on the road ⋆˚࿔ ⛟
— ᨳଓ . description; when a freezing bus lock-in forces you and your best friend michael under the same blanket, a game of truth or dare turns years of hidden craving into pure heat!
content: 18+, smut, bestfriends to lovers, thejacksons!michael, truth or dare, fingering, dryhumping, photographer!reader
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being the head photographer for the jacksons was a dream job, but it came with a very specific set of rules—mostly ones you made for yourself. the brothers absolutely adored you, treating you like the little sister they never had.
marlon was always stealin' your camera lens caps, randy would act like a total goof whenever you pointed a flash at him, and jermaine made sure you always had a warm plate of food after long, exhausting soundchecks.
then there was michael.
you and michael were the exact same age. you’d practically grown up in each other’s pockets, sharing secrets on tire swings long before stadium lights, screaming fans, and record deals were ever a factor.
you considered him your absolute best friend. but as the years rolled on, things shifted. michael had developed a crush on you that was as clear as day.
the brothers saw it instantly—the way his eyes tracked you across the backstage chaos, the way he’d suddenly straighten his posture when you walked in, the quiet, soft-spoken smiles reserved only for you. everyone knew. except you... or rather, you chose not to see it.
you weren't ditzy; you just kept yourself guarded. you were deeply attracted to michael—how could you not be?—but you refused to mix love with business. tour was complicated enough.
losing your best friend and your job over a messy backstage romance wasn't a risk you were willing to take. so, you kept him firmly in the "just a good friend" box.
until tonight.
the tour buses pulled into the hotel parking lot late into the freezing night. in your room, it was just you and michael, sharing a space with two separate double beds.
but as you sat on the edge of your mattress trying to upload the day’s shots, you realized your main camera memory card was missing.
you slipped your shoes back on. "i left the card on the bus. all of today's soundcheck photos are on it."
"hold on, it's real dark out there. cold, too. i'm comin' with you," michael insisted, grabbing his sweater. "you ain't walkin' out there alone."
the two of you stepped out into the biting night air, quick-steppin' toward the parked tour buses. for thirty agonizing minutes, you and michael searched on your hands and knees in the dark bus. shivering and empty-handed, you gave up. but when michael reached for the exit handle... it was jammed locked.
trapped on a freezing, dormant bus until morning, you both accepted your fate. there was one narrow cubbied bed with a thick quilt, and a small dining booth across the aisle.
"you take the bed," michael said right away, unzipping his oversized jacket and sitting at the vinyl booth with his songbook. "i'll be just fine over here with my music."
"are you sure, mike?" you asked, crawling into the narrow bunk and pulling the heavy quilt to your chin. "it looks freezing over there."
"i'm tough, don't worry 'bout me," he insisted softly.
within ten minutes, michael was hunched over his paper, his arms pulled completely inside his sweater sleeves, shivering so hard his pen was slipping.
you watched him from across the aisle, the quiet scritch-scratch of his pen failing to hide the violent shudder in his shoulders.
a soft giggle escaped you. "michael... it’s warmer over here. come lay down before you freeze to death."
he stopped writing, his big doe eyes blinking as he peeked out from his collar. "you sure? the bed’s kinda small... i really didn't wanna crowd you, sweet thing."
"just come on," you murmured, shifting your body all the way against the padded back wall to clear a spot. "stop bein' stubborn. you're gonna freeze."
michael offered a sweet, grateful smile, slid out of the booth, and hurried across the icy floorboards in his socks. he hovered at the edge of the bunk, looking down uncertainly until you lifted the heavy edge of the quilt.
"here," you offered gently. "get in."
he slid in beside you, bringing a temporary rush of cold air that was instantly burned away by his body heat. the space was tiny—so tight his shoulder was pressed flush against yours, his chest right there in your peripheral vision as he pulled the heavy quilt all the way up over both of your heads.
it created a dark, warm little cocoon, illuminated only by the faint, amber glow of the tiny reading light overhead. the scent of his perfume, mixed with the soft cotton of his shirt, immediately filled the tiny space.
