Good Enough - Michael Bradley/Will Johnson, Michael Bradley/Robbie Rogers
Title: Good Enough
Pairing: Michael Bradley/Will Johnson, Michael Bradley/Robbie Rogers
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not real, all fiction. I know nothing about these players.
Author's Notes: For parka_girl. About 400 words.
Will makes you forget about Robbie, at least for a while. He reminds you of being in Chicago, those first tentative kisses when your mouth hurt because of your braces and you didn't know what to do with your hands. Living with your parents, going to a regular high school, and you think that's the best things have ever been. When you were almost normal and no one at school cared, or even knew, who your father was. Now the braces are off and you live on your own, but Will's the same as he was back then, and sometimes you think he's all you've really got here, the only one who knows what you're really like.
You think Will hasn't changed much since Chicago, but he's definitely a better kisser than he was. Or maybe it's you, but it doesn't really matter, because you're better together than you ever were before, and he kisses you hard when he can see that you're thinking about Robbie, and most of the time, it's enough. He pushes you back, on top of you on his bed, kissing you slow at first and then harder, intense and before you realize it, you're opening your mouth under his, kissing him back, and you might have loved Robbie, but Will can leave you breathless. You pull him close, fingers against his back and then down to his hips, pressing hard as he moves his mouth down to your neck. You'll let him touch you, fuck you, make you come, your eyes closed tight and your body pressed against him, and he makes you feel good enough that you forget to think. You forget to do anything else but move under Will, arching and grinding your hips into him, making noises you don't even realize are coming from you, and he kisses you hard and desperate, hand on your cock as you come.
It's after that's always the hardest part. He pulls you to him, and you settle on his chest, quiet and you try to stop your thoughts. Try to pretend for a while longer that you're happy here, this country, this town, this room. This bed, and you know you'll stay the night because it's easier. Will's the same as he was before; you know he'll always be there for you, and every time you stay, you wish a little more that you deserved that.
Pairing: Michael Bradley/Will Johnson, Michael Bradley/Robbie Rogers
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not real, all fiction. I know nothing about these players.
Author's Notes: For parka_girl. About 400 words.
Will makes you forget about Robbie, at least for a while. He reminds you of being in Chicago, those first tentative kisses when your mouth hurt because of your braces and you didn't know what to do with your hands. Living with your parents, going to a regular high school, and you think that's the best things have ever been. When you were almost normal and no one at school cared, or even knew, who your father was. Now the braces are off and you live on your own, but Will's the same as he was back then, and sometimes you think he's all you've really got here, the only one who knows what you're really like.
You think Will hasn't changed much since Chicago, but he's definitely a better kisser than he was. Or maybe it's you, but it doesn't really matter, because you're better together than you ever were before, and he kisses you hard when he can see that you're thinking about Robbie, and most of the time, it's enough. He pushes you back, on top of you on his bed, kissing you slow at first and then harder, intense and before you realize it, you're opening your mouth under his, kissing him back, and you might have loved Robbie, but Will can leave you breathless. You pull him close, fingers against his back and then down to his hips, pressing hard as he moves his mouth down to your neck. You'll let him touch you, fuck you, make you come, your eyes closed tight and your body pressed against him, and he makes you feel good enough that you forget to think. You forget to do anything else but move under Will, arching and grinding your hips into him, making noises you don't even realize are coming from you, and he kisses you hard and desperate, hand on your cock as you come.
It's after that's always the hardest part. He pulls you to him, and you settle on his chest, quiet and you try to stop your thoughts. Try to pretend for a while longer that you're happy here, this country, this town, this room. This bed, and you know you'll stay the night because it's easier. Will's the same as he was before; you know he'll always be there for you, and every time you stay, you wish a little more that you deserved that.