description: paul is secretly in love with his oblivious best friend, michael. when michael brings up asking out a girl, paul finally takes control on the studio sofa, easing michael's sudden panic and religious guilt to guide him through his very first time.
pairing: paulmccartney!michael jackson thriller!era michael jackson x paul top!paul bottom!michael
warnings: sexual content(mdni) heavy smut religious guilt internalized homophobia inexperienced michael light praise dominance anal(michael recieving) unprotected sex
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the afternoon sun slanted through the recording studio blinds, casting long, warm bars across the carpet. michael was pacing back and forth with a notepad, humming under his breath, while paul leaned back on the velvet sofa with an acoustic guitar resting against his thigh.
"so, I was thinking," michael started, running a hand through his dark curls, looking down at his paper. "there's this girl... sade. y'know, the singer? I saw her near the studio gate yesterday, and she has the most lovely smile. I was thinking maybe I’d ask her out for coffee later this week? what do you think, paul?"
paul’s fingers froze on the fretboard. the soft, casual strumming cut off mid-chord. he shifted slightly, looking down at his hands, his posture going unnaturally still.
"oh? yeah... sounds nice, mike," paul said. his voice was tight, clipped, and noticeably quiet, though he kept his tone politely pleasant. he didn't look up, but his jaw set just enough for michael to notice the sudden change in the air.
whenever michael looked directly into paul's eyes with those huge, pretty, expressive dark eyes of his, paul's chest tightened with a warmth that almost made him lightheaded. a feeling he’d been fighting off for months. but right now, hearing michael talk about some random girl, a sharp, bitter jealousy pricked at him.
michael paused, misinterpreting the quiet friction instantly. in his mind, paul was acting quiet because paul must be captivated by sade too. completely oblivious to the truth, michael grinned a little, pulled up a stool, and grabbed a pen.
"wait… are you jealous, paul? do you like sade… too?" michael chuckled softly, misreading the room entirely. "look, if we both like her, maybe we should just write a song about it. like a friendly rivalry. 'the girl is mine'… for my new album thriller, what do you think?"
paul slowly lifted his head, his green eyes dark and heavy as he locked onto michael. the girl is mine. the sheer irony made paul’s chest ache. michael was so utterly clueless, missing the fact that paul couldn't care less about sade, he only cared about the breathtaking boy sitting right in front of him.
"yeah, mike," paul murmured softly, setting his guitar aside. "let's write it."
paul pulled the notepad into his lap, his pen flying across the paper as he drafted most of the track right on the spot. on the surface, the lines were about two men arguing over sade. but every word paul scribbled down. every claim of possessiveness, every declaration of love, was written entirely about michael, right from paul's perspective.
michael leaned over paul's shoulder to read over the draft. "wow, paul... these lyrics are really intense. you really want her, huh?"
paul stood up slowly, closing the distance between them with effortless confidence. he didn't look angry; he looked completely in control, amused and terribly intent.
"i'm not writing about her, love," paul said, his voice low, smooth, and laced with a deliberate, teasing warmth. "why run around chasing strangers when everything you need is right here?"
a strange, sudden flutter bloomed right in the pit of michael's stomach, a swarm of nervous butterflies so intense it almost took his breath away. michael's eyes widened.
his internal thoughts scrambled instantly into full panic. he was supposed to like women. he’d been taught his whole life that this—this warmth, this sudden heat rushing to his face while looking at his best friend, was wrong, sinful, unacceptable. God wouldn't want this. michael only ever did stuff by himself, in the dark, touching himself under the covers while trying to keep his mind pure. he didn't do this with men. he didn't do this with paul.
"p-paul," michael stammered, taking a hesitant step back, his chest heaving slightly. "don't say things like that. it's... it's not right. we're men. i like girls."
paul stepped right into michael's personal space until michael could feel the heat radiating off his chest. paul reached out, taking michael's trembling chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his face up. before his two fingers slid to his neck, his pulse point. "do you? because your heart is beating really fast, mike. and you're looking at me like you want me to consume you."
"i don't—i'm not supposed to—" michael's voice broke into a soft, breathless whisper. guilt weighed heavy in his chest, but the physical reality of paul being this close, smelling like cedar and crisp cologne, completely overrode his mind. he was entirely inexperienced, only knowing his own quick, rushed touch in solitude.
"shh," paul coaxes, his voice a commanding rumble as he gently backed michael up until the back of michael's knees hit the sofa. paul pressed a firm hand against michael's chest, guiding him down to sit, before dropping onto his knees right between michael's legs. "forget what you're 'supposed' to do. just let me take care of you."
when paul leaned in and pressed his mouth to michael's, all of michael's panic melted into pure surrender. the kiss was deep, possessive, and slow. paul took charge instantly, his hands gripping michael's thighs with a firm, unyielding hold, guiding his legs apart. michael parted his lips with a soft whine, utterly overwhelmed by the feeling of paul's tongue sliding against his, tasting him, claiming him.
michael trembled, clumsy and completely out of his depth, but paul took over seamlessly. his hands moved up to the button of michael's trousers, flicking it open with practiced ease.
"paul, wait, i—i don't know how—" michael whispered against his lips, frantic and flushed.
"you don't have to do a thing, love," paul murmured against his neck, nipping gently at his skin, making michael arch his back with a helpless gasp. "just stay still and let me have you. good boy."
paul pushed michael's trousers and briefs down together, exposing him to the cool air of the room before wrapping a warm, dry palm around michael's fully hard length. michael choked on a sob at the sheer intensity of the touch. it was nothing like when he did it himself; paul’s grip was firm, steady, and mercilessly skillful. paul stroked him rhythmically, his thumb sliding over the sensitive tip, gathering the slick beaded there.
