Private rp: M. Corner/B. Zabini for Nov 12th cont.
(continued from here)
'Licks, cuddles and disturbing dreams'
Mike moaned as he was pinned down and felt the pressure of teeth. He was still slightly out of it, and didn't resist at all. And why should he? It was so bloody nice. He wanted to have the chance to become used to this... He needed that chance...
"Blaise..." The name came out like a moan, the s slightly drawn out. "Merlin! You... fuck, that's nice." Mike wrapped his arms around Blaise and caressed his back, slowly letting his hands wander down toward those wonderfully firm buttocks.
*
Licking and nibbling his way across Mike's shoulders, Blaise very slowly made his way down Mike's chest and torso, kissing at times and broadly licking at others. He took a few moments to chew around Mike's navel, tugging the skin in his teeth, before moving down one hip.
"I could do this to you forever," he murmured, between kisses that he trailed down the inside of Mike's thigh; he'd totally avoided the prick nestled amongst dark, wirey curls. "I love the taste of you...
*
Mike arched up slightly against Blaise, his body trying to get close to that wonderfully teasing mouth. He shivered, moaned, and writhed slightly as well. His hands slid up over Blaise's body as the boy moved down, and finally his hand fell away from Blaise's hair.
It felt fantastic, even if Mike knew that forever was an exaggeration. In a way it reminded him of how he had done a very few times with someone... it was reverent. Slow and ... gentle... loving? a very small voice inside him asked, and Mike immediately dismissed it. He had a crush on Blaise, that was all, and that didn't mean that the other boy had one on him. Are you sure it's only a crush? Why couldn't that voice of doubt be silent? He didn't want to lose Blaise.
"Please..." Mike swallowed hard. "You're making it difficult to talk again..." He wasn't really horny though, the slow pace and the recent orgasm, not to mention the moment of fear, conspiring to keep him soft a while longer.
*
"I could stop?" Blaise offered, gently biting Mike's knee. For now, he was content to worship the body beneath his hands, wanting nothing more than to do just that. To know that Mike was his, even if just for the night --
I want him all to myself.
Blaise closed his eyes. He didn't want these thoughts, not now. They'd only lead to his saying something that he wouldn't be able to take back. They'd drive Mike away, if the thoughts became words. Instead, Blaise concentrated on licking behind Mike's knee, teasing the sensitive flesh. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
*
Did he want Blaise to stop? No. No, it felt so good, so perfect... and yet... Mike moaned at the feeling of Blaise's tongue against his skin. How long could he stand these soft touches? They were everything he'd ever dreamed of, but he didn't quite understand what Blaise wanted from him. The Slytherin didn't seem intent on arousing him, and it was not long since they'd fucked...
Mike felt a dull ache in his stomach and chest, and for a moment it was a bit difficult to breathe. He tried to blame the way he felt on some kind of after-sex befuddlement, ignoring that he usually never felt anything similar. He wasn't the one to get emotional after sex. Why would he? It was sex. Touch. Sometimes even cuddles, if he was lucky.
"No, don't stop Blaise..." Mike took a deep breath to steady his voice. "It's just... gods..." He tried again. "You make me feel special, and it ..." Could he be that honest to Blaise? Did he dare show that he was so vulnerable? "... it scares me." The words were whispered.
*
Blaise's actions slowed as he kissed his way back up Mike's chest. Mike was scared? Why? To him, it was just sex... wasn't it?
"Talk to me?" Blaise suggested softly, not stopping his movements completely, but slowing them some. If Mike was feeling scared, or uncomfortable, then he wanted to know why. To ease the discomfort, push away the fear.
*
Mike held Blaise gently, one hand moving slowly over the boy's back, and closed his eyes. Perhaps it had been a bad idea, but he couldn't lie to him, and if he had pretended nothing was wrong Blaise would probably have felt that something was still not right either. What was it Professor Snape said? Honesty was the best path to take...
"I'm not used to it," he said softly. "I'm not sure how to respond, what you want from me..." Mike enjoyed the soft kisses on his skin, and in a way he could cope better with it now that he had told Blaise this.
*
Blaise folded his hands over Mike's chest, rest his chin on them, and looked up into Mike's face. "Not used to what, exactly?" he asked in a curious tone. Surely, he was used to incredible sex by now, they'd met so often in the past - two weeks?
Was that all? It seems longer.
Blaise waited patiently, wanting to listen to what Mike had to say.
*
Mike wasn't sure he could explain this. He knew that his beginnings in sex were highly unusual... so how could he make someone without that knowledge, that background, to understand?
