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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 16:42:29 GMT -5
Dare relaxed just a little with Michael moving against him like he was. The rest of his tension simmered, some of it remaining firmly in place, though the majority of it simply shifted. When his hand released Michael's, it was only to slide up Michael's right arm, his fingers spreading infinitesimally to take in the feel of muscles normally hidden beneath much thicker fabric. His hand curved around Michael's shoulder, then down his back even as they moved together. There he stopped, unsure all over again where his limits were.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 16:47:01 GMT -5
Michael didn't want limits. He wanted to pretend that there hadn't been a span of some weeks where they had been afraid to even touch each other. He was starved for the feel of Dare touching him and he pressed against Dare and bent his arms to pull Dare closer and rest his hands on Dare's shoulders. Dare didn't need to stop, as far as Michael was concerned, there was nothing they could do in the club that he didn't want.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 16:54:48 GMT -5
There was no mistaking Michael's invitation, and so Dare pressed even closer, until his body was tight against Michael's. His hand moved down into Michael's pocket, holding him so there was no option of moving separately. His lips parted slightly and he nuzzled into Michael's hair again, breathing him in even as all of it, the feel of Michael, the relief, and pent-up need threatened to drown him. And they hadn't so much as kissed.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 17:00:32 GMT -5
A sound not loud enough to be heard over the pounding music made its way from Michael's throat at the intensity he felt coming from Dare. When was the last time he had felt that from Dare? He realized they weren't talking, that they hadn't even kissed, but it felt so much more necessary to be able to touch and be comfortable. There would be time for talking, for now he wanted to feel.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 17:14:02 GMT -5
Dare's eyes slipped closed as he moved with Michael, working to pace himself. He didn't need to drag Michael off to a dark corner somewhere, though the thought occurred to him more than once. His left hand was warm in Michael's pocket, firm against him, but his right cruised over Michael's back, taking in every ounce of tension that he couldn't misinterpret. If he had a thought of pulling Michael toward the doors, it was quickly forgotten in the face of what was happening now.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 17:18:38 GMT -5
Michael allowed himself to turn his head and press just one light kiss to Dare's neck, though it was so much harder to pull away then and keep himself from continuing. But it was so nice to have that small taste of Dare's skin. His right arm dropped to rest along Dare's left and he cupped his hand around Dare's shoulder. How had he survived so long without this?
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 18:58:36 GMT -5
That kiss, small as it was, sent a shiver up Dare's spine. There was no hiding how much all this was affecting him, not when he and Michael were wearing each other like second skins, and so he didn't try to hide it. He arched his body in a slow, leisurely motion against Michael just for the feel of brushing against him without pulling away. It had been far too long, and the more Dare lost himself, the more he wanted to forget where they were and devour Michael in the middle of the floor. The dance shifted, or rather, Dare shifted it. His movements with Michael became more deliberate, teasing both of them in a way. If he couldn't have Michael now, he'd satisfy himself with more risqué dancing.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 19:44:50 GMT -5
Michael took in a quick breath at the first movement and tightened his jaw and hands at the change in the dance. It felt good and he wanted badly to ignore the fact that they were in the middle of a dance floor. "We shouldn't," he managed to say before he knew he was going to get even more taken by the dance and by the movements Dare was making. No one would know, right? He buried his face in Dare's neck.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 19:59:40 GMT -5
Dare's eyes squeezed tighter as those words, and he knew they were true, whether he wanted to accept that or not. He was already revved up, wonderfully so, but even if they got away with what his body so desperately wanted, it wouldn't be right after, would it? Dare's teeth clenched, but he forced himself to bring his arms up around Michael's waist and, painfully slowly, he forced his hips to stop the motion he'd given in to. It was everything he could do not to start again.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 20:11:05 GMT -5
Michael let out a long breath and resisted the urge to continue what Dare had started. He wanted to, badly, but they were in the middle of a club, they couldn't. "There's always tonight," he reminded Dare, though that thought did nothing to help his condition. He didn't see how they would calm down as long as they were in the middle of the floor and pressed against each other, but he couldn't pull away, either.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 20:42:24 GMT -5
There's always tonight. But what if there wasn't? What if they left and Michael was distant again? What if he f~ed something up and they were back to square one? Dare didn't want to think about that, and with that thought, he decided that he didn't want to go home and risk breaking the spell. So he held Michael, denying himself the pleasure of moving with the music, and struggled to think of something, anything that would help him calm his body. It was harder than he thought.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 20:50:31 GMT -5
Michael quickly realized that he wasn't going to calm down with Dare still holding him like that, not when it had been so long since they had really done anything. He pulled his head up and looked at Dare. "Let's get something to drink," he suggested. It would give them both a chance to cool down and regain control over themselves.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 20:55:23 GMT -5
Dare blinked his eyes open, and the moment his mind was able to interpret the words, he nodded. "I'll follow you," he said. It was going to be a while before Dare was presentable, and at least Michael wasn't wearing skin-tight pants. Dare made himself release Michael, then slipped behind him again, resting his hand at Michael's hip.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 21:05:05 GMT -5
Michael nodded and started fighting his way through the crowd of people on the floor. In a way, he was glad to be out of the intensity of Dare's arms, it gave him a chance to cool down, but in another he missed it. He told himself firmly that there would be plenty of time later for them to make up for lost time. It was a weekend, after all.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 21:10:51 GMT -5
Dare didn't move from behind Michael even when they reached the bar. He'd adjusted himself a bit as they walked, but the problem wasn't much better, since he'd spent most of the time admiring how well his shirt fit Michael. It was only as they got up to the counter that he realized he should have been thinking about Quidditch or Herbology. It was too late now and they were here, so he took up that comfortable posture at Michael's back again.
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