And Kane did not disappoint.
Stretched out over Miki’s body, Kane balanced his greater weight so he didn’t crush the lanky singer. Moving slightly, he turned and slid his knee between Miki’s legs, supporting himself as he moved over Miki. The heat of Kane’s body turned Miki to a spongy mess, and he sighed, reaching up with quivering hands to press his fingers against Kane’s broad chest. It felt like steel under the rumpled cotton of his T-shirt, and the harsh rasp of their jeans rubbing denim to denim turned Miki on like nothing he ever felt before.
The accident left his cock nearly inert since the coma so it was still a shock for Miki to feel it thicken and grow heavy between his legs. He nearly lost himself when Kane’s thigh brushed over his dick. His boxers left him with enough room for his sex to snake down against his leg, and now, trapped against the silken material, it twitched and churned, trying to reach the man lying over Miki’s length.
Miki met Kane’s mouth, eager to take the man’s taste into him. The fatigue bearing him down left him weak, and the anguish pouring out of his knee turned numb when Kane’s lips touched his. Kane’s hand rose up to press against Miki’s cheek, his thumb coaxing Miki to open up further for him. When Miki sighed, Kane dove in, fiercely possessing the singer’s mouth.
Kane’s tongue invaded him, but unlike… the others… the man felt like he wanted Miki, not just some warm body to empty his seed into. Their tongues curled, teasing guttural sighs out of Miki. He could feel Kane smiling against his mouth, and Miki worked his hand into Kane’s hair and pulled him closer with a sharp tug. He needed it rough, far rougher than what Kane was giving him, and Miki pressed into the cop, working his other hand up the back of Kane’s shirt to rake his nails across the man’s muscular back. The cop hissed and growled, lowering himself down on Miki until the singer was fully pinned against the couch.
There, Miki thought, that feels… right.
Then it all stopped when Kane pushed himself up on his hands and stared down at him.
Kane studied Miki’s face, a serious expression easing away the fiery lust Miki had stoked in him. His eyes, darkened with desire, ran back to their brilliant hue, and the flush in Kane’s cheeks faded. Miki squirmed under Kane’s scrutiny, uneasy and laid bare. Miki curled his shoulders in slightly, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Looking down, Miki tried to break off the man’s intense eye contact, but Kane’s fingers on his jaw kept him still.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Kane murmured, rubbing his thumb over Miki’s chin. “Don’t ask me to. Don’t expect it. Hasn’t anyone just made love to you, honey? Hasn’t anyone just held you and told you how gorgeous you are?”
He needed to cry, to shove Kane away and hide someplace the man couldn’t see into him. Biting his lip hard, Miki tasted blood and turned his head, refusing to let Kane see the tears burning his eyes.
“Talk to me, Mick,” Kane coaxed. “Let me take some of that pain you’ve got, hon.”
“Get off of me,” Miki grumbled. He tried pushing at Kane’s chest, but it was like shoving a wall. “Get the fuck off of me.”
It sounded weak, even to his own ears. He would have been humiliated if Kane laughed at him, but the man merely brushed his mouth down Miki’s nose.
“Yeah, I’m not going anywhere,” Kane didn’t even have the good grace to pretend Miki nudged him.
It wasn’t fair that Kane kissed him again. He couldn’t think when the cop’s mouth was on him, even more so when Kane’s tongue licked briefly at the skin on his cheek, tasting him before kissing him again. Their mouths brushed, and every curse word Miki wanted to fling at Kane fled under the scorching fire of Kane’s tongue touching the curve of his upper lip.
“Tell me what happened,” Kane said, then shrugged ruefully when Miki recoiled in shock. “Well, not exactly what happened, but how you felt. How you feel now.”
“I don’t know where to start,” Miki whispered. It was too hard to look at Kane. Not with the taste of the man on his mouth. It was too difficult to have Kane on his tongue while his mind wandered to darker, more painful places.
“Start anywhere you want,” he replied. Moving to the side of Miki’s body, Kane kept one arm around Miki’s waist and looped the other under the singer’s neck. Nuzzling in closer, Miki turned onto his side, crooking his right leg to take the strain off of his knee. “Anything you say… it’s between us. Just you and me. No one else.”
“Not even Sanchez?”
“Especially not Sanchez,” Kane promised. “This isn’t a cop thing, Mick. This is an… us thing. Talk to me. Tell me about your last boyfriend. Anything.”