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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 26, 2011 18:58:47 GMT -5
Ian wasn't sure Dallon was right about the guys. Spencer for sure wouldn't approve of the affair. He wouldn't tell on them, but...still. Brendon on the other hand, Ian wasn't sure about. He was super into all the stage stuff, but he knew it wasn't real and he knew that Breezy approved of that. This was different. This was real. "Maybe we should just...keep it to ourselves for a while," he mumbled into Dallon's chest, moving into his embrace. He smiled, biting his lip so he wouldn't be grinning stupidly. "Yeah. Of course I'll go out with you," he laughed, pulling away slowly. Not even 30 seconds after he stepped back did Zack open the van door. "Gotta get this show on the road, guys. Time to get to our next city."
Ian texted Dallon from the top bunk while they were moving. Nothing serious, just jokes and bad pick-up lines and smiley faces. Brendon noticed and turned to Spencer. "Why don't you ever text me from your bunk? I thought we had something special! Spencer James Smith, you are the worst best friend I've ever had. I'm going to replace you with Ian. Hey, Ian! Wanna be my new best friend?" 'I thought we were already best friends, bro' he typed quickly, sending it in response. "Ian? Ian? Don't ignore me, you ass- oh, awesome" he laughed as he checked his phone.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 26, 2011 19:43:47 GMT -5
Dallon grinned and held in his laughter with each text. He didn't have anything else to do besides FaceTime Zack. So ge texted back immediately. Ian still texted with inhuman speed. Maybe it was his age. Brendon fussed to Spencer. He did that a lot. "Brendon get your own best friend," Dallon teased. "Ian loves me, you love me," Brendon retorted. "And soon all of Germany will love me!" Dallon sighed. 'I wonder if the bus is big enough for his ego? ' he texted. "if you are texting about me, I hope it's about how sexy I am." Spencer snorted. "If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on baby get it on!" Brendon began singing obnoxiously. Spencer and Dallon drew their curtains with a groan. 'Tonight, we are going to go out as a group, ritual and all, but tomorrow I've got dibs on you.' He smiled to himself.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 28, 2011 3:15:06 GMT -5
'There aren't enough buses in the world for his ego' he typed quickly, stifling a laugh. Ian pulled his curtain shut as well, blushing at the last text. 'I'm all yours' he sent, feeling stupid. "Fine then, shut me out! All three of you! It's okay, I still have Zack. He loves me, right Zack?" Brendon went to the front of the bus to sit in the passenger seat, keeping their bodyguard company as he drove. Zack was used to the antics of the band though. He got a good kick out of them. They were lucky. 'Have any special plans for tomorrow, romeo?' he asked, smiling at his phone. He could hear Dallon's vibrate in the bunk below when he received texts. It was oddly comforting. But Dallon had an easygoing attitude. It wasn't difficult to feel good in his presence.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 28, 2011 10:02:36 GMT -5
'A little of this a little of that' Dallon texted. 'Im going to woo you so hard ;*' He closed his phone and drummed across the top of it. He had sent a guilty message to Breezy around 2 hours ago, but his inbox was all Ian. He liked it that way. He felt childishly happy. Like nothing could brung him down. The vibrations and soft giggles were all Dallon heard. (Well besides Brendo, but you always heard him so he no longer counts.) Dallon wondered how Ian hadn't run out of things to say. It was great he was learning lots of little things about him. From how he'd always wanted a chinchilla to how much he missed Skywalker. It was all light hearted smalltalk and Dallon adored it almost as much as Ian himself. 'I don't think it's weird or anything to have cried when you got your Les Paul. I cried when I heard 'Second Boys' on the radio' He quickly sent another text. 'Oh god please don't drop that around Brendon!' The bus eventually pulled into the next city. Brendon was already going on about their group dinner. Dallon honestly just wanted to explore. He had a makeshift date to plan, after all.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 29, 2011 0:03:12 GMT -5
Brendon leaned over in his seat to yell back at the others. "I can still hear you guys back there! I'm going to check your phones later to make sure you weren't sexting! Naked pics aren't allowed to be taken if I can't see them!" Ian shook his head and laughed. Even though Brendon was a little obnoxious, he still thought he was funny. There was so much Ian didn't know about Dallon; he wanted to learn everything. A part of him felt like he was being obnoxious with all the texts, but he couldn't stop himself. Every received text sent the butterflies in his stomach whirling. Ian couldn't imagine Dallon crying, and tried not to otherwise he'd have to jump out of his bunk to hug him. And wouldn't Brendon just love that. 'your secret's safe with me~' He learned that Dallon's favorite ice cream flavor was mint chocolate chip and that when he was younger he loved giraffes so much that he tried to climb over the fence at the zoo to ride on one's back. The guards had to run after him before he reached the animal and it took two of them to drag him away. Ian tried to imagine a younger Dallon, unsuccessfully. "I feel like chinese food!" Brendon announced. "Wait- do they have chinese food here? Shit."