"Last time... and just now too... it has felt as if you don't want anything in return from me." Mike still had his eyes closed. He couldn't look at Blaise, and say these things. "Is that true? Or did I misinterpret it?"
*
Shrugging, Blaise lifted his head just a bit, to move a hand out from under his chin so he could swirl a finger around on Mike's chest. "Is that a bad thing, to not want anything in return? I'm not really getting nothing, you know."
What kind of childhood did Mike have, if he felt that people had to want something in return for doing something?
*
Mike hummed in appreciation at the touch and held Blaise a little closer, not as carefully. He thought for a moment... Was it bad? Or was it simply unusual, not to be expected?
"No... no, it's not bad. Just unusual..." Mike opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. "It's a situation I'm very unused to." And he didn't know what to make of it. Didn't Blaise want him after all? That didn't make sense, not when they were all over each other just before, or just after.
*
"Well, then..." Blaise shifted upwards, wrapping both arms around Mike and getting comfortable. "You'll just have to get used to the fact that, sometimes, I want nothing more than to see the look on your face as you experience yet another mindblowing orgasm a la moi." He kissed Mike's shoulder.
He didn't think it was unusual, but then again, he and Mike were not the same person, and every person has different ideas about sex.
"I think it's time to sleep." He yawned, then looked about the room. "Blanket?"
*
Mike smiled softly. He wanted to get used to that, but right now it confused him. He realised that he really needed to try to figure out what he really thought about that kind of situation, because it didn't make sense. He loved doing that to other people, so why did it feel so odd when the roles were reversed?
"There are our robes. We can transfigure them to blankets." He didn't move though, not with Blaise lying almost completely on top of him. It felt so good; Blaise's weight on him, the warmth of his skin, and Mike held him close, just enjoying this feeling.
*
"Mm." Blaise looked up when he realized Mike wasn't going to do anything. "Is there a wand handy?" he asked, already fuzzy with impending sleep. He was too tired to think about the topic Mike had briefly brought up - he'd definitely have to think on it, once he was more awake.
*
"Yes." Mike reached out and accio'd his wand, and then held it out to Blaise with a warm smile. He didn't mind Blaise using it. "Here, you can use mine." Some people, he didn't want touching his wand, but he trusted the Slytherin. Trusted and ... had a crush on. Mike looked into Blaise's sleepy eyes and had to admit to himself that he cared about him.
*
Blaise held the wand in his hand for a few seconds, testing the weight of it, before flicking his wrist. "Mobilirobus," he said, and their robes floated through the air to them. Before covering them, he cast Engorgio on them so that they were as big as blankets. He cancelled the movement spell, and snuggled under the huge robes.
*
"Mmm, I like this." Falling asleep with Blaise in his arms, after having had wonderful and satisfying sex... Yes, Mike liked that very much. He realised that here, with Blaise, he felt ... happy, whereas the nights he spent with Cho felt very different. Not that he was unhappy with her, but it wasn't this special feeling that everything was right. It was more neutral. 'No wonder then I long for Blaise...'
He placed a small kiss on Blaise's temple and just relaxed, waiting for sleep to carry him away.
*
Blaise had curled around Mike, as one would do a favorite stuffed animal, holding it for comfort. And Blaise was comfortable, very comfortable, lying naked under an enlarged school robe, holding this boy from a different house. Within moments his breathing slowed and steadied; he was asleep.
*
Mike listened to Blaise's breaths, and he could hear when the boy fell asleep. He smiled slightly and closed his eyes.
It was summer... Mike was fourteen... He was lying next to his lover, enjoying the after-sex glow and the slight ache in his arse. After a little while his lover pulled back, and slowly sat up. Mike already missed the feel of his arms around him, the warmth of his body against his...
He sat up as well, and smiled at the slightly tickling sensation of cooling semen leaking out of him. He reached out a hand and moved his fingertips down François' back. Mike wanted him so much... He could feel that incredible warmth in his heart, that need to be with his lover... to always be close, and to be hugged and cherished. He didn't want him to leave just yet.
"François," Mike said, going over the words in his mind again. It was simple enough, he thought. "I... I love you."
Mike felt how his lover tensed under his hand, then François began turning around to face him. There was a strange sound coming from him... It couldn't be... François was laughing? It was a cruel, hard laughter that stabbed straight into Mike's heart, ripping it into tiny pieces. Then the boy was facing him completely, raising his head... and it wasn't François.
It was Blaise.