"gosh, that's way better," michael breathed, letting out a soft, relieved sigh. his face was only a few inches from yours on the shared pillow. "you're so warm..."
you lay on your side, staring into those big dark eyes. the quiet hum of the dormant bus, the howling wind outside, and the sheer closeness of his breath made the air between you feel heavy and charged.
"since we’re stuck here for hours," you whispered, a teasing smirk playing on your lips, "we need somethin' to pass the time. truth or dare?"
michael blinked, a quiet, breathy chuckle escaping him as he adjusted the blanket under his chin. "truth or dare? jeez, what are we, twelve years old again?"
"come on, mike. don't tell me the big stage star is scared of a little game," you teased, nudging his leg with your knee under the thick covers. "i'll go real easy on you to start. truth or dare?"
michael squinted at you, a playful glint lighting up his eyes. "truth. hit me."
"alright..." you tapped your chin thoughtfully. "what’s the most embarrassing thing randy’s done on this tour so far?"
michael burst into a quiet, high-pitched giggle, hiding his mouth behind his hand so he wouldn't laugh too loud. "oh, man. easy.
he tried to do a cool slide across the stage during rehearsal in chicago and completely ripped his trousers right down the seam. jermaine had to throw a towel right at his face!"
you snorted, laughing softly into your pillow. "no way! how did i miss that?"
"you were backstage loadin' film!" michael laughed softly, shaking his head. "okay, my turn. truth or dare, pretty lady?"
"truth," you said proudly.
michael’s grin turned mischievous. "who’s your absolute least favorite brother to shoot photos of? tell the truth now."
"oh, that's mean!" you gasped playfully. "marlon. definitely marlon. he can't sit still for two seconds! every time i click the shutter, he's makin' a ridiculous face or stealin' my lens cap."
michael giggled, resting his cheek against the pillow, looking right at you. "he really does steal those caps every single day just to hear you yell."
"right? okay, your turn," you said, settling deeper into the mattress. the light playful mood was nice, but you wanted to push the envelope just a little bit. "truth or dare, jackson?"
"truth again," he murmured, his voice dropping slightly as he watched your eyes. "ask me anything."
"okay..." you leaned in a fraction closer. "who took that polaroid of me backstage yesterday? the one i caught tucked inside your songbook?"
michael froze. the playful grin melted off his face, replaced by a dark red blush that surged up his neck and flooded his cheeks. "i—you saw that?" he stammered, his long fingers nervously tugging at the seam of the quilt. "hey, that ain't fair!"
"answer the truth, mike. it's the rules of the game."
"fine..." he muttered, looking down shyly, his eyelashes casting long shadows in the amber light. "i took it. you just... you looked real pretty, okay? standin' in that gold stage light... i couldn't help myself."
your heart did a sudden, violent flip against your ribs. the air inside the blanket cocoon suddenly felt ten degrees hotter.
"your turn," you whispered, your voice losing its playful edge.
michael looked back up, his soft brown eyes searching your face. the nervous stutter in his breathing was obvious now. "truth or dare?"
"truth." you grin.
michael bit his lower lip, his voice dropping to a low, trembling whisper that vibrated right against your chest. "why do you always act like you don't notice when i look at you? you always act like... like i'm just your buddy."
the silence that followed was deafening. the wind outside seemed to vanish, replaced entirely by the sound of his ragged breathing and the fast, heavy thud of your own pulse in your ears.
"because," you whispered back, the words catching in your throat. "i was scared. i was scared if i let myself see it... if i let myself react... i'd ruin everything. our friendship. my job on tour. i didn't want to lose you, mike."
michael stared at you, his dark eyes shining with an intensity so raw it took your breath away. "is that the only reason?" he asked softly. "just... fear?"
you looked down at his soft lips, then back up to his eyes. the strict wall you’d built between work and friendship didn't just crumble, it vanished completely.
