Seen and Unforseen (Michael/Dare)

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare was as close as he could get, or he'd have moved closer. The muscles of his back tightened beneath Michael's hand, and his own hand moved lower against Michael's back, smoothing firmly against him, feeling the play of Michael's muscles against his palm as though the layer of his shirt was nothing. His other arm lay tense, all but forgotten the moment until he moved it toward Michael, only a bit, the light feel Michael's hand wrapped around it stopping him.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael hesitated, unwilling, then pulled his hand away from its perch on Dare's forearm after a small, gentle squeeze to run up Dare's body to his neck, then to his cheek and on up into his hair. The hand on Dare's back moved, tracing the lines of the muscles Michael could feel through the shirt. He sighed again, his eyelids fluttering slightly at the chill that ran through him from some breathtaking combination of everything that was happening.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare sighed then, relief sweeping through him with the freedom of motion as his arm wrapped around Michael, his body angling into Michael's as he pressed them together. His hands flattened against Michael's back for one tense moment as he reveled in the sensation of being chest to chest, then moved, resuming exploration. Every place Michael touched was tingling with awareness, and every place he touched Michael was relief.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael breathed in during that moment, long and deep, then let it out in a shaky breath and turned the new sensations into motions in the kiss. His arm wrapped around Dare's neck, his hand working through the hair on the other side of Dare's head now, making Michael feel almost as though he were clinging to Dare. Then, when he pushed his other arm farther around Dare's back, Michael realized he was, he was clinging to the reality of the firm body pressed against his.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's brows knitted at the intensity in Michael's pose, in the way his hands and arms surrounded him and held him close. There was no thought as his own hands tightened, taking handfuls of Michael's shirt, only to release and flatten against him again. One held firm, keeping Michael's body pressed to his, but the other needed motion, and his hand swept around to Michael's side and up, just taking in everything he could. He wanted more, though, and on a quick breath of air, his kiss left Michael's lips for the slope of his jaw, knowing the danger, but unable to resist. He wanted to taste Michael's skin enough that it was worth the risk.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hands tensed for half a second with the change and his eyelids lifted a fraction before he relaxed and let himself enjoy it. He tilted his head, his eyes shutting again. The hand wrapped in hair loosened and ran gently through it, lightly stroking Dare's scalp. His other hand continued to trace the shapes of Dare's back, taking in every small movement of the muscles and searching for spots that would bring a reaction.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

The soft motions of Michael's hands might have soothed Dare, but somehow they only affected him further. His mouth paused against Michael, or parted in a light exhalation of air when a streak of sensation shot through muscles that tightened at a touch. Still, the desire to kiss and taste was too much, and Dare's lips traced Michael's jaw, then slipped down to his neck, parting to assuage his need. He tried to tell himself to go slow, not to do anything that would be too much for Michael, but as his tongue met Michael's skin, restraint seemed an impossibility.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

That single sensation overshadowed everything else and his eyebrows creased as he waited a few moments to get used to the feeling, his hands pausing. Then his hands moved again, urging Dare on and giving him permission to continue. Even if he had wanted to push Dare away, he wouldn't have been able to, his mind would have reminded him of their time by the lake and not allowed him to do it. But he didn't have to worry about that, he quickly found that he did want it.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare had felt that moment of hesitation, and everything inside him had stopped, for just a moment, a heartbeat that stretched forever until he felt Michael relax, and their private world resumed. But that moment gave him back just enough caution that he forced his own desperation aside and focused on trying to please Michael, his lips searching out some especially sensitive spot that would make it all worth it for Michael. His hands, though they still moved against Michael's body, had fallen into the shadows for the taste of Michael's skin.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

There was a sharp breath in partial shock when Dare's lips brushed a certain spot on Michael's neck which released itself in the softest of sounds, barely audible against the sounds of the forest around them. He lost control of the hand at Dare's head and it pressed lightly, silently begging for more contact on that spot as he tilted his head away to give better access. The hand at Dare's back moved farther up, moving over his upper back.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's blood heated even more at that quick intake of breath and the sound that had followed. His mouth stopped, lips parted slightly, and he breathed against Michael's skin a moment before Dare's tongue touched against him. He focused his kiss, memorizing the taste, the feel of Michael's skin, even as he vaguely recalled his hands, smoothing over Michael's back and side. He let his hands explore as well, tentatively testing as they moved, in case Michael's muscles should tense. Otherwise, his palms and fingers shifted over Michael's upper body.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael pushed himself against Dare, wrapping his arm up and curling his hand around Dare's shoulder. His heart was racing and Michael couldn't think straight enough just yet to try and return what Dare was giving him, the only thought was that he needed to keep that pressure on his neck that was making that wonderful tension even better. He could feel the tingle in his body, that feeling that he craved.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hesitance, or what there had been of hesitance, melted at the force of Michael's response. His mouth widened against that spot on Michael's neck, purposefully giving whatever pleasure he could give, trying to make Michael feel good. Every reaction Michael gave echoed through Dare, and he soaked up every tension, every touch and gasp, letting it guide him, letting it keep him focused and sane.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

When Michael could focus enough to do something, he tried to press his own kisses to Dare's neck, but there wasn't much time for him to do that. There wasn't enough brainpower leftover from what Dare was causing him to feel to let Michael concentrate well enough to do much good. He shifted, bringing both of his knees up, needing the movement to release what little bit of tension he could.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Everything inside Dare was concentrating on Michael, on the feel of him, the taste of him, and every subtle motion of his body. He wasn't thinking about himself beyond that pleasure, and so there was no thought, no intent when one hand settled on the side of Michael's thigh. He'd sensed movement and been drawn to it, that was all. His hand didn't move, but rested there, comfortably, innocently, intimately, as his mouth continued its tempting assault.