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It all started in the rain! It always does, doesn’t it?
It rained so heavily that the world was blurry. Or perhaps it was because you were crying. Could be both.

The point is, as much as he would argue later that he had his lights on, you would say you didn’t saw him coming, and stepped in the street in front of the fast moving bike.

— WHAT THE F…

Ah, yes…The first words he ever said to you.

Startled, you jumped back to the sidewalk, slipped in a puddle and fell behind. He swerved, and almost tumbled. But was able to catch himself and saw you in the ground, apparently in great suffering. He took off his helmet and ran where you lay. Almost sure he did not hit her, but you were there, on the ground and was mumbling something.

-Are you hurt? - he had to almost scream to make himself be heard over the rain.

You had a pained look in your face, even though the answer was an also loud - NO!

You had been crying, was still crying.

Just now he realized, you were still on the ground, rocking from side to side. He picked you up to a sitting position and, not so, lightly shook your shoulders.

- What is the matter? Were you trying to kill yourself?
- MAYBE!

He stopped shaking without letting go of her arms.

- What did you… - he mumbled this time, too low for you to hear

He got back up bringing you along while holding your arm. Half dragging through the water all around you back to his bike.

- You’ll hop and hold my waist. I’ll get you out of here - he said keeping his mouth closer to your ear
- Without a helmet?? - you said confused
- You walked in front of my bike in the rain! In the dark! That’s your concearn?? - he said, incredule to all of the aspects of the present situation

You just shrugged and hopped, clinging to the stranger’s waist.
- No helmet… - he repeated to himself with humor in his words.

Yes, he did had a helmet on him, and not on the lady at his back. But A - he needed to see the road. B - he left home alone and C- he was not expecting to bring home someone he nearly ran over.

Yet, here you were.

The hospital was his first option. You were not hurt, he didn’t hit you. But what you said… maybe. But tossing you in a hospital, under observation, by a total stranger. Doesn’t seem like a good idea.

So he headed to the only other place he could thought to escape all this rain and be somewhere safe. Was it a good idea? Maybe not… Maybe was the best idea.

He blinked his lights to the person at the security cabin, that waved them over. Three blocks of short buildings after he parked his bike. The rain had reduced a lot, but was still there. You could talk without screaming and he removed his helmet.

There was no reason to run and escape the rain, since you were both already soaked. He walked the short flight of stairs to the gate of the building and started looking for keys.

- Where are we? - you looked around gripping your backpack.
- My house. Come on - he waved you in after finally opening the grated gate.
You looked around. The place seemed old, but well cared for.

- Sorry - he said stepping up the stairs- the elevator is in maintenance, but it’s only the second floor.
You walked a little behind him, hand in the handrail or else you would slip in the marble floors.

There were only two doors at the second floor and he walked straight to one of them and got the key in. But stopped, apparently considering something.

Maybe, if he was more careful of a person, he would be reconsidering the perils of bringing a stranger into his apartment. But…

- You know what… - He removed the key and walked to the second door - let’s go through the kitchen, this way we won’t make a mess through the house.
- Okay… - you extended the word a little, considering the implication that this meant the whole floor was his apartment.

He opened the door and quite a charming kitchen welcomed you both. Thankfully the interior followed the aesthetics of the building, and was a bit classic. The kitchen had an older industrial touch with some pipes exposed, at leats the floor wasn’t some slippery material.
- You hang on right here - he pointed to a spot of the floor- I’ll be right back.

He disappeared into an adjacent room and you heard some ruffling of of dry fabric and wet clothes.
- You can take off your shoes, just leave them by the door.

Your shoes at this point were doing nothing but keeping your feet wet so you took the advice.
He came back barefoot and without his leather jacket. His inner black shirt was clinging to his body.

And that was the first time you actually looked at him. He was older. Not sure how much, but sure was. His hair was graying and was messy from the helmet. Not that yours was better.

He extended a towel on the floor so you could step on, now also barefoot, and still clinging to your small and thankfully water resistant backpack.

- You can also leave your bag with your shoes. I swear I won’t go through it. - He said trying to sound as less threatening and real as possible.
- Well, - you said - There’s nothing there anyway… - While placing the bag on the ground.
- I still promise I won’t go through it

The towel by your feet was soft and a little warm. Which made you realize this wasn’t some cleaning rag, you were stepping on a bath towel.

- So… - He started - I’m trying to understand how to proceed here.
- Proceed with what? - You asked confused.
- How to better put you in dry clothes so you can sleep.
- I’m sorry, what? - escaped your lips before you could process
- Well, you just told me you could be trying to “end things” - he actually air quoted - I’m not letting you out there stepping in front of other bikes
- I’m not… I didn’t - at some point during this whole time you stopped crying, and confusion took over - I did not stepped in front of your bike!
- Oh no… - He said sarcastically- you jumped. And then you rolled in the sidewalk

She tried to contest his interpretation of events but was interrupted.

- Listen, the only thing I’m trying here, is to clear my conscience that I did not let you do something crazy.

You took a deep breath
- Thanks - said defeatedly. This was too much confusion for one night. Was not worth it to fight.

You look at each other for a moment, both not knowing exactly what you were doing there.

- Ok, you walk through this door - he pointed the door to inside the house. - take the corridor in the left, first door to your left is a bathroom. Take your time. There’s a bath in there, you can soak up a little if tou want. I’ll put something for you to wear by the door.

When life gives you the lemons of an insolite situation, just kick back and bathe in lemonade because the opportunity might not knock twice. That’s exactly what you did.

Literally kick back and relaxed in a total stranger’s bath tub. The tub was an old model. With animal feets as support.

When you day started today, in another city, nothing prepared you for how life changing it would be. And even then, no one would have predicted where the day ended.

Wrapped in a towel you opened the door just enough to pick the clothes outside. Plaited pijama pants with laces on the waist, so you could adjust them, and an oversized pink floyd shirt.

You picked the incredibly wet clothes you were just wearing and removed her keys from the jeans and placed them in the pj pocket. Keys in a closed fist are a way of self defense, and you picked them with this purpose when he went to pick the floor towel.

You were a bit ashamed. He had been nothing but kind to you, but you still kept the keys.

You finally left the bathroom with the wet clothes rolled over each other. He was back in the kitchen.

- Hey - you said shyly- can I hang these somewhere?
- Give me.- he picked up and disappeared at the same door as before

You heard some pings and a door slamming.

- Tomorrow you get them dry - he went back to what he was occupied with before - I’ll have a tea, do you want something?
- No, no… - you said absent mindedly, listening to a faint persistent noise you recognized well - But thanks for asking. I actually just wanna sleep.

While you took your bath, he showered as well. Wearing something similar to your clothes now. His hair all combed back.

- That’s fair, we had some weird day today… - he said more to himself than to her
- Listen, I don’t wanna cause any trouble… About where to sleep.
- There’s no problem - he said finishing up his tea in a mug - You’ll sleep on the couch. Don’t worry, it’s very comfortable. I’ve slept drunk on it a few times already.

You were surprised on how everything was already decided and set. How many persons this guy had runned into you thought.

- Oh… Ok!
He looked at her, giving a sly smile.
- I told you, the only thing I’m trying today is to get a clean conscience
- No, no! - you said trying to undo any impression he had - I just thought it could be a hassle

He sipped his tea still looking at you.

- No hassle… Well, I’m off to bed. - he walked passed her in direction to the door right in front of the bathroom. - Good night!

He left you alone. The backpack and shoes were still by the door. He kept his promise of not touching them.

You got the phone from the bag. You heard it vibrating before and imagined how many calls were missed.

Seventeen.

Phone in hand you walked to the couch to settle for the night. He left a pillow and a blanket for you. How thoughtful…

Apparently, the whole events of the day took a toll on you. And you weren’t really aware until your body hit the couch. Used to your mind racing as soon as you lay to bed.

The only thought on your mind when adjusting under the covers was “wow… this couch really is comfortable” and in no time, was fast asleep.

Even the phone vibrating at hand, wasn’t enough to wake you. It vibrated until the number change to 18.

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He forfeited the use of the coffee machine, in the name of silence. So he brewed a pot of coffee using a Chemex aparatus.

The smell was what woke you up. For a few seconds right after opening your eyes, you had troubles understanding what part of your room was in front of you. The confusion took over your brain, and for a moment it was the most important thing at mind: Figure out why you didn’t recognize the room you woke up.

Until you remembered, and it all came to the surface at once.

You sat up smelling the air. The coffee smelled amazing. Strong, some hints of nuts and a sweetness that did not compromised the body. But you had just woken up. So it all translated in your mind to simply Good Coffee.

You walked barefoot in the hardwood floor to the kitchen. The guy (you didn’t even knew his name!) was making coffee wearing similar pijamas to yours and squared reading glasses.

- Good morning
- Ah, good morning, how did you slept? - He sounded happy and well rested. Not like someone who had a stranger fall asleep in his living room
- You were right - you approached the wooden island and sat in a bench - The couch is super comfy.
- With the right amount of alcohol, and the right sound track… - chef’s kiss!

You smiled on how weird this situation was and how not weird he was making it.

- Ok, I have two questions for you. - He said opening the fridge.
- Shoot
- How do you like your eggs?
- Scrambled. - you said perking up in the bench. Stomach growling low, you hadn’t noticed up until this moment how hungry you were- and the second question…
- What is your damn name? - he said closing the fridge

You couldn’t avoid laughing. He put you in a safe place, gave you shelter, a warm bath and a great night of sleep… Before knowing your name. You introduced yourself.

- Good - He dried his hand in a cloth over the counter and extended it to you - I’m Mike.
- Nice to meet you, Mike. Thanks for not running me over last night
- Well, thanks for not robbing me last night

Both ate in silence. Not much you imagined you could talk. You were just thankful to be eating.

- Is there somewhere you need to be? - he asked collecting the dishes

The question weighed on your belly. Yes there was. You didn’t wanted to be there, but there was.

- Yes. Sorry, you must have things to do as well…
- I do… But nothing urgent. I have time.
- I’ll get ready and go. Where is my clothes

He went out through the same door the night before and picked your things from the drier.

- Where do you need to be? -
You looked at him, confusing on what to answer and before you could say anything, he complemented. - I can take you there.

After you got dressed it was weird to put the damp shoes on and still protest on him trying to drive you out.

- I’m serious! You’ve done enough!
- And I’m also serious, I need to leave! Here… - He got dressed while you were changing. Reached into his back pocket and tossed her his unlocked phone. - You don’t need to tell me where it is where your going. Just give me the address and I take you.

You looked at him, half defeated and typed your home address. You had an idea. And it better work. You gave the phone back.

- See, - he said - It wasn’t so bad! I even let you wear a helmet this time!

You both went off by Bike. Something along the surreal aspect of the night before, made you more aware that you had to have your arms around his waist so you could better stand. He wasn’t imprudent, but he was fast. And in no time, you arrived at your address. He didn’t asked where he was leaving you, or asked to come up.

Something deep inside of you kinda wanted him to ask. You would find some sickly pleasure dragging him blindly to the mess of your life right now. But he did ask for something.

He reached into his jacket and gave you his phone again.

- Give me your number- it wasn’t a question- I’d like to check if you’re alive in the next few days

You smiled and typed your number and pressed call.

- Now I also have your number. - You lift your bag with your phone buzzing inside.
- Good. - he supressed a little smile - Use it. - He said putting back his helmet. - And watch out for strangers! Some dangerous people out there.
- I will. Bye

You waved as he left. As soon as you turned your back to face the building, you realized you had been smiling during this whole exchange.

But now it slowly died in your face. You felt a weight in your stomach, growing and threatening to come back through your throat. The eggs that were so nice and fluffy, felt sour…

- Morning, Isaac. - You said without stopping
- Morning… - The door man said in a low voice not trying to make more of a conversation, but he went out of his way to look as you went by.

He was on shift since last night, so he witnessed the whole show. You opening the elevator door with a bang, he asking if everything was ok, you with tears down your face stepping into the rain and disappearing under the heavy wether. God knows what happened after you left.

You placed the key in your door, took a deep breath and turned.

A voice came from inside the apartment calling your name as soon as you walked in

- Yes - You said without any implication in your tone - Unless someone else has the keys…
- What the hell? You know how many times I called you.
- Over 20 - you said leaving the bag in living room table and stepping inside the apartment

You walked into the shared office and started unplugging the laptop. Fitting into a bigger backpack. Charger, keyboard…

- Please, talk to me. - He was standing at the door. Trying to be composed, but his eyes had an urge for solving things.
- I have to go to work.
- You work home Office!
- Yeah… - you picked the bag without closing and brought it to your room - But we have an office, and I’m welcome to use it when I want. - you removed your clothes. - Today, I want.

You walked on just panties to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Locked the door, but every now and then, could hear the doorknob turning and trying to open.

You left the bathroom wrapped in a towel and another one in your head.

You walked past Adam and closed the door

- What are you doing? - and in a much lower voice, like just for himself - Where did you spent the night…

You dressed in automatic mode. Your conscience sat in the back of your brain, just watching what you’re doing and whispering some suggestions “that blouse fits with those pants” “the white sneakers goes great with the out fit”… “Get an extra set of underweare”.

The extra set of underwear went in the bag, along with a travel necessities bag, an extra shirt, and some shorts. You took the phone charger of the wall, by the side of the bed. Your side of the bed. You caressed the pillow and tears burned behind your eyes. You were alone so you let them fall and wiped them from your cheeks.

Went to your wardrobe picked another pair of underwear, another light shirt and shorts. Zipped the bag and tossed it over the shoulders. Adam was on the other side of the door.

- You can’t leave. - he said - not again. Not like this.
- I’m not leaving like yesterday - you kept walking to the door - I’m much calmer now.
- We have to talk! Please, I beg you! - he caved. He begged her to talk.
- I don’t need to talk to you right now… - Turning the key to leave.
- You do need to talk to me! - He burst - I’m your husband!!

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- Can we take five? - Mike said after a long drawn deep breath
- Dude - the guy on the other side of the glass said surprised, pressing the communication button - You been a monster today! Take an hour!
- Nah, my man… - Mike dismissed his compliment - I rather just take some time and wrap this earlier. How about that?
- It’s all good, man!

Mike took the phone out of his pocket and wrote the short, carefree and spontaneous message. He only had been perfecting it in his mind for the last 24h.

*So… Still alive?*

He sent the message and quickly pocketed the phone. He didn’t wanted to be staring at the screen and start wondering how long would it take for it to be read, to be answered…

In his mind, he was way pass this age… But wasn’t above falling for this trap.

He left the room and went out for some air. The sun was bright and a cool breeze was blowing. Was a nice change for the stale air from the studio. He adjusted his glasses and popped a gum between his teeth. Once a smoker, always someone fighting the oral fixation of cigarettes.

The faint buzz of a message received touched his leg.

His hands instinctively went to his pocket. He sighed… Forced himself to stretch his arms and neck, practice he should have adopted way earlier in life. And now was trying to catch up.

Finally gave in and picked the phone. He would feel really stupid if it just was a random notification and not a message. Fortunately, it was a message. The message he was waiting for!

*No - Sent from The Beyond*

He smiled. It wasn’t that bad of message after all. The dots moved in the screen, she was writing again.

*What are you up to?*

*Taking a break from work. How about you?*

*Wishing I was on a break from work*

He smiled. She was good at texting. And he could not deny he was counting hours to send a message without seeming desperate. And still showing concerns for her.

*What are your plans for today at 4?*

Deciding to be direct, he hoped not be too eager.

*I thought you were picking me up for coffee.*

Oh… she was good at this!

*How did you knew that?*

*We know a lot from the beyond 😉*

He smiled and convinced himself to go back to work. Now that he had one more good reason to finish everything as soon as he could.

The phone was kept out of reach while he was busy. He didn’t wanted to fall into the trap of checking for messages all the time. And he had a few couple of eyes on him, so someone could notice. And the roasting would be brutal.

He did finished earlier and finally checked his phone. There was a message

*I’m here*

Followed by a pin on the map.

Was not that far, an office building in the city center, which gave him some ideas to where to go.

This morning he knew he was going to text you. Did not know you would answer, did not knew you were going to meet him. And most of all did not knew that you would twist the invitation and ask him out!

But he did placed an extra helmet in the bike seat storage…

*I’ll be there.*

He replied and left.

At the meeting point he was calm, cool, collected… And 40 min early.

Mike sat at a bench and chewed another gum. He was just a tad bit surprised when he watched you leave the building talking on the phone, being yourself 30 minutes early from the agreed time.

You was wearing black skinny pants and a see through long sleeve. You had your hair down and flowy… And seemed mad as hell!

You were visibly arguing with whoever was on the phone and he had to admit… Was quite sight. He leaned back at the bench and watched imagining if you were going to see him at some point. He didn’t want to interrupt.

I mean, he was safe on the other side of the street, away from your fury and intended to keep that way.

You were clearly in the middle of a sentence when your eyes met across the street. “i gotta go” you mouthed and end the call. You walked towards him, smiling:

- Hey, did I made you wait much?
- No, I… - he smiled, could not let this go by… - I was enjoying the show

You blushed and smiled more.

- Oh, that… - you fumbled with the phone putting it away in your purse and trying to explain - That was… Was just…
- Hey - He stopped you - I’m sure whoever it was… They had it coming
- So - you tried, in vain, not to seem desperate to change the subject! - Did you brought me something?

He smiled knowingly

- I sure did! - Mike lifted the bike compartment and produced a helmet - For you
- Yey! - you celebrated - that’s exactly what I wanted!
- C’mon - He put his on - I thought of a place

Once more here you were. Holding his waist. Feeling torn on how weird and out of order this is. First you are almost in an accident together, than you are clinging to his waist, then you’re at his home, having a bath, sleeping under the same roof… And then you exchange names! You find humor in all of this, and feel yourself squeezing him a bit in a hug.

He took his eyes off the road for a split second, just to be sure he just felt you holding him. He smiled.

He drove into a big parking building. And you walked from there.

You talked amenities up until the cafe. It was palpable that you both had things to say. Things to ask. But both wanted to be ready… And both needed coffee.

He took a deep breath

- So… - Someone had to take the first step, now they were both seated, coffee in hands - How exactly are you? Are you… safe?

You laughed. Amused in his concern and how poorly he hid it.

- I am fine. - you enunciated the words calmly. Being sure to show in your words you were being true. - I am safe. And thanks so much for the concern. It means a lot to me.

He was about to let another question leave his lips when you remembered.

- And - you lift a finger - If I didn’t said enough… Thanks for taking me in the other night. I really didn’t knew where to go!
- Hey, no problem. Really - he smirked - thanks for not robbing me
- My pleasure! - and you both toasted with your coffee mugs

He had an odd look in his face as he looked at you.
- Is there something else you’d like to ask me? - you challenged him
- Yes- he straightened his posture - yes, there is.. are you really ok? Like, are you running away from something?
- Oh…

Yes, you were. Not in active, constant running, but you knew you were. You didn’t slept at your own place since the night at his apartment.

- Sorta… - you tried to put your thoughts together. How to convey you are in a difficult position, but not running from the law? - At that night I was kinda… running away from a situation.
- I see… - He noded - And that situation has a name?
- And social security number

You both laugh.

- Is it the situation that calls you all the time?
- How… - and it hit you.

Of course, if you heard your phone vibrating all of the time you were at his place. He heard it too!

- I’m not so much running now… As I am avoiding, you know?
- Giving yourself time to think?
- Exactly! - you sounded a bit too excited… but you were glad someone understood

Not that you were opening up about your life to anyone. Other than this stranger across the table, no one even knew you going through something.

And the conversation flowed easily. Another coffee, water, a soda. Something to eat.

Travels, day to day… It was a light conversation you both enjoyed a lot the company of each other. The end of the day was turning to night.

- Wow! We’ve been talking for hours!
- We did! - He wondered if you were trying to leave - tell me… Do you have to be back to your situation now?

You laughed.

- No, no… - you didn’t exactly knew what to say - I.. Well…
- I did not anticipate this to be such a hard question
- No! Well the quick answer is, no. I don’t have to go back to my situation now.
- Good - he nodded - If I may say, knowing very little of it… I’m glad you don’t.

He was nervous and didn’t expected that. Carefully choosing his next words. You noticed…

- Are you anxious?
- Yes… - he smiled - Well, as I said to you before. My couch, the right music, and the right alcohol combination are great.
- And you’re nervous about inviting me over? - you found endearing on how he was fumbling to ask you
- You know what? - he leaned closer over the table, you leaned as well and held your head in your hands - I am… And that’s… Ridiculous!

You both laughed.

- I mean… - He ran his hands through his hair - You’ve slept over already!
- I did.
- And I’m way pass this stupid getting embarrassed age…
- And… - you looked confused - How old is exactly that?

He smirked.

- I’ll be 50 on January
- You… I’m sorry, You what?? - you were truly surprised.

He was way way into his 40’s. And didn’t look the part. He laughed at your reaction. He was amused also by you having absolutely no idea who he was.

- What about you?
- 30. Turned this year. But I have a most important question

He looked at you intrigued.

- how old is the couch?

He laughed.

- It’s a baby. Not even one yet.
- So let’s go back and not leave it so lonely… - you smiled at him

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You both rode the bike to his apartment. He parked the right in front of the main stairs. You could finally look at the outside of the building and was marveled by what you saw. The whole facade was brown stone so well preserved. Contrasting with the green pending from some balconies, beautiful touch. You couldn’t remember seeing a balcony from his apartment.

What you did saw, a bit far too late, was that while dismounting the bike, he did reach for your hand at the same time you dismounted on the opposite side.

- Let me look at the building! - you said while inside your mind you were hoping he wouldn’t take it personally - It’s really beautiful. And very well kept plants!

He did… a little. Mike considered if he was taking it too fast, and if you wanted an out of this situation.

- I really liked this place the first time I saw. - Maybe that was the out you needed. - You wanna walk around and see the other buildings?
- No! - that was a tad too eager wasn’t it? Mike stifled a laugh with your prompt response - I mean, I barely know your apartment. Let’s start there.
- Fine by me

He went up the stairs to his apartment and you followed right behind him. You felt confuse on how everything was happening. Last time you were here, you were on survival mode. Getting out of the rain alive was a big success! You had other parts of your life crumbling apart to occupy your mind.

Those parts… Well, those parts were still crumbling apart as you walk up those stairs. But, you don’t care as much as you did the last time.

Mike slid the key into the door, and as you walked in to the now familiar kitchen looking around subtly smiling on how everything looked so nice… you walked straight into Mike’s back that abruptly stopped.

He turned around and held you by the arms.

- I’m sorry. - he looked appalled by something he did- I should have walked you through the front door! Not the kitchen!

You laughed and reached for his arm giving a light squeeze

- It’s okay… - his arm was kinda strong for a guy his age, maybe he worked out… - Last time we walked through this door, remember?
- Yeah, but last time we were soaking wet!
- No big deal - you made a dismissive hand gesture - But I do take some water right now

He went to the fridge and picked a closed water bottle for you. Handing you the bottle he asked
- You’d like something stronger also? - you just smiled wide - alright, got ya…

He went to the living room, removing his shoes before entering. You did the same, taking your water bottle.
He reached in a cabinet that open to a climatized wine cellar.

- Red?
- Sure

He poured your wine, and a glass for him. You both clinked the glasses in a toast. You already made yourself comfortable in the couch with both bare feet up and crossed legged.

- I’m gonna… - his thought was interrupted by a tiny vibrating noise in the middle of the room.

You both looked at your purse on top of the coffee table. Once more your phone rang

- Is that… - he pointed at the purse
- I believe it is
- Do you want me to scare him? - Mike had a devilish giggle in his voice - Gonna be fun!
- Tempting… - You said - but no, thanks… just let it go to voice mail.

The phone vibrating caught you in the middle of bringing the wine to your lips. It broke a little of your confidence right to this point. And Mike could see that

- Hey… - He sat at the coffee table in front of you, pushing your purse aside - don’t be bothered by that ok?

You smiled shyly and twisted the wine a bit in your hands while looking through the liquid at the bottom of the glass. Where no answer ever laid, but we look for, nonetheless. Mike reached to you and squeezed your knee.

- Do you want something else to take the edge off?
- Like what? - you asked, considering maybe something with a higher alcoholic content
- We could share a joint

Talking to strangers, check! Taking rides from strangers, check! Going to strangers house, check! And now she would be taking drugs from strangers! Ding ding ding ding! She completed the whole bingo card! Somewhere, her parents are wondering where they went wrong…

- Sure- you said uncertainly - I think I could try
- Try? - He said - Try, like in… for the first time?
You smiled sheepishly

- What can I say… - you started to take the glass to your lips - be gentle?

Smiling, Mike snatched the glass from your hands gently

- Tell me, and it’s ok if the answer is no - he was soft but serious, like a firm teatcher. And that did something to you - Do you really wanna try it?
- Yeah - you warmed to the idea… momma would be so proud - Yes, I do.
- Ok… - He drank your entire wine glass in one go. Reached for the water bottle unopened at the floor - This will be your drink for the night, young lady

He was definitely patronizing you. But in a way you could not deny you liked it.

- Wait… - you said while he downed his glass as well - really?
- Yep - he stood up - You are already trying something that might alter your mind for the first time. Let’s not push your luck. - he turned back to look at you and you had the open bottle in your hand. He point at it - Drink it.

You did. Were you really taking orders from him? Yes, you were…

He uncovered a panel in the wall, and turned a knob. All around you a very smooth orchestra started playing. Someone was singing in a language you could not quite recognize. With the light of the day fading outside, the mood setting was perfect. He flipped a switch, and spot of warm light lit the whole room.

Mike poured a scotch over some ice, and picked an already rolled cigarette from the box near the wine cabinet.

You were feeling so engulfed by the atmosphere he created in no time, you already had fell back in the couch making yourself comfortable.

He sat in front of you at the coffee table.

- You know this “Situation” of yours? - you nod - Know where he is? Outside. Along with all your problems.
You smiled, feeling soothed by his words. He continued
- Not even outside the door… They’re outside the gates, got it?
You happily nodded to all this he was doing.

He lit the cigarette in his lips, using a silver lighter that looked like an lamp straight from 1001 nights and gave it to you.

- Try to hold the smoke in a bit…. Then slowly let go.

You did it, chocked an coughed in the first try. You both laughed. The second time was a bit more successful. You tried to pass the cigarette to him and he waved you.
- Nah. I’ll be here if you need me. Drink some more water.

You did like he said

Mike placed an ashtray between you both in the couch.

You both spent a few minutes just sitting there. Mike was enjoying the buzz of downing two consecutive glasses of wine, while sipping a scotch. You were focused in smoking correctly, and drank water every now and then, when Mike ordered.

And then… you sucked in the smoke. And while trying to hold it in, you said

- What exactly… - you realease the smoke, he smiles… something tells him is kicking in - What exactly would you say on the phone?
- He… Hello? - he answered confused
- No! - you reach a hand to slap his arm - when the Situation called! Would you threat him?
- Ah… I see - Mike adjuted himself on the couch in order to face you - No, I would… Scream, I guess… Give him a propper scare. Maybe you’re right and not do that was the best choice, he could call the police
- Yeah, maybe. Maybe was responsible. - You sucked the smoke again. - I don’t wanna be responsible… Not for him anymore
Mike nodded.
- You know what I want? - you said in a hushed conspiratory voice
- What? - Mike mimicking your tone
- Could you… turn up the musice a bit more?
He laughed and stood up, you placed the ashtray on the floor. You were done smoking and your head felt light. You wanted to lie down. The feeling was not bad, you thought. Your problems really did seemed far and you wanted to enjoy the relaxing feeling. And the company.

Mike turned the volume a bit up. Not too much, he still wanted to listen to you. He capped his scotch and went to the kitchen. Brought you a second bottle of water.

- You’re done with smoking - he knelt closer to your head on the couch. - but still need to hydrate.

You took a sip. And reached for his face. He was so close, and being so nice. He turned his head to feel the palm of your hand and close his eyes with the touch.
You pushed your body up trying to reach his lips with yours. But your movements were slow, and he reached your face first with his hands and mirroed your gesture touching your face.

But, gently he pushed you back to lay down.

- You… - he seemed apologetical - you are not 100% yourself now. We get back at this in the morning.

You felt a mix of emotions. A little bit embarrassed of being turned down, but he was so sweet about it. And the reason… was that the most respectful stranger danger ever? Somewhere, you parents breath a sigh of relief. Not for your behavior, but for the stranger’s.

And you were feeling too light in the head and perhaps too high to dwell in this embarrassing feelings.

- What language is that we are listening?
Mike went sit to the other side of the couch, and tossed his legs up the sit, just like you did. Cradling your legs with his, one on each side of yours.
- Italian. I listening for as a research. Thought maybe you might like.

Absentmindedly he picked one of your feet and started rubbing your soles. You took a deep breath and sunk in deeper in the couch. He couldn’t refrain from a smug smiling watching your response to his touch.

- So you speak italian? - you slurred a bit the words. By this point, your worries weren’t out the gate, they were out of the planet!
- Parlo un po’.
- Prove it… - you clearly wasn’t in your right mind

Mike laughed. He lift your foot he was rubbing just seconds ago and started following the song playing, using your foot as a mic.

You belly laughed. Fighting between ticklishly pulling your foot from his hand and wanting him to continue. He was holding back his laughter but not letting it be in the way of giving his soul to the task at hand.

At last you could compose yourself a bit, and finally started listening to him. He was quite good! You propped yourself on your elbows.

- Boy, you really know your way around it don’t you?
- You mean singing? - and grinning- or foot rub?
- Both… - you smiled - But to be honest, you told me you were a musician.
- I did told you - he was still surfing the little high he felt that you had no idea who he was.
- What I did not know was that you were a… a… - Any resemblance of the word escaped you. So you tried the first in mind - Podiatrist?

You both laughed together. You fell from your elbows back in the couch. Wiping away tears of laughter you continued
- Pediatric - another round of laughter.

You both clearly under the influence not only of drugs, but each other. Trying to take back your breath he said

- I don’t think any of this are right…
- You know - you had your hands on your belly trying to squeeze the pain away - a Foot Freak!

He laughed… you were still trying to remember if there was an exact word for it.

- I’m not…-he was little by little taking his breath back - I just needed a mic, and your foot was near by.
- That’s exactly what a foot… FETISHIST! That’s it!
- Aha! I see…
- That’s exactly what one would do.
- I don’t think so - he went back to careless rubbing your foot.
- So what would one do?

He sighed and shrugged.
Caught you totally off guard when he lift your foot to his face. He met your surprised face with a grin.

Mike licked the inner side of your foot, from your heel to the arch. He did it painfully slow and without stopping looking at you.

You on the other hand, let yourself feel this entirely closing your eyes. Back arched back on the couch. A soft moan slipping through your parted lips when Mike sucked your big toe.

You felt the vibration of his lips when he moaned pulling your toe out of his mouth.

- I… I guess… This.
- Yes… - you said, your back still slowly going back to not being arched, eyes still closed. - I guess you’re right…

You lift your head and you both looked at each other. Both felt confused and unsure. You, very poorly trying to break the weird unnamed tension between you both

- There was a guy, - you started - he felt himself starting go to this dark side of foot fetish…

Mike raised one eyebrow, not sure where you were going with it.

- So he decided - you continued- he needed a change of air. He packed his bags and went to the airport. Took the first international flight he could find. The flight took away and he was feeling well, relaxed… that was a great idea - you started to let a a laugh scape between sentences. - So the captain started his announcements “ladies and gentlemen, this is you captain speaking. We are currently on cruise speed. 10.000 feet from the ground”… and the guy came.

It’s incredible the things you laugh of while high. This was the moment both of you lost completely. Both laughing with abandonment.

The conversation kept going between you both, but bit by bit both answers were becoming more unintelligible, taking more time to be replied…

Soon you were both asleep. Cradled in each other.

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Your eyelids were so heavy. You could perceive the light of the day, filtered by the thin curtains, some shapes… A groovy music beat is melting with the birds singing. But the strongest, most overpowering sensation, was the smell of coffee. Fresh brewed coffee so close, you could taste it.

- Hello… - you listen so faintly, is like a low whisper in your ears

You forced a bit and open your eyes and shapes are beginning to make sense. One very distinct shape seems to be looking over you. It reaches you and rubs your arm softly.
Mike was sitting at the coffee table. A mug of coffee in his hands and another sitting by his side.

- Morning… - His voice still a bit hoarse. He must have just woken up
You gathered all your strength and sat up. He came closer and placed the warm mug in your hands and left for the kitchen.
Your strength found its way back to you. Standing up and taking a sip of coffee. Damn, that was a good coffee.
- Good morning. - You said rubbing your eyes. - How did you sleep?
- Great, and you?
- That’s the most well rested I felt in ages. - You sat at the stool for the kitchen island on his opposite.
- Great! - He said smiling - Feeling like your self again?
- Definitely- you answered, but you had a feeling this wasn’t the first time he asked you this.
- Nice… - he said, and without a beat - let me just get something here…
He walked around the counter in your direction. Placed his hand on the back of your chair and turned you to face him.
Mike towered over you with hands on each side of you over the counter.
- You know… - He said, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. His eyes darting from yours to your lips- I’m so glad you feel like yourself again…
- Oh… - Just now you remembered when he said the same to you last night.
He lifted your chin with two fingers. The most devious smile crossed his lips. Your breath hitched when he latched his lips on yours. He held your face to keep you close, and without moving his lips he took a deep breath through his nose. Wanting to consume not only your taste, but also your smell.
When his tongue passed through your lips, you wellcomed his eager but caring kiss. You rose one hand to the back of his neck, and the other in his chest. You felt his heart pounding through, accelerated, and couldn’t help but smile.
He lowered his hands from your face to your waist. Taking advantage of your disheveled clothes from a night sleeping on the couch, he easily found a way under your shirt and kneaded your skin.

His lips had a hint of coffee, as you were sure he also felt in yours. You were glad he made you wait until now. You felt grounded, felt really present. He moaned softly against your lips when you ran your hands through his hair.

He slowly pulled himself from you. With the absence of his lips on yours, was like reality arrived to the center of your awareness in full throttle.

- This was so worth the wait… - he murmured with his forehead rested on yours

When you didn’t reply or had any reaction he took to exam your expression. Still helding you, he watched your deer in the headlights eyes.

- Are you ok? - He caressed your face - say something…
You took a deep breath and in one exhale said
- I’m married…

He took a moment to process the small piece of information you just relayed on him.

- Say something else, please…
- I’m sorry - You said like it changed something
- Is this true? - You noded - You mean, I have been since yesterday coming very hard on to a very married woman?
- That’s not how I remember. - You said trying to ease how things were more complicated than they seem - The way I see, yesterday I tried to kiss you, and you very politely waited until I was no longer under the influence.
- Well, that sure is different than what I understood.- He said, trying to make his point and consciously not letting go of you. - The way I see, you tried to kiss me and I refused so you could be aware if you really wanted. Than, I proceed to put myself on the other end of you to try to stop myself from going back on my word… Only to end up licking the bottom of your feet and sucking your toes!
- Oh - you laughed - Yeah, that happened…
You felt a shiver going through your spine remembering that.
- That’s your situation, right? - You noded again - Well, I imagine things aren’t going great, or else you wouldn’t be here. - He held you a bit more tight to emphasize the word here. Not only “here” in his home, but “here” in his arms…- Care to elaborate?

