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Mason closed his eyes as Brian touched him, letting out a shaky breath. “I guess you’re right. If you think bad things then bad things will happen, right? I think Chip and I are doing pretty good, you know?” He gave a slow nod and tangled their legs together, pressing his forehead to the top of Brian’s head. “This is fine, right? I mean, we can still do this? i’ll stop trying to get into your pants. That’s just.. Yeah. Sorry about that.” A pause. “I’ll never leave either. I love you.”

       "I guess.. Bad things always seem to happy, I guess we're fortunate we've made it this long, huh? Sometimes life doesn't seem worth it, but.. I don't know. And I can tell you and Chip are doing better. I'm happy for you. I just want you to stay safe and not get hurt.." He scooted closer, resting his head on his chest as he nodded his head. "We're not sticking dicks in asses or fingers in places they shouldn't go, I think we're good. I had just as much of a part in it as you." He pulled back to look up at him, giving a small smile. "I love you too."

                     Daxton kept his eyes closed as the others remained open, small moans being pressed onto Brian’s lips as he sucked on them again without a care, as well as his tongue. Maybe he was enjoying this too much. Swiftly he sat Brian up against the headboard, moving to straddle his waist. His larger hands slithered down his torso to grip onto the loops in his jeans, still kissing him heatedly. A smirk appeared onto his lips once his lip was bitten and pulled back, his icy hues practically dilated in pleasure as he watched him do so. Lately there’s just been pent up rage and frustration buried inside of him that he couldn’t get out, and it was honestly killing him day by day — and now was the perfect time to spill it all out. Daxton’s tongue traced over his husbands lips with a raise of his eyebrow, it was amusing knowing Brian’s eyes were open and watching him while he did it, it made him feel in charge. “Mm — I think about you every second, kitten.” he purred out, sitting Brian up further onto the headboard, his hands moving to glide up and down the sides of his stomach. “W — What do you think about?”

       It's okay, he was enjoying it way more than he should too. He bit down on his lip as the other pushed him back against the headboard, moving his hands down along his thighs as their lips were connected again. Sure, he had been doing things with Mason this week.. and Chip.. But he never really got anything. Daxton was his, and he was amazing, and he could touch him all he wanted and he was definitely going to seize the opportunity. His hands moved up to squeeze his ass before sliding into his pants past his boxers. Digging his nails into his bare skin, he spread his cheeks slightly, leaning up to press his lips to his ear as he bit down on the lobe. "I think about you touching me. You sticking your hands down my pants to watch me cum in them. Us laying down on our sides as you hold my neck from behind and your fingers tease me until I beg enough that you press in. And then sometimes I think about holding you like this and just getting you off with my fingers. It's all I've been thinking about.." Brian's mouth dipped down to the boy's neck, flicking his tongue over the skin before his mouth enveloped around it, sucking a large mark onto it. Claiming territory? Definitely.

He sniffled and moved in closer to Brian, kissing the top of his head. He felt awful for crying, but he thought Brian was on his way out. “How long is it going to work out? What happens when Chip leaves and I do something stupid and you leave? Daxton and I never really work out though. I mean.. things always seem to get bad with us.”

       Brian lifted his hand, swiping his thumb under the boy's eye to wipe the tears that fell. "You can't think like that. I mean, I know it's hard not to think that way, but you just have to keep working at the relationship. Who knows what you guys could become.." He shook his head, "Things are changing. All of us have to start behaving ourselves and just.. Draw a line between sex and relationships. You guys will work things out, and I'm never going to leave you."

                     His cheeks instantly reddened as he called him butterfly, that was his favorite. He missed when he called him that everyday, it made him the happiest. He wanted him to continue to call him that for the rest of his life, actually. “B-But you’re even more beautiful and I want y-you to see how beautiful you are to me, because to me you’re a pile of gold, you’re pure treasure in my eyes.” Seeing his reaction only made him continue, leaning down to take Brian’s bottom lip into his mouth as he sucked on it, gradually linking their mouths together again, his tongue swirling aimlessly into the others mouth. Slowly he pulled Brian’s tongue to him, sucking on it. That was something he’s never really done before and he was definitely going to do it more from now on, he enjoyed it. “I just wanna s-show you that I do love you — Mason s-said I don’t show it, so..I don’t want you t-to think that I don’t love you, because I do. W-With everything in me.” He smiled at the kiss, leaning down to kiss the side of Brian’s face, then his temple, smiling against the area. 

