insurgents | Chuck || Motorcity

What do--[A blink.

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...?

I...

[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.

[That doesn't mean he doesn't want 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.

[Wow Chuck what are words.]

[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.

... it's them.] Okay.

[Well.

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.]

[He watches him closely, his lips parting at the sight of a part of Chuck that he never knew he'd meet, and finding it...

... well, yeah, he was more than flustered. He twists his grip lightly, moves at different speeds [slow, fast, at a different pace, then slow and long again, fast and shallow], just watching Chuck react. His hand feels wet, he brushes his thumb on the head.

He wishes those fingers made a mark on his back, a part of him mentions, darkly.

He shakes his head, smiles just a little.] Chuck. [He doesn't know why he's calling his name, it just feels right, whispered like that, holding a little bit of wonder and fondness and the thought that this was precious for them.]

[The shivers wash over him in waves cold and hot, mingling across his skin as he moves erratically to meet Mike's hand. He sobs and drags his bitten nails across the small of Mike's back with added pressure, and even when his head is swimming in the sensations, he can still feel every irregularity, every tiny cut and dry patch of Mike's fingers as he moves his hand around Chuck. It's familiar, and yet it stirs a feeling so foreign in him that it almost scares him how much it drives him to want to do other things.]

Mike--! [His other hand, that had been resting between them, moves to close around Mike's neck. And then he does something he didn't know he wanted to. He'd never even thought about it before (and he's pretty sure he's still not thinking about it now), but--

Before he can stop himself, he's leaning forward, pressing his lips to Mike's, rough and needy. It's like a magnetic pull, and Chuck doesn't have the strength, he doesn't even want the strength to keep the distance.]

[He almost freezes into a stupor, but it's something that Mike easily brushes away. Chuck's breath surrounds him, and so is the warmth that he radiates and the sounds he makes are slipping through his lips and into his own.

He swallows, presses back, nuzzles Chuck's mouth open against his own, hand working him roughly and with a lot less finesse. Wants more. Wants more of him. He never thought this would happen, but they fell into this together and they're sinking even lower with each beat drumming against their chest. He had offered quick release, and never thought he'd drive into this pleasure ride through a newly found place in his own being.

His eyes close, and he hums.]

[Chuck parts his lips almost immediately, tilting his head but not doing much more than moaning into the kiss, because he's too focused on Mike's fingers and the way they move on him to care for anything else.

Almost anything else - right now, his hand is roaming across Mike's skin in what seems to be an aimless manner, but eventually his fingers trace around Mike and stop at his navel. Except unlike Mike, he's not going to take a moment to ask, he's just going to slide his hand down and past the waistband of Mike's boxers. He really wants to do this for Mike too, and he can only hope, for the sake of his own embarrassment and inadequacy, that Mike's at least half as excited as he is.

Or that he doesn't mind this either.

(...maybe he should have asked first oh god what does he think he's doing.)]

[He's more than half as excited, but Mike throws himself in a canon ball while Chuck tests the water with his toes. Chuck's fingers feel like ice against his skin and leave a trail of goosebumps around the area he touched.

Once they find their way down his navel, his eyes open again, and once they show no intention to stop, Mike shivers. That Chuck would want to return the favor was unsurprising - Chuck was far from the selfish type. And that he wouldn't stop to ask because he both needs to do so and he places trust on what Mike wants, only arouses him further.

Any insecurity Chuck could probably have could be soothed. Mike hisses, tightens the grip on Chuck a little, rolls his hips against Chuck's touch, calls out his name against his lips, smothering the last of it with an eager press, a mess of a kiss, and a groan.] Chuck--

[Mike's reaction is met with a surprised whimper, muffled against Mike's mouth, and Chuck rolls his own hips to meet Mike as he wraps his own hand firmly around him.

Something could be said about the way Mike says his name, but for now Chuck only wants to drink it all in, every noise he makes and every word he says. He's smiling a little - because he could have been wrong. But he wasn't, and now they're pulling closer and moving faster, and he's breathing Mike in through his pores, like the smell, the sweat, Mike's own essence will sink in faster that way.

(It will; later on he'll notice when he's doing something mundane like toasting their bread or playing a videogame. He just doesn't realize that just yet).]

[The smile is contagious, stenciled to Mike's lips through Chuck's as their lips press. He suckles on Chuck's upper lip as he moves his weight onto a different part of his shoulder, moving his hips into the grip of Chuck's hand - he has callouses over the pads of his fingers instead of his knuckles and the sides of his fingers, and his wrist is moving in a way that's so unusual and so different from when he does it on himself that it's driving him crazy.

He tries to mimic it, but he's getting too lost on the sensation to be able to pull it off as easily. Instead, he changes his own, palm pressed against the head, before he twists lightly and slides back down the length, then faster. The grip of his mouth easily loses to the need to breathe. ]

[It's mostly instinct on Chuck's end - used to typing at faster speeds than Mike drives, not to mention the fact that the videogames they play still require controls and joysticks - so his fingers are fast, and his movements are swift and precise. He bends his wrist in a way that he can easily wrap his fingers around the length and move up and down, at the same time his thumb running all the way up to ghost, then press over the tip.

He breaks the kiss off into a moan, quivering as he grips Mike tighter, his other hand fisting Mike's hair and his legs spreading farther apart as he rocks his hips faster and closer.]

[Another groan, and he tries for another open-mouthed kiss, except he just brushes his lips against Chuck's with yet another gasp, sharing the same air, sharing the same sounds. A new tilt of his head and he nuzzles against Chuck's nose, cheek, down his jaw.

He presses even closer, leg folding higher and rubbing with the motion of his own hips. He was quickly losing control in the movements of his own body and the speed of his hand.]

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