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Eli is more than happy to get more comfortable. He loved getting dressed, but he's happy to kick off his dress shoes and socks. He spins around, getting closer to Michael, until he's resting beside him, leaning his back against the headboard. He begins to undo the cufflinks on dress shirt, unbuttoning the front to reveal the cotton t-shirt he had under it.

"I've slept on enough buses and airplanes to last a lifetime when I played basketball in college. A new bed was the first thing I bought when I moved," he says, laughing. "I should put a tV near mine too. I'd never have to get up."

"That's a dangerous road," Michael laughed, reaching down to take Eli's hand, lacing their fingers. "Pretty soon you're putting a fridge next to your bed and then its crumbs everywhere you try to sleep and knocking over empty glasses on the nightstand when you go for the snooze alarm."

He looked over and smiled at Eli, trying not to think how right he looked and definitely not thinking about how great it would be to just hang out here, watching movies together before turning in.

Whoa. Michael. Back that train up.

Eli sighed shrugging off his dress shirt and laying it across the nightstand beside the bed. Then he settles back again tilting his head to look over at Michael when he feels him grab his hand. Smiling back, Eli knows this should feel...scary than it does. He's laying here with a man he's only known a couple months, and it feels right. It feels perfect. Eli doesn't know how to stop himself from thinking it either.

Maybe he doesn't want to stop.

"No snooze button," Eli says making a face then laughs. He is a morning person. "But a fridge would be good." He shifts over to Michael so their legs are touching just to be closer.

Michael eased onto his side, head propped on his crooked elbow. "Uh oh. We might have a serious problem here," he said in a dire tone that was the complete opposite of the smile and teasing glint in his eyes. He drew the free hand he still held up between them and made no move to shift his legs away. If anything, he moved a little closer.

"No snooze button?"

Eli just laughs looking down where Michael has his face propped up. He uses his free hand to touch his cheek and raises his eyebrows. "Is there anything about me that says 'sleeps through the alarm' really?" He just shakes his head with a smirk. "Five thirty every morning. Jog at six. Quill at seven. You should try it."

"Oh, God. No." Michael groaned and rolled over onto his back, one arm flung dramatically over his eyes. "Don't tell me you're a morning person? This is just horrible."

He chanced peeking out at Eli.

"You just wait." Eli is the type to try convert the cranky into morning people too, but he can't help the burst of laughter at Michael's reaction, at his teasing. He lifts up onto his side watching him and sees him peak out through his arm, at his grinning. "Very cute," Eli says, grabbing at his arm. As they tug back and forth he lets his momentum carry him over into a straddling position over Michael's waist. Eli smiles down at him retaking one of his hands.

"Is that the worst thing about me then?" he asks in a teasing tone, feeling Michael's fingers with his own, ready to move away if Michael wants him to do so.

Michael looked up at Eli, the teasing smile still on his face. His hands landed at Eli's hips and he made no move to shift them away, or to shift himself away. He was perfectly happy with their current position. Happy, and maybe a little more than happy. His breathing hitched a little when his pulse jumped, in another very good feeling.

He found Eli's searching hands and laced their fingers together. "Yeah," he replied, his voice a little lower than it was just a few minutes ago, "and it's not all that bad. I can work with it."

"Can you?" Eli snorts letting his fingers fit together with Michael's and he isn't even sure if he can stop touching him even for a second. He hears the deepening in Michael's voice, the hitch in his throat, and it makes Eli's own heart skip a beat or two because he realizes their position, the slight shift in Michael's hips as he settles under Eli's weight. Eli feels it too, feels an urge tighten inside the pit of his stomach too, but he likes this, the ease of it.

He presses his hand against Michael's chest so he can lean down and kiss his mouth.

