#16

Summary:

When Gavin and Michael are both teenagers, Michael sneaks into Gavin's house while he's studying and Michael decides to 'help' him study by playing a little game.

(Heads up, this does have smut in it. Take this as your warning.)

"The ten bodily systems are... Respiratory, Circulatory, Digestive, Immune, Nervous... Um... Exocrine, Endocrine... Um... Skeletal, Urinary. That's it... No... Wait that's only nine. What's the last one," I muttered to myself. I fought the urge to peek at my notes as I struggled to remember the last bodily function.
"I believe the one you're missing is the reproductive system. And quite honestly the best one if you ask me," I heard an achingly familiar voice.
I flicked my eyes over to my window and rolled my eyes as I saw Michael precariously perched on it, eyeing me with interest.
"Mi-cool, I'm not in the mood. Okay... I'm stressing out over this stupid mid term that I'm probably not even gonna pass," I growled at him, flipping through my notes to find a new topic to brush up on.
"Isn't the mid term not until next week?" Michael asked me.
"Yes. I'm already so far behind in my studies," I told him. I heard Michael let out a snort.
"Far behind? You're way ahead, Gav. Just do what everyone does. Wait until the night before, procrastinate some more, and then just cheat off Ray. He won't mind," Michael told me.
"Mi-cool, nobody does that but you," I said, finally looking up at him.
Michael shrugged and jumped from the window, walking towards me. I rolled my eyes, knowing he wasn't gonna leave me alone until he got what he wanted.
"Come on, Gav. It'll loosen you up. Probably help you focus a bit more while you're studying," Michael said, pulling me up and wrapping his arms around me.
"My parents are downstairs," I said, pressing my head into his chest and listening to his heartbeat.
"That'll make it all the more fun. You'll have to hold back your moans while I pound into your-" Michael started.
"Don't even finish that sentence," I growled, pulling away and sitting back down on my bed.
"Oh come on, Gavin. You know you want it," Michael whispered seductively.
"You know what I want? I want you to leave me alone so I can study," I told him, looking at a paper that had a bunch of equations I had to know.
"But, I don't want to go home," Michael said.
I looked up when I heard the waver in his voice. I saw Michael looking down and picking at his nails again, a nervous habit he had picked up over the years.
"Okay... You can stay. Um... I suppose you can help me if you want," I told him. I saw Michael smile slightly and nod, sitting opposite of me on the bed. I handed him the paper I was holding and told him what to do.
"How about we make this interesting. If you get a question wrong, you have to take off an article of clothing," Michael said, wiggling an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes and knew this was one of his scams to get me unclothed in front of him.
"And what if I get them right?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow at him. Michael smirked and shrugged.
"Then I'll take something off. But judging from how well you did with that bodily systems question, I don't think I'll be taking much off," Michael challenged, winking at me.
"We'll see," I said, accepting his challenge.
"Okay... Let's start off simple. What's the equation you use to find force?" Michael asked me. I rolled my eyes.
"Acceleration multiplied by mass," I told him, crossing my arms.
"Nope," Michael said matter of factly.
"What? Yes it is! I've known that equation since grade seven!" I argued. Michael smirked and showed me the paper.
"It's mass multiplied by acceleration," Michael told me, sticking his tongue out at me.
"Same thing," I told him.
"Yeah... But you told me to follow the notes. And what you said wasn't what you wrote. So, off with that hoodie!" Michael told me. I sighed and figured I didn't want to argue with him. I grabbed the hem of my hoodie and slipped it off, being left in my t-shirt. Michael nodded in approval and looked back down at my notes.
"Okay, so... Um... How about this one. What occurs in the stroma of the chloroplast?" Michael asked me.
"Um... Isn't it the Calvin Cycle?" I said. Michael smiled and nodded. He set my notes down and eagerly slipped off his own t shirt. I tried not to stare at his now exposed torso so I looked down and tried to busy myself.
Suddenly I felt a finger lift my chin up and Michael smirked at me, obviously knowing what he was putting me through. I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded for him to continue.
"So, in the Calvin Cycle, more ATP is used than NADPH. How is this difference made up?" Michael asked me.
"Um... Dammit... Like... It involves a pathway," I said, struggling to remember what the pathway was called.
"What pathway?" Michael asked, knowing he got me with this.
"Um... I... I don't know," I said, giving up. I saw Michael smirk and eye me.
"Take it off," Michael said. I sighed and pulled my shirt over my head. When I looked back up, I saw Michael's eyes searching my bare chest.
"Let's move on," I said, almost pathetically. There was no hiding the fact that I was turned on by now.
"Are you so sure you want to keep going?" Michael asked me, already knowing the state he purposefully put me in.
