Another Night In (Michael/Dare)

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael let the leg closest to Dare fall back down and he leaned closer to Dare, going on an impulse to pull Dare's arm up over his head to rest across his shoulders. Then Michael glanced up at Dare before leaning into him. He was intrigued by the quickly moving pictures, the flashes of speech and music. He wondered faintly why Dare was whispering, but if it was similar to a play, then it was rude to speak during it.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's lips curved. He shifted closer, making himself comfortable, loving the feel of Michael's shoulders beneath his arm. He watched Michael through the previews, watched the play of light flashing across his eyes, watched the slight changes in his mouth. He watched Michael until the previews died away, and the movie began. Then he turned toward the screen, shuffling down slightly in his seat to watch the mayhem begin. American Pie.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyebrows creased as it started and he was thrown into the strange culture of American muggle teenagers. He asked a few questions when he couldn't wrap his mind around some of the things, or when something confused him, but tried to figure out as much as he could by himself. There was one part where his eyes widened and he glanced over at Dare. "Did that mean what I think it did?" he asked softly, giving Dare a meaningful look.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare choked down his laughter and brought his glittering gaze to Michael. "Sure as hell did," he said. Dare leaned closer, pressing his lips to Michael's cheek. He murmured a brief explanation about Muggle laxatives, gave Michael another quick kiss, then turned back to the movie.

During the prom after-party, Dare's mind began to wander. He'd seen the movie before, and the next couple bits were just Kevin and Oz losing their virginity with their respective girlfriends. Dare looked aside at Michael again. Then he set aside the popcorn and brought the hand that wasn't settled against Michael's shoulder over to sweep Michael's hair back. Then he brought his lips to Michael's neck in a series of light, teasing kisses leading up to that spot that always got a reaction.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael leaned closer to Dare but tried to keep his mind on the movie, and was successful until Dare reached that spot. He pulled his eyes from the oddly gripping scene before him and tilted his head away from Dare. "No fair, I'm watching the movie," he argued lightly. The strange movie that it was. He was, though he'd never admit it to anyone but Dare, riveted by the near taboo that it represented.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

"They're going to have sex," Dare murmured, summing up the next few minutes. His hand at Michael's shoulder swept up slightly, topping Michael's collar to brush his fingertips against the other side of Michael's neck. His other hand settled on Michael's knee, long fingers curving over it as he continued his light assault. He had a thought that this was Michael's first movie, and he shouldn't interrupt, but it was a date, too. This was part of taking your significant other out. Besides, if Michael really wanted him to stop, he'd stop.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyebrows came together in a mixture of pleasure and very slight annoyance. He wanted to finish watching the movie, but he was being distracted, pleasantly distracted, even though he tried hard to keep his concentration. Still, he only barely tried to keep himself from shifting towards Dare, failing quickly as he pressed his leg lightly to Dare's. He didn't know why he was so fascinated by watching the scenes, but he couldn't pull his eyes away.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare continued to amuse himself, without pushing for Michael to join in, until he heard the sounds of the movie shift. Then he sighed, pressed one last light kiss to Michael's neck, and half straightened to watch Finch and Stifler's mom. The rest of the movie from there was one gag after another until the end, when the guys finally shared what they'd learned and added a moral to the farce of Muggle high school.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

When Dare pulled away Michael flicked the shortest of glances up at him, then broke his concentration long enough to turn and press a soft kiss to Dare's jaw before resting his head on Dare's shoulder to finish watching the movie. He sighed when the movie ended, or he assumed it did, the screen went black and white names started to scroll up. "Are muggle schools really like that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched the names. He couldn't imagine it, it would be like living with hundreds of Emilians.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare chuckled. "The last time I went to a Muggle school, I was ten," he said, "and it wasn't then. But I had a friend later on who was a Squib, and he said a lot of it was. It was an exaggeration, though. In some places." The teen angst and drive for sex didn't need exaggerated, but everything else... Dare nuzzled lightly into Michael's hair, breathing him in for a moment. Then he murmured a teasing, "Was it good for you?"

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael laughed lightly and nodded, "I want to see another one sometime." He didn't move, didn't really want to get up, so he twisted farther towards Dare, his leg still bent falling slightly over his other as he took Dare's hand in one of his, his free one moving to Dare's knee. "That girl in the band," Michael said, settling against Dare, "She was weird."

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare chuckled again. "Yeah, she's a freak. But that's why it's fun." Dare's fingers slid through Michael's, curling lightly around Michael's hand before he felt the stiffness of dried blood. Dare sighed and lifted his head, looking down at Michael's hand, though he could only see part of the damage with the flickering light. On cue, the credits on the screen faded, and the lights came back up, though the advertisements didn't resume. Dare kept hold of Michael's hand as he looked down again, then flicked his gaze toward the floor as a white box with a red cross on it caught his eye. "Stay here," Dare said, then released Michael's hand to reach for the box.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael sighed and looked down at his hands, one resting on his knee and the other on Dare's. They didn't hurt, he couldn't feel them at all really. He sighed again and watched Dare, not having planned on moving anyway. He didn't like being reminded of what he had done, it was uncomfortable and brought that pain back to his chest as it made his thoughts trail back to the reason he had done it.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare brought the first aid box onto his lap, opening it to find healing potions, bandages, and other useful things. He gave the contents a brief lookover, then started talking as he gathered things. "Maybe next time we'll watch Pirates of the Caribbean," he suggested. "A movie book can't begin to show you the wonder that is Captain Jack Sparrow." Dare glanced up at Michael with a crooked smile. "You did an awesome job, though," he added.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled at Dare, the memory of that night, of that kiss, making him momentarily forget what had happened. "I would love to see that movie," he said, he already knew the plot and what all happened in it, so he would be able to focus on other things instead of just trying to understand the plot. He was interested to see how correct his interpretation of the character was.