Michaels in Love (English)(BoysLove)

Chapter 18 - Season 1: Me And You As One

I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the sight of Mike’s bare, glorious body. My gaze traveled to the throbbing arousal in his hand, its swollen tip glistening with pre-c*m, and I swallowed hard, my throat dry with anticipation.

Mike groaned, his voice husky and raw. “s**t… ahh, baby… I’m so close…” His words came in staggered breaths, his hand gripping and teasing his hardened n*****s, the gesture both sensual and desperate.

I studied every inch of him—his almond-shaped eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, the beads of sweat trailing down his smooth, defined cheeks and sharp jawline to his full, kissable lips. A trace of chocolate syrup still clung to his neck, mingling with the sheen of sweat as it trickled down to his chest and pink n*****s, glistening like tempting rosebuds.

His muscular arms flexed with every movement, veins standing out as his left hand worked over his slick, pulsing length. I followed the lines of his perfect abs, their definition so sharp they looked like they’d been carved by a sculptor. They were so inviting, I wanted to kiss and taste them like fresh, warm bread straight out of the oven.

His thighs, lightly dusted with hair, tensed as his pleasure mounted, the sinewy strength of his legs leading down to his calves and his perfectly kept feet. Mike was perfection—a living masterpiece.

Then, his moans grew louder, more urgent, filling the room like music reaching its crescendo.

“Ahh… Michael!” he cried out, his body trembling as his c****x overtook him.

I couldn’t stop myself. Watching him, hearing him, feeling the heat in the air—it all reignited my desire. My arousal surged again, standing proud and eager. I matched his rhythm, stroking myself in time with the rise and fall of his release.

I watched as his hand tightened around himself for the last time, the thick ropes of his essence spilling over his chest and neck. His body shuddered, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as the aftershocks rippled through him.

When his eyes finally fluttered open, they met mine, and I froze, caught in the intensity of his gaze. Without a word, Mike moved toward me, dropping to his knees. He brushed my hand aside, replacing it with his mouth.

I let out a sharp gasp, the sensation of his warm lips enveloping me sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. My hands instinctively found his hair, tangling in the strands as he worked with steady precision, his tongue teasing and caressing.

“Mike… oh, God…” I moaned, my hips bucking slightly as I surrendered completely to the bliss he offered.

With each movement, he brought me closer to the edge, his mouth never faltering. And then, with one final, perfectly timed motion, I exploded.

“Ahhh… f**k!” I cried out, my release pouring into him as he took everything, his lips never leaving me. He stayed there, his tongue coaxing me through the waves of ecstasy until every last tremor subsided.

I slumped back, utterly spent, my breathing heavy as I looked down at him. His eyes glinted with satisfaction, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips.

No one had ever made me feel like this—completely and utterly cherished. I knew in that moment that Mike was everything. He was all I’d ever need.

Later, we showered together, the warm water cascading over our bodies as we laughed and kissed, the intimacy between us deepening with every passing moment. Afterward, Mike prepared dinner—a beautifully cooked strip steak with blue cheese butter and toasted pecans. He even opened a bottle of wine and lit candles on the balcony, creating a scene so romantic it felt like something out of a dream.

As we sat under the soft glow of the candlelight, I couldn’t help but notice the small flicker of doubt creeping into my thoughts. Memories of Mike’s ex-girlfriend and the secret she kept with his foster brother haunted me, but I pushed them aside. This moment wasn’t for that. I wanted Mike to discover the truth himself, not because I told him. I wouldn’t let anything ruin the magic of this night.

After dinner, we curled up on the couch in front of his massive flat-screen TV, a space so cozy it felt like we were in our own little world. At some point, I must have drifted off.

When I awoke, I was nestled in Mike’s arms, my head resting on his shoulder. The soft brush of his lips against my forehead lingered in my memory, followed by the warmth of a blanket as he gently tucked me in.

Even as I drifted back to sleep, his arms wrapped securely around me, I felt his love in every touch, every kiss.

And in that perfect moment, I knew—I had found my forever.

February 7, 2012

The gentle clinking of dishes pulled me from my slumber. For a moment, I lay there, basking in the warmth of the morning light filtering through the curtains, until the aroma of freshly brewed coffee coaxed me to rise. I padded softly toward the kitchen, and there he was—Mike.

His back was to me, his broad shoulders moving rhythmically as he worked over the stove. The sight sent a wave of tenderness washing over me. He turned, catching my sleepy gaze, and offered a soft smile.

“Good morning, Baby,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep, yet filled with warmth.

“Good morning,” I murmured, my heart swelling. Mike had prepared breakfast for us—a simple yet loving gesture that made me feel so deeply cared for.

By 9:30 AM, we were ready to leave. Mike insisted on driving me home before heading to his office, even though I knew he was pressed for time. As we pulled up to my place, I saw the hesitation in his eyes, the way he lingered, as if reluctant to let me go.

“I wish I could come in,” he said with a wistful smile.

I squeezed his hand. “Go. You’ll be late. I’ll see you soon.”

He nodded, and as I stepped out, he watched me with that same fondness until I waved him off. I stood there, watching his car fade into the distance, already feeling the ache of missing him, even though we had just parted.

The hours ticked by, and by 2:00 PM, I was deep into my shift at the Food Express. Cleaning up the center tables had become second nature, my hands moving on autopilot. Then, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. My heart leaped with hope, but when I checked, it was just a string of spam notifications.