"Yes," I whispered, feeling my pride begin to take over. Michael shrugged and picked up a paper again and skimmed over it before finding a most likely difficult question.
"What type of cells does meiosis produce?" Michael asked me. I almost screamed at him for choosing this question since he knew I couldn't pronounce the answer.
"That's not fair," I growled.
"What's not fair?" Michael asked, smirking slightly.
"It's... Ya know, the word I can't pronounce," I said.
"I need an actual answer, Gavvy," Michael told me. I glared at him. "Unless you want to give up."
I sighed and admitted defeat. I stood up and grabbed the hem of my basketball shorts. I looked down at Michael as he watched me with great interest. He licked his lips and smirked as I slowly slid my shorts off my hips.
Almost immediately after I kicked them off, Michael stood up and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. I let him, already knowing what was going to happen.
Michael pressed his lips against mine and pried open my mouth to slip his tongue in. I felt my face heat up as he did this. His tongue swirled around in my mouth and I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head as I tasted the sweetness that was Michael.
He pushed me back down on my bed, shoving all my papers out of the way. He leaned me back, continuing to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his back, grabbing onto him as he unbuckled his pants and slid them off.
"Remember Gavvy, you've gotta be quiet," Michael whispered in my ear.
Suddenly, my eyes flicked to my door and I realized that it wasn't locked. I released my lips from Michael's, gesturing for him to lock the door but he just smirked and shook his head.
"They could walk in, Mi-cool!" I whisper yelled at him.
"Yeah, and that'll make it all the better," Michael whispered in my ear again, shutting my lamp off and crawling on top of me.
Michael pressed his lips against mine again, becoming more aggressive after each one. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. Call me strange, but I loved Michael's aggressiveness during sex. It created a new aspect and thrill to it. It made my heart race, it made me sweat more, and, most importantly, it made me ache for what Michael was bound to give me.
Michael pulled back from the kiss, biting my bottom lip. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his back, lifting my head up so my neck was exposed. Michael dived into that, sucking and biting on my sensitive skin. I felt the pinch of Michael's teeth as he bit down my neck, leaving his marks of dominance and ownership.
Suddenly, Michael ground his hips against mine, making a shiver go through my body. I held back a moan, squeezing my eyes shut as I felt myself get harder at just that simple action.
Michael let out a breathy laugh and repeated the previous action, making me breath a little harder. The third time around, I felt Michael's own erection rub against mine and I couldn't help but let out a gasp.
"Oh god, Mi-cool... Please," I whimpered, beneath him. I wiggled around, trying to get into a position where Michael could quickly and easily pleasure me, but Michael stopped me. He shoved one of his legs between my thighs, his knee rubbing harshly against my erection. This caused me to again, bite back a moan. I let out a deep breath, trying to keep myself from moaning out.
"Who's on top, Gavin?" Michael whispered to me.
"You are," I muttered back.
"So who makes the decisions?" Michael whispered again, his smirk almost present in his tone of voice.
"You do," I growled, pulling his head back down to kiss me, completely disobeying what he just said.
As my punishment for disobeying him, Michael squeezed my nipples, making me gasp out in both pain and pleasure. He squeezed harder and harder until I finally let out a quiet cry. Michael stopped immediately, smirking at me and giving me a sensual look.
Slowly, Michael's hands glided down my sides. I shivered at his touch, feeling my ticklishness begin to bother me. I held back a giggle, knowing it'd ruin the moment until I felt Michael's hands stop at the hem of my boxers.
He bit his lip in a cute, sexy way, never losing eye contact with me. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled my boxers down, until I was free from the constraints my boxers created.
Michael then looked down, smiling and nodding in a satisfied way. I blushed, feeling pride swell in me in a weird way. Knowing Michael was satisfied with my manhood... It was quite an enjoyable feeling.
"Just as beautiful as I left it before, hm?" Michael purred to me, making me blush all the more. But, in response, I did nod slightly, making Michael smirk all the more before he leaned down to my ear.
"Have you been touching yourself lately?" Michael cooed. I again nodded gently, feeling my cheeks burn.
"Do you think about me?" Michael whispered, beginning to nibble on my ear.
"Yes," I mewled.
"Good. Then I expect you to hold out for a while before coming," Michael murmured, kissing me gently on my lips.
Suddenly, I felt Michael's hand wrap around my shaft. I held back a gasp at the sudden warmth. Oh... How I loved the feeling of someone else touching my erections. It just didn't feel this good whenever I did it to myself.
Michael gently started moving his hand up and down my shaft. I leaned my head back into my bed, no longer being able to hold it up to see what Michael was doing. My mouth dropped open, little pleasurable sighs escaping.
