wallowflowers

all nights i've spent with you (dylan & braeden)

dylan is ridden with trying to keep up with the trios late night outings. one of these nights with just dylan and braeden, braeden finally caught onto dylan's tiredness.

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dylan is tired and braeden makes them stay and he falls asleep n braeden confesses his somewhat admiration for him.

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ages are around 16-17

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He let out a small giggle, his hands wrapping around the window sill, the metal sent shivers up his back. The light from the moon shined down, Dylan features jutted out in a way that made Braeden's heart tug. His eyes drunkenly looked into his, his pale skin shone in the light white. His under eyes heavy, steeping with a blue undertone that made Braeden writhe in his own skin.

"Hey, Dyl." His hand went to his shoulder, his shirt grazing against his palms. "Huh?" He murmured, his voice a distant croak. It made Braeden's heart stutter, his hazy eyes looking into his, gleaming with distance that stained Braeden's whole being. "You good?" Dylan gave him a smile, weak with his white teeth glistening. "Of course, Brae. Where'd you wanna head?" Dylan looked away, moving forward, his shoulder pressing back into Braeden's hand. "I want to stay." Braeden ushered out, he could feel his own concern chase the words. He was so fucking pathetic for Dylan.

Dylan looked back up, lazily giving him a small frown. His pale eyes shone in the light, it made Braeden's insides stir along with his nerves screaming at him. "Come on.. it's a tradition." He slurred out. "It's like 50 degrees, I rather be warm than a popsicle." Dylan gargled a giggle, "Come on Braeden.." "No. Now move, asshole." He uttered, a smile pursued his lips. Dylan let out a small groan, before moving aside.

Braeden jumped in, his feet planting into the ground. He felt the warmness of the house capture his body, his cold skin singeing at the sensation. He looked over, Dylan pulling down the window with a swoop. The light that danced around the boy glowed, illuminating his figure. Dylan turned over, his face blurring into nothing but shadows. "Sit down asshole, you look weird just standing there looking at me." A chuckle left Braeden's lips, before flopping over onto the bed. The warmness scorched his face, kneading into his skin. "Why do you leave such a warm house for me and Cole? I would never want to leave here." He mumbled into the sheets, his hands knitting themselves into the blanket. He could smell the slight aroma of cologne, the smell left his body feeling tepid, sultry. A trance that left his body ablaze.

He heard a swoop, before the bed slightly squeaked with weight pulling down the mattress. Silence. He could hear the slight shifts of the boy, his breath entrapping into the still air.

"Cause it makes you guys happy."

Those words left Braeden in a sea of confusion, his thoughts overlapping into each other, blurring a line of feelings that made his heart stutter.

"You know, I'm fine with just being in a warm house, talking to you." He felt a scorching sensation on him, even more than the words that left the brunette's lips. He looked down, barely making out the eyes that looked back up at him. "Would you be happy?" Was Dylan high? He must've been, he's being ridiculous. "As long as you're okay. I don't need some bullshit stars, basketball, skateboarding or something. I like hearing your voice or whatever, hanging with you or Cole is all I need."

"My voice?" He could feel his dopey smile looking back up at him.

"Yeah.. I guess." His voice hypnotized Braeden, left his insides stirring with ecstasy that basked in his mind for days. "You're bad at hiding shit." Braeden saw the brunette's eyes slightly furrow. "Huh?" He slurred out, confusion sweltering the words. "You're not good, like at all." He heard the boy's breath hitch, the air just filled with Braeden's own breath.

"It's nothing." Braeden let out a snicker, "Nothing? Fuck that."

The air stood stagnate.

"It cause of all our nights out."

Braeden felt his mind sand down into absolute misery. "Why didn't you tell me you need a break?"

"Cause you wouldn't feel good." The words shot out of Dylan's mouth so sure it made Braeden's own mind want to shout at him.

"Dylan. Honestly, I care more for you than some bullshit nights." Dylan chuckled, low, muffled down by his palm covering his mouth.

"You wouldn't be happy. Brae, you probably think this shit we're doing right now is lame. I'd rather have a fun time with you than whatever this is." Braeden rolled his eyes, sitting back up, a sigh releasing from his mouth. "Fucking Christ Dylan! Can't you see? I don't care if we play basketball or skate, it's about us hanging out. And if you're tired cause of our outings, than just hit me up and say 'Hey Brae, I feel like dog shit, so can we not hang out tonight?'" His voice slightly raised, he couldn't be this dumb.

"Chill, asshole. Can we just sleep?" Braeden felt his cheeks burn, not with embarrassment, but his stomach filling with a warmth that rose up to his chest, filling his throat like bile.

"Finally!" He uttered, his body falling back into the mattress.

He could hear the slight breaths of Dylan, his body shuffling once in awhile. He could hear the slight breeze hitting the glass window, crickets chirps jutting out into the air.

"You're such an asshole Dyl, but you're like.. cool. At the same time. I don't know.. you're like, fuck." His words drifted into the silence, to behold no one's ears.

His own little secret, one that felt like a field of bliss, ecstasy.

One that didn't feel like a secret.