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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 23, 2011 19:30:18 GMT -5
Dallon beamed back up at him. "I just so happen to be waiting for an important phone call." Dallon jabbed his knee up into Ian's bunk purposely. He went back to staring at his phone. It had been a couple days... He ignored the worry in his gut. He turned his attention to Ian again. "Growing boys need their rest," Dallon teased. "Unless you feel like jogging. You consumed more sugar than needed today." Dallon dropped the subject, it was his fault afterall. He absentmindedly opened and closed his phone. "If this were America we could go mini golfing right about now.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 23, 2011 21:16:29 GMT -5
"Why don't you call your lady first?" Ian asked. It would solve the waiting problem, wouldn't it? "Hey!" he laughed as the bunk moved. "Wait- they don't have mini-golf in England? Well, shit. What about bowling?" he asked. Screw it. He hopped out of bed and went to search for some pants. He wasn't about to go for a walk in his boxers, that was for sure. "I'm just gonna walk around for a little bit, okay? Don't let Zack freak. He, uh, tends to worry too much. You know how he is. We're like his kids." Ian tugged on a pair of worn jeans and ran a hand through his hair. It was late. It's not like anyone was going to see him. And he wasn't Brendon or Spencer, so what did it matter?
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 23, 2011 22:31:11 GMT -5
Dallon let his eyes creep onto Ian. God he was a pervert. He licked his lips. Ian was totally at fault as well, his skin showed up in the dark. It was easy to make out his profile in the dark, his curly hair sticking out every which way. "I think I'll come too," He slid out in sleep pants that hugged his waist loosely. " I'm going to go stir-crazy." He changed a few feet away from Ian figuring it was too dark to be uncomfortable. He wrote a note and stuck it on the fridge. "You know there will probably be no where open at 2 right?" He looked back at Ian before he got off the bus.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 24, 2011 2:30:01 GMT -5
Ian kept his eyes on his feet as Dallon changed. Don't stare don't stare don't stare don't- Ian glanced, catching his shirtless torso before he pulled the shirt over his head. He swallowed. It wasn't fair. "Yeah, I know. I just wanna take a walk. Maybe it'll tire me out enough to sleep, ya know?" Ian let Dallon walk out first and he tried to close the van door as quietly as possible, making sure it was unlocked for when they returned. He walked close to Dallon without touching, shoving his hands into his pockets. Probably should've remembered to bring a jacket. He forgot that England was colder than California.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 24, 2011 10:36:51 GMT -5
Dallon glanced nervously at Ian. He was slightly shivering which almost intoxicatingly cute. Criminaly cute. That's when it kind of just happened. He couldn't tell you what he was thinking at all during this time. He just realized too late he might have latched his lips to Ian's. It was a strong kiss. The way their teeth clacked when Dallon bent over to bring Ian closer. Ian's stubble rubbed Dallon the wrong way at first, but he grew fond of the completely different sensation. Ian's actual lips were soft. He clutched his hands in Ian's hair as his breathing became more ragid and panicked. He broke the kiss and stared in horror at Ian. "I'm so sorry," He whispered hoarsely. His phone went off with a text to make matters worse. He'd actually been so preoccupied with Ian he'd forgotten about his wife He turned an ran. The wrong direction at first quickly changing directions. He didn't stop running until he had drawn the curtain and hidden himself in his bunk. He was shaking and sweaty now. He hid his phone from his sight and clutched onto the covers, just trying to steady his panting. The thing that scared him most of all was the fact he wanted more.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 24, 2011 11:56:21 GMT -5
Ian's heart was beating like a drum. He felt as if it might break through his skin. He put a hand to his lips, still tingling from the passionate kiss. It happened. It just happened. Dallon's hands in his hair, Ian grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer. Frantic panting and quick hands and Dallon had kissed him. Ian's face was a bright red; a deep blush he thought might be permanent. Should he go back too? The look on Dallon's face though...and the way his voice shook as he apologised. Ian felt guilty. He'd wanted it so badly, but now that it happened he knew it would never happen again, shouldn't happen again. Dallon was married. He had kids for god's sake. Ian didn't want to pretend like it never happened, but what else was he to do? Brendon and Spencer couldn't find out about it. They loved Breezy. So did Ian for that matter. She was wonderful and her and Dallon were so in love... He meandered around the couple of dark blocks around where the van was, almost getting lost. He found his way back around 3, carefully climbing into his bunk and pulling the curtain shut. He curled up on his side and tried very hard not to think about Dallon on the lower bed.