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 29, 2011 0:38:30 GMT -5
Dallon texted away. He'd grown so used to the buzz that if a text took abnormally long to reach him his pulse quickened. "Dude, we are in Germany. That means German food," Dallon said poking his head out of the curtains. "Also, dude, don't walk like a nazi. You will get arrested," Spencer warned. "That's an urban legend," Brendon snorted. Dallon returned to his own little world. 'Hamburgers are German food. I always thought they were American. All we have are hot dogs' He found himself struggling to come up with more to say. They'd been texting over 3 hours. He did much better talking in person. "All right! Everyone! Guys!" Brendo had decided they were eating like now. Dallon rolled out of his bunk still bumping his head. He had to chew on the insides of his cheeks to keep from exploding into a bright grin when he finally saw Ian again. He had a pink mark from the side of his face he was laying on. "Dallon!" Brendon pouted louder. "Yeah?" Dallon asked dazed. "What about food?" Brendon repeated for the unknownth time. "Whatevers fine by me. Let the youngest choose."
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 29, 2011 16:02:41 GMT -5
Ian pushed open the curtain but waited for Dallon to emerge first so he wouldn't accidentally kick him in the back of the head (which had, to Ian's infinite dismay, already happened a few times). He tried not to grin, but the action of holding back the stupid smile just looked awkward. "...wait, WHAT?" Ian said, obviously being the youngest. "How about letting the oldest choose, maturity and experience and all that," he retorted with a smirk. "How about we just find some food?" Spencer said, being the voice of reason. Ian nodded. Brendon shrugged, pushing Spencer outside first, following him close behind. "But it's on your head if we go to some really freakin' weird restaurant where we have to eat dogs or some shit." "Hey," Ian smiled at Dallon when they had a moment alone on the bus. It didn't last long though before they had to leave. Spencer ended up finding them a couple fast-food chains with meals that weren't overtly strange. Brendon closed his eyes and pointed to one.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 29, 2011 17:20:32 GMT -5
Dallon was a master of accents. He was entertaining the group with them today. Brendon would often mimic them as well. It got annoying pretty fast, judging by Spencer's face. "I feel like we are slapping this country in the face by not eating it's cuisine," Dallon sighed. "I feel like we are slapping this country in the face by doing stupid accents," Spencer retorted. "Meow," Brendon obnoxiously added. Everyonce in a while the tensions rose between the band. It was probably the fact they hadn't gotten any breaks from each other yet. "Okay, so I'm ready to order," Dallon said awkwardly. He didn't like them not getting along, but he was mostly just glad Ian and him got along so well. He gave Ian a small smile just quick enough for him to see. He didn't want to draw any attention to himself and Ian because it would make Ian uncomfortable. He didn't want that at all.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Aug 29, 2011 18:17:35 GMT -5
"Don't we get to stay in a hotel tonight?" Ian asked to break the tension. He gave Dallon a small smile, looking down quickly when their eyes broke contact. "Yup," Zack confirmed, still looking at the menu, deciding between two things. Guess that was the end of that conversation. At least Ian tried. He hated the tension. It made his skin itch. "I'm gonna go order, I guess," he said lightly, leaving their table. He ordered a burger off the menu, but because he didn't know german, had no clue what was going to be on it. 'A new food adventure', he told himself, hoping it wouldn't be bad. He handed the right amount of money over the counter. "Uh, danke!" he said in a poor accent. The girl behind the counter just smiled. "Ugh, why didn't I look at that english-german dictionary, I probably just butchered their language trying to order a burger," he complained, sitting back down after Spencer got up to go to the counter.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Aug 30, 2011 8:51:27 GMT -5
"You don't have that dictionary app thing?" Dallon asked. "You should download it dude." Dallon got up to order with Spencer while Brendon downloaded the app. "He's too smart to be in a band sometimes," Brendon sighed. He sat his phone down. "You aren't worried about that turning out to be Golden Retriever meat, are you?" He smirked. Dallon gave Brendon a gentle smack on the back of his head. "Go eat, quit terrorizing the masses." Brendon wandered off complainig about favoritism. The rest of their meal went by uneventful. Brendon was singing a song he'd made up about hotel nights as Zack signed them in. "Okay pair off," Zack said sitting the keys on the counter. "Well, I'd ask Dallon, but he is just enamored with Ian today. Don't want to interrupt that lovefest." Brendon huffs to Spencer. Dallon rolled his eyes. "We are going to have a love fest all right." "HE ADMITS IT!" Brendon exclaimed childishly. "Sarcasm Bren," Spencer looks exasperated. Dallon carried his things into their room and sits them on a chair in the corner before he flopped down on his bed. "So, hey," He grins over at Ian. He's actually nervous about being all alone with Ian all of a sudden. They had to share a bed first night of tour, and somehow that wasn't nearly as awkward as this right now.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Sept 1, 2011 2:45:26 GMT -5
Ian was excited and anxious and happy and terrified. He was about to stay in a hotel room with Dallon. Just Dallon. Not Dallon and Brendon and Spencer and Zack. Dallon alone. He was about to burst from joy. ...and kind of felt like he was going to puke from nerves.
