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Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Julian had endured a beating by Dylan before, but never with kicks like this. It was always shoves or smacks, fists even. His boyfriend must have been really angry. The boy had curled up on the floor, in an attempt to keep the damage as little as possible. He swallowed and finally pulled himself into a sitting position slowly. It took a second for him to suck the blood from his lip. He'd hit it on the ground when he'd been shoved down. Those green eyes had tears in them now. Tears of pain, and probably anger. Dylan... He straightened himself as best he could, those wide emerald pools looking up to Dylan hopefully. I'm sorry... Please baby. The apologies were not even thought of anymore. They sliped from his lips without him figurng out if what they were speaking ofwas his fault. Don't make me leave... Another attempt at trying to get up failed.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Dylan refused to turn around. He did however, straighten and cross his arms tightly enough that it must have looked as if he were trying to physically hold himself together. By this point, he had convinced himself that there was another man. He didnt just suspect it. He was one hundred percent sure of it. Why dont you go run home to your mommy and daddy? He taunted walking towards the small kitchen. When they had first started dating, he remembered how Julian would speak of his mother and father. They obviously disapproved of their son. It was one of the reasons that Dylan had stayed. He didnt pity his boyfriend who wanted pity? But he had felt some sort of kinship with him. They were both given pretty crappy adults to take care of them. They both had no one else to turn to when the world turned into hell. He pulled an oh so familiar bottle out from the bottom drawer. Im sure that they would love to hear how you spent your afternoon finding someone to replace your terrible boyfriend because he wasnt good enough for you. He said the last five words with a mixture of venom and complete devastation and his almost black eyes held a look that couldn't quite be described as anger. He opened the bottle and let the amber liquid burn his throat.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Julian had to clench his bottom lip between his teeth at Dylan's words. He'd gotten it to stop bleeding, but worrying it between his teeth like that had only made it bleed again. The boy brushed some auburn hair out of his eyes, looking over to his boyfriend. How like him, drowning his sorrows like that. Avoiding the issues he had with their relationship and himself. Julian was just as bad, throwing himself into becoming obsessed with his weight. He could forget pain like that. Dylan, it's not that way. He managed to stand up shakily. There was at least one bruised rib. I don't have anyone else. I only want you. You know that. He stood at the edge of the kitchen. He really didn't want to get too close. The comments about his parents were almost unbearable though, and he looked to the ground with a little shame.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

After he had taken a few, rather generous sips, Dylan screwed back on the lid and pushed the alcohol away. He wasnt aiming to get completely wasted, and this was his best whiskey. There was no need wasting it. He looked up at Julian, despite his resolve not to. Something about the other boys appearance just made his blood boil more and he stood up without thinking. Right. He wasnt shaking with rage as he had been before, but now he was terribly rigid as he slowly walked towards Julian and stood before him, at least a few inches taller. You spend all of your time at that school and then youre an hour late so that you can take a nap? He took a breath and stilled himself as a slight wave of dizziness lapped over him. There was no way that the alcohol just now could have affected him so quickly and he remembered the drinks he had taken prior to the past hour. Why dont you tell me the damn truth? Without knowing why, Dylan reached out and slapped Julian hard. The sharp sound resounded in his ears and he made his way to the couch, burying his face in his hands.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Julian watched as his boyfriend continued to sip at the bottle. God how he just wanted to tear it away from his hands. Or take a drink of it himself. The boy swallowed and held back a sigh as the other stepped forward, putting the bottle away. The damage was already done, he knew.And there was probably nothing to stop Dylan's anger. But he couldn't admit to something he didn't do. He knew that arguing it wouldnt work either. So he decided to do neither. And then he was smacked. It was a loud resounding sound, one that stuck with him moments after. It didn't even hurt phyically. More mentally than anything. Dylan. The boy stepped over shyly, standing by the edge o the couch. I'm sorry... He murmured, letting himself slide onto his knees in front of Dylan. This was grovelling. This was hm begging for forgiveness. Please. I only want to be your. He murmured, finally managing to look up at the older. I promise. From here on. Only yours... The boy shifted. He felt uncomfortable admitting something he hadn't done.