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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 19, 2011 19:15:50 GMT -5
"I'm always worried about you babe," Dallon muttered under a kiss. his fingers gripped onto William's for dear life. He was holding onto his existence. He knew that without Bill to give in he had nothing but his cold, heartless self.
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Post by William Beckett on May 20, 2011 1:27:18 GMT -5
William was never good at self control. He used to think that it made everything okay. Dallon was teaching him. It made sense, right? Tonight was no exception. His lips met Dallon's, his hands began to wonder. He'd been won over by that slight show affection.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 20, 2011 7:57:03 GMT -5
Dallon ran his fingers through William's hair. He began to slowly kiss his neck, trying not to anger him again.
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Post by William Beckett on May 21, 2011 8:23:33 GMT -5
"You make it so hard to hate you," William told him, but he still couldn't hold himself back.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 21, 2011 9:36:20 GMT -5
"That's a marshmallow covered razorblade of s statement baby." Dallon was happy to hear he wasn't hated, but he knew it was wrong. At least he and Bill could be fucked up together.
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Post by William Beckett on May 21, 2011 10:36:11 GMT -5
William's lips were pressed against his again. His hands were beginning to wander. Then suddenly, William caught himself stressing again. He pulled his hands away without warning.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 21, 2011 11:09:44 GMT -5
"Babe?" Dallon asked carefully. He didn't want to get kneed in the crotch again, but he needed to know what was wrong.
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Post by William Beckett on May 21, 2011 11:20:15 GMT -5
William shook his head, kissed him again. How could he say that this was the way he always felt? Like any move was going to set him off again?
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 21, 2011 12:50:06 GMT -5
Dallon shoved his worry into his gut and kissed William deeper. He always appreciated the quiet moments like this, even if the only way they could both be quiet was if they used each others tongues to shut each other up.
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Post by William Beckett on May 22, 2011 5:10:39 GMT -5
William's deep seeded fear kept him, as usual, from trying to go for more. He knew Dallon would end up wanting it anyway. William would end up bruised and tired in the morning.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 22, 2011 5:14:32 GMT -5
-- Dallon slept soundly next to William. He had his fingers laced with William's. Dallon always slept good after sex. Today's just was better, maybe the prospect of Bill fighting back turned Dallon on more.
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Post by William Beckett on May 22, 2011 5:26:16 GMT -5
William laid awake all night. Every breath, every step, it felt as if it would wake him. Felt as if it would set it all off again. He felt dirty, bruised, weak. The way he'd felt when he'd first woken up to it all, months before. The way he was going to feel forever more.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 22, 2011 5:32:31 GMT -5
Dallon finally woke up. "You awake Bill?" he asked while yawning. He was getting kind of hungry and would probably hit William up for food.
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Post by William Beckett on May 22, 2011 5:47:29 GMT -5
"Yeah," William's voice had faded back to his usual whisper today.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 22, 2011 5:56:07 GMT -5
"Want to eat babe?" Dallon asked sitting up and stretching.
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