Ready to Go (Michael/Dare)

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare chuckled at that. The other bottle had been just as close as this one, after all. He didn't have it in him to argue that it was his water, though. It really didn't matter to him, and Michael's arms were still around him, one hand still low on his abdomen. Dare settled lightly back against Michael, comfortably adjusting their bodies against one another. Then he watched Michael from the corner of his vision, taking in the way his mouth moved against the bottle and the curves of his fingers around it. He let himself appreciate and be affected by it.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael finished and then glanced over at Dare, his lips curving slightly when he saw him. "Is it really that interesting?" he asked, flicking his eyes back to the water bottle and resting his chin back on Dare's shoulder. "Other than it tasting a little funny it's pretty boring to me." He tilted the bottle slightly to one side and then looked back at Dare.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's lips curved despite himself, forming a slightly sheepish smile. He looked into Michael's eyes just a moment before dropping them to the remainder of the water moving in the bottle. "I wasn't watching the bottle," Dare said, stating what was probably obvious. No, he'd been appreciating the way Michael's mouth moved, something he did whenever he thought he wouldn't be noticed. Apparently it hadn't worked this time.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael raised an eyebrow at Dare, not really making the connection until he thought it over for a few more moments. "Oh," he said, then his eyes sparkled as he lifted his hand up to touch the bottle to his lips gain. He had no problems teasing a little with Dare, especially with something to innocent as drinking from a bottle of water.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

"Oh no, Michael..." Dare tried, his protest fading as his eyes moved unabashedly--uncontrollably--to the place where Michael's lips parted against the plastic. He got a lot more detail actually watching than sneaking peeks, and that teasing glitter in Michael's eyes had done nothing for his composure. Dare forced himself to blink, then drag his gaze away, chuckling softly, even if heat was stealing up the back of his neck and pooling low in his stomach. "You shouldn't do that while we're out," he said, as though he didn't just have a gutter mind right now.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael grinned and set the bottle back down on the counter in front of them. "Shouldn't do what?" he asked, turning his lips to the spot just below Dare's ear. No, he probably shouldn't be doing it out in public, but there wasn't anyone there to tell them they weren't allowed, and Michael saw no reason to hold back teases even if he knew that it could lead to an early end to the night.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare made a soft noise that Michael probably couldn't hear as well as he could feel it, considering the press of those soft, water-moistened lips. He worked to keep his eyes open just enough to pretend he thought people wouldn't notice, but he was quickly losing interest in what they might think. Dare's hands moved, one moving back to seek Michael's hip, the other adjusting a quickly growing problem that wouldn't have bothered him at all if they'd been alone. "We should... go home," Dare managed.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael couldn't help the grin that spread over his lips again as he moved his lips against Dare's ear. "And why is that?" he asked, shifting against Dare. He loved the effect he was having on Dare, even if he didn't know the full extent of it from where he was standing. He did rather like the feel of Dare's hand on his hip, though. Not that Michael would argue going home, but he was quite enjoying what they were doing.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare had been waiting on tenterhooks while Michael whispered in his ear, but at that shift against him, he pulled a sharp breath. Dare had a flash of a thought of catching one of Michael's hands and bringing it against the evidence, but he knew he wouldn't do it, and especially not here. Instead, he murmured, "I want you." It was the simplest truth he could settle on. Dare had to adjust himself again, then he brought his other hand around to settle against Michael's other hip. He wanted more of Michael moving against him, and since he didn't think he could turn from the bar right now, he thought he might as well give in.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael just barely heard Dare's words, but it was more than enough to make his eyes close as his spine shivered and heat raced through his body. He couldn't have said why hearing those words spoken so softly affected him so much, all he knew was that he didn't have a choice other than whispering into Dare's ear once more. "Let's go home." His hands spread out over Dare and pulled him close again, knowing that what they did there would have to do them until they got all the way back to the shop.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare had no argument in him. He turned in Michael's arms, only just resisting a kiss that he knew would go too far. Then he turned Michael in front of him to lead the way out. Dare was in no condition to walk brazenly through the club. He kept as much contact as he could manage, more for the feel of Michael than to hide himself, though it served that purpose as well. They wasted no time weaving their way to the front door, and from there, to Diagon Alley and home, adrenaline racing all the while.