Micky's eyes widened.

"Mick?" Michael whispered.

Micky looked down, then back up, then down, then up again.

Then, slowly, he leaned forward to press his lips to Michael's. The kiss was soft, almost feather-light.

Startled, Michael kissed back, gentle too. Micky wrapped his arms around Michael's neck and pulled him closer. Michael responded by wrapping his arms around Micky's waist, squeezing lightly, but careful not to cause any real pain.

The kiss was soft and slow. It was long and passionate. It was fueled by a fire that burned deep within Michael's chest, fueled his adoration for Micky. He loved him more than life itself and he poured all of that into the kiss, stopping only when Micky pressed his palms lightly against his chest.

When Micky finally broke away, he looked up at Michael, eyes wide and full of love.

"You wouldn't hurt me," he whispered. It wasn't a question.

"Never," Michael choked, taking Micky's hand and squeezing lightly.

Micky leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Michael's. He closed his eyes.

"Okay. I...I'll move in with you. Just..."

"Just what?" Michael pressed his lips to Micky's again, pulling away after only a few seconds.

"Just...d-don't let anybody hurt me."