[OPEN] will you stay away forever?

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc wrinkled his nose at the feeling, but not being ticklish, it didn't bother him. Just made him sick. He hated the feeling of skin against his foot.

"I asked you. You're the guest." He said, grabbing his hand. He pulled him closer, leaning up to kiss him. "And they say punters never get anyone." He said with a smile. He didn't have him, but he was content with kissing him. And he had all intentions of doing it until he had to leave. "Can I keep you here?" He whined, turning so his head was in Dyson's lap. "Kiss you whenever I want.. See you smile."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson smiled down at him. "I guess you got lucky," He murmured softly. "Yeah, you can," He mumbled. "You're the only one who can." He leaned down, kissing him gently again, hair falling to curtain both of their faces before he pulled away just slightly, searching his face. He smiled, kissing him again before straightening up.

He played with his shirt gently, almost absently, ran a hand slowly up his arm.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"Fine, but you have to smile more often." He teased, reaching over to take his hand. He laced their fingers together, sitting up slowly. He kissed him gently, reaching up to put his hand on his neck. He slowly ran his tongue across his bottom lip before he pulled away, telling himself not to get too attached. Tomorrow would be another, different day. He may as well be dreaming.

"Football?" He asked, nodding towards his arm. He laid his head against the sofa, pulling their hands into his lap. He put his other hand over theirs, running his fingers slowly across Dyson's wrist.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

"Okay, then you gotta make me." He kissed him slowly back, tongue tracing his lips, teeth, hesitated at the question. "Ah..yeah." He watched him trace fingers over his wrist, not daring stop him and make him wonder, but mentally hoping he realized they were a repetitive scatter of five fingerprints coupled together all the way up his arm, hidden beneath the jacket.

They were up both arms, hidden along most of his body. Not football at all.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"You gotta be careful. They're jerks sometimes. They don't know when 'rough' turns to 'too rough'. They said I'm too queer to play, even if I can kick a ball from our own fourty-two. I don't see anyone they got this year able to kick past the other team's thirty." He shrugged, his fingers slipping up his jacket to rub the skin there. But he didn't look down. He was too interested in Dyson's eyes.

"When did you realize you liked guys? I mean.. I always found girls attractive. But I never found guys any less attractive than girls, either. My mom hated when I brought a boy home thinking it was normal. But I've always been strange." He pulled the hand away from his wrist, bringing it to his forehead to push his hair aside.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson chewed on his lip, managing a sheepish smile, winced at the touch beneath his shirt but ignored it. Last night had been rough, he needed a day off. "Ah, middle school..." He murmured. "When we played you guys, actually. You...were my first true crush, when I started realizing I liked guys. Suddenly no girl compared."

He smirked faintly. "You weren't the only one who felt that way freshman year when we were suddenly in the same school, I was just too chickenshit to ever admit it. Connor was, unexpected. A shot at the dark. But he didn't want to deal with what I did to him at school...and I was tired of seeing him hurt by me and his dad... guess breaking up with him didn't change anything. Yeah, I was in love with him, but to love a dying guy, and love a dying sister at the same time?"

He shook his head, hair falling right back over his shoulder. "Too much...so I did all I knew I could, pushed him away, beat him up and scared him off."

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc's hand stopped mid-hair adjusting. His jaw fell ajar and a blush crept over his cheeks. He was still stuck on what he first said. When Dyson stopped talking he finally stopped his hand, staring at him like he was stupid. "You're not fucking funny. You're messing with me." He said, shaking his head. He reached for the half melted shake on the table, taking a sip of it. He sat it on the table, looking back at Dyson.

"You're kidding, right? Pulling my leg? All for fun? Tell me you're joking because I feel like the stupidest person on Earth right now.." He bit his lip, searching his face.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson smiled sheepishly. "I'm not joking, Lucas," He huffed softly. "I kept my mouth shut about it, though, wasn't sure what was going through my head. But I swear, every fucking time I saw you, I was like, damn."

He ruffled his hair gently, brushing a thumb slowly over his cheek. "So...now you know, I guess, hm?"

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

He looked over at him. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed earlier, why he couldn't have just approached him. It made him feel even stupider thinking he could have just went up and talked to him.

"That was when I had a lip ring though." He said with a smile, running his tongue over the closed hole. "Everyone's hotter with a lip ring. Well.. almost everyone." He looked into his eyes, reaching over to brush his hair back.

"I fucking hated Algebra. Because you sat like, right across from me. You're the reason I failed that damn class. I couldn't focus. You would look up and I would just have.. the worst butterflies. Ever. And I'd want to sink through the floor because I'm not shy, okay? I'm a loud ass."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson laughed. "Not everyone," He teased. "I always wondered if you were shy or not. I failed almost every class that year," He smirked. "So it was nothing new. But on the occasion I caught you looking, I would smart off to someone else just to distract myself, hide any blush."

He smiled slightly, almost embarrassed, again a thing rare from him. "But then I'd catch you messin' around in the halls. Always confused me."