I don’t resist because it works.
“You want to share my Healthy Choice with me and then watch some TV? What was thatHowl’s Moving Castleyou were telling me about the other day? That sounded good.”
“That would be really nice.”
We wind up on his mattress, his laptop in front of me as he cuddles me from behind.
One of the scenes makes me laugh, and Mikey says, “Look at them trying to get up the stairs. Good God. There’s so much fucking sweat in these anime movies.”
I laugh some more, and the moment offers the first real escape I’ve felt from what happened at dinner.
“There we go. That’s the Scott I wanted to get back.”
I turn to him, and in the blue light from his laptop, his face is lit up, his dark eyes shimmering in the reflection. “I really like this one.”
“Yeah. I’m glad you started showing me these. I didn’t know much about anime except from watching Dragon Ball Z and Sailor Moon when I was a kid.”
“Oh my God.”
“You little dick. Don’t you make fun of Sailor Moon.” He tickles my abs, and I immediately curl into a ball.
“No, no!”
“More? Is that what you want?”
He persists, and adrenaline races through me as he tackles me, and I’m begging him to stop.
I set the laptop on the floor to protect it from the wrestling match that’s about to ensue.
I grab his wrists to stop his attacks, but he rolls on top of me and runs his fingers down my body, making those tickling sensations race through me.
I laugh so hard that my face starts to hurt and tears stream from my eyes.
“Let me hear the snort,” he says. “Let me hear the snort!”
“Stop! No, please!”
“Not until I hear it.”
Just the thought of him waiting to hear that ridiculous noise forces it out.
“Fuck!” I say before I release another. “Goddammit.”
I try to curse again, but I’m laughing so hard I can’t even speak. I push on his chest before he grips my wrists and pulls them over my head, pinning me so my wrists dip into the air-filled mattress. I chuckle as my body continues working to recover from the attack.
“You fucking asshole,” I say as I’m able to speak again.
He gazes down at me with a serious look on his face. I can’t read it, but then he leans down and kisses me. Not the lust-filled sort that we usually share before fucking, but still so powerful.
When he pulls away, he has his eyes closed, like he’s really taking in just how good the kiss was. Savoring it. It’s one of the things I’ve come to appreciate about him: how much he delights in every moment, how good it feels to him.
“I’m real proud of you for standing up to your dad,” he says as he opens his eyes.
His support means the world to me right now. I allow myself to imagine something more here with Mikey, and it’s lovely. He’s become a good friend.
He offers another kiss.
“Shouldn’t we get back to the movie?” I ask.
