Seen and Unforseen (Michael/Dare)

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had finished with Dare's fingers, for the moment at least, and had moved on to the firmer raised areas around the palm. He took his fingers away from the sensitive dip and moved them up to the spaces between Dare's, running the tips of his fingers along the insides of Dare's. Before this moment, though he had examined and touched Dare's hands, Michael had never felt more connected to the person he was leaning against.

His own body, which had remained content with only the slightest amount of that pleasant tension, began to wake, becoming hyper aware of the feel of Dare against him, from the light touch of their legs to the gentle pressure of Dare's head against his to the strong feel of Dare's shoulder beneath his cheek.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's fingers were so sensitized from the light, teasing brush of Michael's lips that the brief continuous motion of his fingers running against Dare's sent a wave of warmth and elecrticity through his veins. Dare pulled a long, deep breath through parted lips, then held it one tense moment, his chest tightening before he let it out in a rush. His entire body was tightening now, pleasantly pulsing with the beat of his blood.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael couldn't make himself stall any longer and let his lips press against that tender spot right in the middle of Dare's palm, feeling Dare's fingers spread out across his cheek and jaw. It was a comforting feeling which did nothing to ease the tension spreading through his body at a steady pace. Michael's eyes closed completely, letting him concentrate on the physical sensations. One arm lay against Dare's forearm, holding his wrist lightly, the other hand continued its gentle touches against Dare's fingers.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare couldn't help the low, nearly inaduble sound that slipped from his throat at the warm press of Michael's lips against his palm. How something so seemingly innocent could feel so unbelievably good was a mystery he could only begin to wonder at through the haze of his mind. He'd seen his hands as tools for so long that everything Michael did, everything he was feeling from those caresses, was a revelation as much as it was anything else. Dare didn't know how much more he could take.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael shifted, letting one leg stretch out again to press itself fully against Dare's, wanting even more contact as the tension grew. The light pressure of Dare's fingers on the sensitive skin of Michael's jaw and cheek sent pleasant warmth spreading through him, following the path of the tension to the tips of his toes, then racing back up his legs to settle low in his stomach. He sighed softly against Dare's skin, opening his lips to taste, the faintest trace of wood there from the pencils Dare had used to draw Emilian.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

The motion of Michael's leg, and the damp feel of his tongue combined to send a shiver through Dare's body. He couldn't hold still any longer, the tension having built up toward the breaking point from the moment Michael had set himself into this teasing pleasure. Dare rolled onto his hip toward Michael even as his hand rose, drawing Michael's face up toward his own. Dare's eyes were hazy, his pupils wide in the moment before his eyes closed and his lips sought Michael's. He needed this kiss, needed the relief of it the way he needed air.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

The change was a shock to Michael, who had been in his own world for the last few minutes. His eyes flickered open just in time to see the feelings in Dare's before his eyelids fell closed again as their lips touched. His hands remained in their previous positions, his fingers automatically continuing their small strokes against Dare's. His chin tilted up farther to press his lips against Dare's, not realizing until then that it was what he had been working towards since the first brush of his lips against smooth skin.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's body had already begun to make demands on him, and though he ignored them, they showed through in the heat of the kiss as he parted Michael's lips. Everything Michael had done had called up intimacy and comfort, but it had also stoked that tension that had been between them almost from the beginning. Dare's hand curved more purposefully against Michael's jaw, his fingers stroking softly, giving back all the tenderness he'd received even as his kiss threatened to spark flame.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael released Dare's hand, reaching up to his neck and curving around the back, feeling the tips of Dare's hair tease the back of his hand. The hand he had wrapped lightly around Dare's wrist tightened just the smallest amount when he felt the light touches on his jaw which sent shivers skating down his spine. A low sigh slipped from his lips as he urged the kiss to deepen.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare needed little encouragement, and the feel of that sigh against him, though slight, was more than enough. Dare's hand was immobile in Michael's, the tendons tight, but leashed, unwilling to even try pulling away from Michael's grip. All the motion he allowed himself was the light motion of his fingers against Michael's jaw, tracing the edge and just beneath, and the motion of the kiss. He laid seige to Michael's mouth, tracing, teasing, taking everything in and purposefully inciting. He wanted the pleasure of it, yes, but he also wanted Michael to feel as good as he did.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hand feel down slowly, trailing from Dare's wrist down to his inner elbow, his fingers wrapping lightly around Dare's forearm as he tucked his own elbow into his side. The tight feeling in Michael's body only increased, multiplied by the shivers continually running from the touches on his jaw down his spine. He met Dare's teases and movements with his own lips and tongue and let his hand trail up into Dare's hair, running his fingers along his scalp.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare couldn't have said how they'd gotten to this point, even if he'd been able to think. It seemed like everything had just happened somehow, a shift so subtle and natural that it was nothing. And still, all the same, it was everything. Every slight motion of Michael's fingers only set him off further, Dare's entire arm singed from the path of Michael's hand against his sensitive inner arm, his entire head tingling from the sweep of Michael's fingers. Dare shifted further onto his side, further toward Michael, the length of his leg brushing Michael's with the motion even as the hand at Michael's jaw swept back into his hair. His fingers stroked through, then curved around the back of Michael's head, steadying him against the kiss that was quickly taking him over.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had given up questioning how things happened between the two of them, somewhere along the way he had decided to just accept it. His hand shifted, running once more through Dare's hair before moving down to his side, subtly asking him to come closer. The barrier of cloth on Michael's leg wasn't enough to stop the sensations racing up and down from the brush of Dare's. The fingers of Michael's other hand moved, lightly stroking the smooth skin.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare inhaled sharply at the sensation of Michael's fingers so light against his forearm, everything from his fingertips to his elbow burning with awareness and memory of Michael's touch. And then there was the hand at his side, and without thought, Dare moved, drawing as close as he could without unlinking his arm from Michael's hand. He shifted, his leg pressing firmer against Michael's, that heat, that touch affecting him too, and pouring out as another layer of intensity in the kiss. The hand at the back of Michael's head swept down, caressing his neck, then smoothing over the backs of his shoulders and his shoulderblades, craving more.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyebrows came together, his hand curling around Dare's side before sliding back farther towards his back. The blood was rushing through Michael's body, and the new touch on his shoulders made his muscles tighten. He wanted more, but was unsure how to ask for it, or even what he wanted, just knowing that he liked Dare's hand rubbing over his shoulders and that his mind was connecting it to flashes of remembered touches from by the lake.