Who: Michael and Terry. What: Michael asks Terry some questions. When: Nighttime, August 17th. Where: The Boot Residence, Terry's room. Status: Closed. Rating: Medium.
Michael knew he had logical, good reasons for staying away and at his flat for awhile... but they kind of melted away into a blur of utter pointlessness now. Terry's arms were like home, wrapped around his core. Michael could feel his breath against his neck and hair. All in all, probably the most comforting thing on the planet save maybe the reverse and his arms around a pretty girl. And that hadn't happened in awhile and Michael knew why. He'd grown very comfortable.
Michael felt like an idiot on one hand. Whatever had happened days ago and made manky his relationship with Jack, it took an evening with Terry to diffuse it. He'd come over tense and tired and now he was quite blissful. His mind still had many questions, but they were buffered and dulled by whatever overflowing reservoirs of glowing goodness Terry kept in there.
Jack was right about one thing: straight men probably didn't do this. And there was an undeniably quasi-romantic, even erotic element at work here. Fine. These were dry, clinical words to something that had richly existed for years without a need of description or outside judgment. The two stopped at affection and didn't step over into penetration... though it may have been a very small step over had they ever chosen to.
Michael reached back over his shoulder and with closed, pleased eyes fingered up Terry's neck and into his hair. It was just a kind brush as he arched his chest and stretched. His legs went taut and he stretched those too before he retangled them into Terry's.
"I love you." Michael muttered back at the boy spooning him. It was like their version of "hello" or "how are you?" Michael figured at that moment. Michael gradually turned over in Terry's arms to face him. Once he was situated, he tapped his nose nub against Terry's in request of a kiss. "Can I ask you something?" He mumbled against the lips he found.