Michael In The Bathroom Lyrics Novels & Stories

He wanted to feel Killian's tongue tease him, kneeling in front of him and watching him, until he took him in his mouth entirely. Michael began moving his hand faster around himself, the entire time thinking of Killian, of running his hands through the thick black strands, and after only a few thrusts, Michael felt the hot liquid spill and trickle between his fingers to mix with the water still running. Michael ran his hand up and down a few more times and let go of his empty cock. He planted both his palms on the tiles, blinking the water away. "I'm sick and this sucks so fucking bad." He said out loud in his empty bathroom, his voice dying out with the sound of the water still running.

“Flexy, do not let her speak. She would mess with your head and manipulate so that you would feel lost. I’m gonna come back here as soon as possible but I need a moment to look around and see how things are.” They were sitting on the bathroom floor ignoring the coldness coming from the wet tiles. Michael regained all his charm and despite the burning ground under his feet, he even managed to smile.

He could see the toilet ahead and continued towards it as the walls inched in. Boom-boom. Boom-boom. The roar of overlapping voices and engines diffused once Michael entered the bathroom. At least here muzak chimed, heavy on the synthesized violins: an instrumental cover of The Carpenter’s Top of the World. There was nobody around except for whoever sat in the last stall on the right. He dodged to the sinks and steadied himself, breathing in the stink of piss. Michael drew back the collar of his shirt to reveal the bandage on his skin. The gauze splotched red, and even though it couldn’t be the case, Michael could have sworn he saw it rise and fall, just as his veins had done. Something unde

I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to force the painful memories back down into the dark. Michael sat perfectly still in the steaming water, his broad shoulders glistening under the bathroom lights. Without even turning his head around to look at me, his deep voice cut through the thick fog like a heavy blade. "I guess you are that lonely princess from the tower, aren't you?"