“It’s fucking prison, Roger!” Mickey snapped. “I made lots of fuckin’ ramen and ignored the train of guys all begging to be my bitch! And oh, look at that, my dick magically stayed right here in my fucking pants.”
“You got ten fucking years!” Roger cried. “Ten years, Mickey! I didn’t know if Cold could get you out! What did you expect me to do? Wait for you?”
“It never even crossed your mind, did it?” Mickey hated how much that hurt. “You fuckin’ piece of shit. You selfish fucking slut, fuck you.”
“Fuck you!”
“No, fuck you!” Mickey seethed. “God, how I fucking hate you.”
“I hate you too!” Roger was right back in his face again. “Why the fuck would I wait for you when I already know there’s no fuckin’ future for us? You wouldn’t let me move in with you, you already fuckin’ said you wouldn’t marry me—”
“You stupid bastard! You’re still on that shit?” Mickey put his hand out to push Roger away, but he found himself pulling him closer. “Give it up!”
“No! I deserve more from you!” Roger roared. “I’ve fuckin’ earned it! I’m not just your little fuck toy! I’ve given you everything—”
“Yeah, and then you gave it to six other fuckin’ guys!” Mickey shoved Roger up against the side of the car. “Six!”
“Fuck you!” Roger tried to break free, but Mickey held on. “If you don’t want to be with me, just let me go, you ugly fuckin’ dicksore!”
“Ball gargling whore,” Mickey shot back, pinning Roger in place. “I can’tnotbe with you! Trust me, I’ve tried! No matter what the fuck you do, I can’t stop! I can’t stop loving your demented little ass!”
“Oh, Mickey.” Roger suddenly sighed, relaxing in Mickey’s embrace. All the rage was leaving him, and he reached up to cradle Mickey’s cheeks. “I missed you so much.”
Mickey already knew what was going to happen when their eyes met, both of them cranked up so high on the fierce energy of their fight.
They kissed.
It was messy, wet, and Mickey hated how easy it was for him to give in and forget how Roger had hurt him. He adored him, all of his flaws, every last fucked up bit of him.
No one got his blood pumping like this. Not another soul could ever compare.
And he wasn’t ready to give him up.
Mickey groaned, kissing Roger deeply, his hands all over him. His chest, his hips, his ass; God yes, his ass. He’d thought about that ass for months, and he got a good handful and squeezed.
Roger gasped, and their teeth clicked as their kiss got more frantic. “Mickey, oh, f-fuck!”
“Backseat?” Mickey asked, though it wasn’t much of a question. He already knew where this was going.
“Don’t you have a party to get to?” Roger laughed breathlessly.
“We’ll have our own little party.” Mickey nosed along Roger’s jaw. “Just me and you.”
“Yeah…”
“Yes,what?”
“Yes, master.” Roger grinned, already pushing Mickey out of his way and crawling into the backseat. He unbuttoned his pants. “Still keep lube in the glove compartment?”
“Not sure if it’s still any good, but yeah.” Mickey smirked as he grabbed it, joining Roger in the back. “What? You’re telling me you’re not already prepped?”
“No, sir.” Roger snorted, now naked from the waist down, and snatched the bottle away.
“What happened to being an eternal optimist?” Mickey reached down to palm himself, trying to give his hard cock some relief.
“You broke my heart, master,” Roger replied simply. He leaned back against the seat and spread his legs.
“Fucking when?”
