Mia's Worout

First attempt at a story! I formatted a lot of this on my phone so it's not polished, but enjoy :)

Mika has been ace for all his life and expresses that he doesn't feel much sexual attraction. It seems contradictory, Mika can't hide his bashful expressions around girls, and has a high sensitivity to touch from others. I've noticed every time I brush up against him he can be jumpy. And whenever I compliment him he blushes furiously. It's adorable knowing he can't control his expressions around me.

I've been close with Mika now for years. Paying attention to how he prioritized people and was quick to support, yet always late to blame. I can't say I've been the best person to him, especially knowing how it's been hard for him given his lot in life. A recovering people pleaser finding his way.

...

'My intention with Mika is to implant an idea. The idea of giving up control in that aspect is what he should desire. And by threat or reward, Mika can adjust his behaviors to accepting my role. I can't jump ahead to where he's uncomfortable but simultaneously I need to progress without losing him. A note for myself, this is intended to be a slow progression towards finding what feels good. Don't lose the picture and start seeking easy pleasure.'

Just before him, the white page sat scratched with perverse intentions. While thinking over how he was actually going to develop his and Mika's relationship, he tore the paper up and tossed it away. He left it and assessed his space while thinking over his ideas.

The room was large enough to match his fantasies, with three doors representing the entry, bathroom, and closet. On the wall perpendicular to the entryway was a sturdy oak frame for the large luxurious bed. Nightstands set adjacent with 3 drawers each. The lamps on top emitted a soft light that reached downwards to the floor, reminiscent of twilight. Facing the side of the bed was a frameless mirror that sat in place of the original painting. A thick granular carpet extended through the room into the closet, silencing footsteps.

Theo thought over his preparations once more before he stood from his desk and strode over to the mirror. Looking in, his tall build and brown hair complimented the casual attire he prepared. His dark brown eyes glossed over the phone as he readied himself to pick up Mika.

Tonight, Mika was out bar hopping with his larger friend group. They know he's impressionable and quick to be intoxicated, so he often becomes the target for their games. From the texts sent to Theo, it was already assumed that Mika had enough to be blacked out by the time he made it home. Slipping into the car, he made his way out to pick Mika up and take him home.

Standing outside the bar was a group chatting and laughing, upon seeing Theo, Cara stepped out with a mischievous grin plastered on her face, drink in hand.

"Theo, we took eeeextra good care of Mika tonight"

Theo nodded with a vague expression, glancing over at the only hunched figure being supported in the group.

"As long as he can wake up tomorrow then anything goes, I'll make sure he's taken care of."

"Always the saint." She said, stealing a second look at Theo as she took a sip. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us tonight? We can always get Mika a cab."

"Maybe." I inwardly rejected the idea of going out, thinking about the frustration of how impersonal bars feel.

Dragging Mika over to Theo, Cara pushed.

"At least for the next time you have to come, even Mika talked about how he wished you wanted to go out tonight.

"For now I'll take Mika home."

A short pause and a heave to lift his arm over his shoulder, Theo stopped glanced back, thinking about how he wanted to see more of drunk Mika.

"I'll come next time if Mika's going, remember to let me know."

Cara let out a squeal in affirmation as I dragged Mika back to the car, making me roll my eyes as I was walking. Getting him buckled and ready to go, I struggled to make the slumping Mika sit straight as I fumbled around under the others' gaze.

"Stay safe!"

I got in the car and took a long look at the one passed out in his passenger seat. 'I really ought to keep a better watch on him'.

...

Carrying the drunken Mika back up to his room, Theo thought about his promise to take Mika back to his own place. He smiled at the thought, knowing he wouldn't hold his alcohol, he had the perfect excuse.

Theo did truly desire Mika, seeing him passed out on his bed ignited him. Theo moved across his body before taking off the jacket and shirt. Not stopping yet to admire, he pulled off Mika's pants and socks until he was down to just his boxers. Tracing up his lithe figure until he reached the midsection, glancing down while giving a knowing look. Theo wasn't bothered by it, he's already written into the plan the utility Mika's penis would or would not get. 'He's ace anyway, I don't want him turning towards it for pleasure at this point.'

