Another Night In (Michael/Dare)

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyebrows came together in his sleep and his eyes opened slightly. He registered that the things holding him so tightly were Dare's arms, and that that thing pressing against him was Dare's body. He turned his head to look at Dare through the haze in his eyes from sleep. Somewhere in his mind he knew that something had happened, but in his half-asleep state he couldn't piece together what it was. He lay his arms along Dare's and twisted enough to press a light kiss to some part of Dare's face that he could reach.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare felt that kiss on his forehead and looked up, his eyes as unreadable as Michael's in the near-complete dark. Dare's arms loosened slightly, not wanting Michael to worry or to ask. He brought his lips lightly to Michael's, though he was unable to pull away. Part of him felt selfish for clinging to Michael like this, but the rest of him wanted the reminder of Michael as he was now.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael turned towards Dare, his arms moving around him as he returned the kiss. His mind started to wake slowly, and something clicked subconsciously about why Dare had come to bed like he had, but his mind wouldn't let it come to the front. Instead he just let himself go with the kiss, deepening it slightly when he remembered the kiss Dare had given him before Dare had gone to change.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

There was no argument in Michael's response, no question, and that helped Dare infinitely. He shifted closer to Michael again, one hand sliding up into his silky hair, the other moving down his chest, over that thin layer of shirt that seemed to accentuate as much as it covered. He let himself begin to let go of all the pain he'd felt and absorbed from Michael's drawings, letting himself focus on the taste of his kiss and the steady strength of his arms.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael still felt half asleep, even if he was very aware of the feel of Dare against him. He sighed softly into the kiss and pulled Dare against him, wanting more from the kiss, and willing to try to get it sooner with his hazy state of mind than he would have normally. One hand moved down Dare's back, settling low on his back as the other moved around to Dare's neck, pulling him tight to the kiss.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

It was so intense already, and it didn't occur to Dare that Michael's inhibitions were naturally lower from having been woken. Dare's thoughts were sliding away, and he shifted over Michael, the kiss deepening again as he tried to match Michael, to give what he was asking for. The sketchbook, though it still hovered deep in the shadows of his mind, had been pushed away for everything that was happening now. The hand in Michael's hair tightened slightly, and the other slipped beneath that light, snug shirt, spreading against Michael's skin.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hand moved from Dare's lower back to his side, lightly touching the bone he felt under the skin before moving up to his ribs and around his upper back. His body arched slightly against the hand underneath his shirt, begging more contact. It was a dream, that was it, he wasn't really awake, he was dreaming, a wonderful dream about Dare. How easy it was for him to think that, when he had barely woken up before Dare had kissed him, when the lights were off and he could barely see even if his eyes were open.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare shivered at the contact of Michael's hand against his bare hip, his brows knitting tight as he shifted reflexively, just once. He was growing dizzy as his hand spread against Michael's skin, low on his abdomen, but staying clear of Michael's stomach. He didn't want this to end, this incredible desperation, this amazing moment where Michael was asking for more. Dare's hand clung to Michael's hair, anchoring him against the kiss as the he tried not to lose himself already.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hand ran over Dare's back one more time before settling on his hip again. His other hand pulled away from Dare's neck and down his chest, smoothing over dips and rises in a way he wouldn't have done in the middle of the day. In his dream, he could do whatever he wanted. But Michael couldn't remember ever having a good dream that was so very vivid, where he could feel Dare against him.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare shivered again, the desire to shift nearly overpowering. He wanted to, but Michael didn't want it, and without being sure, he wouldn't. Dare groaned, tensed as he held himself back, and poured everything he had into the kiss instead. His hand moved up to Michael's chest, away from the dangerous temptation lower on Michael's body, and struggled to hold on when sanity was slipping.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

His dreams rarely had sounds in them, and if they were they were whispers, they were only something else during nightmares. So Michael couldn't let himself think that it was a dream any more, not with that sound that Dare had made, and he pulled his hand up from Dare's hip, a small sign that he knew what was going on, though the haze of sleep had only been replaced by the haze of pleasure.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare felt that shift in Michael, but still, he held himself back. He wasn't sure what to make of it, wasn't sure if it meant anything at all other than that Michael had woken up. Dare didn't think he'd ever get to sleep tonight, but he didn't have it in him to pull away from Michael, not even a little. Dare broke the kiss, but only because he needed another outlet, needed a deep breath of air before his lips found Michael's jaw and neck. His hand curved against Michael's muscled chest, and his hips tensed to move, but he stopped the motion before it had even begun. He wouldn't give Michael any reason not to trust him. Not tonight, not ever.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

A soft sound came from Michael's throat at the change and his hands moved on Dare's sides, then curved inwards towards his stomach. He didn't mind that he was supposed to be asleep, the next day was Sunday, they could sleep as long as they wanted. He shifted against Dare's hand, encouraging if he would take it, which Michael had no doubt he would. But with how quickly the kiss had grown so intense, he felt very aware of everything, not wanting a repeat of the day they had went to the lake.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's offer was more than enough for Dare, whose hand shifted purposefully against Michael. It found its way to a certain spot, pausing there to tease and play just as his lips found the spot on Michael's neck. He poured himself into the kiss there, and his body shifted lightly into Michael's hand as he parted his lips against the skin. He couldn't think anymore, nothing left of his mind except for the drive to give Michael whatever was in his power to give.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael took in a quick, deep breath at the sudden combination and he couldn't keep his hands still. They trailed up Dare's torso, over his chest and up to his shoulders, then broke apart, one hooking around Dare's neck and the other moving over Dare's shoulders and upper arm. He forced himself to let his head drop, to kiss Dare's skin and not be selfish by not trying to return what Dare was giving him.