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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 0:16:32 GMT -5
Michael couldn't have explained how he felt when he finally saw the doors to the club. He was excited and afraid and nervous and happy all rolled into one huge ball of tension. His hand searched out Dare's as they reached the doors and he glanced up into Dare's circled eyes. At least at the club things wouldn't be so intense, though in some aspects it would be, considering others would be watching.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 0:54:38 GMT -5
Dare gave Michael a smile that was a failed attempt at reassurance. His nerves were stretched too tight to offer much support, not that he'd practiced at all over the past weeks. He was worried about what might happen, worried that this was too big a step, or that he wouldn't be able to relax enough to have fun. That was another thing he hadn't been doing. His hand caught Michael's and wrapped around it, and he tried to clear his mind.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 1:03:36 GMT -5
Michael licked his lips before they walked into the club. Thought was momentarily blocked by the instant stimulation of lights, music, and even a little fog. It was oppressive and a shock to a body that hadn't been around anything but uncomfortable silence for weeks. It made him pull closer to Dare in reaction. He was almost afraid to initiate anything, but he didn't want to just stop, so after the momentary pause that walking in had brought, he started a slow journey to the dance floor.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 10:04:20 GMT -5
Dare followed as close behind Michael as he could manage without them tripping on each other's feet. The music was starting to do its job already, and though he didn't have it in him to move with it during the walk through the crowd, he was feeling it enough to distract his nerves a bit. He and Michael had only ever come here in high spirits before, and that association helped, too.
Dare watched the way Michael moved as they walked, and as they found a place among the dancers, he slid closer, wrapping both arms lightly around Michael's waist without letting go of his hand. If Michael wanted to turn there would be no resistance, but Dare decided he didn't want to wait that long to get back what they'd left behind in the bathroom at home. He only moved slightly with the music, but he was waiting for a reaction, any reaction.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 13:02:09 GMT -5
Michael's eyes immediately closed at the feel of Dare's arms around him, and he couldn't bring himself to turn just yet. He brought his free hand up to Dare's and began to move gently with Dare. It felt like there must have been someone staring and wondering why two people who were so obviously tense had come to the club, but Michael ignored the feeling and silently urged Dare to continue moving.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 15:19:57 GMT -5
Dare took in that encouragement like air, breathing it out only as he rested his head lightly against Michael's. For now, he was just holding Michael and the motion that went with the music was secondary. Maybe after a while he'd start hearing more than the beat. Maybe after a while he'd soak in enough of Michael to be able to let go, just a little. He was starved for the responses he was getting, responses he hadn't asked for or really tried for over the past weeks, sure he hadn't been welcome. He didn't recognize the misunderstanding, but neither did he question Michael's sudden acceptance.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 15:25:00 GMT -5
Michael had missed Dare touching him like that, the time they had at night wasn't nearly enough to satisfy, especially when he could feel the tension even so close to sleep. It was wonderful, that Dare was suddenly holding him again, that everything seemed to be suddenly back on its way to being normal, but he refused to dwell on the why in fear that it would all leave. He was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 15:38:21 GMT -5
Dare couldn't have said how long they stood like that, him wrapped around Michael and both of them only listening to the music enough to give the pretense of swaying to it. Eventually a song had started that Dare needed to dance to. He'd relaxed quite a bit holding Michael, and he loved the song enough that he'd begun to move, pulling Michael right along with him. His lips curved.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 15:45:20 GMT -5
Michael caught the change, and though he lamented the absence of the comfortable sway they had had, he blinked and looked up at Dare. His own lips curved in imitation of Dare's, something he hadn't been seeing anywhere nearly enough of the past few weeks, and he let Dare pull him and guide him to the beat of the song. He linked the fingers of his hands with Dare's and turned his head to the front to let the music move him with Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 15:52:39 GMT -5
That smile did wonders for Dare, and his arms tightened around Michael, bringing their bodies more snugly against one another. His hands shifted without pulling away from Michael's, sliding down to Michael's hips to guide him, and to be honest, because he just wanted to touch Michael. His head rested alongside Michael's, and his smile remained even as he started to crave just one kiss against the smooth neck.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 16:00:15 GMT -5
Michael's eyes closed at the tightening of Dare's arms and opened at the shift of their hands. He couldn't believe that everything had changed so quickly. Had the idea of going to the club really changed things so much? It wasn't hard to let Dare guide him, not when he was too busy focusing on the feel of Dare against him to even think about actually dancing. He needed Dare's hands on him just to keep up with the music, his mind was so happy to have Dare with him again.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 16:07:08 GMT -5
Dare had finally gotten to a point where thinking was optional, and he opted not to. He ruthlessly pushed aside any niggling remnants of the past weeks to focus on sensation, and more specifically, the sensation of letting the music move him, and letting himself move Michael. He could have kept going forever, and maybe he would have if a few songs in they hadn't been interrupted. "No," Dare said, fitting himself against Michael again.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 16:19:53 GMT -5
Michael felt a surge of emotion at Dare turning away the person and smiled broadly as he settled in once more against Dare. He loved how it felt to be there with Dare. He turned in Dare's arms to reach and cross his wrists behind Dare's neck, wanting the intimate feel of being face-to-face. He was making up for time lost over the past few weeks and there were so many things he wanted to do to make up for it that he had to settle for something.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 16:27:07 GMT -5
The guy didn't argue, but he looked like he would, and that was enough. Dare raised his left hand pointedly. "See the ring?" he asked dryly, then continued the motion back over his shoulder to where Michael's left hand was, linking their fingers lightly. He stared the guy down even after he'd turned to walk away. Then his other arm tightened around Michael's waist again and Dare leaned forward, nuzzling against Michael's hair. He didn't care how he'd gotten Michael back, but he wasn't giving it up.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 16:33:21 GMT -5
Michael smiled and closed his eyes, then nuzzled against Dare's head. It felt so good to have Dare's arm around him again! He shifted forward and began to move more against Dare. He didn't dance as much as some did, but he could when he really wanted to, and there wouldn't be a better time to do it than now, when they were finally getting out of their rut.
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