Private rp between Michael Corner and Blaise Zabini
Sun. Nov. 16th; before lunchtime and forward
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When they reached the room they had decided on, Mike pushed the door open and looked inside. The chamber was deserted, like before. It was still unused, the couch and the small table looking as forlorn as always. He opened the door fully and stepped inside, letting Blaise close the door.
"Mmm... our dusty couch." Mike pulled out his wand and cast a cleaning charm on it, and smiled over his shoulder at Blaise. "I suppose it's too early yet to make you take any of your clothes off?"
*
Blaise looked around the room once he'd closed the door and cast a locking charm on it to prevent anyone from interrupting them. Then he glared a bit at Mike. "I am not taking anything off, thankyouverymuch, until there's a heating charm. You promised a heating charm, and it's dreadfully cold in here."
To show that he wasn't angry, not really, he moved to stand close to Mike, leaning gently against the other boy. "And that couch is definitely going to need to be bigger."
*
Mike grinned. He could understand that Blaise was a bit cranky if he really was that cold. He wondered slightly how that would work out during the winter; it wasn't going to be warmer for some time.
"I did promise that..." Mike wrapped his arms around Blaise and rested his chin on the boy's shoulder while casting the heating charm around them. Then he put a small kiss on Blaise's cheek. It felt so good to be that close again, to have Blaise in his arms; even if they were fully clothed, they were still together.
"I also promised to warm you up..." He kissed the cold skin under Blaise's ear and murmured, "I've missed you, missed this."
*
Blaise hummed to himself as he felt the air around him warm. "You did promise to warm me up," he said softly, arms going around Mike's waist. "How do you propose to do that, mon cher, hm?"
*
"By sharing body heat, by making you forget the cold, by getting your blood circulation going..." After each suggestion Mike placed yet another kiss on Blaise's neck. He knew that Blaise had been sincere a few days earlier when telling him he could kiss him anytime he wanted, but he still didn't want to presume anything. Besides, he liked to taste the soft skin.
"But we need a wider couch for that, some room to manoeuvre." Mike moved his hands down to rest on Blaise's hips.
*
"I think my blood is circulating already," Blaise said softly, cupping Mike's cheek with his hand and placing a soft kiss to Mike's lips. The kiss was brief but followed closely by a second, and a third.
"Hurry with the couch? I'll transfigure our robes into blankets and pillows."
*
The kisses caused Mike to sigh softly, and he smiled as he opened his eyes again. Few kisses had been as sweet as these, because he knew what they meant to Blaise. After a moment of just looking into Blaise's eyes Mike nodded and stepped out of the embrace to let his outer robe slide off his shoulders, then pulled his arms out of it. Then he turned to the couch and used and enlargement charm on it, so that they would be able to lie side by side on it.
*
Blaise took off his outer robes and transfigured both his and Mike's into large, thick, warm duvets, both in dark, cool colours. He conjured a few pillows for the couch and, once Mike was done with his charms, Blaise laid out the duvets and blankets and crawled into their makeshift bed.
He hadn't taken his clothes off yet, he was still quite chilled.
*
That Blaise kept his clothes on, didn't make much difference to Mike; he smiled as he looked at Blaise while taking his own clothes off. Soon the shirt was on the floor together with the jumper, and Mike was slowly taking his trousers off, pulling down his underwear at the same time. He was already hard. Undressing for Blaise, those blue eyes watching him, had that effect on him.
*
"You are beautiful, Michael," Blaise said as he lay in their 'bed', blankets pulled up to his ears. He didn't care if he looked comical or not.
"Let me see all of you," he said softly. "Pose for me."
*
"Thank you." Mike didn't agree with the statement of being beautiful, but he was grateful for the compliment and for the fact that this boy, the boy that he had fallen in love with, found him attractive. He turned around and bent at the waist, pushing his trousers all the way down to his ankles, then stepping out of them and his shoes and socks.
When he was fully naked, he straightened up again and turned to look at Blaise. "Pose for you?" He took a few steps closer, but stopped well out of reach so that Blaise could see all of him without having to move his gaze too much. One of his hands travelled over his muscular chest, and the other slowly caressed his thigh. "What kind of pose would you like to see then?"
*
"It's true."
Blaise's eyes travelled the length of Mike's body once he was fully naked, and there was movement beneath the covers as Blaise moved his hand between his legs. "Yes, pose for me... any way, just so I can see your body, see it move... Touch yourself. Pose like you are being photographed... you were photographed, weren't you?"
*
"I was. Monday evening..." Mike said and nodded slightly. Oh yes... if Blaise had been there, watching him... Mike moaned softly and moved his fingers over one of his nipples while the other hand travelled up to brush fingers down his hard cock. He pulled the foreskin back, and then moved that hand to tease his balls.
"I have the photos..." His voice was slightly hoarse now, and he let his head tilt back, closing his eyes as he caressed his body for Blaise's pleasure.
*
"Do you? I'd like to see them..." Blaise's voice was soft, deeper than it had been earlier, the movements beneath the blankets pronounced. "Tell me about them..."
*
"They're mostly innocent... He wanted me to pose on a chair, slowly looking up..." Mike moved his head forward again, his eyes still closed, and let go of his balls. He let the hands slowly change place as he continued to speak. "I posed on the sofa as well... different poses, sitting, lying down..." He took a slightly shuddering breath as he pinched a nipple.
"The last picture he took, I took off my shirt..." And boy, had that had an effect on poor Justin. Mike opened his eyes and smiled at Blaise. He was apparently having quite an effect on him too.
*
Moaning softly, Blaise closed his eyes for just a moment, concentrating on his breathing before he came embarrassingly soon. "Come here," he whispered. "Come see what you've done to me..."
*
Mike closed the distance between them and moved in under the warm duvet. He was a little cold, but nowhere near what Blaise had been. "What I have done? But," Mike said and couldn't help the slightly mischievous grin, "I was just standing over there, all innocently."
He moved close to Blaise and slid his hand down the boy's clothed chest. "Warm enough so I can start undressing you?" The knitted jumper was soft under his fingers, it was of good quality wool, he could feel that. Much like his own clothes. He slid his hand in under it, fingers caressing up over the line of buttons of the shirt.
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"Innocent or not..." Blaise started to say, but as soon as Mike was beneath the covers he put his hands on the Ravenclaw, not able to wait another moment to feel the soft, warm skin beneath his fingers.
He looked into Mike's eyes, a hand sliding over Mike's chest, around his shoulder, down his side. "I would like it very much indeed if you undressed me, mon cher..."
*
The light touch drew a soft moan from Mike. "Yes..." It felt so good, Blaise touching him again, so gently, but with a touch of urgency nonetheless. He could feel how much Blaise wanted him already.
