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Chuck ([personal profile] dieharder) wrote in [community profile] insurgents 2013-01-24 12:14 am (UTC)

[There's something familiar to the feeling. He's all instinct and no rationality now, he doesn't see it, he doesn't think it, but - he can feel it coursing through him, the sense of dread that crawls up his spine at that last moment before he can feel Mutt's wheels leave solid ground, engine roaring louder as Mike releases the pedals. That dread morphs into something, Chuck can't really pinpoint it most of the times, but when he's screamed his lungs out, so much so that his throat is raw and dry and he has to stop just so he can gasp for air, his blood isn't flowing to the right places and he loses sense of what's up and down, left and right anymore.

It tingles its way to his nerve endings. Except this time, he can feel his nerves connected almost directly into Mike's skin. He shakes, shivers, something unintelligible muffled loudly into the kiss as his muscles contract, hips still moving of their own accord and his hand clutching tighter around them.

Chuck doesn't stop moving, or touching, but he's not really there now. His brain's somewhere else, somewhere between the ground and the sky, the fall and the landing, Mike burning and grinding against him like an overheated engine, growling louder and driving him over the edge. Just like always.

(Were the moment different, and he would wonder if Mike grips the wheel in the same way he does Chuck.)]

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