to meet Mike’s gaze. “Have you thought um, about sex at all?”
Blinking up at his boyfriend, Mike couldn’t help laughing. “Misha, I’m
seventeen. I think about sex all the freaking time.”
“Okay I walked into that one but I mean, like, sex with me. Like, all the way
sex?”
It would have been a whole lot easier to pay attention to this definitely
important conversation if Misha would stop rolling his hips. Mike settled his
hands on the boy’s side to keep him in place, staring up at him. “You want to
have all the way sex?”
“Yeah. I mean, we don’t have to now if you don’t want to but at some point I
do.” Misha nodded slowly and wet his lips, dipping down to press another kiss
to Mike’s lips, moving along to scatter kisses on his skin once more.
Mike he no idea when he’d hopped on a roller coaster but he was quite certain
it was throwing him off course big time. “H-have you? With a guy before?”
This got Misha’s actions to pause in a way Mike’s fingers digging into his hips
couldn’t. He pushed up again and looked away. “Yeah. You know, like I said, I
took my time exploring all the ways and just, there was this guy Na-“
“I don’t really need details.” Mike cut him off, reaching up to cup Misha’s jaw
and turn him so their gazes locked. “That’s the past yeah? This is now. And
well, I’ve never done this before you know Misha? So I probably wouldn’t, you
know, be any good. And it would hurt.”
“You’d top.” Misha whispered, squeezing Mike’s hips between his knees. “I want
you too.”
This knocked Mike speechless, lips parting and closing as he stared up at
Misha. Sure he’d thought about it, tried to imagine what that sort of pleasure
would feel like. It seemed like a huge step though. Only, Mike did basically
tell Misha he was in love with him earlier, before they spent the entire
evening with his boyfriend’s daughter. Yeah, no one said Mike’s life was normal
and clearly it was anything but.
“Okay.” Mike breathed, hips jolting up slightly into Misha’s.
A moan fell from Misha’s lips and he met the thrust with a grind down of his
own. “Yeah? You wanna?”
“Hell yeah.” Mike laughed breathlessly, nervous. Losing his virginity. That was
a big deal. That was huge. But he trusted Misha, he loved Misha, so why wait?
“Do you, um, have things?”
“Uh huh.” Misha nodded and dropped down to kiss Mike once more.
For awhile they just made out as if they hadn’t just discussed having sex. Mike
mostly let his boyfriend control the kiss, guiding him along, helping Misha
from his shirt when he broke back a few inches to tug at the material. It was
always like this when Mike kissed Misha, he lost track of time and space,
things happening around him without being aware. Which was how they were
somehow both in their boxers and Misha was pulling away.
“Are you changing your mind?” Mike asked, sitting up and looking down at his
tented boxers. That was okay if Misha changed his mind, Mike could be just as
happy with touching and kissing. Though at this point his mind had already
gotten completely on board the all the way sex train.
“No, getting stuff.” Misha laughed softly and tugged open his nightstand,
reaching deep into the back and pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube.
Mike wasn’t that surprised to see the condom. He didn’t think Misha was
infected with anything and it probably wasn’t necessary but that was okay. Safe
sex was good he thought even if neither of them could get pregnant.
“I think I can hear you thinking,” Misha said
Mike grinned at Misha and shook his head. “Sorry. They’re good thoughts I
swear.” He pulled Misha into him, intent on kissing once more. Misha’s lips
were the best kind of drug, though admittedly Mike’s drug experiences were
limited to none. He was fairly certain he was more than a little addicted to
kissing his boyfriend and touching him. Every time he found himself in that
place he was reduced to a writhing, spineless mess.
Which was again why he hadn’t realized Misha was moving and fumbling with
clothing until his hips were pulled up and his boxers slid free. Misha’s cock
was there against his own and Mike choked on a breath, falling back from the
kiss and rolling his head into the pillow. “God Mike, I’ve never felt like this
about anyone.” Misha murmured and shifted back again, rolling over onto his
back.
