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It was a warm Friday evening and you were at the Jackson's house talking it up with Katherine, their mom. This was a daily occurrence as your family had been friends with them for over a decade. Every weekend you’d be over at the house, hanging out with Michael doing whatever the two of you did when you were together. You had originally been waiting for him to come back from his shopping spree, but decided to spark up a small conversation in the meantime.
A little over an hour went by before you heard a honk coming from the driveway. You jumped up and ran outside to greet Michael as he exited the car. His brothers were playing basketball, not paying much mind to you or him. He saw you and smiled, gesturing for you to come over and help.
“Woooah, mike you got so much stuff!”
He grinned at you as he unloaded the multiple bags of games and toys from the trunk.
“I even got twister!”
You smiled and he gave you a knowing look.
Once everything was out of the car you and him walked inside, going straight to his room to unpack everything and get a couple games in. He entered the room and placed the bags in a corner, making sure to keep twister out and quickly accessible.
“You wouldn’t believe it T! There were so many cool toys it was amazing….”
He took of his shoes and jacket, falling back onto the bed
You laughed and also took off your shoes.
“You’ll have to take me one day…..”
He sat up, excited.
“Oh yeah you’d love it!”
You and him laid there for a moment, silence filling the room.
“Okay so are we gonna get to playing or what?!”
You sat up with a smile, crossing your legs. He nodded and jumped off the bed, grabbing the box to get everything ready.
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Some time went by and you were now on your 4th round of twister.
Michael had one leg on green, the other on yellow, one hand on red, and the other spinning the board. You on the other hand were much more comfortable, both hands on blue and feet on green and yellow. He spun the board for you and it landed on right hand red. You groaned while extending your hand to the big red dot. He laughed, while sliding the board towards you. You spun, landing on left hand green. You giggled while he tried his best not to fall over.
“Who’s better now….”
You grinned, wiggling your fingers in his face.
He laughed and took your hand, pulling you forward so that you would fall. You both were now entangled in each other, your chest on top of his. You pushed yourself up a bit to look at his face, a light shade of red forming on his cheeks. Both of you stayed still, air thick with a new-found tension. A soft finger came up to your face, brushing a strand of hair away from your left temple. Your eyes glistened as you watched him.
“mike…..”
You whispered softly, the room suddenly feeling much smaller.
“tara…..”
He whispered back, pausing.
Suddenly, a loud knock broke the silence.
“Michael…..come out of your room….I need to speak to you….”
Joe’s voice, low and harsh, rumbled through the thin walls. Michael pushed you off of him in an instant, walking to the door and leaving the room without a second thought. Your breath hitched, you knew that tone all too well, everyone did. You sat up slowly, fixing the hair he had just touched. Thoughts ran through your head, “what if he heard us”, “what if he hurts mike…”, “what if….” You shook your head and quickly stood up, trying to think positively.
A few minutes went by and nothing could be heard. The house felt empty and cold. There was a pause before the sound of a metal smack echoed off the walls, you froze. Your hand came up to your mouth, masking the sharp gasp that almost slipped out. The noise came to a halt and the house went quiet again. A moment later you heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the room. You braced yourself, expecting a slam of a door, or a punch into a wall. Instead of either of those, you got a small push on the door.
You looked up to see a puffy, tear faced Michael. He had bruises on the bottom of his left eye and cheek which became much more prominent as he stepped into the dim light. You stood up slowly, walking over to where he was standing. You reached your hand out to offer a bit of comfort, but he flinched and turned away. He looked so much like a kid, your heart ached.
“oh mike….”
You frowned, slightly tilting your head.
He looked up at your soft voice and tears began to roll down his face again. You opened your arms for him and he immediately stepped into them. You felt him shaking under your embrace, so you rubbed his back and gently played with his hair. He mumbled things into your neck, the neckline of your shirt now soaked with tears. You walked him over to his bed and sat down, breaking away from his tight hold.
“You poor thing….are you okay?”
