Mickey grabbed Roger’s arm and soon they were struggling to break free of each other, their heads nearly knocking together. Their scuffle forced Mickey’s back against the wall, and he growled furiously.
Roger was grinning from ear to ear, and he lunged forward and bit Mickey’s shoulder.
That pissed Mickey off even more, and he heaved Roger off of him and slammed him into the adjacent wall. He quickly pinned him there by his shoulders, roaring, “You stupid son of a bitch! You just don’t know when to fucking quit, do you?”
“Nope,” Roger panted as he grabbed the sides of Mickey’s head. “Not when I fuckin’ want somethin’.”
Mickey twisted away, expecting Roger was going to head butt him.
Instead, Roger pulled him in for a fierce kiss and didn’t let go.
Well, huh.
Mickey gasped, his heart pounding up in his ears from the passionate kiss. He was already so on edge from their fight, and wow, Roger was a fantastic kisser. He let him lead while his brain tried to catch up with what was happening.
They’d been fighting mere moments ago, and Mickey was ready to clobber him, and now they were kissing.
Today was shaping up to be a hell of a weird day.
Roger suddenly bit Mickey’s lip, huffing, “Come on. What are you doing?”
Mickey narrowed his eyes, giving Roger another mean shove. He saw the way his eyes lit up, and it all clicked. That’s exactly what Roger wanted.
Well, now that was something.
He kept Roger pressed up against the wall and hissed in his ear, “This what you want? To get roughed up?”
“Top of the class.” Roger licked his lips excitedly. “Now come on… what you got for me?” He reached down and grabbed Mickey’s crotch, finding him already half-hard. “Ohhh, you do know what I like.”
Mickey grunted, his cock soon at full attention beneath Roger’s eager touch. There was a crazy part of him that couldn’t believe this was happening. He should stop right now before things got any more carried away, but he couldn’t refuse the warm hand on his cock.
“Mickey, Mickey, so very fine,” Roger teased in a little singsong voice. “I think—”
“Go. Stall on the end,” Mickey ordered.
“Really?” Roger gasped. “And what are we ever going to do there, hmm?”
“Whatever the fuck I want.”
“Oh, yes, sir,” Roger said, obediently slinking over to the last stall. “This is exactly what I wanted you to do at the gas station. Just drag me into the bathroom and mess me up.”
Mickey latched the door behind them, and his cock was absolutely throbbing. He pushed Roger away when he tried to kiss him again. “On your fuckin’ knees.”
Roger went down with a smug little smirk and quickly unbuttoned Mickey’s pants. “Just can’t wait to try me out, huh?”
“This is the only fuckin’ thing I can think of that will shut you up,” Mickey retorted. His skin was already buzzing, and he couldn’t quite define the excitement stemming from Roger’s obedience.
He felt…powerful.
More than that, it was how clearly into it Roger was. He was practically drooling when he pulled out Mickey’s cock, and Mickey couldn’t recall anyone being so hungry for him. It was doing awesome things for his ego, and he wanted more.
“Well, didn’t see that coming,” Roger said with a laugh, playfully thumping the silver bar he found in Mickey’s cock.
Mickey had been twenty-one when he got the piercing, fresh from his military discharge and feeling pretty defiant. Having someone stab a piece of metal through his frenum seemed like a good idea at the time. Partners weren’t as leery of it as they may have been about a big Prince Albert, and Mickey had never progressed to bigger or thicker jewelry.
It was a simple barbell, curved and small, that ran through the piece of skin that connected the head of Mickey’s cock to his shaft. When he wasn’t hard, his foreskin usually hid it and sometimes he forgot about it.
The jewelry had his full attention right now though, and he watched Roger’s tongue lapping over it greedily. The skin there was especially sensitive, and Roger’s ministrations sent little electric bolts of pleasure up Mickey’s spine.
