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“Mmm, it sure if because after all… need I remind you again, it was your fault.” he tongue ran slowly across his lips, eyes locked with Gabriel’s. It was almost at the point where he didn’t even care if they made it back to one of their rooms or not, he just wanted to hurry up and get on with it, risk or no risk. An involuntary moan escaped him after Gabe broke the most recent kiss, his fresh reddening even further. “I can handle anything, give me your worst. ~”

“No need to remind me, I’ll take this task on no-problem.” he said cockily, his voice deep with lust. His hand left the other’s hair, moving to the boy’s pants as he tugged on the waist line. “So I’ll take it you’re not a virgin.” he said easily, eyes keeping contact with Dallas’s. “I’m so fucking sick of virgins.” he added, a smirk spreading on his features once more as he unhitched the other’s pants.

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“Pardon me for not having had sex in a few months now, especially after someone certain made it near impossible for me too.” his voice came out almost as a purr, eyes glazing over with a rather seductive glance. Dallas could feel Gabe’s hardening length through the fabric, instinctively increasing the pace of his hand’s strokes. “Mm, besides I can tell you are enjoying this even more then I am.”

“Guess it’s my job to help you with that, then.” he said, grinning nearly ear to ear. This was definitely interesting. This turn out. He licked his lips slowly, biting back a moan because, hell, he hadn’t had sex in a long while either. “I can’t complain.” he said slowly, leaning forwards and pressing a hard kiss against the other’s lips. “The question is, are you sure you can handle this?”

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Dallas gave off a small growl as his hair was tugged, hand roaming up even further before snaking his hand against the others groin, resting it there for a few moments before giving small, slow strokes through the heavy jean fabric. He broke the kiss, pulling back from it with light pants following, a grin spreading across his face where once a rather pained expression sat.

He didn’t expect it to go this far but he wasn’t complaining. The small movements the other did caused him to become rather, well, hard. He snorted softly at the other’s look, wrinkling his noes.  “Someones frisky.” he teased, not to worried about being caught as his hand tugged at the other’s hair again, a smirk on his own lips as he watched the other.

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Momentary loss of memory seemed to be a pleasureful thing as Dallas managed to push all previous events from his mind, shifting his body ever so slightly closer to Gabe’s as he parted his mouth willingly, welcoming the others intrusion. A soft moan left him, signaling that he in fact wanted more, possibly as much as he could get from the situation.

Gabriel was enjoying this more then he should have, maybe, but his tongue easily explored the other’s mouth. It ran along the roof of the other’s mouth slowly, teasingly, as his fingers moved up the other’s cheek before tangling themselves in Dallas’s hair. The male would have never guess that he’d be making out…with the guy…he threw out a window.

Dallas’ hand shifted from Gabriel’s thigh, fingers running slowly against the older male’s inner thigh before traveling upwards. His body seemed to have a mind of it’s own as it worked against the others kiss, his tongue meeting with Gabe’s and running across it almost in an attempt claim dominance.

Gabe was getting…slightly aroused, oddly enough. It was just different attention then he was used to. Different from both David and Liam touches. The boy didn’t exactly give up his dominance, easily fighting for top dog with the other. That was what was making this so interesting, everyone else just…gave in. His hand tugged at the other’s hair, craving the other’s touches at this point.

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Momentary loss of memory seemed to be a pleasureful thing as Dallas managed to push all previous events from his mind, shifting his body ever so slightly closer to Gabe’s as he parted his mouth willingly, welcoming the others intrusion. A soft moan left him, signaling that he in fact wanted more, possibly as much as he could get from the situation.

Gabriel was enjoying this more then he should have, maybe, but his tongue easily explored the other’s mouth. It ran along the roof of the other’s mouth slowly, teasingly, as his fingers moved up the other’s cheek before tangling themselves in Dallas’s hair. The male would have never guess that he’d be making out…with the guy…he threw out a window.

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Dallas silenced himself for a moment, fingers from his free hand trailing against the examination desk. “It’s feeling alright… better then it was earlier…” he shifted his hand, moving the cold pack to a new location. “Though another kiss may distract me from the pain a bit better then this cold pack is doing.” he blushed slightly at the suggestion, looking away.

Just like the other had earlier he had thought he had misheard. Blinking a few times he smirked cockily, almost a proud feeling. He wasn’t used to being asked for affection, he was usually the one chasing after it…oddly enough. “I think I could manage that.” he states, his fingers grazing the other’s cheek as shifted Dallas’s head back towards looking at him. Then he easily pressed his lips happily against the other, not hesitating to run his tongue along the other’s bottom lip.