It wasn't easy, but with some wiggling and a few awkward moments that they had to laugh about, Mike managed to pull the jumper over Blaise's head and also had the shirt off him, without dislodging the duvets. As he put a few kisses around one of Blaise's nipples, he reached down to try to push the trousers off the boy.
*
Blaise continued to slide his hands over any skin he could reach as he moaned and sighed softly.
It was interesting, to be undressed while buried under thick, warm blankets, but it was fun. Once he was naked, Blaise pulled Mike close, hooking a leg around Mike's hips and claiming the boy's lips with his own.
*
Mike kissed Blaise back, parting his lips and inviting a deeper kiss. He enjoyed the feeling of hunger and of being claimed like that. Their bodies fitted so well together, like pieces of a puzzle, meant to be close, moulding themselves against one another effortlessly. Chests were flush against each other, arms wrapped tightly, hips so close and... Oh Merlin! It felt so good, Mike's cock rubbing against Blaise's.
"Blaise," Mike whispered between kisses. "I've missed this... missed feeling you..."
*
"Moi aussi, mon cher, moi aussi... very much so..." Blaise's heart, among other things, continued to swell as the two kissed again and again. He moaned as he rubbed his erection against Mike's own, slid a hand down to cup and gently squeeze Mike's arse.
"Make love to me," he whispered in Mike's ear, kissing Mike's earlobe. He didn't say 'fuck me', he said 'make love to me'.
*
As the words registered in Mike's mind, he pulled away slightly to look at Blaise. He smiled warmly, his eyes darkened by arousal, but also glittering with emotion. A few people had said that to him before, but mostly out of a desire to not use crude language. That Blaise used this phrase now, so different from their usual words, surely meant something to the Slytherin. The tone of his voice had echoed that of a few days ago as well, the day of the fated words.
"I'd love to." He kissed Blaise again, languidly, tongues sliding together, tasting, feeling... Mike's breathing had sped up a little, as had his pulse. The promise of sinking into Blaise's body was almost enough to make him moan. Hands roamed over Blaise's side and back, and Mike continued to rock his hips slowly, giving them some friction, but only enough to tease, not satisfy.
*
Blaise moaned again, loudly, into Mike's mouth. He gave the flesh beneath his hand another gentle squeeze before sliding his hand over the globe, fingers dipping and teasing the crack of Mike's arse. "You're teasing me," he said between kisses.
This felt so right, so... perfect, that Blaise had a very brief flash of fear in the pit of his stomach. How could it be so perfect and right? Especially so quickly? The fear quickly passed, though as he pushed Mike away just a fraction. "Merlin, I'll come if we keep that up..."
*
Mike smiled and winked. "That would be a shame... and you're right, I am teasing you, but myself as well. I just love feeling your body against mine." He bent down a little and licked over one of Blaise's nipples. Mike realised that he loved a lot of things about Blaise, and the boy himself was one of them. What they had was something he'd never experienced before, but had always longed for... even when he hadn't allowed himself to dream of it.
"I want you to enjoy," he mumbled, lips brushing over the hard nub. One hand moved down Blaise's back, mimicking what Blaise was doing to him, and soon his fingers moved lightly over the boy's hidden entrance, massaging the sensitive area gently.
*
The teasing was soon becoming too much, leaving Blaise incoherent as he tried to reply to Mike's words. "Please," he said, shaking his head to clear away some of the fog. "Please..." It seemed that that was the only word Blaise could say at the moment as his hips rocked a bit faster against Mike's.
*
The words were those Mike had waited for, telling him to move forward. It felt so good to make Blaise so aroused that he could barely speak. He knew what a great feeling it was to need so much and finally get it. Reaching out towards his clothes, Mike accio'd the vial of thick oil that he had brought with him. That they would end up naked together had been no surprise to him; he'd even counted on it.
He pulled the stopper and poured some of the content into the hand he'd had to remove from Blaise's arse. Sliding his hand over his cock, he distributed a fair amount on it, then replaced the stopper and put the vial away between the pillows. Soon after, his fingers were back to teasing Blaise, slick and oily this time, and he eased one finger inside him.
*
A low, soft keen broke free from Blaise's lips as he clung to Mike. Even just one finger slowly pushing its way inside drove Blaise back to total incoherency. His hips rocked faster, the friction keeping his prick hard.
*
The preparation was unhurried, but Mike didn't prolong it unnecessarily, knowing how impatient Blaise could be, and he was rather eager himself. It didn't help that Blaise kept moving against him; his cock was throbbing with need. When Blaise was panting, and felt ready, Mike withdrew his fingers and rolled on top of Blaise, pushing his legs apart.
"You're so hot..." Mike bit his lower lip slightly and then kissed his lover. "Pull your legs up for me?" He would finally be able to fuck Blaise like this - face to face, close... kissing.
*
Blaise was still for a moment, once Mike had pulled those deliciously tormenting fingers from his body. He spread his legs wider after they kissed, drawing his knees up towards his chest without shame. He kept a hand on Mike's arm, the contact grounding him in reality as they shifted about beneath the blankets.
*
It felt good, and Mike moaned softly as Blaise moved invitingly under him. Slowly, he pushed inside Blaise, breaching his tight muscle, then sinking deeper inside the firm, hugging heat. It was almost enough to make him come already, the sensation so arousing, the friction maddening.
"Merlin! Blaise... fuck, so good..." Mike moaned louder as he took a moment's rest, buried deep inside his lover. He took the opportunity to kiss Blaise deeply, slowly... feeling so many emotions all at once - it wasn't only arousal at work in that moment.
*
Blaise squeezed his eyes tightly shut at the almosttoomuchpain and the almostunbearablepleasure, not able to force a sound out through the tightness in his throat.
Mike stopped, and Blaise pulled in a deep breath before being kissed and returning the kiss with all the love and need and hunger and want that he had in him. He slid a hand up Mike's back to curl around the back of Mike's neck, his finger sliding back and forth through the short hair there.
*
Mike broke the kiss, almost dizzy from need of air and the incredible feeling of just being inside Blaise. He looked at Blaise and managed to find his voice.
"Did I hurt you?" He didn't want to hurt him, but he knew that sometimes it just happened anyway, no matter how ready the person was. There was a slight shiver going down his spine; he needed to move, needed to fuck Blaise, needed the friction, needed to hear his lover moan. "I'm sorry."
*
"It's alright," Blaise whispered, nipping at Mike's chin. "Don't ever apologize... not for this..." He kissed Mike again, softer this time, his tongue darting out to taste Mike's lips before snaking its way inside.
*
Mike parted his lips more, meeting Blaise's tongue with his own. As they kissed, he pulled his hips back slowly and then sank back inside Blaise. The moan that he couldn't hold back was muffled by Blaise's mouth and tongue, and Mike snaked his hands in under Blaise's arms to grab the boy's shoulders from under him.
