[OPEN] im not o-fucking-kay.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat played with his fingers, pulling on them gently. "I finally found the love of a lifetime.. A love to last my whole life through.. I finally found the love of a lifetime.. Forever in my heart, I finally found the love of a lifetime.." He mumbled, unable to find the energy to sing it.

"All those cheesy love songs we used to sing on the bus. Karaoke with Britt and everyone else.. That was fun. We found out exactly why I did backing vocals.. Because I can scream, not sing." He smiled a bit, running his fingers over the tattoos on Dylan's arm.

"Everything about me is so small compared to you.. I mean, I'm short but fuck. Stop growing." He groaned, trying to ease the tension. 'Maybe I can just make him forget..' He thought.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan smiled faintly, raising a hand to brush the tears away, "Yeah, you were always better at guitar," He mumbled softly, kissing the back of Mat's neck. "Not my fault you fell in love with me 'fore I was done," He huffed.

But without Mat, he had turned to weight training in order to take out his feelings aside from turning mean and beating on Devon. He sighed softly. So many things had changed, he wondered if it would ever all be okay, watched Mat run his fingers over the tattoos.

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Mat chewed on his lip, realizing just how many times Dylan had his name on him. He ran his hand over his arm, thinking of all the nights he he had done the same thing, feeling a desperate need to get closer to Dylan.

"Well, Britt was never any good at anything." He said sarcastically. He would never admit he envied Britt's voice. The boy had a beautiful voice when he actually sang. He took in a deep breath, his hand finding it's way to the back of his neck. He pulled him down, pressing his lips to Dylan's.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"Jealous?" He mumbled, focused on the hand trailing up and down his arm. Hours and hours on the table getting that name laced into every single tattoo on his body. Over his heart especially. He grunted as he was pulled down and kissed, hesitant as his thoughts were scrambled.

He kissed back gentle and slow, pinning Mat to the stage. Soon enough he grew desperate, missed this so much. He drew in a swift breath, tongue sliding into Mat's mouth.

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Mat moaned into his mouth, arching his back up against him. He couldn't help realizing how much things had changed, yet stayed the same. He had never been able to break Dylan's pins. And now he knew he couldn't for a fact. He bent his knees around him, his tongue running over Dylan's slowly. He moved his wrists, slipping his fingers between Dylan's. He pulled away for a second to flip his bangs out of his face before he kissed him again, leaning up as far as he could. He bit his lip gently, pulling Dylan's face back down close to his. He kissed him deeper this time, a whimper escaping his mouth.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan groaned faintly, kissing him longingly. Allowing the fact that he was an incubus take over the past three years, things had changed drastically. And yet with Mat, it was nothing he had experienced since his death. Butterflies twisted his stomach as he bent down over him.

When Mat took his hands, he pressed the backs of them to the stage above their heads, pressing down as close at he could get.

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"Oh.." Mat moaned, arching his back up again. He kissed sloppily along Dylan's jaw, his stomach doing flips. He squeezed his hands, wrapping his legs slowly around him. 'Three years..' He thought, kissing just below his ear before he found his lips again, kissing him deeply. He draped one leg lazily over him, the other wrapped tight.

[dylan flambyte parker]

A stangled moan managed to pass Dylan's lips, thrusting tauntingly against him. Everything about him was needy now. He tightened his legs around Mat's hips, tongue curling over his teeth desperately.

"Mhph.." He mumbled, scooting up some more.

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Mat groaned, arching his hips up against him. He was suddenly aware that they both had on entirely too many clothes, that he wanted Dylan more than he had probably ever wanted him before. He moaned, rocking his hips slowly.

"Three years is a.. really fucking long time without you.." Mat complained, arching his back. He pressed his hands up against Dylan's, kissing the corner of his mouth before he pulled him in for another deep kiss.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"I know.." Dylan huffed, meeting the kiss. He let go of one of Mat's hands, as usual taking them both in one of his, pulling his tie free and undoing his shirt, running hus hand over his chest.

He pulled his phone from his pocket out of the way, sliding it across the stage before pinning Mat back down again.