A sharp shudder ran throughout the others body as he felt Gabe’s tongue grace his bottom lip, causing another whimper to leave him but this time it was from pure pleasure rather then the aching feel of guilt building up inside him. Dallas brought the ice pack down, dropping it lazily to his side to free up both of his hands before slipping one onto the others inner thigh, returning the kiss as he did so.

He was so captivated with how the other reacted, it was different then he remembered. A hum left him as the cold hand pressed onto his thigh, sending chills down his spine. He was more then pleased with the situation at hand as he let his teeth now graze Dallas’ lips before attempted to press his tongue into the other’s mouth.

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Dallas silenced himself for a moment, fingers from his free hand trailing against the examination desk. “It’s feeling alright… better then it was earlier…” he shifted his hand, moving the cold pack to a new location. “Though another kiss may distract me from the pain a bit better then this cold pack is doing.” he blushed slightly at the suggestion, looking away.

Just like the other had earlier he had thought he had misheard. Blinking a few times he smirked cockily, almost a proud feeling. He wasn’t used to being asked for affection, he was usually the one chasing after it…oddly enough. “I think I could manage that.” he states, his fingers grazing the other’s cheek as shifted Dallas’s head back towards looking at him. Then he easily pressed his lips happily against the other, not hesitating to run his tongue along the other’s bottom lip.

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Dallas gave a shake of his head, hardly amused. “I didn’t know having emotions and feeling pain meant I was a girl, Gabe.” he huffed, looking up and blinking several times against the glare of the light to try and keep himself from crying. “I just hate the idea of being alone here, especially after what I used to have… I want someone by my side, I don’t care how stupid that sounds either.”

“Crying over a kiss is a very female like thing to do.” he said, itching the back of his head. He really just came off as a dumbass a lot of the time, didn’t he? “Being alone is definitely no a walk in the park.” he agreed, looking at the other with his dark orbs carefully. “It doesn’t sound stupid, not at all. No one wants to be alone all the time.”

“I wasn’t crying over a kiss, asshole. I was crying over guilt believe it or not but I suppose you’ve never felt that before.” he huffed once more, looking over into Gabe’s eyes. To be honest he wanted to kiss him again, wanted that intimacy he missed to come back to him no matter who it was on the other end because if he couldn’t have Derek the what was it to say he couldn’t find someone to try and fill the absence in his heart that he had left behind. “I don’t know what to do..”

“Calm your tits Dallyboy” he said, knowing full to well that, well, he didn’t say the smartest things. He pressed his shoulder against the other’s, clucking his tongue. “Well, figure it out then. That’s all you can do.” He said, shrugging his shoulders slightly before letting his eyes shift upwards to the other’s forehead. “How’s your head feeling?”

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Dallas gave a shake of his head, hardly amused. “I didn’t know having emotions and feeling pain meant I was a girl, Gabe.” he huffed, looking up and blinking several times against the glare of the light to try and keep himself from crying. “I just hate the idea of being alone here, especially after what I used to have… I want someone by my side, I don’t care how stupid that sounds either.”

“Crying over a kiss is a very female like thing to do.” he said, itching the back of his head. He really just came off as a dumbass a lot of the time, didn’t he? “Being alone is definitely no a walk in the park.” he agreed, looking at the other with his dark orbs carefully. “It doesn’t sound stupid, not at all. No one wants to be alone all the time.”

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His eyes dropped down, fresh tears threatening to spill as the voice that filled the room brought him even more back to reality. “I’m confused… I don’t even know what that kiss was meant to mean… if anything…” his voice dropped to a whisper as he finished his sentence, swallowing hard. Was this guilt he was feeling or was it something else? Possibly need? The need for something to be there, someone to be there and to help him get through each sickening day that they spent locked up in a cage like rabbits.

“Oui, don’t get upset.” he stated, taken back by the sound of the others voice. “It wasn’t meant to be a bad thing, and it wasn’t…uh…fuck, don’t get upset like that.” he said, flustered. He was never good with upset people. He was better at making people upset. “It can mean whatever you want it to, I guess, but…don’t cry ‘cause if you do I’m going to assume you’ve got a vagina…or something. Christ.” was what he was saying making any sense at all? Shit.