Forbidden Pleasure

Chapter 19

(A/N: If [gay] sexual acts offend you in any way [although they shouldn't] then please do not read this chapter.)

The two men were lying beside each other trying to catch their breaths. Michael was struggling to remember the last time he felt so good, so warm, so satisfied.

"James, that was...I mean how-"

"When you really want to do something Michael, you make sure it doesn't slip away when you get the chance to do it. And when you can do it, you have to do it well." James' answer made Michael giggle.

"Since when are you so philosophic?" He turned to look at James, who immediately did the same.

"Since the night I let you go. Three days now." James smiled. "I felt...crashed, I don't know. It made me realize how you must've felt when Margaret le-"

"Yeah yeah I know..." Michael sighed. "It's a terrible feeling. I'm sorry for causing it to you."

He took James' hand in his and looked in his eyes, grinning innocently.

"I couldn't sleep..." He whispered. "My only companion was music."

James giggled and carefully came closer to Michael, their chests and stomachs still covered from their own liquids.

"You were not the only one then buddy." James licked his bottom lip before biting it and locked his eyes on Michael's parted lips.

Comprehending his willing request, Michael slowly leaned in and took James' bottom lip between his own, slowly moving on to his upper lip. James' breathing trembled once again as he caressed Michael's strong jawline with his knuckles.

Freeing James from his torture, Michael dipped his tongue in his mouth and moaned his name. James exhaled in Michael's mouth and broke the kiss giggling.

"We should contain ourselves. Not even 10 minutes have passed and you're up for round two?" James pointed at Michael's hardening member, twitching for attention.

Michael blushed and giggled, slowly getting up from the bed, his juices trailing down his body.

"I'll jump on the shower." James nodded and got up to stand next to Michael, looked at him and smiled. "What?"

"I'll jump on the shower too." He said and made Michael burst his shark smile once more.

"You're such a prick, James." He said while making his way to the shower, James following him.

Hot water trailed down their bodies, washing the remains of the intense experience they had away.

James hugged Michael from behind, pressing his erection on his right butt cheek.

"Happy to see me?" Michael whispered.

"Very. Sit down." Michael raised his eyebrow and turned to face James. "I said, sit down. You'll like this." Michael sat down on the cool floor crossed legged, his face just inches away from James' privates.

James squeezed some shampoo on his hands and slowly started massaging Michael's scalp, top to bottom.

Michael closed his eyes and moaned of relief. He needed this. He felt so relaxed and safe in James' promising hands. Opening his eyes to see James' growing erection twitching, Michael gripped it.

"O-oh." James jumped a bit, looking down at Michael.

"Don't stop." Michael whispered as James slowly carried on working his miraculous hands on his scalp.

Without a warning, Michael took James' length into his mouth, sucking lightly on it.

"W-whoa, Michael.." James closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, releasing a muffled moan and a curse that sounded like 'fuck'.

Teasing his tip with his tongue, Michael tempted James, who was now slowly thrusting into his mouth, his hands still on his head. Soon enough, James' sensations peaked, as he stilled in Michael's mouth.

Michael slowly released him and swallowed. He nodded slowly and raised his eyebrows. "S'not as bad as I imagined it would be. Salty." James was catching his breath and giggled as Michael got up to rinse his hair. He stood back and watched.

He adored this man. This glorious man that stood in front of him. Michael Fassbender.

Exiting the shower, Michael jumped in one of his shorts and lied on the bed shirtless with a magazine on his hand. James wore his boxers and lied next to him, placing his head on his shoulder.

"Whatcha readin'?"

"Bah, gossip. People think I'm lost." He said giggling. "I should tell them that James Mcavoy has me locked up in the finest suite of London, shan't I?" He said ironically as James smacked his forehead lightly.

Leaning in, James tossed the magazine away and straddled Michael, crashing their lips once more. Michael's hands roamed all over his back, as James was too busy exploring his damp hair.

The buzz of James' phone interrupted them. Checking the number on the screen, James raised his eyebrows.

"It's Bryan. I should get this. Hello?" James answered his phone.

"McAvoy! Finally. I've been trying to call Michael but I couldn't reach him. Where are you?"

"Hey Bryan, maybe Michael didn't check his mobile, or uh, he could be still sleeping?" James looked at Michael who waved up his battery dead phone. "I um, I'm at our hotel." James scratched his head.

"Didn't Jen tell you? I told her to text you. Shooting starts today! We're expecting you two on set."

"Shit." James exclaimed.
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(A/N) Hey you guys :) I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it. I was thinking of writing some Michael/James POV..should I go for it? Also, excuse the many songs I've been adding to the chapters, I believe that music can produce the right emotions for each part. Every book should have a soundtrack, right? And honestly, I can't write a single word without listening to music, so I decided to link you with each chapter's motivating track. :) I really hope my music taste is something you too enjoy.