You sounded like a mom, but you knew it’s what he needed. A soft, caring shoulder to lean on. He stared at you, eyes wide and red.
“I’m just so tired…..I can’t keep doing this Tara.”
He whispered, resting his head in your lap. You played with his hair, fingers rubbing his scalp.
“I know Mike…..but I’m always here for you.”
He pushed his face up a bit to look at you, pressing into your stomach.
You both stared at each other, a familiar feeling running between the both of you. His hands moved to the sides of your waist, rubbing small circles into your smooth skin. You couldn’t help but move your hands to be where his were, intertwining your fingers. He smiled at you and you smiled back. There was a continuous hum that came from outside as well as the low light that fell over both of you. It made the atmosphere feel warm, safe.
“You know…..I think you’re the best thing to ever happen to me….”
He gazed up at you, eyes filled with love and admiration.
Your fingers went up to his face to wipe away some of his tears.
“yeah…?”
You whispered softly, wanting a second confirmation from his lips.
He perked up, a sudden buzz flowing through his body. Without a second thought he began pushing himself upwards, coming closer and closer to your face. Your cheeks flushed red, body going stiff. He pushed you down so that your back was flat against the bed, his body hovering on top. You looked up at him, eyes glistening with excitement. His large hand came up to your face and gently caressed your check. You placed your hand on top of his, wanting the moment to last forever. After a moment, he slowly inched his face down.
“mmm….I really do.”
He mumbled before pressing his lips to yours.
At first, the kiss was gentle and sweet, both of your lips moving against each others with perfect rhythm. Then, it started becoming much less controlled, more sloppy and careless. Your breathing was heavy, heart ramming against your chest. He groaned, picking up the pace of the kiss.
Your hips started to move on their own, grinding into his. He gripped the back of your head, tongue slipping past yours. Your body was hot, clothes sticking to your damp skin. When you nipped at his bottom lip he let out a soft whine which only fueled you more to draw those beautiful sounds from him again. You smiled against his lips, hands roaming over his body. As an experiment, you pushed your nails into him and ran your fingers down his back. This time, he let out a whimper. Your body twitched, you never thought you’d hear him make these noises, much less because of you.
“you like that…?”
You mumbled as he moved his swollen lips to your neck.
He nodded.
You looked down at him, watching how he took his time to leave marks on you. You played with his hair and leaned your head back against the pillow.
Quickly after finishing on your neck, he had made a total of five hickeys. They were each in different spots and various sizes. He broke away for a moment, wanting to admire his work. The skin there was still tender, even with light touches. Both of you were sweaty and panting, the heat of the moment slowly wearing off.
He gently lowered himself down on you, slipping his hands under your back to hug your waist. He kissed your stomach, making his way up to your chest. Once there he rested his head against you and closed his eyes. After a second he let out a sigh of content. You leaned into him while playing with his hair, which now seemed to be your favorite thing to do. He let out a soft yawn, body going limp. You twisted your head down to see the beautiful sight in front of you. Your best friend, now most likely crush, was cuddling with you in his bed. You smiled to yourself.
His faint voice broke the silence.
“I’m gettin’ kinda tired…”
You paused for a minute.
“Oh…do you want me to leave?”
He turned his shaking head, looking at you with a soft gaze.
“can you please stay with me tonight?”
His voice got quieter, face going red.
You smiled while seeing him get all flustered.
“of course I will….”
You matched his tone.
His eyes glistened, and he shifted himself a bit.
You both moved your body’s around until you were in a comfortable enough position to sleep in. He was on the outside of the bed, cupping your frame. Your head was nuzzled against his chest. He reached over to turn off the light, all the color slipping from the room in an instant.
The buzz from outside got louder, and your breathing started to match each other’s. Before drifting off into a peaceful slumber he made sure to get out one last thing.
“I love you Tara…”
You closed your eyes and smiled, hand finding his own so that you could give it a slight squeeze.
“I love you too Michael….”
You whispered back, before both of you succumbed into deep sleep.