silk pajamas, cat's meow, wunderbar. The alternate prompts were: Born in the USA, Mahem, mollycoddle, dandruff, Stairway to Heaven, or Puff the Magic Dragon. For myself, I chose the Stairway to Heaven reference.
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Without further ado, I give you Mike's Way.
The haunting refrains of Stairway to Heaven echoed through the bar as Paulo stacked the chairs on the tables. Only he and Mike were still there, the waitresses had taken off five minutes ago after cleaning the tables.
Mike polished a glass, his back turned to Paulo as though he were ignoring him. Paulo stacked the last of the chairs, ignoring the awareness for the other man that wound through him. Mike hadn’t ever said anything that would lead Paulo to believe he was gay but he had a feeling. Of course since Paulo was from Brazil and Mike from the US they didn’t communicate as well as they should. Usually Mike glared across the room as time ticked by while he mopped the floor. It wasn’t his least favorite job, but when he’d hired on as bouncer he’d agreed to clean up afterwards.
As he mopped the floor he thought about Mike’s full lips and his broad shoulders. Mike’s slim hips and curvy ass weren’t too bad either. They guy was built well but it was his smile that did Paulo in.
Paulo wasn’t paying attention to where Mike was and jumped, letting out a yelp when he backed into the guy.
“Shit, I didn’t know you were right there.” Paulo hoped Mike didn't complain about this. He swore the guy didn’t like him, and now this, he might lose his job.
Mike stepped forward, blocking Paulo in a corner, trapped between a table and the wall. Paulo’s gaze connected with Mike’s and lust shot straight to his dick. Mike stared at him for a long moment. Sweat trickled down Paulo’s back as he stood still, wondering if Mike was about to do something like punch him.
Mike’s hand rose and Paulo flinched. Mike hesitated then reached out, smoothing the pad of his thumb over Paulo’s rough stubble. Paulo held his breath as Mike closed in on him, taking the mop and set it against the wall. They were only inches from each other, and for the first time Paulo noticed the blue flecks in Mike’s dark eyes. He’d thought the guy had dark eyes but now he saw their true color.
Mike’s gaze flicked down to Paulo’s lips and he smiled. Paulo breathed out slowly, trying to steady his breathing. Mike cupped his jaw with one hand, the other planted firmly on Paulo’s waist.
“Paulo,” Mike whispered as he leaned in and brushed his lips back and forth across Paulo’s mouth.
His skin tingled and his muscles tensed as Paulo forced himself to remain still and not attack Mike. With as much restraint as he could muster, Paulo placed his hands on Mike’s waist. His fingers curled in, itching to travel over the man’s body, searching his tender flesh and hard muscles.
Mike broke the kiss and lifted his head enough so they could look each other in the eyes. Paulo couldn’t believe they were kissing, much less touching. A shiver overtook him and shook him all the way to his toes. Mike breathed in deep, his right hand squeezed Paulo’s waist. No words were spoken as they both moved closer, pressing their bodies together, chest-to-chest, dick-to-dick.
This time when Mike lowered his head for a kiss, Paulo opened his mouth, running his tongue over Mike’s lips. Mike groaned and opened for him, their tongues twisting against each other as Mike slid one hand down the back of Paulo’s jeans.