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Thursday, 22:10
The closing hours were depressing. All the lights were off and leaving the store dark and silent; the only source of light coming from the computer behind the counter. Steve had got the worst schedule this week, thanks to Robin and her new girlfriend. He sighed as he pushed the last tape to rewind so he could finally put the case back in its place and finally, finally go home. This week has been hell. Too many clients, too many tapes, some hot girls but not nearly enough to relieve all the stress. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow outside the glass doors.
“We’re closed,” he said, eyes back on the tape, case, check number, put in the system. The bell announced that whoever it was, completely ignored what he said and had entered the store. Steve sighed a little. It was just too late into the night for that. When he turned though, ready to drag that clueless customer out-- a surprise. He knew that face. “Wheeler? Hey,”
“Hey,” Mike echoed, looking around. “You alone?”
“Yeah, I’m literally closing tho. Can that urge to see star trek wait until tomorrow?”
“I uh, needed to talk to you, actually.”
“Oh,” Steve didn’t mask his surprise. He pushed the power button to turn off the computer. “Is something wrong?” Because that was the reason those kids came to him, wasn’t he such a problem solver?
“Nothing’s wrong. I just needed to ask…” Mike’s voice vanished and the computer shut down, extinguishing the only light remaining around them. Even in the dark, Mike seemed to grow more nervous.
“Officially closed now,” Steve grabbed his keys. “Wanna talk about this in the car? I can drive you home.”
“No.” The answer came fast and sure. “I rather… Here’s fine.”
Steve raised his eyebrows. Now that caught his undivided attention. What matter needed an empty dark store to be discussed? The only lights now came from the lamp posts outside, a weak glow on them thanks to the dusty glass doors. He should clean those doors.
“So….?”
“Did you ever think about…? Like, did you ever look at someone and…” The tiredness in his bones and Mike’s hesitant speech were getting on his nerves.
“Spill it. I don’t have all night.”
“I’ve been thinking about some things. And you have experience in those things and I thought maybe…”
“Ooooh, I see where you’re getting at. Finally got on third base? Need some tips?”
“Not quite, I was actually gonna ask for a favor…?”
“A favor?” Steve was decidedly confused.
“Don’t laugh, okay?” Mike got close and behind the counter, twisting his fingers.
“I promise.”
“Can I… Can I suck you off?”
An awkward pause. It took Steve literally a couple of seconds to fully grasp--
“This a prank right? Did Robin set you up to this? You tell her this is not funny, and that I’ll--...
“Not a prank,” Mike’s voice became strained.
“Then what the fuck?”
“I just--” Mike was the epitome of nervousness now, hands on his hair, messing up the dark curls. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately and how it would feel like and why does Will seem so into it and--”
“Exactly. Will. Your literal best friend is gay as fuck, totally in love with you, so you should probably be having this conversation with him.”
“This is not about Will,” And Steve was sure if it wasn't so dark he would see the blush on Mike’s cheeks. “As you said, Will is in love with me and I’m just experimenting. He’s gonna think this is something special and get all emotional and I don’t want that. Or to hurt him. And he’s kinda far away, don’t you think?” Fucking California. Where also resided…
“Your girlfriend El? What about her?”
“She’s not really, uh, my girlfriend anymore.”
“What, since when?”
“Can we focus? Are you gonna let me,” Mike put his tongue out, moving his hands suggestively, “or not?”
“You can’t be serious.” Mike just looked at him. Dead serious. “With me? You sure?”
“I want,” the hands were on his hair again. “I want someone I can trust. Someone that won’t judge me if I want to stop, or if I gag, someone with no feelings involved. We can pretend it never happened. And I thought you wouldn’t mind, you know, just one more bj to add to your neverending list. You can pretend I’m someone else, anyone, even…”
my sister.
Steve knew without the words being said. He couldn’t deny the idea agitated something inside of him, a thrill of excitement. But it was Mike. Just a kid, one he was supposed to protect.
