[CLOSED] you're lucky if your memory remains.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash looked up at him, praying he didn't leave. He took ahold of his hand again, clinging to it. "Y-you're leaving me?" He asked, biting his lip. He didn't want to be alone. If being with Dylan got him hurt the way it did, he didn't want to think about what would happen if he wasn't there. Maybe it would be last night all over again. Or he may never take another breath. He wiped at one of his eyes, looking up at Dylan.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan bit his lip, figured he should give him a break. Instead of explaining, he shook his head and slid into bed beside him, pulled his shirt off and ran a hand up and down Nash's arm, kissed him gently.

"That better?" He ran a hand back through his hair, searching his face quietly.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash kissed him back, reaching up to stroke his cheek. He snuggled close to him, feeling much more safe and secure with Dylan around. He nodded at his question, rubbing his chest gently.

"I.. really don't feel s-sick.. I just don't w-want to eat.. And my d-dad gets worried when.. I don't.." He mumbled, then started moving his head until he could hear Dylan's heart. He closed his eyes, resting his hand on Dylan's stomach.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan smiled faintly. "Ah." He covered Nash's hand with his own, tucking his knees in just slightly. He closed his eyes for a moment again, then opened them, preferring to watch Nash.

A gentle smile graced his lips. "Cute," He breathed in his ear, chuckling. He stretched out again, unable to get completely comfortable.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash rolled over onto his back, stretching his arms out over his head. He gently took Dylan's arm, pulling him over towards him. He leaned up on an elbow, kissing him softly and slowly, his hand moving to stroke his cheek. He pulled away after a moment, looking down at him. He couldn't help noticing all over again how handsome he was. 'Anyone would be lucky to have him' He thought, trailing his hand up and down his chest gently.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan rested his arm over Nash's torso when it was pulled closer, and he rolled onto his side, kissing him softly. He covered the hand on his chest with his free one before finding his lips once more, his next kiss lingering though he didn't take it much further, respecting the idea of Nash being in pain.

He rested his leg over one of the other male's near the ankle where he wouldn't be sore, just wanting to be close, know he was here and okay.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash moved as close as he could, not caring about the pain. He just needed to be close to Dylan, feel him there with him. At the kiss, he brought a hand to his neck, his stomach filling with butterflies all over again. He wrapped a leg around Dylan's, pulling it between his. He moved a little closer until their chests touched, and he blushed. He looked up at him, stroking his cheek gently.

"I dunno i-if you can get any closer.." He whispered, a smile playing on his lips. His fingers played with Dylan's hair, his eyes never leaving the other boy's.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan's breath caught, heart hammering in his chest and he swallowed at the odd feeling, realized he kind of liked it. "I dunno..." He would allow Nash to make the calls on how close they got or this was it, still stressed about the bruises and hurt; it wasn't like him to feel like this at all, and it really did scare him.

But Dylan found himself lost in Nashville's eyes midthought. "You have beautiful eyes..." He bit his lip at the comment he never would have thought to leave his lips. This wasn't like him at all.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash smiled at the compliment, kissing him softly. "Thank you." He said, then laid his head down on the pillow. His hands went to Dylan's shoulders, and he ran his fingers across the skin there. He had never really felt anyone else, aside from simple things like fixing one of his sister's bikini tops for her, or brushing against someone, or helping his dad occasionally. But he had never actually liked anyone, and being around them was even more different.

He adjusted himself, his side hurting a bit. His hips brushed Dylan's, and he bit his lip so hard he almost broke the skin. "S-sorry.." He choked out, his cheeks turning bright red.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan gazed at him gently, aware of the little touches of Nash's hands, no matter how light or firm they were. When their hips brushed he tensed a moment, then relaxed. "It's okay, don't be."

A smile passed his lips and he kissed him again.