The pace Mike set was slow. Slow and deep thrusts, gently easing his cock into the tight arse, over and over. He could feel every tremble in Blaise's body, every twitch of muscle inside him...
*
The feel of Mike's hands beneath his shoulders felt good, comforting, and Blaise let out a sighing moan. The pain ebbed away as the pleasure grew, and Blaise arched his back, trying to get more friction on his flaccid prick to bring it back to hardness. "So good," Blaise whispered, sliding his other hand up Mike's side. "Love you..."
*
Blaise's movements and touches drew more sounds of pleasure from Mike. It felt so wonderful, the slow thrusts giving their own special pleasure in a way that a faster pace couldn't. He knew that soon enough either of them would need more - more friction, more sensation, more pleasure. It was a slow build-up between them this time... not so frenzied, and Mike allowed himself to selfishly experience it all.
He smiled as he once more pushed his cock into the welcoming heat of Blaise's arse. "Beautiful..." Mike didn't know if he was referring to how Blaise looked, or to what he was experiencing. Perhaps it was both. But he did know that Blaise's words meant the world to him.
*
Blaise moaned softly as he pulled Mike in for a slow, easy kiss. It didn't matter that they moved together slowly, it made things better. It felt better than it ever had before, Blaise thought, now that their feelings for one another were known, and shared. The love between them added another dimension to their couplings, another depth of reality, that Blaise wouldn't trade anything in the world to keep.
"So perfect," he murmured, caressing Mike's hair, fingers sliding along Mike's back, sides, the back of his neck. "Feels so good, Michael... so good..."
*
The slowly hardening prick between them added to the pleasure, for Mike it was another sign of the boy that he loved enjoying being with him, enjoying what he was doing. Every touch by Blaise's hands increased the passion inside him, alternately sending shivers and waves of heat through his body. It was perfect, it was good. In some ways better than anything he'd ever experienced, because Blaise wanted him.
He deepened the kiss slightly, channelled the passion he felt into it, the need to be loved and accepted. Now and then he broke the kiss slightly to allow for a deep breath, but even then he couldn't really leave Blaise's lips alone. It was as if they were silently begging him to taste them, and he did, nibbling and licking and then resumed the kiss.
*
"Michael..." The name floated from his lips so easily in a breathy sigh. "Michael..."
Blaise was erect again, writhing in such a way that his cock rubbed against Mike's belly as they slowly rocked together. The light, teasing friction aroused Blaise more and more as he slid a hand down to dip into the cleft of Mike's arse. "Could do this forever," he said between kisses.
*
"Yes... yes..." Mike agreed, kissing, tasting, fucking... Yes, he wanted to do this forever; yes, he wanted Blaise's fingers exactly where they were. The light touch over his own entrance was both teasing and arousing, and he wouldn't mind feeling them inside him. While they were moving so gently, it was possible, he knew. "Please, Blaise... let me feel them." He kissed Blaise hungrily and pushed back slightly against the boy's fingers.
*
Blaise complied without hesitation, taking the time to first draw his fingers into his mouth to make them slick. He moaned as he sucked on his fingers, then placed them right were they were moments before, pushing teasingly until the tips of two of his fingers breached the tight ring of muscle.
"So fucking hot," he said, pushing his fingers in deeper. "Please, Michael, touch me..."
*
Mike watched in fascination and anticipation as Blaise sucked on his fingers first and then moved them out of his line of view. When they were pushed into him, he moaned and closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the feel. It was one of his favourite things, but it happened so rarely, to be penetrated while at the same time penetrating someone.
"Oh Merlin! Blaise..." His voice was low and hoarse and hitched slightly as the fingers were pushed deeper into him. "Fuck yes!" Blaise's words made him open his eyes and for a few seconds he just looked into Blaise's, pleasure flooding his senses. Then he snaked one hand down from the Slytherin's shoulder and down between their bodies... They were so tightly pressed together that it was a little awkward, but soon he had his hand around Blaise's eager cock.
*
Blaise's arms and legs tightened around Mike when he felt those warm, skillful fingers around his prick. "Yes, God yes, touch me..." He wiggled and thrust his fingers as best he could, his other hand curling around the back of Mike's neck to pull him down and hold him in kisses followed by more kisses. He moaned as their tongues danced together, tension growing tighter in the pit of his stomach. "I love you," he said for the second time that night, with no less truth behind it.
*
Their movements were more hurried, as the passion rose and the need to satisfy the plain horniness grew. Every kiss told Mike that Blaise had feelings for him, every one, but he couldn't dwell on it now. It was all a weave of pleasure and good things. He loved feeling Blaise's cock in his hand, the pre-ejaculate being smeared over the head and part of the shaft making his fingers glide more smoothly over it. Mike's entire body was attacked by pleasurable sensations and coherent thought was becoming really difficult.
Blaise's soft words cut through the haze though, and for a moment Mike hesitated. Did he dare say it, confess his feelings again? He hadn't said it more than that one time the other day, and he still felt a sting of fear. But Blaise had been happy to hear it that time... "Love you too," Mike whispered, trying to concentrate on something else but the feeling of tightness around his cock, the fingers in his arse, the hot prick in his hand, and the lush lips so close... and failed.
*
The only sound in the room was that of their movements beneath the duvets, their harsh breathing, their moans, whimpers, cries, and whispered words. Blaise's fingers tightened around the back of Mike's neck as he drew closer and closer to climax, his fingers faltering in their thrusting into Mike's arse.
"Come..." was the only word Blaise managed to say, after the ability of coherent thought was expertly wrung from his body. So very close, Mike's admission of love just nearly enough to push Blaise over the edge... but not quite. He remained hanging over the precipice by mere threads, was about to come at any moment...
*
It didn't matter to Mike that Blaise now just held his fingers still. It felt good just to have them where they were. He could feel in the way Blaise's body was tensing up just how bloody close the boy was, and he stopped holding back himself, letting the sensations push him closer and closer to orgasm.
He thrust harder into Blaise and stroked him in the same rhythm, firmly now, wanting to give his lover as much pleasure as possible. His mouth moved from Blaise's kiss-swollen lips, over his jaw and down to the tempting and exposed neck, where he nibbled the soft skin before biting lightly.
Mike was close now, so fucking close, but he wanted to feel Blaise come first. There was something so special about being pushed over the edge by a body writhing under him and squeezing his cock. "Come for me, Blaise... please..."
*
Blaise panted harshly a few times before his whole body tensed, arching, the cord-like muscles in his neck and throat standing out, his body was so tense. A hoarse, ragged cry tore out from his throat as his seed spilled over Mike's hand and his own belly, and only when his orgasm passed did he relax, boneless, gasping for air.
