[MICHAEL CLIFFORD TWO CHAPTER FIC]
In which you, not interested in commitment, thought that being friends with benefits with Michael Clifford was perfectly fine; until it slipped out that Michael felt something more.
[WARNING: This fic contains unapologetic smut and profanity, so if you are not a fan of that I suggest you skip this one]
Brought to you by the song: Urgent, by Foreigner.
He texted you earlier today; a quick hello, followed by the name of a hotel the two of you frequent. The relationship you had with Michael was uncomplicated and easy. You had perfected the friends with benefits dynamic, void of attachment or commitment, just the way you wanted. Eventually, you thought, a time would come that you wanted commitment but now it wasn’t the case. After giving the address of the hotel where the two of you usually meet, you relaxed in the back seat of the cab, watching the lights of the city zoom by.
The first time you and Michael got together was in a hotel not unlike the one you were traveling to now. Before sneaking off to the hotel together, he spotted you from across the bar and chatted you up, with unapologetically flirty pick up lines, which somehow worked on you. At the time, about 2 months had passed since you broke up with your boyfriend, a messy situation and not something you liked to talk, much less think about. But that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy a fun night or two. The morning after, he woke up as you were about to leave. You gave a slightly awkward goodbye and opened the door to leave but right as you left, Michael walked out after you.
“Hey wait, [y/n]!”, he called after you. You turned around and saw he was getting his phone out as he walked towards you. You sighed and shook your head.
“Um, Michael. I’m sorry, but I don’t know if I want to be one of your groupies.” You turned around again and tried to keep walking but Michael blocked your way.
“No-Hold on. That’s not what I was trying to do”, He said.
“Alright, well, what is it?” You looked up to meet Michael’s gaze.
“Well, you don’t want anything serious, and thats great,” You raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this. He held up a hand and continued.
“Well because that’s not what I’m looking for right now either, but-“ You checked the time on your watch, hoping you wouldn’t be late for work.
“But last night was, well, shit, [y/n]…” He scratched absently at the back of his neck and suddenly you realized what he was trying to say. He wasn’t wrong though, you came twice last night.
“You want this to be a thing- like friends with benefits”, You stated.
“Yeah, well, I would, but I don’t want to offend you or anything, I’m just asking.” He bit his lip and gave you a half smile. You sighed, mulling it over. You couldn’t find any real reason to be against it and the idea that you could repeat last night was more than appealing.
YOU NEED TO UPDATE ANOTHER CHAPTER. THIS IS TOO GOOD.