Michael smiles, from the safety behind Alex's shoulder. He tilts his head just a little, letting their cheeks touch. It's light, but it's enough that he can feel the brush of Alex's stubble against his jaw.
"Is that what you'd like? If I call you sir?"
He just might, in the right context. If it made Alex touch him like this, lean into him like this. Move against him like this.
Michael's hands move down his back, sliding over it, as if that kind of move is allowed. Especially in public. This feels like a moment snatched out of time. He'll never get it back. He'll keep replaying it in his head, though, because it's perfect. So he has to get it right, keep it perfect, so that he can enjoy the playback.
"You know I like you."
He says that softer than before. Whispered, right into Alex's ear, close and personal. It's so much more than like. It always will be.
"You're a good dancer."
They're barely moving. That's the best part of this. All he can feel is Alex himself.
The comment surprised him into shaking his head with a low laugh. "No thanks. I know how you treat authority." He was grateful for that brief respite into forgetting the circumstances because it let him catch his breath for a minute. It let him build a barrier from all the voices that were telling him that he shouldn't be doing this. Not here where his father could see them. Which was ridiculous, because he doubted that anyone here would go talking to his father or that his father would come here to look for him.
The fear was there. Dulled because of the fun and drinking with Isobel and Kyle and now just the presence of Michael, but still there and it was taking every ounce of willpower to avoid giving in to his instincts. Either the one to run away or the one to curl his fingers in Guerin's hair and kiss him.
And then Guerin all but breathed into his ear and he lost his hard-won composure.
"Do you? Still?" His heart felt like it was in his throat. He wanted desperately to get out of here, but he wanted to drag Michael out by the hand with him.
Michael's lips are against his ear. Their bodies are moving together, no space left between them, Michael's hands on the small of his back at their possessive best.
He knows this won't last. Deep down, he knows it won't, because it never does. But for a moment, he can pretend that it will. He can pretend that he's a better man, someone worth staying for. He can pretend like Alex is already his, and all the problems they've always had together just aren't factors anymore.
"I always will," he murmurs, and he turns his head enough to meet Alex's eyes. "I can't stop."
Even if he'd like to, sometimes. Even if it would make his life a hell of a lot easier, he still can't stop. He's loved Alex since high school. It's not going to stop no matter how many years, and how many countries they put between each other. He'll love him all the same.
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Date: 2020-07-21 09:34 pm (UTC)"Is that what you'd like? If I call you sir?"
He just might, in the right context. If it made Alex touch him like this, lean into him like this. Move against him like this.
Michael's hands move down his back, sliding over it, as if that kind of move is allowed. Especially in public. This feels like a moment snatched out of time. He'll never get it back. He'll keep replaying it in his head, though, because it's perfect. So he has to get it right, keep it perfect, so that he can enjoy the playback.
"You know I like you."
He says that softer than before. Whispered, right into Alex's ear, close and personal. It's so much more than like. It always will be.
"You're a good dancer."
They're barely moving. That's the best part of this. All he can feel is Alex himself.
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Date: 2020-09-22 08:30 pm (UTC)The fear was there. Dulled because of the fun and drinking with Isobel and Kyle and now just the presence of Michael, but still there and it was taking every ounce of willpower to avoid giving in to his instincts. Either the one to run away or the one to curl his fingers in Guerin's hair and kiss him.
And then Guerin all but breathed into his ear and he lost his hard-won composure.
"Do you? Still?" His heart felt like it was in his throat. He wanted desperately to get out of here, but he wanted to drag Michael out by the hand with him.
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Date: 2020-10-01 01:32 am (UTC)He knows this won't last. Deep down, he knows it won't, because it never does. But for a moment, he can pretend that it will. He can pretend that he's a better man, someone worth staying for. He can pretend like Alex is already his, and all the problems they've always had together just aren't factors anymore.
"I always will," he murmurs, and he turns his head enough to meet Alex's eyes. "I can't stop."
Even if he'd like to, sometimes. Even if it would make his life a hell of a lot easier, he still can't stop. He's loved Alex since high school. It's not going to stop no matter how many years, and how many countries they put between each other. He'll love him all the same.