*
The sensations intensified when Blaise's orgasm hit, and Mike was still apart from his hand moving over his lover's cock. It was almost too much, the boy's arse clenching around him and Blaise's sweaty body moving in passion against Mike's. It was beautiful to feel and hear him lost in pleasure, and Mike knew that he wouldn't be far behind.
Mike resumed his thrusting, and soon he gave a loud moan, ejaculating with one last, deep thrust into Blaise. He sought Blaise's mouth and kissed him, rather inelegantly as he was lost in the moment of orgasm. There was passion though, and need... a need that was being satisfied.
He stilled his movements and kissed down Blaise's face and neck, to find a resting place for his head on the Slytherin's shoulder. "Merlin!" he whispered. It had been so good, and it felt so right to be able to spend the rest of the day together.
*
Blaise moaned as he felt heat spread inside his arse just after a final hard, deep thrust. He was still gasping for air as Mike kissed him, but that kiss, as sloppy as it was with both of them fuzzy-headed after such an intense fuck... it was still perfect.
He had no words to say as he slowly lowered his legs and stretched them, arms circling around Mike's middle as he shifted slightly to get more comfortable. He let out a soft, happy-sounding sigh.
*
Blaise's movements made Mike moan again; shifting around like that, even if it wasn't enough to make him slip out, gave him some very interesting sensations, especially so soon after coming. He smiled and titled his head slightly so that he could look at Blaise's face.
The boy was the perfect picture of newly shagged - face still flushed, damp hair sticking to his forehead, and that special look one usually only got after a good orgasm. To Mike, he was beautiful, and he got a warm, happy feeling in his chest. This was the boy that had said that he loved him. Him... Mike... he was loved. He closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath.
*
Noting the shudder of the body in his arms, Blaise move a hand to stroke the back of Mike's head. "You alright?" he asked softly, kissing the corner of Mike's mouth. It felt... a bit odd, having Mike's prick still inside him after they'd both come, but Blaise felt there was no need to tell the boy to move. It was special, in a way.
*
"Yeah," Mike replied softly. It felt nice to lie like this, and the light caress and careful kiss fitted the mood perfectly. "I'm more than all right, actually... bloody great. I love feeling you enjoy what I do." He turned his face slightly and carefully pressed his lips to Blaise's. It still felt wonderful to finally be able to kiss him, like he was given a really special gift every time.
"Do you want me to move?" he asked as he raised a hand and stroked damp strands of hair from Blaise's face. "Or can I stay like this for a little while? It feels so good..." Mike really didn't want to move, being inside Blaise made him feel close to him, like they were connected. He didn't like the feeling of loneliness that sometimes hit him after sex, but so far it had never jumped him after sex with Blaise. Mike wondered if it was because they had always hugged and cuddled afterward.
*
"You don't have to," Blaise said just as softly as he spoke before. "I like knowing you're there. It makes me feel like you're mine." His lips brushed Mike's in a tender, chaste kiss. "I'd like it if you were mine," he whispered.
*
The whispered words reminded Mike of what Blaise had asked him last time. He'd asked him to break up with Cho, and he meant to do it too. It was just so difficult to find a good time. The weekend hadn't seemed like a good time, and when he'd thought he could bring it up, Marietta had shown up and started prattling on about something.
Mike nodded slightly; being able to spend more time with Blaise without having to sneak around more than necessary was exactly what he wanted. "I'll talk to Cho tomorrow evening. There are no good moments to break up with someone, so I'll just do it as soon as possible." He wasn't looking forward to it, because he knew that she was very likely to turn emotional on him. It would be good if he could present it in a way that made it sound as if it was a good idea for her as well.
*
"No," Blaise said, "you are right. There is no 'good time' to break up with someone." He kissed Mike again and gently pulled him closer. "You know that I'm not demanding that this be done, yes? I would prefer it, true... but I am not taking your choice away. And, based on what I know, I think you would be happier, without her. Something tells me that you don't love her."
Blaise's hand slid over Mike's back, drawing small circles at the base of his lover's spine. "But you love me. And I love you, in return. So very much..."
*
Mike pressed his face against Blaise's neck and nodded again. "I..." Why was it still so difficult? Why did he still feel that fear... that Blaise would push him away and walk out on him if he said the words? It didn't make any sense, especially since Blaise had just confidently said that he knew that Mike loved him. "I do love you." Mike's voice was low but became stronger as he continued. "And you have no idea how much it means to me that you feel this way for me... I know that you're not demanding anything from me, but you're right. I don't love her, I never have."
*
Blaise noted the hesitancy every time Mike said those words, but said nothing of it. The fact that Mike still said them, and that he obviously meant them, meant so much more to Blaise than the actual words themselves.
"The things we do to make others happy..." Blaise sighed again, cuddling Mike closer. "It isn't fair when we aren't allowed to be ourselves for one reason or another. But we can overcome that obstacle; of that I have no doubt."
*
"Yes." Mike knew only too well how hard he tried to make other people happy. Not least among them, his parents. Cho had been more because he felt sorry for her, and she needed someone. It had fitted his own needs at the time. In all honesty, she'd never confessed her undying love to Mike either.
"I'm myself with you. And somehow, we'll make it work even though we can't be open about it. It'll be easier for me at least when I don't have to divide my free time between you and her."
*
Blaise was quiet for several long moments before he spoke. "I'd like it if you could visit me during the Christmas holidays. Except for Christmas dinner, I don't see much of my parents while I'm there. They have no want to have me in their presence at all times." Blaise tugged the blankets up around their shoulders. "We could make love in a proper bed."
*
Mike looked up and smiled brightly. "I'd love to visit. My parents aren't very interested in me either, so I'm sure I can get away for a few days." He placed a small kiss on Blaise's neck and rested his head on the boy's shoulder again. Once again, Blaise had said 'make love', not fuck. It seemed significant in a way, because the whole time they had met, they'd used the latter.
"A proper bed sounds lovely... Especially with you in it." Oh yes, Mike longed to fuck Blaise through the mattress in a real, soft bed, and also the other way around. He moved slightly, gliding off Blaise's body to lie next to him, one leg pulled up slightly and draped over both of Blaise's.
*
Blaise wrapped his arms around Mike, eyes closed with drowsyness. "Would be lovely, wouldn't it?" He sighed happily, speaking a bit more slowly now. "To have you in my bed... mm."
*
"Yeah, it would." Mike closed his eyes and snuggled a little closer, wrapping his arm tighter around his lover. "A nap before lunch? And then we have all afternoon and evening to do whatever we want."
*
"Mmmm. Bon." Nuzzling Mike's hair, Blaise drifted off into a sated, content sleep.
