Mikey smiled a little wider, "Yeah," and loped the few steps from where he stood to the bed, spilling down face first and wiggling his way up. Bob laughed a little, low in his chest. He went to the bathroom and wet a couple of face towels with cool water and then sat on the side of Mikey's bed, wiping his face down, then his back, then settling the towels over the worst of the damage. Mikey made a happy sound and sank deeper into the bed.
Bob, not entirely sure how awake Mikey was, whispered, "Mikey?"
Mikey shifted himself enough so that he could look up at Bob assessingly for a moment before saying, "Yeah?"
"What--" Bob wasn't sure he had the right to ask this, but then again, Mikey was the one asking him to participate in some form and not that Bob minded, at all or anything, really, but he thought maybe he should know some things. Things like, "What does it do for you?"
Mikey bit his lip for a second, clearly thinking. "Takes me out of my head. Safely. Not like-- Not like the other stuff. Does it-- Do you not like it?" For the first time since he'd walked in, he looked a little unsure of what he was doing, what he wanted.
"No," Bob was quick to answer. "No. I just--" Bob threw the face towels aside and lay down so that he was lined up against Mikey. Gently, he massaged at the skin of Mikey's ass. Mikey moaned, but it wasn't a displeased sound, not even nearly. Bob said, "There are other ways I could do that." He tried to keep his voice even, not allow any eagerness to show.
Mikey was quiet for a long moment and Bob forced himself not to tense in the expectation of rejection. Bob barely heard him when he asked, "Do I have to choose?"
Bob felt himself blink. "Um. No, I mean, no, no, of course not. No."
Mikey grinned then, and turned slightly to hook one leg over Bob's. "I can have whatever I want?"
"I draw the line at involving your brother."
"Oh, way to kill the mood."
Bob wrapped his arm around Mikey and pulled him in closer. "Bet I can revive it."
Re: Headspace, R, Mikey/Bob, part 4/4
Mikey smiled a little wider, "Yeah," and loped the few steps from where he stood to the bed, spilling down face first and wiggling his way up. Bob laughed a little, low in his chest. He went to the bathroom and wet a couple of face towels with cool water and then sat on the side of Mikey's bed, wiping his face down, then his back, then settling the towels over the worst of the damage. Mikey made a happy sound and sank deeper into the bed.
Bob, not entirely sure how awake Mikey was, whispered, "Mikey?"
Mikey shifted himself enough so that he could look up at Bob assessingly for a moment before saying, "Yeah?"
"What--" Bob wasn't sure he had the right to ask this, but then again, Mikey was the one asking him to participate in some form and not that Bob minded, at all or anything, really, but he thought maybe he should know some things. Things like, "What does it do for you?"
Mikey bit his lip for a second, clearly thinking. "Takes me out of my head. Safely. Not like-- Not like the other stuff. Does it-- Do you not like it?" For the first time since he'd walked in, he looked a little unsure of what he was doing, what he wanted.
"No," Bob was quick to answer. "No. I just--" Bob threw the face towels aside and lay down so that he was lined up against Mikey. Gently, he massaged at the skin of Mikey's ass. Mikey moaned, but it wasn't a displeased sound, not even nearly. Bob said, "There are other ways I could do that." He tried to keep his voice even, not allow any eagerness to show.
Mikey was quiet for a long moment and Bob forced himself not to tense in the expectation of rejection. Bob barely heard him when he asked, "Do I have to choose?"
Bob felt himself blink. "Um. No, I mean, no, no, of course not. No."
Mikey grinned then, and turned slightly to hook one leg over Bob's. "I can have whatever I want?"
"I draw the line at involving your brother."
"Oh, way to kill the mood."
Bob wrapped his arm around Mikey and pulled him in closer. "Bet I can revive it."