***
POV:

It was the day of the heavy rain… Before the rain, I was in another city, at a work trip. Everything was great, until 3 days before dead line we had to wrap it up earlier because onde of our main parts in the whole shooting got injured and would not go on. We had to make do with what we had so far.

That meant delivering all the equipment and vacancy the set before the date. Which meant economy of the rental. Great!

I tried calling my husband to tell what happened. No answer. I packed my bags and checked the possibility for rescheduling my flight. As luck goes, I had an opportunity for later that same day!

I went to the airport, calling him all the way. Sending him messages to let him know my change of plans.

My flight took forever! I was stranded flying circles around the airport waiting for better conditions to land. My mind was just on going back home.

After 20 minutes, we were able to get a weather slot to land.

As soon as I landed, I turned on my phone. All messages were delivered, none was read, even less answered. My mind went to the worst possibilities.

The rain was relentless. I went through hell to get an uber. I had to bribe him with a high tip so he would not cancel like so many did!

The trip took one hour longer than already was. All the way I was calling him and sending messages. Pleading to everything to be ok with him.

Maybe, maybe his phone was lost! Maybe it fell in the water.

My eyes watered thinking of all the things could have happened to him. A car accident, a home accident.

Completely distraughted, I arrived at my apartment. Paid the fare and the promised tip and stumbled out of the car, in the rain.

I went up the elevator and as I put my keys in the door, I thought “This is it… This is how my life changes for good”

I had no idea how. But I was sure it would.

I opened the door, but did not called for him. In my mind the only thing worse than call him and not hearing an answer, would be calling him out and hear him moaning in pain as a response.

Well, even though I didn’t called… I did herd him moan

I dropped my bags on the ground silently and went to the room, our room. And started hearing another voice, a female voice.

I put my hand in the door knob of my bedroom, and open.

You know when people catch someone in bed with another person? Well I caught my husband against the wall.

You can imagine what kind of damage this does to a relationship.

He said all the cliches “I can explain” “It’s not what it looks like” “This means nothing”

Surprisingly he said some of that with his dick still inside her.

I can only imagine how devaluating must feel to hear “This means nothing” of a guy who’s still inside of you.

And I said… I said… Well, I said nothing. We like to think we’ll have the perfect come back, but words just fail to appear.

I just looked at that scene, it seared in my brain. And left.

I picked my bag. My husband calling my name. He couldn’t come after me, he had to put clothes on.

And I ran. The door guy saw me running. He asked if everything was ok… It was not, but I didn’t stay to explain. I had to run because my husband would be soon down there also and I did not want to face him. I went out in the rain.

Where was I going? Well remember when I said words failed to appear? Any thoughts fail to appear. I just wanted to disappear in the rain. And so I did.

Until I was almost ran over by a bike…

***

By the end of this story, both of you were back on the couch. You had a mug in your hands and a thousand yards stare. Elbows on your knees sipping coffee every now and then to help the story flow.

Mike heard you without interrupting. Letting it all spill out of you like you needed so badly. His hands were under your shirt, rubbing your back,
Just like you support someone getting sick kneeling at the toilet.

In the same way, you just needed to get it out of your system

- That was fucking brutal… - Mike said - Kinda disappointed I didn’t yelled at him over the phone…
You chuckled.
- I’m sorry I dumped all that on you!
- Hey… Don’t worry. That was world class gossip!
You laughed
- I’m glad it amused you…
- No, not like that… Listen - he placed his arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer - it’s good to talk about things like that.
- It felt good to talk… - you admitted - That was the first time I told this story out loud.
- See, you needed that… I’m glad I was here to listen to you. - He thought a little - and to bring you somewhere safe that night! You were out of your mind in the street!
- I was! -You laughed- Now you know why…
- I do…

A silence fell between you both. You felt something you didn’t wanna feel. You felt like too much. A burden, a work in progress…

Mike was a cool guy, nothing short of a gentleman so far. You didn’t wanted to drag him into this mess of your life now. Which was such a shame. You had a great time, pretending your problems didn’t existed while with him. But they did, and you couldn’t hide from them no more.

- Well, - you said pulling yourself away from him - this was… fun. Thanks for having me over. I cannot thank you enough…
You got up from the couch and started to walk away, when you felt his hand, on your wrist. His big hand, easily wrapping around the wrist, without a way of you letting go.
- And where exactly are you going?

You look a bit alarmed by his words. Where exactly were you going? That was a good question and you really liked to know the answer!
- Listen, Mike… I can’t force you into this mess
- Force me? - He asked raising his eyebrows
- You just heard the mess my life is now!
- Do I have a say in this?
You paused. In what? Your marriage? The crumbling of this institution in your life?
- A say? How?
- Come here…
Mike spread his legs and pulled you you by the wrist just enough that your between them. He tapped his thigh with his hand in an universal sign for you to take a sit. Without much thinking, you did, and placed your arms around his neck. It just felt natural to do that. He wrapped his arms on your waist.
- I have a question for you… - he said looking into your eyes - And you can be completely honest with me.
You noded.
- Are you going back to your husband?

That question hit you like a train. It felt foreigner to be asked this. Was it possible? To go back to the life of before. After watching him railing another woman in your bedroom. Leaving was your first decision after what happened, and it seemed you didn’t even made this decision. Much like you don’t decide to get a fever to fight an infection, you didn’t decided to leave. Your body took that decision for you.

- I didn’t realize this was a possibility - you said
- Of course it is - he said, once again brushing your hair behind your ear - The point is… Do you want to?
You took a deep breath. You trusted the decision your body made for you.
- No. - you said - There’s no going back
Mike smiled
- Than what’s the rush in leaving?
- Is not about me going back - you tried to get up but he pulled you back with his arms still on your waist. - It’s about the mess my life is now! I have a divorce in front of me, before of that, I have to get my stuff back from my house… Were you ever married?
He noded the whole time while you vented, and was surprised by the question.
- I was. And I know how ugly divorces can get.
- See! You understand!
- I do understand… - He lift his hands to the back of your head - but what makes you think I want out?

He pulled your face closer and kissed you. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. This was the second time this morning he surprised you with a kiss out of the blue.
He was much more eager this time.

You softly bit his lower lip, and he moaned a rumble that came from within his chest.

- So… - He said, eyes still closed - Why do you wanna go away?
- I don’t… - you said between kisses on his chin, his neck…
- Then stay… - he said in a voice not more than a whisper.
- I will…

Your phone blared in the coffee table. During the night before, at some point fumbling with your phone, you managed to turn the sound back on.

You jumped from his lap and Mike was too caught in the surprise to prevent you from doing so.

- It’s him. - you said. The little heart after his name in the contact making you stomach turn. You had to change this
- Somehow, I hate this guy even more…

You answered. Pacing back and forth while talking, you were very monosyllabic. Mike stood up and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later you walked after him

- I have to go… - You said
- Here we go again… - Mike was finishing scrambled eggs and plating them for both of you.

You walked behind him and hugged him from the waist, burying your face at his back.
- I have to go - you said with a muffled voice - But I’m not leaving.
He turned back and held you.
- You are eating breakfast first.

You smiled. Both sat at the counter side by side. You had no idea you were so hungry until the cooked eggs smell reached you.

- What did he wanted? - Mike broke the silence
- He is going on a trip, or at least is what he said. - You both scoffed - He leaves tonight, and I wanna grab somethings while he’s at home.
- Can’t you pick them after he leaves?
- I don’t want to give him any reason to say I tampered with his stuff
- Would he do that?
- I don’t know - you sneered - if you asked me last week if the guy I promised to spend my life with would fuck another woman in my bedroom I’d say “Hell no!”
- Fair point. I’m taking you there. - he said without a pause or the implication of a question. He was just affirming.
- You… are? - you said trying to understand - on your bike?
- I have a car. Just haven’t had the chance to show you.

You paused and looked at him. Trying to process all of this.

- Why?

He just looked at you. His eyebrows up high, chewing his breakfast.

- Why all of this? Why do you wanna help so much

He chuckled… pulled you closer and kissed you.
- Because… - He caressed your cheek - you’re a mess!
- Geez, thanks - and smiled
- And people that are a mess are the truest and most fun.
- Are you a mess also? - you asked smiling

Mike stood up and picked the plates shaking his head and smiling

- Oh… - he said - You have… no idea.

This… you thought, had the potential to be fun!

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- I brought you here!

Parking the car in front of your building. Your husband’s building… Ex husband… You had no idea what to think of that anymore.

- Yeah…
- Were you here alone?
- I was, I mean… He was here.

Mike scrunched his face, while opening the door.

- Not a very smart move. You don’t know what this guy is thinking anymore!

He… He had a point, you thought.

- You are correct, actually…
- I have a sister - He shrugged - and a fair share of friends that I helped move out of ex’s houses.

You both walked away from the Jeep he drove there. You’d have plenty of space to bring whatever you want from the apartment.

- How do you wanna go about it?

A pit formed in your stomach while crossing the hall of the building. You remember how fun you thought would be to toy with Alan, and bring a random guy to your apartment in the next day following the D day.

And here you are! Bringing a guy to the place you shared with your not so soon to be ex husband. And the sensation wasn’t as much fun as you expected.

Mike on the other hand seemed excited to play the part. He wanted to go some sort of good cop/bad cop kinda deal.

- I just wanna get this over with. - a little sigh of defeat in your voice, made Mike reach for you around your shoulders
- Hey hey… It will end soon, we get in, pick things, get out!
- Yes!
- But we can have fun along the way!

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

- Maybe a little… - you finally agreed
- Nice… - Mike said keepin his eyes on the numbers going up in the elevator

You take a deep breath and knock on the door, Mike leans against the wall:

- Don’t you have the keys?
- Well - you ponder - last time I walked into this apartment without knocking…
- Ok, - Mike smirks - gotcha

The door opens. Adam can only see you at first.

- Hey, I’m sorry for the short notice, I have to go…
- Ok - You say and walk in

Right as Adam was closing the door, Mike extended his hand and stopped it.

- What’s up, man…

Mike walked right pass Adam without giving him much of attention. Despite their height being similar, Mike carried him self in an extra confidence that made him seem way bigger.

- Excuse me- Adam said- Do I know you?
- I don’t know you. - Mike said without turning around - I’m here for her.
- Over here, Mike - you called from the bedroom
- Mike… - Adam muttered to himself, but high enough that Mike heard

Adam tried to catch up, but as soon as Mike was in the room, he closed and locked the door.

- Did you scared him? - you hushed
- Not so much - Mike smiled - But he’s still processing that I’m here.

Mike couldn’t help but sense some sort of faint recognition in Adam.

- This bag is mine - you hand Mike a wheeled travel bag - can you please empty it?

Mike open the zipper and see it’s full of men’s clothes. He dumps everything on the floor and pass it back to you. You laugh and start piling up your stuff in it. No time for proper packing.

He looks around the room trying to find something to help.

- Which wall?
- What? - You answer confused. He signs with an all around gesture.
- Oh, that one.
- Ouch - he flinched - Saw it right as you were walking through the door.
- Yep.
- Maybe we scare him the same way… I unlock the door and we let him catch us. - He word it so an passant while opening drawers and emptying them in another bag

You look at him knowing he is joking and trying to make light of the situation. He had to be, right? And decides to play along.

- Would be a nice idea… But could you pin me against the wall?
- Excuse me? - He looks playfully offended

You chuckled.

- Put your back to the wall.
- Are you serious? - you asked confused

He sustained your gaze. You thought this was crazy. Your more practical and realistic mind wanted to tell him to cut it out… Your body just dropped the last bit of clothes in your bag and walked across the room to meet him.

He placed his hands in your waist and tightened his grip.

- On 3 - you nodded - One… two… Three

You felt his hands tight in you and gave a little jump to help. He took a step forward and when you both were on eye level, he pressed your body with his torso against the wall. Your legs were wrapped on his waist, his palms under your butt to help keep you in place.

- Wow! - you let it slip a bit louder you expected - Ok, you proved your point.
- I’m just old, not dead… - his eyes burrowing into yours
- Alright… alright… - you moved your arms from his shoulders to around his neck - Now put me back on the ground…

Mike let you slip, without putting you down. He kept looking into your eyes from a bit above.

- Why? - he asked in a deep hushing voice

You noticed your hips were now at same level, and his was pressing against yours. Soon his mouth was on your neck, and you let a moan through your lips. While he scrapped his teeth in your skin, you reach to grab his hair.

- You want me to stop? - He asked with his face still burrowed in the base of your neck
- No… - You squeezed your legs around him, while your hips looked for friction on his - Don’t stop…

Feeling you grinding against him, he slowly tossed his head back and sucked air through his teeth

- Mmm… what a good girl…

“Good girl”, that hit you different… No one never called you liked that, but it pulled some strings in your core you were not expecting. You felt like you could melt right there in his arms. Becoming a puddle right at his feet, just because of two words. This long, dragging foreplay you were involved since the last night and seem to not have an end in sight, unless you both had sex right there. Eye for an eye with Alan.

Your reaction did not went unnoticed:

- You like being called a good girl? - his low husky voice was smooth in your senses, seeming to hit every right spot in your mind.

You nodded with big doe eyes on his. He gave a half smirk,calling you like that also had it’s effects on him.

- I’ll remember that, don’t worry… - one of his hands left your butt and went to your face. He cupped your cheek softly

Swiftly his hand moved and he squeezed your face between his fingers and thumb. Your eyes grew wider on his. Mike’s hips ondulating against yours, and you could not ignore the volume you felt growing there…

- What about a naughty girl…?

The corner of your lips slightly tugged up hearing this. He continued.

- Up here, against the wall… Hoping to get caught… You like that?
- You bet… - you said confidently

Mike smiled and approached your face. His lips grazed yours…

Adam tried the door knob. Finding it locked, proceeded to booming his fists against it.

- Open up! We need to talk!
- No we don’t! - Mike answered
- I wasn’t talking to you…

Mike sighed, and helped you back to your feet.

- I hate him even more!

You chuckled, and supressed a “me too”.

- Do you… - you gestured to the general area of Mike’s crotch - need a moment?
- No… - Mike looked down realizing how ready he was to take you right there - He interrupted us. Fuck him…

You went to the door to unlock. Adam burst into the room, looking at you both accusingly.

- What’s going on here? - Adam inquired
- I’m picking up my stuff, and you are interrupting!
- You know what I’m talking about…

A silence fell in the room. Nobody dare to be the first to clear out the subject until Adam glanced at Mike and back at you.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - you said
- Are you fucking Mike Patton?!?

Mike stifled a laugh, doing a terrible job at it.

“I could be, if you haven’t knocked on the door” you were able to prevent this though to come out from your lips, but barely…

- Who am I fucking is none of your business! - You elevated your voice - It stopped being your business, when I caught you fucking one of my friends!
- WHAT?!?! - Mike couldn’t believe his ears - You totally left this part out of the story!
- I’d like to have this conversation in private… - Adam said lowering his voice, trying to exclude Mike from the conversation.
- And I’d like to have your dick out of Steffany! But some things can’t be undone, can they??

Adam face was red, filled with anger and shame as he left the room. Mike’s face was also flustered but from trying too hard not to laugh on how you served his ass back to Alan.

You finished packing some clothes in silence, shaking from pent up anger. Tears blurred your eyes while you both finalized the job in silence. Mike placed the big bag in the floor and closed the door softly. He approached you.

- Close your eyes…

As you did, the tears you been holding back fell to your face. Mike used his shirt to wipe them away.

- He doesn’t deserve to see your tears…
- It’s frustrating… - you started explaining yourself, but Mike hurried to stop you
- I know it is. But he doesn’t deserve them anyway…

You both left the apartment without another word to Adam, that was hidden away in the kitchen.

You emanated waves of energy of so much you wanted to say, to yell at Adam, but prevented yourself to not let yourself get carried away.

Both walked into the elevator in silence. While the door closed, Mike said:

- If you want to scream…

You needed nothing more to be said. Your scream echoed through the elevator shaft. During maybe three floors down.

When the doors opened, the door man was awaiting to face the murderous scene he was expecting after the screams. All he could find was you with a much lighter demeanor and Mike with a smile in a mix of pride and surprise.

After packing all the bags in the car, both of you were back in the front seats. Emotions in an all time high.

- Well - said Mike - That was something…
- Mike… - you said, eyes fixed in front of you - Who the fuck ARE YOU?

***

When you finally parked at the hotel you were staying, you had been through the speed version of Mike’s career so far.

- How did I knew none of that??
- Well, - Mike said matter of factly - for the first 20 years of my life you weren’t born, so…
- Oh yeah… - you laughed - there’s that.
- So you did a lot of stupid stuff while growing up and was a rock star?
- What makes you wonder - Mike slammed the car trunk - I stopped doing stupid stuff?

You smiled.

While carrying your bags to your room, Mike got a call.

- Yeah man, what’s up? - his face got serious suddenly - Holy fuck… - he whispered

He was still helping you out with the bags, but you could see he was a bit frantic on the phone.

- I’m so sorry… - he said as soon as he hang up. - But I have to go. We were wrapped up on everything today, I totally forgot I had this thing!
- Sure! Hey no problem, you helped so much today.

You were at your door and he helped put the bags inside.

- I … - he looked torned - I have to go… I’m sorry.
- That’s ok! We will talk.
- We will… - He said not wanting to leave.

You were almost tossing him out of the door. He seemed frantic to leave, but fighting the urge to stay.

He finally left and you close the door behind him. So much happened. That was a lot to go through with someone you barely knew. You liked him, but at the same time you had a weight in the pit of your stomach… Like you were afraid he left for good. You felt like too much again. A burden.

You picked the phone, to send a message. As soon as you opened the conversation with him, there was a rapid knock on the door.

You stood up confused. As soon as you opened the door…

Mike took two steps inside your room and pressed himself against you. Holding your face with his hands and diving into your lips.

You were startled at first, but soon relaxed into him. You held your arms around his neck. He ran his hand behind your head and pressed you firmly agains him.

- I did not wanted to go… - he said some what breathlessly.
- I know. - you answered
- I wanted to stay and…
- I know - you smiled

He went back to your lips like his air depended on that. The stubs of his beard scratching your skin, his tongue pressed against yours.

- I… I just… - He fought for words - It’s work… - You nodded - I give everyone so much shit when they’re late and I forgot this.

You laughed

- It’s work! You don’t have to explain to me.
- But I want you there…
- What?
- Tomorrow- He gave you a peck on your lips - I have this thing, this gig, at a Hotel.
- Oh yeah…? - You had no idea what a gig at a hotel meant
- I pick you up at 18:30 how about that?

You smiled… He wasn’t leaving.

- Really?
- Yeah! - He had a great smile - Don’t you wanna hear me sing? See if I’m not lying to you?

You laughed

- Sure I want to!
- That’s great… - And kissed you again… Slowly, savoring the taste of your lips, memorizing the texture of your tongue… the shape of your neck against his hands… - Now I really have to go…
- Bye…

He went out the door. You were left with the heat of his body against yours, and the smell of his perfume in your clothes.

So much to process… So much happened since you woke up in his couch.

You thought on lying your head agains the pillow for a second just so you could organize your thoughts. And soon… you slept… With a silly smile in your face.

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You woke up softly, the orange light in your window let you know that the day was nearly over. Without thinking much you prepared a bath.

After the night you met Mike, you purposely chose a hotel room with a bath tub. Picked your phone and took it with you in the tub. Choosing a song to set the mood, you absentmindedly typed Mike’s name in the search bar and was surprised by the countless songs presented to you.

You decided against choosing one. Tomorrow you would hear him live, and it was going to be a surprise. You chose some pepped up jazz. And Opened your message app.

5 messages from Adam, that were promptly archived.

2 messages from your sister: “Hello, stranger! Hope everything is ok” and “You been quiet lately” That one demanding more attention than you were planing to grant now.

2 messages from Mike “I hope I made myself clear on how much I wanted to stay…” it brought a smile to your face. And “Just fyi, the hotel tomorrow is the palace”. You read the message again. And again. “The Palace….” You replied “THE” “Palace?” in two separate messages. “The Palace, by the beach, The Palace?”. And answering specifically the first message “Loud and clear… ;)”

You placed the phone by the floor and submerged in water. Taking some time to stay quiet under there. Meditatively releasing bubbles of air through your lips, until you finally came back to surface.

Just in time to hear your phone buzzing with a message.

“Good…” Mike replied to your loud and clear.

“Yes! That Palace” “Whatcha doing?”

You sent a picture of your feet rested in the rim of the bath tub. A smiling devil face was the reply

“What are you dressing tomorrow?” You were trying to get a feel of what to wear.

“I’m gonna dress like a mob boss”

“Nice”

So, you found out he was not going to be of any help. You had an idea of what to wear. Actually you had just one dress in mind. But… it needed something else.

“Hey sis!” You sent the message you have been dreading “I need to buy some shoes… Come with me and we have coffee?”

“Sure!” The answer didn’t took long “Want me to pick you up, I’m near by”

“NO!” You laughed without humor, dreading the talk to come “I’ll tell you where to meet me.“

***

You picked this dress all rolled up in a ball and tossed in your bag, right before Mike pinned you against the wall in the previous day. You had no idea it would come in hand so soon. The lady that tide up your hotel room saw it splayed in the bed and advised you to send to them so they could iron it. You were forever thankful!

One could not go wrong with a black dress. The light fabric hugged your figure without being too tight. It fell till right below your knees. The back open til below your waist. You considered sending a picture of you wearing it to Mike, but decided against it. Wanted it to be a surprise. And if he said something about the dress, you probably wouldn’t have an alternative anyway.

“HE DID WHAT?” Your sister couldn’t help to say it, while you casually stated the reason you left home, while holding up two choices of heels so she could chose. “Did you murdered him? You need help hiding the body?”

“No, no… He’s still alive” you said putting one shoe in each foot so she could see you wearing it.

“WHY???”

“I don’t wanna go to jail… I have a party tomorrow. Right or left?”

“You better get drunk and fuck a hot guy!” The store attendant wasn’t even pretending not to pay attention anymore.

Hellen continued “Left, they make your legs look longer”

Now, looking at yourself ready in the mirror, you agreed with her. A few splashes of perfume just as Mike knocked on the door. He sent a message saying was on his way. And maybe the front desk mistake him from a guest, since he went up with you in the previous day. Point is, you were catch by surprise when opened the door and he delivered exactly what he said: Mob boss.

Mike had his hair combed slick back and a thin frame dark glasses matching his golden watch. A smooth black suit with a dark burgundy shirt underneath the jacket.

- Take a look at that… - he said slowly removing his glasses - could you? - he moved his fingers in circle.

You took a turn so he could see your entire outfit. When you were back to face him, he had both his hands over his heart.

- I can’t even step inside your room, or else we’re not leaving.

You laughed and close the door behind you, getting your clutch with one hand, and taking his extended hand in the other. He pulled you closer, splaying his hands in your uncovered back

- Would I ruin your make up if I kiss you?

- Not at all… - Even with your permission, he kissed you softly.

- I have to tell you something I forgot.

- Oh my God…

- There are some people going with us. Backing vocals, our sound guy, the manager that arranged it all… It’s quite a big car.

- Haha Like a school trip? - you mocked to mask a bit of your nervousness

- Like that… But maybe a more immature crowd

Of course you knew it wouldn’t be just the two of you in this. But you were expecting to meet people at the hotel. You made a good job appearing calm.

- Let’s meet the gang! - You both walked down the hall with arms around each other’s waist

- Are you… - you could say by his smile, he was about to tease you - wearing anything under this dress? - You gasped and clutched imaginary pearls

- Of course I am… - He smiled, kinda relieved you were into this game

- Maybe ask me again later…

He looked at you with arched eyebrows. This was the most excruciatingly long foreplay ever.

It really was a big car. A big black van, with tinted glasses. When you both approached a guy from the front passenger seat jumped down and open the sliding door for you. Extending his hand to help you up.

- Ma’am - He was quite a young fella! Maybe early twenties - Mike told us to be on our best behavior

- I just told you not to be a dick! - Mike said

- But that’s half my personality…- He sounded defeated. - I’m Mickey, by the way!

He was a thin tall guy, very white, barely any facial hair. Inside the car, there were two beautiful black girls. Both wearing similar black dresses, and wide smiles. You couldn’t help but feel a bit more welcome seen their reaction to you. Mike boarded the car right behind you.

- These are Lynn and Eddy.

- Hey! How are you?

- And our driver is Greg - Mike patted the guy’s shoulder - My manager until further notice.

Greg was wearing a Coppola hat and waved at you through the mirror and started the car ready to go. With the car in motion, Mickey loosed the belt and twisted himself to you both.

- So… - he had a smile from ear to ear - You’re the lady that made Mike late yesterday, huh??

- I’m so sorry for that… - before you could continue everyone in the car protested

- They had a field day with that! - Mike confessed

- Everybody here already got chewed out by Mike for being late! - Mickey explained - Thank you for letting us get our revenge!

- I’m just very particular with our schedules… - Mike tried to ease things on him

- So is this an old guy thing? -The van erupted in laughter

- If no one’s gonna say it I will! - Mickey announced - I liked her!

You squeezed Mike’s arm as to assure him you were joking. He leaned in and gave you peck on the lips. You could not stop noticing Mickey with his head supported by his hands, looking dreamily and smiling at you both. He was set on making Mike as embarrassed as possible.

- So… How did you guys meet? - Mickey asked almost singing

- Mike almost ran me over with his bike

- Damn it, Mike! - Lynn said from behind you both

- Such a gentleman, our boss!

- Mickey, - Greg said something for the first time - get your ass back in the seat we’re almost there!

Mickey finally faced the front of the car for the first time during the ride. But he did not shut up. Greg was answering monosyllabic, but not mad. Something told you this was the modus operandi of both of them. Soon you were parking an internal garage of the hotel. Greg disembarked and talked to a guy in a suit. The same guy reached for the door and opened.

- Hello everyone… Mr. Patton. - he nodded specifically to Mike. The guy continued - There’s a room where you guys can prepare. The rest of the band is in contiguous apartment, instruments already set. - He went on like enumerating a list that was prepared. - Party, is on the rooftop. I’ll be by the door to help any of you.

- Thanks, man - Mike reached and shook his hand.

You observed all this exchange so foreigner to you. And at the same time, appearing so routine to Mike. He climbed out the van first. Helped you down, and right after helped Lynn and Eddy. All that while holding the door to prevent Mickey to leave the car. He let go when Mickey was halfway trying to climb out through the window.

- Does this - you said to Lynn pointing at them both - Happens a lot?

- Honey, - she put one incredibly well manicured hand at your shoulder - All! The Fucking! Time!

- They try very hard to drive us insane… - Eddy pondered and completed - They are very effective at it!

Everyone walked through the corridors. The guy that wellcomed the van was walking a little at front, Mike and Greg side by side of him. You and the girls fell a few steps behind them. You were talking and mutually complimenting all the black dress choices. The first elevator ride would take you guys to the room everyone was to get ready. The second would take everyone to the rooftop with a view to the entire beach. At the room, some people were already waiting. Mike and Greg talked to all of them. The girls went to the make up station.

- I need a setting spray!

You went to the window, the view was great. Suddenly you felt a hand in your back.

- Sorry, I kinda left you hanging… - You turned to him smiling

- Hey! You’re doing your job! - Your hands on his chest while he held you by the waist. - This is so different! I’m loving seeing this side of your work.

- Really? - he smiled. He fell relieved you weren’t feeling left out

- Yeah! Besides… - you turned your back at him - Look at this view! -He laughed and kissed your neck.

- I’m gonna start warming up my voice, everyone is getting ready. And I really won’t be able to be with you right now - You were ready to say it was ok, when he completed - Do you want to go to the rooftop and enjoy the party a bit?

- Oh… That’s an option?

- Sure it is! -You were so entrapped on following them, you forgot you didn’t have to be following everything around them.

- I do actually! See you soon?

- Of course! - He said and directed you with a hand on your back to the door.

On the other side, the body guard was awaiting.

- Edgard, - Mike casually throwed - Could you show my lady the way to the rooftop ?

“My… Lady…?” You thought.

- Sure thing, Mike!

You followed him over the other elevator, when the door opened he said:

- Just follow straight to this corridor, you’ll be there!

- Thanks, Edgard!

- Miss, - He said holding the elevator door- It’s open bar, just order whatever you want.

- Ooh, thanks!

The place was incredible! An all around view from the 40th floor. You saw where Mike would be performing soon, a small stage with all the instruments already set up. The bar was right across the stage. You approached and asked for a Cuba Libre. After went straight to the border. Took a selfie with the beach behind you and sent to your sister.

“Working on getting drunk”

“And the hot guy??” She answered almost immediately.

“On his way!”

She sent an string of emoji’s without any meaning in specific. Just her way of showing excitement for you.

It was a hot day, and the icy cuba libre in your hands felt so conforting and refreshing that it didn’t last long. As soon as you set the glass down, a waiter materialized himself to collect and offer you a glass of champagne. That you gladly took it. Everyone around you had a glass and waiters were all hands on deck to assure no one could second guess they ever had an empty glass in their hands.

You took your first champagne too fast. It made you realize you were perhaps a bit anxious. About seeing Mike perform, without knowing any of his songs. Without realizing, the second flute was full in your hand. Boy, those waiters were fast…

You saw Greg walking around the crowd. His head turning like he was looking for a familiar face. When he looked in your direction, you realized you were the familiar face.

- Hey, enjoying the party?

- Sure - you said - how’s the preparation?

- All good. Not much time now. - he looked at the clock - Mike told me to see if you wanted to say good luck before the show

- Of course! -you couldn’t help but to smile.

You downed the glass you promised yourself to drink slow. On your way back to the room, you had an idea, that maybe was the alcohol talking. You stopped a waitress

- Excuse me, where is the bathroom.

***

Edgard opened the door to you and said

- Mike, is on 10!

- Ok! - Mike answered from the bed where he was sitting He was all alone in the room. Everyone left for the rooftop.

- Hey… - you said feeling a bit of the buzz - So you wanted a good luck kiss?

- Couldn’t go without one… - He extended his arm to you and conducted you to his lap. You took his face between your hands and planted a firm kiss in his lips. You could feel his smile under yours.

- You taste like champagne… - He said

- I have something for you. - you said at once before you lost the courage - Close your eyes and show me your hand

- Ooh something for me - he said obliging to your request. You reached inside your purse and placed in his hand.

- Now open.

Mike open his eyes and faced the small piece of neatly folded lace in his palms.

- What… - He reached with his other hand and unfolded to find your panties now in his possession. He darted to your face

- Now I’m not wearing anything underneath…

- Oh you, Devil woman… - he pulled you closer grabbing by your waist - How much time - he said between kisses - did Edgard said? Half an hour?

- Noooo - you said laughing

- Oh good… One hour than…

You laughed and stood up.

- This - he balled up the panties and placed in his pocket - Is coming with me to the stage…

- Good… - you said as he got up and pulled you closer by the waist

- You’re not escaping me today…

- Hey, - you said playfully - I’m not trying to…

- Good! Now go before I’m not able to let you!

You turned to leave, but not before Mike smacked you in the butt

- So - You turned to him right at the door - What can I expect from the show?

***

Hellooo Motherfuckeeeer, My loveeer

Ok, so that’s how he decided to start! Mike’s voice rumbled though the speakers. So raspy and mean, you had a hard time reconciling it with the same voice that laughed with you, and consoled you after arguing with Adam. Everyone seemed to like it! Some people just dancing, others spitting the same crude lyrics along with him. You could not deny, the rythm had a really hard punch, and was catchy.

I deserve a reward, cause I’m the best fuck that you ever had

Well, Mike sure had a way with lyrics! And stage presence. To you Mike seemed so calm, relaxed, controlled. In the stage he had an incredible amount of energy! So much stamina… You could not stop yourself from smiling considering the implication of all this energy. Maybe he had this much energy in other aspects of life as well…

- Are you enjoying the show? - Greg asked you You both were sitted at a table on the far side of the stage. And you were so hypnotized by the performance, you forgot he was there.

- Yes! - you said excited - He has quite some pipes!

- Make sure to tell him that…

I cannot stop give in, I’m thirty something

You wondered how long he had been singing he has thirty something… The girls were also killing it! Mickey was in the keyboards. Him and Mike interacted all the time. They seemed to be having so much fun!

Give the same to me then I’ll be closer

Now his voice was sounding more and more like the voice you knew. You could not stop imagining his voice rumbling in your skin while he moaned kissing you… You tighten your legs crossed, becoming incredibly aware that your underwear was on Mike’s Pocket. Mike announced the last song. A lot of people complaining. He asked people to follow with the hands in the air.

Man was born to love, but often he has sought like Icarus, to fly too high

It was a hot day, and Mike was dripping wet. The shirt clinging to his shape while he imprinted suffering through lyrics with some deep personal meaning. He was at the same level of the crowd now. Touching and shaking hands. Some hands reaching to grab him, and some with phones taking pictures. He seemed to be in his natural habitat. It was quite a sight.

He said goodbye! Thanked everyone for their attention and participation. Suddenly he was gone. Greg excused himself and went to the crowd. Talk to some people he met there, some he already knew. You were left alone. Pondering what you just witnessed. Mike was indeed a rock star, who’d thought that? Maybe everyone but you. Your phone vibrated with a message “Be right back with you” Mike sent.

You sobered up during the show. And seeming to realize that, a waiter appeared from the crowd and placed a champagne glass in front of you with a smile. You took the glass and walked to the border of the roof top. The sun was setting and was stunning. You finally could pace yourself drinking, while enjoying the last rays of sun.

Just as you finished your drink. You felt someone leaning at the border close to you.

- So - Mike shook his head, much like a happy wet dog - was it good for you? -You, a bit more dramatic than necessary, wiped all the water droplets from your face.

- Was great!

He had taken a shower, and changed his clothes. Was wearing all black now, much like yourself. He smelled great.

- Now you finally know at least some of my songs. - he came closer to you

- I do… I really liked them - you turned yourself to him

- Liked enough to go home with the guy from the band?

- Don’t the guy from the band needs to talk to everyone?

- Naah - Mike took a swig from whiskey you didn’t even noticed he had - I already told I’d leave after the gig. Besides… - He reached over to your waist and pulled you closer. You could feel the stubs of his beard in your face, not that he had much beard… His lips moved grazing your ear: - I left a guy on call. He get us out of here when I say go.

You smiled and squeezed his arm.

- So let’s go then…

He conducted you out of the party through a side exit. One hand on your back, other making the call that would take you both from there. As soon as you both reached the side walk, the driver was already there. Mike opened the door escorted you in.

- Hey man, - He started - Thanks for being on call. Drive us to my place ok?

He turned to you, hungrier eyes that you ever saw. Reached to the back of your head pulling you closer.

- Where was I… - He said right before diving into your lips like he was going to breath the air in your lungs…

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That was the longest 30 minutes car ride ever.

Mike was hellbent in keeping his hands on you every single second of this trip. When you finally arrived at his home, he basically yanked you out of the car.
You walked in the stairs with him right behind your heels, feeling up your legs with the tip of his fingers.