***
When they reached the room they had decided on, Mike pushed the door open and looked inside. The chamber was deserted, like before. It was still unused, the couch and the small table looking as forlorn as always. He opened the door fully and stepped inside, letting Blaise close the door.
"Mmm... our dusty couch." Mike pulled out his wand and cast a cleaning charm on it, and smiled over his shoulder at Blaise. "I suppose it's too early yet to make you take any of your clothes off?"
*
Blaise looked around the room once he'd closed the door and cast a locking charm on it to prevent anyone from interrupting them. Then he glared a bit at Mike. "I am not taking anything off, thankyouverymuch, until there's a heating charm. You promised a heating charm, and it's dreadfully cold in here."
To show that he wasn't angry, not really, he moved to stand close to Mike, leaning gently against the other boy. "And that couch is definitely going to need to be bigger."
*
Mike grinned. He could understand that Blaise was a bit cranky if he really was that cold. He wondered slightly how that would work out during the winter; it wasn't going to be warmer for some time.
"I did promise that..." Mike wrapped his arms around Blaise and rested his chin on the boy's shoulder while casting the heating charm around them. Then he put a small kiss on Blaise's cheek. It felt so good to be that close again, to have Blaise in his arms; even if they were fully clothed, they were still together.
"I also promised to warm you up..." He kissed the cold skin under Blaise's ear and murmured, "I've missed you, missed this."
*
Blaise hummed to himself as he felt the air around him warm. "You did promise to warm me up," he said softly, arms going around Mike's waist. "How do you propose to do that, mon cher, hm?"
*
"By sharing body heat, by making you forget the cold, by getting your blood circulation going..." After each suggestion Mike placed yet another kiss on Blaise's neck. He knew that Blaise had been sincere a few days earlier when telling him he could kiss him anytime he wanted, but he still didn't want to presume anything. Besides, he liked to taste the soft skin.
"But we need a wider couch for that, some room to manoeuvre." Mike moved his hands down to rest on Blaise's hips.
*
"I think my blood is circulating already," Blaise said softly, cupping Mike's cheek with his hand and placing a soft kiss to Mike's lips. The kiss was brief but followed closely by a second, and a third.
"Hurry with the couch? I'll transfigure our robes into blankets and pillows."
*
The kisses caused Mike to sigh softly, and he smiled as he opened his eyes again. Few kisses had been as sweet as these, because he knew what they meant to Blaise. After a moment of just looking into Blaise's eyes Mike nodded and stepped out of the embrace to let his outer robe slide off his shoulders, then pulled his arms out of it. Then he turned to the couch and used and enlargement charm on it, so that they would be able to lie side by side on it.
*
Blaise took off his outer robes and transfigured both his and Mike's into large, thick, warm duvets, both in dark, cool colours. He conjured a few pillows for the couch and, once Mike was done with his charms, Blaise laid out the duvets and blankets and crawled into their makeshift bed.
He hadn't taken his clothes off yet, he was still quite chilled.
*
That Blaise kept his clothes on, didn't make much difference to Mike; he smiled as he looked at Blaise while taking his own clothes off. Soon the shirt was on the floor together with the jumper, and Mike was slowly taking his trousers off, pulling down his underwear at the same time. He was already hard. Undressing for Blaise, those blue eyes watching him, had that effect on him.
*
"You are beautiful, Michael," Blaise said as he lay in their 'bed', blankets pulled up to his ears. He didn't care if he looked comical or not.
"Let me see all of you," he said softly. "Pose for me."
*
"Thank you." Mike didn't agree with the statement of being beautiful, but he was grateful for the compliment and for the fact that this boy, the boy that he had fallen in love with, found him attractive. He turned around and bent at the waist, pushing his trousers all the way down to his ankles, then stepping out of them and his shoes and socks.
When he was fully naked, he straightened up again and turned to look at Blaise. "Pose for you?" He took a few steps closer, but stopped well out of reach so that Blaise could see all of him without having to move his gaze too much. One of his hands travelled over his muscular chest, and the other slowly caressed his thigh. "What kind of pose would you like to see then?"
*
"It's true."
Blaise's eyes travelled the length of Mike's body once he was fully naked, and there was movement beneath the covers as Blaise moved his hand between his legs. "Yes, pose for me... any way, just so I can see your body, see it move... Touch yourself. Pose like you are being photographed... you were photographed, weren't you?"
*
"I was. Monday evening..." Mike said and nodded slightly. Oh yes... if Blaise had been there, watching him... Mike moaned softly and moved his fingers over one of his nipples while the other hand travelled up to brush fingers down his hard cock. He pulled the foreskin back, and then moved that hand to tease his balls.
"I have the photos..." His voice was slightly hoarse now, and he let his head tilt back, closing his eyes as he caressed his body for Blaise's pleasure.
*
"Do you? I'd like to see them..." Blaise's voice was soft, deeper than it had been earlier, the movements beneath the blankets pronounced. "Tell me about them..."
*
"They're mostly innocent... He wanted me to pose on a chair, slowly looking up..." Mike moved his head forward again, his eyes still closed, and let go of his balls. He let the hands slowly change place as he continued to speak. "I posed on the sofa as well... different poses, sitting, lying down..." He took a slightly shuddering breath as he pinched a nipple.
"The last picture he took, I took off my shirt..." And boy, had that had an effect on poor Justin. Mike opened his eyes and smiled at Blaise. He was apparently having quite an effect on him too.
*
Moaning softly, Blaise closed his eyes for just a moment, concentrating on his breathing before he came embarrassingly soon. "Come here," he whispered. "Come see what you've done to me..."
*
Mike closed the distance between them and moved in under the warm duvet. He was a little cold, but nowhere near what Blaise had been. "What I have done? But," Mike said and couldn't help the slightly mischievous grin, "I was just standing over there, all innocently."
He moved close to Blaise and slid his hand down the boy's clothed chest. "Warm enough so I can start undressing you?" The knitted jumper was soft under his fingers, it was of good quality wool, he could feel that. Much like his own clothes. He slid his hand in under it, fingers caressing up over the line of buttons of the shirt.
*
"Innocent or not..." Blaise started to say, but as soon as Mike was beneath the covers he put his hands on the Ravenclaw, not able to wait another moment to feel the soft, warm skin beneath his fingers.
He looked into Mike's eyes, a hand sliding over Mike's chest, around his shoulder, down his side. "I would like it very much indeed if you undressed me, mon cher..."
*
The light touch drew a soft moan from Mike. "Yes..." It felt so good, Blaise touching him again, so gently, but with a touch of urgency nonetheless. He could feel how much Blaise wanted him already.
