[CLOSED] making love instead of misery.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc got out of his car with a sigh. The feeling was all too familiar- that dreaded I'm-bringing-my-pet-to-be-put-down feeling. You know you're gonna feel bad later, and you feel bad now, and the entire affair just seems so final. He put his keys under the front bumper of his car, expecting to be beaten later. He stood up, waiting for Dyson. He slipped his good hand into his pocket, tapping the fingers of his broken wrist against his leg.

"You think this is how the Jews felt walking into those camps?" He asked, reaching up to push his dark hair out of his eyes. He pushed open the doors, almost bumping into someone. "Sorry.." He mumbled. He looked around, reaching over to fix the cuff on his pink button down shirt. 'I really don't want to be here.. I just want to go home..' He thought, smiling at someone who waved to him.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson bit his lip as he walked with him. "I told you we didn't have to come, Luc... I told you when I first asked you.." He fixed his black tux, had always gone to dances with girls for the simple matter of hiding that he had no sexual interest towards them at all. Tonight was different. "I...don't want to hide the person I love the rest of my life Luc.. But that doesn't mean I want you hating your last high school dance.. I-...if you don't want to do this, you can avoid me..or whatever, like usual.." He was worried too. About being given crap the next week or two of school, about his boss finding out. He'd been far less harmed recently, the guy respectful enough to let him mourn. It had only been a week since his sister died. He bit down hard on his lip at the thought.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"I hate every school dance.. But you wanted this and I'm giving you this. Even if this damn monkey vest is a pain in my ass." He grumbled, fixing the white vest he had on. Nevada had gotten him ready, but he wasn't acting like himself. He was silent and hadn't said much more than 'yeah, you look fine'. He looked back, gently pulling Dyson's lip from beneath his teeth. "You're gonna get blood on your jacket, Dyson.." He mumbled, looking up at him.

"You look really handsome tonight." He said with a smile, gently stroking his cheek. "Do you want something to drink? You don't need to be nervous when you have do dance with whoever they choose as prom queen."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson wiped at his lip absently. "I'm not nervous," He complained. Lie number one.
He tilted his head against the touch for a moment, thoughtful. Then he kissed his forehead. "You're quite handsome yourself.. Now how about that drink?"

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"If you trust they haven't spiked the punch." He said with a smile. He could only come back with one drink, unable to hold anything in his casted hand. So he got Dyson's drink, taking a sip out of it before handing it to him. "I never did like fruity punch. It was always too fruity." He mumbled, watching some of the football players come in with their cheerleaders in skimpy dresses. "I've got more fabric in my boxers." He said with a roll of the eyes, putting his good hand into his pocket.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson smiled, taking a sip. "Yeah?" He watched them come in as well, scoffed. "Probably do." He watched them warily, caught one of the football players eyes and smirked. But it was just Tyler, who waved with a crooked grin, some girl clinging to him who he was clearly ignoring. Dyson waved back halfheartedly, focusing on his drink.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"I think we're the only actual couple here. Which is strange because we're the only ones who know that." He said, pulling a flier out of his pocket. He tossed it to the trash, not really interested in senior pictures.

"You two look nice." Someone said, and Luc looked up to see their Irish ROTC instructor standing there, clad in his dress uniform.

"Yeah. For now." Luc said, rolling his eyes.

"Just don't get blood on your shirt. It's very nice." Clae teased, then walked away as a slow song started and Luc lowered his head.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson bit his lip, shrugging. He watched the instructor pass, still hadn't told Luc about literally needing stitches, the incident in the locket room. He watched him walk past, bit his lip again. Eyeing the other couples; ironically all straight as far as he could see, he touched Luc's cheek gently, gazed down at him. "I'm not gonna let you get hurt, Lucas..." He leaned down, kissed him softly.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc blushed at the touch, biting his lip. "I know you aren't.." He said quietly, bringing his hand up to the back of Dyson's neck. He met the kiss gently, slowly tracing his fingers over the skin of his neck. Clae came and tapped him on the shoulder, a guitar in his hand.

"I broke my wrist. I kinda can't play.." Luc mumbled, but reached out for it anyways. "I'll be back. They asked me to play.." He mumbled, slipping the guitar strap around his neck. He strummed in, then gently pulled Dyson's face to his, kissing him softly. He climbed up on the stage, praying the football players didn't say anything. He adjusted the mic, then started to strum the guitar. He bit his lip, looking down at the guitar before he looked over at Dyson.

"There's so many things that I could say.. But I'm sure it would come out all wrong.. You've got something that I can't explain. Still I try and try and let you know. The first summer we spent, one will never forget, looking for any kind of reason to escape all the mess that we thought was what made us. Ain't it funny now, we can see we're who we're meant to be... You still have all of my- You still have all of my- You still have all of my heart.."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson met the kisses softly, and without any shame. He didn't care anymore, no matter the trouble it was going to get him in. He watched him go, smiling as Luc looked over at him. He kept close to the stage, glancing around quietly at the others. He worked his jaw some, then gazed affectionately back at Lucas again.