“I don’t know, Mike,”
“I told you, just picture whoever you’d like,” Mike took a few steps in his direction and his nervousness got to Steve. Because he was close to agreeing and he didn’t know why. Mike’s gaze dropped below his waist and Steve just hated how turned on he suddenly was. Something pulsed inside him, almost responding Mike’s look Fuck.
Mike closed the remaining distance. It was still impossible to read him, part due to the little light and part because the anticipation masked anything else he might be feeling. And Steve was just letting him. Letting the boy get closer, letting Mike’s hands find their way, even though hesitantly, to the front of his jeans.
The sound of the zipper going down sounded so loud in the silence. Steve swallowed hard, this was just so wrong and he was trying so hard to pretend he wasn’t liking it. His dick wasn’t pretending though, he was half hard already. It’d been just so long since--... Mike dropped to his knees.
Taking a breath, Steve pushed his back against the counter behind him, bringing his elbows up to rest there, too. Terrible pose, he supposed, but it wasn’t as if he was so anxious that he didn’t know what to do with his own hands and arms. Not. At. All.
He tried not to look down. He didn’t want to make Mike more nervous, or himself, so he kept staring ahead, even when he felt his pants down his thighs, even when Mike’s hands pushed his boxers out of the way. All this touching had gotten him fully hard now and sensible to every little movement, breath, touch.
Mike’s fingers brushed against his skin, warm but shy, and Steve felt his dick twitch in response. His body shouldn’t be responding that easily. Mike then wrapped his fingers around him, a little more confident and Steve let out a sigh. A light tug and Mike ran his thumb over the tip making Steve shudder.
And that was all the warning he got before Mike’s mouth was on him. No hint of his previous hesitation, Mike just dove in and Steve's stomach dropped. A low whine escaped his lips, and he closed his hands in fists, fighting to keep his composure. Mike bobbed his head going down a little more every time until the head nudged against the back of his throat. If the gag reflex came, Steve didn’t notice. Mike pulled his mouth away and took one of Steve’s wrists, guiding his hand to his hair, and it was so easy to dive his fingers in those soft curls. Steve contained an impulse to pull.
“Show me how you like,” Mike’s voice was different, hoarse, and it got Steve harder.
Mike took him in his mouth again, so hot, so wet, and Steve squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep still. His hand instinctively set a pace as Mike’s head moved up and down, and suddenly he was breathless. Every part of him wanted to push hard into Mike’s mouth and hold his head down over his dick, but he had to go easy on him. Trying not to lose control he ran his fingers down the back of Mike’s head until he rested his hand on the back of the boy’s neck, lightly.
“A little less teeth,” wasn’t more than a whisper, but Mike heard and immediately complied.
Where Mike lacked technique, he compensated with enthusiasm, easily guided and mindful of every touch and noise Steve made, so eager to please. Steve clenched his throat as it got harder to hold in his moans. The wet noises were louder now, Mike was breathless too, and it was too good. Almost as if he sensed how close Steve was, Mike moved faster, pushing closer and closer to the edge.
He felt it coming. That familiar sensation, an electric pulse on the base of his spine spreading warmth through his body, his balls tightening.
“Mike,” he warned, “Mike, I’m gonna come,”
Mike sucked him a couple more times and then pulled away slightly, just enough to let the head rest in his tongue as he kept stroking him hard and fast with his hand. That sight; Mike on his knees, open mouth, tongue out, lips swollen, and big eyes on him like he was begging, made Steve come on the spot. His vision blurred, as he fought to breathe, the waves of pleasure ripping through him.
In the seconds he was blissed out, Mike was moving, and by the time he was able to focus again the boy was standing up in front of him, tucking him back on his pants, face clean already and determined.
“We’re not gonna talk about this,” He licked his red lips, and Steve’s eyes followed his tongue. “Ever.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, heart still beating fast, “Sure.”
Mike walked away without looking back. Steve watched him push the glass door and the bell rang once more. He climbed on his bike and was gone in a second, disappearing into the night.