Lesson 4 - Give It To You (Part 1)

|Monday|

'Who the fuck he thinks he is?'

'Just because he's Philip's boss, handsome and all, he thinks he stands a chance with him? Shitty clown…'

Mikhail was boiling inside, remembering Saturday night and the obstacle that appeared to hinder him and the younger.

Sean was bothering Mikhail for the rest of the night that day. It’s not that the taller man was saying or doing anything to Mikhail, but just by his presence, the older man was feeling irritated.

Could irritated be the right word? No, he was feeling threatened, not by Harper, but by the thought that came to his mind.

'What if Philip starts to get bored with my lessons? After all, it's just lessons and some fun'

He liked what they were having and didn't want it to end.

He sighed out loud.

"Mike?" He heard Philip call him and liked it, lately the younger has been calling him 'Mike' more often.

"Yes," He turned to him.

"Can you pay attention? The professor is explaining what exactly we'll have to do for the project" Philip asked raising a brow "You fine?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a few things have been bothering me lately, but it's alright, I'll pay attention now, thanks" He smiled awkwardly.

The project was a music class project - this class they both had in common - where they were supposed to do something explaining the rhythm in the composition of a song and how much influence it has within a choreography.

The pairs were divided between a dance student and a music student, since Mark decided to do it with Aidan; Philip decided to do it with Mikhail.

(...)

"Can we do the project in my house?" Philip asked parting from the kiss.

They were on break, exchanging kisses inside the bathroom on the 5th floor of the building, as they discovered that no one ever goes there.

"Whatever you want, prince" Mikhail replied shrugging "But, why?"

"My mom started to question why I'm going out so much lately, so instead of me going out, you go there, is that okay?"

"Sure" Mikhail pulled the younger by his nape to kiss him again but was stopped.

"Wait..."

"Hm"

"Why do we keep kissing every day if we've already had this lesson?"

"..." What could Mikhail say?

"I... Well... You don't like it?" He asked concerned caressing the younger's waist.

"I do, I really like your kis-" Philip blushed, gasping at what he almost said "B-But don't you get sick of doing it every day?"

"What? Why would I?" Mikhail tilted his head.

"Mike, why would you want to keep kissing me and kissing me when you used to kiss all the mouths in college?" He raised his eyebrow "Oh wait you could actually be kissing everyone all this time and I just didn't see it" He whispered looking a little sad.

"You're right, I used to do things like that, but since we started it, I stopped" He shrugged.

"Why?"

"Well, first, I thought you wouldn't like to kiss me if I kept kissing everyone around, you'd probably think ‘Ew, his mouth is probably full of all kinds of saliva’, right?"

"Exactly, are you gonna tell me it's not?" Philip tilted his head mocking the older.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm gonna say. I used to fuck with everyone around, you know... Just to relieve... Everything, but I rarely kiss someone, usually kisses help to develop attachment"

"Then... why are you kissing me, you dumb?"

"Because I'm teaching you silly" Mikhail smirked.

"That's not an explanation, you already taught it"

"Here comes the second reason. Why would I kiss someone else when I can kiss you whenever I want?" He said with a cocky smile "Because of me, your kiss is really good, so I'm addicted"

"Because of you? You're so cocky. Because of me, who learned perfectly, you're addicted to my kiss" This time, Philip smiled cockily.

"Maybe yes, maybe not, you have to prove it to me!" Mikhail brought him closer by the waist.

"Maybe later" Philip licked Mikhail's lower lip, pulling away from him soon after, walking to the bathroom door as the end-of-break bell rang.

Mikhail stayed there shocked by the younger's sassy attitude, he was pissed off by Philip teasing, but he was sure that the younger was learning really well.

(...)

|Tuesday|

They decided to start the project the day after, Tuesday, and now Mikhail was walking with Philip to the younger's house.

"Mom, I'm home and I brought a friend" Philip yelled as soon as he crossed the entrance.

They heard steps coming down the stairs.

"Hey skinny boy, how was college today? And hi handsome big boy, what's your name?" Philip's mom greeted them with a smirk on her face.

Philip sighed, tired of her judgment towards him.

"I'm Mikhail Winters, Ms. James! Nice to meet you!" Mikhail said bowing at her.

"It's Ms. Spencer and not James, but nice to meet you too, Mikhail Winters! My name is Dora Spencer, but you can call me just Dora since you're Philip's friend" She said sternly at first but soon after her frown dissolved into a smile.

