Chuck || Motorcity

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[dieharder]

Ow! [Chuck flinches and whines, a hand moving up to Mike's chest and palm patting ever so lightly, not really intending to pull him away. He leans closer too, mostly to move away from Mike's knuckles digging into his back.

Good thing is, if that was meant to shut him up... it worked?]

Mikey, that hurt! Why would you do that?!

[livefaster]

[He places a small kiss on the place he bit, reaching around Chuck to rub at it lightly. He finally pulls back fully to look at him in the eye, a hint of a smile on his lips.] I'd like that. This becoming a thing, I mean.

[dieharder]

Oh. [And Chuck stares at Mike for a moment before he smiles back, although sheepishly, head lowering and hand cupping his own neck.] Yeah. Cool.

[livefaster]

Hey. [Mike hunches a little to try and get into Chuck's line of vision. It doesn't really work, but the motion translates to the rest of the body, so it's very likely that Chuck can see him.

He tugs at his shirt, just a little, playfully enough.] Again?

[dieharder]

[Chuck looks up, of course, as soon as he notices Mike's leaning down. He's not sure what Mike's asking him, but whatever he's asking, his answer would still probably be the same, so the relevance of that particular detail gets lost somewhere in the space in-between.

He flashes his teeth a little, and nods.]

[livefaster]

[He kisses at the skin right above Chuck's upper lip, turns his face just enough to nip at the lip. This. This was a thing, as Chuck puts it. This was something, a thing that was going to be repeated whenever they wanted. And he likes the idea, that he could be close to the origin of the scent left at the right side of Mutt, that he could listen to the little intakes of breath before each hum, that he could cause Chuck's skin to heat up.

He catches himself licking along the slope of Chuck's lower lip at the thought, and he suckles on it, reaching up to weave his fingers through his hair and pull it lightly back.]

[dieharder]

[Chuck lets him for a while, even parts his lips a little, but when Mike licks at his lip he finds himself leaning forward and kissing him, a little crooked, a little sloppy, hands snaking back up Mike's hair with a tiny pleased noise that rolls up his throat and shakes under his skin.

It's addictive, he thinks; it feels like being addicted, at least, the way he gets a taste and then he can't let it go, he knows he'll always want more, again, different, tomorrow. And all the mornings after. (He also thinks it's a good kind of addiction; at the moment, at least, he can't think of any nefarious consequences to being hooked on Mike.)]

[livefaster]

[ Mike takes that as a sign to keep going, to lap lazily at Chuck's lips, to curl his fingers just enough to rub his scalp, let out a sigh at the willing closeness between them.

He closes his eyes, revelling at the feeling of Chuck's hands, at the awkward tilt of his head that Mike was quick to reciprocate and make them fit. This is something he'd like to dedicate a lot of time. To tessellate them in different places and draw their outlines with his breath. ]

[dieharder]

[Chuck's tongue darts to meet Mike's, because that's how it worked, the both of them moved forward until they crashed and collided against each other, thumbs pressing against skin and teeth clashing together. Chuck's own teeth move and drag across Mike's lips, his mouth opening more in order to do so.

If before he was glancing over to where the voices came from, right now Chuck couldn't care less, can't even remember caring in the first place, if someone came barging in - he would, in the sense that they'd probably have to stop, and of course afterwards he'd literally bury his face in his hands and probably try to crawl into one of the cupboards just for good measure, but... the point is that thought is the farthest from his mind right now, replaced with a taste of honey syrup, a smell of dampness and an incessant mantra of Mike's name.]

[livefaster]

[Capturing Chuck's tongue between his lips, he pulls back ever so lightly, eyes heavy-lidded but tranquilly so. In turn he moves in to rake his teeth on his lips back at Chuck, then tugging very lightly on one. Exploring every little sensation he can cause on Chuck and enjoying the shade falling on his cheek caused by the angle of their heads together.]

[dieharder]

[There's always small noises, tiny hums or sighs with everything Mike does, whether it's an instinct reaction or if he just remembered something completely irrelevant at the moment though it still draws a pleased sound out of him.

Chuck slides a hand across, hooks his arm on Mike's neck, and plants smaller kisses over Mike's lips, nibbling and sucking at the skin every so often.]

heheheheheheheheheheheheh

[livefaster]

[There was a strain on his back with the angle of his body, digging at the muscles under his ribs. Of course, to relax them he would have to move away from Chuck, to stop kissing him, to draw back from the sounds transmitted directly into his lips and the dampness of his breath.