It wasn't easy, but with some wiggling and a few awkward moments that they had to laugh about, Mike managed to pull the jumper over Blaise's head and also had the shirt off him, without dislodging the duvets. As he put a few kisses around one of Blaise's nipples, he reached down to try to push the trousers off the boy.
*
Blaise continued to slide his hands over any skin he could reach as he moaned and sighed softly.
It was interesting, to be undressed while buried under thick, warm blankets, but it was fun. Once he was naked, Blaise pulled Mike close, hooking a leg around Mike's hips and claiming the boy's lips with his own.
*
Mike kissed Blaise back, parting his lips and inviting a deeper kiss. He enjoyed the feeling of hunger and of being claimed like that. Their bodies fitted so well together, like pieces of a puzzle, meant to be close, moulding themselves against one another effortlessly. Chests were flush against each other, arms wrapped tightly, hips so close and... Oh Merlin! It felt so good, Mike's cock rubbing against Blaise's.
"Blaise," Mike whispered between kisses. "I've missed this... missed feeling you..."
*
"Moi aussi, mon cher, moi aussi... very much so..." Blaise's heart, among other things, continued to swell as the two kissed again and again. He moaned as he rubbed his erection against Mike's own, slid a hand down to cup and gently squeeze Mike's arse.
"Make love to me," he whispered in Mike's ear, kissing Mike's earlobe. He didn't say 'fuck me', he said 'make love to me'.
*
As the words registered in Mike's mind, he pulled away slightly to look at Blaise. He smiled warmly, his eyes darkened by arousal, but also glittering with emotion. A few people had said that to him before, but mostly out of a desire to not use crude language. That Blaise used this phrase now, so different from their usual words, surely meant something to the Slytherin. The tone of his voice had echoed that of a few days ago as well, the day of the fated words.
"I'd love to." He kissed Blaise again, languidly, tongues sliding together, tasting, feeling... Mike's breathing had sped up a little, as had his pulse. The promise of sinking into Blaise's body was almost enough to make him moan. Hands roamed over Blaise's side and back, and Mike continued to rock his hips slowly, giving them some friction, but only enough to tease, not satisfy.
*
Blaise moaned again, loudly, into Mike's mouth. He gave the flesh beneath his hand another gentle squeeze before sliding his hand over the globe, fingers dipping and teasing the crack of Mike's arse. "You're teasing me," he said between kisses.
This felt so right, so... perfect, that Blaise had a very brief flash of fear in the pit of his stomach. How could it be so perfect and right? Especially so quickly? The fear quickly passed, though as he pushed Mike away just a fraction. "Merlin, I'll come if we keep that up..."
*
Mike smiled and winked. "That would be a shame... and you're right, I am teasing you, but myself as well. I just love feeling your body against mine." He bent down a little and licked over one of Blaise's nipples. Mike realised that he loved a lot of things about Blaise, and the boy himself was one of them. What they had was something he'd never experienced before, but had always longed for... even when he hadn't allowed himself to dream of it.
"I want you to enjoy," he mumbled, lips brushing over the hard nub. One hand moved down Blaise's back, mimicking what Blaise was doing to him, and soon his fingers moved lightly over the boy's hidden entrance, massaging the sensitive area gently.
*
The teasing was soon becoming too much, leaving Blaise incoherent as he tried to reply to Mike's words. "Please," he said, shaking his head to clear away some of the fog. "Please..." It seemed that that was the only word Blaise could say at the moment as his hips rocked a bit faster against Mike's.
*
The words were those Mike had waited for, telling him to move forward. It felt so good to make Blaise so aroused that he could barely speak. He knew what a great feeling it was to need so much and finally get it. Reaching out towards his clothes, Mike accio'd the vial of thick oil that he had brought with him. That they would end up naked together had been no surprise to him; he'd even counted on it.
He pulled the stopper and poured some of the content into the hand he'd had to remove from Blaise's arse. Sliding his hand over his cock, he distributed a fair amount on it, then replaced the stopper and put the vial away between the pillows. Soon after, his fingers were back to teasing Blaise, slick and oily this time, and he eased one finger inside him.
*
A low, soft keen broke free from Blaise's lips as he clung to Mike. Even just one finger slowly pushing its way inside drove Blaise back to total incoherency. His hips rocked faster, the friction keeping his prick hard.
*
The preparation was unhurried, but Mike didn't prolong it unnecessarily, knowing how impatient Blaise could be, and he was rather eager himself. It didn't help that Blaise kept moving against him; his cock was throbbing with need. When Blaise was panting, and felt ready, Mike withdrew his fingers and rolled on top of Blaise, pushing his legs apart.
"You're so hot..." Mike bit his lower lip slightly and then kissed his lover. "Pull your legs up for me?" He would finally be able to fuck Blaise like this - face to face, close... kissing.
*
Blaise was still for a moment, once Mike had pulled those deliciously tormenting fingers from his body. He spread his legs wider after they kissed, drawing his knees up towards his chest without shame. He kept a hand on Mike's arm, the contact grounding him in reality as they shifted about beneath the blankets.
*
It felt good, and Mike moaned softly as Blaise moved invitingly under him. Slowly, he pushed inside Blaise, breaching his tight muscle, then sinking deeper inside the firm, hugging heat. It was almost enough to make him come already, the sensation so arousing, the friction maddening.
"Merlin! Blaise... fuck, so good..." Mike moaned louder as he took a moment's rest, buried deep inside his lover. He took the opportunity to kiss Blaise deeply, slowly... feeling so many emotions all at once - it wasn't only arousal at work in that moment.
*
Blaise squeezed his eyes tightly shut at the almosttoomuchpain and the almostunbearablepleasure, not able to force a sound out through the tightness in his throat.
Mike stopped, and Blaise pulled in a deep breath before being kissed and returning the kiss with all the love and need and hunger and want that he had in him. He slid a hand up Mike's back to curl around the back of Mike's neck, his finger sliding back and forth through the short hair there.
*
Mike broke the kiss, almost dizzy from need of air and the incredible feeling of just being inside Blaise. He looked at Blaise and managed to find his voice.
"Did I hurt you?" He didn't want to hurt him, but he knew that sometimes it just happened anyway, no matter how ready the person was. There was a slight shiver going down his spine; he needed to move, needed to fuck Blaise, needed the friction, needed to hear his lover moan. "I'm sorry."
*
"It's alright," Blaise whispered, nipping at Mike's chin. "Don't ever apologize... not for this..." He kissed Mike again, softer this time, his tongue darting out to taste Mike's lips before snaking its way inside.
*
Mike parted his lips more, meeting Blaise's tongue with his own. As they kissed, he pulled his hips back slowly and then sank back inside Blaise. The moan that he couldn't hold back was muffled by Blaise's mouth and tongue, and Mike snaked his hands in under Blaise's arms to grab the boy's shoulders from under him.