"Yeah," Michael managed before Eli leaned down and kissed him. He couldn't have stopped the little moan if he'd wanted to - and he didn't want to. He loved every bit of this and wanted Eli to know just how much. His free hand went up Eli's spine to the back of his neck to pull him closer still, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Eli shivers at the touch against his neck, at the press of his chest tight to Michael's. His heart is racing. He wouldn't be surprised if it's possible to feel it through his ribcage, as Michael deepens their kiss, as Eli opens his mouth to him, trying to be closer. He moves both hands upward, sliding them against his chest.

The feel of Eli's hands moving up his chest was incredible...almost. Because as good as it felt, the touch left him wanting something more, something closer, so he managed one word between kisses when he had to stop to breathe. "Off," he said, voice low and a little hoarse.

That was only half of it, though. He didn't just want to be touched, he wanted to touch as well. So he found the hem of Eli's t-shirt and slipped his hands underneath it to find the warm skin of his sides and slid his hands up.

When Michael slips his hands under Eli's shirt, he moans a little into his mouth as his skin suddenly covers in goosebumps. It feels awesome with Michael, kissing and touching him, being touched. "Off...ok..." He mutters breathlessly leaning up enough to get his hands on Michael's dress shirt unbuttoning it with dumb fingers because he can't bring himself to break their kiss long enough to get them undone. He gives up after like three impatiently and just puts his hands on Michael's face directing their mouths together.

Michael gave a little chuckle when Eli gave up and moved his own hands to his shirt to just rip at the damned thing, sighing in relief when it finally came free. His next order of business was to pull at the hem of Eli's shirt, wanting it off as well. He got it almost off but with their mouths fused together in a kiss, he had to stop with it just pulled up half way. The warmth of his skin was incredible everywhere it touched his and still he wanted more.

With Michael’s shirt free, Eli happily snuggles up against him, feeling the warmth of his skin through his own shirt, curling his hands around Michael's neck, to keep their mouths pressed together. This could go on forever, just like this, and Eli would be fine. But he is also happy when Michael rucks his shirt up. “Off—“ Eli manages to say leaning away, shucking his shirt off the rest of the way with one hand and tossing it off to the side, not caring at all where it went.

He simply cares about this, about getting close again. Leaning back down, Eli sighs a little at skin meeting skin. It feels like he needs to catch his breath, but it also feels like he can’t get enough of Michael.

Oh yeah, Michael thought, that was so much better. His hands raked up Eli's back, fingertips pressing into the muscles there. All the while his mouth kept busy on Eli's, content to the core of his being to keep kissing this man for hours, forever. Then, as his hands traveled down Eli's spine, they didn't stop at his waistband but slid over his ass, gripped, and pulled Eli even closer.

The resulting moan vibrated from his lips to his chest. That hadn't felt good; it had felt damned incredible.

A sharp breath catches in his throat when Michael puts his hands on his back, slides them down his skin, and then grabs Eli's ass, pressing their bodies closer together. It's a move that feels too good to be real, that has him asking himself how Michael feels so right like something he's been waiting for maybe. He pulls away letting their lips part. He wants to look at him.

"You've never done this before?" He poses the question even though he knows what Michael's said. But how new, how different, he wants to know. Maybe it doesn't matter. He kisses down the side of Michael's neck and ear, using his hands to rake his hands through his hair, having already found he likes doing that.

"With a guy? No, never," Michael told him, swimming in the dark eyes. He quirked a smile. "Not with a woman, either. There wasn't any of this play and kissing and touching. Just a sort of 'get it done' sort of feeling."

Because it felt good, and he could, Michael gripped again and shifted his hips this time, adding more friction. "And nothing ever felt like this before. Ever."

"Ever---" Eli repeats just because it's the last thing Michael says, because he isn't really focused on the words anyway, even though they hit somewhere deep inside his chest, at the idea that Michael's never felt this with anyone else, but he gets caught up on feeling he gets when Michael shifts his hips against his once more. It's a sweet friction that he feels nearly everywhere, but mostly important, and not that he wasn't already interested in the proceedings, but he's hard, aroused where their hips are aligned. He lays his head against Michael's chest for a moment breathing harder. Michael had been a little tentative with him last time, and Eli is glad he doesn't seem to be now but he's also getting taken apart here.

