wallowflowers

don't. (dylan & braeden)

dylan and braeden go to an abandoned bridge, and dylan decided to play a not very fun joke on braeden.

or

dylan and braeden are messing around at a bridge and dylan thought it would be funny to joke around (it's not that funny 👹) and braeden internally freaks out.

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ages around 16-17

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"Dylan!" Braeden ushered, the body stepped forward, a creak struck through the air once his foot met the wooden planks. It made Braeden's heart fall into the abyss, "Fucking Christ! Dyl!" Braeden murmured, his body stepped back, hesitation strained his voice. Dylan turned his head, a toothy smile came across his face. His white teeth glistened in the light, it trailed goosebumps over his body, sending a shocking wave of heat to run up his body. His pale complexion radiated in the white light, emanating his smallest features. The dips under his eyes from freezing nights, their bodies leaning against a metal table, or laying down, wet grass itching his skin, filling his nose with the grimy smell of wet dirt. The nights that left Braeden completely, utterly, affixed to the boy.

He looked divine.

"Huh? You scared?" Dylan murmured, his body turned to face the curly haired boy, a creak instilling into the air as he did. It made Braeden wince in response, little fucker! His face roguish, it made Braeden's mind burn with frustration. "No! Just get off!" His vocals forced out the words, strained along with his own heart pacing. It made his face scorch, the feeling creeping up his chest. Fuck!

He was scared.

"You sound scared." Braeden froze, the pale eyes looking into his, a smirk plastered this face, his heart thudding in his ears, the brunette looked at him, a softness in his eyes that melted him.

"I don't want to get caught. Now get the fuck off!" It was a pathetic attempt, Braeden knew it. Dylan just looked at him, his figure motionless. "Would you catch me if I jumped?" Those words, it sent his mind into the ocean. Filling his heart with a bitterness that salted his tongue, "What- what?" He stuttered out the word, his own stomach stirring. He felt like he was falling straight down the bridge they stood on. He shuffled around, his nerves sending a vile feeling up his body.

"Would you?" Dylan's eyes stuck onto his, he was fucking joking. He had to. He couldn't, he could never, do this to him. Never, he couldn't do this to Cole, his parents, himself.

The expression on his face made his mind taunt at the idea, it baited him in. It made him absolutely delirious.

He was serious.

"Yeah." Braeden murmured, his heart banged against his chest. "You're crazy." Dylan chuckled, walking towards him. A smile crept along his face once again, it made Braeden feel relief stretch across his body. It made a snicker extrude from his lips, it made his heart steady down. Utter reassurance ground his thoughts at the boy smiling back at him.

"Fuck you."