Michael steps up behind him and reaches around him, helping with the lock. James scowls at the chuckle that escapes Michael’s lips as he does so. The expectant atmosphere fills the silence and they don’t need to speak. They enter James’ hotel room, bare of the belongings he left at home in his hurry to leave, and turn the lights up slightly. Michael shuts the door behind him as James turns to him, pulling him back into a deep, breathless kiss.
Their silence turns to moans and grunts as Michael walks James backwards into the room, steering him towards the bed. “I want you,” He pleads against his lips, and then pulls away, leaning back to see James’ reaction. “But I don’t want to make things any worse.”
“It’s a little late for that,” James laughs quietly, and his hands slip down to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He discards it across the floor, letting Michael take in all the marks he’s littered James’ body with over the last few weeks. Michael looks him up and down, his eyes lust-filled as he surveys the map of ageing bruises, knowing they’re all his doing. The thought sends a sharp jolt to his groin and he groans, reaching out to run his hands over James’ chest.
James takes hold of Michael’s shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, biting his lip as he relishes every inch of pale flesh revealed underneath it. Michael moves forwards a little and pops the buttons of James’ fly, sliding his jeans off of his hips. The only sound in the air is their quiet breathing, and the appreciative noises from their lips as they undress each other. James slides Michael’s shirt off of his shoulders and Michael lets it drop to the floor, unbuckling his own belt and letting his slacks follow it. Both in their underwear, they collide again, kissing slowly and heavily in a tight embrace.
They fall onto the bed without breaking apart, their legs tangling together, Michael leaning over James and running his hands up James’s arms, pulling his wrists gently above his head and pinning him there. James groans, loving the feel of being trapped beneath him. He lifts his hips, pressing his growing arousal against Michael’s, rubbing them needily together. Michael moans against James’ tongue, and the younger man takes the opportunity to bite down on Michael’s bottom lip, tugging it teasingly. Michael chuckles and moves his lips to James’ neck, sucking and nipping at it as he slides one hand back down to James’ boxers and pushes them down, freeing James’ erection. It springs loose against his stomach and James lets out a grunt of pleasure at the sensation, breathing heavily. He wrestles Michael’s underwear down awkwardly and as they press their bare flesh together he realizes he’s never felt more empty. He needs Michael inside of him, filling him; he knows being as physically close as two people can possibly get it’ll make it all alright, at least for a while. He’s never connected with anyone the way he connects with Michael and it’s wonderful and intense and it makes his chest ache with need.