Mika made his urges flare wildly. His small build, toned legs, and smooth body were intoxicating. He grew up with single person sports as his stature held him back from being used on a team. Sports like football and basketball always left him depressed and vulnerable, because while he was fast, he just couldn't make up the difference in size. Sticking to individual sports like dance and sprinting helped maintain his an androgynous figure that riled Theo up.

'If he were taller and stronger, he'd have been a stunner for the girls'

Mika's small nose, pronounced cheekbones, and messy black hair proved strongly alluring. Touching his soft red lips, Theo wished he could take Mika how he wanted.

'Never perform unprepared, I want Mika to desire me and need my touch. I wouldn't stoop so low

Contrary to this thought, Theo began pulling Mika's boxers off, completely exposing the unconscious young man. Turning and walking, he went to choose out a new pair that were evidently not Mika's. Shortly after coming back from the closet, he put the fresh pair of boxers on him and covered him in blankets, letting him rest. Theo went to start the laundry.

Sighing gently, he wished Mika would have responded to his affections earlier, 'he might've been more perceptive of my intentions if his confidence was higher'

While he didn't know Mika's sexuality, he didn't think of it as something to be decided upon before he's experienced more.

After about half an hour, Theo could change the laundry to the dryer. After finalizing his night, he got in the bed in his boxers and waited for morning.

...

At 11 am, Theo woke to a furious and exhausted Mika standing on his side of the bed, one eye looking glued shut from having slept on his side.

"What the fuck were you doing, why am I wearing your boxers and where are my clothes."

Theo glanced down and the tight fitting boxers on Mika, while they vastly differ in stature, they fill in all the same. Looking back up, Theo brought attention back to the state Mika's in.

"You threw up all over yourself before making it up the stairs. while I could've left you in the yard to sober up, I decided to clean you up and preserve your dignity."

Mika hearing his explanation and watching him look down at his boxers left a creeping red blush up to his cheeks. Enunciating the shame he was feeling, Theo followed,

"I'll go grab your clothes and let you change yourself this time, after you can meet me downstairs and we'll start breakfast together."

Left alone in the room, Mika flopped onto the bed nearly in tears over the embarrassment of being blacked out and helped in such an intimate way.

...

After sending Mika home and getting back, I secretly praised myself for a ploy well done. The constructed awkward scenario left Mika internally confused, preparing him for being more comfortable with my touch and influence. Breakfast afterwards helped me break down the barrier between us again. I wanted him to get the feeling of leaving from a hookup gone awry, but knowing it's okay cause it's me. Wrapping up my fascinations in my overactive imagination, I began preparing for when I could enact his next plan. Being patient with Mika was the only way to break down the walls. I figure that it wouldn't be hard to initiate more contact, it only may take a while before Mika would be ready for more.

...

Coincidentally, the next weekend, Mika was out doing a sprint workout. It'd been some time since he competed, but it was the most fulfilling exercise because he didn't feel emasculated by his dance outfit. While he sped along the home stretch for his workout, Theo puttered around the track at his own pace, stealing glances at Mika as he barreled down the straightaway.

When he caught up to the gasping Mika, he asked.

"What do you wanna do after this? I have this protein chocolate milk that's high in fiber too back at my place"

"That sounds good to me. I've got about 20 minutes left in my workout, 30 if I push it hard"

"Perfect, I'll be stretching somewhere around here"

Theo left him alone again and watched while stealthily observing.

...

Mika stumbled his way over to where Theo was sitting. He'd done 2400m of sprint work on the day and completely emptied the tank. If it weren't for the people around, he would've stripped down and taken a bird bath at the fountain.

"Worthwhile workout?" Theo asked with a slight smile.

"I don't think I'll be moving later." Mika said exasperatedly.

