You couldn’t remember how you and Mikey had gotten together, and you also couldn’t remember how many times you had broken up only to get back together again the day after, but it seemed like you were just destined to be.
Unfortunately, you were just two very broken souls in search of something that you didn’t know how to describe, and couldn’t obtain, hoping that by being together you would help each other figure it out but it was like two drowning people trying to save one another.
He had been very quiet that afternoon, his sunken eyes staring dully out the window as the rain ran down the glass outside, blurry everything in its path.
You lay in the bed beside him, one hand on his knee as he sat crossed legged… but you knew he was too mentally far away from you that you couldn’t reach him at that point, he didn’t even seem to acknowledge you were beside him.
“Mikey?” you asked after a while.
He turned his face to you, those lifeless eyes staring right through you.
He didn’t reply, but you knew he was listening.
“Come here.” You opened your arms and he lay down with his head on your chest so you stroked your fingers through his black hair and caressed the black tattoo on his neck.
It all seemed to have aligned.
Every so often, Mikey would get ‘dark urges’ and mentally check out of happyville for a while.
He had been having more depressive episodes lately and you were getting more concerned about him but what could you do if he wasn’t willing to talk about it.
“Let’s fuck,” he suddenly said and your eyes popped wide open.
“Yeah, you got anything better to do?” he asked, bitterness washing through his undertone.
“Fucking with you is always the best, what are you talking about?” you replied, letting go of his head so he could sit up.
Mikey liked to do things that were a little different and he had shown you a world of new sexual experiences so you knew today would be another of those days.
“What are we doing today?” You asked as you took your pants bad underwear off, and he did the same.
He had already started to grow, and his dick hung long as he reached for his shirt and pulled it up over his head to take it off.
You followed his cue and stripped your top off as well, leaving you both naked on your soft bed next to the window as the rain poured down.
“Docking,” Mikey finally replied, grabbing his uncut cock and pulling the foreskin back and forth over the base of his head to massage it to its full length.
Your dick grew as you watched him masturbate before you, and you reached for you own to help get yourself along too.
Finally, he got between your legs and you sat up then knelt, like he was, and helped him prepare for docking your cocks together.
Expertly, he took your cock in hand and stroked you while holding his, then pressed the tips together and moved them back and forth over each other.
You moaned a little and looked into his worn face. He had seen too much in his life already and every trauma was etched into his features.
Your lips found his and your tongues moved together. Mikey hadn’t eaten that day and his breath was hot and a little vinegary, a weirdly comforting taste and smell to you, and in that second you thought about taking him out for lunch after you two had finished.
While kissing, Mikey pulled his foreskin forwards over the head of your cock and sleeved you both together, your slick tips rubbing back and forth, bumping and massaging into each other as he held his foreskin gently and rocked back and forth.
He seemed to mimic what he was doing to your cocks, with his tongue against yours, and you rubbed tongues, breathing heavily and panting as your hips flicked back and forth.
“I’m close already,” you panted, pushing your tongue deep into his mouth and letting him suck on it.
“Weak,” Mikey panted in reply, tip of cock sliding under yours at a slowly increasing pace.
“I’m gonna blow,” you moaned, scrunching your eyebrows with pleasure.
“Not before me, bitch,” Mikey seethed out, reaching under you and pinching you hard on the balls.
“Oww! Fuck!” you yelped, orgasm interrupted by the pain as your sac clenched.
“Suck it up,” Mikey said with a smirk as his hips rocked harder back and forth and the hand he was holding you both together with, started to shake with anticipation.
The speed he had chosen had gotten you back on track pretty quickly after the pinch to the balls and your orgasm built again but not as fast as him as he came first and exploded his hot cum all over your tip a second before you did the same.
“Fuck!” you groaned loudly, dropping your head back to look at the ceiling as your chest rose and fell with the exertion of that exercise.
“Wanna go for lunch?” you asked as he pushed back and unsheathed you both.
“Nah. I think we need to break up,” he said dully, getting off the bed to go and wash up.
“What?” you asked, numbly, you hadn’t been expecting a break up. Especially just after fucking.
“Yeah. I’ll pack my bags,” he said from the bathroom.
“Can we talk about this?” you asked, running a stressed hand through your hair to ruffle it as you remained kneeling on the bed.
“Ok, we’ll talk about it when you’re back next,” you replied, that panic leaving you when you remembered how it had gone down every other time he did this.
His dick was still drying in his pants as he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out the door, and you felt your dick still hanging free in your pants as you watched him go.
“He’ll be back…”
~ END ~[2 Days Later]
*knock knock knock*
You looked up at the door.
“Who is it?” you asked curiously.
“It’s me,” the voice of Mikey replied, “open up.”
“Oh, so you’re back again? What excuse do you have this time?” you asked sarcastically.
“I’m back to fuck that mouth of yours,” he replied dully.
“Ok, make it good,” you replied back with a smirk as you opened the door to him and gestured for him to enter.