"Don't be silly!" There was a sneer on Blaise's face, making it perfectly clear to Mike that his love was not wanted. Mike watched, feeling as if his chest had been ripped open, it hurt that much, as Blaise got up from the bed and dressed quickly. He tried to say something... Anything that would make Blaise happy with him, but he knew it was too late. Tears silently streamed down his face as Blaise left the room, not looking at him a second time.
Mike opened his eyes. His temples were wet. The only light in the room came from the fireplace now, and it was burning lower. He didn't know what time it was, but he knew that he'd been sleeping several hours. It didn't matter.
He took a few deep breaths, forcing air into his lungs, trying to somehow relieve the ache in his chest. He'd had this dream a few times since it happened, reliving those awful moments, that humiliating situation that his own stupidity had caused. This time though, it had been different. It had changed, and instead of François it was Blaise who rejected him.
Mike lay awake for a long time, no longer able to hide from the truth. He was in love. Again. Even though he had promised himself, sworn, that he would never be so foolish again. It had been hard enough to keep what he had supposed, and hoped, was a crush from the Slytherin. How was he going to be able to hide this from Blaise? Because hide it he must. He didn't want to lose Blaise; he couldn't bear the thought of Blaise rejecting him.
Sure, he would probably be nicer about it than what François had been, perhaps not exactly laughing at him. But the end result would be the same, and Blaise might not forgive him and want to have sex with him ever again.
After another eternity of watching the orange flicker of light on the ceiling, Mike turned onto his side and looked at Blaise. Yes, he was in love... his heart told him so in no uncertain terms, and Mike had to take another painful, deep breath. The tears were so close again, and he didn't want to cry. He propped himself up on his elbow, and continued to study the features of Blaise's face.
Sleeping, the boy looked so innocent. Still handsome, almost beautiful. Those long, dark lashes outlining his eyes, the long hair that surrounded his head now, like a halo. Lush, full and slightly pouty lips... Lips that Mike would never be able to taste. Not even once. Because Blaise only kissed someone he loved, and he didn't want Mike's kisses. He took a shuddering breath, forcing the tears back. Kisses meant so much, he had often taken them as a natural part of seduction, of foreplay, of sex, and of after-sex cuddling. Kisses made it so much more connected, personal, close... And to come, moaning into a kiss was so fantastic... sharing the ecstasy in a way. And Mike knew that he would never be able to do that with he boy he loved.
A low sob escaped him and he felt hot tears roll down his cheeks. Almost angrily, he brushed them away. Blaise was sleeping... He would never know if Mike... No! He couldn't do that. He wouldn't sink so low as to steal a kiss, not even a brush of lips. Mike respected Blaise's wishes. He'd said he didn't kiss, and that was the way it was. He would have to live with that.
Mike raised a hand and very lightly ran his fingers over Blaise's cheek. Beautiful. He sighed softly, then whispered, "Blaise, are you asleep?" There was no reply, and Mike brushed another tear from his face.
He couldn't kiss Blaise, but... Mike raised one hand to his face, almost nervously wetting his lips with his tongue, then kissed the pads of his index and middle finger. There was a small smacking sound... Then he gently placed the fingers against Blaise's lips, transferring the kiss he couldn't give him in the only way that was possible.
"I'm sorry. I didn't intend for this to happen." The words were barely audible, and Mike wasn't certain he had actually whispered them. He closed his eyes and hot tears fell heavily from them, landing on Blaise's collarbone. Mike lay down on his side again, curling up against Blaise, his wet cheek resting on the boy's shoulder, and his arm around him.
*
Blaise roused from his slumber when he felt Mike move beside him; figuring it was just the other boy shifting into a different position, Blaise remained still. He felt fingertips graze his cheek, and remained still. He felt Mike's chest shudder with impending tears, and Blaise remained still. Mike was crying? Why?
He heard the sob, and remained still. Surely Mike wouldn't want anyone to know he was crying, so Blaise spared him the humility. He didn't respond when Mike whispered, asking if he was asleep.
There was the familiar smacking sound of a kiss, and Blaise felt fingertips on his lips. He wanted to open his eyes, needed to look at Mike, see the emotions on the other boy's face... but he remained still, giving Mike his private moment.
Tears splashed on his collarbone, and when he felt Mike rest his head on his shoulder, he could feel that Mike's cheek was wet. He had been crying. Why? Was it a horrible dream? Had something happened during the day to upset Mike?
He reflexively tightened his arms just a bit around his lover as Mike snuggled down to go back to sleep. Perhaps they could talk about it in the morning; there was no need to bring it up right then.
