Michaels in Love (English)(BoysLove)

Chapter 16 - Season 1: The Secret Place

It was around 9:30 PM when Mike and I finally arrived back in Manila. I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep during the drive. I must have been completely drained from all the excitement of our date and the endless rides we enjoyed at Enchanted Kingdom.

I stirred awake when the car came to a stop in front of a brightly lit mini-stop convenience store. Blinking a few times, I noticed Mike glancing over at me, his face soft and filled with affection.

“Looks like my baby got tired,” he teased gently. “What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”

“2:00 PM,” I murmured, still groggy.

“Do you want to come over to my place?” he asked, his voice low and filled with a playful edge. I caught the glint in his eyes and the way he bit his lip—just enough to send my heart racing.

I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself. I could already guess what he was thinking, and the thought alone sent a shiver of anticipation through me. “Where’s your place, Mike?” I asked, my voice soft, almost a whisper.

Mike reached over and took my hand in his, his palm warm against mine. “It’s close by, baby. See that building over there?” He pointed through the car window toward a tall structure lit against the night sky.

“The one that looks like a condominium?” I asked, my throat dry.

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. I have a secret place there. It’s special, and you’d be the first person I’ve ever brought there. Even Liz doesn’t know about it.”

“Really?” My voice betrayed my curiosity and excitement.

“Come on, baby. You don’t have work until the afternoon tomorrow. Just let your Uncle Jerry know you’ll be out for a bit. I’ll drop you off at home by 9:00 AM before I head to work.”

I hesitated for a moment, but the way Mike looked at me—with those eyes that held both mischief and tenderness—made it impossible to say no. “Okay. I’ll call Uncle Jerry to let him know,” I said, giving in.

The grin that spread across Mike’s face was enough to melt me completely. “My baby Michael,” he said softly, “would you like some ice cream?”

I laughed lightly, the suggestion so simple yet endearing. “Sure, let’s have some ice cream.”

“What flavor do you want?” he asked, already unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Cookies and cream,” I replied without hesitation. “It’s my favorite.”

“Perfect. I’ll get mango for myself,” he said with a smile. “Wait here, baby. Is there anything else you’d like?”

“No, baby. Just the ice cream. And of course, you,” I said sweetly, my words carrying more weight than I intended.

Mike leaned in closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “I’m all yours, baby. I’ll be right back. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mike,” I whispered, watching as he stepped out of the car.

Even as he walked away, my heart was full. There was something so effortlessly romantic about the night—the way he cared for me, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in his world. I leaned back against the seat, smiling to myself. This wasn’t just love—it was something magical, something that felt like it could last forever.

Mike returned with three pints of ice cream—vanilla, mango, and cookies and cream. He also picked up bananas, ice cream cones, chocolate syrup, and nuts. My heart fluttered at the thought of us making banana splits together. Delicious, sure, but not as sweet as Mike himself. I couldn’t help but grin at the thought.

As we pulled up to the towering building he called his "secret place," I couldn’t help but marvel at its grandeur. We parked in the basement, and Mike led me to the elevator, pressing the button for the 18th floor. The ride up was silent except for the faint hum of the elevator, but my heart raced in anticipation.

When the doors opened, I was greeted by a sleek, modern hallway that looked straight out of a luxury hotel. But nothing could have prepared me for the condo itself. As we stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat.

“This is beautiful, Mike,” I whispered, taking in the pristine single-bedroom space. The living, dining, and kitchen areas were seamlessly connected, every detail thoughtfully designed. It was simple yet elegant, the kind of place that radiated comfort and warmth.

Mike mentioned he had just acquired the unit last week, and it still carried that new-home scent. Naturally, the first place I explored was the balcony. It was spacious, likely more than three square meters, with a view that took my breath away.

While I was soaking in the beauty of the city lights below, Mike was in the dining area, setting down the groceries. I barely noticed when he joined me on the balcony until I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. His embrace was firm but gentle, and the warmth of his body contrasted with the cool breeze against my skin.

The next thing I felt was his lips brushing against my neck, leaving a trail of kisses before he placed one tenderly on my cheek.

“Do you like my new place, baby?” he asked, his voice soft and filled with affection.

“I love it, Mike,” I said, leaning into his embrace. “Especially this spot. Look at the view—you can see all the buildings, the streets, the cars... and the breeze is so refreshing.”

“If you want, you can stay here,” he said, his words barely above a whisper, but their weight settled heavily in my heart.

I paused, my mind racing at the thought. “Uhmmm, Mike, I can’t. My mom entrusted me to Uncle Jerry, and I’m sure he wouldn’t allow me to live somewhere else without him.”

Mike sighed softly, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I understand, baby. I was just hoping. But promise me you’ll come here often?”

“I promise, Mike.” I smiled, turning my head slightly to catch his gaze.

For a moment, we stood in silence, gazing at the cityscape stretched out before us. The twinkling lights and gentle hum of the world below created a serene backdrop, but my thoughts were anything but calm. I wondered what I could possibly give to someone like Mike. I had nothing to offer him but my love.

“What are you thinking, baby?” he asked, his arms tightening around me. He must have noticed my lingering stare at a building in the distance.

“Nothing, Mike... just thinking...”

“About what?”

“About how big-time you are, Mike. And how all I could offer you is a cramped, hot place with houses so close they’re practically touching. I can’t take you to a fancy car or treat you to expensive restaurants... I have nothing to give you.”

