Trouble Child

The first thought that came to Birkoff's mind was that Michael's bed was huge.

The second was that he was in way over his head.

He realized that he was trembling, and turned, looking to Michael for reassurance. Michael smiled and kissed him softly, then removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand. "Such big eyes," he murmured. Birkoff just gazed up at him, and Michael guided him to sit on the bed. "I'll be right back." Birkoff heard him rummaging around in the bathroom, and when he returned, he laid a tube of lubricant and some condoms on the nightstand by Birkoff's glasses. "So we don't have to stop later."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Birkoff said, nodding as if he did this sort of thing often. Michael sat next to him, bending to kiss his eyes, then his mouth. He moaned quietly into the kiss, arms slipping around Michael's neck, and when Michael's tongue slipped into his mouth, he tentatively met it with his own. He moved closer, pressing as much of himself against Michael as he could, returning each kiss eagerly and craving more.

When Michael lifted his head, his eyes were gleaming. "Si passionné," he murmured huskily.

Birkoff blinked. "Me?" He winced when his voice came out as a squeak.

"Yes, you." Michael rubbed his thumb over Birkoff's lower lip, smiling when Birkoff gasped softly. "You're going to keep someone very satisfied some day."

Some fledgling instinct took over, and Birkoff captured Michael's thumb with his mouth, eyes locked with Michael's as he sucked on it for just a moment. "Why don't I start with you, tonight?"

Michael's eyes widened just a bit, and he chuckled. "Wanton," he teased, the husky tone of his voice sending a pleasant shiver down Birkoff's spine. Only half-conscious of what he was doing, he lay back, and Michael smiled and stretched out beside him.

Michael bent his head, and Birkoff moaned as he began to suck gently on the sensitive skin under his jaw. "Michael..."

"Ssh." Michael kissed him again, trailing his fingertips down Birkoff's neck, over his chest and stomach, and fly, ly, slipping his hand under the borrowed t-shirt. Birkoff arched up into the caress, and Michael tugged the shirt off, tossing it aside. He bent to cover Birkoff's mouth with his own once more, hand sliding down over Birkoff's stomach and grazing lightly over his groin.

Birkoff gasped and pulled back. "If, um, if you keep doing that, this is going to be over pretty quickly."

"Oh, no," ael ael said with a smile, shaking his head. He pressed his lips to Birkoff's chest. "It will only begin."

Birkoff groaned, a shiver running through him as Michael's mouth moved to his left nipple. Michael teased it into tingling hardness with his tongue, then began to suck.

Birkoff cried out softly, wriggling against Michael's body, his breath fast and shallow. Michael was doing wonderful things with his mouth, things that made tension build at the base of his spine and turned his bones to water. His trembling fingers tangled in Michael's hair, and Michael glanced up with a smile before trailing his tongue over Birkoff's chest to the other nipple.

"Ohhh, oh, Michael..." His voice was little more than a whisper. He swallowed hard, eyes shut tight, rubbing his lower body against Michael without really being aware of it. Michael's teeth grazed over his nipple, and he squeaked. "Could...could you do that again?"

Michael chuckled, moving to nibble gently at the other nipple. "Whatever you like, Birkoff."

Birkoff shook his head. "Seymour." Michael glanced up at him in surprise, and he licked lips that seemed to have gone dry, trying to sound sophisticated. "Not really cool to be using last names in bed, you know?"

Michael shook his head, sliding up to kiss him softly. "Don't."

"D-don't what?"

"Don't pretend to be more experienced than you really are." Michael kissed his forehead, then gazed into his eyes. "There's no shame in being innocent. Treasure it while it lasts."

Birkoff nodded slowly, mesmerized by the intensity in Michael's gaze, and Michael smiled. "That's better." He kissed Birkoff deeply, then began dropping a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. His tongue darted into Birkoff's navel, then his mouth moved lower to nibble gently on the soft skin below. Birkoff's breath caught, and he leaned up on his elbows, watching with wide eyes as Michael bent to nuzzle his erection and mouth it gently. Even through the fabric of the warmup pants, he could feel the wet heat of Michael's mouth, and he fell back against the pillows with a soft whimper.

