[CLOSED] but watch how good i'll fake it.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"I don't think she's ever been much more than this.. ball of fluff." He said with a smile, his eyes closing when he felt Dylan's hand in his hair. He felt his other hand on his arm, trailing up and down it. It wad calming, made Mat feel safe, okay. Then Dylan stopped. He looked down, turning his arm over a bit. He looked up at Dylan, bringing his hand to his cheek.

"I love you." He said quietly, running his fingers across his cheek. He didn't like seeing Dylan hurt. "Nothing's broken forever, Dylan. You just have to show everyone you just did it because you were hurt. It's okay."

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan lowered his gaze, tracing the letters of his name quietly. "Love you, too..." He mumbled, sighing. He shook his head faintly. "I can't fix it all that easy Mat..."
He mumbled. "Trying to fix everything is gonna just break other things."

He closed his eyes, dropping an arm into the grass, playing with one of the Valium pills he felt lying there.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat just moved closer, hugging him tightly. He didn't know what to say. Which was strange for Mat. He usually talked more than anyone else. He had a big mouth, which went without saying.

"I dunno, baby.." He said quietly, kissing his jaw gently. He rubbed his chest gently, closing his eyes again. He played with the end of it for a moment, thinking how many times he just reached down and took off Dylan's shirt. He never thought about it, it just happened. He smiled to himself, running his fingers over the skin on Dylan's lower stomach.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan kept his eyes closed in response, feeling the fingers on his lower stomach. He paused, tugging it up some, wincing at the gashes down his side. He touched the three lettered name over his heart. "I always kept you close..." He dropped the shirt again, once more closing his eyes again. A soft breath passed his lips.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat ran his hand over his chest, his fingers tracing over the fabric. "I never let you go.." He whispered, drawing his name with his finger in Dylan's shirt. He brushed the wrinkles away, laying his hand there on his rib cage. He didn't ever want to let him go. He wanted him to be there forever. He closed his eyes, fighting the tears that stung his eyes. But the voice was quiet, it wasn't screaming at him like it had been.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Dylan.. He was screaming.. I couldn't shut him up.. He said you wanted me to.." He didn't like seeing Dylan hurt, much less because of him.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"Why would I ever want you to do that?" Dylan rasped, shaking his head slowly. "I love you....all I've done is beg for you back, you know? Never would I say things like that..." He kissed him soft and slow, rubbing at his chest gently. He should get Princess home so Britt and Zoey could be left alone, but he didn't want to get up, not yet.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat blushed at the kiss, reaching over to cup his cheek. He was suddenly all too aware of Dylan's hand on his chest. He reached over, his hand finding Dylan's hip. Something about it felt strange, like their hands were in the wrong places. He didn't care though, he was with Dylan and that's all that mattered. He smiled into the kiss, pulling him a little closer. He didn't want to break it, didn't want to lose that feeling, the fact that he didn't feel horribly guilty about it.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan kissed him back slowly, breaking it after a moment with a frown. "I dunno wwhat I'm gonna tell Nash..." He mumbled. "I gotta still be there for him..even if not like this... I owe him that much."

He sighed out shakily, kissing Mat's neck hesitantly.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat rubbed his hip gently, hugging him tightly. "He'll understand. If he's as amazing as you make him out to be." He said quietly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. He ran his hand gently up and down his side, his fingers barely touching the shirt. He still didn't want to get his hopes up. 'What if he sees him and changes his mind? What then? Sounds like your /boyfriend/ doesn't much care for you.' The voice taunted and he tensed up, biting down on his lip.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan frowned. "I hope..." He whispered. He wanted to be with Mat, but thinking of Nash was...breaking his heart honestly. What did Nashville feel for him? How hard was he falling? Who would be there to catch him?

He felt a tear roll down his cheek and brushed it away halfheartedly, kissing Mat gently on the lips.