a/n) @brainstormbby i saw your community post & thought.. "i have a concept like that in my drafts" SOO i worked on it.. though releasing it kinda late
Warnings: smut, hand kink, friends to fwb, mdom, slightly cocky michael?, mutual pining, slightly proofread
Michael was an extremely expressive person. You would often prod and tease him, saying he couldn't hide his emotions if his life counted on it. His eyes— wide and expressive—told a story, lighting up when he was ecstatic as they were right now. Being his best friend of ten years: you'd seen it all. His growth into adulthood as a star, the loneliness that came from within, gnawing at his soul from the lack of a true partner—one without ill intent.
And now, lying in the patches of grass in a bright meadow that you two had mysteriously found on a random Sunday, he spoke with true enthusiasm recalling a moment of the past (somewhere he tried not to dwell) where he and his brothers had gone on a mini adventure in the hot Summer heat of Encino.
"And Marlon," Michael laughed, sweet and melodic, the punchline seemingly too hilarious for him to get out without being humoured. You laughed with him, his laugh addictive and easy to get lost in. These moments were rare- sure he always made time to see you, but he was constantly busy.
A workaholic and a perfectionist, a dangerous combination.
Ironically, this was a stolen moment, during a break between press promotion for "Bad" and a studio session. He insisted on seeing you, convincing Frank it would be quick.
Well it was quick, two hours quick.
Michael continued, knocking you from your brief thoughts. "His crazy self being the smooth-talker he is decided to bribe the store owner to let us out back! There was a mob formin' outside and we did not want to be in the midst! The owner shook her head and laughed and just let us out back without taking our money. We were so grateful."
You nod, eyes dropping from his mouth towards his hands and back up again. His words never faltered, now ranting about some girl that made it past their security at the time. Whatever he said went in one ear and out the other, his wild gesturing being the main focus of your attention. When you first arrived at the sprawling meadow you sprinted around, chased each other, simply had fun. You always seemed to bring out the big kid in him. But as the minutes ticked by, you two decided to lay on the bright green grass, mirroring each other with your hands behind your head, relaxing.
Now Michael who sat up partially, had one hand on his knee lifting ever so often to exclaim his words or motion something out. His other hand braced behind him, supporting his weight as he leaned back, unintentially flexing his fingers and grasping the itchy green threads of land.
You still laid though now shifted in position, one hand behind your head as you faced him laying on your side, funnily looking like his Thriller album cover.
His security stood a great distance away yet still present—far enough where they couldn't hear Michael's conversation, something he'd requested of them before, but close enough to secure the perimeter, ensuring he stayed protected through and through.
He stood quickly, agility his speciality, and raised his hand again, you completely tuned everything out. He was mimicking on of his rehearsal performances, his middle and ring finger flicking quickly as he rolled his hips in a rhythmic motion, pelvis bucking to an imaginary beat. Your eyes widening before you could stop it, a wave of heat rushing over your skin. It wasn't the summer sun, and that was for sure.
It was him. A striking feeling you'd felt before, but never with him.
Your mind drifted and you couldn't help but wonder what those fingers looked like doing those exact same motions but inside of you. Pumping in and out until you were breathless, needy, until you needed more. Until his fingers weren't enough. His other hand gripping your thigh, grounding you, his own arousal growing stiff within the confines of his trousers.
He didn't seem to notice at first, plopping down next to you, and instantly transforming into your best friend again.
That was until his eyes met yours, eyes running over your face in the observant way only he could. Then he exhaled, a knowing glint in his eyes.
"Did you hear me?" Michael tilted his head, amusement playing on his lips.
"Uh-yeah." You nod, your body language betraying your words. You shifted slightly, scooting a half inch apart. When he sat down he'd gotten so close, you could feel his breath on your skin, coming out in small breathless spurts from his mock performance.
Michael ignores this, shifting as well and keeping the distance between you two minimal. "What did I say then?"
His voice drops slightly as he continued. "Tell me."
He watches you stammer again, trying to find your words, lip catching between his teeth biting his bottom lip in a way he knew drove the girls crazy.
You swallow. "Another Part of Me."
"What about it?" Michael challenges, head still slightly tilted as he questioned you, who currently was reaching over to his aviators on the grass fiddling with the temples.
You sigh, almost scared to meet his eyes. He could always read you, always knew what you were thinking. That thought terrified you. Overcome with the sudden realization of your attraction to him and those fucking fingers, you didnt know whether to admit you weren't listening or make up a lie from the bits and pieces of what you had heard him say.
"I don't know, man, is this an interview or somethin'? " You nudge him, trying to break the charged atmosphere.
If anything this sprawled him on, his eyes following your lingering gaze which had now dropped to his hands again.
"Y/N," He called out, his thumb hooking under your chin to lift your gaze. "Talk to me, pretty girl." He murmured.
He'd always called you pretty.
You'd always called him handsome.
This wasn't anything new. You two were friends for a decade, of course a few compliments here and there never hurt. But this—this was different, heavy with the weight of the moment and unspoken tension. Your earlier thoughts had left your underwear damp, cunt tingling in anticipation of something you weren't even sure was going to happen yet.
"You like 'em?" Michael speaks up, his hand moving to rest carefully on your knee fingers flexing.
