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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 22:10:56 GMT -5
Dare inhaled deeply through his nose at the quick work Michael had made of his shirt. He forgot he'd slowed for a moment and let his hands drink Michael in greedily, loving every muscle with his palms and fingertips. God, I want you, I want you... Dare reigned himself in again, pausing the motions of his hands, but letting them settle low on Michael's waist, edging in on his stomach. I love you.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 22:27:28 GMT -5
Michael didn't know what to do from there, only that he liked the feel of Dare's back beneath his palm. His hand moved up Dare's neck and into his hair, threading through the colors and spreading out against the back of his head. Michael's heart pounded in his ears and he was sure that he could hear the blood rushing through, that if Dare put his hand over Michael's heart, he would feel it beating quickly.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 22:33:21 GMT -5
It was far too hot in the room, and Dare's shirt felt heavy, itchy. He didn't let himself pull away from Michael to remove it, gave no sign he wanted it off other than an unconscious arch of his back beneath Michael's hand. It was something to remind him that he wasn't letting this get out of control, no matter how much he wanted it to. His hands moved against Michael, and he reveled in the kiss, but for once, tried not to let the heat control him. It was a thin control Dare held.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 22:51:09 GMT -5
Michael was unaware of the struggle Dare was going through, he was just aware of the intense pleasure coming from the kiss as his hand moved farther up Dare's back. His shoulders felt strangely tense, but it was a good tension, a pleasant tension that he had gotten so used to feeling. He loved it, and fed off of it to give back as much as he was getting from the kiss.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 22:58:28 GMT -5
It was everything Dare could do not to shift against Michael. Even the distraction of his shirt wasn't enough anymore. Dare's hands smoothed up Michael's chest, over those tension-filled shoulders to the back of his neck where they speared into his hair. He focused everything into the kiss now, his mind growing dizzier as he tried to search for something to help him slow himself. I love you, Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 23:06:42 GMT -5
Michael's eyebrows came together at the sudden increase in the intensity of the kiss, and his hand tightened in Dare's hair in response. His mind was trying to leave him, and was quickly succeeding, whatever ability he had had to think leaving him with how intense everything was, with all of the pleasure and emotion flooding him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 23:14:16 GMT -5
Dare couldn't seem to stop himself. All day, he and Michael had kept some small distance between them, sharing brief kisses and light, comfortable touches. Dare was still holding back, trying not to do anything showstopping, and the tension was insane. He could hardly breathe for it. Dare's body tightened painfully, but he held himself, resisting the urge to press himself to Michael for one blissful moment that he knew he couldn't end. He had to stop. It was too much, he was going insane, it had to stop. He'd stop it, in just a minute.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 23:21:20 GMT -5
Michael breathed heavily into the kiss, his body tightening as it tried to deal with everything going through him. His hand fell from its place high on Dare's back to wrap his arm around Dare's waist, hoping for that bit of skin on skin contact to help with some of the wonderful tension. He didn't know how much longer everything would go, not when he couldn't bring himself to slow the kiss on his own.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 23:28:33 GMT -5
Some part of Dare had hoped that this time...but no, it wasn't like that, they weren't like that, and Dare reminded himself of that firmly through the haze. He reminded himself of anything that might help, anything he could grab, and backed the kiss down, forced himself to relax his hands and eventually break the kiss. He was still breathing heavily, still near shaking with wanting more, but that was all he could take. He wanted it too badly.
Dare curled his arms back around Michael's neck, leaning forward to lay his head on his own arm as he tried to gather himself. His muscles twitched in protest and he firmly ignored them. "I love you," he said breathlessly. "I love you, Michael." The rest was his problem, not Michael's.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2008 10:37:28 GMT -5
Michael wrapped his arms around Dare's back, keeping above his shirt, but still he could feel the tension in his body. But Dare hadn't asked, hadn't even began to push, he had said it was alright and that he was happy where they were, right? Michael pushed those thoughts out of his mind and focused on those words and on calming his own blood. "I love you, too, Dare," he said softly in between breaths.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2008 10:56:31 GMT -5
Dare's eyes squeezed tightly shut at those words and his name, the undeniable meaning of it all. Dare pressed a light kiss to Michael's jawline in silent appreciation, then took a deep breath and straightened. He wasn't going to make it until bedtime. "I, uh, I'm going to take a bathroom break," he said, hoping Michael wouldn't ask. He leaned in for another short kiss, just one more taste, then forced his body to move, to stand, though he realized that at the moment his jeans were painfully tight. "I'll be back in a few," Dare said, slipping out of the room.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2008 11:06:37 GMT -5
Michael nodded, not thinking anything of it until he caught a glimpse of Dare's pants. If I need to get off, I can do it myself... Michael's eyebrows came together and he shook his head, no, Dare just needed to go to the bathroom. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and his eyes fell to the two pictures Dare had taken, laying forgotten on the couch beside him, and he picked them up to look at them. In one the miniature him kept smiling and shaking his head, rolling his eyes every so often at whatever it was the Dare behind the camera was saying, and in the other... Michael smiled as the miniature him and Dare kissed softly in between glancing at the camera.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2008 11:21:31 GMT -5
Dare felt infinitely better when he returned to the living room. His blood was humming and his muscles relaxed as he sat down next to Michael, drawing both arms around him. He knew nothing of the sheen in his eyes, and the gentle curve of his lips could only be for Michael. Dare pressed a kiss to Michael's cheek, then propped his chin lightly against Michael's shoulder to look down at the pictures with him. "I'm claiming both of those," he said, his voice soft, but content.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2008 11:29:44 GMT -5
Michael raised an eyebrow and turned his eyes toward Dare. He didn't want either of the pictures, he was content with the one he had chosen that was laying in the kitchen, but he could still play around with Dare, couldn't he? "What if I said you can't?" he asked with a teasing gleam in his eyes. Dare would end up with the pictures, and Michael had nothing to say against it, but he couldn't help the tease.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2008 11:36:32 GMT -5
Dare's lips curved into a lazy version of his crooked smile. "Then I'll remind you who's in charge," he teased back. One of his hands moved, drawing back to Michael's stomach, then sweeping a slow path up his chest. "Or maybe I'll just talk you into it," he said. He knew Michael didn't have an issue with the pictures, but he felt infinitely better now, and it felt natural to play like this. Dare leaned closer, nuzzling lightly against Michael's jaw.
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