Like a house on fire!

Despite having completely different backgrounds and upbringings, you and Mike find that you have a lot in common, such as a love of tattoos as well as a love of action films. You discuss some of your favorites over burgers and milkshakes and you find that Mike looks pretty, well..., cute.

Mike blushes as he looks at you, and you wonder what he's thinking about. You're unaware that he's wondering if a handsome individual like yourself wants him as much as he wants you. Taking the first step, you can't help but ask him, "Your place or mine?"

"Mine!"

You two leave the burger joint and you pay for the meal despite Mike's insistence that he pays a part of it as well. The two of you walk for twenty minutes, discussing your favorite actors and suggesting different designs for your first tattoos, before you arrive at his house. It isn't much, a little one story home that has obviously seen better days, and you become slightly worried about your new crush. It doesn't seem like a good neighborhood and you worry that someone might take advantage of him. "Do you live here alone Mike?" you ask, trying to settle your nerves.

"Yeah, my dad's long gone... He had to be given the womb and he refused to get pregnant. They took him in just a few weeks ago."

"My dad was given the womb, but he managed to find someone with money to take care of him and me, even though he really didn't want to be in another relationship after my mom." You explain.

Mike nods, listening to you as he unlocks the door to the house. The inside isn't much better than the outside and you make the decision that, if Mike will be yours, you'll take him back to your home and treat him the way he deserves to be treated. He turns to you and your eyes lock onto his lips. Before he can say a word, you're kissing him and the young skater can only moan as you plunder his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, you look at Mike and tell him to grab everything he needs, as from now on, he lives with you on your estate. Mike looks up at you with tears in his eyes, thanking you profusely before rushing around the house, grabbing toiletries, clothes, underwear (although you told him that whenever he's around you he won't need them) after he finished, there were five bags to carry. You called a cab and leave Mike's home in the care of a neighbor, just in case his father is released and needs a place to stay.