I started writing this and then went to bed thinking that I would finish it in the morning. I was almost asleep when the last part came to me and I knew that I had to finish this before the idea left me.
The Last Time
Every time it happens Chuck tells himself that it was going to be the last time. The last time he wakes up in the middle of the night because his best friend is crawling into his bed. The last time he allows the brunet to lift his shirt until he struggles out of it, all so Mike can touch and kiss and caress Chuck's skin as if he was worshipping it.
But it seems as though the last time will never come.
Becuase Chuck has thought he will stop it so often but has never quite managed to ever get the words out. The promise to make it the last time has morphed to become more of a ritual, something that needs to be thought rather than something to actually be followed through and spoken out loud.
Chuck loses his train of thought as Mike bites down on the bulge of his collarbone. His blond head tilts to the side and his eyes close as Mike works his magic with his lips and tongue as the brunet kisses and licks among the point where his neck and shoulder meet.
"M-Mikey," Chuck stutters and tries to catch his breath.
Mike chuckles against his skin and goose flesh appears across his neck and travels down his back.
"Chuck," he breathes, moving down from the blond's neck to his chest. Chuck looks down in time to see Mike's wet tongue coming out to lick small circles around a nipple.
Chuck whimpers slightly as his body shivers beneath Mike. He encourages Mutt's driver to continue by placing a hand on the brunet's back, gripping at the teen's backside as Mike abandons one nipple for the other.
Despite how hard and wanting they both are this is as far as they are going to go. It was an unspoken agreement that both of them came to during the first time Mike came to him all those months ago. They just weren't ready to take that final step and cross that invisible line from whatever it was they are now over to becoming full lovers.
Chuck thinks he understands what it is Mike wants from him; demands from him. Mike craves a connection. And barring the ability to read people's minds, this physical contact was the closest thing Mike could achieve with another human being.
He hates how much he anticipates these times. How eager he is to have Mike's hands on him and to able to touch Mike in return.
There are times, when he doesn't think too hard, where he is honored to be not only a source of desire, but one of comfort and solace.
Chuck moans as Mike makes his way back up to kiss him hard. And Chuck kisses him back.
Chuck hates that he has spent more time worrying, even though it would be for the best that perhaps this will be their last time.