Hate Filled Heart | Michael Kuza/ Chris Motionless-Chris Cerulli

Kill All Of The Lies

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I glimpse at the clock on the nightstand, waiting intently for the alarm to sound.

My head rises and falls along with Michael's chest. His arms are tightly wrapped around my waist and his morning wood is poking at my pelvic bone.

I'm not so glad he's leaving for tour but...how else am I going to spend time with Chris? Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Why the fuck would someone cheat on Michael with a guy who looks like him.

Well, thing is, I've been dating Mike for about six months but have always had a lust for Chris, ever since we all met at a Warped Tour years ago, back when we were way younger.

Michael had always liked me and I felt the same way but, there's something about Chris that makes me crazy.

Maybe it's the way he likes to take control, or how he speaks to me when we're alone, or how he makes me feel like a woman. I feel beyond beautiful when he's with me.

"BURN me alive! Set me on fire and watch me die! BURN me alive! Watch me resurrect right before your eyes!"

The alarm finally rang and Michael shuffled beneath me. I felt his arms loosen and his snoring stop.

(A/N: Alarm song is Burn by In This Moment.)

"Is-Is it time?" He grumbled, tiredly.

I smile and stop the alarm from ringing.

"Yes. You have approximately two hours until you go out on the road." I escaped his hold and kissed down on his forehead.

"I love you..." he muttered, quietly. I kissed his pale lips and caressed his face, gazing into his beautiful green eyes.

"I love it when you don't wear makeup. You look really beautiful, Michael." He chuckled and kissed me, softly.

I smiled as we pulled away. "That's my line, babe." He laughs, groggy.

I shrug and get out of bed. I grab a pair of sweats and slip them on, then put on a random shirt I found on the floor, slip on my house-shoes and go into the bathroom connected to my bedroom.

After washing my face, brushing my teeth and hair, I head back into the room and see Michael checking his bags.

"Need help?" I ask, coming behind him, holding him by the hips.

He turns around and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"No thanks." He smiled. "But what I do need is...you." I raised my eyebrows. (Drawn eyebrows). "Come on, baby. Just before I really have to leave." He whispers, softly.

I nod and push him down onto my bed. I straddle his body and pull down his boxers, giving him what he wants.

*****

"I'll miss you." I sighed, walking Michael to the door.

He turned to face me and held my hands in his. "I can't believe this is our first REAL tour. I hate I won't see you for a month but I'm really excited to do this." He smiled, pressing his lips to my forehead.

I sighed, heavily. "And I'm excited for you, babe. Good luck on your first full tour and on the road. Be safe, my love." I leaned forward and pressed our lips together, giving him an unforgettable kiss.

My arms locked around his tattooed neck, his held me close by my waist, our middles touching, our tongues fighting for dominance, our urges begging for control.

Mike pushed me away, slightly, with a soft groan. "Let me go before I decide to stay here with you." I giggled and nodded.

Caressing his face, I gazed into his green eyes.

"I love you. Hurry home." He nodded, hugging me for the longest. He didn't let go until there was a knock on the door.

He groaned. "Must be the guys." He muttered.

Michael pulled away and opened the door, revealing Luke, Kyle, Matt and Franccesca. They smiled when they saw us say our goodbyes.

"How sweet. But enough of that mushy bullshit, we gotta head to the airport." Kyle playfully punched Michael's arm.

He pulled away from me and sighed. "Let me just kiss her one last time." Matt groans and Franccesca giggles at his childish behavior. Luke waited, staring at us.

"I love you. I'll be back before you know it." Mike leaned in and kissed my lips, longing for his.

I deepened it, causing his band to sigh, heavily.

"I bet they fucked before we came over." Kyle whispered, loud enough for us to hear.

Mike pulled away, slowly. "We sure did." He confirmed Kyle's assumption with a cocky smirk.

"Gross." Franccesca laughed.

I rolled my eyes at them with a smile playing on my lips. "Alright, goodbye, boys and lady. I'll see you fuckers in a couple of weeks." I said, hugging the rest of Michael's band.

After all that, they were on their way to San Francisco, CA.