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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 16:06:28 GMT -5
Nash fumbled with the lock, knowing his dad would probably be asleep. He had worked until close to midnight, then met with Dylan. He pushed the door open, putting his keys and phone on the island in the kitchen. Nash walked over to the fridge, grabbing the rest of his milkshake he didn't finish. He sat on one of the stools, running his fingers through his hair.
"Uh.. Y-you can have my.. bed i-if you want." He offered. He had came home and passed out on the sofa many times. His dad knew he worked longer hours than he could handle.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 16:11:39 GMT -5
Dylan stepped inside, looking around, and yawned softly. "No." He shook his head. "It's your bed." Not like he wasn't used to sleeping other places. He had been somewhat hesitant since meeting up with Nash again, afraid things might be a little different since his blow up in the store.
He took a seat on the couch, stretched.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 16:18:18 GMT -5
Nash couldn't hear what he said, so he just laid his head down on the counter, closing his eyes. He yawned, pushing the milkshake away. He moved a little closer to the counter, folding his arms under his head. He was about to fall asleep when he felt a tap on his leg. He looked down at his dad.
"Go to bed, Nash." He said, and Nash pointed to his ears.
"Bed." And Nash spun around on the stool, walking around his dad. He bent down, kissing the top of his head before walking over to Dylan on the sofa.
"C-coming?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 16:34:09 GMT -5
When there was no reply, Dylan figured he hadn't been heard. He glanced over at the two after a moment, standing. "Yeah."
He glanced over his shoulder, throwig a wave at Nash's father before sticking his hands in his pockets and following after Nash, yawning softly.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 16:46:40 GMT -5
Nash pulled off his shirt, then his belt. He kicked off his shoes, and then slipped out of his jeans. He climbed into the bed, moving over to the side he usually slept on. He pulled the blankets up to his stomach, then tucked an arm under his pillow, a yawn rolling off his lips.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 17:02:51 GMT -5
Dylan watched Nash strip down, and grew hesitant. He drew in a slow breath. It took everything in himself to take off his hat, shoes and jeans and slide into the bed. He scooted to the end of the bed though, as if afraid of even touching Nashville, closed his eyes.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 17:12:29 GMT -5
Nash turned over on his stomach and was soon sound asleep. When he woke the next morning, he was extremely sore. He sat up, running his hand across his bruised stomach. He had tried to keep the attack from Dylan, but obviously had forgotten when he got into bed, because he had on nothing but his boxers.
"Ow.." He groaned, sliding off the edge of the bed. He pulled his boxers down over the finger shaped bruises on his thighs, then walked over to his clothes, carefully pulling on his jeans again.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 17:16:07 GMT -5
Dylan had peered through slitted eyes a him as he got up, rage growing, but he kept silent until Nash pulled on his jeans.
He yawned, stretching, and reached for his own jeans. "Who did it Nash?" He spoke hopefully loud enough, reached over and snatched up Nashville's hand, touching him close and touching at his stomach. "Nash?"
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 17:27:53 GMT -5
Nash bit his lip, wincing as Dylan touched his stomach. "O-ow.." He complained, tears falling down his cheeks at the touch. "I don't k-know, Dylan.. They looked like s-some guys my mom in.. vites over sometimes.. I p-passed out.. I couldn't breathe.." He looked away, moving Dylan's hand to his hip.
"It hurts, Dylan.." He cried, wrapping his arms around Dylan's neck. "M-my legs are killing me.."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 17:31:37 GMT -5
Dylan's teeth gritted, growing pissed. He drew his hand back, then allowed Nash to bring his hand to his hip. He carefully sat up, gently pulling Nashville into his lap. "It's okay Nash..." He murmured in his ear, kissed him softly. "You should have told somebody."
He ran his hand through the other boy's hair, eyes flaming with anger, a sudden want for revenge. "Nobody is allowed to hurt you now Nash..if I find out who did-..."
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