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Platonic Benevolence	By : CrysMarie2oo5 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 4447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know Michael Jackson, or any of the Jackson family or Will.I. Am from the Black Eyed Peas and make no money off this work.

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Chapter Seventeen ~ Bunny Trails

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After a dozen wrong turns and dead ends, I finally found Michael’s place. Michael let out a laugh of amusement when I had found his place. I ignored his laughter and looked at him
“How are you feeling?” I asked as the both of us stepped out of the SUV.
“I’m feeling a little better. My head hurts.” Michael said looking at me. “How’s your arm?”
“It’ll be fine, it’s not the first time I’m been puked on.” I said my eyes meeting Michael’s. “Does a shower sound good to you?” I added wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him.
“Yes,” Michael said, as we walked inside his house. I grabbed a pair of underwear and the other matching bra out of the bags from our shopping trip earlier, along with a pair of pajamas.
“Why don’t you go into the bathroom and wait for me. I’ll grab your clothes.” I said, looking at him. He nodded and began to make his way to the bathroom. I went to his bedroom and grabbed him some clothes for the night. I walked into the bathroom to find Michael undressing. I laid the clothes on the closed lid of the toilet and began stripping down as well. I took out the tampon that I had on and threw it in the garbage while Michael was stepping into the shower. When I stepped in, Michael’s eyes scanned every inch of my body. I rolled my eyes.
“Please don’t tell me that your horny…”
“Hey, if you haven’t gotten laid in over a decade, would you want it all day every day?” Michael asked, looking at me.
“Well maybe…I don’t know. I’ve never been put in that situation before.” I said, looking at him as he stepped toward me.
“You act like it’s a bad thing…”
“Its not a bad thing, I’m not saying that…its just…” Michael said as he kissed my neck, knowing that it would drive me crazy.
“It’s just what?” Michael said, his kisses moving to my sensitive nipples. He took the right one in his mouth.
“It’s just that, we’ve done it like…a lot today. You’ve must have come like 6 or 7 times…”
“Once more wouldn’t hurt…” Michael said going back to sucking on my breast. “Besides, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.”
“True…oh fuck it.” I said, it was my turn to let my ambitions go. I moved Michael’s face to mine and kissed him ferociously. My lips moved from his lips to his neck and then down to his chest, where I cherished its masculine form. I tongue circled around his tiny nipples. Michael stopped me and grabbed my legs wrapping them around his waist, as he gently entered me. A moan escaped my throat as he began to thrust inside me. He moaned as he buried his face into my neck. His thrusts came faster and deeper. My nails scratch the skin on his back as I felt myself coming to an orgasm.
“Mmmmichael!!!! Oh Michael…” I moaned, I my body exploded in pleasure. My vision was filled with brilliant colors and stars behind my closed eyes. Michael kept going, his rhythm slowing down a little so that he would last.
“Crystal, you feel amazing…mmmm.” Michael moaned thrusting fully inside me, filling all of me. I gasped and let another moan. Michael kept thrust as deep as he could inside of me. He moaned with each thrust. I worked my muscles to hug around his member.
“Mmm…God! Don’t stop doing that….uh…” Michael moaned as he worked himself inside me. I kept a rhythm of tightening and letting go with each thrust, until I felt the both us coming to orgasm. Our breathing grew ragged and our need for each other grew desperate. We clung to each other as Michael’s thrusts grew frantic with the need of release. My hips matched his pace as my body began to explode in orgasmic pleasure. Michael lost it as my vaginal muscles clamped tightly around him. He came inside of me, letting out a moan as he did.
“God…I love you….I love you…” Michael moaned, his face still buried in the crook of my neck. Both of us were shaking, and clinging to each other like the two lovers we were.
“Are you all right? You’re awfully silent.”
“I’m excellent. That was great. I love you so much.” I said letting the words sink in that he loved me and I loved him. It was as simple as that, but yet complicated is many ways. Michael slowly pulled away from me and slid out of me. His penis was blood stained. He didn’t bother looking at it, he just washed himself off.
