Miey and Mar

"I'm moving out," Mikey announced right after the waitress left with their orders. Mikey had waited to tell his sister and brother-in-law about his decision until they were out together in public, hoping that the fact that being surrounded by random strangers would help prevent them from having a conniption.

Lexie chuckled and shook her head. "No you're not," she said.

"But I am," Mikey insisted, coming to the realization that it didn't matter if they were in public, his sister was going to have a fit no matter what.

"No you're not," Lexie said more forcefully.

"Yes I am! I'm a grown adult. I'm graduating from college in one month, for God's sake."

"You don't even have a job, let alone a savings."

"I have a job lined up at the school I student-taught at. You know this!"

"This really isn't the time or place," Jake, Mikey's brother-in-law, said sternly, looking over at him.

"Like hell it isn't!" Mikey shouted. He knew that other customers were looking at him, but he was tired of his sister's and her husband's controlling bullshit. "You're not my guardians anymore. I can do whatever the hell I want. I'm 22!"

"22 and yet you still act like a child. Hey! Wait! Get back here!" his sister shouted after him, but Mikey was already out of the restaurant. His chest heaved as he stomped angrily to his car. He knew they would likely react like this, but it still pissed him off.

Mikey began driving. He didn't know where he was going, just that he had to get away. Fuck he was so pissed! Who did she think she was, telling him he couldn't move out. It wasn't any of her business anyways. He only told her and Jake as a courtesy. Mikey looked at himself in the rearview mirror. He looked as angry as he felt. His wavy, sandy blond hair was sticking up all over from the amount of times he had run his hand through it. His tanned face was tinged red, his thick, brown brows were in a permanent furrow, and his piercing blue eyes stared intensely back at him. His angular jawline was clenched so hard he thought his teeth might crack, and his full lips were pursed. Mikey was what one might consider conventionally attractive, although that wasn't much of a feat at the age of 22. That being said, he did do his part to keep his toned, lanky 5'7" body fit, which helped as well.

Due to being so short, Mikey had always struggled in the girls department. He may have been good looking, but girls in his town were often wanting a taller man. He did get some attention from girls, though, especially after explaining that he was working towards being a teacher. Most of the attention he got was from guys, and he wasn't mad about that. Being bisexual, he was happy with anyone who gave him the time of day. Unbeknownst to his sister, Mikey had a fairly healthy dating life. That being said, most of his dates ended in a hot makeout session. It was rare when he actually had sex. He had to know someone quite well before actually doing a home run, so the number of sexual partners he had was quite slim.

After driving for a while, Mikey found himself in front of an office building. He had no idea how he got there, having driven on autopilot, but it looked quite familiar. Off to the side, Mikey noticed a sign stating the names of the firms that were inside the building.

He stopped when he read 'Smith and Louis Law Firm'.

'Isn't that Jake's brother's law firm?' he thought to himself. 'Jake's smoking hot older brother who's ten years my senior?'

And, just then, he knew exactly how to get back at Lexie and Jake.

He walked fast-paced into the office building, and followed the sign which stated that the firm was on the 7th floor. It was the longest elevator ride of his life, but when the doors finally opened, he felt giddy.

"I'm here to see Mark Whittier," Mikey announced to the receptionist, a woman about his age. He couldn't help himself by looking her up and down. Her outfit was fairly office friendly, but her curvaceous figure made it less so. Her white blouse, normally considered conservative, was stretched thin and made to be low cut by her larger than average boobs. Mikey blinked, hoping to get back to the task at hand.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked.

"No, but I don't need one," he said. "I'm his brother-in-law."

The receptionist looked down at her computer, and then looked back up. "I'll... give him a call, and see what I can do. What's your name?"

"Mikey Newman."

She picked up her phone and dialed a number. "I have a Mikey Newman here at the front desk. He doesn't have an appointment, but he says he's your brother-in-law. Mhm... Okay... Are you sure? Alright, I'll send him back." She looks back up at Mikey and says, "You can go back. He's waiting for you."

Mikey is shaking in his shoes as he walks through the hallways trying to find Mark's office. He's starting to regret his decision. He isn't entirely sure it's a good plan to throw his sister and her husband under the bus. Was it really a good idea to put Lexie and Jake on blast with Jake's lawyer older brother? Mikey had never spent time alone with Mark before, but he did know that Mark knew exactly how to get under Jake's skin and that he'd knock some sense into them. Or maybe... just maybe... that wasn't the entire reason he was there. Maybe he was there to do something that he had been fantasizing about since he first met Mark 3 years ago.