Mike turned me gently to face him, his eyes searching mine. “Baby, don’t think like that. You have a big heart—that’s why I fell in love with you. For me, it doesn’t matter what you can or can’t give. What matters is that you love me. That’s all I’ll ever need.”

“Really, Mike? Because that’s all I can give you... my love.”

“That’s more than enough, baby. I’d rather live in a small, simple home with you, ride tricycles or pedicabs while holding you close, and eat at street-side food stalls as long as you’re by my side. Just seeing your smile fills me up. Sharing a meal with you, no matter where, makes it taste better.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his words. “You mean it?”

“Of course, baby. I’m not picky. As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy—no matter where we are.”

“You really are amazing, Mike. Even taking the LRT with you feels special,” I said, teasing him, though my heart swelled with gratitude.

We laughed, our shared warmth cutting through the chilly wind. But as the breeze picked up, Mike pulled me closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He turned me to face him, his hands cradling my face.

The wind whipped through my hair, and for a moment, it felt as if the entire world had stilled. His eyes bore into mine, filled with so much love it left me breathless. Slowly, he leaned in, and when his lips met mine, it was soft yet electric.

The kiss deepened, filled with an intensity that seemed to block out everything else—the wind, the city, even time itself. He rained gentle kisses across my lips before pulling back slightly, his forehead resting against mine.

“Come on,” he whispered, taking my hand. Without waiting for a reply, he led me back inside, his grip firm yet tender, his love enveloping me completely.

Mike kicked off his shoes and socks, settling at the dining table with a relaxed smile.

“Come here, baby,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Sit with me. Let’s enjoy this ice cream before it melts.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Sure, baby. Is your table sturdy enough?”

“Of course. It’s made from narra wood—it could hold five people standing on it if it had to,” he chuckled.

“Really now?” I teased, laughing softly as I untied my shoes.

Before I could get fully settled, Mike reached out, his warm hand taking mine. “Let me help you up,” he murmured, guiding me onto the table.

I barely had a moment to adjust when he scooped up a spoonful of mango ice cream and pressed it to my lips.

“Mike, really? Mmm... so good,” I said, savoring the creamy sweetness.

He smirked, leaning in closer. “It’s good because it’s from me,” he teased, his words melting into a soft kiss on my lips.

Before I could respond, he offered me another bite, his dark eyes locked on mine. “Delicious, baby,” I whispered, biting my lip as I gazed at him playfully.

“Is that so?” he replied, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. My eyes caught a trail of melted ice cream running down his finger. Without a second thought, I took his hand and gently sucked the sweetness away, never breaking eye contact.

That was it. His restraint snapped like a taut string. Mike kissed me deeply, and I responded with a passion that set both our hearts racing.

In a flurry of heat and longing, his hands moved to my shirt, lifting it over my head. I mirrored his actions, revealing his toned chest as his smoldering gaze burned into me. He eased me back onto the table, his touch tender yet electrifying as his fingers explored my skin.

Straddling me, he pressed his growing arousal against mine, and I gasped at the intensity. “Aah, Mike...”

His lips found my neck, trailing kisses that made my head tilt back and my eyes flutter shut. Each kiss, each touch, sent a thrilling jolt through me, leaving me breathless.

He kissed his way down to my chest, his mouth closing over my sensitive n****e. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue flicking and teeth grazing the hardened peak. My back arched involuntarily, and a moan escaped me.

“Ahhh... Mike... you’re driving me insane,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on me, leaving me trembling under his touch.

He paused only to flash me a wicked grin. “You taste so good, baby.”

His playful side emerged as he grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup, drizzling it over my chest. The cold shock was quickly replaced by heat as his mouth descended, licking away the sweet mess, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Mike...” I moaned, overwhelmed by the contrast of cold syrup and the warmth of his tongue.

“Hmm,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against my skin. “You’re sweeter than chocolate.”

The intensity in his gaze deepened as he reached for a spoonful of cookies-and-cream ice cream, placing it on my abs. The chill sent a shiver through me, but his mischievous smile melted away any discomfort. Slowly, he adorned the icy mound with crushed nuts and syrup, his eyes twinkling with delight.

“Cold, isn’t it?” he teased, leaning down to clean the dessert from my skin, his lips tracing a heated path from my stomach to my chest, neck, and finally to my lips.

We kissed deeply, the world falling away as we surrendered to the moment. When we finally broke apart, I gazed into his almond-shaped eyes, losing myself in the intense love and desire I found there.

“I love you, Mike,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.

“And I love you more, Michael,” he replied, his lips brushing mine in a tender, lingering kiss.

His hips moved, his hardness pressing against me even through his pants. Our breaths grew heavier, our moans mingling as the friction between us became unbearable.

With trembling hands, we unbuttoned our pants together. My eyes widened at the sight of him—thick, veined, and glistening with anticipation. My hand reached out instinctively, gripping him firmly as his pre-c*m slicked my fingers.

“Ahh, baby,” he groaned, his head falling back as I stroked him, my touch eliciting deep, guttural moans.

The air between us was electric as clothes fell away, leaving nothing but bare skin and raw desire. I took him in my hand, marveling at his heat and weight as I began to move, drawing out gasps and curses that echoed in the room.

His eyes burned with passion as he leaned down, his lips capturing mine once more, and we became lost in each other, our love consuming us like fire.

To be continued...