"truth or dare, mike?" you asked quietly, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm.
michael didn't hesitate, his gaze locked onto yours. "dare."
you reached out, your hand slipping up to cup the side of his warm neck, your thumb resting right over his racing pulse. "i dare you to stop bein' scared."
michael swallowed hard, his dark eyes flashing with a sudden, beautiful confidence. "i ain't scared no more," he whispered softly.
he closed the tiny distance between you, his lips pressing gently against yours.
it started as a sweet, hesitant brush—a quiet question asked in the warm dark of the blanket. but as you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, months of holding back exploded. michael’s hands, warm and trembling slightly, reached out to hesitantly grasp your waist.
gaining his confidence, he pulled you firmly onto him, bringing your body flush against his in the narrow bed.
the kiss deepened into a long, seamless makeout session. it was tender, deep, and intoxicating, filled with years of unspoken longing.
his long fingers tangled into your hair, holding you right where he wanted you, while you slid your arms around his neck, feeling the fast, steady thud of his heart against your chest.
every time he broke the kiss to breathe, he’d pepper soft, trailing kisses along your cheek, your jaw, and the corner of your smile, before pulling your lips right back to his with a quiet, needy sigh.
when he finally pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, both of you were breathless, flushed, and tangled up together under the heavy quilt.
his hand stayed wrapped snugly around your waist, his thumb gently stroking through your shirt.
michael smiled—a radiant, breathtaking expression in the dim amber light. "gosh... i think i like this game, baby."
the word slipped out of his mouth so naturally, so effortlessly, that he didn't even notice at first. but you did. you froze, a wide, teasing grin slowly spreading across your face.
"wait a minute..." you murmured, leaning up to nudge his nose with yours. "'baby'?"
michael’s eyes widened slightly, his cheeks instantly warming up all over again. "i—jeez, did i say that?"
"you sure did, jackson," you giggled, running your fingers teasingly through his dark curls. "getting comfortable, aren't we?"
michael let out a soft, shy chuckle, burying his face into your neck for a second before looking back at you, his eyes brimming with sweet honesty.
"well... i've always wanted to call you that," he whispered, his voice dropping low as his hand down your back. "ever since i can remember."
your heart melted right there in his arms. "oh yeah?"
"yeah," he murmured, his gaze darkening again as he looked at your mouth. "and we ain't done playin'. my turn. truth or dare, baby?"
a thrill ran up your spine at the sound of the nickname. "truth."
michael leaned down, his lips brushing right against the sensitive skin beneath your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. "truth..." he whispered husky, "when i pulled you on top of me just now... where did you wanna put your hands?"
your breath hitched sharply. you pulled back just enough to look at him, shocked by how smooth and bold he was suddenly bein'. "michael!" you gasped, your face burning red.
"hey, it's a truth!" he giggled softly, his hands tight on your waist, tugging you just an inch closer so your hips rested against his. "answer it for me, baby."
"i..." you swallowed hard, staring into his dark, hungry eyes. "i wanted to slide my hands right under your sweater. feel your bare skin."
michael let out a soft, shaky breath, his eyes widening slightly as his grip on your waist tightened. a slow, satisfied smile bit at his lips. "gosh..." he whispered. "okay. your turn."
you smirked, leaning down until your lips were hovering a millimeter over his. "truth or dare, mike?"
"dare," he rasped without a second thought.
"i dare you..." you whispered, sliding your hands slowly down his chest, stopping right at the hem of his sweater, "...to let me."
michael’s breath hitched completely. a low, needy hum escaped his throat as he grabbed your waist, pulling you all the way back down into another deep, breathless kiss, his hands guiding yours right up beneath the warm fabric of his shirt.
the room inside the quilt felt like an oven now, the freezing air outside the bus completely forgotten. the heat radiating off michael’s skin under his sweater was intoxicating, and the soft, needy sound he let out as your warm palm pressed against his ribs sent a shiver straight down your spine.
he broke the kiss just enough to breathe, his dark eyes heavy, hooded, and completely focused on your lips. his hands were firmly planted on your hips, keeping you pinned right where he wanted you. flush against his body in the narrow bed.