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Now that Julian wasnt denying what he had done wrong, Dylan should have been angry. At least he should have been if he was going by his own logic. But the quasi-confession visibly calmed him. His shoulder lost tension and he brought his hands away from his face. The only thing he could do was make sure that Julian wouldnt cheat again. And even through his whiskey-induced haze, he knew that they were past physical violence now. His eyes softened and a concerned frown found its way to his mouth. The words Im sorry stuck in the back of his throat, nearly choking him. It wasnt his fault. If the truth had been told in the first place, he wouldnt have lost his temper at least thats what he told himself. Julian looked so much more vulnerable than he had been moments ago and Dylan wasnt sure how it had happened so quickly. He gazed down at his boyfriend, shame welling up inside of him. He was just like his father. He looked away, suddenly sick to his stomach. Why did you make me hurt you, he asked, his voice choked and rough. You know that I dont like to hit you, but you always make me do it. He wasnt angry at Julian anymore, but at himself instead, something that happened all too often when he drank.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Before Dylan even spoke, Julian knew what he was going to say. This was a dialogue they played to all too often. The boy moved his hand out when he was sure that Dylan was no longer angry to the point that he would hit him. The hand fell n Dylan's own. I.. It was my fault. He answered shakily, then with more resolution. I shouldn't have talked back to you. Julian literally hated that. He couldn't stand to see Dylan upset with himself. He'd rather Dylan be angry wiith him than fight himself like that. I'm sorry.. Dylan. It's my fault... He pulled the other's hand to hips lips and kissed it. It was an apologetic motion. He then leaned in and attempted a sweet chaste kiss on Dylan's chheek. Julian looked a little beat up now, his sweatshirt had been lost completely and only his tight shirt was on now. His pants were shuffled about from the kicking, and he really should have pulled them up because they were dangerously low on his hips.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Dylan wished more than anything that he could correct Julian say that it wasnt his fault. Because deep down, somewhere past the anger and hurt, he knew that it wasnt. But that was one of Dylans primary faults. He couldnt look past his own problems long enough to care for those that he loved. Luckily for the other boy, drugs and alcohol let him stay calm long enough to at least fake normality. At the sight of Julians disheveled state, Dylan found his eyes wandering. Something about the way that his boyfriend looked turned him on immensely. And he definitely wasnt drunk enough to handle that yet. Finding another guy hot that was something he could handle with only a few drinks. But finding his boyfriend, who he had just completely beaten up hot that was beyond fucked up. He took Julians hand, running his fingers along the all too prominant bones underneath his knuckles. I love you, okay? He said quietly, uncomfortably, his unoccupied hand finding the others chin and tilting it slightly up towards his face. And I promise I wont hurt you again. Without giving him a chance to answer, Dylan brought his lips to Julians, the kiss as feeble as the promise. Wanna come to my room with me? I just bought some grass a few days ago. Normally he would have never offered his drugs to someone as clean as Julian, but this was make-up sharing. And he was beginning to really feel the effects of the whiskey.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Julian pressed back softly into the kiss. He let out a soft acknowledging sound, closing his eyes for the moment. If he could do that he could forget this for the moment. Forget that Dylan was upset and that it hurt when he was just shifting there. I'm sorry... He murmured again, opening his bright green eyes to look into Dylan's. Part of him thought this was a test. Did Dylar relly want him to smoke, or was he testing him? Okay... He stood up with a wince, not letting go of Dylan's hand. Let's go. He gave Dylan a smile and leaned in closer to him as they walked towards his room.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

StarlitDreams said Dylan wished more than anything that he could correct Julian say that it wasnt his fault. Because deep down, somewhere past the anger and hurt, he knew that it wasnt. But that was one of Dylans primary faults. He couldnt look past his own problems long enough to care for those that he loved. Luckily for the other boy, drugs and alcohol let him stay calm long enough to at least fake normality. At the sight of Julians disheveled state, Dylan found his eyes wandering. Something about the way that his boyfriend looked turned him on immensely. And he definitely wasnt drunk enough to handle that yet. Finding another guy hot that was something he could handle with only a few drinks. But finding his boyfriend, who he had just completely beaten up hot that was beyond fucked up. He took Julians hand, running his fingers along the all too prominant bones underneath his knuckles. I love you, okay? He said quietly, uncomfortably, his unoccupied hand finding the others chin and tilting it slightly up towards his face. And I promise I wont hurt you again. Without giving him a chance to answer, Dylan brought his lips to Julians, the kiss as feeble as the promise. Wanna come to my room with me? I just bought some grass a few days ago. Normally he would have never offered his drugs to someone as clean as Julian, but this was make-up sharing. And he was beginning to really feel the effects of the whiskey. Click to expand...
