Waking Up

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Part of Michael just wanted to step back and watch the rarity that Dare having fun had become, but a much larger part wanted to pull him close and just dance. So after just a few seconds of his eyes wandering over Dare, he put his hands to Dare's hips to pull him close. At each side a finger found a belt loop and his eyes fell to watch Dare as he matched the motions of Dare's body with his own.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare shifted without a thought from the bouncing dance he'd been doing before, taking up motions far more conducive to having a partner. He let one hand settle against Michael's waist, riding the line between jeans and shirt, and let his other hand go where it would. It hovered in the air or slid against the back of Michael's neck, depending on the song and the mood that came with it. He had absolutely no intention of stopping until either Michael dragged him away or the club closed.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hands didn't stay at Dare's hips for long, and by the second song they had already started moving over Dare. He loved how it felt to move with Dare like he was. One hand went from Dare's hair down to his chest and then back up around his neck while the other stayed on his side and back. He wondered faintly if the club goers had learned that he and Dare were a couple and therefore weren't going to come up and ask them for a dance.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

The regulars had certainly figured it out, and the information was shared enough that if they were going to get interrupted, it would be a rarity instead of a regular occurrence. The fact that neither of them so much as looked at the others likely helped, and though there were still hopefuls, those who weren't more than a little drunk were discouraged without any effort.

The feel of Michael's hands was doing nothing to lower the tension that built so beautifully between them, and less and less of Dare's attention was on the music now. He still moved with it, but sensation was taking over, and soon Dare was echoing the motions, his hands taking advantage of the thinner material covering Michael's torso.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

The shift was easy and subtle, but it didn't take long for Michael to notice that the dance had changed. It always did, though, and he had gotten so used to it that he barely gave it a second thought. His hand threaded into Dare's hair and the other moved up to Dare's chest and to his collar bone, only to fall down again and wrap around his waist to pull him closer.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare moved easily, and one hand settled low on Michael's back below the dip of his waist, bringing their bodies against one another. His eyes were as hazy from the music as from the contact and motion. His eyes glittered with excitement and with desire. Everything outside the moment, even in the shadows of his mind that the music couldn't quite reach, had suddenly lost all significance. He hadn't felt this good in so long. God, I love you, Michael.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyes closed slowly and he tilted his head to lightly touch the side of his head to Dare's cheek. It was good to feel like this again, even if some part of Michael knew that it was going to end, that it would last the weekend at least before all the stress caught up with them again. He wanted to extend the weekend forever, even if he knew it couldn't happen. He loved the feelings the club gave them, though he wished they didn't have to go to the club to do it.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's mind was in an entirely different place from Michael's. The last time they'd been here it had been a wash of physical desire that ended in intimacy. He'd remembered things he hadn't given nearly enough thought to over the previous months, and it had been incredible, but this. This felt far more like the first time they'd come here. He felt it all the way through, and though he was still caught up in the moment, he was anticipating more, and even more than the kiss he brushed against Michael's cheek. "I love you," he said, the words only audible because they were spoken so close to Michael's ear. The emotion washing through him was even stronger than desire right now, and it showed subtly in the way he held Michael, with less hunger and more tangible emotions.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's eyes closed tighter at those soft words and he turned his lips up to Dare's ear. "I love you, too." He wanted nothing more than to feel like this every day, to feel even half as good as he did every day. He couldn't imagine feeling that way, not with...everything. Before, when he and Dare had spoken before they had left, he had felt at the end of his rope, but the dance and the emotions were healing him, even if it would only be temporary.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare slid his arms comfortably around Michael, his attention shifting again. He still moved with the music, but it was secondary now. He just wanted to hold Michael now and let himself bask in the strange feeling of the fog clearing. "I feel good, Michael," he said, the words somewhat tentative, but brimming with excitement, and a hint of pleased surprise. "I really feel good."

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael opened his eyes only to close them tightly again and rest his head on Dare's shoulder. His arm wrapped tightly around him and he tried to convince himself he could believe it. But he couldn't, it was impossible. He wanted to, badly, but he couldn't do it without being afraid of getting his hopes up. The last few times they had felt good it hadn't been very long before something had happened. But still, he pressed a light kiss to Dare's neck in response.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare accepted that as a response, refusing to let himself wish for more of a response or even dwell on whether he deserved a response. He focused on Michael and the dance, and if his mind began to wander, he reminded himself of the bag they'd bought. One book should be fun, and they needed some fun right now. And the other... hopefully it would cut out some stress. At the least it affirmed that the whole world didn't hate them after all.

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