thanks buddy

i'll be gone gone tonight

,,I don't want to let you go.",,Then don't." and they just stood there, hugging. neither of them wanting to let go. thomas was holding dylan as if his life was depending on him. and maybe it did. but sometimes, you need to let go, even though you don't want to.

their lips crashed together. dylan pushed thomas against the wall and took his shirt off. thomas wrapped his legs about dylans waist to pull him closer. soft moans left his mouth as dylan started to suck on his neck. heavy breathing filled the room. thomas, wanting more, searched for dylans swollen lips once again, slipping his tongue into his mouth. exploring each others mouths thomas sighed and moved his hands over dylans bare chest. he swirled his nipples between his fingers, making his partner moan. ,,You're such a tease.",,But you enjoy it.",,Fuck yeah.." dylan slipped his hands into thomas pants, surrounding his cock, moving his hand slowly, squeezing his butt with the other one. he bit his bottom lip, letting out a loud moan. thomas connected their lips, placing his hands on dylans cheeks. ,,You won't regret anything." and with these words they melt together this night.

,,Did you lose weight?" his eyes focused his lover with a worried look. ,,Maybe, I don't know. I just had a lot of stress lately, don't worry." thomas smiled, trying to calm dylan down. he put his arms on his waist and pecked on his lips when the expression of dylan hasn't changed yet. ,,I'm fine, don't worry."

,,Is it a yes? Are you saying yes? Please, say something." dylan got uncomfortable, thomas just staring at him in disbelief. slowly dylan stood up, his eyes teary. ,,I understand." he started to walk away when he suddenly felt a pair of hands, turning him around and pressing lips against his own. the kiss got more passion and before he could say something thomas moved away. ,,Of course I'll marry you you freaking dork. I love you and I will love you till the day I die." dylan smiled and kissed him again, sliding his tongue into thomas mouth. finally, he was home. thomas took him home, home where he belonged.

,,You need a hand with that?" dylan shouted from the rooftop to his fiancé. ,,No, I'm pretty sure I can handle a few boxes." ,,If you say so." ,,I do, you-" suddenly thomas stopped to speak, dylan didn't mind it and turned away, thomas sometimes just stops in the middle of a sentence. but when he heard the endless going coughs of his lover he turned to him, his face expression changing to worry. thomas was caughing and spitting blood into his hand. both were just as confused as they could be.

,,Don't look at me like this.",,I'm worried thomas, you should be worried too.",,I'm terrified but it doesn't matter because it won't change anything.",,How can you be so calm?" dylan sighed heavily and closed his eyes. thomas took his hands and twisted their fingers together. ,,Listen, we will make this. We can take this. We always do. The important thing is, that we have each other, don't let me down on this." ,,I won't. I promise." he smiled weakly and kissed thomas. ,,It can't be that bad. We can fight everything.",,I hope so." dylan kissed thomas cheek and took his place next to him. thomas squeezed their hands as the doctor came in the room. ,,I unfortunately have bad news. Thomas, you have cancer. I'm sorry." and suddenly, the squeezing stopped.

w o o p s
happy late two years of my account
such a good day
good vibes