The next day, Ian let himself sleep in. Brendon worried, asking if he was okay when it hit 11 a.m. and he was still laying down. "Yeah, man. Just tired. Couldn't sleep well. I'll be up soon, okay?" he'd tried to reassure Brendon, voice sounding flat. Apparently Dallon had gotten up earlier and went somewhere. Ian didn't ask for details. Probably called Breezy back. It wasn't any of his business.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 24, 2011 12:25:40 GMT -5
Dallon didn't ever really fall asleep. He layed on his stomach to avoid looking up at Ian's bunk. He rolled out of bed when it was a "resonable" time. It was 6. Even though he and Brendon had just restocked the place, he insisted on leaving brushing Brendon off when he tried to come along. He finally checked his messages. 'Sorry I couldn't call, your kids are acting up.' That's all it said. No 'I know what you dids' just a simple apology. He should be apologizing He put his head down on the table as the waitress refilled his coffee. He had to go back. He just couldn't disappear. Part of him seriously contemplated it. The other part wanted to see Ian again. He wanted Ian He got up and paid his check. He hurried back to the bus, suddenly getting cold feet. "Hey Dall, I've got an interv-" "Can I come?" he blurted out cutting Brendon off. Brendon smiled wildly, Dallon never wanted to do interviews. The two walked away Brendon rambling on about something. 'Sorry Ian'
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 25, 2011 2:38:28 GMT -5
"Apparently Dallon went to the interview with Bren. Weird," Spencer announced, walking back into the van. He was going to go with Brendon, but hey, one less interview. He didn't look like he was going to complain. "Dallon was acting funny this morning. I wonder what's up. Think it's something with Breezy? Must be hard to tour so far from your family." Ian didn't reply. He just stared at the ceiling of his bunk space. "You okay, man?" Spencer eyed him suspiciously. "Yeah. Tired. Couldn't sleep, remember?" Spencer gave him the same curious look for another moment before going into the kitchenette to make some coffee. Ian rolled over and closed his eyes. His heart hurt from secrets.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 25, 2011 5:42:55 GMT -5
"You guys!" Brendon announced slamming the door open. "I said I'd like to sleep with Dallon in my interview!" Brendon was extremely proud of himself. He proceeded to give a play by play account. "Where is Dallon?" Spencer asked. "He's super pissed about it!" He snickered.
Dallon stood on his heels outside. He was actually generally amused. He was just beyond terrified. He gulped down his fear. "Hey I need Ian," He said poking his head in. He had to talk about it, Ian at least deserved that much.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 25, 2011 13:57:58 GMT -5
Spencer rolled his eyes and laughed. "Of course you would, Bren." Brendon sat down at the little table and told the whole story while Spencer sipped at his coffee. Ian's stomach flipped. He didn't really want to talk about it. But at the same time, it was the only thing he wanted to talk about. He rolled out of bed, trying to act like his heart wasn't going to jump out of his chest from nerves. Like it was no big deal. "Sure," he said, trying to sound nonchalant about it. His anxious eyes probably gave it away. Brendon was too busy to notice. But the curious look was back on Spencer's face. Oh god, he knew, didn't he? But how? Was his crush that obvious? Probably.
