After the fires before the flood, my sweet baby, I need fresh blood

[47redbirds]

Mike is a number of things. Secretive, oddly retentive about the chore wheel, Brigg's second-in-command, and smart as a whip. He also trusts Billy. Maybe not implicitly, but he does. It's been a while since Billy's first task, and while he still stays by Mike's side for the most part, the crew's beginning to respect him, too. Not just Johnny--Jakes had made a point to shake his hand after a particularly hairy getaway between him and the Chechens.

Mike starts drinking with Billy after a good run. He's damn good at pool and can hold his beer for someone who looks so straight-laced, even with scruff. Boy-band or not, the only personal thing that wound up causing a stir outside what they do is Mike punching someone in The Drop because they were harassing a girl. For a criminal, he's oddly well put together.

It's one o'clock in the morning when Mike texts him. It's nothing but an address to a motel and a room number, but when Mike texts it's mandatory Billy shows up. Another exercise, maybe. Another deal. The whole Graceland group had been very careful with Mike--most of the stuff he was a part in he either never got to actually see the transaction or it was far too minor. Not all the heat is off of him, it seems, but he's trusted. Mike trusts him enough to send him the text. It's the room to the corner, and it's run down and shitty. When Mike opens the door, it looks like he hasn't slept in days despite the fact that Billy was asked to get him out of bed since Paige wasn't there. He's also smoking, which is both disconcerting and never seen before.

There's something else, though, and it's not just his hair pushed back from his face. The white tank top he's wearing is spattered with red liquid, as is his chin. His hands are covered, even the one holding the cigarette while he exhales and lets the other in. It's blood.

Once Mike closes the door, it's immediately apparent why: there's a girl in the bathtub, the tiles covered as someone stabbed her more than a few times, and on the bed a man. What is probably a man judging from the fact that he's naked--his face has been mangled, it seems, by a rather large number of bullets to the face as well as a champagne bottle.

Mike takes another drag of the cigarette.

"Thanks for meeting me here."

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[47redbirds]

"I just think you're attractive when your hands are busy," He muses, and it would be a cold tone except he looks almost amused, peeling off the other's shorts as well.

It's not a lie at all. Mike had been incredibly distracted watching the there's hands on the wheel before. This is no different.

[heroeswork]

Billy lifted his hips to help facilitate the removal of his own before slowly dragging Mike's the rest of the way down. Billy had not noticed Mike's attention on his hands in the car, but he was often too focused on getting them out of one form of danger or another to pay much attention to where Mike's eyes were.

Once Mike's shorts were to his knees, Billy's hands slid back up to his hips, long fingers teasing over ever contour. "And just what should I busy my hands with, next?"

[47redbirds]

"Me," He says simply, and there's not so much wickedness as there is mischief in his eyes, enjoying those hands on his hips. Then again, Billy could touch anywhere and Mike would be perfectly content.

As it was he moves his mouth down on Billy's, not bothering to hide how much ferocity he had, how much he wanted Billy, right then and there. His own hand moved down Billy's treasure trail, stopping just short of the other's actual cock, still preoccupied with biting on the other's lip as he pulls away for more air.

[heroeswork]

Billy, however, didn't waste much time with such teasing. His hand slid easily to Mike's cock. Only once he was there did he tease. His touch was feather-light, almost ghosting over the shaft. Fingers slid with only the lightest touch over the head, more of a promise than an actual action.

All the while he kissed Mike back, seeming to not be aware of the fingers so very close to his own dick. He continued to trail his fingers over that sensitive skin, looking up at Mike with a soft smile as the other pulled back. "Like that?" He asked with a teasing smile.

[47redbirds]

Mike lets the slightest of murmurs escape from his throat, and he actually smiles into another quick kiss before Billy finishes his tone. Flirting, even while teasing him.

Yeah, they were going to get along fine.

"Not quite what I had in mind," He murmurs, and moves his hand down Billy's treasure trail a second time before finally moving to the other's cock.

His fingers curl around one side and his thumb the other, holding Billy's dick in his hand and moving his fingers up and down, more insistent than Billy, but not necessarily aggressive. He shifts, so his legs are apart and on other side of Billy, putting his dick against the others in an attempt to rub them together.

[heroeswork]

Billy intended to continue teasing, asking questions, trying to convince Mike to say what he wanted so Billy could act like he knew exactly what to do from the start. But Mike cut straight through all of that and got right to the point. More or less. Billy had to admit that had wrapped around his cock felt pretty damn good. And for a moment, he let himself enjoy it. His head fell back against the bed, hips rolling up against Mike's hand as he let out a soft moan. It was rare he didn't have to pretend his partner was doing well.

But then Mike shifted, and he felt something else, thick and firm, rubbing against him. It sent a shiver though him, and he let out another involuntary sound. He curled his fingers over Mike's, stroking both of them as he rolled his hips. It was subtle, the way he seemed to know exactly what to do. A minor hint that he may have done this more than once in the past.