[There's a deep sigh, and his muscles relax visibly as Mike relieves the pressure. He lets go of Mike's arms and tries to move so that they're not so close anymore - now there's no more reason for them to be that near after all.] It's not like you won anything with this, you know.
Yes, I di...d. [Chuck's body moves away from him by shifting his torso first, making the angle of his hips change. It makes his hand wrap a little tighter around Chuck's side.
He recognizes from really old days, in practice, when someone kept something in their pockets. It could be a weapon, a knife, a retractable stick. In this context, though, he frowns, a little amused. Well, they had been doing changes and used a lot of tools the night before.] Chuck, did you actually bring a wrench to sleep?
Hm? [Chuck looks at Mike, arched eyebrow poking from between his bangs.] No, what--
[Then he glances down between the both of them. He doesn't say anything, or do anything for that matter. In fact, the only thing he does, as his whole body freezes in place, is turn a deep shade of crimson. Eventually, he cringes a little and tilts his head down in an effort to hide his eyes behind his bangs.] I... oh.
Chuck is suddenly beet red and looking like he's about to bolt somewhere. That, if anything, gets all the sirens in Mike's head ringing. He can't really look down, Chuck's head is blocking the view. So if it's not a wrench...
Oh dear god don't tell me he brought a part of Mutt that they forgot to reassemble.
... still, that was no reason for Chuck to be so embarrassed.] Listen, man, it's okay. We can fix it back. Don't worry.
[At that particular reply, Chuck's head snaps up, his eyebrows furrowing and drawing upwards as he looks at Mike in mild panic.]
What?! [His voice is tiny, cracked and high-pitched, like part of it got lost on its way out. He can't have heard that right. Mike can't have just said that.]
[He takes both his hands up to cover his face, not even daring to move one inch of the rest of his body right now. He's already too aware of everything as it is, he's not going to poke the dragon.
... pardon the pun.
He can't even handle looking at Mike right now.] You have no idea what you're saying, do you.
What? Of course I am. It can't be that hard, can it?
[He reaches up to lightly rasp his knuckle on the jut Chuck's wrist. He's a little worried. Something wasn't adding up and it made Mike's own gears turn. They could fix everything together - and the night before everything had looked fine, even if they had overlooked at something.] Chuck?
[Chuck whimpers from behind his hands, shaking his head vehemently. He takes a deep breath, or two, before he replies in one go, his voice low because he can't bring himself to muster his usual volume right now.]
It's not a tool okay no I didn't bring anything to bed with me last night.
Yeah, Mike had already understood that it wasn't a tool, why--
...wait, anything?
Click.
Oh.
He's... suddenly very undecided about what to do. He freezes for a second, eyes trained onto the back of Chuck's hands, and for once in his lifetime he's...
unsure of what to do.
He wants to draw his hands away, wants to pry Chuck's from his face and say that it's alright, it's a perfectly natural reaction because it's morning and they've been both in very close proximity while they slept, and that nerve endings don't fall asleep even if your brain shuts most of them down when it dozes off.
He feels like he's burning, himself, because he's obviously in contact with a part of Chuck that he hadn't even thought about and felt a little guilty and a lot invasive. But... he also wants to Chuck to not fall into a panic like that. It just didn't feel right.
Plus, it opened a door to... something that Mike was suddenly very curious about.
It also opened into a room that was framed by a lot of questions, but those... those really don't matter much at the moment.
Because he was suddenly very aware of every rib that his fingers were resting on, and the uprising heat coming from underneath Chuck's thin shirt.
He opens his mouth - a little more, since it had been open while he realized what was really happened - closes it.]
Yeah... well... about that.
[He chews at his lower lip, then upper. His voice is as low as Chuck's.]
[Very slowly, Chuck's hands slide down until he can look at Mike incredulously. So maybe Mike didn't get what was happening before, but he's sure the whole situation is pretty clear by now. Which is why Mike's words, just as loaded as the long, prolonged silence that preceded them, struck Chuck almost as strong as lightning would.
