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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 2:38:25 GMT -5
"I a-already told you I don't w-wear hats." He said with a laugh. He aww'd at the picture, then put on a serious face.
"S-scariest fluff ball I've ever seen." He said with a nod, then smiled again, biting his lip. "I-I don't have anything cute but I.. can show you w-weird." He said. He leaned over him, grabbing his bottle of water. He took Dylan's hand, pouring a little water into his palm before bringing the boy's hand under his shirt to his side, where scales started to grow. They started at the bottom of his breast bone, and went down into his pants. He raised his shirt up, looking at the light blue scales.
"W-weird, huh?"
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 2:43:59 GMT -5
Dylan allowed him to take his hand, watching him pour the water in to his palm. He drew in a quiet breath as his hand met bare skin, fear growing unnoticed to himself in his eyes.
He was afraid of hurting people, even with the simplest touch. The scales however, drew his attention, and when Nash raised his shirt he smiled faintly, fingertips gently trailing down their surface. "Hella cool."
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 2:50:49 GMT -5
He kept his legs tight around Dylan, knowing if they even got close, he would have a fin. And a ruined pair of jeans. He blushed at the feeling of Dylan's fingers across the scales. He took in a deep breath, looking down at him, then his stomach where there was only a scale every once and awhile, all of them on the one side Dylan was touching. He let go of his shirt, letting it rest on top of Dylan's hand.
"W-why do you look scared?" He asked, reaching down to touch his cheek.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 3:04:22 GMT -5
Dylan continued to brush his fingers over the area. His hand fell to a rest at the touch to his cheek. "Do I? I-...." He worked his jaw helplessly. "I've...never shown this part of me. To anyone. Honestly Nash you fucking scare me. I'm so scared of hurting people..even when I don't wanna. Even when I don't try."
He sighed, searching his eyes a moment, his free hand tucked behind his head.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 3:13:17 GMT -5
"I kn-know you aren't going to hurt me, Dylan.." He mumbled, looking down at him. He didn't like seeing the hurt there in his eyes, and knowing that in a way, he had caused it. He trailed his fingers down his cheek, his eyes searching his face.
"A-and if you do.. I know i-it wasn't you.. It was who y-you made yourself out to be.." He bit his lip, running his fingers slowly across his jaw. He leaned down, kissing his forehead gently.
"Y-you're not a monster. You just think being.. a monster will make things easier.. But you c-could have anything you wanted if you'd just.. let someone in.." He looked down at him, his heart pounding at how close their faces were.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 3:29:46 GMT -5
Dylan swallowed. His eyes closed at the gentle kiss that was placed on his forehead, a single tear rolling down his face. "No, I can't Nash...maybe more than I do, but not anything I want..."
He rubbed at his eye angrily, staredup at Nashville. On a mindless whim he kissed him softly. The action, for once not sex driven, filled his stomach with butterflies and left his heart pounding to the point that he wondered if a kiss was enough to give somebody a heart attack.
He drew back slightly, working his jaw. "I'm sorry, I just-...I-...yeah...."
'Fucking idiot!' He scolded. He couldn't do this, what the hell was he thinking? And yet...the reaction it had given him...he bit his lip.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 3:39:15 GMT -5
Nash blushed a bright red as their lips met, but he closed his eyes, leaning closer. He stroked his cheek gently, his heart hammering in his chest. He felt like he had a stone in his throat, and he bit his lip as Dylan pulled away.
"D-don't be sorry.." He mumbled, looking down at him. "Never be s-sorry for doing something that m-makes you happy.." He moved his other hand to Dylan's shoulder, then his neck as he leaned down, kissing him again. His heart raced again, but he smiled.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 13:15:58 GMT -5
Dylan gazed up at him at the insistant words, but nodded mutely. The next kiss made him draw in a wavering breath. He closed his eyes, meetong it gently, and brought a hand to the small of Nash's back.
"I dunno how you do it," He murmured, voice soft though he was speaking right into Nashville's ear. "How you make me feel like this..."
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 14:12:57 GMT -5
Nash smiled, burying his face in Dylan's neck. He kissed the skin there gently, then rested his head on his shoulder.
"The same t-thing.. go-goes for you.." He mumbled. He rubbed his chest gently, looking over at him and wondering just how he made the boy feel; if they felt the same thing, or two things, completely different.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 14:25:44 GMT -5
Dylan sighed. "Hmm.." He hummed softly, wrapping his arm a little more around Nash then before. His breaths were slow and even beneath him, and he grew aware of the hand rubbing at his chest beneath the shirt.
He yawned. "I could lay here all day at this rate," He admitted, completely comfortable. Which was odd. He usually hated being touched by another, not to mention full on contact like this. That brief worry about hurting him resurfaced.
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