"gosh," michael rasped, his voice a quiet, breathless murmur against your cheek. "you... you're drive-in' me crazy, baby."
you let out a quiet, breathless laugh, feeling his heart hammer wildly under your fingertips. "your turn, jackson. truth or dare?"
michael’s thumb stroked a slow circle over your hip bone through your pants. "truth," he whispered, his eyes flicking down to your mouth. "tell me... when you’re takin' photos of me on stage... do you ever look at my mouth and think about this?"
you bit your bottom lip, a wave of heat rushing through your chest. "every single show," you confessed softly, sliding your hands further up his bare chest, feeling the smooth warmth of his skin. "especially when you sing the slow songs. i'd pretend the camera wasn't even there."
michael let out a low, shaky exhale, his grip on your hips tightening just a fraction. a slow, smoldering smirk spread across his lips—a look that was pure confidence, completely different from the shy boy who was shivering twenty minutes ago.
"my turn," you whispered, leaning down so your nose brushed against his. "truth or dare?"
"dare," michael said instantly, his dark eyes challenging yours. "make it good, baby."
"i dare you to tell me the dirtiest thought you've had about me since we started this tour."
michael froze for a split second, his breath catching in his throat. a deep, gorgeous flush flooded his dark skin, but he didn't pull away.
instead, he leaned up, his lips brushing right against the shell of your ear, his warm breath making every hair on your neck stand up.
"i thought about what it’d feel like to have you locked in my hotel room..." he whispered husky, his voice dipping into a low, velvet gravel. "...no cameras, no brothers, no schedule. just you stripped down in my bed, let-in' me touch you everywhere i wasn't supposed to."
a sharp gasp escaped your lips. you pulled back just enough to look at him, your chest heaving. "michael..."
"you asked for the truth, baby," he murmured, a dangerous, playful glint in his eyes as he pulled you back down by your waist. "truth or dare?"
"truth..." you rasped, your pulse hammering in your ears.
"where’s the most sensitive spot on your body?" he asked, his long fingers gently sliding up from your hip, his thumb lightly dragging along the sensitive skin of your lower belly just beneath the hem of your shirt. "where do you want me touchin' you right now?"
your eyes fluttered shut at his touch. "right there," you breathed out, your voice trembling. "and... my neck."
michael didn't hesitate. before you could even open your eyes, his lips were on your neck, pressing a series of open-mouthed, hot kisses right along your jawline down to your collarbone. you let out a quiet gasp, your fingers clutching tightly at the bare skin of his shoulders under his sweater.
"truth or dare, mike?" you whimpered,
shifting your weight slightly over him.
"dare," he groaned against your skin, his hands sliding down to cup the curve of your backside, holding you firmly against him.
"i dare you to kiss every inch of skin you can reach without takin' my shirt off," you challenged, your breath coming in short, needy hitches.
michael gritted his teeth, a low hum vibrating in his chest. he immediately pulled your shirt up just far enough, burying his face in the soft skin of your stomach.
he kissed your waist, your ribs, trailing hot, wet kisses up toward the bottom of your bra, making you arch your back into him with a quiet whimper.
"gosh, you taste so sweet, baby," he muttered breathlessly against your skin, his hands pulling you even tighter against his torso. he looked up at you through his thick dark lashes, completely flushed. "truth or dare?"
"dare..." you gasped, resting your forehead against his chest.
"i dare you to ride my lap," michael whispered rasped, his eyes dark and hungry. "sit right on top of me."
your heart stopped for a beat. without a word, you shifted, swinging one leg over his body so you were straddling his thighs, hovering right over his lap in the narrow bunk. the shift in position brought your hips directly in contact with his.
michael let out a harsh, sharp breath, his hands instantly gripping your thighs to steady you. "jeez..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he felt your weight on him.
"my turn," you whispered, leaning down so your breasts brushed against his chest, your voice thick with heat. "truth or dare, michael?"
"dare," he gasped out, his hands squeezing your thighs tightly.
"i dare you to show me how much you want me."
that was the final snap. michael’s restraint shattered into pieces.
"dare," he rasped out under his breath, his hands moving from your thighs straight to your hips.
with a low, needy growl, michael lifted his hips up into yours, rolling his pelvis directly against you through your clothes. the sudden, intense friction made a loud gasp fly out of your throat.
he didn't stop—he began a slow, agonizing rhythm, rolling his heavy weight against you from underneath, grinding his hips up into yours while his hands dug into your waist to keep you locked to his rhythm.