He pressed your body from behind against the door.

- I need the keys - he reached his pocket with one hand, and the other went around your waist pressing you against him

He felt from memory for the key hole. Since his face was pressed in the base of your neck. You reached for the back of his neck as he opened the door and bit your neck at the same time.

- Where we going? - you asked walking inside looking around since you knew little from his apartment
- Corridor, right door. - he came back to be attached to you as soon as he close the door.

His bedroom. Finally.
There was a small balcony in the room, covered by a sheer curtain. He hit a switch and two light spots from each side of the wall filled the room with a low warm light.

A king size bed was illuminated.

- Come here… - Mike pulled by your hands walking backwards - I wanna see you

He sat on the bed and leaned back over his elbows.

- If your phone rings now, - he said - I’ll toss it off the window.

You laughed. Nothing would take you both out of this room until you’re done with each other.

- What are you doing? - you said curious on why he was afar
- I wanna really look at you… all of you.

His smile said it all. You removed the straps from your shoulders an let the dress slide down over your hips and to the floor. Mike reaches in his pocket and gets your panties.

- You’re missing these… - He dangled them from his middle finger
- I am indeed… - you said looking down at yourself

There was something so vulnerable and empowering on being completely naked while he was fully dressed.
Mike’s eyes reading your entire body, while you fought the urge to cover yourself.

Mike sat up on the bed, his legs spread apart, you could see the bulge in the front of his pants.

- Come here… - his voice was low and silky smooth

He reached for one of your legs, from behind the knees and landed your foot in the bed, as close as he could to his crotch. His finger tips ran up your thigh slowly and so light it made your skin crawl with goosebumps.

- You like this? - You nodded, sustaining his gaze - I want to ask you something. - You turned your head sideways like a confused creature. - Do you trust me?

What a weird question to ask someone who slept under your roof without knowing your name.

- Yes… - part trusting him, part genuinely curious on where this was going.
- Good… - He gave a sultry smile - I want you, to take full control of me now…

You gasped preparing to ask some question, but he kept explaining. His fingers still moving slowly up your leg.

- I want you to use me, as an instrument to your pleasure… I want you to show me how you wanna come. Can you do that?
- Will you do anything I ask you to? - you smile anticipating
- Anything… - He said running a finger softly along the slit between your legs.

You took a deep breath and firmed your feet on the ground and the bed to keep your balance. You closed your eyes, feeling his touch.

- Will you do that for me? - still slowly moving his finger back and forth, feeling how wet you were becoming

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his eyes:

- Get on the bed

Mike smiled, took his finger that was just exploring you, to his mouth and sucked them. As soon as he went to undo his shirt buttons you stopped him

- I said to get on the bed… I liked this outfit in you

Mike obediently hiked up the bed and laid down with his hands behind his head.

- I hope you don’t mind - you said climbing the bed between his legs - But I’ll keep my heels on
- Please do - he smiled, watching you coming closer.

You removed his belt, and undid his pants button. Before going any further your eyes looked for his. Not much looking for approval, he already given it to you. But looking for his reaction when you finally touched him underneath his clothes. Weren’t you glad you did…

As soon as you pulled his underwear down, and release his cock from any restraint, his eyes rolled back to his head and he left his head fall back in bed.

Wrapping your fingers around and moving slowly up and down, made him drag a deep breath through his teeth.

He had his head tossed back, so he didn’t saw you wetting your lips. It took him by surprise, when you placed your lips around the head, and played with your tongue around it.

- Oh my G… - he tossed one hand to the sheets and balled up between his fingers trying to focus somewhere else
- You said I could use you… - You said looking at his face and trying to be playful
- You sure can… - he said breathlessly- That’s what you wanna do now?
- I want to… - you made sure to take your time dragging your tongue from the base of his dick, while listening to him moaning - taste you…
- Taste all you want, sweetie…

You smiled thinking it only took his dick in your mouth so that he called you something endearing. With your tongue sticked out you slid as much as you could of him in through your lips and tighten your mouth around it. You could feel him pulsating. Tears prickling behind your eyes from your gag reflex.

You were bent over him, with your butt sticking up. One hand of yours wrapped around the base of his cock, moving following your lips up and down. Without thinking you moved the other hand between your legs, and started softly moving your fingers.

- Hmmmm… - He moaned - You look so hot touching yourself…

You smiled with his cock still in your mouth. Slowly sliding it out

- Tell me… - he said - Did you touch yourself thinking of me?

That took you a bit by surprise… specially because of the honest answer you had to give.

- I did… - You blushed while throwing one leg over to straddle him. - Yesterday in the bathtub…
- Naughty girl… - he smiled
- Did you? - you found yourself asking
- Yes… - He opened his eyes to face you on top of him - The first time you slept here…
- What?! - That took you by surprise - The rainy day?
- I mean… - He tried to remove his hands from place, but just by you lifting a finger, he understood he wasn’t supposed to do that. - You had to admit, it seemed too much like the set up of a film…
- Would you have liked that? - you sat on your hips, adjusting his dick along your slit, and dragged your hips over him. Making him wet on your juices - That I came to your room and climbed on top of you that night?

For a moment he had no words. Feeling you part yourself using his cock, and how wet you were up to that point. A bit less of self control and he could have orgasmed right there.

- You’re killing me, you know that? - he said with a voice not much more than a whisper.
- You didn’t answer… - you were quite enjoying taking your time with him
- Of course I’d like…

You raised your hips and adjusted so that the tip was just at your entrance.

- I’m here now… - You said lowering your torso so your face just hovered over him
- Yes you are….

He reached forward with his face and catched your lips in his. You felt his moaning growing inside your mouth when you started to lower your hips and letting him inside of you.

You could still feel him growing and pulsing, now inside your wet middle. Slowly spreading you apart. With your hands in his chest you pressed him back in bed. And use it as leverage to help your hips move.

- Oh my God… - he said with eyes squinting shut - This feels so…
- So good… - you complemented moving your hips as slow as you could.

The friction in your clit over his pubis, was bringing you closer to orgasm. Just as the feeling of the natural curve of his member dragging inside of you.

- I wanna touch you… - he pleaded with half lidded eyes
- You do? - You asked keeping your slow pace with the hips - How do you wanna touch me?

His voice, drunk in pleasure was driving you wild. You just wanted to hear him talk.

- I wanna squeeze your breasts… - he started and you did just as he said using your own hands - I wanna caress your belly… I wanna play with your clit…

Your fingers slowly circling your wet clit was just as much as you could handle in this situation. You picked up your pace with your hips.

- Mike… - you said desperately - touch me…

Mike’s hands left behind his head. One went straight to your breast, squeezing and rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

The other hand to your hip. Following your movements and pressing you against him. Your hands splayed in his chest while you rode him after your pleasure.

He just looked at your face in awe, awaiting, enjoying the show, his hips moving wanting to follow the movements of your body… Until something snapped in your core. Your legs pressed his hips, as your pussy tighten all around his dick.

Your moaning filling the room. Echoing in his ears. He kept you pressed against him. Moving his own hips to keep you riding your orgasm.

- Yes… that’s it… - he pulled himself up bringing you closer to his chest . - That was a good one… come here…

He laid back down, now holding you against him. Your whole body spasming every now and than with after shocks of pleasure.

You felt him humming in his chest, while he kissed the top of your head…

You turned your face up to look at him, smiling

- That was something… - You said
- You sure took what I asked you seriously
- You liked it?
- Liked it? - he asked surprised - It was amazing!

You caressed his chest through the shirt he was still wearing.

- You didn’t come, did you?
- No… - he said and pulled your face back to look at him - But I’m not done with you yet…

He rolled you over to his side. Him finally sliding out of you. He was still hard.

- Help me here - He signalized so you could help unbottoning his shirt.

He caressed your arm and belly while you do it. Making it very distracting to complete the task. You finish with the buttons and helped him remove the shirt and kissing his bare chest.

- Come here

Mike gets out of the bed over the side. Grabbing you by the ankles, he drags you over to the edge of the bed. You giggled with him over him pulling the bedsheets off while doing so.

- Do you think… - He said kneeling down - I can get you to come again?
- You could try…
- I sure can

Mike gets both your legs and cross the over the ankles. Caressing the back of your legs and playfully biting your calves til he can see goosebumps in your flesh. He bends your legs over yourself.

You feel his tongue in the back of your legs, his teeth scrapping your soft skin.

- hold your legs for a bit babe… - you use one arm to keep your legs in the position they are right now. - just like that…

You felt his fingers spreading you slightly and his tongue dragging on your folds from back to front.

Your back arched immediately. He smiled over your reaction. His tongue exploring your folds, ever so softly.

- You taste so good… - he said

You feel his mouth cupping over your clit, and he humms. Giving a buzz that shots through your entire body.
Your gasp makes him smile again. He keeps humming while the tip of his tongue rolled around playing with your already sensitive nerves.

Your abdomen muscles contract involuntarily, you cannot believe you are going to come again already. He keeps his pace, his finger tips digging into your skin.

- Mike… I’m… Oh, I… - You squeeze your legs tight just as you start to come

Mike rolls his flat tongue covering your sex, taking all your juices. The sensation is almost too much for you to take. You’re still riding down your second orgasm when he stands up and pull your ankles towards him. This time pulling your legs to surround his waist.

- Squeeze me all you want sweetie - he says laying on top of you. His dick looking painfully hard - I need to get inside of you again.

He penetrates you, your walls still clenching. You feel tender, but at the same time you’re so wet, he enters without resistance. You squeeze your eyes shut.
- Am I hurting you? - he asks concerned, caressing your face.
- No, - you say taking a deep breath - It’s just… too much
- Can I keep…
- Yes! - You answer without letting him finish his sentence. Digging your nails in his back
- Oh Fuck! - He says tossing his head back while planting him self deeper inside of you

He moves himself inside of you with rythmic moves of his hips. Hitting deep everytime.
- Do it again… - he says burrowing his head in the base of your neck, kissing his way up towards your chin - with the nails.

You reach your hands behind his back, towards his shoulders and drags your nails down.

Mike mumbles something unintelligible against your skin and bites you. You open your mouth in a surprised scream without a sound.

He ups his rythm moaning directly against your ear.

- You feel so great, I’m gonna cum…
- Do it…- you reach for his hair and pull it. - Cum for me, Mike

He does almost immediately. Much like he had been waiting for your permission all this time. His gutural moaning vibrate his lips planting kisses on your skin.

He lift himself, with his forearms cradling your face. And smile on top of you. You reach your hands and hold his face. This, all of this, was so worth the wait…

You both took a bath in the bigger tub he had in his bathroom. You washed each other hair and soaked for a while in each other’s arms.

He brewed a pot of coffee and you drank sitting in his room balcony. Him wearing boxers, and you on his lap wearing nothing but a black pink floyd shirt he put you in so you had something to sleep.

- Maybe we can take some of your clothes - he said rubbing your back under the shirt - and bring here…
- You think? - You said considering the implications of his suggestion
- I mean, I don’t mind you wearing my shirts to sleep. - you laughed - but maybe you want something more comfortable

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You woke up with your face buried on his side of the bed. Just as you opened your eyes you could already scent his perfume still in the pillow case.

You looked around without founding him.

- Mike… - you left the room calling his name

No where to be found. You had to brace yourself from jumping to the conclusion he just left you after the previous night, when you remembered that, in fact, this was his place.

You walked around barefoot and went out to the sliding doors to the balcony on the living room. Never have realizing this was here until yesterday. The day was beautiful and you felt the sun in your bare legs, covered only til mid thigh by the shirt you slept in.

- Wait, is that from the living room? - you pointed out in the previous night.
- Yep.
- Wow, never noticed.
- You were too high last time…-You both laughed
- Good I’m wide awake now…
- Yes… - he said caressing your back - let’s just try not to wake the neighbors

Right after, he was taking you from behind against the balcony railing. One hand over your mouth, since you weren’t so set on not waking the neighbors.

You smiled remembering this, when you heard the keys in the door.
Mike was coming back from a bakery near by.

- You’re up! - he said surprised - It’s too early!
- I woke up and you weren’t there… - you said walking back inside - I know it’s early, but you were even out already!
- Can a guy pretend to have cooked breakfast in bed for you?
- Oh, sorry - you said smiling
- Get back in there! - he pointed to the room.

You obliged smiling all the way back to bed. Opened the curtains to let the light in and went back under the covers. You thought about pretending to be asleep again, but you were too giggly for this.

Not long after, the door knob twisted and Mike walked in.

- You wake already? - he said
- Oh - You feigned surprised- You cooked breakfast in bed?
- All by myself - he said smugly
- All by yourself! - you commended

He placed the tray in bed in front pf your crossed legs. There was coffee, croissants, strawberries and blueberries…

- Thanks… - you said and leaned to him.

He leaned in your direction and tenderly kissed you. You softly parted your lips and felt his tongue fast reaching to yours

- Hmm.. - you sounded in a tone of changing the subject - before anything, I need to have some coffee.
- Ok - he smiled and kissed tour forehead. You couldn’t help but notice how his smile reached his eyes

He poured coffee in both mugs.
- So, - you started - You weren’t lying - He looked at you puzzled. - You really are a musician.

He laughed.

- Yeah, I am! See, I wasn’t trying to trick you.
- True
- Did you enjoy it?
- Oh yeah! - You said taking a bite of a strawberry- Definitely! You have quite the energy!
- Thanks - he smugly smiled - It wasn’t even the kind of show I like most.
- Oh yeah? What do you like?

He picked a berry too

- I like people! Lots of them! - you laughed- a responsive wild crowd. The wilder they get, the better I feel to talk non sense to them
- Boy… - you listen to him wondering- I imagine how weren’t the concerts in your twenties
- Fucking insane… - he said drinking his coffee, the sparkle in his eyes told part of the story he didn’t wanted to say. At least not now
- I want to see how you were!

He turned to the bedside and picked his phone.

- Google it
- What do I look for? Mike Patton 90’s?
- As good as any other

You typed and hit images

- Oh my God! This you?? - you showed him a black and white picture of him. Sides of the head shaved short and long hair on top
- Yeaaah, that’s me… - he looked kinda embarrassed
- Well, you still have the same smile.. - he blushed - But you look like a kid here!

You reach for his face caressing him. He turned his face to your hand. You squeeze his face between thumb and fingers.

- Don’t get me wrong - you say - you still cute - he laughed - but look at this baby face! I could have punched young you!

He laughed again.

- Well, I would probably have liked it…

You both smile, with some malice in your eyes.

- Everyone was great yesterday! - you said - Do you guys work together always.
- Not always - he said adjusting himself on the bed - sometimes the gig ask for a different thing, and I don’t need back up singers. But I’ve been working a lot with Mickey lately.
- He was great, and so silly! - you smile reminding of how funny he was
- I really like working with him - Mike said - he is very talented, but don’t tell him I said that or it'll get to his head. Always working in getting better, and have great work ethics… - he took a sip of coffee and thought further - But he can be a fucking pain in the ass, so I think I’m stuck working with my younger self…

You both laughed. You picked the croissant and looked at it.

- I don’t really wanna this here… - you placed it back in the tray - will leave crumbs everywhere
- Let’s take it outside

He picked the tray and you followed outside. Each took a chair, you rested your feet crossed in his lap.

- You know, - you took a bite from the croissant - hmm… this is really good!
- It is - he smiled - I love this bakery.
- What I was going to say… - you finished chewing - is that, you don’t have neighbors that can see in your balcony.

He looked around trying to understand where you’re getting.

- I don’t… What do you mean?
- Well - you smiled - so probably we didn’t woke up anyone yesterday.
- Aha… - Mike said, pointing up you realized what he meant
- So you weren’t talking about anyone seeing us.
- No. The problem was- he lowered his voice and approached you - that we were been loud

You smiled and he squeezed your legs. His hands rubbing up and down your calves felt really good.

You both fell silence for a moment, just enjoying the company of each other, the sun and soft breeze. The coffee was delicious, as always.

- I… - he started and took a pause, he seemed to ponder how to say - I really meant what I said yesterday.

You looked at him, trying to understand what he was saying.

- What do you mean?
- I mean - he squeezed your legs again - I really think we should bring more of your clothes here.

You laughed.

- Are you sure? - You said, trying to play it cool - I mean, if I bring more of my clothes here… I might end up spending more time here…
- Really? - He said slyly
- Yeah - you stood up and walked to his side of the table. - I might even - you sat in his lap - end up sleeping here more often…
- I haven’t thought of that… - he said placing one arm around your waist and the other hand on your face - but sounds like a good idea…

He pulled you closer. His kiss tasted like coffee, with hints of fruit. You smiled thinking how this taste suited him… Bit of roughness, bit of sweetness…
You ran your fingers through his scalp combing his hair back and taking it off his face.

You picked the last strawberry from the plate and held it with your teeth. He smiled and knew exactly what to do.
Mike’s teeth sinked in the strawberry, his lips barely grazing yours. You pulled his face close and the strawberry was mushed between you both. Your tongues tasting the fruit and each other. He lift your face and licked the juices flowing from the corner of your mouth to your chin.
You smiled chewing the bits of strawberry still with you…

- I guess is time we talk… - You said, eyes closed enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue on your skin
- Really…? - He said between kisses
- I wanna know what you like…
- Hmmm… - he pondered, you could feel the smile in his lips on your neck when he continued - sock puppets and helium ballons.
- Well, glad we cleared that out!

You tossed your arm around his neck, legs crossed on his lap.
- How about lingerie…
- I don’t look good in lace… - he answered without missing a beat
- I meant me
- Oh, definitely!
- Fantasies…
- Sure… - He smiled - for both of us
- Ooh… I liked that..

He reached one hand to your arm around his neck. The other knead your thighs.
- Spanking… - You continue

He grabs your arm on his shoulders and sink his teeth into it. You open your mouth in shock.
- And biting… - he says
- Okay… got it…
- What about you? - he brushed your hair behind your ear - what you want?
- I … want- you leaned your head in his hand. Slowly feeling his caressing - to suck you dry

He stopped, looking into your eyes. Taking some moments to process what he said.

- Well, you almost didn’t had to…

You kissed him deeply as you stood from his lap. Moving from his lips to his neck and collar bone. Since he brought it up first… you bit his chest. Hard. He grunted and tossed his head back. His hand went to the back of your head and caressed your hair. He looked down at you with a smile in his lips

- Just like that… - he said

You kept going further down his body. Your palm feeling his bulge. Just as you’re kneeling, hooking your fingers in the waist of his shorts… A buzz comes from the table.

- You gotta be… - You leaned in his legs to stand up
- No… - Mike said and reached for the phone - I’ll take that.

He smiled, looking at Adam’s name on your phone. Now without the little heart.

- I’ll answer the phone, and you… - he reached for the back of your head and pulled you closer - you were on to something…

You smirked and pulled down the front of his boxers.

- Hello - he said as soon as your lips wrapped around the head of his dick…
- Hello? - a confused voice answered. - Who is this?
- Mike here… - He takes a deep breath when he feels your tongue swirl around him - Adam, right? - he answered pacing his breathing out
- Yeah… - Adam sounded uncomfortable - I wanna talk to…
Miked sucked in air through his teeth when you slid his length almost entire in your mouth
- Yeah, she can’t answer right now.
- Why not?

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and moved your hand along with your mouth, slowly up and down along his shaft.

- She’s… quite busy - he exhaled along with the words.

He cleared your hair from the front of your face. Resting his hands at the back of your head, without pushing you. You could feel his hips undulating with your movements.

- Can’t you give her the phone real quick? - Adam was growing impatient
- Not now, buddy…

Adam huffed in frustration and Mike stifled a laugh.

- Tell her to call me as soon as she can - Adam said
- She’ll call you as soon as she wants… - Mike moved the phone away from his ear, but not enough so it could still catch him saying in a husky voice - don’t stop, please… - and pressed the off button

You weren’t looking but somehow you knew exactly he said this so he could hear. This was crazy. And to think you didn’t let him scream with Adam over the phone… But this…

Deep down you didn’t felt guilt. After all you actually caught Adam in the act… Eye for an eye, you thought. And Mike had his fun. But maybe you could have your own…

- I’m so… close… - Mike said with a pained voice

You pulled him out of your mouth

- You know - you kept your hand in him in a slow steady movement- That was not a nice thing to do
- What… - Mike was almost cross eyed in pleasure
- You did a bad thing… - you had a soft reprimanding tone in your voice…
- Honey… - he had a smile toying in the corner of his lips. He wanted you so bad to go on, but the teasing was driving him insane
- And now you want me to continue… - You neared your lips from the tip of his cock, but just enough he could feel your breath - Don’t you?

Mike nodded with his eyes closed. You stood up closing your face to his, almost to your foreheads touching and whispered:
- Then beg…

Mike moaned, so fulfilled and frustrated in equal parts, he could not possibly understand what was going on with himself.
He lifted one hand and pulled your head closer, so he could kiss you. He could taste himself in your lips and that felt so hot, so intimate… Gave him an idea, that he wanted to try with you after...

- Please, babe - he said between slobbery kisses - I wanna come in your pretty mouth, so badly. Please - you smiled. Your hand never left his dick, still moving so painfully slow - Don’t do this to me…

You felt so proud in his begging.

- Such a good boy… - you said squeezing his face between fingers and thumb

You went back to your knees without breaking eye contact. Rolling you tongue over the tip of his head, his voice in a hush still begging “please babe, please”. You slid his whole length inside your mouth, holding your lips tight. Your saliva pooling at the base of his cock the more in the back of your throat you tried to fit him.
Now was his time to not care what the neighbors heard. And you could not reach over him to cover his mouth.

Just like he realized himself he was being a little too loud, he bit down his knuckles. But that did little to muffle his moaning.

- Oh God… - he gripped the hair at the back of your bobbing head - Babe, yes… like that… I… I’m gonna…

He grunted from deep in his chest. You felt his dick pulsating in your mouth, as it pumped his come. His hand in the back of your head gripping your hair tight and fighting the urge to pull you even closer pushing himself further down your throat.

You felt him pulling your head away from him by your hair. And slowly guiding you back up.

You were not sure what he was doing when he pulled you closer.

- Come here - he closed his legs and you straddle his lap - Just like that

He adjusted you holding you in place with one arm. The hand in your hair now was in your face he looked deep in your eyes

- Now open up…

His lips latched in yours as he forced his way in with his tongue. He lapped inside your mouth taking every bit of his spent he could get. Guiding your head by holding your cheeks just like you did to him moments before.

If you surprised him by dominating, he definitely surprised you this time. Coming out of your momentarily shock, you wrapped your arms around his neck. And gave in to his soft passionate kiss.

He slowly pulled his face from you and caressed your face…

- You… - he traced your face with his eyes, like he wanted to memorize every aspect of you- you are something special, kiddo…
- Right back at ya… - You smiled

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Mike drove you back to the hotel that same day. Took some convincing for him to let you stay there. He wanted you to pick some clothes and get back to his house.

Arriving at the hall, you were the same dress from the previous day, and he had very casual clothes. So you both looked like quite an odd couple.

While you changed into something less formal, he went through your stuff.

- What do you wanna take back?
- To your house? - you asked curious
- Of course - he said dismissively
- Well, today… nothing - you said - I’m staying in.
- Why?!
- Because I already slept there today…
- And?! - he smiled
- And… I don’t wanna impose myself! - you timidly admitted

Mike looked at you like you were being ridiculous.

- Well… - He said - I don’t mind.
- You don’t mind me imposing myself? - you confirmed
- No, I don’t mind imposing myself - he said - if you’re not coming with me, I’m staying!

You both stared at each other sustaining the gaze, and stifling a laugh. Apparently, one way or another, you were spending the night together again.

You stayed in, and ordered chinese.

Different versions of this conversation were an ongoing thing throughout the next two week. For the coming days you both just slept a handful of nights separated. Once when you had dinner at your sister’s place and slept there. Other when Mike stood until late in a production session and you didn’t wanted him to drive to your hotel because his house was closer.

Every time he was in your hotel, he picked something of yours to get back at his place. You realized if he kept up with that, soon there would be more at his place than in the hotel with you. With a pit on your stomach you realized this meant you probably had more to pick up at your old house.

You had been avoiding this, buying clothes here and there to keep a good variety. But it was something you could not avoid much longer.

On a Friday night, Mike told you to meet him at a cafe. They, him and the crew you already knew, had a meeting near by, some things to be discussed. You had no idea what that meant but he he told you to meet everyone there. Apparently they missed you. You felt all giddy inside with that information.

They could have missed you, but besides Mike, there was one person you’ve met not long ago…

- Hey everyone! - you said when you arrived at the table

You arrived from from behind, hugging him over his shoulders and giving him a peck on his cheek. Mike tapped the empty chair beside him, like you wouldn’t sit there anyway. He looked at you up and down, examining if you did what you both talked about that morning.

- Hey… Can I ask something? - He said sitting in the bed. Sheets covering his bottom half, otherwise naked from the morning fun to which you were greeted good morning.
- Sure… - you were wrapped in a towel getting ready to hit the office .
- Can I see you in that blue dress?
- This one? - you picked a flowy dark blue dress with some flowers along the print - Now?
- No - he said putting his glasses from the nightstand- later, when you meet me so we can go out.
- You’re really not telling me where we going?
- Really - he had a devious smile.- I can tell you that we’re going back to the apartment after
- Fine - you said playfully rolling your eyes - I take my things to spend the night… Oh wait! - you theatrically opened the door to the nearly empty wardrobe - You already took everything!!

Everybody was very excited on the table, laughing and joking. Apparently the working part of the meeting was done.

- Well, I think I need to get going. - Lynn was the first to say. - Mike, you got everything you need?
- Yeah, yeah… Oh wait! - he said really looking preoccupied - I need the permission slips from Mickey’s parents

Everyone laughed. Even you that wasn’t really on to what that was about.

- I got them right here! - a smiling Mickey said standing up and reaching for his front pocket - permission from my mom - And gave Mike the middle finger. Reaching for his jacket pocket - from my step dad… - Flipping Mike again. He reached for the flyer at the front of his pants - Do you need the permission from my absent father?
- No! - everyone at the table said at once

You all laughed and talked amenities for a while until Lynn stood up.

- Guys, I really have to go now - she stood up and gave you a gentle squeeze at the shoulder. You replied with a smile.

Eddie and Mickey also stood up.

- Yeah, let’s go. - Eddie said
- Good luck man! - Mickey said

Eddie slapped him in the back of the head and dragged him away from the table guiding him by his ear.

- What was that? - you asked Mike
- They’re just being silly…

Lynn looked at you and winked.

Earlier this week, you both had a get together at a different cafe.

- Hey girl! - Lynn had an energy to herself. You two just vibed together
You both hugged and sat at a booth of a cafe downtown.

- I was surprised to hear from you… - she said
- I know… - You said hoping to not sound too invasive - I hope it wasn’t weird, to invite you.
- Not at all! - she reached for your hand hoping to ease your concerns- I just hope everything is ok…

Yeah… You knew exactly why it sounded this way. You found her on Facebook and inviter her for a coffee. But one thing you made clear was “please, don’t tell Mike”.

- Totally fine!
- Phew - Lynn mocked some relief.
- I mean… - you started - you know me and Mike have been spending time together
- I’m well aware of it… - Lynn smiled knowingly
- What… why? - You tried to understand her reaction
- Oh… - She started - He’s… Different! Lighter… - she gave some thought- Happier!
- Really? - your heart felt warm knowing this
- Oh honey… Totally!
- I’m so glad! - you said - I just wanted to talk to you, to get to know more about him! I never had a relationship with someone so out of nowhere to me.

Lynn nodded, starting to understand a bit about this conversation.

- You know… - Lynn started drinking her tea. - Mike is a very private person…
- Oh… no no… - you jumped to conclusions - I’m not trying to gossip about Mike!
- But no one can, honey! - she said laughing- What I meant, was that Mike is very very private. Even with us that know him longer… If your concerned about him not opening up to you…

My God… You thought. No one was being clear in this conversation!

- Actually, what I wanna know is… Am I dating a psychopath?

You both laughed. Lynn finally understood.

- Oooh is the “girls gotta stick together” type of conversation!
- Yes! - you sighed relieved - He’s been wonderful, honestly! I just wanna know… Is he, really?
- Yes… He is… - Lynn said with a hint of pride for her friend - He’s a great person. A little bit of a workaholic sometimes…

You both nodded acknowledging that information as it was abundantly clear for both of you.

- But he has so much passion for his craft - Lynn continued - you cannot stop to admire.

You smiled. That was true… You had watched him play the guitar at his place and was totally entranced.

- And as you told… - you said - he is very private.
- That is frustrating! - Lynn said laughing - He knows so many famous people, and you cannot get a good gossip out of him!
- I never stopped to think about this!
- Yes!! Infuriating! - she continued- and at the same time, we talk so much shit around him, he probably got enough dirt on us to keep us working for free for the rest of our lives!

You laughed imagining how much non sense he must have heard from Mickey and would die with him.

- But - Lynn had a smile to her - at the same time, it makes it special when he shares something. For example, we had nothing short of a riot at the last rehearsal before the hotel, when he told us he was bringing you.
- Aw, really? - you said taking your hands to the heart
- Yeah, girl… I’ve worked with him for a long time. Only met two girlfriends. And one of them, he married. - Lynn took her hand to her mouth as if she talked too much - Did you know he was married before?
- Yes, I knew… - you said reaching a tranquilizing hand to her - Don’t worry…
- Phew… - Lynn said really relieved - My point was, we were really excited for you two… And for us, because he would introduce us to you!!

You both laughed. The tone of the conversation swiftly change to amenities. Lynn was an amazing woman, so down to earth and so funny! You’re super glad you asked her to talk.

You did not push for more information, you wanted to respect Mike’s boundaries in being reserved. And to preserve Lynn’s loyalty to his privacy.

But you did decide to get together again for coffee! The company was just too good to not repeat.

You and Mike rode the bike to a restaurant you didn’t knew. It was two story but quite small and reserved… and directly on the beach.

- That’s an interesting place - you said admiring it from the outside
- I really like it - Mike said absentmindedly, and directly at the person at the front - Reservation for Patton, please

As you were guided by the lady, you held his hand and followed right behind him. You whispered exasperated behind him:

- You made a reservation?!
- I did! - he turned back mimicking your tone
- Why?
- I wanted a particular table.

On the second floor, you got showed to the balcony, where a single two person table stood.

- You can press the button to call for us - the attendant very politely said before closing the double doors and leaving you two alone

The balcony was headed direct to the beach side. The closed doors reduced the restaurant noise, leaving you guys with just the waves and a very low humming ambient music coming from a speaker disguised as rock among the plants.

- What is the occasion? - you asked and you sat on the chair he pulled for you.
- Dinner… - he said with a hint of a smile
- Riiiiight… - you said

He sat down by your side, you both facing the view. The sunset would start in no more than an hour.

When the doors opened you thought maybe Mike already knew what to order. But a different person walked in, placed an ice bucket on a stand. And presented a chilled white wine bottle to Mike.

You looked directly at him through this entire process. Something was going on.

After the wine guy left, Mike looked at your puzzled look

- What’s the matter? - he handed you the glass
- You didn’t order the wine.
- Of course I did. - he kept that smug little sly smile in his face
- You just pressed the button! - you were getting a little flustered - they didn’t took the order!
- But I did pressed the button - he pressed it again - See? Like that

He laughed at your confusion. You were sure he had a plan. And was sure that he was having fun making you guess everything.

- Let’s have a toast - he said clinking his glass to yours - to the wonderful time we are having together
- Aww - you smiled and lean into him to a kiss.

He softly kiss your lips, and peppered more kisses down your jaw and neck. You closed you eyes, enjoying his lips and the wine. So light and fresh it just suited the ambiance

- Are you trying to get me drunk? - you said smiling. He chuckled still on your neck
- Aw sweetie- and approached your ear, with the smoothest low voice he could muster- Like I needed to…

The audacity! He was not wrong… but the sheer audacity in his words! While you thought of a response, the doors opened again. The same lady that brought you to the table now smilingly brought a plate of tomato bruschetta.

- I hope you are enjoying your evening - she said ever so politely
- I sure am… - Mike said taking his wine to his smiling lips. Getting more amused at your confusion by the moment

You looked from Mike to the lady as she left.

- What is going on? - you said as soon as she left
- Can’t you just enjoy the evening?
- I’m trying to… But I don’t know what’s happening!
- Well, the sun is setting, we’re in a great restaurant… and this is delicious, try it - he said feeding you a bite of bruschetta

It really was!
He changed the subject, trying to make you talk about your day. Complimenting the fact that you looked great in the dress he chose. You eased a bit into the afternoon, and the view. Or maybe it was the wine. Until you asked

- What happens if I press the button? - He looked amused with you participating in his plan.
- Why don’t you try?

You pressed the button. By your experience so far, some time would take until someone showed up. You stood up and went to the rail of the balcony. Mike stood up right after.

He placed himself behind you, one hand holding his wine. The other arm around your waist. You relaxed yourself against him, laying your head to his shoulder. You both shared a silence, just enjoying each other’s company and the view.

- I have to admit - you said - I don’t know your plan… But excellent choice of place!
- Well thank you - he kissed the top of your head - It reminds me of a place I really like…
- Where?

Before he could answer, the door opened. Two people walked in. One guy placed the plates and silverware at the table. The original lady set a tray and started serving into the separate plates. The smell of the food was amazing. Everything looked so fresh. It was a fresh pasta with seafood in white whine sauce.

- You know - the lady started saying- This dish pairs perfectly with the wine, was an excellent choice!
- Choice… - you whispered under your breath
- I hope you enjoy - she swiftly left with a smile
- See, - he said teasing you - you made an excellent choice!
- I didn’t chose - you said laughing and moving back to your chair.
- Of course you did! - he pointed out- You pressed the button, remember??

You decided not to argue with his logic. The buzz of wine was already set and the food tasted heavenly. So fresh and rich, pasta and seafood cooked to perfection!

Was his time to talk about work, he filled you in some projects he was working on, excitedly explaining to you every time you had some question.

As Lynn highlighted, his eyes absolutely sparkled when he talked about his work. And the more absurd and incredible to you, the more he seemed to enjoy talking about.

You both were at some point just looking over at the undergoing sunset. You reached your hand and pressed the button.

He looked at you, this time he was puzzled.

- I got curious! - you said

Not long passed, when the now very recognizable lady waked in with a tray. Along side her, a guy was retrieving the plates. At some point in your conversation, while enjoying the main course, another bottle of wine arrived.

- I hope you had enjoyed the food, this is one of my favorites!
- We loved it! - you said
- I’ll let the chef know! - she said with a smile - now for dessert, we have a sicilian lemon sorbet

The dessert was served in the hollow peel of the lemon.

- Let me know if you guys need anything else!

And left. You started to appreciate this very magical way the evening was progressing.

- So - you continued - tell me more about this project you’re so excited about!

At this point you have abandoned the idea of trying to understand what was going on

- It’s an ongoing project that has been growing and Greg and I pulled some strings, called a few people and we were able to close great places for upcoming three shows at least
- That is great! - You felt daring - Can I go and watch those?
- Well - he smiled with his eyes - I was wanting to ask you that! Would mean a lot to me if you came…
- Aw… - you reached to his hand and squeezed - So sweet!

