Mike was very much proud with how many one-night stands and hook-ups he had.

Yeah, sounds like a dick move, but it was consented. Whether it be for a woman or man (though he mostly swung for women), they both got pleasure.

Simple.

…Right?

—He knew how to make himself NOT to feel actual guilt or want more…gentle intimacy from a random person he was using for the night.

He practically trained himself for NOT be attached.

—So how did a simple attraction to a stupid hot guy turn into a clingy like? But being both baseball players on the same team, you were needing to find this type of intimacy in a form of relaxation after rough games.

He tried to remind himself that it will: ‘just go away,’ but did it ever really just…’go away?’

Well, simple, short answer is…

No.

—Trout could practically memorize how loud he moans, how touching his right places only made him more clingy…

It was so infectious in his mind…it drove him fucking crazy.

—After Mike’s heated session with the hot man, you, in his crappy motel room, them both being completely bare with hickeys and love-bites messily being placed against their skin, the bed sheets barely covering their warm bodies…his palm rested on his cheek.

He couldn’t handle this anymore…

These…these passionate feelings were overwhelming him greatly.

**“I just want to hold you close…your skin pressed against me tight…” **

Mike’s hand moved over to the hottest man he’s ever seen before, who was also one of his teammates; gently tugging at your hair.

“Soft breaths…hearts beating hard…I just… need you here with me, only you. Your special. The others don’t matter.”

He took a deep breath, inching his face close to you as his lips brushing against your ear…