With that, Theo motioned him to follow to hop in the car and go. The mid September sun was still working hard to keep them warm, but chilly nights with leaves crinkling had already begun. That late summer breeze was still enough for Mika to let his muscles turn into a puddle in the passenger seat all the way home.

...

After having my protein shake, I sat on the plush couch with his feet up relaxing. I don't have anything to do for the day, so I've been absentmindedly watching tv with Theo. I heard Theo speaking to him about how good stretching felt, but I don't think I can bring myself to do the same. Theo talked a little about the benefits of relaxing and how sleep is beneficial, and when I had my guard down he hit me with,

"Would you like a massage?" While innocuous, I couldn't help but think back to him having seen me fully naked already. I can feel my face heating up again and I'm just hoping it's not noticeable. I didn't have control over the situation so I was apprehensive saying maybe's and possibly's, and Theo followed me up with, "Go take a shower first, I'm not having you lay down on my bed or furniture in your gross clothes." I quickly got up to hide my expression, getting into the shower superseded thinking about what he was asking of me. Knowing Theo, he was definitely hiding a smug expression, as if rubbing it in my face that I couldn't handle myself the other night and he had to take care of me. Stepping into the shower slightly unnerved, I cleaned off and waited for my massage.

...

I didn't think the opportunity would come so quickly, after jostling around the conversation, I got Mika to run up to the shower in preparation for me to touch him. While we're thinking of it differently, it's definitely intimacy between the two of us that didn't exist before. The embarrassed expression he had when I alluded to having already seen and touched him, it was sublime. A few misunderstandings have made my efforts a lot smoother. I got up in excitement to prepare the bed for him. I got down a towel and brought out some oil for massaging. He might be expecting a massage on the couch or chair, but I don't want to let this opportunity slip through my grasp.

As Mika stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, he froze like a deer in headlights. I didn't get him any clothes knowing he would have to come ask, but he didn't expect me to set the pace and get him towards the bed. I watched Mika step up to the bed and lay on his back, tacitly consenting for me to begin. The sight of his well proportioned body had my heart rate increasing. I went through the motions of a normal massage and focused on his legs, not talking much until I gave him the order to flip over. Slowly working my hands on his soft legs, I asked him,

"Do you want me to massage up to your butt as well? I'd need to take the towel out of the way."

Mika's sudden stiffness didn't slow my pace. I kept massaging to make it so my intent wasn't mistaken. "I'm sorry for the weird question, I just was curious cause I've felt weird the last few days cause I probably made you feel strange about seeing you naked, I wanted to break down that barrier so we weren't feeling strange about each other again."

"... That's fine... can you promise to not make faces again to mess with me?"

I paused for a moment to think about how I wanted to respond, how to make him feel comforted by my words. "I promise." Deliberately softening my voice so he'd know I feel bad over it. With that, Mika released a lot of the tension he had while I was touching him.

I slowly pulled the towel from where I was caught under Mika's stomach, revealing two small dimples on the crease of his lower back. Pulling the towel down below his butt, I got a full view of his backside. I readjusted my breathing to recover from my lungs having not breathed in the last 30 seconds. Mika boasted a terrifying amount of appeal. His soft and malleable thighs under my hands nearly made me tremble, and the feminine curves he developed from sprinting were again making my breaths ragged. As I raised my hands higher and higher to his upper thigh, I'd make small motions with my thumb in towards his tight hole. He'd jump with every push in I made, and he at one he yelped and started to turn. I quickly readjusted and told him "I'm sorry, I'll get it over with, I'll properly move my hands to your butt instead of being so weird about it." With that he slowly lowered his chest back down and gave me a small nod of affirmation.

I decided to push my luck while my hands were on Mika, hitting him with a question he wouldn't expect.

"Do you really never masturbate? I know you're ace but didn't know if that means no sexual pleasure"

... My question quieted the room to a pindrop, leading me to continue,

"I'm sorry if it's weird, I've been having a hard time with sexuality lately and I've been masturbating in new and strange ways, I didn't want to feel like I was alone holding on to it."