Mikey finally found Mark's office. He lifted a shaky hand and knocked softly on the door.

"Come in," a deep, smooth-as-honey voice called out. Mikey opened the door and made his way in. Mark's office was everything Mikey thought it would be. A large, dark wood desk, navy blue walls lined with bookshelves, and large windows with a view of the city. It was just as sexy as Mark was, who was looking rather ravishing today. His straight, dark brown hair had been slightly grown out, styled like every woman's heartthrob from the 90s. His face looked as if it had been carved out of stone by Leonardo DaVinci, with strong cheekbones, angular jaw, well-defined lips, and dark brown eyes you could get lost in. His face was clean shaven, matching the immaculately professional outfit he was wearing. A pale blue button-down, dark blue tie, and gray slacks. Mikey could feel his dick tingling just from looking at this perfectly molded man. "How can I help you today, Mikey?"

Everything began to tumble out of his mouth, and he all but forgot his deep-seeded attraction to his brother-in-law.

"Ughhh, I'm so angry at Lexie and Jake!" he exclaimed. "They just can't handle that I'm finally becoming an adult and don't need them anymore! I just told them I'm moving out, and Lexie had the audacity to tell me no! Like, who does she think she is?"

Mikey paced back and forth furiously, taking turns throwing his hands in the air and running them through his hair. As he complained, he hadn't noticed Mark standing up, looking amused at the small man pacing through his office and walking over to him. Only when he felt hands wrap around his wrists did he realize how close Mark had gotten. Mikey drew in a sharp breath and stopped in his tracks, looking up at the tall god that stood before him. A twinge shot right from his wrists, where Mark's hands were holding on tightly, down to his dick. He had to hold back from moaning.

"That isn't the real reason you're here, is it," Mark said, looking intensely into Mikey's eyes. He slowly started walking forward, forcing Mikey to walk backwards, almost tripping over his feet. "You really came all this way just to complain about my brother and your sister?"

"I, uh..." Mikey was at a loss for words. Mark's hands were still wrapped around his wrists as his back met a wall. No, not the wall--the window. Mark pressed his front against Mikey's, and this time, he couldn't hold back his moan.

"The real reason is that you want me, isn't it?" Mark stated matter-of-factly. Mikey nodded slowly, unsure of what to think of this whole situation. Mark let go of Mikey's hands, letting them fall to the wayside, and wrapped his large, strong fingers around his waist. Mark nestled a slack-clad knee in between his legs, rubbing it gently against his crotch. "Hard for me already, ay?"

Mikey couldn't tell if he was regretful or grateful for wearing basketball shorts today.

Mark continued nudging his knee into his crotch, causing Mikey to open his mouth and moan. Mark took advantage of this, and slammed his mouth against Mikey's, swallowing his moan. Like the breaking of a dam, all of the pent up sexual tension released. They kissed frantically, their lips mashing into each other. There was no sensuality involved in this kiss. Just pure sexual energy.

Mark brought up his hand to Mikey's hair and tugged his head back. He sucked on his full lower lip before launching a full on assault against Mikey's tongue with his own. Mikey was in heaven. His whole body was buzzing. His hands, which had been hanging limp at his sides, slowly ran up Mark's hard body, feeling every muscle through the button-down, until they made their way up to his hair. He ran his hands through Mark's brown locks, running his nails lightly over his scalp.

Mark groaned and pulled his mouth away, his chest heaving and his breath fanning over Mikey's face.

"Fuck!" he growled out, his eyes darkening. "Be careful, kid. You're playing with fire. You don't want to get burned."

"Maybe I do," Mikey said, looking up at Mark with wide blue eyes and biting his lower lip, which was still swollen from being sucked on earlier.

"Fuck!" Mark growled again. He removed Mikey's hands from his hair and flipped him around so he was looking out the window. Mikey could see the people and cars below. He wished they could see him, too, so that everyone would know he was having the hottest interaction with the sexiest man in the world, but knew it was unlikely since the windows were tinted.

All of a sudden, he felt a bulge at his clothed asscrack.

