Can't You See Me?

Never in my life would I have thought Mikey would've gotten the courage to finally kiss me. Back when we were kiss, I noticed how his looks always lingered on me. How they softened, but I didn't understand what it meant. After a couple of Internet searches, I came to the conclusion that he loved me. For years and years, I waited for his move. I wanted him to come on to me. Being as young I was, I was sickened by my own thoughts.

There can a night where I had a dream about he and I making love. I was thirteen at the time and I've never forgotten the excitement I felt in my dream as he lingered over me, panting in desperation. Sweat glistening off of his skin, and his mouth open allowing his breathy moans to escape his wonderful lips. I never looked at him the same way.

I remember the last night I stayed over at his house. Before then, I just about lived there, but after that one night, when I was fifteen, I didn't want to stay anymore. I went over uninvited as I always did, just walking inside and saying hello to his mother as I kissed her cheek. She was like my mom, but better. It was already night so I laid down on Mikey's bed next to him, watching him play Super Mario. He was always obsessed with the game; I'm sure he could play it with his eyes closed. He played well into the night, and when I started to get sleep, I turned on my side facing him and wrapped my arm around his waist.

I awoke later that night. The television was off and Mikey was facing me, asleep. I thought he looked absolutely beautiful. I memorized every detail of his face, and before I knew it, my hands were down my boxers, stroking myself.

"D-don't wake up," I whispered almost silently to him, "don't wake up, please..." I begged. I stared at his face as I stroked myself faster, wanting my release. I bit my lips to contain the moans dying to leave my throat. I shook with the movement of my hand on myself, and grunted slightly as I finished all over my hand. I stayed like that for a while, staring at Mikey with my hand down my boxers, and, eventually, tears streaming down my face. I looked down his body and noticed some of my seed glistening off of his arm, I quickly got up as quietly as I could and curled up on the floor, hiding my face in my hands after wiping my hand off on my boxers.

'I tainted him...' I thought. I grabbed my discarded shirt as cleaned off his arms. I laid back on the bed facing away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, not after what I did. If he knew the thoughts I had about him, he would surely run. Mikey wasn't into sexual things. He had mentioned how he never really got sexual urges, so he classified himself as asexual. If he knew the dirty thoughts I had about him, he would be disgusted. The look of love he always gave me would fade.

So, fifteen years later, I never thought he would be the first one out of us to kiss me, but I wasn't unhappy. I happily kissed back, until we needed air, and pulled away.

"Wow," I breathed out. He smirked his classy Mikey fucking Way smirk and I felt myself melt.

"Wow is correct, Mr. Iero," he said back. I love his confidence. It rubbed off on me causing me to place my hand on the back of his neck and lean forward, kissing him with the hunger of his love that I had been starving for for years. We moved our lips together and, eventually, our tongues, until he heard a cough. We quickly pulled apart and looked to the living room door. My girls were smirking at us.

"So, it looks like we can't leave you two alone for more than five minutes, huh?" Lily said. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Hey, hey, I'm the adult here, girl," I argued.

"Oh, barely, dad," they laughed. I looked over at Mikey, blushing hard and hoping he wasn't mad. He was standing there with a smile on his face, one he used to call his stupid smile that he only got when he saw Star Wars, and once when he saw me.

Yeah, I love this man. I have for most of my life.

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