"michael... oh god..." you whimpered, throwing your head back as the intense heat pooled straight between your legs.
"tell me it feels good, baby," michael rasped out, his breathing completely wrecked as he thrust his hips up into yours again, the heavy friction of your jeans dragging against his trousers making him bite his lower lip until it was white. "tell me you like it..."
"i love it, mike..." you gasped out, your fingers gripping his shoulders through his sweater as you rode the slow, heavy movement of his hips.
he groaned at your words..a deep, chest-vibrating sound and pulled your head down to capture your mouth in a frantic, desperate kiss. he rolled his hips up into yours with more force, grinding hard against you, making both of you gasp for air under the heavy quilt.
the entire narrow bus bed shook softly beneath you as the game of truth or dare dissolved completely into a hot, continuous wave of pure, heavy friction in the dark.
every time his hips hit yours, he’d murmur sweet, breathless assurances against your lips—"i got you, baby... i got you..."—holding you tight against him as the freezing night raged on outside, completely forgotten in the heat of the narrow bunk.
the air inside the dark, heavy cocoon of the quilt was suffocatingly hot, thick with humidity and the rich, intoxicating scent of his perfume mixing with the sweet heat building between your bodies. outside, the freezing night wind howled against the metal hull of the tour bus, making the bunk feel like the only warm place left in the entire world.
the slow, agonizing roll michael was setting from underneath you was driving you out of your mind, but the narrow space and the heavy layers of clothes were making both of you desperate, restless, and completely undone.
you let out a sharp, frustrated whimper against his lips, your fingers tangling tight in the soft dark curls at the nape of his neck. "mike... please..."
in one smooth, surprisingly powerful motion, he grabbed you firmly by the waist, his long fingers digging into your hip bones.
he flipped you onto your back against the narrow mattress. you gasped, the breath knocked right out of your lungs as your thighs naturally fell open.
michael instantly slid right between them.
he settled his full, heavy length flush on top of you, his broad chest pressing firmly into yours, his hips fitting directly into the warm, damp space between your thighs.
through his trousers and your jeans, you could feel every rigid, throbbing inch of his hardness pressing right against your center.
"gosh..." michael groaned into your neck, his whole body shuddering as he felt your warmth beneath him. "jeez, baby... look at you."
before you could move, his long, slender fingers laced firmly through yours. with effortless strength, he pinned your hands up beside your head on the pillow, gathering both of your wrists into just one of his broad hands, locking them securely above you.
"michael..." you whimpered, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to roll your hips up to meet his.
"shh... stay right there, baby," michael whispered, his voice dipping into a low, hypnotic rumble right against your ear. "just stay real still for me. let me look at you."
he lifted his hips just a fraction of an inch and brought them down with a slow, agonizingly heavy roll, grinding his hard length directly against your sweet spot through your clothes. the sheer, relentless friction made a loud, pathetic whimper tear from your throat.
michael smiled against your cheek—a slow, sweet, utterly possessive expression. "look at you... so quiet and shy for everyone else on this tour... but makin' all these pretty little noises just for me."
"michael, please..." you gasped, your pulse hammering in your throat.
"truth or dare, baby?" michael rasped out, his hips giving another deep, rolling thrust that made the bed springs squeak softly beneath you.
"truth!" you sobbed out, your chest heaving against his. "truth!"
michael gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as he held your wrists locked above your head. "truth..." he groaned, his dark, glazed eyes searching yours in the faint amber light.
"tell me... when you see me on stage and i pull my shirt up... or when i slide down on my knees in front of thousands of screamin' people... do you pretend i'm doin' it just for you?"
you whimpered, arching your back into his heavy downward pressure. "yes!" you confessed, your voice breaking. "every single night! i pretend you're lookin' right through the lens at me!"
michael let out a low, dark hum of pure satisfaction, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline down to your pulse point. "i am," he whispered husky. "every single time, baby. i'm only ever lookin' for you."
he shifted his weight slightly, rolling his pelvis against yours in a continuous, agonizingly slow circle that made your toes curl.