He squeezed back your hand.

- So - you picked another spoonful of the sorbet and asked before putting in your mouth - Where is it gonna be?

He answered.

And you froze, looking at him, spoon still in your mouth. He said only one word, and was like the entirety of the sounds around you got sucked out of existence. You both looked at each other, his eyes in expectation of your answer. And yours in disbelief. Suddenly, you started to piece together a theme you were not aware in this whole dinner experience.

You pulled the spoon out of your mouth and downed the wine still in your glass.

- I’m sorry - you said - I think I misheard you. Where exactly did you said?

Mike chuckled, amused by your shock, and repeated himself:

- Italy.

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- Are you sure about that? - you asked
- Do you have any idea how many times you asked me that? Because I lost count…
- I wanna know if you’re sure! Isn’t it a big step?
- Like the one you took in front of my bike? - he smirked
- I’m not joking…
- Me neither! - he said laughing- you leaped into the street!

You slapped his arm. He laughed even harder.

- Don’t they know about me already?
- Yes… - you admitted
- So what’s the big deal? - he mimicked being offended - are you embarrassed about me?
- Of course not!
- So let’s do it!

Mike knocked on the door before any other word left your lips

* * *

- What? - you answered in disbelief- I mean… what?

You picked the bottle and served yourself another glass of wine.

- It’s a country… - Mike said smiling

If looks could kill, he’d be dead now. The sun had already set. The balcony where you both had spent the evening dining and talking were illuminated by a few light spots. Without any of you both pressing any buttons, the same lady appeared.

- How's everything? - she chirped- is the dessert to your liking?

You had a thousand yards stare into the beach.

- It left her speechless - Mike said
- I hope because it was that good. - She said quickly setting two candles at the table
- Exactly! - Mike reached to your hand with both of his - I think we are ready for a coffee now.
- Excellent! - she left

Mike looked at you with a mix of worry and surprise by your reaction. He snapped his fingers in front of your face to bring your attention back to him

- Hey sweetie… - He grabbed your hand between his again as you turned to him - I know is a big ask… - he had the softest voice, to make you see his point of view - But it’s an important place to me. I lived there when I was younger, and I love the culture, I love the language. It’s like a part of me… A big part! - he reached to your face and brushed your hair behind your ear. - I’m asking you to get to know this part…

In the back of your head you could hear Lynn saying how he was difficult to open up… And how it felt so special when he was willing to share.

You thought him sharing would come in the shape of childhood stories, backstage confessions… Not an overseas last minute trip!

You smiled sheepishly.

- It’s so last minute…
- We still have a month to go! - he said like a month was plenty of time to get everything in place - I wanted you to know I really want you to go.
- Why did you wait until now to talk about this?

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

- When exactly was I supposed to talk about it? - he scoffed - The night I almost ran you over? Or when we got high in my place for the first time? - He could barely contain his laughter. He lowered his voice and approached your ear - Maybe when I got you pinned to the wall at the house you shared with your husband…

You rolled your eyes. Fine, you hated when he was right, because he definitely loved the feeling of being right. And leaned into it!

- Fine! Fine… There wasn’t a perfect time!
- What I want you to understand is- he cupped your face - is that it means a lot to me if you go. It’s just a weird timing…

The lady walked in with the coffee. Her smile never diminishing through out the entire night. She placed the coffee in front of you both

- Were you in on this? - you asked bluntly to the waitress
- On what, my dear? - she replied calmly - I was asked to give you guys a wonderful evening. I hope you guys enjoyed.
- We sure did… - Mike replied

Without missing a beat, she placed two small glasses on the table and filled with a yellow liquid.

- Limoncello, as a gift for the couple.

You looked at her with arched eyebrows. She winked at you and left.

- So… What do you say?

He hoped for an answer with eager eyes. You picked your coffee and looked at him.

- I want you to do something for me first…

***

Hellen opened the door.

- Hello, you two!

Of course you had talked about Mike with her. She’s your sister, closest friend… and quite frankly, the only family that mattered now with Alan, almost, out of the picture.

When you were born, Hellen was almost a teen at 12 years old. The age gap didn’t drove you guys apart while growing up. And now, you both into adulthood, you were the rock in each other’s life.

- C’omon in! - Hellen pushed the door open and walked away limping a bit. - I’m finishing dinner.
- Need help? - You offered
- Nah, I’m fine!

From the kitchen you could hear Daniel, your brother in law.

- Please, stay out! We are pros working here!
- Yeah, yeah… - you dismissed him.

Hellen came out of the kitchen, still limping.

- Well, he kicked me out too! You guys want a beer?
- Could you just sit down!? - You said exasperated - Stop limping around, I get the beer.

Mike just watched the entire thing a bit confused and out of place. Actually feeling fine being left out of the whole confusion, until…

- You - Hellen pointed at him - Forgive my sister, she was raised by wolves. - she extended her hand to you - I’m Hellen, her older sister.
- I’m Mike - He smiled - I’m trying to move your sister to my house bit by bit.
- Mike! - You exclaimed - Seriously?
- I like him… - Hellen said looking at you
- Are you ok? - Mike said, a bit of concern in his eyes, very subtly focusing on Hellen’s leg - I mean. She wanted me to meet you guys, and I was more than happy to it. But we could have gone out!
- Non sense!- Hellen exclaimed and extended the leg she was limping - I won’t let this thing hold me down. - She looked at him, and trying to appease his curiosity - Old car accident. Sliced some nerves, now I can almost walk normally, except when the weather is changing.
- Ah, I see… - Mike extended his right hand, palm up to her - I have the same problem.

She picked his hand and examine the scars in his palm that spilled to his wrist. He extended his fingers and balled his hand in a fist. Showing her that the fingers moved, but not at the same pace.

- You move it very well! What happened ? - Hellen was still holding his hand in hers
- I was in my stupid teens… And broke a beer bottle with my bare hands.
- Well, at least you have a cooler story than me!
- I have no feeling on it - he said while she pinched his fingers - But moves fine, so I guess I got lucky.
- That’s really good! - She moved her foot forward - I feel very little, and move poorly- she slowly shake her foot side to side - At least I can put my weight on it…

You looked from afar while Mike and your sister bonded over old wounds. You didn’t even knew he had this in his hand. He really was a mistery. Would you one day really know him?

Daniel left the kitchen and walked pass you and went straight to those two.

- Hey, man… Nice to meet you. I’m Daniel.
- Hey Daniel, I’m Mike - they shook hands.
- Yeah… hmmm - Daniel’s eyes betrayed a bit of uneasiness- She told us about you. How did you guys meet?
- He almost ran me over with a bike - you said eyeing Mike.
- What?!? - said Hellen
- Nice… - said Daniel
- That’s really not how that happened!

A short silence fell through the room. That soon burst out with laughter

- At some point, I will need some explanation! - Hellen pointed two fingers to her eyes and then pointed them at Mike

That playful banter was all that the evening needed so everyone could feel at ease.

Dinner was served and everyone ate around the table. The food was delicious! Reverse seared Rib eye steak in reduced wine sauce. Sauté potatoes and salad. Daniel loved to cook, but this time he out did himself!

You forfeited alcohol so Mike could drink and you would drive the car back to his place.

Hellen and Daniel were perfect in the role of concerned parent:

“How long have you been seen each other?”
“Oh, so you were married at some point?”
“Wait, so you met Alan?? Did you punched him?”

And Mike was being so gracious with all his answers:

- Not too long, but I love this time we’ve spent together
- Yes, I was. It ended a good few years ago. We ended on good terms
- I did! Didn’t punched him, but we made sure he remembered we were there… - he said with his eyes smiling straight at you

The evening proceeded lovely.

- So - Hellen commented during desert- I’ve heard you guys are going on a trip…
- Are we? - Mike said, looking directly at you - Because I could not get an answer
- Well - you said, shifting uncomfortable with the attention changing to you - yeah… I didn’t say yes.
- Why?? - Daniel intervene - I thought you were already packing your bags!
- No, I…. - you poked your chocolate mousse with the spoon trying to forget all eyes on you - I wanted you guys to know him first, you know? If something happened to me in Italy, you guys should know exactly who was the culprit!
- I see… - Hellen said - Well Mike seems like a great guys - Mike smiled - Now do you mind standing against that wall so we can take your mug shots?

Everyone laughed. Before the night ended, and against your protests, Hellen and Mike actually took staged mug shots against a blank wall.

Perhaps a few hours later than you imagined, you and Mike were saying your good byes by the door.

- Thank for having us. - Mike said
- Our pleasure - Hellen answered giving him a big hug
- Oh, and Daniel - you said - thank you so much for following through with our agreement
Daniel pulled you closer to a sideways hug

- Hardest thing I ever had to do… - he casually stated - but it was worth it!
- What? - Mike said confused
- Oh, yeah… - you had a big smile, ready to release Daniel from the agreement- Daniel is a die hard fan of yours. I made him promise to act normal today
- What??? - Mike said surprised - Come here man! That’s so cool - and pulled Daniel in a hug from shaking his hand. - Do you have anything you want me to sign

Daniel was practically in cloud nine. They both went back to inside the house while he looked for something specific.

You and Hellen watched smiling while Daniel was specially giddy while Mike signed his long play copy of California.

Daniel started listing the times he saw him live, Mike seemed at home giving attention to an eager fan and was engaged in the conversation.

- So… - Hellen pulled you aside, talking in a lower voice - when are you gonna put the guy out of his misery?
- What? - you said confused
- Tell him you’re going already! - She said a little exasperated but forcing her voice to be low. - He clearly wants you there, it’s gonna be a hell of a trip, what are you waiting for?
- I don’t know… - you faced your shoes - seems weird to leave the country with a guy, while still married to Alan
- Well, fuck Alan! - you laughed - He deserves after being an asshole. You deserve to be happy.
- Yeah…
- Listen - Hellen held you by your shoulders. - Promise me you won’t let Alan, even the memory of Alan, get in the way of you living a great experience.
- I promise… - You sighted right as Mike and Daniel returned.
- Let’s go? - Mike said.

His eyes seemed heavy. He was sleepy, and a little drunk.

- I thought it was a pretty nice dinner. - Mike said after a long silence in the drive home
- Yes! - you said excited- It really was!
- You didn’t had to ask Daniel to pretend not to know me - he laughed - guy was great, super fun!
- Oh, I just didn’t wanted that to monopolize the conversation. And you seemed to be getting along with them both even before knowing that.
- I did, I did… - he said absentmindedly looking out the window while you guys drove into the gates of his place.

This time you lead the way up to the stairs. He gave you the keys to open the door. You thought it was weird that he handed you just two separate keys, instead of his keychain.

When you gave them back, he took your hand and placed the keys back in your palm

- This one is yours

You looked at the keys in your hand, like it was the first time you saw that mysterious object.

- Are you serious? - you asked
- More than anything- he said closing your fingers over the key. - I wanted to give it to you when I asked you to come to Italy with me. But you were so taken aback, that I decided to spare you the excitement.

You laughed and placed the keys on top of the kitchen counter. Without a warning you launched yourself on to Mike, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips.

- Is that a yes? - He managed to smilingly say in the few seconds your lips left his. His arms wrapping your waist
- That’s a “get on that couch”

Mike went straight to sit in the middle of the couch, dragging you by your hand. While standing placed between his legs, you shoved his shoulders against the back of the couch. He tossed his head back, with his eyes closed. Not a hint of tiredness in him anymore.

You ran your hands down his chest, his belly, landing in the bulge in front of his pants, where you grabbed with some light pressure. A grunt rumbled from deep in his chest in the form of your name.

- Perhaps - you rubbed your hand still applying pressure in his sensitive areas - you’re tired of the evening. Don’t you?
He took a deep breath with his eyes closed.

- Which answer will get you on my lap in the next few seconds? - he said with a smile
- Well, - you undid his button and zipped his pants down - pretty much any…

He laughed. A deep laugh, but still amused. In moments like this, you couldn’t tell if he was happier when she took control, or when he was the one dominating. The important part was, you were both happy.

You turned your back at him and shake your butt while folding at the middle and removing your pants.

- Oh, - he said amused - I even got a show, huh?
- Yes, sir… - you said

He took a deep breath and let the air out in a dragged moan. You turned to look back while still sticking your butt out. His hands clenching in his lap.

- So… - you said straddling his legs - Do I get a reaction from you when I call you… - you approached your lips to his ear before whispering - … Sir

His hands went straight to your hips. He pressed you against his crotch with little tenderness. His hips also lifting to search any more friction and pressure against him he could find.

You rolled your heads from side to side of your shoulders. High not only from the rough pressure Mike was pushing you through, but from the effect you get from him, just by using a little word.

Fighting against his grip, you pushed your hips apart from his. Freeing his cock from the boxers, reducing by one layer of fabric the distance between you both.

Without letting you do much more, Mike pressed you down again. His dick nested against your slit under the lace of your panties.

- Ride me like this… - one of his hands leaving your hip and roaming your body until it wrapped softly around your neck.

You turned your face to the ceiling just as Mike squeeze your neck. Your hands travel over his arm, from your neck to his shoulders, using him as support to move your hips.

The layer of lace between his shaft and the soft wetness of your pussy, was thin enough to give him a taste of the heat of your body, but it was still enough to keep him wanting more.

You move your hips pushing it down and forward, dragging a soft moan from his lips each time. His chest moving up and down under your hands, under the press of your fingernails that made him suck the air through his teeth.

Pushing down on the sofa with your knees, you lifted your hips from his lap, feeling the coldness of the absence of him against your sex. He remove his hand from your neck, and wandered it through your body until the front of your panties, pushing it to the side.

You reach for his cock, placing his tip just at your entrance, giving him two slow strokes before starting to down on his lap again. Him already wet with precum, your hands help spread. With a gasp you respond to his body entering yours, when he pushes his hip up to meet yours.

He open his mouth in a soundless “ah…”, that turns into a smile when he presses you down.

You move your hips in slow tight circles, feeling his fingers pressing down deeper on the skin of your thighs.

- You know… - he says with a incredibly steady voice - I still don’t have an answer from you.

You could not refrain from smiling on his insistence.

- Come with me… please… I wanna take you there…
- You want me to come? - you smile at the construction of word, your hips circling and pressing harder against him
- I want… - he grabbed a fistful of your hair at the back of your head and close to the roots - come with me… - he thrusts his hips gaining more depth in you - come for me…
- Which … - you feel your head light, your core tight as you feel your orgasm approaching- Which one you want?

Mike gave a tug at your hair again, as you moaned in response. Turning your face up, exposing your throat to his teeth, his lips, his tongue…

- I want… - he says examining the teeth marks he gave you- everything

You moaned loudly as he push the ground and levered his hip upwards against you.

- Will you come? For me? - he increases his speed, your moaning been chopped as he slams his hips against yours

You can hear him talk, you can process what he’s asking… you cannot for the life of your give an answer. Every sound out of your mouth is a lewd moaning,

- Come for me babe, come… come with me… - his voice is becoming more lost, like he’s talking to himself amongst his own pleasure.

You both are so close, so focused. On getting your closure, on getting your answers.

You are the first to go. You feel it building up in your core, you hold your breath like you could miss it if you don’t pay attention. It washes over you like a wave. All at once, you tight your legs around Mike, your hips relax, and you let go of your breath in one word

- Yes! - you tight your arms around Mike’s neck and shoulders

He follows right after you, his breath labored, one arm behind your back, pulling you so close you feel you could fuse together with the intensity he’s putting into it. You clenched around him, makes him whimper like he doesn’t wanna let go of this moment. He feels a bit pathetic with the sounds you are coaxing out of him… at the same time he feels that’s he’s just exactly where he wants.

He grabs your tights just as he comes. He feels like he’s putting too much pressure in your flesh, you don’t seem to care at all.

He takes a few deep breaths as he comes back from what was an intense orgasm. You comb his hair out of his face with your nails.

With an absent smile, he looks deep in your eyes:

- Yes? - he asks
You smile softly and try to look away from him. Only for him to tug your hair again and sustain your glance
- Yes? - He asks again
- Yes! - Your smile too big

His eyes are bright and his smile reach them when he pulls you closer swiftly and press his lips against yours.

Yes… you had travel plans to do.

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Thank God for Mutual Visa Exemption Agreements!

You already had too much to stress about, there’s no need to bring more bureaucracy to the mix.

To be completely honest, all you had to do was pack your bags. Mike had purchased your tickets on the following day you said yes. Later the same day you watched his exchange in italian over the phone to some people. He explained you he was simply including you in some reservations he had made before.

You didn’t wanted to admit but the hardest part for you would be getting your passport.

Not actually acquiring a passport. You had that already. But retrieving tour passport… From the apartment.

The speed that it went from our house, to Alan’s house, to “the apartment” planted an uneasiness in your stomach. Months ago you had a, as far as you were aware, happy marriage.

The speed it all came crashing down was dizzying. And along came Mike entering your life, which made everything faster, everything more intense. At the same time you loved his presence, you could admit to yourself that it was also a distraction of putting the necessary legal distance between you and Alan.

You had plans, get your passport, tell him as soon as you’d be back, the divorce was rolling, get out. Simple, fast and efficient.

But before…

It was still very new to open Mike’s apartment with your keys.

- Hello? - you said walking in
- In here - Mike answered from the kitchen.

He had his laptop open in the counter, cellphone on his ear, finishing a conversation. He had been so busy with the final adjustments of the travel, you always found him in the middle of something.

- So - He said rolling the stool to face you - the keys worked!
- Yeah, like… - you placed yourself between his thighs and hugged his neck - Well, like a key actually
- Yeah, that makes sense…

You both smiled. While he was sitting you had the rare advantage of being taller than him. You scratched your nails in his scalp while kissing him. His smile never fading.

Muffled voices came from the inside of the house.

- Ok, stop moving! - a female voice went
- No, wait! - a male voice exasperated said before a low thump

You pulled your face from Mike’s. He rolled his eyes

- Kids…
- What is going on? - you asked worried
- Eddy, Lynn and Mickey. - he said - They’re here
An explosion of feminine laughter came from the other room.
- What are they doing??- Another thump
- Well… - Mike scratched his head - I told them to pick whatever they wanted as a prop to use in the shows but… I have no idea what are they actually doing

Giggles came barreling down the corridor. Eddy broke into the kitchen, eyes widening when she saw you.

- Oh my God, hi!! - She was barely containing her laughter - I’m so sorry about what you’re about to see, but… - she looked at you both and to the corridor where she came from. - Mike, we need to take this! It will make the trip so SO much easier!

You and Mike exchanged a look. He had as much of a clue as you of what was about tho come down the hall. And did they delivered.

- OH MY GOD! - you went surprised
- That will make the trip easier, I agree - Mike seemed unbothered
- Mickey, - you approached the guy - is that you?

Lynn walked in followed close behind by someone you could only guess it was Mickey. His face was mostly covered. He had a black leather blindfold, and what looked like a gas mask covering the lower half of his face. His hands bound together by cuffs attached to the leash Lynn was carrying.

A muffled mumbling came from under the mask. No word could be understood.

- He was supposed to be able to talk. - Milke said - I used to sing with those…
- Well, yeah… - Eddy reached for his mask - we knew that, so we added something.

She removed the mask that ended up taking out his blindfold in the process. Under the mask, Mickey had a gag ball.

- Nice touch - Mike gave his approval

Mickey blinked a few times and met your eyes. He smiled around the ball shoved in his mouth and waved eagerly at you, rattling the chain of his cuffs.

- Are you ok? - you asked half worried, half stifling a laughter

Mickey rolled his eyes to the back of his head and slowly nodded yes.

- We might have troubles going over the X ray at the airport, but I think it’s worth it! - Lynn said while Eddy unbuckled the gag from his head.

A strand of saliva stretched between his open mouth and the ball, that Eddy unapologetically wiped it in his shirt.

- I’ve discovered at least - Mickey took a deep breath - three new kinks today…
- See… You’re learning about yourself - Lynn said scratching his blond buzz cut with her long nails, still in possession of the leash- Such a good boy!

Mickey moaned deeply letting his eyes close.

- Four… - his head dropping low- Four new kinks.
- What was that sound like something falling? - Mike asked
- We tossed him on the ground to put the blindfold on and restrain him- Eddy said casually
- It was amazing! - Mickey snapped back
- Yeah - Lynn completed - he didn’t fought back one bit!
- Next time, when I’m on the ground - Mickey rubbed his head like a needy cat on Lynn’s shoulder- kick me!
- Do we have a color system, or a safe word? - Eddy said - He’s scaring me
- Eddy! - Mickey lifted his head and went straight at her pointing at his lips - Spit in my mouth! - and sticked his tongue out - Right here, do it! I dare you!
- Ok, that’s enough - Lynn pulled him by the leash back to the inside of the house- We gonna set you free and pretend that never happened.

- Well, - you said - That was a lot more of Mickey I expected to know. - Mike smiled and waved his head - Off I go now .

You gave Mike peck on his lips and pulled away. You were met with resistance from his hands still holding you in place by your waist.

- You just got here, where you going?
- I, hmm… - you avoided his eyes, picking an imaginary lint in the shoulder of his shirt - Gonna get my passport.
- Your passport… - He stated
- Yep - Mike moved your face with two fingers to force you to look at him.
- At Alan’s? - You took a deep breath and nodded- Alone?

You rolled your eyes and pulled away. You walked to the refrigerator to get some water.

- I’ll walk in, get the passport and get out! - you said focusing in pouring water, still avoiding Mike’s eyes
- I told you that was a bad idea, - he was calm, not raising his voice, but you felt he was being more stern than his normal demeanor- You were there, you agreed with me.

You had your hands on the counter and looking directly at him. Mickey came back from the back of the house. He got a glass and inadvertently placed himself almost between you and Mike, at one end of the counter.

- I know. - you insisted - But it’s gonna be fast. I don’t need you to drop everything and come with me.
- I want to! - he said - But I have to meet Greg. Can’t you go another time?
- I just wanna get this over with! - Your balled your hands in fists on top of the counter

The tension between you two filled the air, interrupted by Mickey

- I don’t like when Mom and Dad are fighting… - The tension lingered and none of you both wanted to let go - Ok, what’s going on? - Mickey said seriously this time.

Mike raised his eyebrows at you, encouraging you to speak. Only you could open up here, he didn’t wanted to spill any more information about the current state of affairs of your past relationship that you were comfortable with. You took a defeated deep breath.

- I need to get my passport at my ex’s house.
- And Mike is jealous? - Mickey completed
- Are you? - You said finally looking at him, a playful smile in your lips
- She wants to go alone - He said not giving in to your tentative of relieving the stress
- Ooh, bad idea! - Mickey said
- Thank you! - Mike said finally smiling and slapping the counter

You tossed your head back, taking a deep breath. Took you some days to muster the courage to get this over with. You didn’t wanted to see Alan, you didn’t even wanted to see the apartment you lived for the past years. The mere possibility of going there made tou feel nauseous. You just wanted to rip this bandaid off as soon as possible.

- You can’t go with her? - Mickey asked
- Not now. - He said
- I go! - he said excited… ready to be part of that. Too excited, you felt - What do I do? Punch him as soon as he open the door?
- Yes - Mike said without missing a beat
- No! - you went - No punching, no fighting!
- Of course not… - Mickey said innocently at you, turning to Mike right after - Do you have whips I can match with that gas mask?
- Sure!
- Mike! - you exclaimed
- What? I do!
- I take Mickey, - you said - no gadgets!
- Fine, take my car, take my Mickey! - Mike said sounding more at ease with the conversation - Just take care out there.
- Ok - you picked the car keys he tossed at you - Give me a kiss before I leave?

Still sited, he pulled you closer to give you a kiss. You went for just a soft peck. But he held you in place to properly kiss you. It wasn’t a proper fight, but was the first time you both had any sort of a disagreement, he wanted to make sure you both were fine.

You and Mickey left, already poking fun at each other. Mike still had a smile in his face after the kiss you gave him.

- Well… - Lynn was at the door, looking over this whole interaction- isn’t that sweet…
- I let your puppy out with her, was that ok? - he said smiling
- Oh fine! - Lynn laughed- Good luck to her. Tell me… have you told her already?

Mike closed the lap top. Taking a deep breath.

- What do you mean? - he said without looking at her, making himself busy with preparing to meet Greg.
- Mike, I know you for ages… I see the way you look at her. I see how you behave around her…
- Lynn… - he finally looked at the woman that had him all figured out - It’s complicated. I don’t wanna screw everything over, God knows I’m good at that!

She posed a soft concerned smile. Lynn knew him well, and could see right through the tough guy facade he put out in the world.

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

- Trust me… You won’t.

***

You and Mickey went down the stairs talking and playful. It was incredible the little brother energy it emanated from him. Not that you knew how it was to grow up with a little brother. But at the same time you felt you could protect him, you were on the verge of punching him most of the time. That’s gotta be the feeling, right?

You tossed him the keys, and you both set yourselves in the car.

- Can I ask you something? - he said, for the first time you felt he was choosing his words and that felt uneasy
- I guess…
- We’re going to pick your passport at your ex’s house right?
- Right
- Which means he’s not a long time ex - you stood in silence - How long since he’s an ex boyfriend?
- Oh boy…

Maybe it was part of the younger brother aura, but you held nothing back. Not going into the depths of details Mike knew, you bared your story  into Mickey’s ears.

- That mother fucker! - Mickey smacked the steering wheel when parking - I hate him! Can I hate him? Because I do!
- You can - you laughed
- Man, I cannot believe this! - he was getting flustered when leaving the car - Seriously, I need a moment

You didn’t knew how to feel about Mickey being serious, and was even harder to place anger in his specter of emotions. You knew him just as a goofy presence, making sure everyone around him was laughing, or being made fun of.

At the lobby of the building, you and Mickey stood facing each other.

- We good, Mickey? - you asked - I can go upstairs and you wait for me here
- Nah - he said dismissively- not a chance!

He was already on his way when you pulled him back by his shirt

- Promise me we won’t make a scene
- What? - he said laughing and looking away from you
- Mickey - you pulled his face back at you by his goatee claded chin - we will be good right?
- Right - he agreed against his will rolling his eyes

You both went to the apartment. His behavior weirdly mirrored Mike’s stance last time you guys were here.

As you knocked on the door , he stood leaning in the wall.

- Hey, - Alan said - how are you?
- Good - you said walking in

Just like the last time, he was closing the door when Mickey barged in. He did put more force in pushing back the door than Mike.

- What the… - Alan reacted. - Who is this guy?
- I’m none of your fucking business. - Mickey turned to Alan

You returned to grab Mickey by his shirt again.

- Hey, hey… - you said turning him back to you - you promised, remember?
- Alright… - he went with you while still looking back at Alan

You dragged him along with you to the office and locked the door. This time your objective was to keep an eye on Mickey.

To your dismay, Alan had rearranged the whole thing. Putting her stuff all crumpled up in a locker.

- Jesus Christ… - you muttered under your breath getting stuff out of the cabinet.
Mickey was hovering over you expecting an opportunity to be helpful.

- Here, hold this for me. - you gave him a few folders. - can you look into this. See if they are old paper or my documents?

He sat at a chair and started going over them. You knew exactly that your documents weren’t there, but you gave him something so he wasn’t seething in his own thoughts.

- Tell me - you proceeded in trying to get his mind at ease - Do you have siblings?
- I do! - his features softened - I have an older sister. And two younger sisters that I love more than anything
- Aww… - you fawned over this fact, that explained a lot about his behavior with you in this situation. He was surrounded by siblings
- In fact - He continued - it’s because of my younger sister that everyone calls me Mickey.
- Really? I’m interested - you kept an eye over the disorganized moutain of paper, while still giving Mickey some attention. 
- It was an ours thing! - he laughed- I used to mimick Mickey for her since she was a tiny baby, and she loved it.

Mickey already felt lighter.

- A mutual friend put me in touch with Mike. We exchanged a few messages, but he was traveling. - You were not sure if he got your idea of just distracting him, but he was absorbed by the memory and forgot the papers at his hands - And then one day, Mike called me “Hey, I’m back. I know it’s short noticed but could you drop by and we talk, play something…” It was a great opportunity, but… - he laughed- My parents had travelled and I was taking care of my 5 year old sister. So I decided to be honest and told Mike. And he was like “Oh man, no problem… Bring her in! Does she like ice cream?”
- Really? - you said smiling. The folder with your documents in your lap, but you could not muster to interrupt him now
- Yeah! And was great, was like an interview and a jam session. Mike was super nice to her, they had ice cream together… An he heard her calling me Mickey! “Mickey, huh?” He said “Do you want EVERYONE to call him Mickey?” And the little bastard said yes!

You laughed along with him, grateful the mood was so much lighter now. You stood beside him and placed a hand in his shoulder.

- After all, what is your name anyway?
- Robert - Mickey said standing up
- Wow, you do not look like a Robert! You look like Mickey!
- I know right?
- Are you ready? We just need to go now
- Let’s go!

Outside of the office, Alan was in the way of the door of the house.

- Did you find everything?
- Yeah - you could not let it go - your new organization didn’t help, but I got my documents
- Why do you need them anyway?

The question took you by surprise. What gave him the confidence that you owned him explanations?

- I guess is private right?
- And where is Mike?
- Ok, that’s enough! - Mickey placed a hand on your shoulder. The roles were swiftly exchanging
- I just asked her a question… - his expression was the same you watched many times. He knew he was being inconvenient, but he masked as concern
- Mike is busy - Mickey piped up - and that’s why I’m here, is there a problem?
- I was just wondering how many more guys would feel the need to accompanied her to come here.

You and Mickey exchanged looks. None of you were believing what you were listening.

- Alan, - you rubbed your temples where a dull pain started to form - what the actual fuck do you mean?
- Oh, you know…
- No I don’t! - you were losing your temper

Mickey passed his hand from your shoulder to your arm and gently squeezed . He tried to push you to the door, but you wouldn’t budge.

- Well - Alan started, a faint smile in his lips - you left here running, without saying a word. And a few days after you showed up with a guy ready to move you out of here. One must wonder…
- Wonder what, Alan? - you pulled your arm from Mickey’s hand and took a few steps in his direction - Wonder that I was fucking Mike before I left?
- Hey… - he lifted his palms - Your words, not mine…
- Are you fucking kidding me? - you slapped the folder of documents at the table near by- I walked in to you literally inside someone else and you wanna twist this to be my fault?
- You have to admit it was convenient…
- What if I was? Two wrongs don’t make a right, Alan! Face your fuck ups! - you said the last phrase pushing your fingers at his chest

What happened after was ever so fast and so confusing that not even youbannd Mickey putting together your stories could make full sense to anyone not in the room.

Alan grabbed you by the wrist and twisted your arm away from him.

- Hey - he shouted - keep your fingers to yourself!

Mickey nothing short than materialized between you both and pushed Alan with both hands in his chest

- Get your hands off of her!
- Or what? - he replied picking Mickey by his shirt.

He only had time to utter those words without any action. Before Mickey had time to show any expression, surprise or anger. He couldn’t even pinpoint what he properly felt, when Alan was taking his hands to his own face.

- Hell, no! - was the only thing you could say before your fist hit Alan right in his eye.

You aimed for the nose, but you would never admit that in the blind rage, you misplaced the punch.

- Get your hands away from him! - you said
- Let’s go! - Mickey pulled you by your arm

As soon as you turned and faced Mickey, Alan recomposed himself. He extended his arm, grabbed a handful of your shirt and pulled hard. Mickey had just enough time to see you being pulled back, almost losing your feet under you, and was enough for him to think with his fists

- Hell, no! - he said just like you before and turned around hitting Alan’s nose

He gave out a muffled scream because his hands were already back in his face.
Mickey grabbed your arm with one hand and the documents folder with the other.

- Let’s go… - his eyes wete twitching in anger since he saw Alan twist your wrist away.

In the corridor, he pushed the button over and over like it would make it arrive faster. Both of you had your eyes in the door, but you also doubt that Alan was coming back for seconds after having being punched by you both.

As soon as the elevator arrived, Mickey almost tossed you in, having never let go of your arm.

- Are you ok? - he said holding you by your shoulders on the way down

Your eyes were wide. Fear, confusion, incredulity and so much more that Mickey could not read at that moment.

- I never knew he could… - you said in an almos inaudible voice

Mickey pulled you into a hug. He was a little taller than Mike, so he had to actually put his head down to cradle your head under his face.

- You stood up for me - he said - that was so fucking cool!

A sob hitched in your throat, and you forced a cough to disguise it. Mickey realized but didn’t made a big deal. You both left the building, his arm around your shoulders.

- I’m gonna take you back to Mike’s…
- No! - you said buckling your seatbelt- I can’t, not now.
- But…
- No Mickey, please…

He sighed and drove away.

***

Mike was working extra hard to focus with Greg today. They had to work the last details of the venues in Italy. What were they missing, what was necessary to hire there, what they could bring. All very semsitive points. But part pf Mike’s concentration was on the two messages he semd you and one he sent Mickey and none was answered.

He called an uber to get back home, as soon as he got in the car, his phone vibrated. It was Mickey

- Hello…
- Hey man, how is it going? - Mickey’s voice was low, he seemed to be whispering
- Fine, I’m going home. Was everything ok?
- Well… - Mickey seemed to be - We need you here
- Where?
- Come to her house
- Ok

Mike asked the driver to change the destination

***

- Are you sure you don’t want some water and sugar? - Mickey was opening that cabinets at your apartment
- There’s no sugar… - you said more to yourself than anything
- Ok… Can I get you something to eat then?
- Nothing to eat either…
- Are you sure you’re living here? - he said
That’s when you finally came from your semi catatonic state and gave a look that said “do you really wanna go over this now?”

- I get you some water - he said

You sat at your bed. When Mickey brought you the glass and you reached for it with both hands, he picked the same wrist Alan did and placed the glass on your other hand. He had placed a chair in front of you, and sat down. He looked at your wrist looking for any signs that Alan hands were there. Like his touch could have burned and marked your skin, with the sheer intention of hurting you.

- I’m fine, Mickey - You said
- What about the hand you used to punch him? - he smiled

Mickey was still giddy over the fact you stood up for him. That meant a lot. But you still had a sensation in the back of your head, like you have learned too much about all the involved in one go. You learned how wicked Alan could present himself. You learned that, besides not long ago having been sharing a life with him, he could pull your strings so tight you had no choice but defending yourself and the person with you.

There was knock on the door.

- It’s open - Mickey said

Your eyes widened to Mickey, followed by Mike walking into your place.

- Mickey! - You exclaimed- When…
- I called him when you were in the bathroom. - You sighed and hid your face in your hands, Mickey continued - Listen, Mike asked me to go with you and take care of you. I am doing that

Mickey looked at Mike and received a soft smile and a nod.

- Ok, I gotta go. - he stood up - You two take care…

He patted Mike on the shoulder on the way out. You lifted your head from your hands, to see Mike raising one finger and going out through the door.