       Brian's eyes practically glazed over as the other continued to suck on his lips, watching him intently. As their mouths were pressed together and he felt their tongues wrestling, his eyes fell shut, a small moan being passed into the other's mouth. And now he was sucking on his tongue. Brian had done that before to him, but having it done on himself was.. hot. Okay, Daxton was just hot in general at this point. He had been bottling up so much frustration lately, and this was definitely working him up. His hands moved under his shirt to run back up his body, digging his nails into the skin gently as he leaned up to bite his lip, tugging it down with him before letting it bounce back into place. "You're showing me that you love me just by being here, it's okay.. I haven't been doing a very good job either, angel.. But I love you too. More than anything. Forever.." He let his eyes close, a smile coming to his lips as his hand reached over to turn his head, pressing their lips together. "You're all I ever think about.. All the time."

Mason only sighed and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow. He really just felt like crying. He was convinced Chip was going to leave him for Brian and now Brian was leaving him. “You can go.” He muttered through his sniffles, already reaching up and wiping the warm tears from just beneath his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

       Like Brian could actually leave him now. He stood up, looking down at him before crawling on top of him. His face dipped down by his neck, nuzzling his nose into it. "Don't be sad. Everything is working out, Mase. Chip loves you, I love you; Daxton and you will work everything out. You know how Dax is. He's sweet."

He kept his eyes on the ceiling, shifting away from Brian just the slightest bit. He didn’t know why he felt so off around Brian, but there was definitely something there. “Yeah, but ‘what ifs’ don’t matter. She’s dead. That’s it.” He knew Brian was trying to help, and really he should have been nicer, but there was definitely something wrong in his head. “Any particular reason?” He probably shouldn’t have been asking questions, but they were getting to know each other, right?

       Brian looked down, shifting away from the other. This was only making him want to go home. Or just leave. And he was going to just as soon as he answered his question. He shrugged, "He didn't like that I was interested in guys.. Or if I made him angry he just.. yeah." He rolled onto his back, scooting down to sit on the edge of the bed. "I think I'm going to go home."

                     Daxton smiled and quickly covered his face with his hand, the other still placed onto Brian’s back. “I-I am not — shush. You’re the cutest of all the cute, you explode the cute s-scale.” Daxton smiled and  snaked his hands under Brian’s shirt, tickling the skin of his back. “I love you. I-I love how you feel against me period, and your laugh and you s-smile. Your everything.” Daxton traced his tongue around Brian’s lips, before bringing his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it carefully. With that he held out his pinky, linking it with Brian’s. He couldn’t help but look at their hands and the size difference. It made him feel all tingly inside because it made him want to protect Brian. Slowly he pulled Brian’s hand to his lips, kissing it lazily. “I-I want to protect you..” he trailed off and flipped them over, his eyes moving to scan all over Brian’s face, his free hand moving up to thread through his husbands hair.

       He smiled, moving his hand to pull the other's hand from his face, peppering kisses around his cheek. "Don't even. You're the absolute cutest, butterfly. You always have been." His head dipped down in his neck at the feel of his fingers on his back, smiling against the skin as a hum sounded in his throat. "I love you too.. I love everything about you more than you could ever know, and I just want to make you feel as beautiful as I see you." His emerald orbs stayed glued on the other male as he sucked his bottom lip, taking in a shaky breath. That was more than hot to him; more than it should have been. Sure, Brian had fairly large hands, but Daxton's were bigger, and Brian always adored it. Hands were nice. Daxton's hands were nice. He smiled, letting his arms rest above his head as he looked up at the other. "You do protect me.. You don't really have to protect me from anything right now.." He lifted his hand to pull the boy's shirt down from over his shoulder, leaning up to press kisses along it to his neck. "You're mine.."

