The fight for the last piece of french toast had gotten less and less innocent since Jamie had fallen on to their back. Jamie looked up at Mike, who was scanning their face for any sign of discomfort, watching as Jamie's eyes slipped down to his crotch and back up to meet his eyes, eyebrow raised. Mike had been Jamie's booty call for a while now and knew about them being pansexual, which is probably why Jamie makes this regularly happen since the two were good friends first. In less than a moment, Mike took further control and flipped Jamie over to straddle their hips, slowly running his fingers up their back.

His fingers were leaving them with a tingling sensation, reminding Jamie of that very reason why they kept going back to Mike; Mike accepted them for who they were. Giving them a feeling of belonging, and even safety. Growing up, life hadn't been the easiest, especially not back in school with how cruel kids can be. Going to a school where the colour white was the majority was pretty tough, but attending that same school that only believed there were two genders was even tougher. Dissociation became the norm for puny teenage Jamie, separating their surroundings from their thoughts and feelings, forgetting the person they were inside. It wasn't until a year or so after leaving high school, that they were able to look into who they were again; it wasn't until they meet Michael. 

That tingling feeling never got old… the goosebumps that sprang up along Jamie’s arms and legs, causing every little touch to send lightning bolts of sensation through their entire body. A small moan escaped their lips as Mike brought his head to Jamie’s neck. A whole new level of sensation burst within them, Mike knowing just how to gently kiss and trace his lips over the raised goosebumps to make Jamie squirm under him, as they had done so many times before.

A hand went into Jamie’s hair, gripping tightly. Securely. Jamie couldn’t help but bite their lip, shivers going down their thighs as their natural instinct was to arch their back up, pushing into Mike. What they felt made Jamie gasp. The low sound made Mike growl quietly under his breath, his body pushing, almost subconsciously against Jamie. Another moan escaped their lips, they supposed the french toast would need to wait as it sat half-off the plate at the far side of the bed.

Jamie arched their back, tilting their head back from the bedding they’d been staring at. Mike's grip on their perfectly-styled, mid-length black hair, which they had just had done not two hours ago, got firmer. Now tightly wound around Mike’s fingers, Jamie didn’t mind as their head was pulled backwards. Mike pulling it back as far as he knew Jamie would allow him without causing too much-unwanted pain and told them teasingly, “I hope you have your hairstylist on speed dial? I might be ruining the style.”

Jamie smirked at the teasing, not allowing Mike to see that, as they didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of enjoying it. Instead, they retorted, "At least I have one."  

Time to get the upper hand. With all their might, they pushed up on their arms with Mike still on top, and then jolted him off to the left. He was taken by surprise, disconnecting from Jamie and almost falling off the bed if he hadn’t grabbed ahold of one of the four posters. His head hung over the bed’s edge and Jamie was quick to crawl over. They sprawled their body over Mike’s, using all their weight to pin his arms at his sides, and for now, Jamie did have the upper hand.

Jamie licked their lips. In control, at last, they thought as they grinned mischievously down at the large Mike, smiling lightly as he allowed himself to be trapped. Oh, he feigned it well though. The mock struggles were just convincing enough that Jamie was biting their lip again. They had positioned themselves cleverly. Straddling Mike, knees over his wrists to restrict his movement but not to make him uncomfortable... not too uncomfortable, he supposed. Jamie’s hands moved slowly. Mike’s button-up shirt was suddenly flying open, revealing the muscles beneath. Tight, not overly huge, but still enough to stop Jamie’s breath as they ran their hands over his chest. 

As Jamie felt the warmth of his chest beneath their fingertips, they wondered why this was just a weekly occurrence and not something more. The pair had known each long enough, back when this blonde-haired, hazel-eyed, fitness major had first looked at them as if they were anyone else. There was no prejudice with Michael. Yet, Jamie couldn't commit. They were thinking about it all the time, there was no reason why the pair couldn't be together, it was just Jamie who held it back from happening with no pressure from Mike. He just... understood. Would it really be so bad if they let Mike into their life as an official role? Jamie didn't know. They didn't want to lose their safe and dependable friend, and risk Mike looking at them differently.

Mike exhaled deeply, he could never handle how slow Jamie went with their teasing and Jamie loved that. As their hands explored, Jamie’s head went down, trailing extremely light kisses down Mike’s jawline toward his mouth, biting his bottom lip as they started to move their hips. Tantalisingly slow. Grinding against that tenting of Mike’s jeans teasingly. Hands moving down… Mike’s breath catching… The smallest of touches and Jamie’s breath caught too, making Mike tense up all over. 

Instead, they moaned softly, mouth moving to Mike’s ear. “You know what you want…”, they whispered, voice barely audible. They didn’t need to elaborate. In less than a second, they were flipped over.

It didn’t take much. Mike and Jamie both knew that he was stronger, but he played along in order to please Jamie in that short moment, know the tables would be reversed again. The moment the faint whisper was heard, Mike pushed himself up, Jamie sliding back from where they were perched atop his stomach to his thighs. As Mike gripped the underside of Jamie’s thigh firmly with his right hand, with the other he held their waist, lifting them up as if they didn’t really weigh anything at all. He placed Jamie down gently on the bed, making sure they were comfortable, before lowering his lips onto their soft skin...

Which only left Jamie thinking about one thing and they said it aloud, "I never want to lose you, Michael."