'Licks, cuddles and disturbing dreams'
Mike moaned as he was pinned down and felt the pressure of teeth. He was still slightly out of it, and didn't resist at all. And why should he? It was so bloody nice. He wanted to have the chance to become used to this... He needed that chance...
"Blaise..." The name came out like a moan, the s slightly drawn out. "Merlin! You... fuck, that's nice." Mike wrapped his arms around Blaise and caressed his back, slowly letting his hands wander down toward those wonderfully firm buttocks.
*
Licking and nibbling his way across Mike's shoulders, Blaise very slowly made his way down Mike's chest and torso, kissing at times and broadly licking at others. He took a few moments to chew around Mike's navel, tugging the skin in his teeth, before moving down one hip.
"I could do this to you forever," he murmured, between kisses that he trailed down the inside of Mike's thigh; he'd totally avoided the prick nestled amongst dark, wirey curls. "I love the taste of you...
*
Mike arched up slightly against Blaise, his body trying to get close to that wonderfully teasing mouth. He shivered, moaned, and writhed slightly as well. His hands slid up over Blaise's body as the boy moved down, and finally his hand fell away from Blaise's hair.
It felt fantastic, even if Mike knew that forever was an exaggeration. In a way it reminded him of how he had done a very few times with someone... it was reverent. Slow and ... gentle... loving? a very small voice inside him asked, and Mike immediately dismissed it. He had a crush on Blaise, that was all, and that didn't mean that the other boy had one on him. Are you sure it's only a crush? Why couldn't that voice of doubt be silent? He didn't want to lose Blaise.
"Please..." Mike swallowed hard. "You're making it difficult to talk again..." He wasn't really horny though, the slow pace and the recent orgasm, not to mention the moment of fear, conspiring to keep him soft a while longer.
*
"I could stop?" Blaise offered, gently biting Mike's knee. For now, he was content to worship the body beneath his hands, wanting nothing more than to do just that. To know that Mike was his, even if just for the night --
I want him all to myself.
Blaise closed his eyes. He didn't want these thoughts, not now. They'd only lead to his saying something that he wouldn't be able to take back. They'd drive Mike away, if the thoughts became words. Instead, Blaise concentrated on licking behind Mike's knee, teasing the sensitive flesh. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
*
Did he want Blaise to stop? No. No, it felt so good, so perfect... and yet... Mike moaned at the feeling of Blaise's tongue against his skin. How long could he stand these soft touches? They were everything he'd ever dreamed of, but he didn't quite understand what Blaise wanted from him. The Slytherin didn't seem intent on arousing him, and it was not long since they'd fucked...
Mike felt a dull ache in his stomach and chest, and for a moment it was a bit difficult to breathe. He tried to blame the way he felt on some kind of after-sex befuddlement, ignoring that he usually never felt anything similar. He wasn't the one to get emotional after sex. Why would he? It was sex. Touch. Sometimes even cuddles, if he was lucky.
"No, don't stop Blaise..." Mike took a deep breath to steady his voice. "It's just... gods..." He tried again. "You make me feel special, and it ..." Could he be that honest to Blaise? Did he dare show that he was so vulnerable? "... it scares me." The words were whispered.
*
Blaise's actions slowed as he kissed his way back up Mike's chest. Mike was scared? Why? To him, it was just sex... wasn't it?
"Talk to me?" Blaise suggested softly, not stopping his movements completely, but slowing them some. If Mike was feeling scared, or uncomfortable, then he wanted to know why. To ease the discomfort, push away the fear.
*
Mike held Blaise gently, one hand moving slowly over the boy's back, and closed his eyes. Perhaps it had been a bad idea, but he couldn't lie to him, and if he had pretended nothing was wrong Blaise would probably have felt that something was still not right either. What was it Professor Snape said? Honesty was the best path to take...
"I'm not used to it," he said softly. "I'm not sure how to respond, what you want from me..." Mike enjoyed the soft kisses on his skin, and in a way he could cope better with it now that he had told Blaise this.
*
Blaise folded his hands over Mike's chest, rest his chin on them, and looked up into Mike's face. "Not used to what, exactly?" he asked in a curious tone. Surely, he was used to incredible sex by now, they'd met so often in the past - two weeks?
Was that all? It seems longer.
Blaise waited patiently, wanting to listen to what Mike had to say.
*
Mike wasn't sure he could explain this. He knew that his beginnings in sex were highly unusual... so how could he make someone without that knowledge, that background, to understand?