- Mickey - he called to reach the guy before he reached the elevator
- Hey man, I just remembered…

Mickey was interrupted by a hug. It was kinda awkward, Mickey wasn’t expecting. He slowly lifted his arms and patted Mike on his back

- Thanks for being there with her - Mike said
- Hey, no problem, man!
- Are you ok? - he asked genuinely concerned
- Yeah! - Mickey smiled - We gangued up on the guy! Was awesome!

Mike couldn’t help but laugh.

- Dude, - Mickey continued with pride almost bursting from his chest - She punched her ex to defend me! I don’t care what happens from now on, but I got a new sister!
- I’m glad you guys bonded by beating someone up!
- Hey, - Alan reach for his pocket- your car keys.
- No, take the car. I’ll probably stay here.

Mike walked back to the apartment and found you brewing coffee. Mickey could not find anything in the apartment, but coffee was paramount.

- Before you say I told you so… - You looked at him - Please don’t
- I wasn’t- Mike said walking to your bed and removing his shoes

He was quiet. You could feel his eyes on your back as you finish the coffee. You poured coffee in two mugs and brought back to Mike. He took both from your hands and placed them in your nightstand..

- Come here… - he pulled you closer in his lap. You sat in one of his legs, eyes fixed in your own hands twirling in your lap - All that matters to me is if you are ok.

His voice was low and soft. He had one hand in your back and the other landed in your tight, giving a light squeeze, as he needed to reassure you he was there. He irradiated the safety you felt lacking in your ex’s apartment. The warmth of his hands grounding you, untying knots of tension you were not aware you had until they were dissipating. You took a deep breath that hit you like that one breath after almost being dragged underwater.

You crumbled.

- I had no idea - you started between tears - He could possibly lay his hands on me - a labored deep breath - On Mickey!
- I heard you both took care of it..

A laughter erupted from your chest.

- We did - you said laughing and crying in equal proportions
- I hope you know, Mickey would take a bullet for you now.. - you laughed again. Your heart tight on how that meant so much to you
- You wanna tell me what happened?

You made the best to put the ideas in order. Mike’s hand in your thigh unconsciously squeezed when you got to the part Alan started implying you had cheated before. He made the best possible to keep his face neutral, but you could feel his body tensing as the story went forward. His breathing becoming heavier. As much as everything was a disaster, talking was good.

You remember the first time you opened up your heart to Mike, at his couch, over coffee. How much that felt better. Now here you were again. Only this time you didn’t felt like a burden. You didn’t felt like standing up and leaving.

Mike interrupted you very little, letting you relay the story in the way it was best for you. As the day went on, you talked with your hands, walked around the room, fought with the memories you had of your past with Alan, cried more than you thought you could over the end of your marriage. You could finally work through all the feelings you felt this whole mess was stopping you from processing.

This terrible day moved to its end. You were tired, physical and emotionally. Mike had leaned himself back over the headboard. You talked less and less, allowing Mike to interject here and there. At some point you stop replying. You were laid across his chest, a hand over his shoulder. Mike could feel your breath slow and deep. You finally rested.

- You awake? - you don’t move or give any indication of having heard him. Mike takes a deep breath - I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you today. - he moved his palm in broad soft strokes on your back. - I’m glad I asked Mickey. He was the extension of me there… Kinda jackass extension, which I think makes me a jackass as well. - he chuckled taking care to not shake you too much. - But if I knew it would get that bad, I would… - he pondered - maybe drag you to my meeting with Greg, so you wouldn’t go alone anyway…

He nuzzled your hair, taking a deep breath on your smell. He sighed, letting his head fall back at the headboard.

- The truth is… - He pressed his eyes closed for a moment - I keep trying to show you, every way I can, because… I don’t know, if it’s too soon. Or too fast…

Without realizing he was holding you tighter against his chest.

- But you are, one of the greatest surprises I had in my life. - His eyes trailed from the ceiling to the window, only a sleeve of the moon was in the sky - And I do love you… - He felt like a knot undid in his chest. He carried this feeling around like a cocked gun and now he felt at ease once again - Yeah, I do…

He kissed the top of your head.

- Sleep tight, babe…

Soon his breath was slow as he fell asleep. Unbeknownst to him, a soft smile tugged the corner of your lips.

***
It’s amazing the ability of the sun, from millions of kilometers away, to shine directly into our eyes when we try to sleep.

You lied belly down, and was pretty sure there was a body under yours not too long ago. The slight puffiness in your eyes, a reminder of the worst parts of yesterday. Just like his smell still in the bed, was a reminder of the best part.

You picked yourself up from the bed. Yesterday’s clothes wrinkled on your skin as you washed your face. Mike was definitely not here. The anxiety you felt the first time you woke up alone in his bed, gave way to an easiness. The certainty he would be back soon was a new and welcoming feeling.

Just as you completed that thought, you heard him punching the code at the door. You came out to the bedroom, just as he opened the door.

- So, I’ll never be able to surprise you with breakfast, right?

You laughed and went straight to his arms as he left breakfast on the counter of the small kitchen.

- Are you feeling better today? - he said with his chin nestled on the top of your head
- Yes, - you nodded with your face buried in his chest, your words muffled - I slept really well.
- Good - he held you by your shoulders and gave you peck on your lips - help me set the breakfast?

He removed a few pastries from the paper bag and passed them to you, as you set them on the table. While doing this he cleared his throat

- I was thinking - he weighted his words - What do you plan on doing with this place?
- I don’t know - you said - What do you mean?
- I mean - he methodically folded the empty paper bag, before putting in the trash - We are gonna be out for a while.
- Yeah…
- Does it make sense to keep this place? - you removed the to go coffee cup from his hands and opened after he fumbled with it for a few seconds - You can keep your things some place else
- Some place else… - you nodded with a smile- Do you have any idea where?
- I’m not sure if you noticed… - he took a sip of his coffee - but I happen to have an apartment
- Oh my God, what are the odds? - you said suppressing a smile
- I know, right? - the corners of his lips fighting to keep a straight face - What are the chances that you could use some place else, and I happen to have, some place else?
- It’s almost supernatural…
- So - he was already smiling- You can think about it, and we have until the trip to decide.
- Ok… - you said without missing a beat
- You’ll think about it? - he said
- I’ll check out - you said, no overthinking it, no second guessing- I’ll move my stuff to your… place.

Mike was stunned. His lips parted as he was going to speak, and close again. He looked at you intensely

- Just like that? - he said incredulous
- Yep
- No time to think? No meeting your sister again? Not gonna run a background check on me?
- Who said I haven’t run a background check on you?
- Good point… - he nodded
- Besides… - you said twisting the coffee cup between your fingers. - I do… love you too…

The faint shock of your easy acceptance to move in had not yet left his face when he was hit with this statement. Casual, like you had just asked him what he fancied for lunch.

- You… - he removed his glasses and set them on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose. - How…
- I woke up at some point… - you smiled - you were talking, I didn’t wanted to interrupt
- Well that’s awkward… - his eyes facing every possible surface in this apartment, except your eyes - Of course I planned to tell you. But I wanted to actually say it, not come to you in a dream.

You both looked at each other. The presence of what had been just said, hanging between you, as solid as the breakfast table.

As if it was rehearsed, you both stood up and were in each other’s arms. He held your face in his hand, while his other arm was around your waist.

- Is that crazy? - he asked, his eyes scanning all over your face
- Of course it is - you said with a smile - I’m still married and you already tried to kill me once
- So far. - punctuating it with a peck
- So far! - you agreed - But - you shrugged- Why it has to be non crazy?

He pulled you closer by the back of your head. His lips pressed against yours, his sparse beard, scratching your face.

- I love you… - he said, eyes still closed

Your head moving slowly side to side as your nose rubbed on his. Your fingers pressing down on his shoulders as you answered:

- I love you too…

Chapter Text

You are the first to admit that you know as little as someone can possibly know about physics.

But you know that, in smarter words, Einstein had said that Time is Relative. The exact mathematics around this proof, could be presented to you as well as hieroglyphs or greek. But you were in fact presented with a very real example of this postulate.

The weeks before the trip flew by with a speed never before realized by you.

Standing in the airport, with a backpack by your feet and surrounded by boxes of heavily packed sound equipment, adorned with FRAGILE stamps, you wonder how exactly the time came to pass and you found yourself here.

Years have gone by since you spent so much time at the office like the past three weeks. Everything was running smoothly, but you didn’t wanted to feel like you were abandoning the work, so you made them see you as much as they could until they were begging you to just go! Extra time, working on weekends, updating your part on projects that weren’t even quite started yet. You did all you could. You still think you could have done more… Maybe spending so much time with Mike, you got used with the sheer amount of work it was always been done. Maybe his workaholic side rubbed off on you.

The word around the office was simple, you were taking a trip. No one needed to know why, you just were. Still working during your absence, only on a different time zone. You had one work friend you shared more of your personal life. She was the only one that knew about Alan. And the only one that knew you were following the musician you were seeing.
- Oh my God! - she forcibly emphasized the surprise in her face - Does that mean you are a groupie?
You opened your mouth to contest it, but considered the most funny answer
- Oh my God, I am!

Alan was taken care of. At least for now. Daniel had a great childhood friend that was a divorce lawyer. You gather all the documents you could possibly need that last time at the apartment. And the divorce papers were delivered to Alan in person, not by the lawyer, but by someone that, let’s say “ran some errands” for him.

This delivery included a very serious talk about how if he decided that pushing people physically around, and accusing someone of something they didn’t do, was a propper way of conducting a divorce talk… He would be in for a very particular kind of juridical hell.

As a way of thanking Daniel for putting you in the hands of this God sent lawyer, you invited him and Hellen for dinner at the apartment. The apartment that now meant the place you shared with Mike.

As a particular thank you from him, Mike gave him the special tour of the apartment. He took Daniel to meet the home studio he had in the back of the house, the shelves where he kept old show props. Daniel even left the apartment with an old vinil of one of the many Mike’s projects. Signed, of course. You made a point of some day asking excatly on how many bands or side projects he was!

Mike was the one cooking this time. He made a perfect carbonara. With guanciale, not bacon, as he made sure to emphasize is how the real carbonara is made. You made a tiramisu from the authentic and classic… recipe you got from the internet. Without changing a single gram of anything because you were afraid of not working out. Mike said it was perfect. You had a feeling he would have said that even if it wasn’t.

And now here you were. At the airport, trying to figure out how the time flew by.

- Excuse me, miss? - a sweet and calm voice spoke in your direction

The owner of the voice was a burly bearded guy. His long hair, pulled back in a ponytail that reached the middle of his back. Your eyes widened a bit and by your expression he though he scared you.

- Hello, my name is Jack. - he said reaching his hand for you to shake - I wanted to check to see if you were lost

You laughed.

- I look lost, don’t I?
- To be honest - Jack scratched his beard - you do look a bit.
- Well, - you looked around - there are just so many boxes, and… - you looked up to his face with some indignation - Mike took my passport!

Jack’s laughter echoed loud.

- Ok, so you’re not so lost. - he said still laughing - I was wondering if you were actually with us. But if Mike took your passport, you’re in the right place.
- Why did he do that??

Jack laughed again and put a huge hand in your shoulder.

- If it makes you feel any better - Jack said in confidentially tone - He took my passport as well

Turns out Mike, is an “airport dad”. He got everyone’s passport as a role call to keep track and not leave anyone behind.

One thing you learn with this experience, was to never complain again about the procedures of a simple air travel. Not after witnessing the whole process of embarking several people and sensitive sound equipment through international air travel.

***

The lights were already out at the cabin. According to your watch, you were on the air for 5 hours, and there were still some long travel ahead. On your ears some movie that was playing on the small tv in front of you. You didn’t even remembered the movie you chose. One of your hands was snatched between Mike’s both hands.

To you, it seemed impossible that he was in any way comfortable sleeping on his side at an airplane chair. Yet there he was, softly snoring.

- Well, there absolutely nothing about anything I can do in the flight. - he said right before pass out sleeping

Maybe that was what made him sleep so well. He was so focused on getting everything ready for the shows that he was almost constantly working for the past few weeks. You lost count how many times you woke up in the middle of the night and he was out of the room, at the phone or the lap top. The flight was like a small vacation from this madness, where he could rest.

You adjusted yourself on the chair. Trying your best to lay on your side and face him. His face was peaceful, when you ran your palm softly on his cheek. Mike took a deep breath, his eyes batting in the frontier between sleep and consciousness.

- Are we landing? - he said almost inaudibly
- No, sweetie… - squeezing his hands that were clasped on yours - there’s still a long way to go.
- I’m so tired… - he readjusted himself at the chair
- So go back to sleep…
- I hate sleep in an airplane… - he was speaking in his sleep

You notice he had been doing this a lot lately. Maybe a sign of stress, a sign he really needed to get some rest

- Well, - you played along - There’s all we have now. Unless you wanna sleep in the corridor
- I hate sleeping on the floor too- Mike didn’t even open his eyes anymore to speak
- Soon we will land - you gently rubbed his arm - And we’ll sleep in a bed
- When we get to a bed - his voice much more awake - I don’t really wanna sleep...

Mike opened his eyes and smiled. You slapped his arm.

- I thought you were sleeping!

You both laughed.

***

The direct flight finished without any problem. You landed in Rome at night. The equipment went straight to the train station along with some of the crew to Naples.

You and Mike stood there, hand in hand at the airport, and you just realized how little of the itinerary you knew about.

- What now? - your confusion stamped on your tone

Just as a reply to your question, a voice from afar hit your ears.

- Michele! Mi scusi, Michele!
- Marco! - Mike waved the guy.

Both hugged like long time friends. Patting each other’s backs with no holding back on enthusiasm.

- È molto tempo che non ci si vede! Come stai?
- Troppo tempo, amico! Come sta Patrizia? - Mike said
- Ti aspetto

Mike indicated you to the guy older than himself and introduced you. The guy, in a true display of latin behavior, held you by your shoulders and gave you a kiss on each cheek
- E' un piacere conoscerti!

You smiled and nodded. Having never been so out of place in tour life. Without a care of the fact you were completely lost in translation, the guy picked your bag and signed the way.
- Andiamo, andiamo!

You held Mike’s hand like your life depended on it. He smiled and retributed the squeeze. Pulling you to his side.

- He’s taking us to the place we’ll stay.
- Good! - your voice relaying the relief on understanding at least where you guys were going.

Marco brought you both to a big van where you helped pack your bags and left. You took a little nap in the front seat, head pending on Mike’s shoulder. Lulled by the sound of his voice in italian. The fact that you understood nothing of the language made it sound like ASMR.

- We’re here… - he said softly kissing the top of your head

You left the car, your eyes heavy and thoughts foggy of the travel. Mike helped you with your backpack. Marco had your luggage. You and Mike took the elevator to the penthouse. The old elevator, was surrounded by grates, that made possible to see the entire way up. "Is that safe?" you thought realizing you could extend your hand and grab something outside the elevator shaft. Also made a mental note of not to do that. The space was so tiny, you walked in backwards, and Mike walked right in front of you. You looked up and smiled at Mike. He bent down the little the space allowed to kiss the tip of your nose.

When the door opened a voice was already outside to greet you both:

- Michele!
- Patrizia! - Mike exclaimed walking backwards into the corridor.

They hugged each other, with emotion. It was an older lady, perhaps Marco`s wife. She hugged you as well, even before Mike could introduce you. She spoke so excitedly and fast, you wondered if Mike was actually understanding.

This reception was amazing, a crash course in Italian manners. They made you feel incredibly wellcome without understanding a single word. But you also didn`t really understood why they were here. Or where were you. Was this a hotel? An AirBnB? How did this people know Mike? Were you both staying in their house? So many questions, so little mental capacity after the long trip and few hours of sleep.

Mike, on the other hand, seemed energized, just as much as Patrizia. She walked you both into an incredibly cozy apartment. The light work in there was indirect, low and warm.

A two door opened to a balcony that extended to the entire apartment. Fairy lights entwined in the rails outside. A light breeze blew the sheer white courtains inside. Patrizia was talking with her hands, showing Mike several things in the apartment. Perhaps they renovated the place, and wanted to show Mike how it was now...

Marco walked in having taken the elevator just after you both. They talked some more while you looked around, keeping yourself in the orbit of Mike, trying to understand what was going on.

Than, just as you were adjusting to the idea that you both were crashing out at this lovely couple's apartment, Patrizia came to you and held your hands in hers. Said a torrent of lovely words you couldn`t possibly understand and kissed you on the cheeks.

- Ciao! - she said

Mike replied and you made your best to mimick entonation of the word. And they were gone! Where did they went? Where exactly were you?

- What was that? - you found yourself replicating some of the general hand gestures Patrizia was making.

-Marco and Patrizia! - ike you were suposed to extract meaning from this information - They are a bit too much when you`re not used to, but awesome people nonetheless.
- Where are we?

Mike reached his hands out to you and walked you out to the balcony. You leaned yourself on the railing and he placed himself behind you, circling you with his hands at your waist. You leaned your head back against his shoulder.

- Over there - Mike pointed at the other side of the street, a dark door on street level was closed with a white sign on top. - That`s a cafe, we can have breakfast there tomorrow.
- Nice... - you nodded
- Down the the street, - he pointed left to the direction the you came by car - There`s a square. That`s Piaza di Spagna, it`s beautiful and full of people, and restaurants... We gonna be here for a few days. I want to rest a bit before the shows. Take you sightseeing here...
- That sounds great - you smiled, but you still had some questions - But where are we?
-Rome... - Mike answered sarcastically

You turned to him slapping his chest while he laughed.

- I just realized that I know nothing of this trip! This is not a hotel, right?
- Right - Mike was getting the feeling of what were your questions
- Marco and Patrizia, are they family to you?
- They are like family now, but no. - Mike nodded - They take care of this house
- Ah, - you were getting the idea - So this is like vacation house?
- Exactly, just like that. - Mike smiled. You were undertanding, but he had a hunch you were undertanding it backwards. He left your tired brain unravel the information
- So, what? - you said - You usually stay here and rent this place when you come to Italy?
- Actually... - Mike waved his head side to side, weighting his words - This house is being rented when I'm not here... And when I`m not here, Marco and Patrizia take care of everything.

You felt like you were doing a long division of prime numbers while high.

- Wait...- your eyes moved past his frame and focused on the living room where your bags still were. There was something familiar in the place. Something that made you feel at home there - What?

Mike laughed again and hugged you.

- Well, - he was ready to open up - This apartment is mine.
- What?!

The decoration! You though. The whole vibe of the furniture and decoration. It wasn`t exactly the same but it evoked the same feelings of the apartment you both now shared back home. It had a mix of industrial and novelty. The balcony, was an extended version of the one you had at the living room and room. You looked around and zeroed on his face

- Are you kidding me?
- No! - Mike laughed, and took your hands, walking back inside - I lived in Italy when I was married, and my wife was italian. I told you that, remember?
You nodded agreening at first but than stopped right on your tracks
- You lived here with your ex wife?
- No! - Mike said, wating to pull you back from this line of thought - Once we divorced, well... I had already fallen in love with Italy. And could not leave and never come back... So I bought this place!

He said like that was the most logical thing to do. In his mind it sure was. Mike continued.

- I met Marco and Patrizia at a small hotel I lived for a while when I separated. They owned the hotel. And now they also take care of this place when I`m away, and take care of it being rented as a vacation home.

Would some day go by without you being surprised by a new information about Mike? One could never know...

- I … - you started but lost the train of thought
- Ask anything…
- I… need a shower!

You went through your handbag and picked a nightgown. Was incredible the relaxing powers of a high pressure shower head. You left the bathroom, skin still damp and dressing an almost sheer black night dress.

You walked to the bedroom, to find that Mike had went ahead and took a shower on the other bathroom. He awaited for you with a towel wrapped around his waist and two glasses of wine.

- Wow… - you arched your eyebrows- is that all for me?
- And the wine too - Mike approached you smiling and giving you one of the glasses

You knocked your glasses lightly and drank.

- I am so happy - Mike placed his hand in your face - that you are here…
- I’m really happy I said yes - you pended your head to his hand - I just think… - you said looking at the empty glass at your hands - I’m not sure I have the energy to celebrate with you today…

He smiled at you and took the glass of your hand, placing both on the nightstand. You continued:

- I think I’m too tired and…
- What if… - he said taking your hands and guiding you to the bed - You let me take care of you… and if you sleep, we continue tomorrow?
- What if - you said as Mike kneeled in front of you placing his body between your thighs and kissing your neck - You take care of me - took a deep breath as he bit your jaw line - and if I sleep… - Mike’s hands kneaded your waist - you continue, and tomorrow you guide me through exactly what you did.

Mike pulled back from your neck and looked at your face with a surprised look.

- That’s different… - he had a intrigued look on his face. But as always, he was not one to deny an experience just because it was new. - Are you sure?

You nodded excitedly. It was new to you how much you liked suggesting new things to try together and how much Mike was always eager to jump right in.

Mike took your face between his hands and kissed you passionately. The taste of wine mixed in both your lips making it so much more intoxicating.

- Hike up a little higher in the bed, and lay down… - he commanded with a soft low voice

You obeyed, and as soon as your head hit the mattress you realized how little you would last awake. The lack of propper sleep, stress of past weeks and the wine all mixed together with just how incredibly soft this bed was. You were practically floating.

- Give me your feet - Mike said standing over you and placing one of your foot in his chest, while he massaged the other. Your nightgown hiked up with the movement, and he realized you were wearing nothing underneath- Well, well… seems like you forgot something
- Oh no… - you theatrically said, placing the back of your hand in your forehead

Mike smiled, pushing points of pressure on the soles of your foot. He kissed each of your toes before changing for the other foot and placing the one he just massaged back on his chest. Was a weird position to be, you could feel his chest moving up and down with your wiggling toes.

As you slowly open your eyes, you could see the lust in his face. He was the one denying himself of moving forward fast. He was the one pushing himself to enjoy slowly your body. You were just a canvas to his desire.

Mike moved his hand up your calf, squeezing the muscles, making sure you were relaxed. Placing your feet back in the mattress, and hiking his way up your body with his lips so softly on your skin, challenging himself to not stir your state between consciousness and bliss.

You could feel his teeth grazing your thighs, as he fought against his will of pressing them down and leave a mark. His fingers increasing the pressure bit by bit as his impatience grew larger.

The soft sensation of his lips in your folds, sent a sign to your mind and you arched your back. Your confused body, still questioning what was pleasure and what was a dream, made your response to this be a sleepy languid stretch with your arms up.

Your hands fell down between your legs holding his face.

- You’re almost asleep, babe… - Mike smiled between kisses in your thighs- But you’re still enjoying aren’t you?

He said this as his fingers spread you apart and he could feel just how wet you were. Your head nodded in slow assenting of his words.

Mike easily slid two fingers inside you, curving them up in the direction of your pubic bone. A soft gasp left your lips, when his tongue took this moment to circle your clit.

His moaning deep in chest, and his hips moving to get at least a bit of friction against the towel and the mattress. In turn, your hips lifted slowly to meet him, just your body working towards the sensation it felt best. 

Your mind had no strength to fight against, or even second guess any stimulus. It just took what he was doing to your body and translated into pleasure. No wonder in just a few more movements of your hips, you felt your orgasm approaching. Not like a crash all at once, but like it was slowly bubbling from your lower belly until it filled your entire body

- Mike… - his name like spell leaving your lips when the feeling was just too much

He was surprised on how fast you got there, and with his lips and fingers, kept working on you as you came down. The ruffling of his towel as he removed from his body, letting you know he was coming on top of you.

Mike approached you slowly, enjoying every inch his body was closer to yours. kissing his way from your bellybutton to your neck. Your hand reaching for his face again, now so close to yours.

- You are so beautiful - he said kissing your lips, your taste still a faint reminder of your own orgasm on his lips - I could look at you like this the whole night…

Your lazy smile spreading softly on your face, turning into a soundless gasp while you felt him entering your body. With the same cautious he kissed you, the same pace he made you come, he penetrated you. His eyes studying every reaction of your face, every twitching of your body.

His hips undulating between your legs. You lacked strength to squeeze him with your thighs, but your fingernails still pressed on his shoulders. Your body still contracting from coming back to yourself, coaxed him to get into you, more and more.

- Does this feel good? - he pleaded for an answer as your consciousness was barely there. You were just pleasure and desire
- So… - You tried to get the words out - So good…
- So good… - he replied pressing himself in you once again.

His tongue invaded your mouth. Mike held your head in place with one of his hands behind your neck. His movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own finish line.

- I’m… - Your voice nothing more than a whisper on his mouth, that bubbling feeling was back, your hips adjusting so you could better feel his movements

- Yes… - Mike feverishly replied - come, babe… I want you… - he was interrupted by his own release.

He kept pushing himself in you, with labored breath, in an effort to press his hips harder, giving you the friction you so softly sough after. Until…

Your back arched under him, his kisses peppering your neck and collarbone. A moan that left your body almost involuntarily. His movements slowing down, as he left his weight down on you.

He pushed aside the hairs clinging to your sweaty forehead. Your eyes weighted so much you could barely keep them open.

- Are you still here with me?

A smile was the only answer you could muster. He replied with a smile himself. Mike held your face and kissed you passionately.

He slid out of you and laid by your side. Pulling you to fit with him as the little spoon. This trip was off to a great start.

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- Oh, Fuck!
- What? - Mike replied
- Why do they wanna boil the Americano alive!?
- Every time??

Mike laughed. It became a sort of routine for you both, to have breakfast at the cafe across the street. He had an spresso, that looked not much more than a cup dirty with coffee, but by your calculation, the caffeine present in the first spresso you had would be in your system for the years to come. You had an Americano, that was nothing more than a watered down coffee, but strong and hot enough to wake you up!

- Scusa, una acqua, per favore? - you said in a very out of place accent, using some of the few lines you picked up from Mike.
- Look at you, almost a local!

You smiled shyly. Although you had sure your accent was atrocious, everyone always acted really happy when you made an effort to communicate in Italian. The waiters from the cafe had already become accustomed with you both, and were always talking to Mike at the table while you just drank from the view.

The street was alive with movement. Italian was a very musical language, it made sense to you why Mike liked it so much. It seemed to have a natural rhythm, a sing song feeling. Speaking of music:

- I managed to have a place for a last minute rehearsal today.
- What happened to resting? - you poked fun at his workaholic ways
- Well, I got a lot of rest for the past few days…

That you could not deny. The time in Rome was amazing. Your days consisted of sightseeing, getting to know each other better, great food and sex.

Mike was a different person in Italy. He seemed more open. Although you suspected you were too. Maybe being away from home, away from the everyday life made people be more open about what they had in their hearts.

You learned about the early days of Mike’s career, the role of music in his life, how he dealt with fame in the height of Faith no More success. Not everything he shared were great experiences, and you felt closer to him because of this. Failled relationships, fallen friendships… All part of his life and he was letting you in.

The city scenario was part of this all. Something about opening up about your first heartache sitting by a marble fountain in the Vatican made the entire thing feel surreal.

He was your personal guide, and besides learning about the city and it’s monuments, you both were scattering your stories at the historical places. Places that witnessed so much of time and life, now witnessing your shared experiences.

The Parthenon heard about how Mr Bungle will always hold a place in his heart because those guys were like family to him, no matter the distance. And how besides them all thinking they knew what they were doing, they were nothing but overgrown children at the time.

Colosseum heard about how you and Hellen had each other backs since you were basically all you had of family now. How Daniel adopted you as a little sister since day one. And how he had a daughter from a past marriage that you all loved more than anything.

Fontana di Trevi... Honestly, the Fontana heard nothing! Because the place was crowded and full of noise. But you both did share a moment of silence just between you two, tossing coins to make a wish.

The Stairs of Piaza di Spagna heard you both about the vulnerability and insanity of getting in another relationship after a heart break. It also heard you both exchanging “I love yous” between white wine glasses in the sunset.

- This rehearsal, it’s just you?
- Of course not - Mike sipped his coffee - some of the guys for the shows are around here and we’ll meet there.
- Ok… - you sighed- Is it weird that I already miss here?

Mike picked your hand in his and kissed it.

- It isn’t… I know exactly how you feel.
- I’ll take some time this afternoon to check some things of work, while you’re in the rehearsal.
- You’re not coming? - he sounded a bit surprised.
- You want me to?
- Yeah, - he said dismissively- I kinda think you’ll like it.
- Ok, then…

That meant you probably had to work before leaving.

Mike spent the afternoon weirdly attached to his phone. Exchanging messages, and checking the time. With the shows approaching, you thought that maybe he was slipping into his workaholic self again. As you yourself was working, you enjoyed the balcony as a work station.

An unexpected knock on the door. As Mike didn’t attended, there was a knock again.

- Can you take that, please? - he said from inside the house
- Are you expecting someone?
- Just a delivery...

You walked to the door, dreading trying to communicate with the delivery person in Italian. Why didn’t Mike answered? When you open the door:

- SURPRISE! - three voices in unison
- Oh my God!!! - you exclaimed launching yourself in the extended arms of Lynn!

Mickey, Lynn and Eddy arrived earlier to join you guys in Rome. They were the people that were around and would be at the rehearsal.

You were absolutely amazed! Mike was on the phone exchanging messages with them to get the time of their arrival right and make sure you were home to welcome them.

Suddenly, also made sense why the other two rooms in the apartment were kept closed and tidy up.

And, besides a bit of muscle soreness, all of them were able to get some sleep over the flight. Apparently being able to sleep properly on a plane was something that develops with time when you work as a musician.

The rehearsal was great! It was amazing watching them adjusting bits of the songs, and the difference every new idea made.

- Isn’t the first show in a couple of days? - you asked - are you guys still changing things?

Mickey had a loud laugh.

- You would think so! But here we have - pointing at Mike - Mr We gonna try everything in existence over rehearsal to be sure is gonna be good 
- I’m a perfectionist - said Mike going over endless sheets of paper with his notations for every song
- You’re a control freak! - Pipped up Eddy

You guys were there for over two hours. It’s amazing how the time passes inside a music studio.

There’s no windows, no view from the outside world. Everyone is always pitying the non musical person there, and how much they must be bored out of their freaking mind. But you could not help to feel amused by their interaction and the differences between versions of songs they tried.

The closed space, and feeling of dislocation from the outside world also gave everyone freedom to express themselves how they wanted. At some point you were dancing back to back with Lynn. Mickey and Eddy were mimicking some sort of tango. Mike had a mic inside his mouth up to halfway lenght wise while still singing.

Emerging from this and straight into the streets of Rome was insane. Like a continuation of the chaos in a bigger scale.

A hole in wall family restaurant was the perfect place to contiunue this. From the person cooking the meals, to the busboy and the owner… all the same family. No information was passed along in a low voice hidden from the customers. Everything was screamed from one side to the other inside the stone walls of the place. That made you all feel like part of the experience.

- Lynn! - Mike girated the wine inside the glass- It’s the second time we’ve been here in Italy! When are you bringing Tina?
- I wanna bring her besides work… She need some downtime to get some rest - Lynn said in a slow voice trying to hide that she had had a few more wine than she should.

-Let me know when you plan to come. I let the apartment available for you. - Mike and Lynn saluted to this clincking glasses.
- Who’s Tina? - you asked
- My wife - Lynn said matter of factly
- What?? - you were shocked- I didn’t know you were married!
- Show her a wedding photo! - Eddy insisted! - They were stunning!

Not difficult to imagine Lynn being stunning in her own wedding. She already was gorgeous on a day to day basis. She found a picture of the ceremony in her phone and showed you. Tina was an incredibly beautiful tall woman. Long curly auburn hair. Tina wore a long white dress, Lynn had a black one equally fashionable.

- And you told me Mike was the one to keep his life private - you told her in a low voice over Mike.

Lynn tossed her head back in a resounding laughter.

After at lest more three bottles of wine have been bought directly from the Nonna to take back home, you all left.

Stumbling through the streets, speaking a mix of english, italian, and 100% drunken talk, you all arrived. Trying and failing miserably to not make noise for the sake of the neighbors.

The nonsense just exchanged places residing now in the balcony of the apartment. Where everyone forgot about being careful to not disturb the neighbors.

You and Mickey performed an exaggerated version of how you both punched your ex husband. At some point Mickey was explaining how Alan had to tap out from his arm lock.

- That did not happened… - You waved a very dizzy head.
- Of course it did, here - he completed your glass - Have some more until you remember!

This went on until around 2 am. You had no idea how they all were still alive and kicking after having just arrived less than 24 hours before. Musicians really are built different. But you… you were not a musician. You had sleep schedules, early nights and a comfy bed waiting for you.

You gave a general good bye and quickly was in the shower. Head hanging low under the falling water, washing all the alcoholic bad decisions made today.

Far away you heard a murmur. Not just that… A musical humming. Maybe your ears were playing a trick on you under the water. That’s what you said yourself until a half naked Mike burst the bathroom door open singing.

- When the moon hit your eyes… - he opened the courtain - hello babe!
- Mike!- you laughed- We’re both too drunk…
- I’ll be the judge of that!

Mike, wearing just his unbuttoned shirt and underwear joined you under the water, pinning you against the cold tiles.

Perhaps… you weren’t so drunk…

***

You both definitely were!

That did not stop you, but damage to the property was done. And thank God, was done by the owner himself.

After almost slipping in the wet floor a few times you decided the way to go was for him to sit on the floor while you were on top of him. The shower remained on.

- How are you gonna explain when I drown on top of you? - you said trying to make yourself heard above the splash of the water and almost failling between laughter.
- I’ll say you attacked me- Mike punctuated his words by pushing his hips up, reaching deeper into you.
- You old bastard… - you moaned, moving your hips in circular forms, dragging a deep moan from Mike.

None of you were in conditions to try to prolong the pleasure any further. His orgasm came first with yours following just after. In the sensation of you tightening around him, bringing Mike to the verge of overstimulation… He reached for something to hold tight with his fist. His sound mind could have gone for your hair…

His drunken mind went straight to the shower curtain, ripping it out from the rod and draping it over you both. A moment of confused silence was followed by a burst of laughter.

The morning after, was a reminder that, even though you both were still in shape and capable of shower sex… Perhaps the drunken part was better to be kept in check.

Mike arm pended heavily across your chest while he snored. An entire freight train of regret was on tracks between your ears. The words “never again” floated in the fog of the early morning in front of your eyes.

With some difficulty and definitely no help from him, you removed Mike’s arm from you without so much of a movement from him. In the full body mirror behind the bathroom door you could see that you knees were a light shade of purple from pushing into the shower floor tiles last night. Washing your face you could not help to stiffen a laughter when you saw the shower curtain hanging by just one solitary ring on the rod.

You reached for the ibuprofen in your bag like a drowning man to a lifesaver. Dragging your feet out of the room to get some cold water. You tell yourself that you are trying not to awake anyone in the house. The truth is that your body cannot muster the strength to lift your feet.

In the kitchen you open the refrigerator door and drink from one of the 1L bottles there. Stopping in the middle to pop the ibuprofen pill and swallow it with the rest.

Feeling the tiniest bit more like a human, you realize there’s a sound behind you coming from the living room. A low male grunt. Considering it was Mike, two thoughts crossed your mind among the hangover haziness: “Why was he up at this time?” And “l hope he had remembered we have company and put something on. Because he passed out completely naked”

Turning slowly, you see Mickey lifting himself from the couch and proceeding to stretch his back standing up. Did he slept there? There was a room for him, what was he doing?

