[As far as proximity goes, they'd been closer before. He'd clung tight to Mike, whether in fear or relief, and sometimes when they fell asleep together he'd wake up, arms wrapped around him, sometimes a little too tight. Something would linger back then, an itch or a tingle, but either him or Mike, whoever woke up first, would slip out of the hold before he could give himself the chance to try to scratch it out of him. And most times they were yanked awake by the alarms firing off anyway - those times he had no time to even remember that feeling.
This is different, though, but at the same time all too familiar. Mike's hand burns through the fabric of his shirt, and leaves an imprint against the skin, Chuck is sure of that. The muscles twitch and tense at the touch, and he sighs audibly, his legs shifting and the rest of his body moving only barely, half a centimeter if so much, closer to Mike's touch. He rests his other hand on Mike's other shoulder, only riding farther up, his cold fingers feeling the warmth of Mike's skin that covers the exposed neck, his thumb settling in the curve of Mike's jaw just underneath his ear.
He feels hot to the touch, Chuck realizes. Especially because, unlike his face, Chuck's hands are cold and the contrast makes it all the more noticeable. He shivers, and he looks up into Mike's eyes again, this time actually managing to murmur something. Even if coherence could be argued.] Mike...
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This is different, though, but at the same time all too familiar. Mike's hand burns through the fabric of his shirt, and leaves an imprint against the skin, Chuck is sure of that. The muscles twitch and tense at the touch, and he sighs audibly, his legs shifting and the rest of his body moving only barely, half a centimeter if so much, closer to Mike's touch. He rests his other hand on Mike's other shoulder, only riding farther up, his cold fingers feeling the warmth of Mike's skin that covers the exposed neck, his thumb settling in the curve of Mike's jaw just underneath his ear.
He feels hot to the touch, Chuck realizes. Especially because, unlike his face, Chuck's hands are cold and the contrast makes it all the more noticeable. He shivers, and he looks up into Mike's eyes again, this time actually managing to murmur something. Even if coherence could be argued.] Mike...