"Last time... and just now too... it has felt as if you don't want anything in return from me." Mike still had his eyes closed. He couldn't look at Blaise, and say these things. "Is that true? Or did I misinterpret it?"
*
Shrugging, Blaise lifted his head just a bit, to move a hand out from under his chin so he could swirl a finger around on Mike's chest. "Is that a bad thing, to not want anything in return? I'm not really getting nothing, you know."
What kind of childhood did Mike have, if he felt that people had to want something in return for doing something?
*
Mike hummed in appreciation at the touch and held Blaise a little closer, not as carefully. He thought for a moment... Was it bad? Or was it simply unusual, not to be expected?
"No... no, it's not bad. Just unusual..." Mike opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. "It's a situation I'm very unused to." And he didn't know what to make of it. Didn't Blaise want him after all? That didn't make sense, not when they were all over each other just before, or just after.
*
"Well, then..." Blaise shifted upwards, wrapping both arms around Mike and getting comfortable. "You'll just have to get used to the fact that, sometimes, I want nothing more than to see the look on your face as you experience yet another mindblowing orgasm a la moi." He kissed Mike's shoulder.
He didn't think it was unusual, but then again, he and Mike were not the same person, and every person has different ideas about sex.
"I think it's time to sleep." He yawned, then looked about the room. "Blanket?"
*
Mike smiled softly. He wanted to get used to that, but right now it confused him. He realised that he really needed to try to figure out what he really thought about that kind of situation, because it didn't make sense. He loved doing that to other people, so why did it feel so odd when the roles were reversed?
"There are our robes. We can transfigure them to blankets." He didn't move though, not with Blaise lying almost completely on top of him. It felt so good; Blaise's weight on him, the warmth of his skin, and Mike held him close, just enjoying this feeling.
*
"Mm." Blaise looked up when he realized Mike wasn't going to do anything. "Is there a wand handy?" he asked, already fuzzy with impending sleep. He was too tired to think about the topic Mike had briefly brought up - he'd definitely have to think on it, once he was more awake.
*
"Yes." Mike reached out and accio'd his wand, and then held it out to Blaise with a warm smile. He didn't mind Blaise using it. "Here, you can use mine." Some people, he didn't want touching his wand, but he trusted the Slytherin. Trusted and ... had a crush on. Mike looked into Blaise's sleepy eyes and had to admit to himself that he cared about him.
*
Blaise held the wand in his hand for a few seconds, testing the weight of it, before flicking his wrist. "Mobilirobus," he said, and their robes floated through the air to them. Before covering them, he cast Engorgio on them so that they were as big as blankets. He cancelled the movement spell, and snuggled under the huge robes.
*
"Mmm, I like this." Falling asleep with Blaise in his arms, after having had wonderful and satisfying sex... Yes, Mike liked that very much. He realised that here, with Blaise, he felt ... happy, whereas the nights he spent with Cho felt very different. Not that he was unhappy with her, but it wasn't this special feeling that everything was right. It was more neutral. 'No wonder then I long for Blaise...'
He placed a small kiss on Blaise's temple and just relaxed, waiting for sleep to carry him away.
*
Blaise had curled around Mike, as one would do a favorite stuffed animal, holding it for comfort. And Blaise was comfortable, very comfortable, lying naked under an enlarged school robe, holding this boy from a different house. Within moments his breathing slowed and steadied; he was asleep.
*
Mike listened to Blaise's breaths, and he could hear when the boy fell asleep. He smiled slightly and closed his eyes.
It was summer... Mike was fourteen... He was lying next to his lover, enjoying the after-sex glow and the slight ache in his arse. After a little while his lover pulled back, and slowly sat up. Mike already missed the feel of his arms around him, the warmth of his body against his...
He sat up as well, and smiled at the slightly tickling sensation of cooling semen leaking out of him. He reached out a hand and moved his fingertips down François' back. Mike wanted him so much... He could feel that incredible warmth in his heart, that need to be with his lover... to always be close, and to be hugged and cherished. He didn't want him to leave just yet.
"François," Mike said, going over the words in his mind again. It was simple enough, he thought. "I... I love you."
Mike felt how his lover tensed under his hand, then François began turning around to face him. There was a strange sound coming from him... It couldn't be... François was laughing? It was a cruel, hard laughter that stabbed straight into Mike's heart, ripping it into tiny pieces. Then the boy was facing him completely, raising his head... and it wasn't François.
It was Blaise.