- Mickey… - You said in a raspy low voice approaching him

His neck snapped in your direction and his face showed no signs of sleep anymore. In fact, he would seem less frightened if he had just seen a ghost carrying its own head.

- Why are…

And you understood Mickey’s surprised face. I mean, as much as you could possibly understand the situation just from that image. When just a few steps into the living room you saw, bawled in sheets, right beside where Mickey was just a few moments ago, the full disheveled hair of a sleepy Eddy.

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The little tv showing the stations to be stopped at, also show the speed of the train. The trepidation of the trip is incredibly low comparing with the velocity in which the train gains distance from Rome with Naples as a final destination.

Your head hurts a little less. You hold onto the big coffee to go with your right hand, and a supli on the the left, like those two things were the only life line between you and a world of hangover. The clarity reduced a bit because of your glasses.

Mike was beside you, working over the same sheets of paper he had at the studio on the day before. Every now and then shooting you a glance to make sure you were ok. He decided to be more silent during this trip and leave you alone as you worked your own suffering. For that you were forever grateful. You had already enough to process alone with your thoughts.

- I’ll go over to Lynn, I wanna check a few things - Mike said planting a kiss in your temple - try to get some rest

You smiled and nodded. That’s exactly what you would do. Leaving your life savers at the table in front of you and leaning your head on the window. You were trying to decide how much worse was to close your eyes when you felt the weight shift of someone sitting beside you. Was Mike already back?

- That was fas… - The words dying in your lips when you opened your eyes and was faced with Mickey
- I wanna talk to you…

***

- Listen, I…
- No! - You lift a finger stopping Mickey’s explanation in its tracks - I’m in no condition for this right now
- Ok, ok… - Mickey pleads - I get it! Can you just not say anything?

You nod while you go back to the room and close the door. Mike is sitting on the bed rubbing his eyes. His hair incredibly disheveled from having slept with it wet.

- Morning sweetie… - with a boyish smile - missed you when I woke up in an empty bed

How could he be anything but dying from hangover was beyond your thoughts. You smiled and leaned against the door. Taking a deep breath, you felt an uneasy feeling to your stomach.

- How did you slept? - you asked, feeling something turn inside you
- Like a rock… I hope I didn’t hurt you yesterday. - He patted the bed next to him
- Only my knees - you showed him your bruises while approaching the bed

Mike smiled. You placed one knee on the bed and something made you stop. Your stomach felt like it was turning inside out and your mouth filled with water in no time.

Luckily you had time to run to the bathroom, spilling all the bad decisions from the previous day. Mike ran after you, but before he could at least ask if you were feeling ok, he was faced with another poor judgement

- Oh, I had forgot about that. - he said pointing at the poorly hanging shower curtain.

Well, at least this was buying time for Mickey to clear out of the living room.

***

- Did you told something to Mike?
- First of all - you removed your glasses - snitches get stitches
- Damn straight- Mickey gave you a fist bump.
- And Mike is not your parent - you continued - And even if it were! You’re a responsible grownup!
- Well… - Mickey scratched the back of his neck - have you just met me? Because, a lot of people might disagree on that!
- Ah, Don’t make me laugh, my head still hurts - you put your glasses back - I mean… It’s Mike! Do you really think he never got really drunk and hooked up with someone? Besides…
- Oh… - Mickey seemed momentarily confused- No, wait wait…
- I mean… - you were about to continue when Mickey interrupted you blurting out the truth
- That wasn’t the first time!

You fell silence for a moment. What? Didn’t they got drunk and ended up together?

- So… yeah… - Mickey laughed nervously- about that…
- So it wasn’t a drunk mistake?
- Oh, it definitely was! - Mickey chuckled- It just didn’t started yesterday
- Mickey!
- Yeah, so… - Mickey was a little embarrassed to admit… - You know the time we had that fight with your ex?
- What? - you were not believing this! not that it had anything to do with you… You just didn’t though Mickey was able to hold a secret for this long
- My mind was running a mile a second, and I needed a friend to vent! So… - he smiled - I called Eddy. Asked if we could talk, on the way I took a bottle of vodka…
- Unbelievable… And you’ve been together ever since?
- I don’t know what we have been! - He almost lost control of his voice - that’s another reason I don’t wanna anyone to know
- That’s why you both crashed on the invisible couch in the middle of the living room?
- Oh shut up…

You both laughed. Before you could say something else, someone cleaned their throat.
- Sir, I believe you’re in my seat - Mike said
- Oh yeah? - Mickey stood up pulling the hood over his head - What you gonna do about that?

Mike snapped his neck and started crackling his knuckles

- Ok, okay! I go! - Mickey ran up the corridor while Mike tried to hit a kick in his behind

The first 50 years of youth are the hardest, you thought to yourself.

- Feeling better sweetie? - he kissed your forehead still laughing
- Yeah - You nodded - I could use some more coffee though
- We’ll arrive soon. I will get you a whole jar of coffee and later the best pizza you ever had.

Those were not empty promises.

As soon as all of you arrived in Naples, Mike stopped in a Starbucks at the station. The only place he would get a coffee big enough for your current need.

There was a van awaiting for you guys. All packed and ready to go. You could not help to notice that Mickey gave up the front seat to Lynn and was sitting beside Eddy.

This time, it was really a hotel. Greg was already there and helped Mike with everyone’s checking in. Mike carried your bags to the room and accepted the help of one of the hotel workers to carry his.

The room was cozy. Of course, smaller than where you guys were before.

- Scusa… - that was as far as you could understand Mike talking to the hotel worker.

The guy that was probably as young as Mickey seemed very excited talking to him. Mike seemed to be asking for some information. And before he left, you could not help but notice Mike slipping a bill to him in the handshake.

- So… - Mike said - I suggest you don’t fully unpack.
- When do we leave? - you were feeling so much better, but still recovering from the violent headache
- In three days.
- What??
- The first show is the day after tomorrow. And we leave on the following day.
- I really don’t have any idea how this trip is going…

Mike laughed and sat on the bed pulling you to his lap.

- But there were only good surprises so far, right? - he held your chin between two fingers
- Definitely! - you kissed his lips. - I just want to take a shower now.
- Let me show you something first - He picked the phone from his pocket and showed you a message he received earlier

Was a message from Marco. He took a picture of the curtain hanging by dear life in the bathroom with the following message: So, did you enjoyed your stay? 😈

You both laughed and you hid your face in your hands. You wanted so bad to send him a message explaining it was entirely Mike’s fault!

As you walked to the shower, Mike called you.

- I promise this time I’ll let you shower in peace.
- This time, I appreciate that…

After the shower, Mike fulfilled the second part of what he told you at the train. In a hole in the wall restaurant, smaller and more hidden then the one in the previous night, you had the best pizza you ever had! Apparently, Marguerita was the oficial pizza flavor of Naples. You could totally tell why.

Amazing how something so simple, as mozzarella, a few basil leaves and tomato sauce could taste so heavenly. It was exactly what your body needed to feel back on tracks.

The restaurant was really close to the hotel and you both walked holding hands to what you imagined was an afternoon of rest.

Until you saw a familiar face at the front of the hotel. The guy that helped with the baggage. He was close to something you were hoping it wasn’t for you both.

This hope was shattered when he smiled as soon as he saw you both.

- Eccolo, signore! - he said placing two objects in his hands
- Grazie mille! - Mike was all smiles

As he turned to you, that still held a mouth agape, Mike placed one of the helmets in your head.

- Signora… - he held his hand to you as he helped you up in the red Vespa.
- I can’t believe that… - you let yourself be guided - Where are we going?
- You’ll see…

At some point in the traject, you thought you could as well fuse with Mike from how hard you were pressing yourself in his back.

- Mike! Look out! - He turned the vespa to the side and another couple passed you by on another vespa.

Were they on the wrong way? Did a right way existed in these streets? Whose to say… Not you. At some point you were hiding as much as you could of your face in Mike’s shoulder. As much as you wanted to berate Mike over how he piloted that thing, it seemed to be the way of the land!

He turned left in a street so crowded with people your thought for sure you drove into a manifestation. Apparently not! Just a regular day at old city center Naples. Mike abusing the poor horn of the vespa, while people moved fast out of the way and move back into the streets in your wake. Like nothing had happened.

People on the streets screaming were just announcing what they sold. Fried pizza, miniatures, little red horns that were supposed to bring luck and money. The place was chaotic, but in a warm welcoming way.

Mike turned left in a thankfully more empty street and pulled over in front of a big iron gate.

You jumped out of the vespa, legs shaking a bit still thanking your lucky stars for being whole.

Mike knocked on a little window of the gate on the same height his face was. Exchanged a few words in italian with a guy on the other side and a bigger door opened.

Behind that gates was a lovely patio, a water fountain in the middle and a few plants around. Surrounding the patio, a construction emerged, full of windows in classical style. He held your hand and pulled you through one of the doors.

- Mike, - the confusion and concern in your voice making no way of being hidden - were we supposed to be here?
He just looked at you with a smile on his face.

- I wanna show you something… - and kept conducting you through increasingly darker rooms

He pushed a wooden unfinished door to a long corridor. Illuminated only by a few spots of red light. The air was stale, and heavy. Like unmoved for who knows how long. At the end of the corridor there was a curtain. It could be black or dark blue, was hard to tell.

- Are you ready? - he asked
- No… - you whispered

He laughed and pushed the curtain aside. The light momentarily blinding you both. You saw… chairs.

A long stage filled with chairs separated in two levels. One high chair was right in the front of the stage.

Facing the crowd of empty seats. The lights were on where the public would be too. You could see from the front seats to the ones hight above in balconies.

- Mike…
- This is where we play in two days.
- Wow…

Your wow was full of surprise and reverence.

- How full is this gonna be?
- It’s sold out…

Your head snapped back at him. You mouthed a soundless “Wow”. He let go of your hand and you walked a bit over the stage. So many chairs…

- It will be an orchestra - you more stated than asked
- Yep - Mike walked around - here are the violins, here the bass… Over there is Eddy and Lynn!

You smiled. All this work…

- Are you nervous?

Mike looked at you surprised.

- It’s been a while since someone asked me that! - he sat at the one high chair in the front - When you do this for a while, people assume you don’t get nervous anymore. The truth is… - He looked at the quiet audience of empty spaces- I am a bit..

You approached him smiling. You place yourself between his legs, also facing the empty crowd…

- I don’t blame you! This - you gestured broadly to the place - This is scary.
- When you start doing this so young… - You felt Mike was talking more to himself than to you, but you lent your attention- You feel like a God! - You could feel his respect to the craft. Mike continued - And then you bang your head in a piece of equipment, and you think “No, I’m the same shithead I was yesterday”
- It happened a lot, huh?
- At some point I stopped counting

You both laughed. The echo carrying the sound through the space.

- This tour is special to me… - He said absentmindedly
- Really?
- Yeah… It’s a very dear project. I’ll sing songs are not mine, there are so many people involved, I feel responsible by all of them, and for the success of this project… Hell, I am responsible by all of that! 

You turned back facing him, still in his embrace.

- It will be amazing! - you kissed his smiling lips - You might not be a God… - you kiss him again - But you are my same shithead you were yesterday

You kept kissing his face through his widening smile

- I’m very happy with this title! - he held your face between his hands - I love you… Thanks for being here.
- I love you too… I wouldn’t miss it for the world…

Mike held you closer with one arm surrounding your waist as he kissed you. His other hand guided your face holding you behind your neck. With your hands in his chest, you pulled him away

- But… - he kissed you briefly again - please don’t bang your head

Mike laughed

- I’ll try
- This show… - you asked while Mike peppered your neck with kisses - Is it gonna be like the other I went?
- Oh no… - Mike says between kisses - This will be way calmer…

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Mike’s definition of calm was definitely different than yours.

He started the show in a very aligned, very summer like suit, peach in color. It looked good on him, you still liked it better when he wore dark colors. But that was a dapper man, right there!

He started the show sitting in his chair. What a sight to have him a few meters from you, fronting a whole orchestra with his voice. You were placed on the other side of the stage, opposite the one you entered the empty place with Mike. It had a better view.

The whole orchestra worked like a single organism. It was beautiful to watch. The songs started low, almost whisper like. The light iluminante just Mike at first. As the song kept going, the orchestra was getting more and more light, letting everyone in the audience see the sheer size of this waking beast. The more they showed, the louder they sounded.

Each new row of instrument coming to the light, made Mike more frantic. He was no longer sited, he moved all through the stage. He removed his jacket between songs, someone at the audience hollered, and everyone erupted in laughter. He did a little mimic of a stripteases and everyone laughed harder.

- Yeah, you guys will not wanna see that… - he said in the microphone

Very discreetly he pointed at you behind the curtains and winked. You could feel your cheeks getting warm with the rush of blood…

The stage was decorated with flowers. He plucked a few and tossed to the crowd. In a moment of the show he laid on top of the arrangement, he lifted with a flower between his teeth and moved the same pages you’ve seen him working so many times while holding it like that. Before the next song, the flower moved to behind his ear.

Three songs to finish and the show reached it’s crescendo. Mike was dripping with sweat. At some point he had squeezed some water in his mouth and spit into the audience. Was that even a legal thing to do in front of an orchestra?

The show finished with roaring energy. Mike sustained a note for way longer you could hold your breath in anticipation.

The clapping and screaming were deafening. You were in absolute awe of everything.

All of this, that was Mike. You were surprised by every single piece of the show. The way he had a grip in the audience’s attention. The way he commanded the musicians. The way he behaved on stage was, in certain way the way he lived his life: Reckless, with calculated actions.

He waved to the audience and left the stage in the direction of the corner you were hidden

- Mike, that was…

You were rudely interrupted by the man himslef. With one arm he pulled you close to him and used his body to press you against the closest wall. His kiss tasted salty with sweat. His clothes drenched in sweat and water he poured over himself. Now soaking you too. His hair that started the night slicked and combed back, now a series of strands sticking to his face and now to yours too as he guided your face to kiss it in the exact position he wanted.

With his lips glued to your ear, he muttered

- I want you…

What could you say? You wanted him too…

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The downside of such a big show, is that Mike was held back for so long!

He was still attached to you when Greg pulled him by the shoulders.

- Let the girl breath, for Christ sake!
- No… I don’t want to… - you muttered having his tongue ripped from yours
- Mike, we have shit to do, come on!

You stood there against the wall. Partially aroused by the way you were swept off your feet.

- I’ll find you… - Mike mouthed before being carried away by Greg.

You were just coming back to yourself, when the girls found you.

- Hey!!! How did you like the show? - Lynn questioned
- It was amazing! You guys rocked! - The three of you hugged
- Why are you soaking wet?? - Eddy asked
- Mike…
- Ew… - Lynn said - Now I REALLY need a shower

You all laughed. As Lynn walked by, Eddy stood around.

- So - she talked just loud enough so you could hear her over the sound of the crowd leaving- I guess I have to thank you for not making a big deal…
- Sweetie… - you held her arm - No worries!
- I’m so sorry about that, we were not supposed to fall asleep there!

You both laughed again of the ridiculous scene that morning.

- Now that I can talk to you about it… - Eddy seemed a bit embarrassed- I kinda have to ask you… Is the age gap weird? Like, for us?
- Are you asking me?? - you laughed - You guys are what? Five years apart?
- Seven - Eddy said
- You’ll be fine! - you pulled her into a hug - Wait a minute? - you pushed her a bit still keeping your hand in her shoulders - You wouldn’t be asking me this if it was just a fling!

Eddy brought her hands to her face shaking her heads. Faking some intense consternation she shook her hands to the sky

- Why?? Why did it had to be Mickey?
- Oh my God!! - you pulled her into an embrace again - I wish the world for you two! You both deserve!
- Speaking of him…

Mickey had left the stage before them and now came around. It was good to finally have them both together after this uncoordinated miscommunication. You were really happy they were together and apparently hitting it off very well.

You excused yourself while they talked, looking around for Mike. So many people were walking around a lot of talking, beers passing along. You remembered when you were at the hotel room they prepared in the first show you watched. How you wondered there were a lot of people there, and everything seemed messy… you had no idea.

A bass player passed by your side and placed a bottle of beer at your hand.

- Hey, thanks!

He turned around waving and losing himself in the sea of people. While still navigating this confusion, you saw a group of people talking. Mike was among them, he had completely lost his shirt and his hair was a complete mess. His eyes met yours and he smile. He lift a water bottle, cheering from afar with the beer bottle you raised as well. He seemed to be giving a brief interview. Someone with a camera looked in your direction, following Mike’s attention.

You quickly turned your face and walked in the opposite direction. Mike was very protective of his personal life and you intended to keep yourself out of the spotlight of his career.

While you walked by, someone patted on your shoulder.

- Ciao
- Hey! - you turned at the person - thanks for the beer!
- You are very welcome - The bass player said, all smiles - I’m Max
- That’s an unsual name for an italian - you said introducing yourself and shaking his hand
- Well… Maximiliano after my grandfather is too big of a name - he smiled a beautiful smile
- Yeah, you probably right. - you smiled as well
- So, I haven’t seen you around. What do you play?
- Me?! - you laughed - No, no… I’m just along for the ride.
- I see… - he was twisting a bottle of beer in his fingers - So you weren’t in the rehearsals?
- No, I wasn’t in any rehearsal with the whole set. -
- I figured… - his attention turning suddenly intently to you - I would have remembered seen you there, you know?

Oh… Oh!!

The polite laughter chocked in your throat and a pause longer than you wanted appeared. Before you could politely turn him down, an arm snaked around your waist from behind. You felt the pressure of the arm increasing and pressing you against a naked torso.

- Hey, man! - Mike extended his hand to Max - Nice show. You were great.
- Oh… - Max’s cheeks went slightly pink - Thank! Amazing show! Always nice to watch you sing.

A slightly uncomfortable silence lasted for a few seconds before Max politely said his godbyes and once again disappeared in the now dwindling crowd.

- So, - without turning you, Mike spoke close to your ear - I cannot leave you alone for a moment before a younger musician coming along?

Rolling your eyes while twisting yourself in his embrace so you could face him.

- Well, - you traced tour fingers in his chest - my older musician wasn’t giving me proper attention so…
- You know what? - he pushed you closer - you just earned yourself a spanking today

He kissed you again. His actions more and more keeping up with his promises.

- I need to get out of here with you. Stay right here.

You finish the beer bottle still in your hand, and tossed it into a garbage can that was quickly filling up with other bottles. The space was considerably emptier than before. A lot of the persons had already left.

Mike returned. He could not find his shirt, gone somewhere along the confusion. You saw him coming with the jacket over his naked torso.

- The cab is waiting for us outside, let’s go!
- Wow, I’m having flashbacks! - you joked while he carried you away through the door.

At night, the city traffic wasn’t less chaotic. The cab waved side to side crossing the streets in the symphony of horns everywhere. You both exchanges nervous laughters through the whole way.

- Im so glad we’re alive! - you joked while crossing the hallway of the hotel in direction to your room.

Inside the room, Mike took your hand.

- I need to take a shower
- You and me! - you laughed - but you have to promise to behave
- I won’t promise that… - he said pulling you by the wrists to the bathroom

Inside the confined walls, you removed his jacket and dressed it. He pulled you closer by his own lapel to kiss you. You both already so mixed together he could taste his own sweat in your lips.

You gave him a bath. Washed his hair, while he kneeled in front of you to compensate for the difference in height. As you foamed his hair with shampoo and rinsed it with the little head shower, he held onto you, one arm around your waist, the other hand caressing your legs.

He kissed your you belly and nibbled your skin, softly moaning while you massaged his tense shoulders.

Before entering the shower you turned off the ceiling light, leaving just the low warm mirror light on. Besides the absolute want for each other, this moment didn’t felt like foreplay. None of you made a movement towards initiating sex. You both simply feel the need for been together, to feel the other’s skin against your own. The confort and familiarity of each other’s body.

Leaving the shower, Mike let himself be conducted by you to lay in the bed.

- You are tense… - You said - let me take care of you
- I won’t say no to that - he smirked, his eyes half closed

You kneel in the bed between his legs. He loved the soft touch of you hands, but you knew well he reasponded so much better to pressure, specially when he was coming from a stressful mood like today.

You pressed your nails at the top of his thighs and dragged them down to his knees. His chest risen and a moaning left his lips.

- I love you so much… - those words were just inevitable as the feelings behind them
- Show me how much… - his words a low grumble coming from deep in his throat.

You leaned forward, your lips approaching the skin of his thighs

- I love how you shiver - your lips touched him - when I kis you.
His legs twiched, he tried put them together, but you were between them.
- how you bruise easily - you dragged your lips to the oposite side of his hips, barely touching his skin - when I bite you - your teeth sinking in

He breathe through his teeth, holding back a louder “aah”. Pushing through the pain was part of the fun.

- I love how… - your hand moved to his balls - responsive you are…

Your hand, that gently cupped his most sensitive area, increased the pressure bit by bit. He tossed his head back…

- Oh my G… - his hands gripped the sheets

Without letting go of him, with your other hand you reached the exposed column of his neck. Not pressing hard, you just caressed his throat, running your hands down to his chest, to his belly… Your hand down south still tightly grabbing him.

When you reach your lowering hand to his cock, it was already quite painfully hard. Your touch elicted a pathetic strangled moan in the middle of him breathing out. You removed your hand of his dick and licked your palm while maintaining eye contact with him.

- Babe… - his voice barely audible

Whaterver he planned to say after got lost in confused mumbling, when you leaned down and rolled your tongue over the head of his sensitive dick.

- I absolutely love - you rolled your tongue again to prove what you said - how you taste.

You pushed his dick in your mouth while moving your hand up and down following the bobbing of your head. He stop strangling his moans and they filled the room. You pushed him so deep, you could feel the stinging of tears behind your eyes.

- Honey… - you had your eyes closed - Love… - but you could hear his smile through his moaning - No, please no…

That was not what you expected to hear. You lifted your head

- What did you said?
- … four… - he gasped like he couldn’t take another second of your mouth around him without coming.
- What…

Before you could finish your question, he pushed you aside, pulling his leg back so you landed in the mattress.

Moving faster than his dragged moaning let you believe he was in condition of, he was on his knees sitting on his heels.

- I said - he pulled you closer by your hips, your legs apart to acomodate his legs - on all fours…

You lowered the top half of your body and twisted your head back. Your eyes met just as he pressed himself inside of you. You were so aroused just at teasing him, you were soaking wet. Your body was aching for this moment since he kissed you after the show.

Relief and happiness washed over his face when he could finally feel you from the inside. Your moaning joined his, but a bit muffled from your face pressed sideways against the mattress

- Oh, babe… - his fingers pressed on your hips like he needed to lock you in place - I needed this so bad… I need you so bad…
- I need you, Mike… - your fingers scrunching the sheets

Mike moved inside of you just for a bit, before he stopped himself, anchoring his senses with his fingers burried in you hips. He chuckled softly.

- I need - he took a deep breath- to stop a bit, or else I’m gonna come, right now
- Really? - you had malice in your question

You undulated your hip, grinding in his lap in a circular motion

- Fuck… - he gripped you harder- stop it! - and punctuated his words with a slap in your butt..

You laughed. At the same time you wanted him to move, you wanted to make him come… It was too good of an opportunity to mess with him to let it slide.

Mike took a few deep breaths. One of his palms caressing your back.

- I wanna feel you… - he said in a low voice, slowly, still taking deep breaths - I don’t wanna come now. I want to feel you more.

You moved again against him. Involuntarily, following the path his palms made on your back. This time he didn’t stop you. This time he followed your hips with his hand. His own hips following your moves. Reaching deeper each time he pulled you against him.

The humor disappearing, leaving his voice completely wrecked in desire. He locked his eyes on your face, never losing the eye contact while he sucked two of his fingers. He lowered himself towards your body, snaking one arm right under your breast he murmured behind you

- up…

You helped with your arms, pushing yourself off the bed to help him. Now you were on your knees, his legs still between yours and he was free for moving up and inside you. His fingers, wet from his saliva, found their way between your legs moving in tight circular motion against your clit.

- Mike… - you gasped, tossing your head behind, fitting perfectly in his shoulder

He was relentless. Pressing you against him, his arm across your chest, your sex under his fingers, he moved in and out of you in a fast pace

- Mike… - you cried out - it’s too much…
- Is it? - He asked, his voice teasing- are you overwhelmed?
- Yes! - you manage to say among the sounds he involuntarily taken from you
- Good… - he said keeping his rhythm, his smile barely contained
- You…

Before you could call him something offensive for being so amused at your “suffering”, your orgasm took your capacity of being coherent. Your head tossed back on his shoulder, made your moaning come deeply from your throat with abandon.

Mike eased his pace and the pressure of his fingers, lulling you back from your high. Your moaning reduced to low cries, while you clawed his arms.

- Babe… Love… - by his voice, Mike was also far gone in his pleasure, he spoke between open mouth kisses to your neck- you sound so good… I love to hear you like this… I…

He finally let himself go. His teeth sinking on your neck, your hand reach to the back of his head. Feeling through the pain of his biting, you pressed him against you, forbidding him to leave. He slowly let go of you. A string of saliva connected his lips to your neck, rupturing only when you slowly sinked from his lap to the bed.

Still catching his breath, Mike watched as you turned yourself belly up, and extended your arms to him. He accepted the invitation falling back to the bed, between your arms. His head moving up and down with the flow of your breathing.

You both fell silent for a moment. Your fingers running softly over his back. You had your eyes closed, just enjoying this alone time. Traveling with Mike on tour meant that he had a lot of obligations, people to see, interviews, rehearsals… Every single moment alone, you cherished. Mike was the one to break the silence.

- I want you to know… - He paused, like what he was about to say was causing him distress - that I’m not hiding you from anyone…

Your eyes shot open. You look down to where he was lying on top of you. He turned his head up to face you.

- What kind of conversation was going on inside your head- you let a laugh scape through your words - that you felt the need of telling me this, out of nowhere!

You both laughed. It was an absurd statement out of the blue. Specially after the time you just shared. But it was an idea that was ping ponging it’s away around Mike’s brain, since earlier.

- I’m sorry- he kept laying on your chest and squeezed your waist- I just thought that… If I was more open about us…
- Is it about me running from you while you were in the interview?
- No, it’s about Max!
- Oh my God! - You slapped your forehead - Seriously?
- I am! - Mike lifted his body leaning on his elbow on his side. - like… I don’t really tell people…
- About your relationships? - you completed - Well, you don’t have to!

Mike took a deep breath.

- I don’t tell people publicly I’m not married anymore.
- Wait… - you lifted your body from the mattress and mirrored his position. - You tell people around you are still married to the same person you were before?
- Not like that!
- Than how?

This was supposed to be a post sex pillow talk. Why everything with Mike was a surprise!? He took a deep breath.

- If in an interview someone asks about my love life… I just say I’m happy. Even when I’m not…
- Excuse me!? - you sat up in one sudden movement
- I am happy now! - he pulled you by your arm back to the bed - Get back here! I meant before…

You fell with your back on the bed and laughing. Mike approached you and you reached for his face. His expression was less heavy now. But he was still unloading something important to him.

- And if someone is more incisive, and asks about my wife… - He pondered - I just say she’s fine, and move the conversation to another subject

You thought for a moment. Tried to see this from his point of view.

- What does she thinks about this? - you asked
- She’s fine, she doesn’t mind… I asked her before I started doing this.
- Good…
- Her husband wasn’t very fond of it at first.

You covered your mouth laughing. He smiled and continued

- But now he’s ok. - he caressed your face - I wanna know how you feel about it.
- I guess I’m ok. - You smiled softly at him - I don’t really wanna have to be involved in your public life… And you feel better not giving media too much information.
- I really do! - he sighed, you could see in his eyes how he had to deal with this invasion of his privacy since younger age - besides, - he continued - I tell people that are close to me! Like Mickey and the girls.
- Wait… - you paused for a moment - Do you think Max thought you were cheating with me?

You both laughed.

- I might have to fire him. - he said serious
- No! - you slapped his arm and he laughed- Don’t do this, the poor guy knew nothing.
- Fine, - Mike rolled his eyes - I won’t fire your boyfriend
- Thank you, that’s all I ask.
- Actually, I don’t know him a lot… He might think I’m married and don’t know my wife…
- So…
- He probably think he was hitting on my wife

You both laugh again.

- You might wanna clear that out with him… - you said pulling Mike’s head to your chest where he snuggled again
- What if I don’t want to?

Your breath hitched on your chest. What if he don’t want to?

- Than… - you said finally- Than you don’t have to…
- Ok… - he said - I won’t…

It was already late. You both were exhausted, and fell asleep on each other. The words exchanged and the agreement of not clearing out misunderstandings hanging in the air. Something shifted in your relationship deeply.

The next morning would start early, and you both felt more connected than ever.

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It was too Goddamn early and you guys were on the road. The same van that drove you to the hotel from the the train station just a few days ago, now were driving you outside the town.

Almost everyone was asleep. You laid your head on Mike’s lap. He had his head rested against the window. The trepidation of the road skewing his glasses without him even noticing.

Greg was the only one awake side by side with the driver.

The idea was to arrive very early because the next show was in two days, and this venue was presenting a few problems. Mike wanted to check everything before and the most time he could squeeze to check this he was accepting.

After this show, the next one was a week after, and there was a lot of time to fix if something wasn’t to his requests. He was a bit anxious about it.

You felt the van shaking a bit and stopping suddenly. Greg and the driver had an exchange in italian. Greg turned back.

- Mike - Greg called - do you wanna see this?

Mike woke up, a bit grumpy. But he knew exactly what it was. He tapped your shoulders lightly

- Wanna come out with me?

You nodded, not sure what you were agreeing to. Because of the arrangement of the seats, you stepped out of the van first. You weren’t 100% awake. So you stood outside, trying to figure out why did Mike had you up in the side of the road at this ungodly hour, while facing the van. Mike placed himself behind you, and twisted your shoulders so you faced the other side

- Wow… - you said as your eyes got used to the light

The road where the three of you stood now, was way up in a mountain. Mike turned you to face the view. You saw the vast sea, the sun coming up on the horizon. Down on the ground, a building. Beige in color, dark red windows. Some of them open, with white curtains flowing in the wind. In big letters in the face of the building you read “La Bussola”

- There’s the hotel we gonna spend the next week or so… - Mike said pointing at the building
- Gotta tell you Mike, - Greg said - I’m glad you convinced me to book this one.
- Told ya… - Mike smirked basking in the feeling of being right

Another van came around the curve and honked at them. Even though they were parked at the side of the road, those narrow streets up and down the Amalfi Coast were not to be trusted.

- Let’s get back in - Greg ushered them - We’re close now

The three in the van were woken by the honk. Mickey was muttering all the cuss words in foreigner language he knew and Eddy held her head in her hands.

Soon they were back on the road.

- Wanna hear something curious? - he said as you laid your head in his shoulder
- Sure…
- Me and Greg had a few meetings when planning this tour. Almost all the time, we agreed with everything.

You nodded with your eyes closed, making an effort to stay awake. Mike continued

- When we talked about where to stay here, we didn’t really agreed. I showed him this hotel and he wasn’t sure about it. But I wanted it, you know? - You nodded again - He told me to go home and think about it.

At this point, you had opened your eyes, curious on where Mike was going with this story.

- So I got on my bike and went home - He smiled to himself - On that day I caught some heavy rain on the way….

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him.

- That day I almost ran over a crazy chick that crossed the street without looking…

You smiled when Mike tapped your nose with his index finger.

- The day you met everyone on that show at the hotel? - you nodded smiling, the first time you two got together - was the day I told him, “book the hotel, and leave my room with a possibility for two people”

Your eyes widened and you supressed a smile. He mimicked your expression and pressed his forehead against yours.

Mike, always full of surprises, always planning three steps ahead.

You all arrived at the hotel did a speed checkin thanks to Greg being on top of this before. Mike pretty much just went to the room with you, left the bags and was out of the door. He was eager to get to the next days venue.

You could totally see why Mike wanted this place. Your room was white and blue. The striped walls in this colors, complemented by the bedding’s. The balcony wasn’t directly facing the sea. Which was even better. The view had a bit of the sea, and faced also the houses scattered on the mountainside. You could see stairs and roads zigzagging up until the top.

It was too early back home to start working and sending emails. So you decided to check another feature of the hotel you could see when parked on the roadside.

You took the elevator to the last floor and got surprised with the amazing sight. An open rooftop. Several tables by the rising sun, each with their own sunshades. The brick red tiles a nice contrast with the white patio furniture.

This place gonna look amazing illuminated at night, you thought. You hoped for having enough time so you guys could enjoy some time here. Mike said you were going to spend a week or so… But who knew what that translated in free time when Mike got in “The Zone” focused on his work.

You got back to your room and decided to rest for a bit. It was already late when you both finally fell asleep last night, and were all up way before the sun rise.

The nap made you feel refreshed. You left the balcony door slightly open, so the seaside breeze could cool the room. But now, as you stretched in bed, the door outside was ajar. Also, something felt strange. A smell you didn’t expected coming from the outside.

You stood up walking slowly to the door, when you saw Mike’s frame against the sunny background. His back turned to you.

- Mike? - you said

He turned to you. His cheeks pink, and for a moment you caught a glimpse of the young guy when got surprised doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. He gave a small smile pressing his lips together, his hand placed behind his back.

- What’s going on…? - you asked curious approaching him

He rolled his eyes giving up the charade. A puff of smoke left his lips, he promptly dispersed it with his hand, still holding the cigarette.

- You’re smoking!
- I quit!
- Allegedly… - you laughed

His face wasn’t the best, he looked down and sighed.

- What’s going on? - you joined him in the balcony, reaching to hold his waist
- There’s still a lot of problems with the sound - he said putting out the cigarette in an ashtray you had no idea where he found - The manager told it would be everything set before we arrived! - he squeezed his hands open and close - We’re here! There’s a show tomorrow- his voice getting agitated - And there’s still problems!
- Ok… - using the most soothing voice you could muster - take a deep breath now…

Mike did just that following your lead. You repeated the slow breathing and he did as well.

- You’re so upset… How come you are here? - It made no sense to you that Mike would abandon the place like this
- Greg told me to come here and check on you. See if you had everything you need for the day, because I might have to stay a long time there

You looked at him blinking a few times…

- You mean that Greg kicked you out because you were being a problem. - you nodded
- Exactly!
- Look, - you reached to his face - let’s go outside, have something to eat, some fresh air… ok?
- Sure - he agreed- could you put some pants before? Because that’s very distracting…

You looked down at yourself wearing panties and a shirt, and smiled.

- Unless… - you approached him - you wanna stay in the room?
- Hmmm… babe… - Mike’s cheeks looked flushed, his hands reached your face - I wanted to… - kissed you- Please don’t get me wrong…

You looked a bit embarrassed, while he continued

- But my head is not in the right place for it, right now. - he seemed embarrassed and apologetic- I’m so sorry…
- Babe, no… - Now you felt bad of having suggested - Oh my God, don’t feel bad! I totally understand…

That was a first. Mike wasn’t someone to give less than 100% of himself to the task at hand. No matters what it was. But work was pretty much his soft spot. And he was in a position of seeing something he worked hard for being less than perfect because other people didn’t do their job.

