[And that doesn't escape from his gaze, he watches closely, notices how the shadows deepen when Chuck's shoulders angle higher, how his lips glisten in the dim light at the sudden dart of his tongue.
He barely bites his own, just tugging at the inner skin of his mouth as his eyelids lower.
Because Chuck doesn't seem to mind this, even if he's tensing and he's coiling in himself. Even if all of the sudden the air between them has thinned and Mike needs to remind himself to breathe a bit deeper.
The thought "I can't do this" doesn't run in his mind. It's that it doesn't that he's amazed at. So he can, and he will, as he shifts his weight onto a shoulder, reaching to where Chuck's hands are clasped, eyes wide.
"Are you having trouble breathing, too?" he silently asks.]
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He barely bites his own, just tugging at the inner skin of his mouth as his eyelids lower.
Because Chuck doesn't seem to mind this, even if he's tensing and he's coiling in himself. Even if all of the sudden the air between them has thinned and Mike needs to remind himself to breathe a bit deeper.
The thought "I can't do this" doesn't run in his mind. It's that it doesn't that he's amazed at. So he can, and he will, as he shifts his weight onto a shoulder, reaching to where Chuck's hands are clasped, eyes wide.
"Are you having trouble breathing, too?" he silently asks.]