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Down the short, almost nonexistent hallway and into Dylans rather substandard room the couple went. Sometimes, it was embarrassing to let anyone look into his apartment. It was painfully small and usually not too neat. Just because he went to Duke didnt mean he was rich, but with enough loans to cause a suffocating debt, he was able to attend. Soon after he entered the room, Dylan opened a small drawer by his bedside. Inside was a variety of unknown substances. He mainly smoked and drank, but occasionally, when his friends were over, he would try something of the harder variety. Rolling one makeshift blunt, he took out his lighter and looked over towards Julian. I assume youve never smoked before? He asked, his voice laced with a sweetness that hadnt been there in quite a while. Just stay calm and follow my lead. Remember, youre completely safe. No cops live around here, and most people in this apartment are complete pot-heads. They wouldnt care or call anyone. He was sure to cover the bases that a lot of first time users were concerned about. This was enhanced with something a bit stronger than weed and Dylan was fairly sure that the Angel Dust would keep Julian calm. But he wasnt going to take any chances. I think that maybe PMs arent working for you. Or I'm being ignored. But I don't think you would do that... right? PS If you don't know what the hell Dylan is smoking and the effects I have no idea how drug savy you are XD a link follows Also, what's with the post above?
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

I'm not ignoring you! D I think my phone is freaking out. 3 Ohhh. Angel Dust. D Julian followed Dylan and when they finally arrived sat down on the bed. He was glad for the cushion that it was, having been knocked onto that floor. Mn, never before. He replied, trying to be just as sweet and unknowing. Which really he was. Sometimes he would drink with Dylan, but even that was few and far between. The boy sat forward on the bed, but triedto stay as close to Dylan as possible. You're taking my smoking virginity then? He laughed softly, but could not hide the pain in his ribs. At least he could distract them with that. Funny that he could still look seductive sucking on that bruised lip. When Dylan took the first puff he leaned forward and copied the other. Inhaling, then holding and slowly exhaling. A few coughs left him when he was finished, but the boy was already starting to feel relaxed. That's... Different. He let out a little giggle.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Seeing Julian look so relaxed made Dylan happier than any drug could. He took the first puff and exhaled slowly, showing off a bit and blowing a smoke ring. I guess you could put it that way, he said with a grin, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement and anticipation. He wasnt a light weight, but this was absolutely amazing. The tension from the day simply melted away. He knew perfectly well that his happiness was purely psychosomatic and the drug wouldnt actually take effect on him for a few minutes, but it was still exiting. As he passed the blunt to Julian, he was proud to see that his boyfriend could be this skilled his first time. He thought with just a bit of joy that perhaps he would be equally as good at blowing Dylan. As they had never had sex high before. Only drunk and that wasnt really as pleasant as it could be. Hold still and open your mouth, Dylan said, taking another two hits. Only this time, he held the last one in his mouth. Leaning over towards Julian, he passed the smoke over through a kiss that was much sweeter then his last. Not pulling away, he reached over and stroked the other boys hair, feeling for what felt like the first time, how soft and smooth it really was.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Julian smiled as Dylan blew the smoke ring. His boyfriend was so smart and talented. Julian was not great at anything. He had common sense, but he was not smart. Perhaps he made up for that in his kind attitude. Everyone that met him loved him, and maybe that was what made Dylan so deathly jealous. He laughed a little when he saw how much Dylan could smoke. The boy was already begining to feel lightheaded. Hey.... He giggled unknowingly and breathed into the kiss, bitig his bottom lip when Dylan pulled away. Mn... He purred, his hand moving up to rest on Dylan's chest. You're good at that... The boy lickedhis lips when he finally pulled away from he kiss.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Dylan laughed, not quite knowing what was so funny. Julian was just adorable. From the way that he moved to the way that he talked. And when he was high, he was twice as adorable. I love you, he said, his voice soft and sweet as honey, full of the emotion that he was so intent on expressing, Youre the most beautiful person Ive ever met. Each pause was filled with a soft kiss. Maybe this was stronger than he had thought. Yet, immediately after that thought had crossed his mind, it left and he took another few drags, passing most of the smoke over to Julian through more kisses. It didnt register that perhaps the small, inexperienced boy couldnt take this much. His mind spun and his hands somehow found the other boys ribcage. His hands explored the prominent structure before travelling down towards his stomach and then his hips. His lips meanwhile travelled from Julians lips to his neck, leaving a trail of small love bites. By this point, he had discarded the blunt, having taken in more than even he, a seasoned expert when it came to drugs, could take. I love you, he repeated, feeling as if it were the first time he had ever said those words.
