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He should have known, and as soon as heâs read the messages he knowâs heâs stuck, and thereâs not much he can do. Itâs not fair, he shouldnât take the blame for his wrong doing, itâs not fair. Kicking the wall with his foot, his fists clench for a moment ; his hands then dragging over his features in fruatration. Why was this happening? He was doing it to protect him, and now there was nothing he could do. He loved him, he didnât want to live without him, and he was so terrfied that now âHe would have to, be forced to. Looking down at the messages again, and re-reading them, his brows furrow a tad, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he thinks what he can say back in response.Â
[ text ] : You're an idiot. [ text ] : What am I meant to do now? Wait, and watch? What did they say to you? [ text ] : Well you're not going to if you get arrested are you? I won't be able to do anything if you go to prison [ text ] : fine, fuck. fine.
[ text ] : I'm trying to do what will keep us apart for the shortest amount of time, Lucas. [ text ] : I'm the most prepared for prision anyway. I've been beat up before, raped, hurt, anything that happens to me in prison won't be new to me [ text ] : even though I doubt I'll even go there, but just incase... there is no way I'm letting you go somewhere where you might get hurt like that
Tyler looked up as a man started walking towards him. He quickly typed in a final message to Lucas before putting his phone in his pocket.
[ text ] : i have to go, no matter what happens to me right now, I love you so much to the moon and back, you are the absolute love of my life and that is never going to change, you know that right? There's never been anyone that made me feel the way you do, you are my world.
He stood up and faced the man, with a straight face, ready to be judged and see what they were going to say to him. He took a deep breath in as the man turned, before following him. He knew that whatever he said now would determine the rest of his life. It was a scary thought and he knew he should be thinking of what he should say, but all he could think about was Lucas at home worrying about him. He felt sick, he wished this didn't have to happen but if he hadn't done this, it would have been Lucas they were knocking on the door looking for.
Of course he was going to come and find him, he wasnât okay with Tyler taking the blame for something he did. As soon as heâs read the note, a sigh enrolls from his lips and heâs standing up ; paper in one hand, picking up his car keys and quickly getting into  the car, and hastily making his way down to the police station. He wasnât a coward, heâd tell the truth if he had to, and it was becoming clear to him that heâd have to. Grtting his phone out once he was outside, he quickly tapped a text to him, biting down on his lip as his heart raced with in the confines of his chest.Â
[ text ] :Â if you go through with this, i'll tell the truth. [ text ] : i'm going in there now. i'll tell them /everything/
Gulping thickly, he moves out of the vehicle moving outside of the building, he begins to tap his foot eagerly against the concrete beneath him. Heâll wait five minutes, then heâll go in, and heâll be honest. Thatâs all thre is to it.
By the time Tyler felt the vibrations against his leg, he had already told his fake story to the police and was sitting in the main room of the station while the police filed in the reports. He'd already told them that his boyfriend had told him he'd try take the blame because there was no way he was going to lose Lucas for twenty-five years, not when he knew that he would never find someone he loved more than the feathery haired man. He pulled out his phone and sighed, he had hoped for once Lucas would listen to him and let him do what he knew was going to work, but deep down he had known he would come.
[ text ] :Â I already told them everything. The truth they need to hear [ text ] : if you go in there and tell them that you killed them, they'll either not believe you because I told them not to [ text ] : or they'll believe you and lock you up, then lock me up for lying to the police. [ text ] : please don't do this, Lucas. I need to be able to wake up next to you every morning and have you bring me that tea you're so good at making when I have a cold [ text ] : you can't expect me to go twenty-five years without kissing you and making love with you... please, Lu.
Graham had wanted this tattoo done for as long as he could remember, and finally Carter had some free time in the shop to be able to do it for him. So there he was, making his way to the shop, grinning as he opened the doors to see the love of his life sitting at the front desk. He instantly walked behind the desk and wrapped his arms around the boy. "Hey baby. You ready?"
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Tyler knew that Lucas wouldn't be happy with him for what he was about to do, but there was no way he was going to let Lucas go to prison for this. He couldn't lose him for that long, if Lucas was caught, he would get a twenty-five year sentence... if Tyler came forward and said it was self defence, and showed his bruises and scars as evidence, he could potentially get out with no jail time, but if he did get jail time, it would be no where near the twenty five year sentence. So that's how he found himself at the police station that night while Lucas slept, nervously sitting in one of the interrogation rooms admitting his wrong doing for a crime he never committed. If Lucas woke up and read his note, he hoped he wouldn't come and try hand himself in.
Dear Lucas,
            I have gone to the police station to hand myself in for killing that man. I don't want you to try come and change your mind because I will lie as much as it takes me to keep you out of jail. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew you were in jail for life for killing a man to keep me safe. You don't deserve that kind of life, Lu. Besides, if everything works out, I won't even be charged with murder and I'll be able to get off with self defence. Lu, I can't live a life without you and no matter what happens to me tonight, there is no way it will keep me away from you as long as you going to jail would. When you see this, chuck it out and keep moving on with your life, I probably won' t even be gone for more than a day.
