Michael was pinned to the wall as Blake's soft lips were pressing against his. This was it, this was the kiss, the one special kiss that people wait a life time for. The kiss that you never want to end because you know that it will probably never happen again. But that's why it's so special, that's why everyone wants to experience it, that's why it's "The Kiss". Some people wait a life time for a moment like this. Both Blake and Michael realized this and decided to go with it.
Blake tried to pull away from Michael's lips, but it was like trying to separate two magnets. In school, they teach you that if you have two magnets labeled "N" on one end and "S" on the other, the two "N's" and the two "S's" will repel each other because they are the same. But if you place the "N" and the "S" sides together they instantly stick together and can be hard to pull apart. What they don't teach you is that sometimes, and I do mean sometimes, two "N's" or two "S's" can attract in a way that nothing (Not even Ryan) can pull them apart!
Blake grabbed Michael's shirt and pulled it open. Some buttons flew off the shirt as he did so. Michael removed his shirt and let it fall to the floor. They stopped kissing long enough so that Blake could take off his t-shirt. Then they kissed again. They wanted each other so bad.
Michael was still up against the wall when he grabbed Blake and switched places with him. Now Blake was up against the wall. Michael kissed him hard, pinning Blake against the wall, the cold hard wall only added to the intensity now shooting out of Blake and Michael.
Michael started undoing Blake's jeans as Blake kicked his shoes off. Then Michael pulled down Blake's jeans and boxers at the same time. Just like in Blake's dream Michael was on his knees, and just like in his dream Michael wrapped his lips around him.
The warmth Blake felt almost melted him completely, he had to lean against the wall to stop himself from collapsing from the instant pleasure he felt. But when he did so the cold wall against his back and bare butt sent a cold tingly sensation throughout his body that crashed with the warm tingly sensation that Michael was creating making it impossible for Blake to process what was going on so he just let Michael do all the work. The cold and hot sensation reminded him of that night, the night with the icy hot, the night that started it all.
Michael was letting Blake in deeper and deeper. He had no idea what he was doing but Blake was not complaining. Michael reached around Blake with both hands and grabbed his butt. Michael's warm hands felt great as they made contact with Blake's butt cheeks.
Michael wanted Blake inside him. He kept going deeper and deeper. Blake was still leaning against the wall trying to stay upright. Michael stopped walled over to his suite case and pulled out a pack of condoms.
"I got these from the hotel. They were free" Michael said.
"That's a lot, we better hurry up if we're going to use them all before the others get back" Blake said as he walked over to Michael.
Michael smiled, his smile made Blake feel like he had already won The Glee Project. Blake kissed Michael and started unbuttoning his jeans. Once they were unbuttoned Blake guided Michael to the bed, once they were at the foot of the bed Blake pulled down Michael's jeans and pushed him onto the bed. Michael was now fully naked Blake tore open a condom and rolled it on.
Michael watched as he did so and he knew what that meant. He started to turn around but Blake stopped him.
"No, I want to look at you, only you" Blake said.
Michael smiled again.
"I love you" Michael whispered.
Blake was still standing at the foot of the bed when he lifted up Michael's legs and held them by his ankles. Michael's butt was just on the edge of the bed and Blake positioned himself for entry. Blake placed Michael's legs one on each shoulder and got close to him. He looked directly into his eyes. Michael smiled and nodded a yes.
"I love you too" Blake whispered back looking directly into Michael's eyes and Michael knew he was telling the truth.
Blake entered. Little by little, inch by inch he went in and Michael welcomed him. They never once broke eye contact. Once Blake could no longer enter any further he gently pulled out and then in again. Michael let out a soft but sexy sigh. Blake smiled, as far as he was concerned he has already won The Glee Project.
Blake picked up speed and started entering harder. Michael dug his fingertips into Blake's back. Blake could feel Michael's heart beating in sync with his. At this very moment they were one being.
Just then they heard a sound, someone was coming. They pulled apart and reached for their towels. They wrapped them around their waist and ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and waited.
They heard a guy and a girl giggling. They pressed their ear against the door to hear better, through the door they could hear Charlie and Aylin. They had come to do what Blake and Michael were already doing. They kissed their way to the girl's dorm room to do it. They too have been trying to get a moment alone.
Michael pulled off Blake's towel, Blake was still hard. Michael guided Blake into a shower stall. They closed the blurry door behind then and kissed. From the outside you can see two naked, blurry figures kissing. The stall was built for one person so there wasn't too much room to move around. Michael turned on the water and it felt like they were kissing in the rain. Drops of cool water hit their hot bodies.
Blake was still hard and wanted to be inside of Michael, so he turned him around and positioned himself behind him. From the outside you could see how the two naked blurry figures become one. You can see Michael's hands pressing against the blurry glass as Blake enters him again. Blake entered a little too rough but Michael's body quickly translated the pain to pleasure. Pleasure he knew only Blake can deliver.
The shower head continues raining cool water upon them as Blake rains kisses upon the back of Michael's neck. Blake uses his long arm to reach down and around Michael and grabs him. Michael was rock hard. Michael felt Blake wrap his hand around him. Blake gently started stroking Michael, back and forth in sync with his movements. At this point Michael knew that Blake's hands were magical. The massage Blake gave him with the Icy Hot sent blood rushing to that one part of Michael's body that was now wrapped inside Blake's hand.
