He had been killed, hadn't he? Mike clenches his jaw tight, listening to the rest of the story. Unsure if it was true or not but certainly not wanting to find out. It was believable, coming from Billy. The only reason Mike hasn't lost his composure in that sense was because he refused to let himself admit that Billy would even win.
"Don't call me Mikey," He snapped, and tried to square his shoulders, barely listening to the other until he pulled out the wand. He could hear the electricity after the zap, even. The hum of all of the energy it had. If Billy was drawing his hand away from it...
Oh, God. Mike closes his eyes, breathing out. Trying to calm himself.
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Date: 2015-07-29 06:03 am (UTC)He had been killed, hadn't he? Mike clenches his jaw tight, listening to the rest of the story. Unsure if it was true or not but certainly not wanting to find out. It was believable, coming from Billy. The only reason Mike hasn't lost his composure in that sense was because he refused to let himself admit that Billy would even win.
"Don't call me Mikey," He snapped, and tried to square his shoulders, barely listening to the other until he pulled out the wand. He could hear the electricity after the zap, even. The hum of all of the energy it had. If Billy was drawing his hand away from it...
Oh, God. Mike closes his eyes, breathing out. Trying to calm himself.
"Go."
He did NOT want that anywhere near his cock.