Mickey spread Roger’s cheeks, feeling the scorching heat of his skin where he’d spanked him so many times as he admired how his asshole looked dripping with cum. He gave Roger a departing slap, hating how quickly reality was settling back in.
Roger had some serious explaining to do.
“Why did you come over here?” Mickey asked shortly. “Really? How did you know I was here?”
“What? I can’t just miss you?”
Mickey glared.
“Whatever.” Roger rolled his eyes. He slinked off the desk and put his pants back on, not bothering to do anything about the mess between his legs. He walked to the door, but Mickey caught his arm.
“If you’re gonna be following me around, that’s gonna be a serious fucking problem,” Mickey warned. “Yeah, we had some fun, but I don’t have time for your stalker shit.”
“I live here, you dumb fuck!” Roger sighed, jerking away from him. “Okay?”
“Bullshit.”
“Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it.” Roger marched outside to the storage units with his nose in the air.
Mickey knew that couldn’t be true, but he still followed after him anyway. If nothing else, the view was nice.
Roger went back to the section where Mickey kept his grandpa’s car, but he walked around to the other side. He took a key from his pocket, opening up one of the other garage units.
Inside was a mess of boxes and dusty furniture, but a small space had been cleared for a bed and a television. There was also a mini-fridge, a lamp, and a microwave.
“Shit.” Mickey was honestly shocked Roger had been telling him the truth.
Roger flopped on the bed, tucking his arms up behind his head. “Been staying here for a little while. Heard the car crank, came out to look, saw you and the old man.”
“Why the fuck are you living in a storage unit?”
“Why not? It’s climate controlled, and the neighbors are quiet.”
“If you need a place to live, Cold would take care of you. You know he will.”
“I got a place,” Roger protested. “Right here, between my left cheek and my right cheek. Feel free to kiss it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Again? Okay, well, give me a minute.”
Mickey silently commanded his cock to stand down. “We’re done with that. We gotta work together, and I’m not doing this again.”
“Ouch.” Roger clutched his chest. “You wound me, sir. And here I was thinking about picking out wallpapers and china patterns with you.”
“Have a nice day. Bye bye now.” Mickey turned to leave.
“Hey, Mickey!”
Mickey stopped and turned back around. “What?”
“Oh, I just wanted to make sure your hearing was okay.” Roger grinned. “Seems to be working fine.”
Mickey gritted his teeth, and he stomped away with a scowl. Roger didn’t try to call him back, and he returned to where Pops was still patiently waiting for him in the car.
“Hey, Michael,” Pops said. “Everything go okay with your little business meeting?”
“Fine, Pops.” Mickey opened the driver’s side door. “You ready to go home?”