"Like what?" You ask, looking up at Michael through your lashes.
"Don't play naïve. I know you. My hands." His thumb begins to slowly move, rubbing the skin of your knee- slightly scarred from childhood affairs.
"What are you gettin' at Michael?" You ask, your voice taking on a defensive edge, though once again your body betrayed you, leaning slightly into Michael's touch.
"I'm inferring that you want to feel my fingers. I know that look. Didn't we have a talk about somethin' like this before? Kinks?" He asks, though he knew the answer.
The more you thought about it, this wasn't the first time you'd felt like this before. Not in his presence.
One late evening, you two were on the phone, debriefing your days of work well past one-o-clock.
Talking about your days wasn't all you had done though.
Somehow the conversation had transitioned into lighter topics; new hobbies, interests, and lovers. You had a new boyfriend at the time and he hadn't been satisfying you like he could be. Michael, per usual, wanted the details, eager to have a good ki-ki with his best friend. He didnt prod though, allowing you to tell the story on your own terms.
As you spoke, Michael let out a few laughs (where appropriate), and a few hums and nods of agreeance. He then asked an unexpected question.
"What do you think he could've done to make you feel good? You seem to like specific things.. what are you into?"
The question seemed to surprise himself, his face flushing as he turned from the camera hands covering his face. "Only if you want to tell me.."
You explained and he nodded, listening. When he told you back, you seemed surprised, but also nodded. The call concluded in a symphony of soft whimpers, the topic of such a lewd thing leaving you both aroused and touching your own bodies. Michael whispered sweet nothings, voice husky in a tone you'd never heard before.
It was as if the moment hadn't existed, pushed towards the back of your mind. You'd forgotten it up until this very moment. Maybe it was because when you and Michael saw each other again in person he'd didnt bring it up, nor did you.
So you labeled the interaction as a dream. A false moment that never occurred.
Now with him staring at you with this intensity, this lust, you didnt know what to expect. There were no phones between you this time.
"You're right.." You finally respond, voice quiet and retreating almost shy. "I do want to feel them.."
The corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk.
"Good.." His hands slid to the waistband of your shorts, already moving to unfasten the silver button, and pull your shorts down just enough. He caught sight of his watch. He still had his studio session.
"We're running out of time.." Michael murmured. "I don't wanna rush with you, but—" His breath caught, words dying in his throat.
"You soaked through your panties." Michael stated, eyebrow popping slightly as he rub his fingers carefully over your still clothed slit. "I won't make you wait. I have a feeling this won't take long."
Without any other hesitation, he snakes his hand into your underwear, finger slipping into your warmth with ease. Your back arches into the sensation, hips rocking against his slender finger. You moaned, looking down at where his finger pumped inside of you, he looked just like you imagined but better. Before long, he placed another finger inside, hands veiny and precise.
Long brown digits, slick with your want.
While you watched his fingers, he watched you, eyes glued to your expression cataloguing every spot that made you moan with pleasure. Finally, you look up to him, his brows furrowing in concentration, lip tucked between his teeth. But most of all, the way his jaw moved as if he wanted to use his mouth too but was scared to push you past your limits.
Your thoughts were overshadowed as you felt his finger circle your clit, hips now bucking enthusiastically against the pressure. "Fuck." You curse, the only word you could force out through your array of noises. You're hit with no warning as your orgasm crashes over you, hips still moving slightly against his fingers while you ride out your high, only now realizing you'd been gripping his arm.
He leans in, breath grazing your ear. "I think you could've taken another one." Michael wiggles a third finger before pulling back with a small chuckle.
You shake your head. "You're a teas-"
You barely get your words out before Michael's sucking his fingers clean, savoring the taste as if you were the best thing he's tasted all week. You shudder.
Michael looks back to you, expression of faux innocence. "What? I can't clean my hand?"
Your lip twitches before you both laugh. "Proving my point, you tease."
Michael's gaze softens as your laughter dies down, pulling you close and helping you pull your shorts back up. "So are we gonna have the 'what are we' talk now or later?" His voice was tinged with vulnerability, an unmistakable sound you'd heard from him on various occasions.
"We're friends.. friends who help each other."
Michaels gaze falls, grabbing his aviators to pull them back on and shield his disappointment. You catch his hand, shaking your head and taking the glasses from him. "Hey, look at me."
"You're a busy man, Michael. I like where we are right now. Progressing could leave us in a bad position. And right now I'm just not ready for a relationship, but that can always change in the future. I don't want to pretend I am ready either, then I'd hurt you. That's something I'd never want to do. Okay?" You explain, hands resting on both sides of his face.
He nods slowly, holding your gaze. "I understand." He slowly stands, taking your hand and helping you stand too. "We have benefits, we won't really put too many labels on it. I need to get to my session, and you should get home." A small genuine smile finds his lips. "But I want you to know I appreicate your honesty."
His voice lowers, hopeful. "Call you tommorow?"
"Always," You smile back, watching as he drifting back towards his security now turning in the direction of your own car. You smooth over your clothes and hair.
Once Michael was out of your line of sight you begin jumping up and down, silently screaming.
Your bestfriend of a decade just touched you and it wasnt a dream.
