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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 23:17:24 GMT -5
He curled up close to him, running his hand up and down his chest slowly. He closed his eyes, listening to Dylan breathing. It made him feel safe and content. Feeling Dylan's hand trailing up and down his back made him smile, wondering if he would ever feel that again, ever get to feel Dylan kiss him like he had probably kissed others. He pushed the thought away, trying to focus on the TV. He pushed the blanket off, suddenly hotter than he was a few moments ago.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 23:23:30 GMT -5
Dylan watched him push the blanket away, ruffled Nash's hair gently. He had never been so gentle to another...never felt this way.. He knew he was falling for Nashville. Any kiss he had given before, any sex, had had no feeling towards the other person. But this-....this was so new, so different.
"You okay..?" He kissed his temple.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 23:29:08 GMT -5
"'m hot." He said quietly. But with the blanket gone, he wasn't as hot as he was before. He felt Dylan kiss him and smiled, rubbing his chest again. He rubbed at an eye, then his hand went back to Dylan's chest. He looked up at him, and his heart started pounding all over again. He looked back at the TV, biting down on his lip. He didn't know why he felt so attatched to the boy, or how he made Nash feel like no one else had been able to. But he liked it. Maybe he could learn to love.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 23:33:42 GMT -5
Dylan nodded, smiling down at him. He drew in a quick breath, then sighed, smiling faintly again. Once more he turned to the television.
It seemed like nothing could be more perfect just as much as nothing could possible go wrong in this single moment. Unbelieveably happy.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 20, 2012 23:43:21 GMT -5
He watched as the credits began to roll, and raised his hands over his head in a stretch. He walked over to the laundry room again, grabbing his sheets and blankets. He walked back to his room and put them on before plopping back down beside Dylan.
'Is the next one coming on?' He signed to his dad, and he checked the guide.
'It looks like they're rerunning them all. I'm going to go in my room and try to finish reading my book.' He signed before going into his room. Nash curled up close to Dylan, rubbing his chest again.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 20, 2012 23:48:47 GMT -5
Dylan moved Nash gently, stretching out on the couch and drawing Nash onto his chest a bit more. Lips grazed his ear once his father left. "How're you feeling?" He kissed the skin there absently, cradling him close.
He glanced up as the next title started up, kissed Nash's temple, jaw, then found his lips.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 0:07:00 GMT -5
"A-alright." He mumbled, blushing at the kisses. Every place had before been previously untouched. He met the kiss, his heart pounding so hard in his chest that he could hear it in his head. He parted his lips slowly, almost hesitantly. He wanted so bad to feel him like everyone else could, to get that chance he had never gotten before. He ran a hand through his hair before settling it on the back of his neck.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 0:14:27 GMT -5
Dylan smiled into the kiss a moment, his own lips parting. A hesitant tongue traced the bottom row of Nash's teeth. He hugged him closer, careful of his stomach.
"You're amazing," He spoke directly into his ear. They were words he wanted Nashville to hear, not just read from his lips or hands. Again he searched out his lips, slow and tender.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 0:34:44 GMT -5
Nash blushed at the words, then his lips were against Dylan's again. He reached up, cupping his cheek as he kissed him. He couldn't help thinking that everything about him was completely and utterly perfect. Except for maybe his temper. He was amazed at how every part of their bodies fit together, like a cardboard cut out of one another. He wondered if everyone's body was like this, if everyone could just fit together like puzzle pieces. He moved so he was leaning against the arm of the couch, his knees bent around Dylan
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 0:43:43 GMT -5
As Nash moved, the kiss was broken. He smiled at him gently, glancing towards the tv a moment before looking down at his phone, deleted the notifications there and tossed it towards his hat.
Leaning back against the couch, he really did know things were great, hoped they could only get better instead of worse.
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