His mouth is moving, but it actually takes a couple of seconds until any noise manages to crawl out.]
What? I'm-- [That whole reaction didn't help much in the way of calming his rising level of panic and embarrassment. If anything, Chuck feels even more self-aware now, the hairs at the back of his neck standing on end as he feels a shiver start from where Mike's fingers rest, travel up his spine, do a 360 drift on his shoulders and travel down to the small of his back, ending exactly where it had begun.]
Mike, you don't-- that's, I'm, oh my God what, you don't have to seriously... I just-- I can just go and-- really...
[He's already overthinking the whole situation in his head by now. He's a little scared that Mike offered so promptly, he didn't even flinch, move away or even so much as let go of Chuck as he spoke. He just stood still, close, decided and willing.
(He should also be scared that his own response to Mike's suggestion wasn't an immediate 'no', but he hasn't gotten to a point where he's noticed that yet.)]
[Okay, so Mike hasn't thought this through. Maybe he was really insensitive about suddenly volunteering to venture into a space that was so very obviously Chuck's. And as close as they were, as much as they have gone through together, there were a few things that maybe they should just keep apart.
Still, he shakes his head. He did offer, he wasn't going to back down.] I know I don't have to.
[Chuck draws his arms closer to himself. He has no idea what to say to that, or even what to think of that. He bites the inside of his cheek nervously, hands resting on his own neck in a protective manner.]
But... [He dares a glance at Mike, but can't keep it up for long. He focuses on the collar of Mike's shirt instead.] It's a little weird, right? I mean... I'm... we're just-- this isn't... uh.
[The factor of protection on Chuck's body language is obvious to him. They've always been shields, tools, made to reach and grab for Chuck's life at the worst moments, rapidly moving in the best. He sighs.
He doesn't like them like this, protecting Chuck from Mike.]
I wouldn't offer if I wasn't okay with it, Chuckles.
[He swallows the dry knot in his throat, makes to shift his weight a little except he stops himself a nanosecond after he starts, remembering Chuck's... situation.
C'mon, Mike Chilton, you can do this.] We're just us.
[As minute as it was, the shifting is enough to get a small whimper out of Chuck, shoulders tensing and muscles shivering for a split second. He closes his eyes and focuses on a particularly long breath and the microscopic speck of dust swimming behind his eyelids.]
Okay. [He nods a little. He's not very sure of this whole situation, but... Mike is. That should be enough. It's just them. Just them.
He takes a deep breath of his own, the whole thing finally sinking in and now that he has Chuck's consent... he... doesn't really know what to do with it.
How do you take care of someone else like this?]
... Okay. Here we go...
[Still, the whimper from the abrupt motion gave him a good idea of how to start. He moves again, folds his leg just a little, rolls his hips to the side to tilt closer.]
[And that's how fast Chuck's hands are back to clinging to Mike's shoulders, his body shaking and pressing forward at the contact.
His mouth's half-open, because he was about to make some witty retort to that last comment, but he quickly corrects that, quick enough that he doesn't embarrass himself, by biting down on his lower lip. He hisses and lets his head tilt to rest closer to Mike's neck.
He wonders how he didn't realize his state before, seeing as just that one tiny move leaves him like this. Guess self-awareness does wonders.]
[He's... drinking all of this with a thirst he didn't know he had. The dampness left on his skin when Chuck's breath ghosts around his neck, how he presses closer instead of pulling back.
His shirt is going to be a mess in the end, he reckons as he feels the tight grip on his elbows, stretching the fabric.
His thumb brushes along the outline of a rib and he moves his leg slowly, not stopping. This is something that he never knew he'd be interested on, much less be enthralled about it.]
[There's a noise that would have been a groan if Chuck wasn't so dead set on keeping his mouth practically sewn shut, his teeth working to keep his lips pressed close.
He screws his eyes shut, doesn't care to think about consequences, embarrassment, whatever, as his legs spread a little, hips rolling so that he can press against Mike's hipbone. It almost feels like having a fever, a chill leaving the pit of his stomach to travel to his extremities, leaving his hairs standing on end and his nerve endings begging for more.]
