[Crash and burn. And that's pretty much how it feels to Chuck right now - heat waves wash through him, lashing out through every hot exhale against Mike's skin. His clothes burn as if they were on fire, and he can feel every hem and crease with added pressure, shifting and tearing at his skin like a saw.
He only stops moving when he's sure the both of them landed, safely, and crawled away from the wreck unscathed. He doesn't let go, though, or pull away. He doesn't even dare open his eyes, his other hand moving only to rest over Mike's hipbone, fingers lightly playing across the skin. His breath comes in short, uneven rasps, Mike's breath tickling across his cheek and making him giggle just a bit into his sighs.]
... wow. [And wow really, because he wasn't planning on saying that out loud. It surprises him how hoarse and spent his own voice sounds too, and he swallows dry and clears his throat. It's kinda dumb and pointless now, he knows, but he can't help it as he feels a hint of a blush spread across his face. He honestly hopes this doesn't mean he just screamed a lot - he really can't remember, so hoping is all that's left.]
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He only stops moving when he's sure the both of them landed, safely, and crawled away from the wreck unscathed. He doesn't let go, though, or pull away. He doesn't even dare open his eyes, his other hand moving only to rest over Mike's hipbone, fingers lightly playing across the skin. His breath comes in short, uneven rasps, Mike's breath tickling across his cheek and making him giggle just a bit into his sighs.]
... wow. [And wow really, because he wasn't planning on saying that out loud. It surprises him how hoarse and spent his own voice sounds too, and he swallows dry and clears his throat. It's kinda dumb and pointless now, he knows, but he can't help it as he feels a hint of a blush spread across his face. He honestly hopes this doesn't mean he just screamed a lot - he really can't remember, so hoping is all that's left.]