"Don't be silly!" There was a sneer on Blaise's face, making it perfectly clear to Mike that his love was not wanted. Mike watched, feeling as if his chest had been ripped open, it hurt that much, as Blaise got up from the bed and dressed quickly. He tried to say something... Anything that would make Blaise happy with him, but he knew it was too late. Tears silently streamed down his face as Blaise left the room, not looking at him a second time.
Mike opened his eyes. His temples were wet. The only light in the room came from the fireplace now, and it was burning lower. He didn't know what time it was, but he knew that he'd been sleeping several hours. It didn't matter.
He took a few deep breaths, forcing air into his lungs, trying to somehow relieve the ache in his chest. He'd had this dream a few times since it happened, reliving those awful moments, that humiliating situation that his own stupidity had caused. This time though, it had been different. It had changed, and instead of François it was Blaise who rejected him.
Mike lay awake for a long time, no longer able to hide from the truth. He was in love. Again. Even though he had promised himself, sworn, that he would never be so foolish again. It had been hard enough to keep what he had supposed, and hoped, was a crush from the Slytherin. How was he going to be able to hide this from Blaise? Because hide it he must. He didn't want to lose Blaise; he couldn't bear the thought of Blaise rejecting him.
Sure, he would probably be nicer about it than what François had been, perhaps not exactly laughing at him. But the end result would be the same, and Blaise might not forgive him and want to have sex with him ever again.
After another eternity of watching the orange flicker of light on the ceiling, Mike turned onto his side and looked at Blaise. Yes, he was in love... his heart told him so in no uncertain terms, and Mike had to take another painful, deep breath. The tears were so close again, and he didn't want to cry. He propped himself up on his elbow, and continued to study the features of Blaise's face.
Sleeping, the boy looked so innocent. Still handsome, almost beautiful. Those long, dark lashes outlining his eyes, the long hair that surrounded his head now, like a halo. Lush, full and slightly pouty lips... Lips that Mike would never be able to taste. Not even once. Because Blaise only kissed someone he loved, and he didn't want Mike's kisses. He took a shuddering breath, forcing the tears back. Kisses meant so much, he had often taken them as a natural part of seduction, of foreplay, of sex, and of after-sex cuddling. Kisses made it so much more connected, personal, close... And to come, moaning into a kiss was so fantastic... sharing the ecstasy in a way. And Mike knew that he would never be able to do that with he boy he loved.
A low sob escaped him and he felt hot tears roll down his cheeks. Almost angrily, he brushed them away. Blaise was sleeping... He would never know if Mike... No! He couldn't do that. He wouldn't sink so low as to steal a kiss, not even a brush of lips. Mike respected Blaise's wishes. He'd said he didn't kiss, and that was the way it was. He would have to live with that.
Mike raised a hand and very lightly ran his fingers over Blaise's cheek. Beautiful. He sighed softly, then whispered, "Blaise, are you asleep?" There was no reply, and Mike brushed another tear from his face.
He couldn't kiss Blaise, but... Mike raised one hand to his face, almost nervously wetting his lips with his tongue, then kissed the pads of his index and middle finger. There was a small smacking sound... Then he gently placed the fingers against Blaise's lips, transferring the kiss he couldn't give him in the only way that was possible.
"I'm sorry. I didn't intend for this to happen." The words were barely audible, and Mike wasn't certain he had actually whispered them. He closed his eyes and hot tears fell heavily from them, landing on Blaise's collarbone. Mike lay down on his side again, curling up against Blaise, his wet cheek resting on the boy's shoulder, and his arm around him.
*
Blaise roused from his slumber when he felt Mike move beside him; figuring it was just the other boy shifting into a different position, Blaise remained still. He felt fingertips graze his cheek, and remained still. He felt Mike's chest shudder with impending tears, and Blaise remained still. Mike was crying? Why?
He heard the sob, and remained still. Surely Mike wouldn't want anyone to know he was crying, so Blaise spared him the humility. He didn't respond when Mike whispered, asking if he was asleep.
There was the familiar smacking sound of a kiss, and Blaise felt fingertips on his lips. He wanted to open his eyes, needed to look at Mike, see the emotions on the other boy's face... but he remained still, giving Mike his private moment.
Tears splashed on his collarbone, and when he felt Mike rest his head on his shoulder, he could feel that Mike's cheek was wet. He had been crying. Why? Was it a horrible dream? Had something happened during the day to upset Mike?
He reflexively tightened his arms just a bit around his lover as Mike snuggled down to go back to sleep. Perhaps they could talk about it in the morning; there was no need to bring it up right then.