Eventually, I felt myself nearing my climax and I had to constantly remind myself not to come yet. Michael noticed this and slowed down his pumps before stopping altogether.
Michael climbed off me for a moment and looked around a little confusedly. He returned his gaze back to mine, silently asking me a question.
"In my dresser. Right top drawer, all the way to the back," I told him.
Michael nodded and walked over to my dresser, opening the drawer and reaching into it. He pulled out my small bottle of lube and closed the drawer. He walked back over to me, climbing back on top of me and giving me another quick kiss before lubing up his fingers.
Michael gently pushed my legs up, kissing both my knees for added sweetness. He gently circled my entrance before pushing his finger in. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the familiar pinching pain. I counted down from ten in my head before I felt Michael remove his finger and circle my entrance with two fingers.
I took a deep breath before he pushed them in, reminding myself that this one was the worst. Michael pushed his fingers in as far as they'd go before beginning to scissor me. I held back a cry of pain and settled on a quick labored breathing. Michael gently kissed my knee again, knowing that I was in pain and needed encouragement.
Eventually the pain melted away and pleasure slowly took over. My labored breathing slowed down a bit and I let myself fall victim to the pleasure.
Michael quickly pushed his third and final finger in. This one was purely pleasure. I felt no pain other than the first initial pinch which subsided almost immediately after it started. Michael moved his three fingers around inside me before deciding I was ready and pulling them out.
Michael climbed off me again, quickly slipping his boxers off. He climbed back on top of me squirting another generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He quickly rubbed the lube off on his erection and looked down at me, watching in pleasure as I squirmed around in excitement.
Michael sat up and over me, lining himself up with my entrance. He pushed my legs up a little farther so more of my entrance was accessible to him. He gently grabbed my hands, intertwining the fingers before he pushed himself into me.
There was pain, just like there always was. But it wasn't as bad as the two finger step. Michael was always gentle about this part, knowing that it hurt me and wanting to create make pleasure than pain for me.
Once he was fully in, he let me adjust to the feeling. I closed my eyes and tried to become more aware of my senses, specifically my sense of touch. Once the awareness registered with me, I realized Michael was touching my sweet spot and I held back a moan of pleasure.
Michael gently pulled back out before pushing back in, still very slowly but a little faster than before. Again, there was slight pain but it was barely existent compared to the pleasure that swarmed inside me.
Michael repeated this action several times before he was nearly slamming himself into me. Michael's hands eventually left mine before they gently weaved there way to my erection. He pumped his hand in time with his thrusts and I had to cover my mouth to prevent the moans from escaping.
Eventually, Michael's thrusts became less precise and more sloppy. He threw his head down before I felt a warm burst inside me. I relinquished the warm feeling in my stomach as Michael slowly stopped thrusting while he rode out the orgasm.
In that moment, I took the time to admire how beautiful Michael looked. His mouth hung open as he heaved for air and a thin sheen of sweat layered his body, highlighting all his muscles. His hair was damp along his hairline and a tiny drop of sweat dripped down his face all the way to his jawline. His eyes were dark and lust blown and very droopy from exhaustion and pleasure. His cheeks were a light shade of pink, the same shade that they turned whenever he was in colder weather.
He was definitely a sight to see, even at his worst.
Eventually, he turned his gaze back to me, smiling and looking down at my still fully erect knob. (AN: Me and my British slang).
"Well, I suppose you weren't lying when you said you've been practicing," Michael rasped. I nodded and blushed slightly, letting my legs fall back down.
Michael gently wrapped his hand back around my erection and pumped it as quickly as he could. I threw my head back and let a tiny moan escape. I clenched my teeth together, forcing my breath to come out labored.
Eventually I let myself orgasm, knowing Michael didn't want me to hold back this time. I felt the familiar fire of pleasure that rolled throughout my body every time I orgasmed. I always associated it with a spring coiling and then finally releasing. All the built up pressure escaping and being left with a satisfied feeling.
Michael took a deep breath and rolled over next to me. He gently wrapped his arms around me, hugging me and gently kissing my shoulder in a loving gesture. I curled my arm around his and held onto his forearm gently, rubbing my fingers along it and feeling all his muscles.
Eventually, I turned my head to look over at my clock, seeing that it was almost ten pm. I turned my head back to Michael, gazing into his beautiful brown eyes.
"Okay... Now that that's over, I really need to get back to studying," I told him. Michael gave me a devilish look and smirked.
"Hey, you just studied one of the most important life functions; reproduction."
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I'm actually really proud of this. I worked pretty damn hard on this and I think my hard work definitely paid off in the end.
But, of course, that's just my opinion. What about yours? What did you guys think of this? Am I just really confused on what's considered good and this is actually terrible? Who knows?
Thanks for reading.