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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 19:14:33 GMT -5
Nash fished out a pair of pants, then walked over to Dylan, holding them out. He thought a moment, then wrapped his arms around the other guy. He closed his eyes, listening to him breathe through his back. He pulled away, hugging the pants close.
"T-thanks." He said quietly, kissing his cheek gently. "I don't know h-how I can ever m-make it up to you."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 19:20:03 GMT -5
"You don't gotta," Dylan murmured in his ear, kissing the corner of his mouth, wondering what Nash's father was thinking about all of this. He hugged the other boy close, then stripped of his muddy jeans, drawing the pants on.
Gently he led Nash over to the couch, sitting him down, and dropped carefully beside him. "Let me see your stomach love..." He spoke close to his ear. "You want some ice?"
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 19:29:58 GMT -5
Nash followed him to the couch, pulling his pants down a little. He leaned back against the arm of the sofa, looking away. He didn't want to see the look on Dylan or his dad's face. He bit his lip, shaking his head at the offer of ice. Ice would just melt and then he would turn into a fish. He wondered why he didn't grow a fin out in the rain, but maybe because the guy had been between his legs.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 19:41:05 GMT -5
Dylan grimaced. "Ouch.." He mumbled softly under his breath as he gazed brokenly at the darkly bruised skin. "You should rest," He murmured in his ear, gently drawing Nash's head into his lap so he was lying down.
He ran fingers through his hair quietly, working his jaw, and glanced helplessly towards Nashville's father.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 19:49:58 GMT -5
Nash closed his eyes, breathing growing shallow. It pained him to take deep breaths. He adjusted himself a bit, reaching over to take Dylan's hand. He held it tightly, terrified of letting him go. His dad over at the boy, obviously hurt that his son had been beaten, and that he hadn't been able to help him.
"The poor boy.. Every woman he's ever had in his life has fucked him over. 'Scuse my language." He drummed his fingers on the arms of his chair. "I'm glad you were here, though. I wouldn't have been able to do much more than shoot them. And ruin whatever hearing he has left."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 19:54:11 GMT -5
Dylan chewed on his lip, just nodding, at a loss for words for the first time in a long time.
He brushed his thumb over the back of Nash's hand slowly, the other stroking his cheek, then finding his hair again.
Sadness glinted in his eyes, guilt for not noticing sooner that the boy was gone.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 20:00:32 GMT -5
Nash kept his hand close, glancing up at him. He didn't like what he saw, didn't like that he looked so sad and hurt. And guilty. It killed him to think that he had made Dylan feel guilty.
"It's okay n-now.." He whispered, reaching up his other hand to touch his cheek. He let their hands rest on his stomach, his fingers tracing slowly across Dylan's cheek. He couldn't help but feel his heart pounding, the butterflies in his stomach growing worse and worse until he nearly felt sick.
"S-smile?" He asked, offering him one.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 20:05:30 GMT -5
Dylan bit his lip, tilting his head into the touch against his cheek. Nash's smile was too contagious though, and he smiled faintly back, stooped to kiss him softly on the lips despite Nash's father sitting right there.
"Yeah..it's okay now..." He swallowed, glancing warily around as he straightened up again.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 21, 2012 20:11:11 GMT -5
Nash smiled, kissing him back. He put his other hand over theirs on his stomach, looking over at the blank TV. There was no use in turning it on, really. He couldn't hear anything.
"Nash? Nash!" His father called, but he couldn't hear. He tossed a piece of paper at him, and Nash jumped, looking over at him.
'Food?' He signed, and Nash shook his head. He couldn't eat. He turned over slowly on his side, keeping Dylan's hand in his.
'Sick.' He signed, letting go of Dylan's hand for just a second. He quickly took it back, holding it close.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 21, 2012 20:18:44 GMT -5
Dylan watched them, chewed on his lip. "I'mma take him to lie down.." He mumbled. Carefully, he lifted Nash bridal style in his arms, carrying him to his bedroom and turning on the light so it wasn't so dark. He left the door open too, simply wanted to give Nashville a bit more space to stretch out.
He laid him down in the bed, leaning over him to kiss his cheek, brushing at his hair.
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