The pace Mike set was slow. Slow and deep thrusts, gently easing his cock into the tight arse, over and over. He could feel every tremble in Blaise's body, every twitch of muscle inside him...
*
The feel of Mike's hands beneath his shoulders felt good, comforting, and Blaise let out a sighing moan. The pain ebbed away as the pleasure grew, and Blaise arched his back, trying to get more friction on his flaccid prick to bring it back to hardness. "So good," Blaise whispered, sliding his other hand up Mike's side. "Love you..."
*
Blaise's movements and touches drew more sounds of pleasure from Mike. It felt so wonderful, the slow thrusts giving their own special pleasure in a way that a faster pace couldn't. He knew that soon enough either of them would need more - more friction, more sensation, more pleasure. It was a slow build-up between them this time... not so frenzied, and Mike allowed himself to selfishly experience it all.
He smiled as he once more pushed his cock into the welcoming heat of Blaise's arse. "Beautiful..." Mike didn't know if he was referring to how Blaise looked, or to what he was experiencing. Perhaps it was both. But he did know that Blaise's words meant the world to him.
*
Blaise moaned softly as he pulled Mike in for a slow, easy kiss. It didn't matter that they moved together slowly, it made things better. It felt better than it ever had before, Blaise thought, now that their feelings for one another were known, and shared. The love between them added another dimension to their couplings, another depth of reality, that Blaise wouldn't trade anything in the world to keep.
"So perfect," he murmured, caressing Mike's hair, fingers sliding along Mike's back, sides, the back of his neck. "Feels so good, Michael... so good..."
*
The slowly hardening prick between them added to the pleasure, for Mike it was another sign of the boy that he loved enjoying being with him, enjoying what he was doing. Every touch by Blaise's hands increased the passion inside him, alternately sending shivers and waves of heat through his body. It was perfect, it was good. In some ways better than anything he'd ever experienced, because Blaise wanted him.
He deepened the kiss slightly, channelled the passion he felt into it, the need to be loved and accepted. Now and then he broke the kiss slightly to allow for a deep breath, but even then he couldn't really leave Blaise's lips alone. It was as if they were silently begging him to taste them, and he did, nibbling and licking and then resumed the kiss.
*
"Michael..." The name floated from his lips so easily in a breathy sigh. "Michael..."
Blaise was erect again, writhing in such a way that his cock rubbed against Mike's belly as they slowly rocked together. The light, teasing friction aroused Blaise more and more as he slid a hand down to dip into the cleft of Mike's arse. "Could do this forever," he said between kisses.
*
"Yes... yes..." Mike agreed, kissing, tasting, fucking... Yes, he wanted to do this forever; yes, he wanted Blaise's fingers exactly where they were. The light touch over his own entrance was both teasing and arousing, and he wouldn't mind feeling them inside him. While they were moving so gently, it was possible, he knew. "Please, Blaise... let me feel them." He kissed Blaise hungrily and pushed back slightly against the boy's fingers.
*
Blaise complied without hesitation, taking the time to first draw his fingers into his mouth to make them slick. He moaned as he sucked on his fingers, then placed them right were they were moments before, pushing teasingly until the tips of two of his fingers breached the tight ring of muscle.
"So fucking hot," he said, pushing his fingers in deeper. "Please, Michael, touch me..."
*
Mike watched in fascination and anticipation as Blaise sucked on his fingers first and then moved them out of his line of view. When they were pushed into him, he moaned and closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the feel. It was one of his favourite things, but it happened so rarely, to be penetrated while at the same time penetrating someone.
"Oh Merlin! Blaise..." His voice was low and hoarse and hitched slightly as the fingers were pushed deeper into him. "Fuck yes!" Blaise's words made him open his eyes and for a few seconds he just looked into Blaise's, pleasure flooding his senses. Then he snaked one hand down from the Slytherin's shoulder and down between their bodies... They were so tightly pressed together that it was a little awkward, but soon he had his hand around Blaise's eager cock.
*
Blaise's arms and legs tightened around Mike when he felt those warm, skillful fingers around his prick. "Yes, God yes, touch me..." He wiggled and thrust his fingers as best he could, his other hand curling around the back of Mike's neck to pull him down and hold him in kisses followed by more kisses. He moaned as their tongues danced together, tension growing tighter in the pit of his stomach. "I love you," he said for the second time that night, with no less truth behind it.
*
Their movements were more hurried, as the passion rose and the need to satisfy the plain horniness grew. Every kiss told Mike that Blaise had feelings for him, every one, but he couldn't dwell on it now. It was all a weave of pleasure and good things. He loved feeling Blaise's cock in his hand, the pre-ejaculate being smeared over the head and part of the shaft making his fingers glide more smoothly over it. Mike's entire body was attacked by pleasurable sensations and coherent thought was becoming really difficult.
Blaise's soft words cut through the haze though, and for a moment Mike hesitated. Did he dare say it, confess his feelings again? He hadn't said it more than that one time the other day, and he still felt a sting of fear. But Blaise had been happy to hear it that time... "Love you too," Mike whispered, trying to concentrate on something else but the feeling of tightness around his cock, the fingers in his arse, the hot prick in his hand, and the lush lips so close... and failed.
*
The only sound in the room was that of their movements beneath the duvets, their harsh breathing, their moans, whimpers, cries, and whispered words. Blaise's fingers tightened around the back of Mike's neck as he drew closer and closer to climax, his fingers faltering in their thrusting into Mike's arse.
"Come..." was the only word Blaise managed to say, after the ability of coherent thought was expertly wrung from his body. So very close, Mike's admission of love just nearly enough to push Blaise over the edge... but not quite. He remained hanging over the precipice by mere threads, was about to come at any moment...
*
It didn't matter to Mike that Blaise now just held his fingers still. It felt good just to have them where they were. He could feel in the way Blaise's body was tensing up just how bloody close the boy was, and he stopped holding back himself, letting the sensations push him closer and closer to orgasm.
He thrust harder into Blaise and stroked him in the same rhythm, firmly now, wanting to give his lover as much pleasure as possible. His mouth moved from Blaise's kiss-swollen lips, over his jaw and down to the tempting and exposed neck, where he nibbled the soft skin before biting lightly.
Mike was close now, so fucking close, but he wanted to feel Blaise come first. There was something so special about being pushed over the edge by a body writhing under him and squeezing his cock. "Come for me, Blaise... please..."
*
Blaise panted harshly a few times before his whole body tensed, arching, the cord-like muscles in his neck and throat standing out, his body was so tense. A hoarse, ragged cry tore out from his throat as his seed spilled over Mike's hand and his own belly, and only when his orgasm passed did he relax, boneless, gasping for air.