"my turn..." you panted, struggling to catch your breath. "truth or dare, jackson?"
"truth," he panted instantly, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your pinned hands. "ask me, baby."
"tell me the exact moment you decided you were gonna stop playin' nice and finally touch me tonight."
michael let out a ragged exhale, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips kept up that heavy, rhythmic roll. "when you giggled at me shivering in that booth," he rasped out, his breath burning hot against your ear.
"when you lifted that quilt and told me to come lay down next to you. i walked over to this bed, and i said to myself... if she lets me under this blanket, i ain’t ever lettin' her go."
a sharp, breathless thrill shot straight down into your belly. "mike..."
"dare or truth, baby?" michael murmured, his tone dripping with soft, commanding authority. "choose."
"dare..." you gasped out, desperate for more.
michael’s dark eyes flashed with a smoldering, dangerous heat. "i dare you to unbutton my shirt," he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, velvet gravel. "use your teeth. and don't you dare close those pretty eyes while you do it. look right at me."
your heart hammered against your ribs. michael slowly released your wrists, letting your arms fall onto the pillow. you reached up, your hands trembling as you cupped his warm cheeks.
you leaned up, your dark eyes locked onto his, and caught the top button of his shirt between your teeth. you tugged gently until it popped free of the fabric, your warm breath brushing right against the bare skin of his collarbone.
michael let out a low, shaky gasp, his eyes darkening as he watched you work. "gosh, you're so sweet..." he rasped out. "so sweet for me."
slowly, agonizingly, you worked your way down to the second button, clicking it free with your teeth and pressing your lips to the warm, smooth skin of his chest. michael growled low in his throat, his hips grinding down into yours in a long, punishing roll that made you gasp against his neck.
finally, michael’s hand slid down, shoving straight past the waistband of your pants. his long, warm fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, finding the slick, burning heat of your center.
you let out a sharp, loud gasp, your head snapping back against the pillow as his long fingers cupped you, his thumb finding your wet, swollen sweet spot with devastating accuracy.
"michael—oh god!" you whined into the air, your thighs spreading wider for him completely on instinct.
"shh, open your eyes," michael commanded softly, his voice thick and gentle, yet entirely in control. "look at me, baby. i wanna see your eyes while i feel how wet you are for me."
you forced your eyes open, staring up into his flushed, gorgeous face. michael didn't rush. he began an agonizingly slow, light pressure with his thumb, just barely tracing circles over your warm skin, teasing you until you were practically begging.
"michael, please... move your hand..." you whimpered, rolling your hips up into his palm, desperate for friction.
michael smiled, a dark, fond little look in his eyes as he held his hand completely still, letting you burn. "truth or dare, baby?" he whispered, his hips giving a lazy, heavy press against yours.
"truth!" you gasped out, tears of frustration teasing your eyes. "truth, mike, just touch me!"
"truth..." michael murmured, his thumb giving one slow, firm drag right over your sweet spot, making you cry out softly. "tell me what it feels like when i tease you like this. tell me how needy you are for me."
"it's drivin' me crazy!" you sobbed out, clutching his shoulders. "it feels so hot... i'm so needy for you, mike! please..."
"that's my girl," michael rasped, his tone melting into pure velvet praise. "good girl for me..."
he finally increased the pressure, his thumb slicking your warmth all over your sensitive skin in slow, rhythmic strokes while his heavy hips kept up a steady, rolling grind against your thigh.
he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes fixed on your mouth as he watched every single expression cross your face.
"dare," you gasped out, your voice barely a breath as his thumb dragged across that swollen sweet spot again, sending electricity shooting straight up your spine. "give me a dare, mike..."
michael’s dark eyes burned down into yours, heavy-lidded and dripping with raw, possessive intent. his hips gave a long, excruciatingly slow grind against yours, holding his weight heavy on top of you.
"i dare you..." he rasped out, his voice dropping into a low, velvet gravel right against your ear, "...to put your hands on my hips, right where my trousers meet my skin, and pull me down as hard as you can. i dare you to feel how bad my body is shakin' for you, baby."
you didn't hesitate. your trembling hands slid down his broad back, fingers digging into the firm skin just beneath the band of his trousers.
you pulled him down hard, jamming his heavy length flush against your heat. michael let out a ragged, guttural groan into your neck, his whole frame shuddering as he felt the intense, seamless friction between you.