He threw his bag into the closet and jumped onto the bed, sitting with his legs crossed, facing Dallon. "Hey," he said, smiling.
The first night of the tour they got to stay in a hotel, Brendon opted to share with Spencer. (Sometimes Ian wondered if there was anything between them. Brendon showed Spencer a lot of attention off-stage. But then again, he was just that kind of person.) He had shared a room with Dallon. At that point his attraction to the man hadn't escalated to his current feelings, so it had only been mildly awkward. Sharing a hotel room now was a whole different story. Especially when everything was out in the open between them.
Ian wasn't sure if kissing him right now would be a good time. But he was sick of restraining himself. It was about time he got something he wanted. And that something, or someone, was Dallon Weekes. He pushed himself off the bed to lean towards Dallon, slipping his hands into the man's messy brown hair. He kissed him lightly. Unlike their first, this one was sweet and slow.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 1, 2011 6:15:49 GMT -5
Dallon had to remind himself to close his eyes and breathe. 'Breathing is good' he told himself. He slipped his fingers through Ian's curls leaving his fingers at the bottom of Ian's neck. This kiss was so much less stressful. The first one had been so hurried, but now he felt like he had all the time in the world. you don't though Spencer and Brendon are just a room over... And Ian had kissed him this time. Ian had positively made the first move. He kissed deeper hoping it wasn't too fast for him. After a few more minutes of kissing and Dallon broke their lips apart. "Wow," Dallon murmured. "I can't... Just wow. Let's go with that." He closed his mouth to prevent himself from saying something idiotic, After a few deep breathes he was back for more. Pacing himself, just savoring his time with Ian.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Sept 1, 2011 21:19:59 GMT -5
In the middle of the kiss, Ian moved so he was sitting on Dallon's lap, knees on either side of Dallon's hips. It was too uncomfortable and awkward to stand. Maybe this was more awkward, but Ian didn't care. He liked the close contact too much. Dallon broke the kiss and Ian took a couple deep breaths, his heart racing so fast he thought he might die. Didn't hospitals worry when the pulse was too quick? Well, if Ian had to die, this wouldn't be the worst time to do so. At least his last moments would be with Dallon.
He pressed his forehead to Dallon's while they caught their breath. If not for the small problem of breathing, Ian would probably just kiss Dallon forever. There was nothing like it. And there was nothing in the world Ian wanted more. Everything sort of disappeared when their lips met.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 2, 2011 6:22:26 GMT -5
Dallon smiled softly at Ian. He wrapped his arms around Ian and his his face in Ian's chest. His chest rose and fell beneath Dallon's face. Their heart beats synched up and thundered in the soft atmosphere. He still hid his face in Ian's chest so Ian couldn't see his blush. He kept it hidden there for the longest time. He held Ian as close as he could. This was nice. It had been so long since he just snuggled. Was it even snuggling? Dallon felt like maybe he had just latched himself onto Ian. Whatever they called this it was nice though. "Thank you," Dallon mumbled. He wasn't sure at all why he thanked him. Did you even thank people for affection? Dallon wasn't sure, he'd thanked Breezy for the longest time, even for a little while they were engaged... Breezy. Dallon dug his nails into Ian's back. Affair within an affair? present moment one lover at a time... He scrunched up his face at that. He was really approaching this all wrong wasn't he? In the silence you could actually hear Brendon a room over. He was going off on one of his diva fits about... "Socks? Cocks? Can you understand him?" Dallon asked curiously.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Sept 9, 2011 20:09:09 GMT -5
Ian placed his cheek on top of Dallon's head. He smelt really nice. Ian always liked the way Dallon smelled. He wasn't sure if it was a cologne or just his natural scent. But it was comforting. Brendon's yelling sounded muffled through the walls. "I have no idea. But you know how Bren is. He likes to exaggerate." He wondered what would've gotten him so worked up though, especially at Spencer. Spence was always calm and collected and usually the one keeping Brendon from yelling. Maybe he was on the phone with Sarah. That was probably it. They weren't on the best terms at the moment, Ian recalled. Brendon had thrown his phone out of his bunk a couple nights previous when he'd been texting her. No one touched the abandoned phone while it was on the floor. Ian was morbidly curious, but he knew what crossed the line with Brendon so he didn't bother. Sometimes he could hear Spencer trying to talk to him about it when they stood outside the bus together. He tried not to eavesdrop. It wasn't his business.
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