You didn’t felt rejected, but felt bad because you didn’t catch he was in a sour mood and pushed for it.

You both went to the rooftop, where you made your best to push Mike’s mind out of the work for a bit. You asked him about how he found this hotel, if he had visited amalfi coast before, if he was planning rent a vespa here as well… He was.

He’d been here before, not in this hotel but he saw it and became fascinated with it. About the vespa… Yes. He wanted to take for a ride at some point. In fact, Mickey would rent one as well!

He seemed more relaxed, he was smiling… But he still was obsessively looking at the phone to check for messages of Greg. At some point you picked his phone, when your plates of late breakfast arrived.

- Give me - he tried to snatch it from you, but seemed to understand you wanted him to eat in peace
- No! - you tossed the phone inside your shirt
- Yeah - He smirked - because I wouldn’t reach there just for fun…

He was definitely feeling better… Which was great! You felt like you and Greg were teaming up to manage Mike with little hiccups. He sent you a grumpy Mike that was hindering the work, you sent him back a more manageable person. Still grumpy, because… Well… Mike. But a lighter version.

The work flowed better in the afternoon. Some of the venue problems were fixed others were hidden enough so that Mike would just know about them between the shows when they had more time to work on them.

The rest of the day, you took to work and explore the area by yourself. You walked by the beach, splayed a bit by the sun in the lawn chairs provided by the hotel. And worked some by the end of the day.

Mike fed you bits of information through out the day over message.

“Things are better here. Thanks for talking me through it”

“Rehearsal beginning. I’m not gonna be able to join you for dinner :(“

“Your boyfriend is here…”

“Oops… I accidentally pushed him down a flight of stairs”

Those last two made you laugh out loud. Poor Max, had no idea he was in danger near Mike.

“Babe, Please don’t wait up for me. I’m gonna be late here”

This one you actually didn’t read, because you were already asleep. Mike walked back to the room some time after midnight. You were deep asleep. His idea was to make no sound at all and try to lay beside you without disturbing your rest. Until he saw a note you left him at the bathroom mirror, scribbled in a stationary of the hotel

“Kiss me good night before going to sleep?”

Mike approached you, laid on your stomach with your hands near your head. He laid beside you and caressed your back. You started to stirr a bit in your sleep. His lips pressed against your cheek made a smile appear on your face.

- You’re here… - relief in your voice - what time is it?
- It’s late… - Mike replied still kneading your flesh - I was going to let you sleep, but I saw your note…
- Oh that was for my boyfriend - your said through your smile - I heard he suffered an accident today
- Yeah, I’ll show you your boyfriend… - Mike pulled you still laughing closer

You managed to turn yourself to him. Both laid on your sides. Mike kissed your neck while you felt his arms and chest with your hands.

- Thank you, sweetie… - he murmured between kisses - for letting me vent today.
- You’re very welcome…
- I’m sorry I left you alone
- You’re working! I know you need to be there- you stated - Besides… - you smiled - poor me, all alone in this amazing place, with an incredible view…
- Really? - he smirked- because I was planning to make it up to you for having abandoned you here
- Yeah - you changed your mind real quick, through a lazy slightly turned on smile you continued - you abandoned me, all alone, at this horrible horrible place…

Mike’s hand lowering down your back, squeezing your butt and reaching your thigh. Where he helped your leg on top of his.

- Mike… - you said stopping his hand still on your leg - We can just sleep, you know?
- You’re not in the mood? - he asked
- Well… I can be… - you said caressing his hand still firmly grabbing your thigh - But you don’t have to be… If your head still not in place…

He smiled and moved his hand to your face.

- I know, babe… - he sighed - Earlier I was mad, and completely out of it
- I know…
- But now - he moved his hand back to your butt and pressed you against his hip, where you could feel his undeniable erection - now I feel fine

You moaned feeling his eagerness. Your hips moving and searching for friction against him.
- More than fine… I see… - you moaned

His hand went down on you, without hesitating, his fingers feeling your warmth. You gasped. His words, so intimate, so close to you, so encompassing… It was just like only you two existed.

- I thought about you the entire day…
- You did? - Your tone dripping with pleasure.
- About being here… - Mike dragged his lips sloppily over your neck, your face… His fingers making sure you understood what he was saying - About being inside of you…
- I missed you… - you sighed
- Here - Mike took your wrist, his fingers wet with your juices - Feel it…

He placed your hand over his erection, bulging under his underwear.

- I’ve been like this the whole day… - he said in a deep breath with the pressure of your hands that he held in place.
- Oh, you poor thing… - you smiled, Mike moaned as he pressed him self harder on your hand - we have to do something about it…
- Please… - he begged

You slid your hand inside his underwear, stroking him slowly as you pull him out. His moaning becoming more desperate.

He buckled his hip, ready to feel your hand on him.

- Here… - you guided him with your hand, twisting your hip forward - I want you here…

Mike placed one leg forward to give him some leverage. With your help guiding him, he found his way inside you. You both gasped

- There you go… - your hand grappling his shoulder, your hips moving with his finding your rhythm
- I needed this… - Mike breathed against your face, his hand squeezing your thighs, feeling your muscles tensing with the movement

You both feeling each other’s movement get more frantic with each thrust. The way he had to turn his hip up, was driving you insane.

- Mike… - Your nails digging into his back
- Babe, I’m gonna cum… - he said with his face burried into the base of your neck
- Babe… I love you…

You climaxed together. Mike still burring himself in you, undoubtedly leaving prints of his grip in your leg. He kept moving until his legs were moments from painfully cramping.

- I love you… - He answered breathlessly when he finally could put his thoughts together again

***

This show had all the promise of being tense. From your spot, close to the entrance of the stage, you watched. Your fingers locked together closer to your chest.

Mike was anxious… Moments before walking in the stage he was very introspective, like preparing himself for a tragedy. You wanted to reach out and take his pain away. But you learned he needed to ride those moments by himself.

All the lights were on. All the orchestra was on display. The audience applauded and hollered. Suddenly all the lights went out.

Your heart dropped. Was that planned? Was everyone aware this was going to happen? Would everyone start running around like crazy? You leaned against the wall and braced yourself. The crowd was still wild.

Soon, a single blue spotlight lit directly at Mike, still calmly sitting at his chair. With his hand, he signaled the crowd to reduce the noise

- Silencio - he said imprinting an accent that wasn’t quite italian - Silencio

The crowd responded by becoming quieter. Before all the noise ceased. He started singing

“Yo estaba bien
Por un tiempo
Volviendo a sonreir”

That wasn’t italian… A voice in the crowd went “Wooow” followed by some people shushing them. An acoustic guitar softly followed Mike’s voice.

“Luego anoche te vi
Tu mano me toco
Y el saludo de tu voz”

Mike had his eyes closed. His lips dragged softly over the mic.

“Te hable muy bien y tu sin saber
Que he estado
Llorando por tu amor
Llorando por tu amor”

You understood very little of those words. But the emotions Mike imprinted in his voice, was somethings that needed no translation. He was pinning, aching, so raw and afflicted. Emotions reserved for the deepest of someone’s vulnerability…

“No es facil de entender
Que al verte otra vez
Yo estoy llorando”

And he was performing it so openly and on display for so many people. It must be hard to put your self out there like this. A soft violine followed the acoustic guitar.

“No me quieres ya
Y siempre estare
Lorando por tu amor
Lorando por tu amor”

Mike’s voice so powerful it made you think the microphone was there just as a mere accessory. No one at the audience dares to speak.

Speak? You had your breath hitched in your chest for God knows how long!

Mike extended the word “amor” for impossibly long. And as soon as he stopped. The light went out again. Along with the instruments stopping all at onece. For three seconds. The audience, and you, stood in complete silence in the dark. Was like no one was there.

Until a wall of sound broke into the dark. People applauding and yelling. You finally release your breath. Relief, pinning, Mike made everyone present feel the same pain he was showcasing in the stage. You wiped the tears that ran on your face.

You reminded of the words Mike told you right before the first show of the tour “You feel like a God… And then you are a shithead again”

***

To you, it was a great show. Mike could not disagree more.

There were no one for an interview after. Which was amazing, because Mike was in no conditions of talking to someone properly after the show. He complained about the return of the sound, about the lights that were not synced to the music, he didn’t hear back from the manager since the morning when they said they would call back.

He walked back and forth. The musicians were aware of the problems. But with all things considered, it was a good show.

Mike was so laser focused on the problems, he gave you a peck after the show and then pretty much disappeared. He walked by you a few times, his eyes crossed yours but he didn’t stop.

You were taken care of. You were always surrounded by people, the musicians, Eddy, Lynn… But the people were dwindling.

At some point he walked by you and you were sitting at a couch, just with Eddy and Mickey.

- Hey… - he approached kneeling in front of you - Why don’t you guys go to the hotel? I’ll be there in a bit
- I wait for you. - you
- Please, - Mike swiped the sweat from his face - You don’t have to…
- I’ll wait for you - you said again without changing your tone

Mike sighed, without the energy to counter argue you.

- Ok… - he said and left again.
- We wait for you guys… - Eddy said - Right? - she looked for agreement with Mickey
- Totally! - he backed Eddy
- No, no… - you said - That’s ok! You guys go and get some rest. - Eddy and Mickey exchanged looks, you sighed and continued- I keep an eye on him.

You dozed off at that couch. When you both left was already after 2 am. You both were silent on the way to the hotel, one on each side of the backseat, under the curious look of the driver on the rearview mirror.

At the hotel, Mike didn’t fell asleep. He crashed completely. Even in his slumber, he was tense. Muscles tight, arms crossed, knees pulled back almost to his chest. That could not be comfortable. You tried to hold him from behind, but his position was so tight, he was completely locking everything outside. Including you.

You fell asleep gazing outside the window. A sliver of the moon reflected on the sea. The view could not be more perfect. You wished you could be sharing this view with Mike, if he wasn’t locked into his own whirlwind of thoughts even in his sleep.

You probably were more tired than you gave yourself credit to. Since the first thing you saw was the same window you fell asleep to, you probably didn’t move much.

Instinctively, you reach your arm to the other side of the bed to reach Mike. And found the bed empty. On your phone the time was 8:30. Too early considering the time you slept.

As your senses slowly come back to you, you felt a familiar smell coming from the balcony. Smoke.

Still rubbing your eyes, you appeared on the balcony. Mike was already dressed, had a coffee cup in his hands, by his feet the ashtray had already three cigarette butts, and he had a lit one in his fingers.

He forced a smile to greet you.

- Did you slept? - you asked
He wavered his head signaling that not much sleep was had, while he blow out the smoke.
- Did you already had breakfast? - you pointed with your head at the coffee in his hand
- This is my third coffee, if you consider that a breakfast - he laughed without humor.

You nodded, pulling up a chair beside him. You both stared at the view.

- It’s quite a beautiful view here… - you said, Mike nodded - You should stop and enjoy a bit.

He smirked nodding.

- I’m working- he said looking at you - the other day you understood that
- I still understand - you said - but I’m worried about you.
- No need to… - Mike was a bit cold, distant - I’m just… fed up!

Silence… It weighted heavy between you two.

- Both shows were great so far… - you included
- Because I know what I’m doing. - he flintched, regretting how the words came out - And I have a lot of good people on my side… - he tried to soften the blow.
- I agree… - you said - you and the good people on your side made two great shows.

If Mike was including you on this people, was up to him. You continued

- Why does it have to be so hard now?
- Because the people in this venue is making everything harder! - he raised his voice to you for the first ever. - It’s like they’re sabotaging it on purpose!
- Don’t be neurotic, Mike - was your time to regret what just came out of your mind
- Neurotic? - he scoffed - No one answers me, they don’t fix things they said they would have ready, they make me think I’m being unreasonable for asking for things I know we agreed upon - each item he listed he was getting more frantic
- Mike…

He stood up from his chair, even more agitated

- And now you think I’m neurotic? - Mike was red
- That wasn’t what I meant - you said - Mike, I’m on your side!

Mike ran his fingers over his hair.

- So please, understand me!
- I’m trying to! - you stood up this time

Both facing each other.

- I just… - you tried to put into words - even with those problems, everyone put together a great show
- Yeah! - Mike said - But we’re swimming against the current here!
- I know, - you tried to remain calm - I can see that… But if you keep acting like this, you are been the current
- You don’t get it, I have to push it to be perfect! It’s my name on the line!

Silence again. You ran to fill the silence this time

- Just stop pushing everyone away from you…

You reached for him, but he dodged you.

- Maybe I need to push myself away for a while…- he said while walking to the door
- Mike…
- I’ll take a deep breath… maybe that’s what I need

He left. Not exactly slamming the door, but not making much effort so it wouldn’t close hard.

The tears you shed now felt bitter when compared with the from the day before.

You understood the pressure on him. Maybe not fully, but you understood his side. But he was being so frustrating!

You took a shower, to make you feel a little bit better. And also to give some space to Mike. You didn’t wanted to walk out and see him lounging somewhere, still marinating in his anger.

As you got dress, there was a timid knock on the door. It wasn’t him. He had the key. You put on your best happy face and opened the door

- Hey girl! How are you? - Eddy was on the other side of the door
- Hey! I’m fine and you? - you gave space so she walked in
- Are you really ok? - She pushed - Because I just saw a red eyed Mike, smoking like a chaminee, looking really awful

Your facade colapsed. You closed the door. That was embarrassing. Not only you were fighting, but now you felt like everyone knew.

- Oh, Eddy… - your voiced broke a little - we had a fight…
- I know, baby… - she held you, and you let out a sob bubbling from your chest. - I called him neurotic… - you said, tears flowing again
- Well, - Eddy cleaned up your tears - We all know he can be sometimes…
- Where is he?
- Don’t worry… - She said holding your face between her hands - Mickey went to talk to him, and they went out for a ride. When they come back both of you will be fine ok?

You nodded, smiling with your red eyes.

- Let’s just put some breakfast on you, ok?

Eddy walked you to the rooftop, on a table where Lynn, was already awaiting for you.

- Hey, babe - Lynn said taking your hand - Do you wanna talk about what happened, talk shit about Mike, or just pretend it didn’t happen?
- We could do any of those! - Eddy said

You laughed

- I wanna pretend it didn’t happened, if that’s ok with you two
- Totally! - Lynn answered

You were so glad for them. The three of you spent a good part of the morning talking and laughing. They were doing their best in keeping your mind at ease.

You pretended as best as you could. You kept a smile on your face, but a deep hollow in your stomach persisted. You couldn’t help to check your phone every few minutes. Hoping for a message, a call, something… You got nothing.

You didn’t even expected it was an apology. You just wanted to talk to Mike. Your Mike, the real thing… Not that angry frustrated man you let it slip from your room earlier today.

At last, you couldn’t hide anymore. It was great to have the girls with you, but you needed to set this straight. You thanked them a lot for keeping you company! They were the best, but you needed to talk to Mike.

You got back to your room. He wasn’t there. Ok, so he still was out with Mickey. That’s fine. “I’m gonna send him a message.” You thought. The messages weren’t being delivered.

You called, also without results. You felt a nauseating feeling arise from your stomach. You reminded the last time that happened to you. The rain, the unanswered messages. Opening the door to your former house and having your whole life turned upside down.

No! No no no… Mike wouldn’t hurt you like this! He wouldn’t… He wouldn’t… right?

While your mind were spiraling out of control, a hurried knocked happened on your door. You ran to answer

Maybe It was Mike! Maybe he lost the key. Maybe he couldn’t find them? Maybe he just was looking for you! Maybe…

- Greg… - you said without being able to hide your disapointment - What’s up?
- It’s Mike… - he looked from his phone on his hand to you- He’s in the hospital…

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- What… - you muttered
- I received this message from Mickey - Greg continued- He said to let you know and get there ASAP. You and Eddy

Without responding to Greg you walked down the hallway. Greg was behind you, still talking. But his voice was muffled by the pounding of your heart that filled your head.

You desperately knocked on the door. Greg reached you, stopping your fist from keep punching.

- Mickey, is not here - he explained like you didn’t understood him the first time, since you were knocking on Mickey’s door- He’s at the hospital and…

Eddy opened the door.

- OH MY GOD! - She exclaimed, seeing Greg there with you - What… Why…
- You have to come with us…

***

The trip to the hospital was torturously slow. The driver was pretty much flying, he almost caused two accidents but to you, it was still slow. You and Eddy in the back seat, held hands without exchanging no words. Were you blinking? Were you breathing? You didn’t know.

- Is that Mickey’s vespa? - Eddy whispers with her hand over her mouth

You see a baby blue vespa fallen on the side of the road. Your eyes desperately scan the area. On the other side of the street, a cream colored vespa with the front wheel bent out of shape and the headlight broken.

- Is that Mike’s? - You seem to hear Eddy’s voice like a whisper from across a football field
- I don’t know. - you answer, tongue so dry you feel it might break

You don’t know. You don’t know? What kind of monster were you? You weren’t there for him, you didn’t knew what he was driving, you made him mad before he left…

NO!

This wasn’t going to help. Blaming yourself, spiraling down a guilt well wasn’t do any good. Wasn’t helping anyone.

You and Eddy flew by the door as soon as the car stopped, leaving Greg behind. You both ran through the door with “EMERGENZA” on top.

Both frantically reached the front, eager for some information, someone to say everything was ok… Simply, someone! On the confusion, you both forgot you were speaking english.

The older nurse behind the counter looked at you both over her glasses, awaiting for a quiet moment so she could say something.

Amidst of the confusion you both heard something

- Dee… - you both looked in the direction of the voice

Coming out of a little room separate from the reception, Mickey emerged. His shirt disheveled and a few bruises on his arms.

- Dee! - he ran towards you both.

You could not deny you were happy seeing Mickey was well, but it felt heavy in tour stomach the fact that Mike was not with him.

- Questo è un ospedale, stai zitto!

The nurse in the reception exclaimed. You could only think she was telling you all to shut up. Mickey and Eddy clashed into each other’s arms and kissed right as Greg appeared theough the door. That cat was out of the bag.

- Mickey… - You muttered embarassed for ruining the moment between them

Without another word from you, Mickey extended his arm and pulled you into his arm. He kissed the top of your head and looked directly in your eyes.

- I was with him the whole time, I swear!
- Mickey - you pushed to be a bit free of his tight hold in both of you. - What happened?
- A truck…
- What?? - you felt desperate

The nurse in the reception was on the phone, probably calling security over the scene you were causing. It would take the police to get you out without knowing what happened.

- It came out of nowhere! - Mickey continued- we both went in different directions. I fell and rolled out of the bike. When I went to look for Mike , he was on the floor. I came here with him in the ambulance
- Was he in pain? - Mickey shook his head - Did he told you something?
- No… - Mickey kept shaking his head while looking into your eyes - He wasn’t’ awake during this whole time…

You felt like gravity lost it’s grip on you… You felt with your hands for a wall to lean on, but was like they ran away from you as well. The first thing you actually felt, was Greg’s arms under yours, keeping you from hitting the ground.

- Qua qua qua! - a srange voice emerged from close to all of you

A short woman, long curly hair rolled into a bun on the top of her head commanded attention. She look directly at Mickey.

- Those people, - she struggled a bit with english, but was making herself clear - are yours?
- Yes, - he promptly answered - we’re all together
- I need - She nodded her head, and looked into a few papers on her hand - Michele’s family. Anyone?

Everyone looked around a bit unaware of how to answer. You pulled yourself out of Greg’s arms

- I’m- you swallowed, your throat felt like sand - I’m his wife…

The doctor, or whoever she was, looked around in your faces. Like looking for the lie there

- Ok, - she said - Follow me

And started walking. You quickly put yourself together again and followed her. A short glance behind to see the three standing there apprehensive. Soon, you crossed a door, going inside a corridor and through the second in that corridor you walked into a small office. “Neurologo” was written in the door and it was enough of a cognate to worry you.

- Signora, si accomodi! - he said pointing at the chair in front of you.
- My name is Franca - the woman introduce herself - I’m the nurse that… receptionated mr Michele.

You nodded. Franca continued.

- This is Doctor Mario, our neurologist. - you nodded at him like realizing he was there for the first time. - I’m here to translate the big words for you, ok?
- Ok, - you took a deep breath - Thanks for that!

Franca dismissed your gratitude with a wave of her hand. Another wave and the doctor promptly started speaking. He looked directly at you and you at him, but nothing was really being understood. As soon as he had a break in his speach, Franca started.

- What it seems is that, Mr michele detoured a truck and hit a small wall. He flew off the bike on the ground.

Franca tone was neutral, you couldn’t read what we’re going to be the following information. The doctor proceeded for a few sentences.

- He fell on his shoulder and hit his head - you gasped and took your hands to your mouth, Franca extended her hand and held your arm before continuing - Lucky, he was wearing a helmet

The doctor proceeded, followed by Franca.

- He has a concussion. He is asleep because of the concussion and we sedated him to put his shoulder in place.
- How is his brain? - you asked. Deep in your mind a few jokes couldn’t help to come up. Mickey would love all of them

The doctor said a few things. He understood the word “brain”. Franca explained.

- He’s in the MRI. The results will come soon. After that - she paused - we have to await him wake up.

You nodded.

- Can I see him? - you asked, ready to plead for not be left out of it.
- I’ll take you to the room right away.

You remembered you said you were his wife. They wouldn’t keep a wife from seen her sick husband, would they?

Franca conducted you through another corridor to an elevator.

- Thanks for doing the translation- you said to Franca - I would be lost without it
- No problem - she gave a smile, breaking a bit of her stern nurse facade - you are not the wife, are you?

You stopped on your tracks.

- Please, don’t…
- Not a problem - Franca smiled wider pulling you by the arm - a girlfriend worried like you is better than a uncaring wife. Your secret is safe

Your eyes stinged with tears.

- How did you know? - you asked
- The tall guy, - she laughed - his chin hit the floor when you said wife

“Mickey, you dense fucker…” you though. Looking at the numbers go up in the elevator, a doubt weighted on your chest.

- How does he look? - fear and resolution in your tone. You wanted to be ready
- How does your husband look? - Franca was surprised by the question
- I mean… - you were afraid of your own thoughts - Is he too hurt, how does his face look?
- Ah, - Franca made a dismissive gesture while holding the door open for you - He has a imobilizer in his shoulder and stiches on top of his eye - she stoped for a moment considering how to say the next sentence- But by his scars, is not his first visit to a hospital.

At the door you took a deep breath and opended. Mike was in a bed closest to the door. There was a second bed, but it was empty. He looked… You struggled with the word…

Peaceful.

His eyebrows didn had that crevice between them like the last time you saw him. His traces were softer, his jaw wasn’t clenched. He looked like he was softly asleep. Like in the many times you woke up in the middle of the night and watched him sleep, until you yourself fell back asleep. Some times, you did woke him up to help you fall back asleep, but that was beside the point.

The point was…

- He look so calm… - you said, reaching for his left hand, that was laid beside his body, while the right was resting in his belly, wrapped by the shoulder immobilizer.
- People look calm when they are asleep… And he is just sleeping - Franca reassured you

You nodded remembering how tense Mike was in his sleep last night… Has it really been less that 24 hours since you guys got back from the show? Even less time from the fight this morning.

- Can I stay here? - you looked at Franca, your eyes pleading before she even considered denying
- Of course. He can have someone with him - she looked at her watch - We are still in visiting hours. Your friends can come see him, but only one at a time.
- Thank you - you agreed while brushing strands of hair from Mike’s forehead

He did had stitches above his eyes, they were clean and dressed properly.

A different doctor appeared with some paper. He wasn’t as calming of a presence as Doctor Mario had been before. He appeared said some words towards you, Franca answered and he proceeded to talk directly to her without giving Franca the time to translate to you.

As soon as he left she looked at you and rolled her eyes.

- His MRI looks good. No major problem.

You took a deep breath.

- Now what? - you asked
- We await for him to wake up. - she shrugged- Soon, someone will come give him medicine.

You nodded and Franca left. She seemed tough… But what an angel.

You picked the phone from your pocket and sent a message to Greg. Gave an overall explanation and let them know that one people at a time could come to the room for a moment.

There was a worried message from Lynn. You sent her a voice message explaining some of what happened and pocketed the phone again.

You shouldn’t be on the phone all the time. Mike needed you there, even that he wasn’t all there himself.

A soft knock on the door and Greg walked in. You mustered a smile.

- Hey Greg… - you said - Here’s our boy…
- Oh man… - Greg approached him keeping his hand on the rails of the bed - I’m gonna say something that might not seem good, but it is…

Your face couldn’t hide your confusion. Greg continued

- I’ve seen he do worst, and he bounced back.

The surprise of that sentence made you laugh. The laughter pulled to the surface something you were pushing down with all your strength. Fear.

Without realizing how, your laughter turned into a sob. Your shoulders bouncing, just realizing you were crying when Greg approached and hugged you.

- You know what - you said wiping your tears - that actually helped! Thanks

Greg held you tight.

- I’m glad you are here - you scoffed in his arms - I mean it!
- Really? - you said
- Yeah! - he continued - You can totally see how he looks for you after every show. - Greg stopped and pondered for a moment - Hell… He looks for you even when he knows you are not there…

That made you sob again. You wanted so much that Mike was awake. You realize the whole time Greg held you, you didn’t let go of Mike’s hand.

- I won’t stay here much - He said pulling away from you - Mickey wants to see him, and I have to go cancel the show
- What? - you grabbed Greg’s arm - Cancel? The next show?
- Well… yeah… - Greg was surprised- I mean - and you both looked at Mike laying there
- You can’t cancel the show! - you said realizing how absurd was what Greg just said
- He… - Greg fought with his words - He needs to rest
- Greg! - you pulled away from him - This man will completely lose it, if he wakes up in the next few hours and the next show was canceled!
- What if he doesn’t wake up in the next few hours? - Greg didn’t mean to sound dramatic - and I have to let the venue know…
- Well fuck the venue! - you said serious

Greg tried to bite the inside of his mouth to suppress a smile. You and Mike were definitely spending too much time together. You continued

- You said he bounced back from worse, he will be ready, Greg!
- Ok, ok… - he lift his palms in a gesture of surrendering- Let’s give him 24h to wake up and than we talk again, ok?

You nodded. Before leaving, he looked behind and said.

- Good negotiating with you…

You bent down and kissed Mike’s forehead. Before pulling back you said like a secret.

- You better wake up soon, because I just fought with your tour manager!

Franca came back, and injected something in the access attached to Mike’s arm.

- What is this? - you asked
- Pain killer - Franca said - he gonna be sore in the shoulder and the head. This is to ease up on him.

You nodded. While she was leaving Mickey opened the door. She looked at you pointing at Mickey.

- He was the surprised one

You both smiled to each other as she left.

- What was that? - Mickey asked confused.

You made a dismissive gesture. Mickey remained distant with his back against the door. Looking uneasily between you and Mike.

- So, I heard you bought some time for the show?

You smiled. Mickey felt strange. He wasn’t coming close to see Mike, he kept his back against the door. He lowered his head, his leg shaking and he seemed nervous.

- Mickey… What’s wrong?
- I… I’m- Mickey’s voice was breaking, he lift his face. His eyes red, and nose running that he wiped on the sleeve of his jacket - I’m sorry!
- Mic…

Mickey clashed into you holding you tight. He held you with one arm around your shoulders, his other hand clasped on yours and Mike’s on the bed.

- I’m so sorry- Mickey continued sobbing - I should have waited, I should have made him be calmer, I should…
- Mickey! - you said finally removing your hand from Mike’s and holding Mickey’s face- It was not your fault! It was no one’s fault! Please…
- Ok… - he sniffled wiping his face already red - Ok. I’m nervous

Much like with Mike when you caught him smoking, you saw a glimpse of a younger Mickey. Afraid, feeling guilty of something out of his control, in need of a hug…

- We talked. - he continued - he wanted to come back and talk to you
- Was he… - You looked at Mike - Was he mad at me?
- No! - Mickey held your arms. - He wasn’t! Mike… Mike was never mad at you…
- Really? - you wanted to keep strong for him, but you felt a sting of tears behind your eyes.
- He was mad at himself. - Mickey explained - Mad at the venue, and you kinda got caught in the middle of it. Than he got mad at himself for fighting with you.
- No, he didn’t had to…
- But he was, and he wanted to get back at the hotel to see you. That’s when it happened…

You both held each other. For a moment, you thought… Hellen is gonna love Mickey. In her absence, he’s here being one of the best things he does in life: Being a big brother.

Without really noticing you both started swaying back and forth. Lulling each other into comfort. He kissed the top of your head.

- Eddy is pretty nervous downstairs, - he said - so she’s not gonna come here or else she’s gonna make you more nervous

You chuckled pressed against his chest.

- That’s ok! - you looked up at him - She already has you to take care. I’ll hold the fort from here.

Mickey smiled and kissed your forehead. You were so glad for having him here.

- I’ll make sure Greg don’t cancel the show - he said before leaving

And then you were alone. Just you and a not quite there Mike. You pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down holding his hand.

- I told you you had good people on your side…

You held his warm clammy hand in yours.

- Please, - you said lowly, hoping that on some realm of consciousness he could hear you - Just come back already… You made your point.

His face never changing, deep regular breathing.

- Ok… - you agreed like his complete lack of response was an answer - if you need more time, I’ll be here waiting…

You wished there was something you could do. Just waiting, its just too harsh.

Franca walked in. Her demeanor was… different. She opened the door, and before waking in, looked both sides of the corridor. She closed the door as soon as she was in the room. She had an apologetic smile.

- Hello! - you said as she checked the dripping of his saline - is everything ok?
- Si si! - she said slipping to italian for the first time in all your exchange - hmmm, can I make a question?

What was going on? Did they found something in the exam? Wasn’t everything ok just before?

- Yes… - you hesitated
- They put me as nurse here - she started explaining- because there are three american patients
- Okay… - you had no idea where this conversation was going
- So I went to check all of the charts, and see medication dosages. - she seemed embarrassed to continue - His name…

Oh no… you thought

- Michael Allan Patton

Oh my God… Was Mike’s middle name Allan?? You had no idea! But you nodded nonetheless

- Mike Patton? - Franca insisted

You nodded again. She recognized him.

- Ma pensa! - she said under her breath…
- It’s him - you rubbed his arms with a mix of pride and tenderness
- Sorry for asking. - she seemed really embarrassed of having been caught in this fan moment - My boyfriend and I are big fans!

You smiled politely, she continued

- We could not get tickets to yesterday concert
- Well, at least you got to see him…

Franca looked at you a bit horrified. But you both ended up laughing.

- Please… - you asked - Don’t tell anyone…
- No! - Franca was surprised you even asked - I would not do that! I’m sorry I asked.
- No no… - you wanted to ease her mind, she was being so nice - No problem, he is just very private

She mimicked zipping up her lips and tossing away the keys. She was about to leave the room when you stopped her

- Is there a reason he’s taking so long to awake?
- Well… - Franca looked at him- was he under stress?

You scoffed in a way that was already an answer to that question.

- Sometimes, - Franca explained - we need to stop. And if we don’t, our body makes us.
- So maybe his body is taking a break?
- Maybe…
- Thanks

Franca smiled and left.

- You have a fan… - you said caressing his face - she made a better job recognizing you than I did at first

You giggled, leaning over to rest your head in the pillow his head was placed

- So you are just resting, huh? - you rested your hand on his chest - That’s ok, take your time…

You lifted your head and looked at him, so peaceful… You leaned again and placed your lips on his. Careful to not press him anywhere he may be hurting. You pulled back carefully examining his face

- Such a shame… I was dying to tell everyone I woke you up like Sleeping Beauty- you giggled and said in a hushed tone - I might still tell this…

The though that Mike was actually resting away all of the stress and anxiety gave you confort. You couldn’t be sure, but if there were a small chance for that you rather believe it.

You pulled the chair closer to the side of the bed, sitting down you could lay your head on Mike’s leg. You laid looking up at him in a way you could see his face.

Perhaps Franca was spot on not only about Mike, but at yourself as well. After looking at Mike for a while, you felt your eyes weighting heavier every passing moment.

- I might drift off for a while - you said, hoping he would listen - wake me up if you need anything… Please…

It wasn’t long until you were off. Your head weighted on his thigh.

You dreamed of watching a movie. Nothing you recognized, but you were with Mike. At the couch of the living room back home. A bucket of popcorn between you two. For some reason, everytime one of you made an stupid remark about the movie, the other tossed a popcorn at who ever said it.

It was such a mundane setting, but deep down your heart ached. Because you’d rather that. You rather day to day with Mike. Travel, touring, that was good. And a big part of Mike’s life. But you wanted to be able to have Mike back and live this small bits of routine.

At some point in the dream you tossed Mike a popcorn and he was able to catch it with his mouth and you both cheered.

You woke up with a smile on your lips. Who knows exactly how long were you out. But you definitely slept heavily. You even changed your head’s position and was now facing Mike’s feet.

There was something on your head, though. Something weighting on you. Not mentally, but physically. Something was placed on your head.

You lifted yourself. And Mike’s hand plopped back in the bed. Mike’s hand. Mike’s… hand… Was on your head.

You looked at him, he looked like he was sleeping. Calm, rested. Just like he was before. You open you mouth a few times. Tempted, but without courage of testing this possibility. Finally the word was able to leave your lips

- Mike…?

For the longest seconds there was nothing. No reaction.

Until Mike took a deep breath.

His eyelids moved and he squinted his eyes before opening them.

- Hey, babe… - his hoarse voice - you up…
- I’m up!? - you said standing up - I’m up… are you kidding me - you muttered while fumbling the bed until you found the button to call the nurse
- You were asleep - he continued - I didn’t wanted to wake you up…
- Mike! - you held his face in your hands mere inches from him - I never wanted to punch someone so bad in my life…

Your lips pressed against his, hard. This time you weren’t too concerned on not hurting him.

- Please no punches - he said as soon as you let him - My head is killing me.
- What do you remember? - you asked
- I don’t know… - Mike tried to sit up and felt pain in his shoulder - why am I tied up?
- You dislocated your shoulder. You remember the truck?
- What?! - he said surprised - There was a truck?

Franca walked in right at this moment.

- Ciao! Look who’s up
- He doesn’t remember the truck. - you said frantically
- Did it ran over me? - Mike asked - because I feel like it
- Don’t worry - Franca said as she shone a light in his eyes happy with the pupils response- It’s normal for a patient with a concussion to miss some of the memories around the accident.
- Mickey! - Mike blurted - I remember Mickey! What happened to him?
- He’s fine - you placed a hand on his free arm - he got a bit hurt, but he was patched up and sent home.
- Oh that’s good… - Mike sighed relieved

Franca was around, checking his blood pressure and some reflex tests during conversation. Injecting in his access the latest dosage of painkillers

- This will help with the headache
- Mike - you said - That’s Franca - she snapped looking surprised at you - She helped a lot translating to me today
- Thank you so much for that..- Mike said looking directly at her
- And she’s a fan! - you completed
- I’m sorry I had to be such a problem- he said
- No no… Don’t worry
- Thanks for everything - you said

Her hardened nurse look completely disappeared. She excused herself and went to let Dr Mario know that Mike was awake.