"gosh... jeez, baby," he panted, his hot breath burning your skin. "you're trying to ruin me..."
"truth or dare, jackson?" you whimpered, your heels digging into the mattress, your hips rolling helplessly into his palm as the tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter.
"truth," he gasped out instantly, his thumb tracing a small, firm circle right where you needed it most, making your hips jump. "ask me, baby... ask me anything you want."
"truth..." you sobbed softly, tears of pure, agonizing pleasure pricking your eyes. "tell me... what's the dirtiest thing you've ever thought about doing to me when we're alone?"
michael gritted his teeth, a dark, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he rolled his hips in a deep, punishing circle against yours.
"i thought about bending you over the mixing console in the studio," he confessed shameless, his voice dropping into a dirty, husky rumble that sent shivers straight to your toes. "with the door unlocked... pullin' your skirt up and hearin' you try so hard to stay quiet while my brothers were right down the hall."
a sharp, breathless cry tore from your throat, your thighs clamping tight around his hip. "michael!"
"truth or dare, baby?" michael murmured instantly, not giving you a single second to recover, his thumb speeding up just enough to keep you hovering right on the edge of the abyss.
"truth!" you panted, writhing beneath his heavy, loving weight. "truth!"
"truth..." michael whispered, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart stop. "tell me what it sounds like when you're alone in your room thinkin' about me. do you whisper my name when you touch yourself?"
your face flushed bright red, a loud, pathetic whimper escaping your lips. "yes!" you cried out, completely undone by his soft, commanding authority. "yes, mike! every single time!"
michael let out a low, victorious growl, his chest vibrating against yours. "i knew it," he rasped, his face flushing with dark pride. "i knew my sweet girl was thinkin' about me..."
he leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, breathless, greedy kiss, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth, swallowing every needy whimpering sound you made.
slowly, deliberately, his long fingers slid deep inside you, stretching you gently while his thumb pressed hard, fast, and relentless against your sweet spot.
"oh god... michael!" you gasped against his lips, your body curling upward around his hand as the sensation flooded every inch of you.
michael set an agonizingly sweet, steady rhythm with his fingers, pumping inside you with slow, deep thrusts while his thumb worked your center. he looked down into your eyes, his gaze overflowing with pure adoration, completely wrapped up in how beautiful you looked beneath him.
"you like that, baby?" he whispered rasped, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers curled inside you, finding every sensitive spot. "you feel how good you wrap around my fingers? so warm... so wet for me..."
"mike... please... it's too much..." you sobbed out, your hands clutching his shoulders, your back arching off the narrow mattress.
"shh, just let go for me," michael murmured lovingly, his lips pressing soft, worshipful kisses along your collarbone, your jaw, and the corner of your lips.
his hand worked faster, his fingers curling deeper into your heat, driving you completely out of your mind. "look at me, baby. tell me... you wish that it was me inside of you, huh?"
a breathless, helpless sob tore from your throat, your eyes locked onto his blown-out, dark pupils. "yes!" you screamed softly into the quiet space beneath the quilt. "yes, mike! god, yes!"
"that's my girl..." michael rasped out, his thumb pressing hard against your sweet spot while his fingers thrust deep one last time, driving you straight over the edge. "take it all for me, baby..."
the electric coil in your belly shattered completely. violent, rolling waves of pure, uncontrollable pleasure crashed through your entire frame, your tight muscles pulsing wildly around his fingers. your head snapped back, your heels digging into the bed as a high, breathless cry echoed under the quilt.
michael held you tight against his broad chest, his fingers staying deep inside you to ride out every single wave of your climax, swallowing your sweet, messy cries with soft, worshipful kisses. "gosh... look at you," he whispered breathlessly, his tone dripping with pure romance and devotion. "so gorgeous... so good for me..."
as your breathing slowly began to settle and the intense trembling in your thighs softened, michael gently slipped his hand out from beneath your clothes. he reached up, tenderly brushing a damp curl away from your forehead, kissing your temple with sweet affection.
it was only then, as you rested your cheek against his chest, that you noticed the heavy, rigid strain still pressing tight against your thigh through his trousers. he was completely unfulfilled, his breathing still ragged and strained, yet he was making no move to touch himself or fix his clothes.
you lifted your head slightly, looking up into his dark, soft eyes. "mike... what about you?" you asked gently, your hand reaching down toward his belt. "you... you didn't..."
michael caught your wrist gently, shaking his head with a sweet, tender smile that made your heart completely melt.