He also doesn't want to stop though. So he shifts some and rolls back onto the bed. He reaches for Michael, pulling him over, because Eli likes it this way better. He could've gotten off the other way, definitely, but he wants Michael this way. This way, he thinks with a shiver. He looks up at Michael and then snorts out a laugh. "You're a mess right now," Eli tells him, patting his hair trying to flatten the poofy brown strands back out.

"And who's fault is that?" Michael smiled, running his fingers over muscle ridges, learning the terrain, as it were. "Not that I'm complaining. At all."

He quieted for a moment, searching Eli's face as well as his own emotions and feelings. He gave his hips a little rock, felt that shock of adrenaline spike through him again, and asked what he needed to ask. "You've done this before," he said, and left it there, because as much as he needed to know, he couldn't bring himself to hear that he was coming up short again.

Eli fluffs up Michael's hair again, running his hands through the spiked strands as Michael looks down at him. He shrugs with an innocent smile. "I couldn't help myself," he says, even though it sounds teasing, it's nearly close to the truth. Nothing about his feelings towards Michael seems very controlled right now. Especially now with his weight pressing down into Eli, rocking his hips downward. It makes Eli bite at his bottom lip at the quick jolt of pleasure that brings. It takes a second for him to realize Michael's question and even longer to answer, because, well, he's distracted mostly by Michael's face by then. His kind eyes, dark blue and serious, except when he smiles and they crinkle at the edges.

"Yeah. I've done this before," Eli breathes putting his hands on Michael's shoulders, sliding them across his chest, trying to get him closer, though this isn't even possible. "It's not always like this. It's---" Eli isn't sure what he's about to say. Being with someone has never felt this right? That seems like too much, and maybe it's just the moment Eli attempts to convince himself. "I'm not complaining either...." he says finally with a small smirk.

There's a part of Michael that's terrified that what he means by it not always being like this is that it's usually better, more secure, but something about the look, the touches, even the little lip bite which is quite possibly the sexiest thing he's ever seen in his life. "I'm not complaining either, I just want to make sure that...well, I know that this is the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't want it to end."

The word "ever" hung on his lips, but he thought that might be a bit too much, too soon. Instead, he leaned down and kissed Eli again, pressing in so they were chest to chest.

For someone that's never done this before Michael has Eli speechless for a moment. He is slowly and easily seducing the romantic in Eli. Because there's something different about when Michael says these things. Eli is used to compliments, to praise. Because who doesn't like Eli? Who doesn't tell him he's awesome? It's different though.

Michael just looked him in eye and said this is the best thing that's ever happened to him and looks like he means it. He means being with Eli. It's really...irrestible actually. And he's glad he doesn't have to come up with something intelligent to say back. Michael kisses him again, and he really just melts into the touch with a breathy sigh. His lips part, letting his tongue slick into Michael's mouth, putting his hands on his back.

He wants more now, but he's trying to let Michael keep the control, to decide where or how far this goes.

Michael rolled them both until they were lying on his bed side by side, facing each other. "Eli," he said in the same hoarse whisper. "I want."

He stopped, leaned in and kissed him again, slow and deep before his lips broke away again. "I want to touch you. Want you to touch me." He stopped just short of saying please, but the word was written all over his face.

Eli savors the lingering feel of Michael's kiss, mashing his lips together to keep it a moment longer. His lungs burn for air, and his skin heats at what Michael says. He looks over, at the look on his face and the way he's laid on the bed, and of course Eli wants him too. Wants whatever Michael's asking for tonight. "Alright. We can do that. Definitely," he says, his heart thumping harder in his chest because so many of those distracting daydreams were about exactly this. Getting to touch Michael, making him feel good. That's what he wants.

He's not nervous, but then again his hand feels jittery when he reaches over to unzip Michael's pants. But he easily slips his hand inside, rubbing the front of Michael's underwear. They are laying close enough that Eli can lean forward and press his lips back to Michael's.