Dash felt a moan escape his lips as he awoke from his slumber. He was sore and he wasn't really sure why - probably from a fight, he was always getting into one of those. Honestly, he had no recollection of the night before was utterly hazy. He blinked his eyes open and shut a couple times - despite the fact he slept with them opened, it was still hard to readjust to it all. There was some light streaking through the room, which made it even worse so he spent a minute or so getting readjusting to everything when he realized he was in a room that wasn't his. Well, that would explain the confusion of where in the world he was, but that didn't explain in the slightest of why he was sore.
That's when he became very aware of a arm wrapped around his waist, a finger trailing across one of his scars from a stab wound he received from his father when he was 11. He also became very aware of light breathing against his neck and he panicked slightly. Unless he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, which was a rare thing as he didn't date a lot, he never spent the night. He started to tug and was about to rip out of the person's arm when the grip he had tightened.
"Not so fast."
Oh god. He recognized that voice. He knew that voice. It wasn't a strangers. It was Noah's. Dash shuddered, but not for the wrong reason's when he heard the voice and he knew that. He shrunk back against Noah's chest, thinking of doing some sort of forceful way of getting out of his arms when he couldn't think of a proper reason of why this was bad. Not yet, anyway. Actually, what in the world was he...oh. oh. that's why he was so sore.
"How in the world did you get me in bed?" He wondered with a tone of weariness and the laugh he got from Noah caused him to shudder again, then grit his teeth in frustration. Every movement, every breath Noah took, Dash felt. And it made him never want to leave his arms and that bugged him.
"Me? If you want the honest truth, you came onto me." Dash felt a tingle run up his spine as Noah pressed his lips against his ear. "In a bowling alley and everything. I should of known you would of done that if you won." He mumbled.
Dash blinked as the night's events slowly came back into his brain. Bowling with Noah. Drank. Said he wanted something if he won. He won. Noah offered to drive him home and eugh...Dash sucked him off and things went from there. Dash's cheeks flushed for a moment when he realized he had no reason to be embarrassed, he was drunk. "You took advantage of me." He tried to pin it on Noah, making a light face because he knew that wasn't the case. He shifted around in Noah's arms and faced the guy for a second before shoving harshly against his chest, surprising him and causing him to unwrap his arms but otherwise, completely unharmed. "Asshole. Why were you touching my scars? And let me go when I tell you to. Why didn't ya take me home? Why did you let me do this? Fuck." He scrambled off the bed and got on his hands and knees on the floor, trying to find his clothes.
"Dash..." Noah's voice sounded surprised and slightly worried, but he reached over and passed him his t-shirt without hesitation, placing it lightly on his back. "I didn't take advantage of you. I'm sorry if you don't want to be here." He was understanding. He always was, at least, it's not like he was two faced or mistrustful enough to actually use Dash, but the only person Dash trusted in the world was his best friend and that took him fifteen years to earn.
"Well, I don't want to fucking be here, thank you. And you fucking did too, you knew I was drunk." He argued with a heated voice, taking the shirt and yanking it over his forehead, finding his underwear and pants before pulling those on too. If he could find his damn boots, he could be out of here. He got back up to his feet when Noah walked in front of him, and grabbed onto his wrists lightly but firmly.
"Taking advantage of someone is when you know there weak and you use them. I didn't do that. You were weak but I didn't use you. I'm not using you." His voice had a softer layer to it then it usually did - you didn't need x-ray vision to tell Dash was a little fragile, in the ticking time bomb sort of way and he didn't want to be the person that set him off because it would not only hurt himself, but he knew it would probably hurt Dash even if he didn't admit it. "What's wrong?" It was meant as a simple question - what was wrong with here, but Dash took it in a different way, for a lot of reasons.
"Get off me." He scowled at his kind tone and yanked out of his hands once again, pushing past him and towards the door. "You think that, because you've seen a couple fucking scars on me or that you read a file on me like every other god damn person, that I'm going to jump into you arms because I need comfort? Nu uh. Fuck that." He was about to stride out of the room when Noah grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, pushing him against the wall and holding him there. He didn't do it in a painful way, though, despite the fact he could of.
"Stop speaking like that. I'm not you're enemy. I didn't read about you and if you don't want to tell me about you're scars, you don't have to. I'm not you're therapist. Stop treating me like I'm nothing. I'm Noah, and we slept together and if you want nothing more then that, fine. But I didn't sleep with you to take advantage of you. I don't want to hurt you." He spoke slowly for more effect and with the honesty to his words, it seemed to work as Dash slowly eased his muscles. He lightened up his grip slowly but Dash didn't bolt, he just stood there in his doubt. Noah reached up and stroked his cheek, but Dash pushed his hand away.
"That's okay." Noah muttered, however, as Dash still wasn't moving so he couldn't be that bothered. If he had to take this morning, and although both of them hoped it but wouldn't say so, many mornings after, very slowly, he would. "Do you want coffee?" He asked.
Dash blinked at his question at first before nodding robotically, still frozen again the wall. Why did his words mean so much? Why did they seem so pressure-less? Noah was a good liar, that was all. He couldn't believe it though - Noah didn't lie.
Noah gave him that smile, that sly but kind smile and leaned in and kissed his cheek quickly before disappearing downstairs, and Dash just realized he was fully clothed. It took even the genius a few minutes to realize it was because Noah already knew he would react like that, and was planning to go after him? Hm. The thought caused him to laugh. Yeah. He shook his head for a minute before coming down the stairs after him, still slightly hesitant, however, still wondering why he had his clothes on.
Little did he know that first one was the reason.
