[zajawa]

Michael growled when he heard Carson and took his wrist, flipping their positions at last. Once again the other male him snap.
"Enough already!", he yelled at the other, looking down at him. "I hate that girly stuff you made me wear! Get that already! I'm not a fucking girl. Start to notice it already, damn it! I'm a guy! And about that thing you ordered me to wear today. You want to kill me? I need to move from job to job all day. Every owner of a restaurant is a master of multitasking. Want me to cut my own fingers when I'm cutting something while wearing something like that? Or to have a car crush? You never worked like I do, day after day. You were given everything on a silver spoon, I'm sure. Good for you but stop fucking up with my work. I'm not wearing something like that ever again. Without me able to focus on doing my job properly keeping my restaurant doesn't have any sense, it would be finished anyway. So stop shitting me!"
Letting in and out a shaky breath he let go of Carson, rolling on his back and covering his face with his tattooed arm. Calming down a little bit he decided to add something.
"A-a-and... having myself stretch so much... was intriguing... but that's all", he muttered, his cheeks getting red.