"i'm okay, baby," he whispered softly, pulling your hand up to press a warm kiss against your knuckles. "it's alright. i only wanted to tend to your needs tonight. just seein' you give it all to me like that... feelin' you call my name... that's more than enough for me."
he pulled you tight against his chest, wrapping the thick quilt around both of your shoulders as the wind howled harmlessly outside, holding you close and cherished in the warm, dark quiet of the bus.
the heavy quilt was pulled all the way up to your shoulders, trapping every bit of shared heat in the quiet, dark cocoon of the narrow bunk. your head rested comfortably on michael’s bare chest, the steady, rhythmic thud of his heartbeat serving as a soothing lullaby against the low howl of the icy wind outside.
michael’s long fingers were tangled lazily in your hair, his thumb stroking smooth, gentle circles against your temple. every few minutes, he’d press a tender, lingering kiss to the top of your head, whispering sweet, drowsy praises against your skin until your eyelids grew too heavy to keep open.
"go to sleep, baby," he murmured, his voice dipping into a soft, velvety rumble as he pulled you even closer, his arm wrapped around your waist like a protective shield. "i got you. i ain't goin' nowhere."
wrapped in his warmth and the lingering, sweet ache of the night, you let out a soft, contented sigh and finally drifted off, completely safe in his arms.
the quiet dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft, cool blue light through the frost-dusted windows of the dormant bus.
click.
the heavy emergency door handle at the front of the bus finally gave way with a sharp metallic pop, followed by the heavy thud of boots stepping onto the cold floorboards.
"hey! anyone in here? mike? you guys in here?"
jermaine’s deep, groggy voice echoed down the aisle as he walked toward the back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes after getting the spare key from the hotel desk. he strolled past the small dining booth, looking around for any sign of you or his younger brother.
when he reached the small sleeping cubby, he froze.
the heavy quilt was slightly pulled down, revealing you fast asleep, your face buried comfortably in the crook of michael’s neck.
michael’s arms were wrapped snugly around your body, his face turned toward yours, his dark curls spilling over the shared pillow. his unbuttoned shirt left his smooth chest exposed, right where your hand was comfortably rested.
jermaine blinked once. then twice. a wide, slow smirk spread across his face as he took in the scene.
"well, well, well..." jermaine chuckled softly under his breath, shaking his head. he leaned against the frame of the booth, crossing his arms with a quiet, knowing grin. "about damn time."
he reached out and gave the edge of the mattress a quick, loud tap with his knuckles. "wake up, lovebirds. tour bus leaves in an hour, and marlon’s already down in the lobby asking where his lens cap went."
michael stirred instantly, his eyelids fluttering open as he let out a low, sleepy groan. he instinctively tightened his grip around you, pulling you closer before his dark eyes blinked up and landed right on his older brother.
a dark red blush surged up michael’s neck instantly, his eyes widening in mild panic as he realized how completely caught you both were. "jermaine! i—we—it ain't—"
jermaine just laughed softly, raising his hands in fake surrender as he turned to walk back toward the exit. "save it for the breakfast table, little brother. but you better help her find that camera card before marlon starts digging through her bags."
as jermaine’s footsteps faded down the aisle, michael looked down at you, his face burning, though a shy, radiant smile slowly broke through his flustered expression.
you stirred against his chest, blinking sleepily up at him with a mischievous grin. "caught us, huh?"
michael let out a quiet, breathless chuckle, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. "looks like it, baby..." he whispered, his eyes glinting with a dark, romantic promise. "...and we still got a long way to go on this tour."