“Did I get it all?” Michael asked turning to look at me. I glanced down.
“Yes.” I said simply averting my eyes from his manhood to his eyes. He smiled and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“Thank you.” He said turning back around underneath the warm shower. We both showered then we got out and put our pajamas on. We both climbed into bed, but neither one of us were really tired yet.
“So you promised to talk about Lisa and Debbie. Tell me what happened?”
“Oh I did promise that didn’t I? Well here it goes…” Michael said as he drew in a deep breath. “Lisa and I met when I was a teenager, I was probably 15 or so, she was 10 years younger than I was.” I nodded cuddling up next to him and draping my arm around his waist. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to his chest.
“Okay, so when did you guys meet again.”
“Well one of the guys who was helping me record my Dangerous album knew her. She was married at the time mind you. He gave me her number on good faith that I wasn’t to steal her away from her husband.” Michael said, chuckling a little. I laughed a little too.
“Then what?”
“Well I had tried calling her several times in the course of a year, too nervous to say anything. She’d answer the phone and I’d hang up, feeling silly for even calling her.” Michael said pausing for a moment then looking at me. “You wouldn’t happen to have your cigarettes on you? Would you? I need one right now.” Michael asked. I nodded and got up out of the bed and went to grab my cigarettes out of my purse. I walked back into the bedroom with the cigarettes in hand and threw them on Michael’s chest. He caught the pack and took one out along with the lighter that I had placed in the pack and lit his cigarette.
“Aren’t your maids going to get upset that your smoking in here?” I asked, my eyes meeting his. He shrugged.
“Probably, but its my house, I can do whatever the hell I want…you want one?” Michael said offering my cigarettes back.
“Hell yeah, I’ve been craving one all fucking day.” I said, grabbing a cigarette and the lighter and lighting my cigarette. The smoke burned my airway but it was welcomed. I exhaled the smoke away from Michael. I noticed he didn’t have an ashtray of any kind in his bedroom.
“Nice, no ashtray, where are we flicking our ashes then, on the floor?” I asked as I made the motion to move my cigarette over the floor.
“No! Maria will have my head on the silver platter for that…” Michael said getting up to find something to use in the bathroom as an ashtray.
“I thought this was your house?” I asked cockily. Michael rolled his eyes as he found a glass candle holder. He removed the white candle that was in the holder and walked out of the bathroom. He placed it on his nightstand, so that I would have to climb over him to flick the ashes off my cigarette.
“I don’t like to upset my help too much. It’s not very nice.”
“Well it’s not very nice to have the ashtray so far away either.” I retorted raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe I want it there.”
“And maybe I’ll just burn you by accident?” I smarted back, being very defiant.
“Ooh…good point.” Michael said, thinking about my last statement. He then took the makeshift ashtray and put it between the two of us on the bed.
“Don’t burn my sheets either, you’ll sleep outside in the cold if you do.”
“Don’t worry about your precious sheets. I won’t burn them…much.” I said, a smirk turning on my lips. Michael threw a pillow at me and a diverted it with my free hand.
“Are you trying to knock my cigarette out of my hand?”
“No.”
“Sure, say that when your house burns down because you threw a pillow and knocked my cigarette out of my hand.” I said smartly, placing the pillow on the other side of me. Michael took another drag of his cigarette and let out a little laugh.
“Yeah, I haven’t been the most careful person in the world.” Michael said flicking his ashes into the glass candle holder.
“So anyways, getting back to our conversation before you interrupted yourself…”
“I needed a cigarette. Talking about Lisa always makes me crave a cigarette. That girl was a hard-core smoker.” Michael said, putting his hands in his lap, while watching his cigarette burn. He was sitting like me, Indian style on the bed. My left hand rested on my knee holding my cigarette while my right hand rested in my lap.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“Doing what?” Michael asked looking at my with a confused look on his face.