[Tucking his lower lip under his teeth, he finds himself sighing in return, his breathing weighing slowly down.
His body moves on its own, shoulders hunching and curving towards Chuck's leaner frame, as if wanting to cover him away from whatever is nonexistent in the room. His thigh sounds loud in his ears as it slips between Chuck's.
He still brushes along Chuck's rib, even if the rest of his fingers are pressing around his back, kneading what they can reach.He's suddenly very aware that they don't fit together like a piece of a puzzle, but that the symmetry of their bodies only brings more friction. And Mike wants more of it. ]
[Chuck searches for more pressure himself, an arm hooking around Mike's shoulders just so he can move closer, thrusting his body upwards and shivering as he tries to push his bulge harder against Mike's side.
Mike's hands are distracting too, and cause Chuck's upper body to arch away from the touch and his chest heave heavily against Mike's.
There's only so long he can keep his mouth closed, because pretty soon he needs more air than he can breathe through his nose alone. When he does, he gasps and sighs, closer to Mike's cheek than he thought he was.]
[The push upwards makes said hand slide lower, and Mike releases the lip he's worrying between his teeth to take a deep breath.
The proximity suffocates him, but he finds himself wanting to choke and fighting for his life at the same time. It's exhilarating.
His fingers trace the elastic band of Chuck's underwear, slipping between it and his shirt, lightly touching the skin. It's only when he finds himself nuzzling Chuck's ear that he realizes he can whisper to him.] Can I... ?
[Chuck groans, open-mouthed, at the fingers teasing along his waistband. He wiggles anxiously, replying in a breathless gasp.] Yes.
[He would elaborate on how Mike doesn't need to ask permission, he should just do it, but at the moment he's too lost in the motions, moving closer as he rests the side of his face against Mike's. His hand moves down Mike's back too, slipping under the fabric of the shirt and travelling upwards.]
[And he doesn't really need any more incentive. Fumbling a little with his fingers into the band, he slides his hand, calluses on the inner knuckles by his palm, over Chuck's hip, gripping them gently as he guides the motions closer, into a slow but sure grind.
The hand on his back, though, kind of changes his mind. He tenses, back straightening and his own torso arching. He's wide eyed in wonder and surprise at the thrill he was getting from this, and the reactions every little motion and sound brought up. This isn't Chuck just holding on to him for dear life, lost in a current of sensation, this is Chuck also touching him and losing himself through it.
He wraps his hand around him, firmly, just pulling his head back enough so he can look at his face.]
[Chuck mewls and complies, obediently moving closer and grinding their hips together. His fingers press against Mike's back, almost like they're trying to slip under his skin.
Now that his mouth is open, every single noise that he would have bitten back, no matter how small, finds its way out one way or the other, whether with his breaths or in between his gasps. But none of those sounds compare to the moan that escapes him when Mike's calloused fingers curl around him, eyes rolling for a split second before he screws them shut with a shudder that takes over his entire body.]
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He recognizes from really old days, in practice, when someone kept something in their pockets. It could be a weapon, a knife, a retractable stick. In this context, though, he frowns, a little amused. Well, they had been doing changes and used a lot of tools the night before.] Chuck, did you actually bring a wrench to sleep?
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[Then he glances down between the both of them. He doesn't say anything, or do anything for that matter. In fact, the only thing he does, as his whole body freezes in place, is turn a deep shade of crimson. Eventually, he cringes a little and tilts his head down in an effort to hide his eyes behind his bangs.] I... oh.
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Chuck is suddenly beet red and looking like he's about to bolt somewhere. That, if anything, gets all the sirens in Mike's head ringing. He can't really look down, Chuck's head is blocking the view. So if it's not a wrench...
Oh dear god don't tell me he brought a part of Mutt that they forgot to reassemble.
... still, that was no reason for Chuck to be so embarrassed.] Listen, man, it's okay. We can fix it back. Don't worry.
