Say it (Michael/Dare)

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael squeezed his eyes shut at the words, not because he didn't want to hear them, but because of the feelings they brought to his chest, and then Dare was kissing him. And everything felt more real, the relationship, the acceptance, than it ever had before. His arms stayed in their places wrapped tightly around Dare, the firm feel of their bodies pressed together what he needed, as he returned the kiss.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

The kiss was desperation, yes, but easily as emotional as physical. The two states fed off one another, each magnifying the other until they were indistinguishable. It was everything of desire, forgiveness, passion, everything of lust and love. There was no denying that last, and Dare didn't seek to. He wanted everything, wanted to share everything with Michael, so he hid nothing, held nothing back as they kissed. His hands tightened against Michael, soft hair and cloth crushed beneath his fingers as he sought something to hold onto, something to keep him from losing himself already, but he was already slipping, and it felt too good to fight.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Everything came together, multiplying and racing through Michael, making his heart and breath quicken with the force of it. It wasn't long before his mind was lost to everything Dare was giving him, and he tried to give it back, though he didn't know if it was possible to match the feelings, because he couldn't think straight enough to focus enough on giving back, though he tried, his hand running through the hair beneath his palm.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

The kiss was deep, on so many levels, and Dare's mind was gone completely, nothing left but sensation and powerful emotion. The hand in Michael's hair released, only to follow the curve of his head down to the back of his neck, then just a bit further, sweeping under Michael's collar. His other hand kneaded at Michael's back, the cloth abrading the soft skin of his palms, but going unnoticed as he concentrated on the play of muscles.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hand tightened in Dare's hair as he the other moved, smoothing up his back and feeling the muscles, then back down again and around to his side where he repeated the motions, trying to take in as much of him as was possible with one hand. It was all intense, though much more than their others had been. Michael thought that often about when they were together, but, perhaps because of the terrifying moments where he had been sure that he had lost Dare, it meant so much more.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

It was too soon, part of him knew it, far too fast, but everything had hit him in a rush, and it was too much to control. He wasn't thinking clearly, wasn't thinking at all, just feeling, loving, and needing to experience all of it. His hand at the back of Michael's neck tightened, then released only to spear back up into Michael's hair as his other hand swept down, ignoring the danger, just needing contact. It was just Michael's back, but as Dare's hand met skin, his palm felt on fire.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael pulled forward slightly, though there was nowhere to go, the touch on his skin surprising him. But, since there had been no prelude, no time to contemplate what was getting ready to happen, he couldn't bring himself to pull away, the potential overthinking was bypassed by the instant shivers racing through him because of the skin on skin contact. His own hand then floated down to hover at the edge of Dare's shirt.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare pulled a quick breath at the overwhelming feel of Michael's skin, of his acceptance, even if Dare had felt that first attempted motion away from his hand. Michael hadn't pulled away from the kiss, and Dare could feel the warmth of Michael's hand telling him that Michael wanted it too. Dare shifted his upper body against Michael's in wordless encouragement even as his hand moved, taking in the muscles all over again without the burden of that cloth barrier.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael took the encouragement, his hand slipping under Dare's shirt. He was soon distracted by the new feel of Dare firm and directly beneath his hand, his lips moving almost to autopilot for a few moments as he let himself get used to feeling skin instead of a shirt. Then he was right back in on it, putting as much of his focus into the kiss as possible while still focusing partially on the direct contact.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

A low sound of relieved pleasure, nearly inaudible, rolled from Dare's throat at the feel of Michael's hand against him. His own hand smoothed over Michael's back, his fingers tracing every muscle almost reverently. His other hand stroked through Michael's hair for just a short time longer, then dropped. It was a relief touching Michael, both hands moving against him now, memorizing him, loving him as completely as he knew how.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael couldn't begin to understand how Dare's hands could feel so good on him, and he mentally shook himself for having not let him do it before. His hand at Dare's back trailed up, tracing the line of his spine before spreading out to take in the shapes of his muscles. The other hand didn't stray any farther down, running through Dare's hair, across his neck, wherever he felt like moving it and, as it was, he couldn't take in enough of Dare even as his hands searched.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hands exulted in the feel of Michael's skin, and though everything in him wanted everything at once, he refused to allow himself to rush this. The back of Michael's shirt rose as Dare's hands swept up in unison, palms firm against the muscle, as they kneaded against his shoulders. It was intense, on so many different levels, the connection between them multiplied with the contact. A shiver raced up Dare's spine, lodging against the back of his neck, pooling within him as heat. It wasn't anything they hadn't done before, but now, it was so much more.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

The coolness of the air hitting Michael's back was made all the more noticeable by the heat simmering just beneath his skin, and sent goosebumps skating across his back and arms. He took a deep breath at the sensation, as the feel of Dare's hands on his back, and of his hands on Dare's back fought for dominance with each other, his concentration was split too many ways, and it was making his mind spin wildly.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare felt that reaction, and it only spurred him on, his hands firming in place for one tension-filled moment before they parted. The kiss was amazing, drugging, but he couldn't help following the motion of his hands as they parted around Michael's sides. It was amazing, feeling this for the first time really, his thumbs taking in the smooth skin of Michael's abdomen, his hands pushing up to Michael's chest. He wanted to memorize everything, wanted to feel everything, but he couldn't think, and didn't want to. There was nothing in his mind but the feel of Michael's body as Dare guided him back against the rug in front of the couch.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael took in another deep breath that was let out with a low sound at being pressed down. His hand finally broke from Dare's hair to join the other in its explorations. A thought tried to force its way to the front of his mind, that they were getting close to going too far, but he couldn't bring himself to bring it to a stop, not yet, not when everything still felt so good, though some logical part of his brain forced its way through the haze and said that it would be the smart thing to do.