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Julian could hardly handle the weed. And that was why he was laughing and giggling as much as he was. The boy leaned in close to Dylan, pressing eagerly into the little kisses. Julian was feeling more and more affectionate with each breath that Dylan gave him. Mn... He let out a little purr, his green eyes locking with his boyfriend's. God, Dylan was hot. Did he know that? Really, his boyfriend was very alpha. He was larger than Julian, aggressive... Everything he could want. I love you too... He murmured, letting out a softsound when he felt those fingers press against his thin ribcage. It was bruising now, from the kicks. Dylan... You're too sweet... In only a moment he tilted his head to the side, letting out a pleased mewl. The boy shifted, feeling the hands move down him. Almost instantly Julian's mind went to his weight. Was Dylan okay with him? Or was he too heavy? The boy paused, looking down to Dylan. Am I.. Am I okay?
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Dylans hands traveled further down. He loved the smooth feel of Julians skin, the almost female way that his hipbones rose and fell, how small his waist was small enough for Dylan to pull his jeans down without even having to unbutton them. Youre perfect, He muttered in response to Julians question. He felt as if he were dreaming the world was going so slowly. Everything was perfect. From the silky sort feeling of his boyfriends skin, to how the bed seemed to almost swallow the two. At least thats what it felt like. The bed was big and soft and the two boys just sunk into it. Soon, they would be part of the bed. But that would be okay. Dylan laughed at the thought as he began to undress himself and Julian. Are you warm enough? He asked softly, peeling the shirt off of the smaller boy. The bruises forming on Julians skin were just beautiful. They were like little splashes of blue paint trailing down his body. Dylan traced them with his fingers, pressing harder than he should have. He tugged off his own boxers, then Julians. He was fairly hard already, yet despite that, he focused on the other, tracing small patterns on his thighs.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

What Julian was feeling was indescribable. Dylan just perfect for Julian. He knew all the things to say, all the things to do. Dylan was perfect in every way and Julian really didn't deserve him. Dylan's only fault was that he didn't knw he was perfect. He thought he was flawed. Julian was overanalyzing this far too much. The boy swallowed and licked Dylan's bottom lip. I love you... It was obvious that he didn't completely believe Dylan, and that he was a little caught up in all of these actions. Julian arched his back, pressing those prominent hipbones back into Dylan's hand. God. It felt so nice to be touched likethat. Even when Dylan pressed down a ittle too hard on the bruises, Julian felt turned on. Damn. The pain and pleasure, everything, all of it were blurring together so greatly. I'm warm... Just stay close to me. And it was obvious he was already hard, especially with Dylan's hands dancing so dangerously close.
Thread: A Questionable Excuse

Dylans breathe came in short puffs and his heartbeat felt odd. It was fast and slow and felt like a bunny, hopping around his chest. For a moment, a streak of pure terror shot through him. But it wasnt completely negative the terror was exhilarating. It was hot and pure and made things go in real time. Maybe terror was really good for you. After all adrenaline was supposed to make you feel good, so terror was the same thing, right? It was awful at first, but when it dulled down, it left you with a killer buzz. The thought resounded in Dylans mind, echoing back and forth. I love you too, he held Julian closer, his body feeling abnormally cold to the older boy. Are you sure you feel warm? He asked. Well, he thought he asked, but the words didnt actually leave his mouth. Julians hardness was incredibly hot, his small body was hot, his bones were hot, his hair was hot, and everything was turning him on even more. He groaned and pressed himself against Julians backside and began stroking him absent mindedly. I can make you feel warmer, he whispered, wanting more than anything to be inside of his boyfriend. At this point, he was almost in pain, but it was an amazing kind of pain.
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