#mjforever

29 August 1958 - 25 June 2009

country boy i love youu

M.JACKSON BAD ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary: michael comes looking for you after performing.

warnings: suggestive!, crushing on each other, he’s VERY flirty, he acts clueless for two seconds.

a/n: hi guys! sorry for the little break mature era was supposed to be next but I’m still writing it 😩!

you were tidying up the microphones and sound equipment backstage, “baby?” you recognized that voice in your bones, it was michael and his new nickname he’s been calling you for the past few days. “oh hi!”, you turned around to face him a cord wrapped around your hand. he was panting hard, his curls were stuck to his forehead from the little droplets of sweat accompanying it. he embraced you for him to be so grimy, somehow he still smelt like the florals woven in his signature scent. “I was looking for you!”, he said very bubbly his hands now firm on your hips.

“kiss?”, you became flustered at his sudden question. you would be the craziest woman in the world if you declined. you pecked his lips as he pulled your body in damn near rubbing right on his. “I like your lip gloss, it tastes like fruit punch”, your thoughts jumped for joy at his comment. he hopped up and sat on top of one of the many empty wooden desks, grabbing his half filled water bottle of orange juice. “did you like the show?”, you continued your previous task turning off the remaining sound equipment. “I loved it, you always do great”, he grinned eyeing your body as you bent over to unplug a few cords.

“why are you so far away?”, you playfully rolled your eyes. “mike I know you see me working the job you’re paying me for!”, “I could pay you with something else”. you glanced over at him another grin planted on his face, “no but seriously come here.” you walked over, your body stood between his long legs. “how can I help you mr.jackson?”, “kiss me again.” your eyes widened, “please then I’ll leave you be.” you tip toed yourself, pushing your black heels down pecking his lips once more. “you look very pretty.” he fiddled with the neckline of your shirt, “is your bra purple?” you nodded bashfully. “can I just see the strap? I really love the diamonds on it.” you agreed as he slowly slid the left side of your shirt down, not too far but just enough.

his fingers latched themselves underneath as he brushed the jewels back against his thumb. “come with me after this.”, he said this so low you felt like you might have imagined him saying it. “um where?” he giggled, “where what?” you gently pushed his shoulder making him laugh. he adjusted your clothes back in place, “to my house I want to see a scary movie.” you shrugged your shoulders, “sure why not.” “can you stay the night?” you felt his big deer like eyes on you. “I can but… I don’t have any extra clothes.”, “that’s okay what’s your sizes?” you closed your eyes for the mere thought this may be a dream.

“michael…”, your heart was thumping so hard that you just knew he could hear it. his hands wrapped around your back pulling you in close as possible. you literally couldn’t get any closer he was being greedy! he looked around him for a few seconds, before running his hands down your body. “you could just..be bare nobody will be home I’ll wash your clothes.” your breath became jagged at his bold words. no matter how many times it happens, it’ll always surprise you when he’s like this. “are you sure?”

he put his hands in a more appropriate spot before answering, “of course I wouldn’t say that for no reason.” your stomach felt like a roller coaster going home with him was one thing, but the thought of you just in either your panties, bra or nothing? this is by far the most shocking conversation you two have had. “fine but… I’m covering myself with a blanket.” he laughed, “yes that’s fine I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” he reached for your hand to help him up. “no need to run this time we are going out the back.” you interlocked your fingers with his, you felt a wash of warmth and nervousness. he had you two walking around like a couple, knowing the crew could see you made you feel comfortable and horrified at the same time.

“do you want to come to my dressing room with me?” he said this still walking down the long grey hall front of you, still hand in hand but you had no way of knowing his facial expression. “oh.. um sure.”, he halted at the door turning the key into the lock letting you go in first. you sat onto the tacky green stripe couch. the room smelt just like his perfume very powdery, although notes of vanilla is what usually lingered on his skin. “there are some snacks in the drawer by my vanity.. I’m going to get out these hefty clothes!” he softly yelled entering the bathroom. you opened it carefully finding mostly boxed sour patch and m&m’s. you took one package and plopped back down on the sofa.

he returned in a blue button up and black pants. he took the box of candy out your hand, pouring some in his mouth. “hey!”, he giggled sitting next to you resting his head on your shoulder. “we should be leaving in a few minutes.”, you twisted one of his curls around your finger. “I’m excited I haven’t seen your movie room before.”, he playfully gasped. “really? you’ll love it!”, you heard a loud honk from outside the window. michael grabbed his set of keys off the table, before reaching for your hand. “lets go love”, he pressed a kiss onto the back of your hand. you two walked back towards the hallway leaving the venue.