“Interrupting yourself…its like you don’t want to tell me anything about your past. I told you everything about me, its only fair that you give me the same courtesy.” I said firmly. Michael frowned.
“Okay, I really don’t like being this open with anyone…”
“Michael, I love you too much to hurt you, don’t you know that? You can trust me. I’m not Martin Bashit for crying out loud. I’m not going to air your dirty laundry for the whole world.” I said flicking my ashes in the ashtray. I took another long drag and exhaled the smoke.
“It’s Bashir…and will you stop getting ashes on my bed! There an ashtray for a reason…” Michael snapped.
“Jeez sorry,” I said brushing the ashes off the bed, they left gray streaks but Michael didn’t seem to notice. “I can’t stand that bastard, he fucking rung your image through the ringer with that damn interview he did of you. It made life for me so hard because I knew that wasn’t the real you. He made you look like…” I looked at Michael and his fist was clenched.
“Like what?” Michael asked through clenched teeth.
“Please don’t get mad at me, but this is what I, and other fans thought okay. We all thought he made you look like a child molester.”
“A what?” Michael asked in disbelief.
“You heard me. After watching that interview, I ran out of the house and walked until it was dark outside with my CD player blaring your Dangerous album because I was so pissed. I knew that couldn’t have been you…” I said, as tears started forming in my eyes.
“Really?” Michael said, his eyes meeting mine.
“Yes, I couldn’t bear going on the MJ discussion boards for a whole week after that interview. I knew I wasn’t alone on how I felt, but I started keeping it to myself, because you became more of a joke to people than a real person.” I said, looking at him. He looked like I had just slapped him in the face.
“Michael, please don’t be mad, I’m telling you what other people thought about you…”
“How did you feel?”
“I wasn’t sure, until you made that statement about Martin twisting your words and then you released your side of the interview and your home videos…I knew that you were…oh how do I put this.”
“Come on Crystal, tell me.”
“Okay okay…I still thought you were incredibly sexy…” I said putting out my cigarette and getting another one out of my pack and lighting it.
“How old were you?”
“I was a sophomore in high school okay?” I said taking a long drag of my cigarette.
“Oh really? I’m sure you were creaming yourself too. Thinking about my hands all over you.” Michael said puffing his chest out and flexing his skinny arms. My eyes widened in disbelief.
“For your information, I was a virgin until I was 19, and I didn’t discover that little thing called masturbation until I was 18.”
“Really? You seem rather…experienced.” Michael said, choosing his words carefully.
“Experienced? What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked raising my eyebrow at him. Michael reached over and grabbed the cigarette out of my hand and took a drag before placing it in the candle holder. It was still burning while he placed it on his nightstand. He then gave me a seductive look before he pounced upon me like a tiger. A mischievous grin lined his lips.
“Do I really need to show you what I am talking about?” He said, pinning me to the bed. I pouted.
“Why are you the one doing all the work? Maybe I wanted to have my way with you.”
“You got your way with me today, in the dance studio…”
“You did some of the work too, you know.”
“It was 50/50.” Michael said, as he laid kisses on my neck. I rolled my eyes.
“So going back to my original question…” Michael said kissing my exposed collarbone gently.
“What about my original question, before we got on all kinds of bunny trails?” That stopped Michael. He got off of me and let out a heavy breath, frustrated. I noticed this.
“Don’t get mad at me either, you promised me you would tell me. So don’t even go there Michael.” I said, crossing my hands over my chest. Michael looked at me and laughed. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, looking at him.
“You’re cute when you’re upset…” Michael said giggling.
“So I’ve heard, so are you going to tell me? Or am I just wasting my time cause I can go right to sleep. I have to get up kind of early tomorrow.” I said laying down on the bed and closing my eyes. I felt an arm drape around my waist and Michael’s hot breath upon my neck.
“Lisa was…ruthless in bed.”
“Aren‘t we all?” I asked, my eyes popping open to look at Michael.
“No. Lisa, she loved pain.”
