Just wanted to say many thanks to my editor LaRascasse, who helped me a lot on this story. Thank you for reading, comments are welcome.
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"Not so hard," he whimpered and writhed beneath the hard body pressed above him as the thick cock was driven in his ass over and over again.
"Needy boy," the man above him chuckled and swivelled his hips, his cock nudging his prostate right triggered white cum to spurt over his chest. The man soon followed filling the ribbed condom with a hoarse moan. He barely gave the man time to pull out before he was off the bed and in the shower.
"What am I going to do with you, Michael Carson?" The other man stepped into the bathroom as he scratched at the hair on his stomach, grinning widely.
"It's over. I told you before we fucked, Harry," Mikey showered and dressed back into his suit quickly before he combed his dark hair back into place.
"I know. It's only time before you come back begging for my cock again," Harry's laugh seeped through him and made him shudder. He growled to himself and rubbed his ass as he left the bathroom. He loved rough but there was a limit. He grabbed his briefcase before leaving the hotel room, his room service tip left on the side.
"You can't keep fucking him, boss," Jackson said as he slipped inside the black sedan. Mikey frowned as he met Jackson's eyes in the rear view mirror. His bodyguard glared before he drove towards the building in lower Manhattan.
Jackson was six three with sandy blonde hair and piercing moss green eyes with small flecks of amber. His long frame was covered in roped muscle from tip to toe. Even his thighs bulged in the tight slacks he wore. Jackson's ears were stretched wide enough that Mikey bet he could fit his pinkie finger through one. His left eyebrow held a black bar as did both sides of his lower lip. He'd even seen a little blue ball poking out each time he spoke. Tattoos were from the back of his ear to the bottom of his ankle, so far he'd spotted three angels, a dragon, two crosses with names, and seven different skulls, a koi fish, Medusa and his name in Latin. And he was as gorgeous as sin.
"Last I checked I didn't need to ask your permission on who I fucked," Mikey tapped on his Blackberry frowning at the figures. He'd lost four different clients when he'd come out to People Magazine. They weren't really big clients but they were still clients. Hell, his company even now supported Pride NY.
"If the press sees you fucking about with Harry Stallone, they're going to know you're a bottom!" Jackson growled his hands clenching on the steering wheel, the silver ring on his finger standing out against the clenched flesh.
"I like cock in the ass, Jackson. It's not a mortal crime,"
"It's different if they think you're a top. As soon as you tell that you're a bottom, no one wants to know you,"
"I'm not broadcasting that I like to be pounded into the mattress by someone twice my size," Mikey grinned as Jackson shuffled in his seat, obviously uncomfortable with his term of language and the topic. The man was as straighter than a ruler. When Mikey finally announced he was gay, he expected Jackson to run but the man had stuck by him the whole time.
"Your two o'clock,"
"Thank you, Jackson."
Mikey laughed to himself as he stepped from the car and headed into his office on the top floor. The glass windows on one wall showed the stunning view of New York. His meeting took three hours before the client was fully satisfied that he would be getting his money out of their business.
He was glad to crawl into his king size bed that night, the silk sheets slipping over his body as he sighed in contentment.
**** Three Weeks Later ****
"What is this?" Mikey slammed the door closed as Jackson stalked into the room.
"It was on your doorstep this morning,"
"Thanks," He sat on his leather swivel chair and grabbed his head. He placed the box on the table and turned to his laptop.
"Aren't you going to open it?"
"Hmm?"
"The gift," Jackson nudged the gold wrapped present towards him. He shook his head and turned back to his laptop.
"Don't forget you have an interview with a Darius Marcus at eleven," Jackson glided from the room and Mikey stared. He couldn't help but stare as the muscled figure walked out of his office. His ass in those slacks made Mikey instantly hard and he couldn't think of anything but his ass being filled with the thick cock he'd seen straining under the tight fitting clothing.
At exactly eleven his door was opened and a hunk of a man walked inside, his dark hair shining in the light and his blue eyes reflected the world around him.
"Darius Marcus?" Mikey stood and gestured to the sofa, the man gracefully sat as he watched Jackson slip inside. "I'm sure you're not needed here, Jackson,"
"With all due respect, I think I should really stay," Jackson glared at the big man before he leant back against the wall.
"Fine by me," Mikey waved his hand at Jackson and sat on the other side of the big man, his pulled a notepad from his bag and smiled.
"So Mikey," Darius smiled a reporter smile and Mikey smiled back him.
"Darius..."
"Care to tell me what made you want to get into your business?"
"Well, I was young and dropped out of college at eighteen. I couldn't think of anything to do and my birth mother had left me a healthy lump of money so...here I am,"
Jackson watched from the corner as Mikey smiled and laughed at the man. The lines of the suit played perfectly to his body, obviously Armani or Gucci. The Rolex glistened on his wrist and the small cufflinks in the starch shirt screamed of money. Mikey Carson was short compared to him and brown eyes blinked innocently at everyone who passed by, complete with boyish dark brown hair, Mikey was the perfect playboy.
