Let the Music Play

[je suis gange]

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↳Ian L. Rush ↰

At the end of his limit, Ian leaned down, snaking Dylan's boxers down. Waves of emotions crashed down on him. He was scared, happy, nervous, and over all ecstatic. Nipping at Dylan's neck, Ian tired to make it enjoyable, seeing as how he had never been with a guy. When they were done, Ian rolled over, pulling Dylan into a hug.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan laid there, panting heavily. "...oh my god.....that....was incredible...." His heart was still hammering from the experience.

 

[je suis gange]

xx

↳Ian L. Rush ↰

"Just tell me, am I better than a girl?" It had bugged Ian the whole time. Knowing that somewhere, Dylan was comparing him. Again those three little words came to mind, shutting them away, he sighed.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan looked up at Ian. "Better than any female prostitute in the world...." He had a tendency of being open-minded and big-mouthed at times.

 

[je suis gange]

xx

↳Ian L. Rush ↰

Ian frowned, so he was being compared to a prostitute. Releasing Dylan and letting him go, Ian turned over, not really mad anymore, but wanting to tease Dylan into thinking he was.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan pouted when he turned away. "I'm sorry! I meant that in a good way....all the other girls that did that....it just felt okay....but you, I couldn't even think....." Dylan rolled over so he was spooning Ian. He kissed his shoulders and back softly. "I'm sorry..."

 

[je suis gange]

xx

↳Ian L. Rush ↰

Ian softly smiled, he just couldn't stay mad. Turning over, he kissed Dylan hard and rough. Pulling back, he said, "I'll forgive you, but.." Ian stopped thinking over what he was going to say next. What he wanted would be dangerous, and maybe even possible result in a little heartbreak. "...you have to tell me the three magic words. Of course only if you mean it."

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan mimicked Ian's roughness, and even nipped softly at his bottom lip. When he pulled away, Dylan's eyes grew slightly wider at his words. ".......I love you?" He immediately sat up. "B-but I just came out-" He looked at the clock to see it 5:13. "....wow...."

 

[je suis gange]

xx

↳Ian L. Rush ↰

Hearing them made Ian happy, though knowing Dylan didn't mean them, made him slightly bitter. Casting aside his feelings, Ian bumped his head on Dylan's, shaking his head. I should probably say I was kidding, but...I want to hear them, and I want them to mean something. Ian looked at Dylan, a slight frown on his face and said, "I was just kidding silly."

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan sighed. "I think it's too early to say that.... I mean, I barely tell my parents I love them anymore..." He scratched his head, then smoothed out his hair. Giving Ian a kiss, he sat up and grabbed his guitar.

 

[je suis gange]

xx

↳Ian L. Rush ↰

At the mention of parents, Ian swore under his breath. "Not trying to be rude, but I should get home. My dad, h-he might be there." Ian could feel tears coming, so much for his romance, though he could understand why Dylan would want to wait. Really, I only do that kind of stuff with people I love. Getting up, Ian collected his clothes, dressing quickly, thinking of how to get home from where he was.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan popped a guitar string. "Leaving...?" He felt the sinking feeling all throughout his body. Setting the guitar down, he stood in front of Ian. "Does your Dad hate you for being gay?" His brow furrowed with deep concern.

 

[je suis gange]

xx

↳Ian L. Rush ↰

"That doesn't concern you." Ian snapped, not meaning to. How was he supposed to tell Dylan? Ian couldn't make it sink into his mind. Closing his eyes, his mind brought up the day his mother left, the day everything came to an end. Opening his eyes, he felt trapped, like something was holding him down. Running out of Dylan's room and out the door, he slid on his shoes.

 

[The Galactic Panda]

DJ Dylan


Dylan shuddered when he yelled at him. He reached out for him, but Ian ran away before he could react. Sighing heavily, he sat down on his bed, fixed his strings, and began to play Remembering Sunday

 

[je suis gange]

xx

↳Ian L. Rush ↰

All the way home, Ian yelled at himself. That outburst had always ended his past relationships, before he even had a chance to tell them he loved them. Opening his front door, he was met with a cold front, meaning only one thing, his father was home. Instantly, he wanted to go back to Dylan's to curl up under the blankets, and feel safe once again. But, of course, all good things must come to an end.