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toothpaste kisses || porter&dakota

"Do they taste just as delicious as the sprinkle version?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows at him. Grinning at the boy, Porter chuckled quietly, curling into him for a moment to cuddle into him before allowing himself to untangled from the boy at his own request. "You’re not bad at explaining things, babe. But.. fine…" he murmured, pushing the blankets off his body. Porter could feel the goosebumps forming on her arms, the cold of the room on his bare skin. "What do you wanna watch?" He asked, slowly reaching for the remote to switch the TV on.

Dakota smiled as they got out of the bed, enjoying the view for a few moments. "We can watch anything... something funny and romantic." He said before taking their bowls and starting to walk downstairs, quickly washing the bowls up and putting them away so he could get back up to his boyfriend. Once he was back in the room, he slowly started to strip off so he could get comfortable in the bed with Porter. "Chosen something?"

Come Save Me | Dakota & Porter

Porter tugged his hand out of Dakota’s reach, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed at the group of boys. “There it is again, fucking hell, you assholes think you’re so cool throwing around those shitty words? You’re just being homophobic shitheads.” He spat, having to tug his hand from Dakota’s grasp again. “I swear to god, if I hear you shits have been bothering him again, I will not hesitate to come down here and fuck you all up, so keep your goddamned mouths shut for christ sake.” Porter spun around, his hand now reaching for Dakota’s as he stalked away from the group of boys. If he stuck around too long, allowing them time to reply with more nasty slurs, Porter was going to hit them, and he knew Dakota really didn’t want that. “Fucking assholes,” he muttered, shaking his head as he tugged Dakota away.

Dakota watched as Porter shouted at the boys, he was holding his breath, unable to force his lungs to bring in air as his boyfriend faced the bullies that had been tormenting Dakota for years. No one, not even his parents had ever stuck up for hi against them before. Before he knew what was happening, Porter had taken Dakota's hand and started tugging him out of the school. Dakota didn't know if that blow up would change anything, but he had a feeling that because Porter was older, they may just back off, even just a little bit. Dakota looked up at Porter as they made their way to Porter's car. "Y-You didn't have to do that."

Porter grinned, his hands slipping to grip at the boy’s hips as he spoke, “Never look like some kind of god, Dakota,” his nose brushed along his jawline, pressing a warm lingering kiss there.

Dakota's eyes slipped closed as kissed at his jawline, "You always look like some kind of god." He murmured, licking his lips and losing himself in the feeling of Porter's lips so close to his.

At Porter's next words, Dakota dropped his head into his hands. I just got you. It was true, it'd only been a little while that they'd known each other, just long enough to fall in love and not be ready to let go. "She can though, Port. She is, she's packed all my stuff up and I've got not choice." He said, watching him wipe away his tears was probably the most painful part about all of this. He sniffled and shook his head while listening to Porter tell him he wouldn't just get over him. Dakota knew it wouldn't just happen like that, but it would happen eventually. "One day you'll get over me though and I'll just be a memory because you'd have moved on with someone who was better for you than me, closer to you than I will be." He shook his head, sniffling. "It's not like I want to break up with you, but you don't want a long distance relationship with me. I don't want to ruin your life, make you stay up till 3am just so you can talk to me and spend who knows how much money. I can't do that to you, Porter. Not to mention, you'd watch all your friends making out and getting laid and you'd have to be faithful to me. I can't ask you to do that."

Come Save Me | Dakota & Porter

”They’re immature jerks. High school is just a bubble of immature jerks — just have to make it through this and you’ll be okay, I promise..” Porter said, his hand squeezing slightly at Dakota’s arm. As he followed closely behind Dakota, his thumb brushing back and forth over the skin of his hand, his eyes flickered around the hallway, happy to be taking the boy home — away from this god awful place. Porter stood a bit taller, his head whipping around to search for the source of the voice, because what the fuck. Dakota was walking faster, trying to tug Porter along, but he had heard. He had fucking heard everything. Eyes narrowed at the group of boys — these shitheads. They had to be the ones that Dakota was scared of, the ones that had been bugging him before. Porter dropped Dakota’s hand, not wanting to drag him back, but he couldn’t just walk by. Stopping in front of the group of him, he stood taller, voice resembling that of a growl, “What did you fucking say?”

Dakota opened his mouth to try stop him, but Porter was already storming over to the group of bullies. He heard him speak and he knew there was no way he could stop it now, so he turned around and walked over to Porter, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him away. "Porter, just leave it." He said, avoiding looking at the other boys. They just laughed though, "You scared we'll beat you and your boyfriend, Dakota? We probably could beat a bunch of faggots." Dakota flinched at the way 'faggots' was spat, like a dirty word that shouldn't be spoken. He pulled at Porter's hand again. "Lets go home." He said, looking up at Porter's angry face.

Porter reached for his hand, lifting it so he could place it over his heart. “You own my heart, babe,” he couldn’t stop the grin that was spreading across his features. It was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders — felt so good to finally tell Dakota that he was so in love with him.

Dakota bit his lip as he felt the boy's heart beating against his hand. "I love you so much." He couldn't stop saying it, he was so happy. "This means I can finally say I love you when you wake up and look like some kind of god."

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Dakota: anything? Dakota: okay well, I'll see you soon.

Come Save Me | Dakota & Porter

Porter followed Dakota, thumb brushing over his hand, hoping it would have some sort of calming effect on him. He could sense the younger male’s discomfort, but the halls hand thinned out and quieted down. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, babe. None of this is your fault.” Leaning up against the row of lockers, Porter kept his gaze trained on his boyfriend, a hand sliding around his waist and rubbing at his back some. “High school kids are assholes. Always have been — even when I was in high school.” He dipped in closer at the last part, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. Porter lifted a hand to card his fingers through Dakota’s hair, eyes watching him fondly. “Come on, let’s get out of here..” He murmured, reaching down to lace their fingers together.

Dakota relaxed at the touch, Porter always had that kind of affect on him. He smiled and nodded, "I know... I just wish they didn't have to aim all their hate at me and all just because I love boys not girls." He smiled at the kiss, blushing a little bit. He nodded at Porter's suggestion, his own fingers tightening around Porter's hand as they walked back through the hallways towards the front of the school. Just as they were walking out of the office, he heard familiar voices with those familiar insults coming from their mouths. "Look at those faggots." and "Cocksuckers." all of those uncreative, unoriginal insults anyone could throw at gays. He stiffened a little and started walking faster, hoping Porter hadn't heard them.

toothpaste kisses || porter&dakota

"Good, because you’re stuck with me," he murmured, turning to press his nose into the younger male’s neck, pressing a soft kiss there. A soft hum left his lips, agreeing with him as he scooped another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. "Yes, it’s delicious." As his eyes flickered to Dakota, his eyebrows lifted noticing he had already finished. "Speedy thing you are," he teased, smirking at the boy. "How can it be a cereal? It’s too chocolatey for that." With his last spoonful of the ice cream, Porter twisted some, pushing himself up so he could reach over Dakota and set his bowl with Dakota’s. "How ‘bout that movie?"

Dakota grinned, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here." He said, eyes fluttering when Porter kissed at his neck. He watched Porter eat with a smile, he just enjoyed watching Porter to normal things, he was so beautiful, Dakota would enjoy him doing anything. "I had a headstart eating it, though." He said, smiling and shrugging a little. "It's like little crispy half bowl shapes of malt. I don't know how to explain it, but you'll see what they are in the morning." He laughed a little, "I'm bad at explaining things." Dakota watched as Porter did that before nodding. "How about you set up the movie as I take the bowls down to the dishwasher?"

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