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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 0:49:59 GMT -5
Nash got up and walked to the laundry room, putting his dad's bed sheets in the washer. He walked back, leaning down to kiss Dylan gently. "I'm really gl-glad.. I met you.." He whispered, stroking his cheek gently. A branch hit the window, and Nash jumped, his hands shaking. He looked out and realized it was pouring down rain. He let out a shaky breath, walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water when the power flickered, then went out.
"I'm d-deaf and can't s-see. Great." He mumbled, walking over to the couch again. He took Dylan's hand, leading him to his bedroom where he was sure he wouldn't run into anything.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 0:58:52 GMT -5
"You too," Dylan watched him go, glancing up at the flicker of lights. And then they blacked out. He chuckled at Nash's comment, kissing his forehead gently before collecting his hat and cell phone and standing.
Following Nash into the bedroom, he closed the door behind them and tossed his things aside, dropping lazily onto the bed with a huff.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 1:04:18 GMT -5
Nash pulled off his shirt, then climbed into the bed. He curled up next to Dylan, laying his head on his chest. He could faintly hear his heart beat and held his breath, hoping he could hear it better. He smiled, closing his eyes. Something about every small noise from Dylan -no matter what it was- made him happy. Because he could hear him there.
"I think.. I like you.." He mumbled, running his hand across Dylan's stomach.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 1:09:36 GMT -5
"I think I like you, too.." Dylan murmured in his ear. "Never..ever felt like this before." He drew in a deep breath, slowly letting it out as he cradled Nash close, briefly studying his bruised stomach with the faintest frown. He had said his legs were killing him too.
Dylan reached down, a furm but gentle hand massaging his lower back and the backs of his thighs, trying to ease some of the tension there, hoping to avoid bruises at the same time.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 1:16:50 GMT -5
"O-ow.. ow.." He cried, quickly moving close to Dylan, trying to get away from his hand. He was pretty sure the bruises were on his back too, the way it hurt for Dylan to touch it. "It h-hurt so bad.." He mumbled, even if he didn't remember anything past his legs being forced apart. "T-they just.. shoved me against th-this wall.. Kneed me in the s-stomach. I can't remember.. a-anything after they shoved me down a-and ripped my jeans off." He wiped angrily at an eye, not wanting to cry.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 1:21:04 GMT -5
Dylan drew his hand back sharply. "I'm sorry I-...I thought I could-..." Mentally he beat himself over the head for his supidity. What had he been thinking? He drew back, afraid of hurting him. But Nash had drawn closer instead.
The words stirred rage deep within him and his teeth gritted. "I'm so sorry Nash..." For what had happened and for the pain he himself had just caused. "I was...trying to help..." Hurt in his eyes, he should have asked..should have been more careful. Suddenly far too hesitant, he gently brushed beneath Nash's eyes, kissed him tenderly, sorrowfully.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 1:26:31 GMT -5
Nash kissed him back, hugging him close. He felt terrible that he had made Dylan feel bad.
"I-it wasn't your fault. N-neither of us knew I had a bruise th-there. W-why don't you try up t-towards my shoulders?" He asked, trying to make him feel better. He kissed him gently, rubbing Dylan's stomach gently. He pulled away a bit, kissing his jaw.
"Please don't feel bad.." He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair. He blushed, feeling Dylan's breath on his cheek. Like a reminder he was still there.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 1:33:40 GMT -5
Dylan brought his hands up to Nash's shoulders, unsure as he traced over the bare skin, began to massage the area gently after a moment.
He tilted his head at the kiss. "Can't help it..I don't wanna hurt you, don't wanna see you hurt."
One hand left the other boy's shoulders to tip his chin back gently, searching his eyes in silence.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 1:39:37 GMT -5
Nash blushed, feeling Dylan's fingers brushing across his shoulders. When he tipped his chin back, he looked up at him, the hand rubbing his stomach falling to rest. He was honestly happy for once, didn't feel like he was being pressured, or judged, or missing out on anything. He could hear Dylan, and that made him happy. He reached up to stroke his cheek gently, running his fingers across the skin there.
"Everything's.. okay now.." He mumbled, smiling a bit.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 1:44:21 GMT -5
Dylansmiled back just faintly. "Maybe..." The word was hushed though, he didn't bother ensure Nash could hear it. Perhaps because it wasn't directed towards him.
Another gentle kiss was offered before Dylan curled up close and closed his eyes. Lying here like this, with Nash, Dylan really thought an afternoon nap could be possible at this point.
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