*
The sensations intensified when Blaise's orgasm hit, and Mike was still apart from his hand moving over his lover's cock. It was almost too much, the boy's arse clenching around him and Blaise's sweaty body moving in passion against Mike's. It was beautiful to feel and hear him lost in pleasure, and Mike knew that he wouldn't be far behind.
Mike resumed his thrusting, and soon he gave a loud moan, ejaculating with one last, deep thrust into Blaise. He sought Blaise's mouth and kissed him, rather inelegantly as he was lost in the moment of orgasm. There was passion though, and need... a need that was being satisfied.
He stilled his movements and kissed down Blaise's face and neck, to find a resting place for his head on the Slytherin's shoulder. "Merlin!" he whispered. It had been so good, and it felt so right to be able to spend the rest of the day together.
*
Blaise moaned as he felt heat spread inside his arse just after a final hard, deep thrust. He was still gasping for air as Mike kissed him, but that kiss, as sloppy as it was with both of them fuzzy-headed after such an intense fuck... it was still perfect.
He had no words to say as he slowly lowered his legs and stretched them, arms circling around Mike's middle as he shifted slightly to get more comfortable. He let out a soft, happy-sounding sigh.
*
Blaise's movements made Mike moan again; shifting around like that, even if it wasn't enough to make him slip out, gave him some very interesting sensations, especially so soon after coming. He smiled and titled his head slightly so that he could look at Blaise's face.
The boy was the perfect picture of newly shagged - face still flushed, damp hair sticking to his forehead, and that special look one usually only got after a good orgasm. To Mike, he was beautiful, and he got a warm, happy feeling in his chest. This was the boy that had said that he loved him. Him... Mike... he was loved. He closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath.
*
Noting the shudder of the body in his arms, Blaise move a hand to stroke the back of Mike's head. "You alright?" he asked softly, kissing the corner of Mike's mouth. It felt... a bit odd, having Mike's prick still inside him after they'd both come, but Blaise felt there was no need to tell the boy to move. It was special, in a way.
*
"Yeah," Mike replied softly. It felt nice to lie like this, and the light caress and careful kiss fitted the mood perfectly. "I'm more than all right, actually... bloody great. I love feeling you enjoy what I do." He turned his face slightly and carefully pressed his lips to Blaise's. It still felt wonderful to finally be able to kiss him, like he was given a really special gift every time.
"Do you want me to move?" he asked as he raised a hand and stroked damp strands of hair from Blaise's face. "Or can I stay like this for a little while? It feels so good..." Mike really didn't want to move, being inside Blaise made him feel close to him, like they were connected. He didn't like the feeling of loneliness that sometimes hit him after sex, but so far it had never jumped him after sex with Blaise. Mike wondered if it was because they had always hugged and cuddled afterward.
*
"You don't have to," Blaise said just as softly as he spoke before. "I like knowing you're there. It makes me feel like you're mine." His lips brushed Mike's in a tender, chaste kiss. "I'd like it if you were mine," he whispered.
*
The whispered words reminded Mike of what Blaise had asked him last time. He'd asked him to break up with Cho, and he meant to do it too. It was just so difficult to find a good time. The weekend hadn't seemed like a good time, and when he'd thought he could bring it up, Marietta had shown up and started prattling on about something.
Mike nodded slightly; being able to spend more time with Blaise without having to sneak around more than necessary was exactly what he wanted. "I'll talk to Cho tomorrow evening. There are no good moments to break up with someone, so I'll just do it as soon as possible." He wasn't looking forward to it, because he knew that she was very likely to turn emotional on him. It would be good if he could present it in a way that made it sound as if it was a good idea for her as well.
*
"No," Blaise said, "you are right. There is no 'good time' to break up with someone." He kissed Mike again and gently pulled him closer. "You know that I'm not demanding that this be done, yes? I would prefer it, true... but I am not taking your choice away. And, based on what I know, I think you would be happier, without her. Something tells me that you don't love her."
Blaise's hand slid over Mike's back, drawing small circles at the base of his lover's spine. "But you love me. And I love you, in return. So very much..."
*
Mike pressed his face against Blaise's neck and nodded again. "I..." Why was it still so difficult? Why did he still feel that fear... that Blaise would push him away and walk out on him if he said the words? It didn't make any sense, especially since Blaise had just confidently said that he knew that Mike loved him. "I do love you." Mike's voice was low but became stronger as he continued. "And you have no idea how much it means to me that you feel this way for me... I know that you're not demanding anything from me, but you're right. I don't love her, I never have."
*
Blaise noted the hesitancy every time Mike said those words, but said nothing of it. The fact that Mike still said them, and that he obviously meant them, meant so much more to Blaise than the actual words themselves.
"The things we do to make others happy..." Blaise sighed again, cuddling Mike closer. "It isn't fair when we aren't allowed to be ourselves for one reason or another. But we can overcome that obstacle; of that I have no doubt."
*
"Yes." Mike knew only too well how hard he tried to make other people happy. Not least among them, his parents. Cho had been more because he felt sorry for her, and she needed someone. It had fitted his own needs at the time. In all honesty, she'd never confessed her undying love to Mike either.
"I'm myself with you. And somehow, we'll make it work even though we can't be open about it. It'll be easier for me at least when I don't have to divide my free time between you and her."
*
Blaise was quiet for several long moments before he spoke. "I'd like it if you could visit me during the Christmas holidays. Except for Christmas dinner, I don't see much of my parents while I'm there. They have no want to have me in their presence at all times." Blaise tugged the blankets up around their shoulders. "We could make love in a proper bed."
*
Mike looked up and smiled brightly. "I'd love to visit. My parents aren't very interested in me either, so I'm sure I can get away for a few days." He placed a small kiss on Blaise's neck and rested his head on the boy's shoulder again. Once again, Blaise had said 'make love', not fuck. It seemed significant in a way, because the whole time they had met, they'd used the latter.
"A proper bed sounds lovely... Especially with you in it." Oh yes, Mike longed to fuck Blaise through the mattress in a real, soft bed, and also the other way around. He moved slightly, gliding off Blaise's body to lie next to him, one leg pulled up slightly and draped over both of Blaise's.
*
Blaise wrapped his arms around Mike, eyes closed with drowsyness. "Would be lovely, wouldn't it?" He sighed happily, speaking a bit more slowly now. "To have you in my bed... mm."
*
"Yeah, it would." Mike closed his eyes and snuggled a little closer, wrapping his arm tighter around his lover. "A nap before lunch? And then we have all afternoon and evening to do whatever we want."
*
"Mmmm. Bon." Nuzzling Mike's hair, Blaise drifted off into a sated, content sleep.