Don't Even Think About It... (Michael/Dare)

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

That soft motion of Michael's thumb had its immediate effect, and a light trickle of electricity swept from his thumb up to his shoulder, his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Dare took a couple light breaths, calming himself just that much before speaking again. "Maybe I'll have to think of another thrill to make up for it," he suggested, his voice low with meaning. Still, his eyes laughed softly, giving them both just that much of a buffer in case the words said too much.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

"Yes you will," Michael agreed, his lips curling up in a grin. "Any ideas?" His eyes sparkled, partially in laughter and partially in acknowledgment of how the conversation could turn, that he was playing with fire, so to speak, in how much he was willing to do or say. His thumb started a slow motion up and down Dare's, the small amount of motion all he could muster at the moment, without just out and kissing Dare, but that would ruin the fun if done too soon, so he waited, and forced the urge down.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's blood was already running, from the pleasurable motion of Michael's thumb, the light game they'd begun, and the anticipation of more. "I've got a few ideas," Dare said, his gaze slipping for just a second to Michael's lips before raising to his eyes again. Dare shifted slightly, then turned to face Michael fully, tracing Michael's eyes for just a moment longer before his free hand rose, and his gaze slid to watch its path.

Dare's fingers paused the last moment they remained in Michael's peripheral vision, purposefully teasing, then swept lightly into his hair, tucking it carefully behind his ear. He let his fingers trace the shell of that ear, then down, Dare's tongue moistening suddenly dry lips as his fingertips made a slow path toward that sensitive spot on Michael's neck. "Anything yet?" Dare asked softly, his fingers circling that spot slowly, teasing.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyes closed briefly, his head tilting a fraction to the side away from Dare's fingers, though it wasn't discouraging, quite the opposite. "Do I have to answer?" he asked just as softly when his eyelids came under his control again. He rather liked the idea of just letting Dare continue on with his little teases and that would have been fine with him, though he knew he wouldn't be able to take such a passive role for very long before he needed to act.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's gaze rose briefly to Michael's, memorizing the look in his eyes at that moment, then slid back down the line of his neck, exposed with Michael's hair pushed back behind his ear. "How will I know how I'm doing if you don't answer?" Dare asked. His hand shifted, his thumb brushing lightly against Michael's neck, mimicking the motions his mouth wanted. "It doesn't have to be words," he added, referring back to their kiss in the kitchen that morning. It had said enough to make him dizzy.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

"I think it's very obvious how you're doing," Michael said, but couldn't stay still, so let his free hand come up to Dare's waist, resting lightly though after a few moments he let it move up Dare's side. That Dare was getting such a reaction just from barely touching him shocked Michael when it hit him, because it felt like so much more than just a light touch. He shifted, bringing himself closer to Dare as he did so, wanting more contact but hesitant to leave the hazy world he was in.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael was definitely answering, and it was all Dare could do to keep playing, to keep from just giving in and kissing Michael now. Dare's gaze shifted over the curve of his neck as he moved closer to Michael, inhaling deeply at the light press of their bodies. His hand shifted, and he watched it a moment as it trailed down toward Michael's chest, disappearing between them. Then Dare leaned, pausing with his lips a breath away from Michael's neck for one teasingly long moment before he parted his lips against it. There was no kiss first, nothing to distract from it, and Dare set himself to tormenting Michael with as much pleasure as he could summon.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael took in a deep breath when he felt Dare's lips on his skin, the tense moment before where he had just felt warm breath ending in something of a shock to hypersensitive skin. His hand trailed around to Dare's back, after it had taken its fill of his side, and he squeezed lightly with his other before pulling it away to join the one already around Dare to trace his back. His eyes closed lightly and it still felt as though he were in a haze, some kind of wonderful dream that he didn't want to leave.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hand, freed now, swept up without hesitation, curving lightly against Michael's jaw and cheek, caressing that side of his face as Dare's lips caressed the opposite side of his neck. His other hand traced the edge of Michael's abdomen, unable to take in any more with the press of their bodies against one another. His hand swept around Michael's side, low against the dip of his back, and then his fingers spread, taking in as much as he could as his hand moved firmly up Michael's spine. It was all slow, but so intensely pleasurable that Dare's mind was lost to it, to the taste and feel of Michael and every sensation as he let himself tease and explore.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael arched slightly into Dare, his hands pulling Dare against him as he did so. His arms wrapped farther around, then up as he let his fingers trace the muscles of Dare's back. He nuzzled into Dare's neck, and when his lips met skin they parted, letting himself taste and attempt to give back some of what he was receiving. The feelings were intense, both emotionally and physically, it felt as though the entire morning had just been leading up to it, all of the tension, the wordplay, and the short nonverbal conversation all coming together.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

A soft groan slipped from Dare's lips at the pressure of Michael's body flush against his. He paused for all of a moment, taking in the almost suffocating pleasure of it, then resumed his attentions with more fervency than before. He could feel Michael's kiss through his entire body, could feel the heat of the touch at his back pooling low in his abdomen, and he relished it, reveled in every sensation. His hand at Michael's back curled, wrinkling the cloth of Michael's shirt, then flexed against him, needing that extra small bit of release.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

The smooth, uninterrupted feel of Dare's body pressed against his was, while still slightly alien, something Michael had learned to crave. It was, perhaps, something he had always been looking for, the stability that was so very different and brought a sense of calm, where before he had felt the constant burning need to protect who he was with. The need was still there, but subdued, hiding until the appropriate time came, crushed, at the moment, by the sensations from Dare's hands and lips.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hand at Michael's jaw shifted, sliding back to spear through his hair, to cradle Michael's head against him, encouraging. He felt like he could melt into Michael, like if he just held Michael close enough, kissed him long enough, he could take Michael into himself and be whole. It was a strange concept, one even he didn't understand, but he felt it all the same, and it was overwhelming. His hands shifted, both of them moving to guide Michael's head up, and Dare brought his lips to Michael's at last. He needed this kiss, needed to share with Michael what he wanted, but couldn't voice, wouldn't push for. But he wanted it, and he wanted the intimacy of the kiss.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael felt immediately lost to the power of the kiss, the emotions so obvious and flowing from him. Even though the first reaction had been reluctant, not wanting to leave his position at Dare's neck, it was quickly forgotten in face of the kiss. His arms remained around Dare, holding him close and refusing to give up the contact of their bodies. His hands spread out over Dare's back to take in as much as he could, though he put most of his concentration into the kiss.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's hands clutched at Michael's head, holding him firm into the kiss until the desire to touch him grew too strong to deny. Then they lifted, moved to Michael's shoulders, firm against him, kneading the muscles, needing every contact he could get as his hands worked their way down Michael's back. Michael's shirt was a distraction, an annoyance, and the tension grew, but Dare held himself back, though he wasn't sure how long he would last.