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“How far are you willing to go, Michael?”
He shouldn’t care that the bleach blonde’s fingers are curling around the bottom of his chin. He shouldn’t care that he’s surrounded on all sides. Michael had been in enough school brawls for the intimidation to feel numb.
But all those goddamn questions about his sexuality that flooded his brain on the daily hit him like a truck when he locked eyes with David.
Because for some inexplicable reason, the position David had him in made Michael’s heart race.
Not just of fear.
Of something else.
David’s hand doesn’t move, but he raises an eyebrow and hums softly in curiosity. Michael tries to maintain a shell of a tough demeanor, but his body is betraying him and he can feel the tips of his ears heating up.
A low chuckle leaves David’s throat and then, almost like testing a theory, he lifts his thumb and slides it along Michael’s jawline. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his movement, and Michael feels his pulse increase.
Well, fuck. There goes any chance of surviving.
Michael gulps, louder than he would’ve wanted, and watches a demonic grin spread across David’s face. Which only made him blush more.
“Boys,” the blonde announces without taking his eyes off of Michael. His grip tightens. “Go on ahead. We’ll catch up later.”
There’s an exchange of confused glances and shrugs between the others, and a quiet “what?” is heard from Marko. But within a few moments, Michael and David are alone in the darkness. And David has yet to remove his hand from underneath Michael’s chin.
“Michael,” he growls, leaning forward. “Michael, Michael, Michael. You’ve just made this a lot more interesting.”
“I didn’t do anything,” the boy with the brown jacket replies, trying to sound as monotone as possible. The color of his face says otherwise.
David’s grin just widens and he circles around behind Michael, his hand now lightly gripping the boy’s shoulder. “Maybe not consciously,” he points out. “But I’m certainly not naive. Don’t think I can’t see that red color spreading across your face.”
Michael shuts his eyes and tries to think about literally anything else, but god is that difficult when the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen is looming over his shoulder.
He feels a claw-like nail tracing the line of his collarbone. “So what is it that’s making you flustered, Michael? My eyes? Hair? Clothing?” He pauses for a second, before leaning over and huskily whispering in his ear, “my voice?”
He can’t stop the gasp that leaves his lips. “Hmm,” the taller man says. “It’s not just that. I can feel you quivering. You’re blushing when I touch you.” The sharp nail on his collarbone starts to lightly scrape random shapes into his skin, leaving raised white lines behind.
David laughs again. “Good to know.” Good to know? Why? Why is that good to know? The brunette sharply exhales. He’s been humiliated, but he wishes he wasn’t actively kind of liking whatever this was.
“God, would’ve been so nice to know you were into guys beforehand. I mean, I’m sure you found Star exciting, we all do.” David’s second hand suddenly whips around from behind and wraps around the bottom of Michael’s torso. He gasps again and he knows his face is blood-red. “But if I had known, I would’ve come after you myself. Would’ve made this whole thing a lot more fun.”
Michael’s aroused state is temporarily joined with a sense of confusion. He has no idea what David means. It’s gone soon, though, because he feels David’s cold breath on the side of his neck. Hell, the guy has got him entirely trapped in his grasp. And the worst part is that Michael doesn’t hate it.
“I’m known to be a bit selfish from time to time, Michael. You, boy, are utterly fascinating. And god, it’s just so delicious knowing that you want me.” His clawed finger continues scraping across Michael’s skin, more intentionally now. “You have no idea how excited this makes me.”
“Stop,” Micheal blurts out suddenly. David’s hands immediately vanish and the blonde pauses, eyeing him with a raised eyebrow. Michael expects to feel relief, but he feels physical disappointment.
And David chuckles. He doesn’t move, just laughs. “Oh, Michael, you are just adorable. Is that what you actually want?”
There’s a moment of silence and Michael feels David’s green-brown eyes glaring at him. With glee. With excitement. With some of his own twisted sense of desire.
He mourns the closeness. He mourns the feeling of David’s claw dancing on his skin. He shouldn’t, but he does.
“You’ve got some twisted ideas and desires floating around in that head of yours, Michael. It doesn't take much body language to read that.” The blonde man with the leather jacket circles back around to the front, that shit-eating grin still on his face. “You didn’t actually want me to stop, did you?”
And he tries. He tries so hard to convince himself that all of this is just some sort of weird mind trick. But David can clearly read him (more than anyone has before…how can he pick up on Michael’s fantasies just from body language?)
But it’s those god-forsaken smoky eyes that catch his gaze again, and he can’t pretend anymore.
“No,” he mutters.
David grins even wider. “That’s what I thought.”
What happens next is unexpected. And it all happens too fast for Michael to react because he’s somehow sent flying backwards, his back slamming into a wide tree trunk. David appears almost immediately, one hand beside Michael’s head and the other sharply pushing down on his shoulder, pinning him to the tree.
If Michael wasn’t blushing before, he definitely is now. David smirks at him and moves the hand beside the brunette’s head to hook underneath his chin.
“Good to know we’re on the same page, Michael. Let’s just say I’ve been struggling to keep my hands off you since the moment I found you.” He narrows his eyes playfully before leaning in and, in a move that Michael could not have predicted five minutes ago (but is absolutely not complaining about at all), presses his lips to Michael’s.
Kissing girls in Phoenix was okay.
Kissing David is intoxicating.
The taller man moves against him like magic. His clawed hands find their way to both sides of Michael’s head, slightly digging into his skin in a painful yet oddly satisfying sensation. Michael’s own arms slowly find their way around David’s lower back.
David’s lips detach from Michael’s and find their way on his neck, gently kissing and biting at the skin. The blonde’s teeth scraped at his collarbone, much sharper than anything Michael expected. It felt good.
He did not think he’d be making out with the sexy mullet guy from the boardwalk today.
But alas, here we are.
David leans back with that same shit-eating grin on his face. His once-perfect hair is messy, but Michael still finds it’s incredibly attractive.
“You’re fascinating, Michael,” the man growls slowly. “And way, way too irresistible to leave you alone. I’m gonna have to make you mine before anyone else tries to take you.”
Michael stares at him, equally dumbfounded as he is aroused.
“Unless,” David trails off, smirking. “…you already are mine.”
At that, Michael gulps again. There’s no hiding it. God, he’d give anything to be David’s. To belong to him. Doesn’t matter how.
And his reaction is confirmation enough for the bleach blonde. “Course you do. You belonged to me the moment I saw you.”
And then David kisses him again, catching him off guard. Michael has never been as quiet as he has during this entire exchange. The taller man releases his lips and grabs his hand, dragging Michael back to the bikes.
“Let’s go make it official.”