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What?! [His voice is tiny, cracked and high-pitched, like part of it got lost on its way out. He can't have heard that right. Mike can't have just said that.]
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[He smiles.] It's okay, buddy. We can work on it together.
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[He takes both his hands up to cover his face, not even daring to move one inch of the rest of his body right now. He's already too aware of everything as it is, he's not going to poke the dragon.
... pardon the pun.
He can't even handle looking at Mike right now.] You have no idea what you're saying, do you.
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[He reaches up to lightly rasp his knuckle on the jut Chuck's wrist. He's a little worried. Something wasn't adding up and it made Mike's own gears turn. They could fix everything together - and the night before everything had looked fine, even if they had overlooked at something.] Chuck?
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It's not a tool okay no I didn't bring anything to bed with me last night.
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Two.
Yeah, Mike had already understood that it wasn't a tool, why--
...wait, anything?
Click.
Oh.
He's... suddenly very undecided about what to do. He freezes for a second, eyes trained onto the back of Chuck's hands, and for once in his lifetime he's...
unsure of what to do.
He wants to draw his hands away, wants to pry Chuck's from his face and say that it's alright, it's a perfectly natural reaction because it's morning and they've been both in very close proximity while they slept, and that nerve endings don't fall asleep even if your brain shuts most of them down when it dozes off.
He feels like he's burning, himself, because he's obviously in contact with a part of Chuck that he hadn't even thought about and felt a little guilty and a lot invasive. But... he also wants to Chuck to not fall into a panic like that. It just didn't feel right.
Plus, it opened a door to... something that Mike was suddenly very curious about.
It also opened into a room that was framed by a lot of questions, but those... those really don't matter much at the moment.
Because he was suddenly very aware of every rib that his fingers were resting on, and the uprising heat coming from underneath Chuck's thin shirt.
He opens his mouth - a little more, since it had been open while he realized what was really happened - closes it.]
Yeah... well... about that.
[He chews at his lower lip, then upper. His voice is as low as Chuck's.]
Offer still stands...?
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[Very slowly, Chuck's hands slide down until he can look at Mike incredulously. So maybe Mike didn't get what was happening before, but he's sure the whole situation is pretty clear by now. Which is why Mike's words, just as loaded as the long, prolonged silence that preceded them, struck Chuck almost as strong as lightning would.
His mouth is moving, but it actually takes a couple of seconds until any noise manages to crawl out.]
What? I'm-- [That whole reaction didn't help much in the way of calming his rising level of panic and embarrassment. If anything, Chuck feels even more self-aware now, the hairs at the back of his neck standing on end as he feels a shiver start from where Mike's fingers rest, travel up his spine, do a 360 drift on his shoulders and travel down to the small of his back, ending exactly where it had begun.]
Mike, you don't-- that's, I'm, oh my God what, you don't have to seriously... I just-- I can just go and-- really...
[He's already overthinking the whole situation in his head by now. He's a little scared that Mike offered so promptly, he didn't even flinch, move away or even so much as let go of Chuck as he spoke. He just stood still, close, decided and willing.
(He should also be scared that his own response to Mike's suggestion wasn't an immediate 'no', but he hasn't gotten to a point where he's noticed that yet.)]
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Still, he shakes his head. He did offer, he wasn't going to back down.] I know I don't have to.
[That doesn't mean he doesn't want to.]
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But... [He dares a glance at Mike, but can't keep it up for long. He focuses on the collar of Mike's shirt instead.] It's a little weird, right? I mean... I'm... we're just-- this isn't... uh.
[Wow Chuck what are words.]
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He doesn't like them like this, protecting Chuck from Mike.]
I wouldn't offer if I wasn't okay with it, Chuckles.
[He swallows the dry knot in his throat, makes to shift his weight a little except he stops himself a nanosecond after he starts, remembering Chuck's... situation.
C'mon, Mike Chilton, you can do this.] We're just us.
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Okay. [He nods a little. He's not very sure of this whole situation, but... Mike is. That should be enough. It's just them. Just them.
... it's them.] Okay.
