Just a quick one, Michael thinks. It'll only take a second and then I can sleep. He tells himself as he stares at them. He thinks about how red they are and how they shift just slightly as Blake snores. How they just lay there, big beautiful lips that he's so damned proud of. Big beautiful lips that just lay there waiting to be kissed.

He's been staring at him for most of the night. After Blake told him about Lily something went off inside of him that he needed to control. He just needed a while to calm down and not punch Blake in the face. How dare he kiss her, and how dare he even think of doing that. And he called them good, good like it isn't abhorrent to think of.

For years, Years he's waited to kiss Blake. He waited two years of pining and longing to just touch those lips and it was…everything he wanted. Everything and more. All the wet dreams and fantasies were amazing but the reality was indescribable. He could never imagine how soft those lips were, or how skilled a kisser Blake is. Or how warm his mouth was, and how warm his body was, even covered in sweat from the run.

And the next kiss they had. He didn't even know how to describe that. He prayed to god that the bottle would just land on Blake, and it did. It landed right on him, maybe it was the slight calculation he did before hand to try to get it to land on Blake but still. His lips then, when he wasn't tired or sweaty, he may have been high but when his lips touched Blake's all of that all seemed to fade away and leave him on cloud nine. That one second was so powerful and full of ecstasy that he couldn't handle it. He had to end it or his erection would have shown, and if he had kept kissing Blake he didn't think he'd be able to stop. He didn't care about coming out or labels, he just wanted Blake to want him too.

So just one quick one. He needs that high again, even a second of it, it's all he craved. In the darkness it's hard to tell where his big soft, hopefully wet lips are. Eventually he figures it out and decides to just do it.Now, don't be a pussy.

He eagerly leans in and plants a soft, wet gentle kiss atop of Blake. Even asleep his lips seem to understand what to do. Michael licks his lips and plants a second kiss, soaking up the ecstasy. His heart fills up with joy but a heat builds up in Michael's stomach. A hot heat that just wants to kiss and kiss and kiss Blake until his lips fall off. Michael does something daring and licks Blake's lips to wet them. The heat isn't satisfied though. Michael slips his hands behind Blake and tried to pull him closer as he kisses the unconscious boy.

Before Michael can control himself he finds himself kissing Blake's soft, smooth cheeks. Kissing his jaw line, even nibbling on his neck. He can't help himself, Blake's scent is intoxicating. His hair smelled like vanilla, invigoratingly sweet. His body smelt like a man, sort of musky and manly but sweet and savory at the same time. How could Blake be this perfect?

Michael can't control himself anymore, it takes all and more willpower that Michael can muster in order to pull away from Blake at all. It takes even more to be able to straighten out his hair and let his heart rate slow down before turning and praying for another chance to kiss Blake.

Turning and praying is all Michael can hope to accomplish. Michael doesn't sleep that night, sleep seems like an impossible feat after losing control like that. Kissing Blake, even unconscious was a totally hot sensation that gave Michael the hardest boner of his life.