[He's breathing deeply, but slowly so, evenly as he climbs down from the ride, pretty sure his feet would shake and give way if he were standing up. He nuzzles Chuck's face slowly as he nods in agreement, clearing the knot in his throat before rasping back a "yeah".
If Mike had been feeling lazy when he woke up, right now he was feeling languid, the constant weight on his shoulders gone from sight, away from them both. He opens his eyes, wide and alert, and finds himself taking in the sight of him for what seems the first time.
In the darkness and the haze, the flush surrounding the dark dust of Chuck's freckles makes them look like ground coffee, he almost doesn't realize he's doing it until he sees the hand that had been cupping the back of his neck reach around to try to swipe them from his cheek with his thumb. He smiles when they don't.
And Chuck looks relaxed, as relaxed as he's never seen him: shoulders slumped but not hunched over himself, uncovered eyes closed without wrinkling his lids and the skin around them, nothing between his brows, breaths even and full under his hand as it slides down his neck and places it between his collarbones. Something swells inside his own chest, even if he doesn't know what it is; he just wants him to cause that look on him more often.
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If Mike had been feeling lazy when he woke up, right now he was feeling languid, the constant weight on his shoulders gone from sight, away from them both. He opens his eyes, wide and alert, and finds himself taking in the sight of him for what seems the first time.
In the darkness and the haze, the flush surrounding the dark dust of Chuck's freckles makes them look like ground coffee, he almost doesn't realize he's doing it until he sees the hand that had been cupping the back of his neck reach around to try to swipe them from his cheek with his thumb. He smiles when they don't.
And Chuck looks relaxed, as relaxed as he's never seen him: shoulders slumped but not hunched over himself, uncovered eyes closed without wrinkling his lids and the skin around them, nothing between his brows, breaths even and full under his hand as it slides down his neck and places it between his collarbones. Something swells inside his own chest, even if he doesn't know what it is; he just wants him to cause that look on him more often.
He repeats.] Yeah...