Confession

Just Feel

This is happening. He's here, he's not leaving me.

Mike reached for Chester, pulling him down, feeling lightheaded already and the kiss was only seconds long. "I want to remember everything this time, Ches... I'm wide awake... I want to see you, I can't see you..."

"No," Chester breathed against Mike's lips. "Tonight we're just going to feel." The whispered words felt like electricity shooting across Mike's skin and he moaned into Chester's mouth, already shaking with desire and neediness. He felt Chester's hands in his hair again, feather light against his scalp, his fingertips tracing patterns in his hair as the kiss deepened, lips and tongues becoming more insistent. Mike ran one hand down Chester's back, feeling the warm smoothness of his skin, seeing every inch of his tattooed back in his mind, etched into his brain from countless nights of watching his vocalist strut the stage shirtless. If he knew how I can't take my eyes off him during the shows... how I've memorized every line, curve, color on his skin... how I've wanted to trace every one of those tattoos with my tongue... Their lips broke apart as Chester kissed across Mike's cheek, nipping at his ear and Mike gasped, brought back into the moment by Chester's teeth.

Fuck, I can't wait anymore, I've been waiting for this for so long... In one motion Mike scooped Chester close to him and reversed their positions, neatly moving him onto his back as Mike went for his neck, sinking his hips down into Chester's and feeling the delicious arousal between them. Fuck, you taste better than I imagined. I never thought I'd be sucking on your neck. Wait! Don't suck too hard, you can't leave a mark, the guys will see, Mike scolded himself as he reluctantly let up on the pressure, wanting to mark Chester as his yet knowing that he shouldn't. He brought his hips down into Chester's again, more forcefully this time, feeling the hardness under Chester's pajama pants, and hearing his sharp intake of breath in the silence of the room.

"Mmmmm, fuck yes, Mikey, I can feel you," Chester murmured, sending Mike's mind into frantic overdrive. It was better than any dream he'd ever had, and he fervently thanked the universe that this was finally happening, it still didn't seem real. Chester's soft hands traced Mike's shoulder blades, skipped down his spine, and teased at the back of his boxers, not committing to taking them off just yet, and making Mike's stomach turn in somersaults. Mike was still lost in the curve of Chester's neck, which was obligingly leaned back to grant access, and he nibbled and sucked and licked his way along the pale skin back to Chester's waiting mouth, unable to be away from his inviting lips for long. They kissed like they were giving each other oxygen to survive, no longer the sweet gentle first kiss from the morning, but raw, and more desperate, forging a new connection between them. Chester had been right, saying yes meant saying yes forever, Mike knew there would be no way back from crossing this line, but neither of them cared at the moment. Being with each other was all that mattered. Chester broke the kiss, gasping, "ahhh, yesssss, Mike, God.... you've never kissed me like this before..."

Mike couldn't remember any kisses but the thought of Chester knowing him, remembering how he kissed, how he felt next to him, over him, sent sparks through his body, and he pressed in closer, feeling the tension building in his body, begging for more, for something, for anything. He fleetingly wondered just what bringing each other to orgasm for the first time would be like, and if they had the first idea how best to get there. I've never done this before. I've imagined this a million times but I never, ever thought we'd be doing this. I have no idea what I'm doing. Does he? Should I just take control? Do I let him lead? Someone needs to touch someone else, I can't take it anymore!

So then, before he could think about it too much and become anxious from lack of experience, Mike's hand moved between them, fumbling nervously with the waistband of Chester's pajama pants, finding nothing underneath, and curling around Chester's length, touching him for the first time. He was all warm silk over enticing hardness, and Mike hesitated for a moment, reveling in the feel of the other man's erection in his hand. It was new and exciting but familiar too, a sense of inevitability about the whole experience. So this is what it's like to hold you in my hand... God, I don't know how much longer I can stand this. I want to make you cum so badly, I want to make you scream my name, I want to feel you lose control. With me. Only me. You're letting me touch you, oh my God, Ches, I'm touching you, finally. Tiny whimpers escaped the back of Chester's throat as Mike's hand started to move, stroking down firmly then back up again, moving his thumb over top before pushing down again, trying to go slow but wanting to hear more of the new, incredible sounds he was bringing out of Chester. I thought I'd heard every sound he could make through the years, singing, screaming, laughing, teasing, sleepy, hungry, angry, cranky, lonely... but never desire, he wants me, he wants this too... that's right, Ches, let me hear that voice. Mike desperately wished he could see Chester's face in the darkness, even though Chester kept reminding him to just feel, whispering the word over and over as Mike's hand created waves of pleasure. He picked up the pace and leaned down to trap Chester's mouth under his, plunging his tongue inside, claiming every bit of the space as his. Mine. You're mine now, all mine. Only mine.