Mika's ears creeped to a reddish hue. Staying silent for a moment before asking,

"You tell me first... how have you been masturbating? That's different from normal I mean."

I didn't expect him to take the initiative on this one, but I already knew,

"I've been trying some sextoys out."

"... Y'know, like... anal, and buttplugs... and other stuff that people usually call gay." I sped up the end of my sentence even involuntarily out of internalized shame.

"I've even got one in right now." I said in a small voice. then, catching Mika off guard with, "I wanted to try some stuff on you too...just, maybe just so I knew I'd have a person I can trust with that stuff too." I told him the truth.

Mika responded with his face in the pillow.

"How."

I kept massaging him while teasing my fingers closer to his hole, lightly brushing against it and receiving small noises from him. Ones I can only interpret as affirmation. I told him "I won't force a toy into you because we need to be more comfortable." With this my finger was pressed against his hole while I massaged him. I continued, "I just want to try with hands, so you aren't overwhelmed and think I'm a weirdo for liking this stuff."

Very quietly I got affirmation from Mika, and I seized the moment to reposition, straddling one of his legs from behind. Placing my left hand on his lower back and pushing down, I massaged back and forth along his lower back down to his thighs, sliding my hand in between his cheeks to get him accustomed to my touch. Re-applying more oil, I put my right middle finger right in between his cheeks, just applying pressure on him. Without words, I slowly pushed it in with the excess lube, and reached to the second knuckle before Mika let out a gasp and tightened up to where my hand couldn't move, I used my left hand to rub his back while I gently spoke to him,

"Relax, you're going to hurt if you tighten up so much, and I don't want you to have a bad experience and treat me differently."

I felt his body release me and I pushed just slightly deeper. Pushing my finger down towards his prostate and slowly dragging out about an inch. He tightened up again when I pulled it outwards, but every motion in I could feel his body gradually accepting me. During this, I slowly continued gliding my hand across his soft skin, not releasing contact while I touched every part of him. I asked Mika again if he'd ever masturbated, and with a voice shakier than normal, he replied that "I've tried before, but I've never enjoyed it because other people don't have the same troubles I do."

I stopped and pressed my finger down hard on his prostate, grinding it back and forth while I asked, "What kind of trouble."

Mika shuddered under my touch as he gathered himself to respond. Just turning his head so I could hear, he mumbled, "Because their equipment isn't worthless."

Reaching just below my right hand at work, I pulled Mika's small penis and balls backwards from under him. Slowly stroking them while I consoled,

"they don't necessarily feel better, you might just get pleasure from somewhere else" with this he pushed his face into the pillow and let out light gasps for air. I could tell he was feeling it so I asked,

"Are you enjoying it? Does your prostate feel good?"

"I don't know, I don't know what it's supposed to feel like."

"When a guy is jerking off, you get a sliding feeling of pleasure from the nerves near the head of the penis, it creates friction and gets better when you hold it a little tighter." I lectured him, while doing so I let pressure off his prostate and stroked it lightly, telling him "your butt is different, you get to feel it inside so it's harder to know what's happening if you can't see. It responds to lighter touches and wants consistency and to keep going."

Soft moans were now escaping Mika's lips as I told him what his body was feeling. I wanted him to feel like I had to keep going.

Slowly, I pulled my finger out and resumed massaging his body, keeping him in an agitated state. I gently asked "did you feel good?"

"It feels good..."

I pushed a second finger inside, reaching deeply and holding while my other hand cupped his testicles down lower. I asked "do you want to do this again after our next workout together?"

"...Yes"

I gently pulled my fingers all the way in and out of him, grinding against the prostate hard to make sure he remembered the feeling. Slowing down gradually, I pulled out my fingers and slowly traced a ring around his entrance. Signaling the end of our session. I told him he can rinse off his body but not touch himself again, because it'd ruin the next time. He gave me a Halfhearted nod and I left the room satisfied with our progress.