                                             I love you,
                                                       Tyler
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. "Youâre not bad at explaining things, babe. But.. fineâŚ" 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 Dakotaâs reach, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed at the group of boys. âThere it is again, fucking hell, you assholes think youâre so cool throwing around those shitty words? Youâre just being homophobic shitheads.â He spat, having to tug his hand from Dakotaâs grasp again. âI 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.â Porter spun around, his hand now reaching for Dakotaâs 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 didnât want that. âFucking assholes,â 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 boyâs hips as he spoke, âNever look like some kind of god, Dakota,â 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.

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Dakota didnât want to do this, he had never wanted anything more than he wanted Porter and now he was being taken from him. If he was being honest, he was in love with the male, completely and hopelessly in love with him, but his mother had decided that they were going to move back to London to be closer with family and there really was nothing he could do about it.
So there he was, sitting on Porterâs bed, trying to find the words to tell him that this relationship was over, that they had to break up and would probably never see each other again. He looked up at the boy that held his heart and took in a deep breath. âI love you⌠Iâm in love with you, Porter. I really am and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Which is why what Iâm about to say is killing me inside.â
He looked down, tears coming to his eyes now, he was actually going to have to tell his boyfriend he was leaving. Right now, he had to tell him, because he only had a week till they left and if he didnât tell him now, then he would run out of time and Porter would be left wondering what was going on. âIâm moving. Mum wants to move back to London so that we can be closer to her family. I tried everything I could to make her change her mind, but Iâm leaving, Porter and we, you and me, we â we have to break up.â
He couldnât hold in the tears anymore when he said that, he couldnât even look up at Porter as he started sobbing. âIâm leaving next weekend, theyâve found a house and everything, Iâve been putting off telling you because I donât want to go, I want to stay with youâŚâ He took in a deep shaky breath and looked up at his boyfriend, the boy he adored more than anything. âI donât know if itâll make things better or worse, but Porter⌠I want you to make love to me before we leave. I want you to be the first⌠my first, because you were my first everything else and I just need you to be my first for this too.â
Porter shook his head, peeling himself away from the boy and moving to stand up. He couldnât breathe and he really needed to â now especially, because he could feel his cheeks flushing, his skin beginning to crawl as the anger boiled in his blood. How was any of that even fucking logical? Back home with family? The boy was in high school, how could they fucking take him out of high school? Porter barely got to help him look through colleges. He knew that Dakota would probably get into only the best colleges and Porter wanted to be there for that â help him pick somewhere hopefully not too far from him with a great program. Porter wanted to be apart of Dakotaâs life. He never let himself think about the future and what might happen for this exact reason â it hurt so much when things didnât turn out how you hoped.
Facing away from the boy, he stared out his window, not really looking at anything in particular. He didnât know what to say without being angry and he wasnât even sure who he was angry at. There was no denying that he was though. âShe canât just take you away from me.. I just got you â I love you and I feel like I only just got you.. I canât let you go, I wonât..â Reaching up, the older male fisted his tears away, turning around so he was now facing Dakota. A deep breath was taken, hand coming up to curl around his abdomen as he spoke, âIâm not going to just get over with you, Dakota.. I donât â wait..â He took a step sideways, bum finding the desk chair so he could continue, eyes casted downwards now. âDid you.. Did you want to break up?â
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
âTheyâre immature jerks. High school is just a bubble of immature jerks â just have to make it through this and youâll be okay, I promise..â Porter said, his hand squeezing slightly at Dakotaâs 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 â 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 â these shitheads. They had to be the ones that Dakota was scared of, the ones that had been bugging him before. Porter dropped Dakotaâs hand, not wanting to drag him back, but he couldnât just walk by. Stopping in front of the group of him, he stood taller, voice resembling that of a growl, âWhat did you fucking say?â
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. âYou own my heart, babe,â he couldnât stop the grin that was spreading across his features. It was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders â 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."
snapchat;; dakotaaaa âĄ
Porter: !!!!!! Porter: YAY Porter: you can borrow anything you want, babe
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 maleâs discomfort, but the halls hand thinned out and quieted down. âYou donât have to apologize for anything, babe. None of this is your fault.â 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. âHigh school kids are assholes. Always have been â even when I was in high school.â He dipped in closer at the last part, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. Porter lifted a hand to card his fingers through Dakotaâs hair, eyes watching him fondly. âCome on, letâs get out of here..â 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.

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toothpaste kisses || porter&dakota
"Good, because youâre stuck with me," he murmured, turning to press his nose into the younger maleâs 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, itâs 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? Itâs 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 Dakotaâs. "How âbout 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?"
snapchat;; dakotaaaa âĄ
Porter: why would i be worried about that?? Porter: i'd embarrass myself before you ever would Porter: bcos i want them all to meet the boy i'm in love with
Dakota: okay Dakota: send a taxi I'll sneak out the window Dakota: you better have a shirt I can sleep in because I'm not bringing a bag