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When the Party's Over

When Dwight takes Michael home after the dinner party the two men get closer with each other

CW: vauge implications of sexual emotional abuse from Jan and minor injury

After the disaster of a dinner party, Michael stared out the window of Dwight's car as they left Jan's house. He was going home with him. Michael was pretty quiet.

"Are you okay?" Dwight glanced at him

"Jan said she'd see me in the morning."

"Michael, does she even know where I live?"

"She might."

" She would get lost trying to find my house."

Michael sighed, "Yeah, you're right."

"I hope the police take her in."

"I don't think-."

"Michael she's batshit. She deserves the consequences."

"I don't want the police involved. They'll just ask us weird questions."

"True." Dwight sighed. He glanced at him.

"Did she. . .touch you. . .in a bad way?"

"Yes, I don't want to talk about it." Michael answered in one breath. Dwight's blood ran cold. He reached out and held his hand. Michael hung on to his hand, his arm limp and tired. Dwight squeezed it before letting go.

"I'm glad I'm taking you home."

"Me too."

The rest of the ride to Dwight's house was quiet. The cool night air blew against Michael when he stepped out of the car. The sky was empty of any clouds so the full moon was shining over them.

"I haven't been here in months." Michael said as he stood in Dwight's living room. He stared at the floor blankly.

"You ok?" Dwight looked at his friend. He didn't respond.

"Are you hungry? When was the last time you ate?"

"Breakfast." He mumbled. Dwight's eyes grew wide.

"Oh my god you must be starving. There's some leftover peach pie in the fridge that we can eat." He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a pie and turned on the oven. "I'm going outside." Michael muttered. He walked out the door. "Careful."

Dwight watched him from outside the kitchen window. Michael walked around a couple of trees. The events of that night unraveled in his mind as paced around the yard. The wind was cold and sharp against his face. Hot tears filled his vision. He was tired of feeling so scared of Jan all the time. He growled out in frustration and punched a tree with full force. He winced and looked down at his stinging fist. Tears clouded his vision. He could see red. His hand stung. "Shit."

"Michael!" Dwight cried out.

Michael jumped and turned to him.

"You're bleeding." He looked at Michael scared and led him back inside and sat him down in the kitchen. He took out a first aid kit and held up Michael's hand. He washed out the dirt with a wet wipe. Michael winced and cried quietly. Dwight hated to hear him cry. He wrapped up his fist in a bandage and kissed his hand. Michael drew back his hand. "Don't make it weird." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry. Do you wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head.

"I missed you."

"Yeah. I missed you too." He placed his hand on Dwight's lap. "Jan- Jan didn't like it- She didn't like it when we got too close around each other."

"What? Why? Did she think where-?"

"I don't know. I think your oven is ready." He pointed at it beeping. Dwight shot up and put half of the pie in the oven to reheat.

"I missed your hugs." Michael bit his lip and confessed. Dwight put a hand on his shoulder. Michael stood up and hugged him. He tensed up quickly but then immediately relaxed, "Michael. . ." He whispered softly. Michael buried his face into his chest and cried. He petted the shorter man's back, Michael's arms hugged into his waist. He pressed a small kiss on his head. He hummed to Michael and started to sing in German. He trembled in Dwight's arms. Dwight pressed two more kisses onto his head. He tapped Michael's shoulder.

"I need to get the pie." Michael let him go and sat down while rubbing his face. "Sorry." Dwight mumbled and took the pie out to cool. "For what?"

"Kissing your, uh, head."

"It's okay." He waved a hand at him. Dwight took out two glasses and filled them with milk. "I love you." He whispered.

"What?" Michael looked over at him

"What?"

"I didn't hear you?"

"Nothing." Dwight set the glass of milk and pie in front of Michael. He paused at his face and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He blinked and looked at Dwight. "Uh, sorry."

"It's okay." Michael kissed cheek back when Dwight sat down with his own plate. Dwight covered his face with his hand and stepped back. "I love you too." He said without looking at Dwight.

"Like- like as a friend or. . .?"

He didn't answer. Dwight sighed and ate with him. Michael sipped his milk and leaned on his head on Dwight's shoulder.

"Where am I going tomorrow?"

"Do you have anywhere else to go?"

"Jan's place. . . ?"

Dwight looked down at him sternly, "No. Absolutely not. No." He hugged Michael. " You can't be alone with her."

"I'll be fine. I'll break up with her."

"Michael. No."

"Can I stay here?"

Dwight sighed. "I don't know. Maybe. I'll see what I can do." He kissed his head and let him go.

"I'm fine."

Dwight pointed at his injured fist. "You are not fine."

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. God."

They ate in silence for a moment.

"I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I'm scared of Jan trying to get me back."

"I won't let her near you."

Dwight kissed his hand. Michael took his plate and cup to the sink, "Thank you."

When Dwight went to put away his dishes and Michael hugged him from behind. He stood still. Michael was never this affectionate with him before. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You're really touchy tonight."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, You're just worrying me."

"I missed you."

Dwight turned around and hugged him back, his heart was racing. He looked up at Dwight's face and touched his cheek. He looked down and got closer to Michael. He pressed his lips on Dwight’s and caressed his face. Dwight melted into his touch and kissed back. He pulled out after a few seconds. Neither of the men dared to ask about what this meant or what was happening between them. Michael leaned on his shoulder.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 1 am. Can we cuddle?"

"Yeah."

"Come on." He held Michael's hand and walked him to his bedroom. His bed was perfectly made from that morning. Dwight slipped off his clothes to just undershirt and so did Michael. Michael laid in bed waiting to be spooned, Dwight got behind him and put an arm around his waist and a leg between his legs. They had cuddled like this many times in private and they had both sworn to never tell anyone else about it, but they had never kissed like that before.

"Michael, do you love me?"

"Of course."

"I mean, do you love me, love me?"

Michael stared at the wall in front of him. "Do you?"

"What if I did?" Dwight's voice wavered.

"Why would you?"

"You make me happy. You care about me. We've known each other for years. We've fought so much but you still like me."

"I love you, but-."

"But?"

"But I don't know if I love you, love you."

"Oh."

Michael turned to face him and held his cheeks. Dwight glanced at his lips and eyes surprised. Michael kissed him. He opened his mouth a bit for Michael and Michael inserted in his tongue. He curled his tongue softly and slowly around Dwight's. They made out calmly for 15 minutes before Michael shut his eyes and rested his head on his shoulder to sleep. Dwight reached out and turned out the oil lamp by his bed stand and cuddled Michael as they fell asleep.

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