Mike looked up at the light on ceiling and wet his lips, shifting over once
more. “Can we turn the light out?”
“Are you embarrassed? ‘Cause you really shouldn’t be.” Misha grinned at him but
he was already rolling off the bed and crossing the room, flicking the lock on
the door – just in case Mike assumed – and turning off the light.
Moonlight spilled in from the blinds and it wasn’t much but Misha was back on
the bed within moments, pressing up to Mike’s side, kissing his shoulder
softly. “Nervous?”
“Yeah.” Mike whispered back as if talking louder in the darkness was taboo.
“I know. Me too.” Misha grinned and Mike could see the moon reflect off his
teeth for a moment before he was sliding close again. “We don’t have to; I
won’t be upset or anything.”
In the end it came down to Mike, he had to choose because he was the one who’d
never done this before. After the fact Mike would never be able to say what
officially made him want it, whether it was Misha’s smile, soft words, or the
gentle kisses to his shoulder. Whatever it was Mike was surprised how easy it
was to roll over Misha, fall between his spread legs and lean in to kiss him.
Mike was curious by nature, so he knew all about the act of gay sex, what it
meant and what he had to do. Which didn’t necessarily quell the nervousness but
it at least gave him the confidence to grasp the bottle of lube Misha placed
into his palm and let the liquid slick along his fingers. Every now and then
Misha’s eyes shone in the low light of the room and as Mike adjusted to the
darkness he could catch the flush of heat on his boyfriend’s cheeks.
“Will you tell me if it hurts?” Mike asked quietly when he found himself
between Misha’s spread legs, lips pressed just barely into his thigh.
“Yeah,” Misha’s word sounded more like a sigh, falling from his lips with the
rise of his chest.
To boost his confidence Mike did things he was familiar with first. Licking a
slow line up the length of Misha’s cock, riding out the gentle wave of his
boyfriend’s hips pushing up for more. By the time he had the tip of his finger
sliding in gentle circles along the puckered entrance his heart was racing and
Misha was moaning in continuous low hums.
The first push forward was weird. Misha was tight, clenching around his finger
then loosening so Mike could push a little more. This was one moment Mike kind
of wished the light was on again, just so he could see clearly what it looked
like, having a finger buried deep within his boyfriend, or what Misha looked
like – knowing the flush was likely over his entire body now.
Mike was mesmerized by the tight heat that surrounded his finger, Misha’s cock
falling forgotten from his lips as he moved. So when Misha begged for more he
didn’t hesitate, slipping a second finger in alongside the first. For a moment
it felt too tight, like there was no way Misha could handle both fingers let
along Mike’s cock, but then his body shuddered slightly and Mike was pressing
in deep and hard.
If it hurt Misha never said. He rocked his hips down onto Mike’s fingers and
let out a muffled groan when Mike spread them apart, stretching the muscle. He
looked up to see an arm blocking most of Misha’s face and a giddy rush slammed
through him, pushing up to stretch further, push harder, add a third finger to
the mix.
Finding a rhythm of the stretch, pull, push, Mike leaned down and once more
licked along Misha’s cock, moaning in time with Misha as his body jolted up.
There was a thrill of power in this, knowing he could make Misha feel this way,
drive him this crazy. Mike wanted to explore it further, wanted to know all the
different ways he could make his boyfriend fall apart at his touch.
Before he could get that far though Misha was grabbing his shoulder, squeezing
until he looked up. “M’ready. Want you in me now.”
Desire pulsed thick through Mike and he bobbed his head in a nod, pulling his
fingers free after a final twist and reaching out for the condom. He clamped
the edge between his teeth and pulled, relieved that the packaging opened on
the first try. There was a slight tremor to his hands as he slid the latex free
and sat back on his calves, sliding it on slow and precise to make sure he did
it right. He could remember his sex ed class a couple years back and how
awkward it had been watching the instruction put a condom on the banana.
