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stand by me

thomas started with the soft strum of his hands on the strings of the guitar, clearing his throat.

"When the night has come,"

"and the land is dark, and the moon is the only light you'll see."

dylan intently processed these words, knowing it was just a song. knowing his best friend was just serenading him, and he could only hope the meaning was just a little further than a serenade. he wasn't sure what he wanted it to be though...

"no I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me"

the brown haired boy allowed himself to take in the sentiment of the song. of course, he knew Thomas was his best friend, and Thomas was possibly discovering his feelings for Dylan. that's what Dylan thought anyway, he was obviously wrong.

"so darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me. oh stand by me, stand by me..."

dylan for the first time paid attention to Thomas's voice. it was so sweet. it was good and calmed his beating chest more than he'd like to admit. his voice was different but good... and you know how some peoples voices make you feel a certain way? Thomas's voice did that to Dylan. dylan overbearingly just heated up all of a sudden, getting the feeling of want and possessiveness. just... knowing that Thomas wasn't his officially made him a little jealous. a little jealous that anyone could swoop in and steal him. because... at the end of the day, they were just best friends. well, maybe a little bit more than that and that thought immediately made Dylan's heart go haywire

"if the sky that we look upon, should tumble and fall... or the mountains should crumble to the sea."

thomas's eyes scrunched as he saw Dylan's expression go through many different waves. he did continue with the song though, staring straight at the boy he admired. Thomas's stomach did flips, feeling it reach his throat.

"won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear"

"Just as long as you stand, stand by me"

the blonde felt as if Dylan was looking at him with all the love in the world, all the love he felt he didn't deserve. dylan had Thomas going psycho, living on one huge tightrope.

"And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me. Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me"

that was all it took for Dylan to let out a long huge sigh of frustration masked by the sappy look on his face. thomas would never suspect, and that's what Dylan wanted. he also liked hearing how Thomas's voice grew with confidence as he kept singing

"And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me. Oh, stand now by me, stand by me, stand by me"

the song was coming to an end, and Dylan knew he would miss Thomas's voice.

"Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me... Oh stand by me, won't you stand by..."

thomas calmly went over his version of the song, smiling at the look on Dylan's face once he hit the perfect riff run. he wouldn't deny it if someone told him he was now just showing off.

"baby stand by me..." he finished softly, the perfect amount of tension between him and Dylan. though he had put everything in that song, he was still terrified of what Dylan was thinking about it. what if he flat out didn't like Thomas's voice, and that wasn't too crazy considering he didn't like his own voice

Dylan had to do something, something. he knew that was extremely out of Thomas's comfort zone, and he didn't want to seem ungrateful. Especially as Thomas's face was laced with the most vulnerable look filled with child like wonders. he was just so shaken up, he couldn't think. he couldn't move. while he could think of one thing, he just... never mind, he didn't care as he did the only thing he could think of- or want. practically the moment Thomas came over to sit by him, Dylan straddled him, ignoring the dull throb of pain in the leg with a bandage. he straddled him and kissed the shit out of his face, not caring of anything but his need for Thomas's lips. who relaxed just as fast as he tensed, and his hands dropped the guitar, quickly flying up to Dylan's cheekbones. he'd just as much been dying for a kiss like this.

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"that was fucking incredible-"

Dylan murmured into the kiss, breathing heavily which his best friend found incredibly hot

"really?"

"yes, you have a magnificent voice."