At Michael's urging, he lifted his hips, his breath catching as Michael removed his pants and cool air caressed his skin. "Si doux," Michael whispered, sliding his hands up Birkoff's legs and urging them apart. "Si beau."

"I'm not beautiful." Birkoff shook his head. "I'm not."

Michael reached up and la fin finger over his lips. "You are. Absolutely, incredibly beautiful."

Any reply Birkoff might have made was forgotten when Michael bent and kissed the head of his cock. He threaded trembling fingers through Michael's hair, moaning as Michael's tongue flicked out to catch the salty drops of liquid leaking from the tip. "Michael...Oh God, Michaelll..."

Michael's mouth descended, and Birkoff shrieked and arched up as his cock was taken into wet, sucking heat. "Oh...If..." He licked his lips. "If you don't stop, I'm...I'm not gonna last long."

Michael lifted his head and smiled. "That's the idea," he whispered, then lowered his mouth again.

Birkoff clutched the bedclothes with his free hand, his eyes shut tight and his body writhing almost desperately. "Oh, oh, Michael, please, please...oh God..."

The pleasure finally reached a point where it could no longer be contained, and with a wail, he surrendered eagerly. His release seemed to last for hours, and whe ebb ebbed, it left him dazed and trembling. He clung to Michael's hand, gasping for breath. "Oh, that was...oh, Michael."

Michael slid up his body, licking a path from his stomach to his lips, and kissed him deeply. Birkoff could taste himself in Michael's kiss, and he moaned softly.

"Beautiful," Michael muttered thickly, kissing him again before getting out of bed. As Birkoff watched, he undressed, casting each piece of clothing aside with careless grace. Finished, he returned to bed, lying on his side and pulling Birkoff against him for another kiss.

"Oh, wow, this feels really good," Birkoff whispered.

Michael nuzzled his neck and nipped his earlobe. "Oh?"

"Uh huh." He slid one hand between them, touching Michael's chest hesitantly. "You're so warm and so...solid. I like it."

"What else would you like, petit?" Michael's breath caught as Birkoff rubbed his thumb over one nipple.

Birkoff hesitated, then cleared his throat. "Um, well, you know..." He glanced up, color tinting his cheeks. "The rest of it."

Michael smiled and kissed him softly. "You want me to take you?"

Birkoff ducked his head and nodded. "Yeah."

"Thank you."

"For what?" Birkoff glanced up, his expression puzzled, and Michael kissed him again.

"For trusting me enough to give me this gift." He reached for the lubricant, popping the cap and squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. "Kiss me, Seymour."

Birkoff's arms slid around his neck, and as their lips met, Michael trailed one slick finger along the cleft of his ass. Birkoff moaned, arching against him and deepening the kiss. Michael found the tiny entrance with his fingertip and circled it before beginning to push inward.

Birkoff gasped, pulling back and gazing at Michael with wide eyes. "That..." Michael's finger sank deeper, and Birkoff's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping between his parted lips. "It...it feels good..."

Michael laughed softly. "Did you think it wouldn't?"

"I...oh God...I didn't know." Birkoff groaned deep in his throat, pushing back against each thrust of Michael's finger. "You wouldn't think it would, I mean, having something up there, but then again, people wouldn't do it if it didn't feel good, so I -"

Michael shushed him with a kiss. "All that matters is whether you enjoy it."

"I...oh...I do." Birkoff buried his face in Michael's neck, crying out softly when a second finger joined the first, and they brushed against something inside him that made it feel about a thousand times better. "Michael, oh Michael, please..."

"Almost," Michael whispered, seeking his lips again. "You're almost ready."

Birkoff groaned low in his throat, clutching Michael's shoulders. "I'm ready now. Please."

Michael slid his fingers out and rolled Birkoff onto his back. Birkoff heard the rustle of a foil packet, and caught Michael's hand in his own.

"We don't need that," he whispered, gazing up at Michael earnestly. "Section tests you every month, and I...well, you know..." He could feel himself blushing.

Michael nodded and laid the condom aside, reaching for the lube and handing it to Birkoff. "Get me ready," he murmured huskily.