"Do you feel this?" Mark hissed, gripping Mikey's wrists tightly. Mikey nodded frantically. Not in a million years did he ever think that he would be in this position. That Mark was actually attracted to him as well. His dick was hard as stone and he could feel it dripping, soaking into his boxers. "You did this to me." Mark moved so that his lips touched Mikey's ears. "You did this to me," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Mark reached to move both of his wrists to one hand and reached his other hand around Mikey's waist. He wrapped his hand around his cock giving it a squeeze. Mikey's knees buckled and he had to work hard to not cum right then and there. "And now, you're going to have to fix it. You got that?"

Mikey nodded frantically again. He pushed his hips forward, trying to get some stimulation from Mark's hand. Mark immediately pulled his hand away, causing him to whimper.

"Ah, ah, ah, not yet," Mark scolded. "Let's get you out of these clothes, first. Don't move."

He let go of Mikey's hands and began to undress him. First, he lifted off his shirt, running his hands all over his torso.

"Mmmmm, your bathing suit pictures on Instagram did not do your body justice." It took Mikey a second to realize that meant that Mark took the time to look over his social media page. That turned him on more, if that were even possible.

Next, Mark pulled down his shorts and boxer in one fell swoop, causing his dick to be pulled down and then immediately bounce back up. The fabric lightly rubbed over his aching member, and Mikey let out a surprised shout.

"Now this is the sexiest sight I have ever seen. Your ass is so full yet perky," he cupped a cheek, "and it fits in the palm of my hand, too." He bent down so his face was directly in front of his butt, and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm. You smell amazing. I must have a taste."

Mark took his hands and placed one on each cheek. He leaned in and did one long lick from sphincter to the top of his crack. This first lick made Mikey's eyes roll back into his head. He opened his mouth to moan, but no sound came out. Mark took that as his cue and delved in. He licked the rim of his asshole, treating it like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. He took breaks to kiss and bite Mikey's ass cheeks, and then immediately went back to feasting on his hole.

Mikey was a moaning and writhing mess, barely able to hold himself up with his palms against the window.

"Please, please!" he begged.

"Please what?" Mark asked, breaking away from his assault for just a moment.

"Please touch me, I'm aching!"

"All you had to do was ask," Mark said sarcastically. Mikey felt like he was going to burst and felt relieved when Mark reached around and wrapped his hands around his cock.

"Shiiiiiiitttt," Mikey groaned at the touch. Mark went back to licking his rim and began to stroke his cock. Mikey's legs shook with pleasure, feeling as though they were about to collapse. Mark ran his hand along the head of his member, and that was it for Mikey.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, OHHHHH FUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!! MAAAARKKK YESSSSSS!!!! DON'T STOP TOUUUUCHING MEEEEEE!" He exploded, his jets of jizz coating the window as Mark jerked him off and dug his tongue deep into his hole. He had never felt anything like this. In fact, he didn't know sex could be this good, and they weren't even having full blown sex yet.

When he finished cumming, he finally collapsed. Mark quickly caught him and held him up. Mikey breathed fast, his chest heaving as the afterglow took over.

"Don't rest now," Mark said with a chuckle. "I'm not done with you yet."

He picked Mikey up with ease and brought him over to his desk. He shoved everything off the desk, Mikey watching as paper, folders, and pens scattered everywhere, and laid him down on top. It was only then that Mikey realized Mark was still fully clothed. He could feel his refractory period coming to a close and his dick started to tingle as he anticipated Mark removing his clothes.

Mark did not disappoint, as he quickly unbuttoned his shirts, removed his tie, and shucked his pants and underwear. He looked even more godly with his clothes removed. Every muscle perfectly outlined, as if he were Thor being portrayed by Chris Hemsworth. Mikey slowly moved his eyes down Mark's body until he got to the part he truly wanted to see. His cock. It was bigger than he imagined. Long and girthy, but proportionate to his muscular, 6'2" body. Mikey unconsciously bit his lip.

"You've got to stop doing that," Mark growled, his eyes locking on Mikey's lips. Mikey watched as his cock twitched, causing his own to do the same. At this point, he was already back to full mast. Mark lifted Mikey's legs so his feet were on his shoulders, licked his index and middle fingers, and then placed them at Mikey's hole. His face changed from intense longing to concern in a flash. "Let me know if it becomes too much."

Mikey nodded and stated, "Just to let you know, I'm not a virgin."