I sighed, tucking the phone back into my pocket. It had been hours since I’d last seen him, and I hadn’t heard a word. The silence stretched on, amplifying the absence of his presence.

I moved to the next table—the one Mike often claimed whenever he visited me. The memories of him sitting there, flashing me a playful grin, played in my mind as I began to clean. Then, my phone vibrated again.

This time, it was him.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ve been swamped with work. Haaay. I have an unexpected flight to Singapore this afternoon to meet with some important clients. I just left, and I didn’t want to bother you since I know you’re busy too. It’s only been five hours since I last saw you, but I miss you so much already. Take care, Baby. I love you!”

A grin spread across my face, and I read the message again, then once more, my heart swelling with each word. The distance between us seemed to dissolve for a moment, replaced by the warmth of his affection.

I turned back to the table and froze. Scrawled across its surface in ketchup were the words I LUV U MY BB.

Laughter bubbled out of me, soft and incredulous. My chest tightened as I traced the letters with my gaze, imagining Mike’s boyish grin as he left his little declaration for me to find. I didn’t want to wipe it away, but duty called, and soon, the sweet message was gone. Still, the moment lingered, etched into my heart.

February 8, 2012

By 10:00 PM, I was lying in bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of my bedside lamp. Mike’s messages from the day played on a loop in my mind—each word a tether to him, a balm for the ache of missing him.

Despite being in Singapore and drowning in work, he’d still managed to call before dinner, just to hear my voice. His care and effort were overwhelming, filling every corner of my heart.

“Don’t worry about me,” I’d told him, trying to ease his guilt. “If you’re busy, focus on work. I’m okay, really.”

But Mike had been insistent. “Baby, I just want to hear your voice,” he said, his tone light, yet brimming with sincerity.

How could I argue with that?

Even across miles, he made me feel like I was the center of his universe. His words were a lifeline, reminding me that no matter where he was, I’d always have his love.

February 9, 2012

The familiar din of Manila wrapped around me as I stepped off the LRT at Legarda station, the clock already ticking past 8:00 PM. The streets buzzed with life—jeepneys honking, street vendors calling out their wares, and the faint hum of conversations blending into the backdrop. Yet, despite the lively chaos, my mind was elsewhere, lost in a haze of thoughts and emotions.

On a whim, I veered into a small internet café tucked into the corner of a bustling street. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as I took a seat, the soft hum of computers and muffled chatter creating a bubble of quiet solitude amidst the city’s noise.

I logged into f*******: first, scrolling through notifications, responding to a quick message from an old high school classmate. As I was about to log out, my fingers hovered over the keyboard. Something tugged at me—a whisper of curiosity.

With a few clicks, I logged into Planet Romeo, a platform I hadn’t visited in days. My eyes scanned the screen, landing on a familiar username: niceguy87. I clicked on his profile, noting that it had been days since he was last online. A small pang of nostalgia struck me as I thought about our past conversations, the easy camaraderie we’d shared.

I typed a quick message: “Hi… How are you? It’s been a while since we last chatted. By the way, I have some good news—I’m officially with my dream guy now!”

Feeling satisfied, I returned to f*******:, but just as I was about to log out, a notification flashed on Planet Romeo. My heart gave a small leap—niceguy87 was online.

Almost immediately, a message popped up: “Really? Since when?”

A smile tugged at my lips as I typed back. “Four days ago.”

“I’m happy for you. And guess what—I have good news too,” he replied.

I chuckled softly, fingers flying over the keyboard. “Let me guess… You’re in a relationship too?”

“Yup,” came his swift response.

“Wow! Looks like it’s time for a double celebration,” I teased, imagining the grin that likely mirrored my own.

“Yeah, and here’s another thing—I’ll be visiting the Philippines tomorrow for a business trip with my higher-ups.”

The news caught me off guard. My pulse quickened slightly as I typed, “So… do you want to meet up?”

“Sure. I’ll be staying at the Diamond Hotel in Manila,” he replied.

“Nice,” I answered, my mind racing at the thought of finally meeting someone I’d only known through the glow of a screen. There was an electric mix of excitement and nervousness building in my chest.

“Are you free tomorrow? I’ll treat you to dinner,” he offered.

“Sure, why not?” I replied, the idea too intriguing to resist.

A pause lingered before his next message. “It’s funny, isn’t it? We’ve been chatting for so long, yet we don’t even know each other’s real names. What’s your name again, mikearcangel01?”

I smirked as I typed, “My name is Michael.”

“Ah, so that’s why Mike! Makes sense now,” he teased.

“Yeah, and what about you?”

“I’m Mikhail…”

A small laugh escaped me as I replied, “That’s a nice name! Mikhail is Michael in Arabic, isn’t it?”

“Maybe… Hehehe,” he responded playfully.

Curiosity bubbled up, and I found myself typing before I could second-guess it: “Mikhail, can I see your picture? I’ll send you mine too.”

“Oh sure, Michael… Just give me a second to find a decent one. Hehehe.”

The moments stretched as I waited, my thoughts swirling with anticipation. What would he look like? Could he possibly resemble the image I’d built in my mind from all our chats?

The air around me seemed to buzz with unspoken possibilities, a tantalizing question mark hanging over what was to come.

To be continued...