Michael, notice anything farther than right against his face? Not a chance. He's focused all of his concentration on just this.
The kiss continues and the only other thing in his mind is that it's different - different from the way Isabel kisses him. This is comforting; Isabel is... something else that he can't quite describe.
And he does, this time with a little heat, a little desire. Michael is an attractive man, and knowing what he knows about him...makes him even more desirable. Michael should know that, know that he's a catch, know that he's wantable and lovable and that he's worth that, worth all that.
And he feels it - all the desire, the heat, everything Nick wants him to feel; he feels it. He may not necessarily believe all of it, but he feels it and the feeling may convince him better than any words ever could.
His tongue slides forward to trace over Nick's lips, softly. He doesn't know why he's letting this continue, but it's just... comforting. It's Nick.
He picks Michael up then, not breaking the kiss, never breaking it because that might mean he won't have another chance. He picks him up carefully and deposits him on the bed, hands on either side of Michael's face as he holds him, kisses him, tastes him.
He wraps his arms around Nick as he's carried. He doesn't care where he goes, he just holds on. It's been so so long since he's kissed another man like this. And he hasn't had that many chances to kiss Isabel like this, but still, with her it was a whole different set of emotions.
He pulls away from the kiss, slowly, letting it linger a bit. He looks up, directly into Nick's eyes. Now, go... be with David. He needs you too. and it's sincere and honest and he would love Nick to stay, but he can't keep him from his love. Go.
And he hauls Michael up, undressing him carefully and tucking the covers around him. He grins, presses a soft kiss to Michael's forehead, and heads out.
Take care, Michael. I'm right down the hall if you need us.
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The kiss continues and the only other thing in his mind is that it's different - different from the way Isabel kisses him. This is comforting; Isabel is... something else that he can't quite describe.
Kiss back, Nick.
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His tongue slides forward to trace over Nick's lips, softly. He doesn't know why he's letting this continue, but it's just... comforting. It's Nick.
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Thank you. Needed this too.
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"I'm very tired now, Nick."
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"I figured. Let's get you in bed."
And he hauls Michael up, undressing him carefully and tucking the covers around him. He grins, presses a soft kiss to Michael's forehead, and heads out.
Take care, Michael. I'm right down the hall if you need us.
And he's gone.
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