"I'm so sorry ma'am"

"No problem boy, I'm actually really happy you came, Philip has just that other boy as a friend, it's nice to see my son making better friendships"

"Mom, I'm right here if you didn't notice and my best friend's name is Aidan Martin, could you stop talking about him like that? Just for today, Mikhail's here, please"

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry, baby" She said sarcastically.

"Wherever! Anyway, I'll prepare lunch for us, Mikhail you can sit on the couch or come with me to the kitchen" Philip said smiling at Mikhail.

"I'll go with y-"

"C'mon, sit on the couch with me, and let's talk, I want to know you more" Ms. Spencer said patting the space beside her.

"Oh, I don't have anything interesting to share, but okay" Mikhail shrugged.

Philip looked at him with a sorry and disappointed look in his eyes and Mikhail returned a questioning one.

Then, the younger shrugged and went to the kitchen. While he was preparing the food, he was able to listen to his mom talking nonsense to Mikhail.

"How old are you, Mikhail Winters?"

"I'm 24, ma'am"

"You're young, but you look so manly, Philip should learn with you, he's so skinny" The red-haired boy knew she spoke louder just so he could hear. "He won't win a girl with that girly body of his"

"I just have more muscles than him, that doesn't mean that Philip's body is girly like you think and even if it is, I'm pretty sure that a lot of people like it, there is always someone who likes another" Mikhail inhaled, not pretending to stop "But if it eases your conscience, he does have some muscles, like abs and on his thighs, ...it's just... he doesn't need to change just to satisfy someone else"

"You're wrong, girls don't like boys like Philip, and you as a friend of him, who probably has a girlfriend, should tell and teach him, then he won't be alone the rest of his life"

"No, I don't have a girlfriend and as a friend of Philip, I should just support him, it's not his body type that will change it, quite the opposite, I'd gladly-"

"Erm... If you keep doing this, Mikhail won't want to be my friend anymore and your plan goes down the drain, mom" Philip said stopping Mikhail to say what he was gonna say, looking at him with wide eyes "Lunch is ready, let's eat! We have a project to do, remember?"

They sat at the table and ate what Philip had prepared, no conversation, just awkward silence, Mikhail could sense Ms. Spencer judging him from what he said earlier since she wanted Philip to change so bad and he wasn't going to help.

"Since we finished, Mikhail and I will go to my room to work on the project" Philip said in a slightly choked voice, but only Mikhail noticed.

As soon as they entered the room, Mikhail locked the door back hugging Philip.

"You okay?" The older whispered.

"I'm fine" He broke away from the hug and turned to smile at the other.

"You're n-"

"I'm fine and don't want to talk about it, please."

"Of course... Let's do our job then, okay?" Philip nodded.

"Can I just ask one thing?" Mikhail asked when they sat on the bed. Philip nodded again.

"Is your mother homophobic?" The older asked and he could see Philip freeze.

"N-no... actually... yes... but it's just... complicated, it's not... it's not her fault" Philip said playing with his fingers.

"But-"

"Mikhail!" The younger said a little louder with a pleading look at the older.

"Okay, let's forget it. But feel free to talk to me whenever you feel comfortable" Mikhail said with a small smile.

They focused on the project, as both of them were awesome students in their grades, they finished everything within 5 hours, even though they were a little distracted by the conversations from earlier.

"We made it quite quickly, don't you think?" Mikhail said as he stretched, then threw himself back on the bed, pulling Philip along with him.

"It wasn't that difficult, that's why" Philip answered closing his eyes.

"True"

A comfortable silence established between them until Mikhail circled Philip's waist with one of his arms pulling him closer, pecking and sucking his lips.

"What are you doing? What if my-"

"Philip?" They heard Ms. Spencer say on the other side of the door turning the knob and Philip despaired.

"It's locked" Mikhail whispered.

"You guys are probably still busy, I just came to tell Philip that I'm going out with a friend and I'll be back tomorrow, okay baby?"

"Mom, you... Okay then, take care, enjoy your night, and don't drink too much, you remember last time, right?" Philip said with a disappointed tone.

"Sure" They heard footsteps moving away.

Philip exhaled heavily.

"Who's the mom here, huh?"

"Shut up" Philip said laughing at his own behavior with his mom.

Suddenly, Mikhail was holding Philip's hands above his head as the thumb of his vacant hand ran across the other's lower lip.

"Now that your mom is gone and I went through all the day without a single kiss, can I get a proper one now?"

"You and your insatiable mouth. But yes, you can" Philip said smirking.