So if he couldn't draw back, then he'd move in. He reaches down, moves his chair until it's against Chuck's, legs on each side of it. Scoots closer, tighter, that arm going around Chuck's torso with the only intent to push him against him, turning into him fully. He relaxes, body wound just enough to make sure Chuck stays in that proximity. His lips are moving on his own accord now, parting and closing around Chuck's, eyes closed in complete deliverance and his hands moving ever so lightly along his side, back and neck.]

goddamnit.

[dieharder]

[The position is a little strange now, Chuck realizes, and with his legs to the side and the closeness between them he can tell he's practically sitting on top of Mike. But saying that being this close feels nice would be putting it very lightly, and if the alternative is not being close at all, even if they're still in the living area of the garage and should probably take care of what they do in a place where any of the guys could just walk right in, then Chuck's not really going to do anything else other than scoot closer with a contented sigh, hands moving down, one to Mike's neck and the other down his back.]

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEH

[livefaster]

[He pulls back, but just enough to lock the bridge of his nose against Chuck's, breathing calmly but with a certain tension that he can only connect to his brain turned to the fuzz of white noise in a bad transmission.

He leans up just enough to steal a kiss from him. Two. Just another half of one, barely any pressure against his lips.

He's finding it very difficult to let go of him.] We should-- [Eat our breakfast? Continue this somewhere else? Stop for now? Neither of them seem options that Mike likes, so he steals another kiss.]

GO TO YOUR ROOM

[dieharder]

[Chuck nods at Mike's words, at nothing apparently, or at whatever Mike meant to say, but doesn't really show any intention of stopping, or pulling away. He hums something in halfhearted agreement into the kiss, both his hands sliding across Mike's back by now.

He should probably be the voice of reason here. He should tell Mike to stop, and sit back, pry his hands away from Mike's back, stop himself from clawing at the fabric of his shirt, force himself away before he bites at Mike's lower lip one more time. But he doesn't want to - and if he doesn't want to, then nobody can make him.]

NNNNO

[livefaster]

[And that's the thing about them: whenever they should do something, they end up doing something else altogether. They've been going at it for a while and there's no way they both would feel like stopping soon. He turns his head a little, pretends to bite Chuck's cheek playfully.] You don't even know what I'm saying. [He's not complaining. Only teasing.]

BAD PUPPY

[dieharder]

[Chuck tilts his head, and glances sideways with a quiet snort.] No... I guess I don't.

[With a small smile and a will so reluctant it feels like it takes him forever to do it, he pulls away from Mike so he can look at him properly.] So what were you saying?

WROOF

[livefaster]

[Mike grins and shakes his head, trying to look innocent but ending up looking like a rascal.] I don't really remember, either.

[dieharder]

[Chuck giggles, finding it (not easy, but still) easier to pull away from Mike now. He rests a hand over Mike's face playfully and gets up, moving his chair away with his foot so he can do that.]

We still should eat these anyway... [Now he thought about it, he wasn't so hungry anymore, which probably didn't help much in wanting to eat the now cold pancakes.]

[livefaster]

[Mike turns to bite lightly at Chuck's fingers, grinning. He dislikes the whisper of fresh air that immediately slips between them when a bit of their bodies disconnect, but he figures that he can reach for that warmth soon enough, so he slides his hand lower to rest it on Chuck's side, where he could move a bit more, but still not let go of him.

There's a bit of playful wryness on his lips as he talks in a low tone.] Would be a waste.

[dieharder]

Yeah. [He has his side turned to Mike, and doesn't really show any signs of moving away from Mike's grasp, even if he's not sitting down anymore. He pokes one of the pancakes in the pile, and offers with a shrug.] We can always try to heat them up again?

[livefaster]

I guess we could. [He's turning to the pancakes and considering it, but while eating them freshly done is something to be earnest about, to eat them cold or warm would be the same.

In the meantime he's still more entertained by the thin waist around his arm, which is why he makes a quick motion: nosing Chuck's shirt up and blowing a raspberry on his hip.]

[dieharder]

[Chuck wiggles and tries to move away on instinct, hand moving to pull his shirt down even as he giggles and laughs. He's trying to shoo Mike away, though it might not be as convincing when he's got a blush that goes down his neck and disappears into the collar of his shirt.] H-hey, stop that!

[livefaster]

[Mike laughs and has no intention of stopping. He just changes methods. Instead he uses his chin to dig at the slope by the jut of his hipbone, arm tightening around him.]

[dieharder]

[That only causes Chuck to squirm even more, muscles tensing where Mike's touching and shoulders slumping so that he's curling up slightly over him. He moves his hands to Mike's shoulders and clings, all the while going through an unusually quiet giggling fit.]