He walked out, hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets, forcing himself not to look into Dallon's eyes. His gaze found his feet as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I...um...so last night..." he stuttered, not knowing what to say. Would apologising make any sense? ...he hadn't really done anything. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have kissed you back you're married and have kids and it was stupid we can just pretend it never happened if you'd like," Ian said all too quickly, flustered. His eyes met Dallon's and he fought the urge to grab him and kiss him again. I don't know if I can do this anymore. It's too hard, he thought, clenching his fists.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 25, 2011 18:27:50 GMT -5
Dallon nodded in consideration at Ian's words. "Okay, I've thought about this a lot. a lot and I don't want to forget. Not now not ever." He held Ian's gaze for the longest time. "Listen, it was not at all your fault; it was a hundred percent mine. And, I wanted it." He looked down at the ground. "I still want it. I've wanted it for awhile and it looks like I'll keep wanting it. If you want to forget about it, that's fine, really really fine. I can't and I won't." He paused to rake a breath. He was kind of running this all together. "You probably think I'm a shit person too. Scum of the earth or something, but its not like I didn't mean the kiss. It was wrong of me to do so. And I've done wrong by my family, but that doesn't change the fact that it happened." He finally shut up and looked back up to Ian. "Please don't beat yourself up over my mistake." He whispered. "Please."
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 25, 2011 19:33:42 GMT -5
"I don't want to forget. I really don't. And I never will," Ian said in a stronger voice, looking Dallon in the eyes. He searched his face. He looked tired- and not just physically. Ian wanted to tell Dallon everything. Just to let everything out into the air. But the kiss alone pained him. Ian couldn't tell him exactly how he felt. Not when this was hard enough. It'd be easier just to leave the band. Leaving would be the simple solution...but Ian loved being in Panic! and performing with Brendon and Spencer. They were his friends. "I've wanted to kiss you...since....practically the first day we met," he let out a sigh before continuing, looking away from Dallon's face. Anywhere but his face. "I'm going to keep wanting it. I don't know what to do. I can't just stop lo-" he broke himself off. I can't just stop loving you. That was a dangerous thought. Love. He had to stop his heart from putting words in his mouth before his brain could process. Thank god he caught himself. Though it was a syllable late. Maybe Dallon wouldn't notice that. "-liking you. Look, it was just...an impulse. I know." The word 'mistake' floated between them. Ian knew it was a mistake, but hearing that word explaining a kiss that made his stomach flutter hurt a little. He couldn't help it.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 25, 2011 21:29:03 GMT -5
"I have to disagree," Dallon spoke up with a new found bravery. "If it were just an impulse, I wouldn't want to do it again." He smiled shyly to himself. "I want to." "I like you too you know," He sighed snapping back to reality. 'Married' he reminded himself. "A lot, from before I met you, back when you still played in The Cab." Dallon found his eyes again. "So we both like each other?" he grinned. "That makes me happiest I've been in weeks. Possibly months." He took a step closer to Ian pleased to just be in his presence again. "How about we just... Let things happen? Like no forcing or pressure or stopping only going?"
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 25, 2011 22:45:49 GMT -5
Ian imagined making-out with Dallon and taking off his shirt and- no, no. He shook his head. Couldn't go there. The back of his mind didn't hesitate to bring Breezy up. He'd tried not to think about Dallon's kids. That was the worst. It was bad enough feeling guilty about sneaking behind Breezy's back. But he couldn't help himself, and took a small step towards Dallon. 'Like' is kind of an understatement at this point. But he kept that thought to himself. "I'd like that. Probably more than I should." Ian felt very wrong about it. But he just wanted Dallon so much it almost physically hurt. It was just going to be for the tour, and he knew it. And a small part of him was okay with knowing that. It was better than nothing. He stepped forward and curled his fingers into the hem of Dallon's t-shirt, stopping himself from leaning up to kiss him. "Wait- what if Brendon found out? Or Spencer? I think Spencer knows I like you. And even if he doesn't, he's smart. And observant. He'd figure it out." Ian felt his pulse race. The nerves were back, worse this time.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 25, 2011 23:19:13 GMT -5
Dallon tore his eyes away from Ian's lips. so close "Ian," Dallon calmly whispered. "They're busy. They are our friends, it's not like they can hold anything against us." He noticed Ian's hand on his shirt. He gulped, but shook his lust away. He placed a small timid kiss on Ian's forehead. "It's going to be okay." It's not okay you are cheating on your wife He shoved his worry away, he'd rather focus on Ian's feelings. He held Ian close to him, he stroked his back carefully. "So, do you want to do something like on a date?" Dallon realized how stupid that sounded. "will you go out with me tonight? Worry free date?"
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