It's Been a While

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's explorations of Michael's mouth grew more persistent, and his hands firmed. He forcibly ignored the building tension; it had ended things last time, and he wasn't ready for this to end. He wanted to just enjoy it, to let the pleasure hum between them in the rhythmic motion of their tongues. Still, he shifted again, a little toward his side to unbend his spine just a little for comfort.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael felt like he was being pulled even farther away from reality than he had been before, and even then Dare had classified it as surreal, he didn't know how to describe the pleasurable feelings engulfing him. He shifted along with Dare, trying to find a more comfortable position where muscles had started to complain from staying the same for too long. He didn't focus very much on that, though, his concentration already split between the kiss and their hands.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hands curled, lightly clenching waves of Michael's amazingly soft hair. He slid lightly over onto his hip nearest Michael, his leg resting bent along the grass. His other leg followed, foot flat against the ground, his knee bent in the air. Dare's mouth widened against Michael's, focusing the tension into the kiss, where it was safe and controllable.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael thoughtlessly copied Dare's movements, leaning into Dare as he did so. His hand fell from Dare's hair to run lightly over his neck, up the side of his face, tracing the line of his jaw before moving into the hair above his ear. There was tension boiling in Michael's blood, but it was a good tension, and he welcomed it, along with the fine buzz something like electric shocks running over his skin.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's brows knitted at the rush of energy coursing through his body. Things were growing more intense as they went on, and Michael had only grown closer and moved with it rather than pulling away. Dare's mind was beginning to spin now, and he welcomed the sensation, let himself just enjoy it. His hands moved at last, sweeping once more through Michael's hair before parting. One slid down to Michael's neck, curving around the side, and the other dropped, then settled between Michael's waist and ribcage, searching for something to ground him.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael could hear his heart pounding in his hears, could feel it in his chest. He felt Dare's hands move, felt the warm sensation on his side which spread the pleasure out farther, instead of it all being concentrated above his shoulders. Not that he hadn't minded the intensity, but it was nice to have a new feeling introduced to the mix. He knew that it had to stop sometime, he just prayed that that sometime wasn't soon.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

It seemed there had always been some lingering tension in Michael before, something he'd held back that was simply no longer there. Logically, Dare knew what it was; Michael was his now, it wasn't just an experiment anymore. But logic had no place here, and Dare could only absently marvel at the ease between them even in intensity. His fingers spread against Michael's side, trying to take in more of him, but still hesitant, still waiting to run up against that wall even if there was no sight of it now.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had been happy to give himself over to the kiss, the act of becoming a couple, how strange it sounded in his mind, had forced away any tension or reserves Michael had had before about kissing Dare. His hand fell down, wrapping around Dare's side, the one on his back pulling around to settle on his other side. His mind was barely working, just enough to think on the fact that it was Dare causing those sensations.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare leaned further at the encouragement of Michael's warm hands. At the moment before their chests would have touched, he overbalanced, his constant shifting having finally caught up with him. All at once, he'd fallen half over Michael in a breathless heap, his hands on the grass at either side. The kiss was forcibly broken, and Dare looked down at Michael, mossy eyes hazy with everything still coursing through him.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael was on his back on the grass, looking up at Dare through eyes just as hazy, his chest rising and falling in quick breaths. His hands were still at Dare's sides and, he knew, if he hadn't been so taken with the lingering pleasure of the kiss, there would have been a second of panic. As it was, he grinned, shifting slightly underneath Dare, his blood still rushing through him.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's grin sparked an echoing one from Dare, a broad curve of his lips that shone in his eyes as well. It was strange how good--how right--this felt. Right now, he couldn't remember how they'd gotten to this point, but right now, it didn't matter. What mattered was his intention to take advantage of the situation, just for a bit, to stretch it out a little longer. He kissed Michael again, playfully once more, letting the tension subside on its own.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael returned it softly, letting the pleasant tension flow out of his body. His hands ran lightly up Dare's sides, faintly wondering if he had a ticklish spot, the thought bringing a grin and a faint memory of Anna that quickly faded away, leaving only the grin. He couldn't help the movements of his fingers, even if some part of his mind registered that it was silly and immature.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare tried to ignore, or at least to pretend to ignore the ticklish sensations on his sides, but didn't last long. He was grinning against the kiss, and then all at once his mouth broke away as he laughed, a free, rolling sound that echoed through his body. "Bastard, that's cheating!" he chuckled, shifting only far enough to draw his left hand up and fight back. His fingers sought out Michael's ribs even as his own attempted to shift away from Michael's onslaught.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

"Since when?" Michael asked, laughing unrepentantly. Usually he wasn't very ticklish, but then again, he had never had Dare's fingers on his ribs. His elbows tucked in, though it didn't leave his hands much room to move and so he quickly abandoned that tactic, deciding instead that it would work better to sacrifice. One hand continued while the other tried to grab Dare's and pull it away from his side, all while he tried to get away.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare could hardly speak for laughing so hard. "Since...I said so!" he said, the argument unarguable simply because it was no argument at all. He rolled, trying to get to his side so he didn't have to support himself on one hand anymore; he needed more ammunition. "I'm the one in charge, remember?" he claimed, unsure whether the words were even intelligible through the laughter.