You sat back in your chair. Still elated by Mike being up. You shot an all around message to let everyone know he was up:

“HE’S ALIVE! 🧟‍♂️

You helped Mike to sit up, lifting the bed.

- You know… - he said - I remembered another thing
- What ? - you said fluffing some pillows behind his back.
- I remembered… - He swallowed- I remembered I was a jerk to you today…

That words hanging in the air. You were ready to let go if he didn’t recalled what happened

- Mike… Let’s not discuss that…
- There’s nothing to discuss - he said with pained look beyond his physical discomfort - I was a jerk to you and there’s that.

He picked your hand in his free hand and pulled you closer to him.

- I was nervous, anxious - Mike continued, getting flustered - but that does not excuse how I left. How I talked to you…- He had such an intense stare in your eyes , you felt he was about to bore holes in your skull - You are being wonderful to me. During this whole tour… - he sighed - Damn, you are being wonderful since the day we met.
- Mike… I’m just so glad you are back and here…

- You… - he cleared his throat, trying in vain to hide how on the verge of tears he was - You are the best friend, the best partner… I could have asked for…

You smiled, and placed his hand in your face. Your eyes blurry with tears.

- You forgive me? - he asked, his eyes red, tears pooling from his eyes to his face.

You gave a sob that was stucked in your chest.

- Of course I do, you silly… - you stood up to hug him. Being careful to not put too much pressure in his shoulder.

Your face tucked in his neck. You both stood there for a while. Both pretending each didn’t knew how hard the other was crying. You took a deep breath

- Do you forgive me too?
- What for? - Mike asked

You lift up and look in his face

- I think I picked up a fight with Greg…

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- Are you comfortable? Do you need help?
- Babe, I’m fine! - Mike scoffed a bit - Stop looking at me like I’m gonna break!

You dismissed his remark with a wave of hand. He opened the door to the balcony of the room.

- I know the last time you suggested this, we weren’t really ok - you approached him and he wrapped his free arm around your shoulder. - But I do wanna enjoy more this view while we’re here.

You looked up at him smiling and he kissed you.

- Now, what is your plan again?
- Oh, ok! - you picked your phone from the back pocket - I’m gonna call Mickey

He picked up on the frist beep

- Hey! - Mickeys voice was apprehensive and excited- How is it going? Everything ok?
- Yeah, - you looked at Mike and made a sign for him to be quiet - Are you at the hotel?

***

Dr Mario went over several explanations in Italian. He made Mike stand up, twist his head side to side, pressed the back of Mike’s neck… During all this process, Franca was beside you giving explanations on what he was doing.

- He gonna need some physical therapy- She said - to make sure his movements are ok
- I got someone- Mike said
- You do? - you were confused
- One of the roadies used to be a sports physical therapist - he explained- saved my life a few times!
- Ok then… - you agreed

He continued with the pre discharge testing. Your eyes never leaving the doctors moves and Mike’s reactions to it. The doctor and Mike were chatting amicably between them.

You probably would make good use of physical therapy as well, after sleeping previous night in the chair beside Mike’s bed. Independent of his insistence in you sleeping in the couch, that was marginally more comfortable. You didn’t felt ok, not being able to open your eyes and immediately check if Mike was breathing.

The doctor made a remark that made Mike look at you and Franca. She lowered her head to hide her smile.

Dr Mario seemed satisfied and shook Mike’s free hand. He and Franca left to prepare the discharge papers.

- I’m free to go! - he said
- Woohoo! - you raised your arms in celebration - What was that? Why did you looked at me like that?

Mike approached you smiling and gave you a kiss.

- He said “your wife will be happy to take you home”

You blushed, yeah that little piece of information. He picked your chin up and made you look at him

- Take me home, babe - He kissed your smile - but before, help me get out of this freaking gown
- Oh no… - you sounded disappointed- you look so good in them!

***

- I am! What’s up? - Mickey’s demeanor changed to concern - Is everything ok?
- Kinda - you replied - they are not letting Mike go because of a document. Can you check that on the drawer beside the bed? Do you still have the card of the room I gave you?
- Yeah, yeah! - You could hear Mike was fumbling with something- But is everything ok?
- Yeah, - You hear over the corridor Mickey leaving his room - They are just being annoying with this!

You heard Mickey almost running in the direction of the door. The beep of the eletronic door knob and him nothing short of falling over inside the room

- What do you… - He said over the phone before seen Mike standing up in the middle of the room

He fumbled with the phone and almost let it fall to the ground

- What the… - Mickey gave an hesitant step in Mike’s direction- Are you a ghost?
- Fuck you, Mickey!

Mike gave one big step closing the distance between them and pulled Mickey in a one arm hug. Mickey stood there, his arms hanging on his sides.

- Not happy to see me? - Mike asked
- Goddammit, man… - Mickey said in an almost disappearing voice.

He lift his arms and held Mike tight. Bit too tight, you made a mention of telling him to be careful with the shoulder, but Mike stopped you with a wave of his head . It was no problem that it hurt.

- You’re back, man… - Mickey said holding Mike at arms lenght - You’re up!
- I am and… - Before Mike could finish his sentence, Mickey left through the door

You both could hear him in the corridor and banging on the doors.

- Dee! Babe! Come out- tearing down a different door - Lynn! Get out! Let’s go, let’s go!!

Mike looked at you confused

- Dee… Babe?? - you shrugged- How long was I out??
- Yeah… - you rubbed your hurt neck- You two need to talk.

Soon enough, the three of them were back at the door

Lucky, the girls were more delicate than Mickey. Sorta…

After hugging Mike, taking care with his shoulder, Lynn squished his face between her fingers and thumb

- Don’t you ever, scare us like this again
- I’ll try- Mike forcibly pouted under Lynn’s squish

Eddy approached him with the same care.

- I’m so glad you’re out of the hospital! - she spoke without pause - I’m so sorry I didn’t went to visit you, but I was feeling so nervous, I wouldn’t help at all and…
- Eddy? - Mike interrupted
- Yeah?
- It’s all cool! - she kept hugging him
- I’m so glad you’re back…
- I just have one thing to ask - he pulled her apart from him and pointed at Mickey - This guy?! Seriously??

The rest of the afternoon was filled with Mike been congratulated by having left the hospital. And you trying to get him to get some rest.

You both got into the agreement that he would at least not leave the hotel today. That did meant you both were up and down talking with everyone. The word inevitably got around and even the musicians from the orchestra that were not there, flocked to the hotel to see with their own eyes… The Man was back.

- He’s back! - Greg approached you when you took some distance from the commotion around Mike to get a coffee
- He’s getting there… - you corrected, and than shrugged- Who am I kidding? He is already back. I need to keep reminding him he’s recovering
- Yeah, - he laughed- I know the feeling…
- Greg… - You cleaned your throat- Sorry I lost my temper back at the hospital
- Hey… - he dismissed what you said with a wave of his hand - You were right. He just needed some time… And would be mad as hell to lose one of the shows

You both laughed.

- So, we’re good?
- Of course - he said, his expression at ease
- Good… - you thought for a moment - Because I think I need a favor…

***

By the afternoon you managed to get him back to the room for his physical therapy. He said he had a guy, you trusted him and that was it.

You helped him remove his imobilizer. Alone, Mike moved his shoulder a bit. His face was not so good

- Still hurt, doesn’t it? - you flinched feeling the pain along with him
- I’m glad I wasn’t awake for them putting it back in place.

You undid the buttons of his shirt and helped him out of those too. Because of the limited movement, buttoned shirts were the easiest for him to slip on and off. You softly ran your hands over his bruised shoulder to his chest. When Mike ran his hand up your thigh to your hip, you took a step back.

- I’m gonna give you some privacy… - you said taking away his shirt
- You saw me in a hospital gawn - he scoffed - There’s not much privacy between us now

You laughed, placing his shirt in the back of a chair where it would be easier for him to pick up after his session.

- Can you stay? - Mike asked with doey eyes - At least until he’s here…

You opened your mouth to answer, when there was a knock on the door. You rushed to answer.

On the other side, someone over a feet taller than you. Long haired and beard, that you didn’t saw since before you got in the airplane to Rome.

- Jack! - You exclaimed
- Hey, little one! - his sweet and calming voice contrasting once again with his appearance
- You’re the physical therapist!?
- Yeah, - he scratched his beard - That was in another life, but working on the road it comes in hand a lot of times.

You looked back at Mike.

- See you later… - you waved from afar
- You can stay if you want… - Jack offered
- I wanna give him privacy to cry

Jack’s laughter boomed in the room, as someone that knew pretty well that could happen.

- At least tell him to go easy on me… - Mike said

You tapped Jack’s shoulder, that was pretty much in your eye level

- Bend him like a pretzel, Jack!
- C’mon… - Mike protested as you closed the door.

Later Mike shared with you that in fact there were some tears in the session. Jack had wanted to take much slower, but Mike insisted that his goal was to not need the imobilizer for the next show.

You thought about trying to dissuade him from the bold goal… But you learned to pick your battles. And in the following day you had a big one.

On the next morning, Mike wanted to be on the venue first thing and rehearse with everyone.

You went along and had to admit… Was pretty cool to work with the soundtrack of the rehearsal happening in the background. It made you appreciate even more how all the work sounded at the end. Listening to the non ending tuning of parts of the songs, repetitions, musicians going from excited, to frustrated… to excited again when everything sounded right.

Mike was happy to be back. He spent the whole time sat in a chair. He sang facing the orchestra and tossed paper balls with his good arm when he wanted to call someone’s attention. He had an impressive good aim!

You made sure to stop by him every break, making sure he was ok and not in much pain He seemed fine, but every time you went near him, he seemed to take a little bit longer each time to let go of your hand. You also had to rememind him that at the end of the day, he had a dreaded appointment

Greg was up and down with maintenance and management making sure everything was in place. Every now and then you watched Mike approach him in intervals.

- You worry about making music, Mike - and some variations of that was always Greg’s response

Jack was awaiting for you two as soon as you got to the hotel.

- Ready to second round ? - with Jack’s stature and smile, that sounded more like a threat

You left them alone again, as Mike imagined you would. Wondering back on how the day went, you realized that even with you trying to make sure Mike wasn’t pushing too much on his recovery, he was working like hell!

Much like a dog out of the leash after a long time tied up. He made sure to exhaust himself. And after dinner, he was out like a light.

During the first day of rehearsal you lightly reminded Greg of what you asked him. He nodded, seemingly not giving you much attention.

But on the second day he delivered. He gave you an envelop, like someone passing you something illegal.

- Not sure who you’re giving those to, but I hope they earned it! - he poked a little fun at you
- Don’t worry - You smiled - They sure did!

You excused yourself in the afternoon. But not before making sure that Greg was taking your shift of keeping an eye on Mike.

You took a cab, on your way, you felt unease. Not that you had reasons for that. But the last time you made this trajectory left a mark on you. Your hand gripping the bag you carried, probably crumpling a bit the envelope inside it.

When your feet hit the ground outside the emergency, your head was light. You felt like there was not enough air around for you to breath. Took you two or three deep breaths before you could walk through the door.

A different nurse was in the front desk. Which was great, you all didn’t caused a good impression on the last one.

- Mi scusi, infermiera Franca - you tried to be succinct and enunciate the words properly.
- Franca! - the nurse called from a different room close by.

She walked out looking worried, her forehead frowning harder when she saw you.

- Again?! - she was surprised
- No! - you waved your hands - He’s fine. Taking his pain killers, doing physical therapy. Doing great!
- Good… - she wasn’t really all convinced- And you? You ok?
- I am! - you smiled - Thanks for asking… I came here to give you something

You picked in your bag the envelope Greg gave you.

- There’s no need to… - Franca took and opened the - Ma dai…

She looked at you, eyes wide.

- Non ci credo…
- You said that you missed the last one - you explained- So I thought you and your boyfriend would like to catch the next
- You know… - Franca said slowly, holding the tickets for the show of next week - I cannot hug you know, because - she gestured broadly around, she was at work and wouldn’t be very nice - but I will in the next week, ok?
- Ok - you said laughing- I’ll see you there.

Mike sent a message saying they were done with the rehearsal and you should go directly to the hotel.

You arrived in the middle of his session with Jack. You hesitated at the door, unsure of what to do. This time, you decided to face your fears. This time you chose to walk in.

- Hey, you! - Jack saluted - Gonna join us today?

Your eyes met Mike’s. He was shirtless in a chair, pushing through lifting 2lbs with his arm extended. You sat at the bed, the closest you could from him, and took his other hand in yours. His palm was damp and on every repetition of the exercise, when his arm passed some height, he grabbed your hands tighter

- Two more, Mike - Jack encouraged him - Show the lady how strong you are

Mike laughed losing the strength in his arm.

- Jack, Im having difficulties with two pound’s…

You all laughed. Mike took a few deep breaths, until his mind was back on his work. He was as focused as you grew used to see him before shows. He lifted once. His face showed no pain, but you could felt it through how he crushed your fingers between his. He lifted a second time.

- Hold it there… - Jack said and Mike held the arm up - one… two…
- Fuck… - Mike said through gritted teeth
- Five… - Jack said - slow back down

Mike let the arm down in one go and dropped the improvised weight.

- That works too.. - Jack said

There was a towel on the back of the chair and you pulled to dry the sweat of his shoulder. As soon as you touched him with the towel he reached his hand and placed in top of yours.

Jack prepared to tell him to be careful with sudden moves, since Mike reached for your hand with the affected arm. But he saw you both looking at each other. With a suppressed smile he decided to let this one pass.

You felt Mike’s stare bore a hole into your skull. His hand, even with the arm hurting, held a grip on yours.

- Well… - Jack cleared his throat, suddenly feeling like a third wheel- I guess we are good for today!

- Already? - you finally broke eye contact and lift from the bed.
- He worked a lot today - Jack shook Mike’s hand - Now get some rest.

Jack left you two alone. Mike stood up and walked on your direction. He lift his hand to your face and pulled you closer. His lips softly pressing against yours. You both felt immediately how long have been since you both actually kissed.
You lift your palms and rest them on Mike’s chest. When his kiss intensified and he tried to breach with his tongue past your lips, you pressed your hands lightly on his chest. He understood your gesture and pulled back.
- Why… - you fought with the words - why don’t you go get a shower, and we have dinner?
- Is that what you want? - Mike pulled your face up, making you look to his face
His pupils were blown wide, eyes almost completely black. You turned your face. One more second looking at him like that and you felt you would be sucked into his own being.
- Yeah… - your voice failed and you cleared your throat - I’m starving!

Mike smiled faintly. His fingers slipping from your chin to your neck, where he pressed slightly before letting go of you.

As he closed the door, you took a deep breath. Closing tight the hands that were just not long ago feeling Mike’s heart pounding through his chest.

***

The dinner went fine. As fine as it could for Mike, with you keeping him at arms length. Back into the room, you laid with your belly down, facing away from him.
He propped him self up with pillows leaning and wishing to sleep. The moon and its reflection on the sea illuminated the room through the open balcony door. The weather was much too nice to close the doors.

- Do you… - Mike said without properly knowing how to continue.

You, who weren’t sleeping either, turned to him still laying down.

- Yes…? - you answered
- Are you still mad at me? - Mike asked without looking at you
- Mad? - you sat up. Crossed legs facing him - I wasn’t mad at you before, how can I still be mad at you?

Mike finally looked at you. He had a soft smile.

- Then why are you pulling away from me?

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- Oh that… - you fixated your eyes in how your hands twisted in your lap. - You noticed…
- Yeah! - Mike said exhasperated- Was I not supposed to notice that you’re not letting me touch you? Or that you’re avoiding to be alone with me?

You breathed out loudly…

- Fine… - you agreed against your will- But… It’s not you, it’s me
- Oh… ok - Mike said taken aback - People have broken up with me like that before
- I’m not breaking up with you… - You scoffed- you idiot!

You picked a pillow and hit his legs. He laughed, even in the low light you could see the smile didn’t reached his eyes.

- I am… - you chose the words carefully- I am aftaid of hurting you

Mike reached his hands over yours, his voice soft in the dark.

- I have been broken up like that too…
- Mike, I’m serious
- Me too!!

You took a deep breath. Still a hint of laughter in your voice but trying your best to explain.

- I don’t want to physically hurt you…

Mike dropped his shoulders down. He had been tense up until this point without realizing. He squeezed your hand in his.

- No matter how hard you try… - he said serious - you will not hurt me as hard as Jack!

You laughed again.

- And - Mike continued - Even if you do, you will not have half as much fun as he does

You two burst out laughing again.

- I mean it! - he reinforced- Guy is a sadist!
- It’s just… - you two felt the tension of the conversation dissipating, you scoot over the bed inching closer to him - I saw you at that bed. You were so, vulnerable… So different of how you are. And I could do nothing…
- You did enough… - Mike reached his hand to your face, you leaned into it - I heard you speak…
- You did? - that information surprised you
- Yes… Just a bit, a few hazy words… I felt you kiss me. - you reached your hand over his chest and he took a slow deep breath, holding your hand in place- and I felt safe.
- That’s good to hear…
- Just don’t pull yourself away from me… - Mike said in a low husky voice- I missed you…
- I missed you too…
- Come closer…

You inched closer still sat on the bed, until your legs were touching his side

- Like this? - you said playfully
- Just a bit more… - He tugged your arm pulling you over him by your wrist

With much more care than you did countless times before, you straddled your legs over Mike’s hips.

- Help me get this out - Mike started losing the imobilizer

You finished removing it and let it fall beside the bed. Mike stretched his arm slowly, his face contorted a bit feeling the muscles tense. You reached for his arm, caressing softly his bruised skin.

- Come here - he reached for your waist

You bent your body, laying on his chest. Your face softly burried on the crook of his neck. Mike caressed your back and pulled you tight against him.

- I missed touching you so much…

Mike ran his hands over your back, your hand crossed his chest up and rest on his neck when you lifted your head.

- I missed that too… - you lowered your face, lips searching for his.

You moved your lips softly over his, the tip of your tongue teased going through his lips. Mike lifted his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you closer, intensifying your kiss.

- You know, - he said through a smile - It’s only my shoulder that is hurting…
- Yeah… - you moved your hips forward, pressing down against his hardening dick - I can feel that

Mike took a deep breath, lefting his head fall back on the pillows he was propped against. You took this opportunity to kiss his exposed neck. Running your tongue from his colarbone to his jaw.

Your hand on the opposite side, holding his neck leaned exposed to you. You sank your teeth sucking his skin, as you moved your hips pressing harder against him. He wanted to feel you, you were ready to give him that.

Mike sucked the air through his teeth, pushing you down against him at the same time he pushed his hip up.

He couldn’t help to feel he was putting more strain in his shoulder than he should. But you would have to be crazy to think he’d ask you to stop. His fingers curled in your hair, keeping you in place.

- Harder… - he sighed

Through your smile you pressed down your teeth on his skin. He’d sure have a new bruise in the morning. You felt his hand fumbling to try lower his boxers and helped. Your fingers wrapped around him. As soon as he felt your hand on him a whimper escaped him involuntarily. Your name on his lips over and over like a chant. You tugged on him as slowly as you could , building up on his pleasure.

- Please - he pleaded - I wanna feel you - his breathing heavy, his finger digging in your hips
- Aren’t you feeling me already? - you asked with a smile knowing exactly what he meant.
- Babe… - his hips thrusting up his eyes not even focusing anymore of so much desire

You lift your hips hovering over him. Your fist still pumping in a maddening low pace.

- Tell me exactly what you want, Mike - you said towering over him
- I want- he tried to pull you down to his lap, but his arm strength failed him - Put me inside of you, babe… - he licked his lips - I need it so bad…
- There… - you lowered yourself down on him, his moaning getting more desperate the further he could feel himself burried inside of you. You reached forward and ran your fingers through his hair - such a good boy …
- I’ll be so good for you, babe… - the words barely left Mike’s lips mixed with his moans
- I know you will - you kept grinding on him, keeping a similar low steady pace you did with your hand. Your fingers still tangled in his hair, now gripping him from behind his head - and I’ll take good care of you…

Even though he tried to hide, his hand was shaking on the arm he had to keep imobilized. Without stopping the movement of tour hips, you picked his hand from your hip and placed on his chest. Holding his hand in place so he could rest the strain on his shoulder. He smiled when he realized what you were doing, using your hands to act like an imobilizer, without pausing how you rode him.

He pulled your hand from his hair and held it against his chest.

- Touch me, babe… - his words a bit more than a whisper through gritted teeth- I need… fuck…

If one was to believe in love languages, Mike was definitely into physical touch. Just a few days in which you were aprehensive to hurt him, and Mike became a touch starved mess during sex. Begging for your hands to roam his chest, for your hips to drag along his for feeling the warmth inside of your body.

- Come here… - Mike lifted his torso, pulling you against him.
- Mike… - in a reflex, you tossed your arms over his shoulders.- Im gonna hurt you…
He ran his hand up until your hair and tugged, twisting his fingers close to the roots.

- Hurt me, babe - his voice filled with lust - I don’t care… just touch me anywhere you want

His hips pushin up and inside you, your rhythm increasing to follow his pace. There was no way you weren’t hurting him, there was no way he wasn’t enjoying every bit of it. Your hands dragged desperately over his chest, his neck.

You kiss him eagerly. Letting yourself realize how much you actually missed this. How much you missed him… How much you overlooked that seen him in a hospital bed affected you.

- Mike! - you cried out in your climax, your eyes squinting and tears running down on your face
- Babe… - Mike kept pushing against you, his hands pulling your face closer , sloppily kissing the trail of tears of your face

Mike reached his own release with his face burried on your neck, blabbering something unintelligible. He fell back to the pillows dragging you along.

- Are you ok? - He asked still holding your face.
- Yes… - you nodded - It was just… Intense…

He smiled, and pulled you into a kiss.

- It really was… - he looked into your eyes - can you help me put the imobilizer back? Please?

You managed to get it back from the floor , holding yourself on him without lifting up.

- I hope we didn’t undid any progress Jack did over there - you worried while putting it back on his shoulder.
- Nah… - Mike snickered - I’ll tell him you helped me exercise

You slapped his other arm while he laughed. Nestled on his chest, you felt his chest rise up in a deep breath.

- Can I stay a bit more here? - you asked cozying up on him
- Please do… - He said kissing the top of your head, closing his eyes and getting ready to sleep just in that position

***

It was like finally being able to breath again.

You and Mike had finally gotten back at the way you were before the accident. Excited for the next shows, and trips.

Mike felt lighter, confident. Like the problems before with the venue never even existed. In fact, it seemed to you like he had sure of himself like never before.

You participated in all the physical therapy sessions with him. Pushing and encouraging him to go beyond. The fact that taunting him along side Jack was incredibly funny, was just a bonus. And you did got dragged by them every now and then…

Mike was against a wall of the bedroom and Jack pulled his arm slowly and steady back to improve the amplitude of his movements. You were back at the bed, sitting holding your breath because you knew that should be hurting.

- I’m lowering your arm back in three… - he took a deep breath, that Mike knew he had to follow along - two… - another deep breath. Mike was awaiting for the last one, when Jack pointed at his neck - Are those fucking teeth marks?

Jack snapped his head at you, that felt like your entire bloodflow was in your face. Mike lost his position at the wall laughing

- Damn… - he jokingly waved his head in disapporval - you guys are savages!

You even felt more confident that Mike wouldn't push himself too hard at the rehearsals. So you didn’t went to the last ones before the show. You wanted to preserve some of the novelty to the day of the actual show.

Enganging in a bit of touristic sightseeing and visitings the amazing places along the Amalfi Coast. You didn’t remember when was the last time you were this happy. All pieces seemed to be moving together, falling back into place. Every deep breath you took on the sea side air, seemed to fill your lungs like you could never before. You could not ask for anything else…

You could not also count with the hability of Mike to think three steps ahead…

The last rehearsal started really early, as requested by Mike. He wanted to finish everything by around noon. And called everyone who could be present for a get together at the rooftop before you leave this hotel.

It started during the sunset and the rooftop was beautiful. A lot of wine and beer rolling. You learned your lesson better, you wouldn’t be going glass to glass with anyone here and would be drinking lots of water between glasses of alcohol.

Everyone was having a great time. You could not help but smile, watching Mickey and Eddy walking around all lovey dovey now that they weren’t hiding anymore. You walked around a bit side by side with Mike. Watching him talking about the next shows, about his recovery. Always pulling you closer by your waist.

A few people were siting on tables, others standing talking. Everyone had a chance choosing the songs that were played. All around an amazing evening.

At some point you and Mike went on different directions. You came to know a lot of the musicians and roadies , enought to not feel left out while alone.

You found yourself separated from everyone, just taking some time to yourself. With a glass of wine, leanded over the rail looking over the sea. You thought of the time you did this before listening to Mike sing for the first time. And here you were, in the middle of an international tour. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

While you were lost in this thought, an arm came over your shoulder and pulled you closer. A slimmer arm than you expected

- So, is that boyfriend of tour treating you nicely? - Mickey said pulling you closer while sipping some whiskey
- He is - you imprinted the most dreamy tone you could in your voice - what about you? Huh?
- Me?
- Yeah! I see you guys are official now…
- We are, we are… - he blushed - we officially checked her out of her room and now she’s with me
- Awwww… You both seem happy.
- Back at ya…
- I am… We are- You stopped - I mean, He seems happy doesn’t he?

Mickey looked back to see Mike having a laugh with another group of people.

- Don’t you ever doubt that… - he said

People started dwindling back to their rooms, you and Mike found each other again. Sitting at a table close to the rail under a string of fairy lights.

You were both laughing at something when the last guess left.

- Are you ok? - you asked, he looked happier than ever
- I feel- he picked your hands and kissed the tip of tour fingers - amazing

You smiled. Both just looked at each other. No words needed to be exchanged.

- I have something for you. - you said approaching him over the table
- You do? - he approached as well
- Show me your hand

Mike extended his hand, palm up to you. You reached your purse and picked something up placing on his hand, a bit bigger than his hand, a small metal replica of a red vespa. Completed with a helmet hanging on the bar.

- Since there’s no way in hell I’m letting you ride another vespa in this trip - you explained - I thought about giving you this one so you don’t miss out on the experience

Mike completely lost it laughing.

- That’s so fucking cute! - he pushed the vespa a few times around the table like a toy car - Thanks babe

He pulled you closer to kiss you. When you went to pull away, he pulled you closer, kissing you harder. Back at his seat… He had something in his eyes… You could not tell what

- I have something for you too… - he said with a shy smile
- Really? - you were surprised - wow! We just decided to exchange gifts at the same time.
- Apparently… - He nodded - Well, my gift is a bit more practical.
- Oh… - you said, already in your mind trying to guess
- Yeah - Mike had a smile in him you could not guess if he was about to pull a prank on you where if you was really nervous for the first time you ever witnessed
- What is it? - you could not contain yourself
- Well - he approached over the table mirroring your gesture before - it’s something to help keep younger musicians away…
- Is it a taser? - you asked surprised
- No, but I’ll take note on that! - he said smiling- It’s also something so you don’t have to keep lying to doctors
- Lying…

Your face dropped. You had absolutely no idea what he meant. A complete void of guesses came to your help

- Show me your hand

You extended you hand palm up, just like he did a few moments before. Mike’s hand appeared from under the table and like a magician, he slipped something on your ring finger.

You looked at your hand, still palm up. With a golden band adorning the ring finger.

- Mike… - You said turning your palm down - It was a simple, golden ring. A carved line of silver in the middle- What is it?
- A ring. - Mike took a sip of his wine and looked at the sea - seemed like a beautiful night to give it to you.
- Mike… - it felt like you had to make yourself be heard from across a field with the strenght it took to the words to come out. - What does that mean?
- It means you don’t have to lie if I’m at the hospital anymore - his crooked smile… he was having the time of his life with the confusion on your face
- That’s insanity… - you said
- And how’s that different from everything so far?

You didn’t have an answer. How was that different from everything so far? It wasn’t.

- Did you thought this through? - you asked finally taking your eyes of your hand and looking at him.
- I did… - he smiled again - Your siblings liked the idea
- My… what? - you shook your head
- Well, Mickey cried.
- Oh God… - your took your hand to your face
- And Hellen…
- You called Hellen? - you were more and more surprised by how much he took into consideration
- Of course not… - Mike smiled even wider - I invited her for coffee before we flew here
- You what?? - it felt like he pulled the floor from under you
- Her reply was amazing, I quote - he gave actual air quotes - “you two are crazy, might as well work!”

You stood there, looking at Mike. That why he was so calm? He was so sure? He made up his mind on when to jump at you with this question.

- What if I have said no? - you said
- Well… - He shrugged his shoulder - you give me the ring back… I ask again in a few months…
- Unbelievable… -
- Are you saying no? - he pulled you closer to kiss you
- I don’t know what to say… - you closed your eyes while he kissed your neck
- Just keep it on you… And I know your answer…
- Mike…
- Look, - he showed you his hand - I even have one to match!
- When did you put that? - you picked his hand to look that he was wearing one that matched exactly with the desing in yours
- Just now

He thought you had too much excitement for the evening and brought you back to the room. You stopped in the middle of the room, head still light, not knowing what to think.

Mike lowered the lights, and pulled you closer. His free hand reached to your face and he softly kissed you. You reciprocated lifting the hand to the back of his neck. The idea of the ring on your finger burning a hole into your awareness.

- Are you keeping the ring with you? - Mike asked in a low raspy voice, while kissed his way from your chin to your neck

You took a deep breath, you were sure of your reply, but needed some courage

- Yes…
- Good girl… - you felt his lips curling into a smile close to your ear

***

Every new show, a different controlled confusion. Mike was already in his space, focused on the show to come. You and Jack were able to convince him to keep the imobilizer up until the moment he was to walk on stage.

The orchestra was in place. And the lights were out. Your focus was on the stage, at the place Mike would walk in, until someone tapped your shoulder.

- Hey Greg! - you said
- I have to give you something- he presented you with your own backstage radio. - we stay in the frequency 3, you can listen to all the crazyness and help
- Wow! - you were surprised! - That means I’m officially on the team?
- Yep! - Greg helped you putting the radio. - you are officially on the “Help keeping Mike alive” duty
- I thought that was your job… - you said smiling
- Yeah… - Greg smiled back - That is not a one person job!

You both laughed

- Wellcome aboard- Greg said holding your hands… His face suddenly changed

He looked at your hand carrying the ring

- I assume congratulations are in order…
- Thanks… - you said shyly

He gave you a hug and left you back to focus on the start of the show.

Mike walked in, he had his arm free and that gave you a light feeling in your stomach.

The crowd went insane. He once again asked for less noise with his hand. He lifted his arm, and with a swift move the whole orchestra went on in a cacophony of sounds while Mike sustained a note for longer you could keep up. His previously imobilized arm now completely extended to the side. You slapped your forehead, and was sure that Jack did the same.

Somewhere in the audience, Franca probably did the same also.

***

The show was a success. Mike felt his shoulder hurt at the end, but was able to continue without much hassle. He just asked to be put back in the imobilizer as soon as the show ended. And agreed to leave soon, no interviews, no socializing. He just wanted to rest.

Back at the hotel, you sat on his lap on the balcony. He was wearing boxers, you were wearing the shirt he had put on just a few moments before. You both looked at the view from the hotel at the night for one last time.

He held your hand, and looked at it. Kissing your finger withe the ring.

- So, - he said - You are really not giving it back right?
- Right - you nodded
- Ok… - you both smiled in the dark - Can you believe it? - he asked
- No! - you said smiling and holding his face on your hands - I cannot!
- I’m really glad you said yes…
- Mike… - you looked in his eyes- How could I not?

Your lips searched his in the dark, one last time before sleep, before leaving this hotel… Before being back on the road.

Epilogue

May, 2024

- Have you seen Tabitha?
- No, I… - Trevor said - Wait, did you lost her?
- No! - you made a dismissive gesture - I left her with Mike
- Couldn’t you find a responsible adult?
- In this place?! - you broadly gestured around
- Yeah, you’re out of luck there… - Trevor said smiling and getting back to tunning his bass - have you checked in the chair? Mike was supposed to be there now.
- Thank you! - You grabbed his arms - I knew you were the responsible one!

The backstage of concerts, doesn’t matter the size, doesn’t matter the place, were always crazy! You wish you could say you are used to it by now, but the truth is you never will.

“Please be there, please, please…” you say to yourself as you walk towards the improvised hair station behind the stage. A lot of people walking around with purpose, but you were the only with panic in your eyes. You reached the door and pushed

- Oh thank God! - you sighed
- Aunty! - the little one was sitting on Mike’s knees.

While one person braided his hair, another one was braiding hers, with less crazy and less tight braids.

- We wanted to make a surprise, didn’t we? - Mike shook his knees making the 4 year old giggle
- Do the parents know you are making this surprise?
- Excuse me? I’m her Godfather!
- I know! - a voice came from the bathroom right after the flushing noise and the door opening
- You were not like that when I saw you this morning! - you said surprise
- Daddy is pink!!! - Tabitha clapped

Mickey had discolored his buzzcut and dyed a bright pink stripe in the middle.

- Look at you, Princess!! - he picked Tabitha from Mike’s lap as soon as her braids were done. - How do you look?
- Super Wock! - she said scrunching her nose and doing the horns with her little hands.
- Super Rock! - Mike and Mickey mimicked her

There was something special about kids raised around musicians.

You approached Mike and gave him a kiss. His braids were still being worked on.

- Aren’t they too tight? - You asked - You will get bald like this!
- Will you still love me if I’m bald? - Mike asked holding your hands in his
- Oh, babe… - you said with dreamy eyes - Of course not!

He slapped your butt. And you walked away.

- Mommy, look, look! I got baids! - Tabitha stretched her arms to Eddy as soon as she walked in.
- Baby, you look so cute!!! - she covered her daughter’s face with kisses.
- Oh, I forgot! - You said picking your phone and showing it to Mike, Eddy and Mickey - She sent not long ago

A picture of Lynn and her wife, enjoying an aperitivo with Aperol Spritz in Rome. Finally having the vacation they deserved. “Have a great show, guys!”

Everyone left and when Mike finished his braids, everything was set to go. The air was electric. You could not get enough of the vibe pre Mr Bungle’s shows. It was chaotic!

Everyone of the band walked into the stage under screams and applause. Mike was the last one to go. He just needed one more thing.

You removed the pink kid’s ear muffs that were attached to your belt hoops and placed them in Tabitha’s head.

- Are you ready sweetheart? - Mike asked

She nodded and Mike picked her from Eddy’s arms. Mike gave you a good luck kiss and went to the stage.

Under a shower of applauses, Mike and Tabitha walked in the stage. Word had gone around that Mike had sang the first song with a kid in his arms in the last Mr Bungle’s show. And everyone was wondering if would happen again.

Little did they knew, it would happen twice more in the next shows of this tour where Mickey was playing too.

With a movement of his hand Mike asked for a bit of silence. Not that Tabitha cared for the noise… She was born for the stage life!

As soon as a the crowd reduced some of the noise… Mike looked at the girl in his arms:

- Are you ready? - She nodded smiling

And singing along with her Godfather, they went

“It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine? Could you be mine?”