Yeah, that pretty much hit the nail on the head. He kept his arms at his sides, having no real intentions on touching Brian. “It’s my fault my mom is dead.” Well, that was certainly something. “My dad was an awful man, you see. He used to throw me and my mom around a bit and she just got tired of it, I guess. She was going to take me and we were going to leave when he was sleeping, but my dad saw me packing, so he kind of figured it out. My mom was at my aunt’s at the time and my dad left for a few hours and.. yeah. Next thing I know, she’s dead. If I had been more careful, she would still be alive.”

       Something between them almost felt like there was tension, and he didn't like it. If he just would have kept his hands to himself they wouldn't be in this situation. His head turned to look at him, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "You can't blame yourself for that though, Mase.. It's like this big list of 'what ifs'. What if you would have caught him, what if you would have been there with her.. You feel bad which means if you could have stopped it, you would have.. I really don't know why I'm feeding you all the same stuff I ignore and call bullshit when people tell me." He turned on his side towards Mason, resting his head on his hands. "My dad use to hit me.."

"I should have been." He would probably end up blaming himself for everything at this point. He was just in one of those moods. "Yeah, okay.." He laid on his back, closing his eyes and letting out a hum. "What do you want to know?"

       He knew the drill for that. Blaming yourself for everything and being bitter at the world. At least that's how he interpreted how Mason was right now. He laid back beside him, resting his hands above his stomach. "I don't know.. Anything. I feel like I don't know you as good as I could. Best friends share secrets, right? I want to know something no one else does."

Mason shrugged and rubbed at his eyes. “It’s not either of your faults. It’s mine. I wasn’t there when he needed me. It’s… It’s my fault.” He rubbed at his bicep, shifting in closer to Brian and biting his lip slightly. “Distract me.”

       "You can't always be there, Mase.." Brian, don't even. If Daxton needed him and he wasn't there he'd freak out. "Don't blame yourself.." He pulled away to look over at him, giving a shrug. "You were going to tell me more about yourself the other day.. Tell me now. And I can tell you things too."

       By now he allowed Brian to carry him, basically hiding himself in his husbands neck as he walked down the sidewalk. “I’m sorry I-I’m so s-sad all the time.” he whispered to him, genuinely feeling bad for it. This is why he always talked about wanting to be better for Brian, and not such a downer. Feeling his hands up under his shirt made him flinch and freeze, but he relaxed. He didn’t want to get like that around Brian out of all people. Even if touch freaked him out a little right now, he’d learn to let it go. But sex was just something that wasn’t on his to do list right now either. Cuddling was barely on that list. “D-Don’t be sorry — i-it happens, I guess. I d-don’t know. I w-wish it would s-stop happening to me though, y-you know? I hate this..f-feeling. I — I-I love you too. I-I’m sorry you have to-to deal with me.”  

       Brian knew how he felt about touching right now which is why he had just slid his hands under his shirt, waiting for an okay; letting him get use to the feel. "You don't have to apologize, you know that. Our life doesn't need to be rainbows and sunshine, and I think we've realized that." He slowly lifted his shirt off his head, setting it on the other side of the counter. "I know you don't want to be touched right now, and I'm respecting that because it's okay, baby. You don't have to feel bad or guilty about any way that you're feeling because you can't help it, y'know? I'm just going to be here for you as much as I can because I love you. We don't even have to cuddle right now if you don't want. We can just lay together and watch TV." He gave a small smile, leaning up to peck his lips. "You can take the rest of your clothes off, yeah? And you can go ahead and get in the bath, I'm going to go get something." The boy went downstairs, retrieving two bottles of wine and of course -- a pack of cigarettes. Making his way back into the bathroom, he sat next to the tub, holding a bottle out. "I just.. thought you could use some relaxing."

- How old will you be: 99 - Does age matter: depends