Birkoff trembled, but he nodded. He squeezed the tube a bit too hard, and squeaked when the cold gel squirted out over his fingers and onto Michael's stomach. "Sorry," he said with a nervous laugh.

"It's all right," Michael replied, wiping the lube off with his discarded shirt. He smiled at Birkoff, taking the hand with the lubricant and wrapping it around his cock. "You know how to do this already."

Birkoff tensed, glancing up to see that Michael had, apparently, just realized exactly what he'd said. Before Michael could say anything, Birkoff kissed him hard and began to stroke him. "It's okay," he whispered against Michael's mouth. "It was your job."

Michael groaned into the kiss and urged him down onto his back, lifting Birkoff's legs over his shoulders. "You amaze me," he whispered, kissing Birkoff deeply. "Juslax.lax...it will be difficult at first, and it might hurt a bit, but I promise you, I will be as gentle as I know how."

Birkoff gazed up at him solemnly. "I trust you, Michael."

Michael didn't reply, but his smile was enough. Bracing himself on his elbows, he bent for a kiss, and Birkoff's breath caught when he felt Michael's cock nudging against him. Slowly, a little at a time, Michael rocked gently into him, and when he was fully seated, he kissed Birkoff softly. "All right?"

"Yeah...it...it feels weird..." Birkoff frowned and wiggled a little, trying to figure out just how it felt. "Kind of uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt." He took a deep breath. "Go ahead."

Michael nodded, his eyes fixed on Birkoff's, and began to move. The vague discomfort faded, and before Birkoff had time to process that, he was hit with a wave of pleasure more intense than any he'd ever felt. His eyes widened, and he clutched at Michael's arms. "Ohhh..." Each time Michael thrust in, the pleasure spiked higher, forcing little whimpers and gasps from him. "Oh, Michael, oh God...more...please..."

"Sssh, petit," Michael whispered against his mouth. He supported himself on one arm, sliding his free hand over one of Birkoff's where it clutched the sheets. "Just enjoy. There's no rush."

Birkoff swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like crying, though he didn't know why. He turned his hand to lace his fingers with Michael's, squeezing his eyes shut briefly against the threatening tears. "It...I'm glad it's you...I'm glad you're the first..."

Michael kissed his eyes. "So am I." He began to move faster, each stroke going deeper than the last, until Birkoff was writhing in need beneath him.

"Oh...oh God, Michael, don't stop...please..." Michael's eyes were half-closed, his lower lip caught between his teeth, and Birkoff felt a sense of awe, tinged with pride, that he'd been the one to put that look of pleasure on Michael's face.

Michael's lips brushed his forehead. "Si beau, mon petit," he whispered, and Birkoff realized that, at least for now, he really did feel beautiful. "Si beau, si amène..."

Birkoff felt the tears spill over, but he didn't care anymore. Clinging to Michael and crying out his name, he came in a warm rush that seemed to fill him, body and soul, with pure bliss. Michael's lips brushed his cheeks, kissing the tears away.

"C'est si bon, si doux..." Michael stiffened with a harsh cry, head falling back as he found release. Panting, he slowly pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to Birkoff, pulling him close so that Birkoff's head rested on his chest.

"Still all right?" he murmured, trailing his fingertips down Birkoff's face.

"Wonderful." He yawned hugely. "Better'n wonderful."

Michael kissed his forehead. "Good." He rose and went into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. He washed Birkoff gently and took the cloth away, then came back and slipped under the covers, taking Birkoff into his arms again. "Warm enough?"

"Mmhmm." Birkoff frowned as he realized he was on the edge of falling asleep, and tried to wake himself up.

"Sleep," Michael murmured, holding him close. "There's still plenty of night left."

Birkoff nodded slowly. "Never slept with anyone before...I mean, sleeping 'slept with'," he clarified, blushing. "It's...nice."

"Yes, it is." Michael nuzzled his temple. "Sometimes, it's better than having sex."

"Um, well, I'll take your word for it." He kissed Michael's chest. "Don't let me sleep too long."

Michael's amused "Don't worry" was the last thing he heard before drifting off.