"look at you," paul hummed approvingly, watching michael's face twist in helpless pleasure. "so sensitive for me."
"ah!... paul, please," michael begged, his fingers tangling into paul's brown hair, pulling him closer even as his mind whispered that he shouldn't be doing this. but the guilt was completely eclipsed by the overwhelming need paul was building inside him.
paul didn't make him wait. he coated his fingers thoroughly with his own saliva and glided a slick fingertip against michael's tight, untouched entrance. michael gasped, shocking at the sensation, writhing back against the velvet cushions.
"shh, open up for me, mike. relax," paul commanded softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. he pressed inside, slowly stretching him, his thumb continuing to stroke michael's length in slow, agonizing circles.
michael buried his face in paul's shoulder, whimpering as paul added a second finger, scissoring them gently inside him until michael's breath hitched on a sudden, sharp jolt of raw pleasure.
"there it is," paul purred into his ear, feeling michael melt around him.
paul pulled back just long enough to undo his own trousers, freeing his rigid, heavy length. he aligned himself with michael's entrance, gripping michael's smooth hips tightly to keep him grounded.
"watch me, mike. open those pretty eyes and look at me," paul demanded softly.
michael forced his eyes open, tear-rimmed and blown wide with dark desire, locking onto paul's. paul pushed in slowly, filling him completely in one long, deliberate stroke. a loud, high-pitched gasp escaped michael's throat, his hands gripping paul's shoulders desperately as his body tightened around paul's thick warmth.
"god, you feel incredible," paul groaned, his calm composure finally cracking into pure, primal desire.
paul began to move, pulling back almost all the way before plunging deep into him again. the rhythm was relentless and commanding. every time paul bottomed out, he hit that unbelievable spot inside michael, making michael cry out his name, entirely undone. michael was completely submissive beneath him, tossing his head back as paul used his hips to leverage deeper, harder thrusts.
"paul!..paul!" michael sobbed out, lost in the sheer overload of sensation. the guilt was gone, replaced entirely by the friction of paul's skin against his, the wet sound of their bodies meeting, and the intense, possessive look in paul's eyes.
"that's it, love, give it all to me," paul growled, picking up the pace, his thumb coming around to press hard against the base of michael's shaft with every deep thrust.
it took only a few more heavy, deep drives of paul's hips. the intense pleasure coiled so tight in michael's gut that it exploded, sending waves of heat crashing through his whole body. michael spilled across his own stomach with a desperate, breathless cry, his internal walls clamping tight around paul's cock.
michael's tight warmth surging around him threw paul over the edge. with a low, guttural groan, paul buried himself as deep as he could go and came inside him, his body shuddering against michael's as he held him pinned tightly to the cushions.
for a long time, the only sound in the studio was their heavy, ragged breathing. paul slowly pulled out and collapsed forward, resting his forehead against michael's, his hands gently brushing sweat-slicked curls from michael's face.
"see?" paul whispered softly, kissing michael's temple while michael's chest continued to heave. "nothing to be scared of."
michael blinked up at him through heavy eyelids, completely spent, feeling a deep, quiet warmth settle where the panic used to be. he pulled paul down against his chest, hiding his face in paul's neck, silent, completely his.
michael lay pressed beneath him, his dark curls scattered across the velvet cushions as his chest rose and fell in short, shallow gasps. his eyes were glossy, hazy with heavy pleasure, still trembling from how intense it all had been.
paul didn't pull away. he stayed hovering over him, resting his weight on his forearms, keeping michael comfortably pinned beneath his body. he reached up, using his thumb to gently wipe away a stray tear from the corner of michael's eye before trailing his fingers down to trace michael's swollen lips.
"look at you," paul murmured softly, his voice thick and deep with satisfaction. "you did so good for me, mike. so beautiful."
michael shifted slightly, a soft whine catching in his throat as the quiet in the room let a tiny flicker of doubt creep back in. "paul... i... what are we going to do? this is... it's not supposed to—"
"shh," paul cut him off gently, but with a quiet, undeniable authority that instantly stilled michael's rambling thoughts. paul leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against michael's jawline, making him shiver. "don't start panicking. look at me, baby."
michael forced his heavy eyelids open, locking into paul's steady, intense green-hazel eyes.
"there's nothing wrong with this," paul said, his voice low and completely in charge, leaving zero room for michael to argue. "you belong right here with me. you don't need to worry about anyone else, or what anyone thinks. i've got you. understand?"
michael swallowed hard, feeling the steady warmth of paul's hand sliding up to rest against the side of his neck, thumb resting lightly over his racing pulse. the sheer comfort of paul's dominance washed over him, completely melting away the religious guilt before it could take root.
"i... i understand," michael whispered, his voice trembling as he relaxed into the touch. "i'm yours, paul."
"that's my boy," paul purred, a soft, possessive smile touching his lips.
he pulled back just enough to carefully fix their clothes, then gathered michael up into his arms, pulling him flush against his chest as he sat back on the sofa. michael immediately buried his face into the crook of paul's neck, breathing in his familiar scent, his hands loosely clutching the front of paul's shirt.
paul wrapped his arms tightly around michael's shoulders, resting his chin on top of dark curls and gently stroking his back.
"no more talking about other girls," paul hummed softly against his hair, his voice laced with that quiet, protective warmth. "you're safe with me, mike. i've got you."
michael let out a soft, shaky breath, burying his face deeper into the crook of paul's neck. he closed his eyes and nodded, his fingers lightly gripping the fabric of paul's shirt. silent, warm, and entirely content to stay right where he was.
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