Michael was still pressing his hands against the blurry glass and Blake stroked him faster. Michael couldn't help but lean his forehead against the blurry glass. The pleasure was too intense for him to stand up straight. Blake tightened his grip and he entered deeper inside of Michael.
Blake noticed Michael's body tightening as he stroked faster and harder. Blake forced himself inside Michael, placed his free hand on Michael's abdomen, held this position, and continued stroking Michael with his right hand. Blake could feel Michael's abs tightening as he continued running his whole hand around Michael. Michael let out a soft moan as he came onto the blurry glass and collapsed against it.
Now from the outside you could see Michael's hands, right side of his face and chest pressing against the glass. Now it was Blake's turn to go so he pulled out of Michael a little and entered him again forcing Michael's entire body to press against the blurry glass. From the outside you can see Michael coming once more onto the blurry glass. Blake continued going in and out of Michael as Michael continued pressing up against the blurry glass wall. Deeper and harder he went as the cool water got cold. But the water was no match for the heat being generated in this tiny glass stall. The cold water simply evaporated as it made contact with Blake and Michael hot skin. Creating an Icy Hot feeling in the shower that reminded them both of "that night".
Blake breathing picked up speed. In and out he went. Michael allowed him to do so. As he got closer to climax Blake took a deep breath, he inhaled a mixture of air and chlorinated water, which only added to the intensity he felt and he came inside the condom that was inside Michael.
Blake turned Michael around and kissed him. It was the perfect end to a perfect night.
"Thank you for coming back to me" Blake whispered into Michael's ear.
'Thanks for waiting" Michael whispered back and they kissed again.
They both finished showering and headed quietly back into the boy's dorm. Everyone was still out except for Charlie and Aylin who were doing something similar to what Blake and Michael did but different pluming was involved. They picked up their clothes and put on their boxers and a plain white t-shirt. Then they kissed good night and each fell asleep in their own bed.
The next day was hell! They had to rehearse choreography with Zachary and everyone was tired. With the exception of Blake and Michael. Everyone came back pretty early in the morning and only slept about an hour. They spent all day rehearsing until they were so tired that all they could do was fall asleep.
The next day they had to shoot the music video. Everyone was rested and ready for the shoot. They did their best and worked hard. It was their last music video shoot together. It was also Blake's reminder that he was still in the competition. He was one of three left and he knew deep down inside he wanted to win. He's heard way too many no's in his life and another one would feel awful. But he knew that no matter the outcome Michael would be there for him.
Blake and Michael have been trying to get a moment alone with each other but someone keeps popping up out of nowhere and interrupts them. Blake wanted to talk to Michael, to tell him how nervous and scared he felt about performing for everybody tomorrow. But Blake was a great actor and was able to hide his nerves and fears really well. But not well enough.
Blake was in the courtyard shooting some hoops when Michael came out. For the first time since the night of their Icy Hot shower they were alone.
"Blake are you okay?" Michael asked softly already knowing the answer.
"Yeah I'm fine" Blake answered with a big smile.
But Michael saw right through that smile. He knew that Blake was not fine.
"I can tell when you're lying" Michael said looking directly into his eyes.
Michael took a few steps towards Blake.
"You can win this" Michael said as he placed his hands on Blake's shoulders.
Blake laughed and then said,
"I feel like I've already won".
Michael looked into Blake's eyes once more.
"You're still lying" Michael said and he squeezed Blake's shoulders a little.
"Well it doesn't matter now" Blake said as he turned away from Michael and shot the basketball towards the hoop. He missed.
"Ali or Aylin will win they have an interesting and inspirational life story. I have nothing." Blake added.
"That's not true you have this" Michael lifted his right arm to his chest, reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out Blake's poem.
"This is the guy that Ryan hasn't met yet. If you show him this guy you can win this." Michael added.
Blake took the poem crumbled it up and tossed it towards a garbage bin nearby. He missed again.
"You can toss that paper, burn it for all I care but that poem will be forever tattooed across my heart. Michael said in a voice that sounded a little hurt.
"Michael, I'm sorry" Blake apologized because he felt bad for doing what he just did.
"Show then this guy, the guy that admits when he's wrong. The guy who doesn't give up. The guy I love." Michael words cut into Blake's heart.
Blake didn't know what to say, it was as if he had forgotten every word he once knew. Michael walked away Blake opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Blake sat down on the ground and watched Michael walk away. Once Michael was out of sight he looked up at the stars, trying to remember any word he could. He looked at the stars and the stars seemed to move. They spelled out a word, Blake instantly recognized that word, it was a name, the stars were spelling out "Michael".
Blake got up, ran inside, ran into the boy's dorm and jumped into bed. Everyone around him was sleeping in their beds including Michael, so he turned on the small lamp next to his bed and started writing. Words were flying towards him left and right. He struggled to write them all down. Once he had them down on paper he looked at Michael, and mouthed out a thank you in his direction, turned off his lamp and went to sleep.
Meanwhile back at the courtyard a shadowy figure made its way towards a piece of paper on the ground next to the garbage bin. The figure picked it up, un-crumbled it and read Blake's poem.