wallowflowers

stupid smile (dylan & braeden)

dylan and braeden hang out at their local playground at night. being sweaty n all leads to braeden be disgusted by dylan. and dylan? hes taking it.

or

dylan's sweaty and it leads to teasing/joking and dylan compliments how braeden smells. it's kinda gay. 💀

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they're around 16-17 (again)

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The boy gave a goofy smile, his toothy grin escaping his lips as a giggle extruded from his throat. Sweat dripped from his body, his pale skin looked- strange. Yellow light shone from the street lights, making Dyl look gross. His hair slicked with sweat, sticking to his forehead. Beads of sweat crept down his neck. He was sure if he wasn't the only one here Dylan wouldn't look like such a wreck. But the boy still had a grin on his face, still walking towards him, no awkward silence between them. It was nice. That idiot smile still plastered on his face, the one that made his own lips tip upwards. It made his lips quiver, his throat rumbling with a chuckle.

His brow furrowed, his nose scrunching up at him. Dylan's head repulsed back. "What?" His voice filled the air. Warm.

It contrasted with everything, the cold kisses that Braeden felt on his cheeks, his fingers tingling, his knuckles numb. The sudden rush of excitement that struck through his body as he looked at the boy made his body jolt with heat. "You look disgusting." Braeden smirked, looking him up and down. His voice quivered at the end. It wasn't exactly Dyl's most attractive state.

Dylan snickered, setting himself down by Braeden. The cold metal made his body twitch, his hot skin felt like it was singeing. "I'm so sexy right now! What'd you mean?" Braeden. glanced at him, "No, you look better when you've actually showered." "Showered? I did shower?" Dylan gave him a dopey smile. Braeden just rolled his eyes, tsk. Dylan liked to play like a dumb shithead sometimes. "I know, but right now you look like a wet rat." The brunette bubbled out a chuckle, his muscles relaxing.

Silence filled the air, tainted with the breath of each other. Dylan could feel euphoria ride his body whenever he had these nights with Braeden or Cole. Bliss would twist his stomach when he crept back into his house, the aroma of night air made his skin crawl, his cold skin meeting his sheets, his eyes meeting the ceiling. The dazzling stars still felt like they engraved into his eyes, the sound of his friends still filling his ears. The stupid things they would say, the euphoria that would strike his body once he'd be around them. Once he would hear their voices.

But all he could hear was the rustling leaves, a car revving up the pavement, but the smell of Braeden is what his body picked up the most. The aroma made his lungs swim, it smelt, sweet. It filled his lungs to the brim, that, made his heart race. More than him leaping up into air, more than the tip of his fingers hitting the leather ball. He closed his eyes, then opened his mouth slightly, like turning off one of his senses would take him out of this, make his body acculturate away from this. But the smell lathered his tongue. He felt like he was choking on it. But he didn't feel disgusted. He didn't feel his stomach spasm, he felt it rock.

"You smell good." Dylan breathed out, the words had no thoughts behind it. Like when he's back home, looking into the ceiling, when all that filled his mind was his friends. But this time, it was just Braeden.

"You smell disgusting."