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He takes a deep breath of his own, the whole thing finally sinking in and now that he has Chuck's consent... he... doesn't really know what to do with it.
How do you take care of someone else like this?]
... Okay. Here we go...
[Still, the whimper from the abrupt motion gave him a good idea of how to start. He moves again, folds his leg just a little, rolls his hips to the side to tilt closer.]
u ok
His mouth's half-open, because he was about to make some witty retort to that last comment, but he quickly corrects that, quick enough that he doesn't embarrass himself, by biting down on his lower lip. He hisses and lets his head tilt to rest closer to Mike's neck.
He wonders how he didn't realize his state before, seeing as just that one tiny move leaves him like this. Guess self-awareness does wonders.]
i'm ok u ok
His shirt is going to be a mess in the end, he reckons as he feels the tight grip on his elbows, stretching the fabric.
His thumb brushes along the outline of a rib and he moves his leg slowly, not stopping. This is something that he never knew he'd be interested on, much less be enthralled about it.]
i'm v. ok
He screws his eyes shut, doesn't care to think about consequences, embarrassment, whatever, as his legs spread a little, hips rolling so that he can press against Mike's hipbone. It almost feels like having a fever, a chill leaving the pit of his stomach to travel to his extremities, leaving his hairs standing on end and his nerve endings begging for more.]
ok
His body moves on its own, shoulders hunching and curving towards Chuck's leaner frame, as if wanting to cover him away from whatever is nonexistent in the room. His thigh sounds loud in his ears as it slips between Chuck's.
He still brushes along Chuck's rib, even if the rest of his fingers are pressing around his back, kneading what they can reach.He's suddenly very aware that they don't fit together like a piece of a puzzle, but that the symmetry of their bodies only brings more friction. And Mike wants more of it. ]
hehehehehe
Mike's hands are distracting too, and cause Chuck's upper body to arch away from the touch and his chest heave heavily against Mike's.
There's only so long he can keep his mouth closed, because pretty soon he needs more air than he can breathe through his nose alone. When he does, he gasps and sighs, closer to Mike's cheek than he thought he was.]
laMKLMKLDSMLK WHAT IS GOING ON
The proximity suffocates him, but he finds himself wanting to choke and fighting for his life at the same time. It's exhilarating.
His fingers trace the elastic band of Chuck's underwear, slipping between it and his shirt, lightly touching the skin. It's only when he finds himself nuzzling Chuck's ear that he realizes he can whisper to him.] Can I... ?
nothing I'm just being creepy
[He would elaborate on how Mike doesn't need to ask permission, he should just do it, but at the moment he's too lost in the motions, moving closer as he rests the side of his face against Mike's. His hand moves down Mike's back too, slipping under the fabric of the shirt and travelling upwards.]
IT'S NOT WORKING
The hand on his back, though, kind of changes his mind. He tenses, back straightening and his own torso arching. He's wide eyed in wonder and surprise at the thrill he was getting from this, and the reactions every little motion and sound brought up. This isn't Chuck just holding on to him for dear life, lost in a current of sensation, this is Chuck also touching him and losing himself through it.
He wraps his hand around him, firmly, just pulling his head back enough so he can look at his face.]
guess I'll just have to try harder next time
Now that his mouth is open, every single noise that he would have bitten back, no matter how small, finds its way out one way or the other, whether with his breaths or in between his gasps. But none of those sounds compare to the moan that escapes him when Mike's calloused fingers curl around him, eyes rolling for a split second before he screws them shut with a shudder that takes over his entire body.]
sdkfjd YOU CAN'T CREEP OUT A CREEPER
we will see about that
heuehueheueheueheeheueheuahhehahahehuehauahehaheheheh
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/slowly fishes mind out of the gutter....
which one
I don't even know anymore
lmaksdlkas oh you <3
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heheheheheheheheheheheheh
goddamnit.
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEH
GO TO YOUR ROOM
NNNNO
BAD PUPPY
WROOF
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I'm laughing like a lunatic
yes perfect
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