"When did you know you were gay?" Jackson stood straighter against the walls and watched as the reporter rested his hand on Mikey's left hand, a flirty smile playing on his lips. Mikey grinned and played his fingers over the older man's hand.
"When I was fifteen,"
"Why wait for so long then?"
"The same reason you're waiting to come out,"
Mikey flashed his winning smile as the reporter laughed at him, his body tilting slightly to the left. Closer to Darius.
"Fair play, Mr Carson. Why were you adopted?"
"If I knew that I wouldn't have been adopted now, would I?"
"Wasn't there word that your biological father beat you when you were five?" Darius had his pen poised at his paper and Jackson saw the tightening in Christian's body as he tensed and shied away from the man.
"That was just a rumour,"
"Your biological father is a convicted abuser and thief correct?" Jackson saw Mikey lower lip tremble slightly as he struggled to hold his emotions in check.
"I do believe the only way you could have accessed that information was by accessing police records," Jackson stepped away from the wall and behind the man sitting on the couch, reading to escort him as soon as he made the wrong move or Mikey advised him.
"I can't reveal my sources,"
"So you're involved with police issues?"
"And you Mr Mikey Carmichael are a bottom. You like to take it from men almost double your size correct?" Darius smiled smugly and laughed as Mikey paled visibly. "Maybe that was something to do with your father? He did rape your mother didn't he?"
"Make him leave, Jack," Mikey turned and Jackson watched as his shoulders bunched then a small sob escaped. Jackson rested his hand on the other man's shoulder.
"You heard him," Jackson remained his hold on Darius as he was escorted from the building; the smug smile almost made Jackson hit him. Almost. When he arrived back in the office the box had been opened and Mikey smiled down at its contents.
"What's inside?"
"Bluebirds," Mikey picked the small cufflinks up to show him, the tear streaks down his face made him frown. Jackson smiled and took the small metal disks a small bluebird imprinted on them. Mikey loved bluebirds. He took each of Mikey wrists and slipped the gold ones from his shirt and placed the new silver and blue ones in.
"Beautiful,"
"I'm going home. Tell Carly to forward all my calls to Gerard,"
"Would you like me to drive you back?" Jackson rolled his shoulders and smiled as he rubbed his hand over his chin.
"No. You head home to your girlfriend. I'm sure she misses you,"
"Hmm," Jackson nodded, waved and then slipped on his Harley. Little did Mikey Carmichael realise that he didn't have a girlfriend waiting at home. Just a little girl puppy named Roxy. As he hopped off the bike the little Chihuahua yapped at him until he picked her up. She was the runt of the litter with a scraggly black ear and mismatched eyes but she was beautiful to him. He'd found her on the side of the road a month ago and hadn't had the heart to give her away. She was small enough to still fit in the palm of his hand.
"Let's give you some dinner, hey?"
****
Mikey poked at the ribbon on the red box as he sat crossed legged on his sofa the next day, wearing just boxers and eating Cheerios from the box. The parcel had arrived this morning with a little note attached to it.
"Are you going to open it?"
"Later," he grinned up at his sister as she scrubbed the towel through her golden locks.
"The newspaper has you in it today," Carissa sat down and plucked the Cheerio from his hand as he glared at the suddenly offensive box. Some days he wished he'd never become a business man. Sometimes he wished he could just be a normal person, not be followed by different people every day.
"Jackson told me about that Darius guy,"
"How do you know Jackson?" Mikey scowled at her as he put the box on the table and lifted the other box from the table; he fingered the white ribbon as he nibbled on his bottom lip.
"He's been your bodyguard for like three years, Mikey. And he's damn hot!" Carissa laughed and wrapped her arm around his shoulder.
"You should ask him out. I think he's single," It hurt him as he said it but Carissa deserved to be happy and so did Jackson.
"I would if he swung my way," Carissa let out a depressed sigh and smiled at him, "Anyway Sebastian asked me out a few days ago,"
"Hold on. Jackson's gay?"
"Well, yeah. Have you seen the way he watches your other bodyguard's ass? Trent is it? I mean he might be bisexual,"
"That asshole!" Mikey kicked the box of Cheerios and watched they sprayed across his white fluffy rugs. The living room had windows as high as the ceiling and was painted in a pale grey, the sofa was black leather and a 54" TV stood in the centre next to the black stone fireplace. Photos littered the room, one of him in front of his first building, one of him and Carissa, one of him and his adoptive parents, one of him and Dominic, his older brother and finally one of all of them.
"What's the matter?" Carissa crooked her brow at him and frowned.
"He didn't even fucking come out to me! You would have thought for working with me for three fucking years he would have come out!"
"Mikey, calm down," she held her hands up and handed him his robe. "Put this on and go talk to him,"
