Candlelight

                                    

                                          
Mike was frozen, unable to look away from the candlelight reflecting in Chester's eyes, the door supporting his slightly wobbly legs. His head was spinning, not so much that he felt sick, but enough for him to know that he wasn't sober yet. Chester held still, and Mike could feel the warmth of his skin through his t-shirt, even though they weren't touching.
                          
With his hands still flat against the door, Chester leaned in and brushed his lips softly across Mike's, and Mike heard a surprised gasp come from the singer. "Mikey, have you been drinking?" The tip of Chester's tongue flicked against Mike's lower lip, tasting, and Mike swallowed a moan as Chester tasted the bourbon on his mouth and hushed, "you're so naughty, you know I can't have bourbon."
                          
"Ches... sorry... I didn't know you were coming back," Mike breathed, right before Chester licked his bottom lip again, so slowly, inhaling the lingering scent of the alcohol he loved on the skin of the man he loved. The world was spinning from the bourbon and from Chester's silky tongue, and Mike pressed his hands against the door, seeking balance, as Chester sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. Time was simultaneously moving fast and slow for Mike as the world continued to spin behind his closed eyelids, and Chester slowly ran his tongue along his bottom lip, seeking entrance to his mouth. It was with a low moan that Mike's lips parted and Chester took the opportunity, gliding his tongue inside, seeking the taste of bourbon, and the taste of Mike. Chester held carefully still, not touching Mike anywhere else, stroking along the inside of Mike's mouth deeply, savoring the combination of the alcohol he dearly missed and his lover, his Mike. 
                          
Mike was barely standing upright, his balance points only his hands on the door and Chester's lips in front of him. I didn't think I drank that much... maybe it's just Chester making me feel this way... The kiss lasted, and lasted, and Mike was starting to feel lightheaded when Chester pulled away, both of them gasping for air, Mike's eyes closed and his head leaning against the door. I don't know what is happening right now.
                          
"You taste... so incredible..." Chester's breath was hot in Mike's ear, and he felt his knees shake a little more. "I think you're a little drunk, Mikey."
                          
"Mmmm-hmmm," Mike responded, "just a little. I'll be fine."
                          
Soft lips dragged down the curve of Mike's neck, Chester moved his hands from the door to both side of Mike's face, tilting his head to the side to suck and lick and kiss under his jaw, taking his time, listening to Mike's breathing grow uneven. He was savoring the feeling of Chester's lips on him when a tiny little voice in the back of his head, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Brad playing the role of his conscience, asked him what he was doing. The little voice wanted to know when Chester had apologized for his hurtful words. The little voice wanted to know why he stormed out and left him hanging all night, so much that he needed Rob make sure he got safely back to the correct room. 
                          
"Chester... Chester... stop..." Mike was pushing at his shoulders, trying hard to think with his brain and not his hormones. He felt Chester's hands push into his hair, and he sighed, relishing the contact, before he reached up and grabbed Chester's wrists. "I said stop."
                          
"Why?" Chester purred, lips at Mike's ear, "I need to show you how good we are together. I need you to understand that I need you and you need me and we are not breaking up."
                          
The haze in his mind seemed to clear for a moment. "No. You were the one who said this afternoon that I was using you for sex." His grip tightened on Chester's wrists, enough that Chester winced at the pressure. "I'm not going to let you come back in here and try to solve our problems with sex after what you said to me."
                          
Chester stood with his mouth open, inches from Mike's face, completely without words to express himself. Mike closed his eyes against the image, unable to stop the spinning completely, knowing if he kept looking at Chester his resolve would crumble and they'd be naked in minutes. "Where'd you go, Ches? Why'd you leave me? You didn't even give me a chance to explain. I don't want to break up. Break up? Are we really even together?"