Thankfully, the darkness hid his blush.
Slicking up with more lube Mike sucked in a breath and wiped his hand on the
sheet before shifting forward once more, stopping to stare down at Misha
through the moonlight. “Like this? With you on your back?”
“Yeah, definitely.” Misha smiled up at him, still panting, still hard. Mike
took these as good signs.
The last swell of nerves hit him hard now, curling thick in his stomach. Mike
bit down on his lip and slid forward, relieved when Misha pulled his legs up.
Mike knew the first push forward was going to be tighter than anything he’d
ever felt but he wasn’t prepared for it, the way heat stretched around him and
clenched down, or the way Misha moaned so low and deep it echoed around them.
Really it was just a miracle Mike managed not to come at that one touch alone.
“Oh god Michael,” Misha breathed and rocked his hips down against Mike, pulling
him further in.
Shoulders shaking, Mike sank inch by inch into his boyfriend until it was all
heat, surrounding him on all sides, gripping tight against each pulse of his
cock. He had to remind himself to breathe, sucking in a quick lungful and
holding it, fighting against the push of his orgasm, so close it made his skin
prickle. Mike hadn’t even realized this type of connection could be formed,
their bodies pressed together in such a way Mike wasn’t sure where one ended
and the other began.
“Move Michael, move.” Misha gasped and nails dug along Mike’s scalp, pulling at
hair and releasing.
That was about all the order Mike needed, sliding back and pushing forward. The
thrusts were quick, sharp, out of rhythm. Sweat dripped along his brow, tiny
little moans released in gasps and pants. Mike was rapidly losing awareness of
the moment, it was the rapid air rushing from Misha’s lips, the quickening of
his hips forward, pleasure and heat and nails dragging down his back.
Then somehow Misha was pushing up and their lips were meeting. Mike had
absolutely no clue how Misha got to be so flexible but he was more than a
little grateful. He could feel Misha’s cock trapped between their body, sliding
with each thrust forward. And then their eyes met and Mike felt the heat of the
moment peak.
Slick wet come splashed between them, Mike could feel it on his chest and the
vice grip along his cock, Misha’s low guttural moan echoing around them. Mike’s
orgasm hit him like a flash, flaring along his skin and his hips stuttered
forward, eyes closing against the consuming waves of pleasure. Sure he’d come
dozens of times before – some of those even with Misha – but none of them could
compare to this.
“Jesus Christ Misha.” Mike huffed as he dropped on top of him, melting into his
body. He was panting, still buried deep within his boyfriend and humming in the
afterglow.
“Like, the superstar.” Misha murmured, pressing small kisses to his temple.
“Misha,” Mike laughed softly and turned so their lips could brush and meet.
“You know what? I’m in love with you. There’s no question about it.”
Pulling back a little Misha tilted his head to the side and cupped Mike’s
cheek, bringing him in for a longer, more lingering kiss. “I love you too.”
Misha breathed against Mike’s lips.
A happy, giddy laugh fell from Mike’s lips as he pulled back and fell to the
side. It was mildly gross to dispose of the condom but then Misha was there,
wiping at his dick with a wet rag he’d gotten from the attached bathroom. They
moved around like it was normal, curling up in bed together, Mike spooning in
behind Misha’s back.
“Will you stay the night?” Misha whispered, linking his fingers through Mike’s
across his chest.
“What about Calli?” Mike murmured against his ear, but his eyes were already
closing, he wasn’t going to be hard to convince.
“I wake up almost immediately when she does, I promise to be quiet. It’s okay,
Grandma won’t mind either. Think your parents will?”
Mike thought about his empty house, maybe his brother was there, probably not.
The restaurant didn’t close until midnight, they never got home until after
one, they were gone again before he left for school. “Nah, no one will even
notice.”
“Good. You stay here with me.”
Even if it was dark and he wasn’t facing his boyfriend, Mike knew Misha was
grinning. That was enough to make him grin in return.
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