Sepia Makes Everybody Cry With a Dyle Fanfic

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We got comfortable real fast, and it seemed Kyle's pain faded quickly. I almost had time to feel embarrassment of some sort when our limbs became tightly woven and our bodies didn't seem to be able to get close enough.

While I enjoyed it, my stupid mind couldn't help but wander and I kept thinking of what kind of value this relationship had as Kyle's mouth worked its way up my neck.

"Kyle?" I breathed after a few minutes. My breath hitched as he hugged me tighter. "Kyle?" I reluctantly pulled my arm out from his embrace and lay my palm against his cheek. "Kyle."

He blinked and leaned back a bit. "Oh... Sorry...?"

"No, no," I chuckled quietly. "My mind won't shut up, you know? I just... wanted to talk for a minute."

He smiled softly. "Ah, talking. One form of the art of communication through lips—limited and not as outstanding, might I add." I laughed and propped myself up. "What is it you'd like to talk about, Dan?"

I rubbed my neck. "This... relationship..." I began awkwardly.

"Dyle," he said without hesitation, nodding enthusiastically.

I couldn't stifle another laugh. "Yeah," I said finally, "Dyle. It's not going to be just physical... right?"

Kyle blinked. "Oh, Dan..." he whispered. "No. Am I making you uncomfortable? It's just... I-I've been in a lot of relationships—not to say that you haven't! Well... I guess you actually haven't that's just a fact... but still—I might have more idea on how to work in relationships? Physically, I mean. I guess I'm not much of a deep thinker. That's why you write the songs. I'm sorry, really. Here, I'll—" He began climbing off of me and getting out of the bunk.

"No!" I gasped, reaching out and gripping his arms. "No, please stay." His eyes became that of a puppy's and I melted a little inside. I forced him to settle back down and began again. "You're right. I'm a bit inexperienced in relationships." I paused. "Albeit, very inexperienced. But that doesn't mean I don't want to have a full relationship with you!" I placed my hands on either side of his face and smiled. "You make me happy. I want to do the same for you."

Kyle's face slowly curled into a grin and he waggled his eyebrows. I narrowed mine playfully and smiled back, pulling him in to crush our lips together once again.

I still got shivers from the contact and I silently prayed that would never fade. He brought his hands up to thread beneath my arms and reach my neck. His fingertips caressed my skin and I relaxed into the feeling, into him.

His whiskers no longer tickled, now rather brushing pleasantly against me and I slid my hand along his jawline to stroke the soft tufts. I felt him smile and relax as well. Wordlessly, I tried to tell him that I was in as deep as he needed now.

He seemed to get the message, opening his mouth and pulling me close. I lay onto his chest and gently pushed him to lean back. I felt giddy, curling over him and feeling my hair slump over and brush the pillow above his head—stupid gravity-defying quiff I constantly considered lopping off. We paused for a second, looking into each other's eyes.

I smiled. He gave me a feline grin back.

And down we went.

• Δ • Δ • Δ •

A knock at the door brought my head popping up like a meerkat. My heart was pounding and I was out of breath, not to mention my hair was probably a wreck—no worse than usual, though. I looked down at Kyle, lying below me, a smiley, oblivious mess.

"One minute!" I called, hoping that would bring Kyle to his senses.

My prayers were answered and he blinked lazily, the fog very slowly lifting from his chocolate eyes. They nearly closed again, but suddenly snapped open and he propped himself up on his elbows.

We locked gazes for a brief second, then I scrambled to find our shirts. I hurled one at him and yanked one over my head blindly.

My face burning wickedly, I hopped over to the end of the bed and tried to look casual. I checked Kyle out of the corner of my eye before calling in whoever was waiting outside the door.

Will awkwardly sashayed in, hands in is pockets. He waved to me, nodding to his bunk. "Just needed to get something..." he explained. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine," I assured him quickly. I could feel my face heating up and prayed he wouldn't notice anything. Oh, shut up, my mind interjected, you didn't even—

"Are you wearing Kyle's shirt?" Will unfortunately leaned over to look into the bunk and saw Kyle curled up in there. He jumped back, throwing his hands up. "Whoa! Okay," he laughed, loud and uncomfortable. "That's great. You guys are great. I'm great. I'm just gonna get this and get out of here..." He reached over and snatched up whatever it was he came in for, turned tail and fled.

"No! Will!" I groaned, wanting to explain.

Kyle shifted behind me. "Well, that was..." I shot a look that made him shut his mouth and look away.

I cradled my head in my hands for a few minutes of silence. Then Kyle's hands appeared on my shoulder blades, working their way up to the base of my neck. He kneaded at it and I sighed, leaning into it only slightly reluctantly.

"Are you ashamed of our relationship? After all this?"

His words were ice water, splashing me in the face and making me jump away from his hands. "No! Oh, God, no, Kyle." I struggled to find the words. "Okay, I'll be honest. I was embarrassed that Will thought we... did it..." I winced and Kyle grinned like a child. I resisted the urge to slap him. "But no... I am not ashamed of our relationship. I enjoyed every second of that," I breathed, "and I hope you did too."

Kyle trailed his fingers over my shoulders again, ending at my cheek. "Yes," he whispered back. "I did too." He planted a long, warm kiss on my jaw and I sighed happily, my eyes fluttering and looking up.

"Good. There'd better be more to come."