This seemed to make Mark feel better as he pressed on. Literally. He slowly pushed his middle finger through the ring of his asshole. This didn't hurt. Not only was Mikey turned on beyond belief, but he was also used to having things this size up his butt. Mark's fingers may have been larger than average, a pleasant fact, but they were not penis-sized. He began moving his finger in and out.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he said with a groan. Mikey watched his cock twitch again and saw a bead of pre-cum form at the top. He wanted to lick that pre-cum. Maybe one day. His finger felt nice, but Mikey needed more. After a moment, Mark added his index finger, too, stretching him out. Mikey started moving with the rhythm of his fingers, enjoying the feeling of them inside him.

And then he was empty, replaced by the head of Mark's cock pressing against him. For the first time since this also started, Mark asked, "Are you sure you're alright with this?" He could tell the sincerity behind Mark's voice, and gave him a nod of reassurance. With one swift motion, Mark impaled Mikey to the hilt, pressing his entire penis inside him. Mikey yelped in surprise. His asshole burned in pain, but was also brimming with pleasure. He felt grateful for the one and done act, having always hated it when guys tried to take it slow. That always seemed to make it worse for him.

"Let me know when you are ready," Mark said through gritted teeth. "Fuck fuck fuck. But please make it quick. You feel so damn good." Mark didn't say it out loud, but it was the best he'd ever felt.

After an agonizing minute, Mikey nodded. Mark immediately pulled back out, leaving only the tip inside, and slammed back in. Mikey's head rolled back and he shouted. He felt amazing. That was amazing. He needed more. He was so full, but he wanted more.

Mark pulled back out again, and then slammed back in. He did it a few more times, Mikey moaning with every slam. And then he started pumping in and out rhythmically. Mark wrapped his hands around Mikey's waist, and Mikey gripped the edges of the desk to keep from sliding.

His cocked flopped with every thrust, slapping against his stomach. Mark leaned over more, and his cock began slapping against Mark's washboard abs, too. The contact gave him a shock of pleasure each time.

They stared intensely into each other's eyes as Mark continued to thrust. Mikey eased his grip on the desk and lifted his hands to Mark's hair. He ran his hands through it, scraping his nails lightly over his scalp. Mark stopped thrusting, closing his eyes and humming low and throaty. Mikey was beginning to realize that he had a thing for his hair being touched. He took the time to tease him a bit by squeezing his anal muscles around Mark's cock. Mark's eyes shot open, and he stared Mikey down with dark desire.

"You're going to regret that," he growled. He removed Mikey's feet from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. Without removing himself from inside him, Mark lifted Mikey up and slammed him against the window again. A thrill went through Mikey's stomach as he realized Mark was starting to unravel. Probably the dirtiest thought of all, he hoped someone could see him now that his back was pressed against the window. He wanted people to witness this.

With Mikey's legs still wrapped around his waist, Mark slowly pulled out of him, and, with all the strength he could muster, thrust back in. Mikey's vision went white as he experienced the most pleasure he'd ever experienced before. He screamed, not caring if anyone heard him.

"I hit the spot, didn't I?" Mark said, grinning from ear to ear like he'd accomplished the best thing in the world. Mikey had known the prostate was a thing, and that it could feel amazing when stimulated, but none of his previous boyfriends had ever been skilled enough to find it. But Mark just did. "I'm going to hit it again and again until you're putty in my hands, you got that?"

All Mikey could do was nod. Mark pulled out again and thrust back in, making him see white again. And he just kept going, his thrusts getting harder, faster, more erratic.

"Oh gaaaawwwwd," Mikey moaned pathetically. "It feeeellllsss sooooooo goooooodddd. Fuuuuuuckkk meeeeee."

Mikey's body went limp in Mark's arms. His limbs felt like noodles, and his head lolled

back. Mark leaned down and began to lick and suck on his neck, adding to the pleasure.

"Pleeeeeassseee, never staaaaawwwwp," Mikey begged. He could do nothing but beg and moan. Every nerve of his body was on fire. "I'm g-gonna c-cum."

"Not yet," Mark grunted, his thrusts continuing to grow erratic. He drew back from his attack on Mikey's neck. With a shaky hand, he wrapped it around Mikey's cock, sending a jolt through his body. "Look at me," Mark said, but Mikey could barely hear him.

"I said look at me," Mark said more forcefully, stopping his thrusts. Mikey looked up at Mark with a whiny moan. Mark's hair was dripping with sweat, his face was red and wild looking, and veins were popping out of his neck. "I'm going to fuck you again, and you will cum when I say so, got it?" Mikey nodded frantically, his body begging for Mark to start thrusting again. "You will look me in the eyes the entire time." Mikey nodded his head frantically again.