“You mean, she was a sadist?” I asked. Michael shook his head, then turned around to reveal a scar that ran from his right side to the small of his back. My hands ran over it lovingly.
“What happened?”
“Lisa brought one of those dominatrix whips to bed one night. I’ll try anything once…”
“She whipped you?” He nodded.
“God, I knew that girl had problems, but damn. I never knew she was into masochism.” My hand still running over his scar.
“Yeah, I did everything I could to save our marriage, but my priorities were screwed up at the time. Lisa hated it that I put my fans and music before her and her kids.”
“Did you end it, or did she, because from everything that I’ve read they all say that you ended it.” I asked, looking at Michael who had pulled his shirt back down and turned back over to face me.
“I did, but she wanted out first. I did what would make her happy.” Michael said putting his hand behind his head and looking up at the ceiling.
“I see.” I said glancing at Michael then looking back at the ceiling. “And what about Debbie…”
“I don’t like talking about that chapter of my life.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not proud of it.”
“Well you got two beautiful kids out of it…”
“Yes, but I could’ve done it a better way.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because…the kids don’t have a mom. I paid Debbie off so that she wouldn’t be a part of their lives.”
“Well I thought she gave them as a gift?” Michael gave me a incredulous look.
“Seriously Crys, who gives their ability to have children away as a gift?”
“Um…good point.”
“Exactly, you see I was so depressed after my divorce from Lisa, I was looking for someone to fill that gap sexually…”
“So that’s where Debbie came into the picture.” Michael nodded.
“Yes, Debbie was my dermatologist and she had developed this infatuation with me and worked up the courage to ask me out. After a couple of dates I popped the question, and she said yes. I had to have the marriage on my grounds…I feel awful about it. It was basically a legal contract to have sex on my terms…Of course Debbie became pregnant because I was so tired of using condoms.”
“So who broke it off?”
“It was in the prenuptial agreement, that the marriage was to last two and a half years. No matter what the outcome was.” My jaw dropped.
“What?”
“Like I said, I don’t like talking about this part of my life.”
“Why did you act that way?”
“I’m not entirely sure to this day, but I’m sure that it had to do with my depression and my addiction to painkillers.” Michael said letting out a heavy breath.
“Why are Prince and Paris so light compared to you if they are biologically yours?”
“Well, Debbie is the exact opposite of me, and when that happens, the genes have to basically battle it out to figure out who the child will resemble. Hers were stronger and hence they won.”
“And Blanket?”
“He’s mine too. Through a surrogate mother of course. He’s got my eyes, and my hair color.”
“Hopefully I’ll get to meet them one day.” I said letting out a yawn.
“Oh you will. I promise.” I smiled as my eyes began to feel heavy.
“That’s wonderful…” I yawned, Michael noticed this and nudged me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Michael asked, his face suddenly hovering above mine. I closed my eyes and yawned again.
“Going to dreamland. Goodnight.” I said quickly, turning away from Michael, having the feeling that he was going to have us pull an all-nighter.
“Uh-uh, you’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m not wasting a single moment…” Michael trailed off, poking my side I jerked away from him.
“Michael…” I whined. “I just want some sleep so that I’m not a total bitch tomorrow.”
“You’ll sleep when you die. Now come on. Get---” I pounced on top of Michael and knocked him on the floor.
“Whoooaaaa.” Michael screamed, feeling himself go flying off the bed. I pinned him down.
“Can you deal with me being a complete bitch tomorrow?” I asked, my gaze turning furious as it met Michael’s unsuspecting one. He suddenly grew defiant, and challenged me by turning his hip and rolling on top of me.
“What the hell…damn you Michael! You and your damn manly muscles.” Michael laughed. I struggled underneath him. My hand then wrapped itself around Michael’s clothed manhood. Michael let out a shriek of surprise. He jerked away allowing me a little time to get up. I got up and ran out of the bedroom.
“Oh no you don’t…” Michael said, but I was already running down the hallway.
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