Addicted To You [Mickey]

[Mickey McKey]

Mickey shook his head gently. He didn't know what the older boy was apologising about, but he was damned if he really cared. His mind was occupied by other thoughts, bad thoughts, thoughts of actions that couldn't be carried out, lest he fancied a broken jaw in a day or two. He wouldn't put it past Graham to, when he'd realised what had happened, take it out on him physically. In the past, he'd always seemed like he'd been close to just punching him in the face. The blonde didn't assume for one second that the taller boy would act any differently just because the younger had admitted to liking him.

Though, he wasn't acting violently yet. That was a start, right? Typically, he'd be pinned to the floor, or a wall, and recieving various threats about how he better keep this all a secret, or he'd have his fucking fingers broken off. But Gray was being calm, and was reasoning, and that was a major change to what he knew. Some part in Mickey's heart hoped that things would stay this way, but his mind truly doubted it. Slowly, he shook his head again. "I wont. I'm... I'm not really an asshole, you know. Not that bad, at least."

[Graham Kerr]

"Thank you" It was whispered softly, before the older blonde pressed his lips to Mickeys mouth. He wasn't alltogether sure why this was, but he knew that he liked it, liked the thought of kissing someone. Kissing him. He wasn't as nervous about it as he'd been the first time the younger male had come onto him, and he supposed he owed that to Alfie. Though they weren't friends by any means, they'd had a wonderful evening together, and he had definitely enjoyed learning all the other had to offer. In fact, he wouldn't mind learning even more from him.

Or from someone else. The feelings it had evoked in him, the feelings he felt now, he could quite seriously get addicted to that. He felt wanted, and with Mickey he felt so much more than that. He felt loved, up to a certain point. It was a very selfish desire, and had he been sober he never would have done it, but right now he didn't realise that this could seriously hurt the younger blonde.

Had he been sober, he would also have worried about the place where this was happening. People could be coming in from dinner any minute now, and he definitely wasn't ready to out himself by letting them stumble onto his snogging a guy in the Common Room. Even if it was someone as attractive and popular as Mickey.

[Mickey McKey]

A small, surprised squeak escaped from Mickey as their lips touched, and his entire body froze up. For a moment, he considered pushing him away, running way to shout or punch something or cry, he wasn't sure. Thankfully, his body wouldn't let his move, and this feeling shortly gave way to another, much stronger one. A feeling that made every part of his body feel truly alive, and that made him feel that he was really wanted for one time in his god damn life, and it was this that finally made him return the pressure. He'd had first kisses before, and it was true that there was nothing in the world like them, but there was nothing currently existing anywhere in this universe that could have felt as good as Graham's lips, and he never wanted to stop feeling like that.

One annoying, sensible part of himself felt stupid, naïve for letting this happen, and for feeling the way he did, and for thinking that this could be anything more than a drugged up fling. But this part was greatly overwhelmed by everything else, and no matter how much that one part begged him not to, he couldn't help but lay a hand on his face, tangle the other into his hair and kiss the older boy deeper. He was trying, as hard as he could, to stop his hands from moving to other places, but he could feel his self control draining away quicker than he would have liked. Luckily (or not, Mickey wasn't too sure), just as he started to get lost in the kiss, there was a noise from just outside the common room. People would just be coming back, the small boy realised that now, and he also guessed that Graham probably wouldn't want people seeing this. He was obviously very much in the closet, and Mickey wasn't about to drag him out now, so he moved his hands to the other's shoulders, and pushed him away gently. ”I'm sorry” He apologised quietly again, watched the boy for a few minutes, then eased himself to his feet and shuffled back to his dorm room, hoping he managed to fall asleep before he'd properly realised what had just happened.