Post by Odango on Jul 15, 2007 17:59:24 GMT -5
Hello! This is a little drabble I wrote about Dexter and Bunny today. It's slash, but just kissing. Also, there's some swearing. It's not particularly well written, but that's because it's from Bunny's point of view, and he's not very eloquent most of the time and neither is Dexter. xD I'm not very good at introductions, because they are either short and awkward like this one or they go on for paragraphs like in my writing livejournal, so I'm just going to stop here and let the fic speak for itself. =)
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When we get back to my room, Dexter flops down onto my bed, curling his arms behind his head and looking over at me with a small grin. His shirt has ridden up just a little, showing a thin line of creamy white skin between the black fabric of his shirt and pants. I glance away for a moment, only looking back because he gently tugs on my hair.
“Whatcha thinking about?” he asks.
I open my mouth, then close it again. There’s no point in telling him. He’s straight. There’s no chance that he’d feel the same way--at the best, nothing will happen, but even though I know he won’t stop talking to me or something stupid like that, I don’t want to make things awkward.
“Nothing important,” I say, pushing my glasses a little farther up my nose.
“Liar,” he says, sitting up and crossing his legs. “You’re messing with your glasses. You’re nervous about something. What’s wrong?”
The pink streak in his hair has fallen over his eye again like it always does, and it takes all the self-control I have to not loop it back behind his ear, because I know if I do, my fingers will brush across his cheek, and I know if I touch his face, I’ll want to kiss him even more than I do right now. Goddamn you, Dexter, why do you have to be straight?
“Bunny?” His voice is a little softer than usual. “Are you oka--”
“I really like you, Dexter,” I blurt out. He blinks at me a few times, then smiles and says, “I really like you, too.”
I close my eyes and grit my teeth. Fuck.
“No, you don’t understand,” I say softly, opening my eyes again. “That’s not what I mean. I mean, I really like you. And I know you’re straight and I don’t expect you to feel the same way, I know you won’t, but you’re one of my best friends and you deserve to know and I promise I won’t let things get awkward-” and the words ‘if you don’t’ come out as a muffled ‘mmfs’ because he’s kissing me and why the fuck is he kissing me, he’s straight, what the hell is going on? And I’m not sure if I want to push him away or if I want to kiss him back and I’m really too confused to do either, so instead I just sit there like a complete moron and blink stupidly at him when he pulls away.
“What the hell are you doing?” I murmur.
He raises an eyebrow. “Kissing you,” he says. “I thought that was obvious.”
“But you’re straight.”
“I know.”
“But you’re straight. And we’re both guys.”
“I know,” he says again. He smiles a little and shrugs his left shoulder as he drops his hand from my cheek to rest on my knee, instead. “But you’re different,” he says. “It’s not a physical thing. It has nothing to do with the way you look or anything like that. I’d feel the same way if you were a girl. It’s just you. And I’ve kind of felt that way for a while, a few weeks now, but I didn’t say anything because I thought it’d be weird. But since you like me too, apparently, I figured it’d be okay.”
“But,” I say, “but …you’re straight.” I know I sound like such an idiot, but I honestly have no idea what else to say. Evelyn Dexter Canning, who I’ve liked for a year and who is straight, just kissed me and said he likes me, too.
Oh, I get it. I’m dreaming. This isn’t really happening. Okay. Glad that’s settled.
“So I’m dreaming this, right?” I ask, raising one eyebrow.
He sighs a little and rolls his eyes. “No, Bunny. You’re not dreaming. You’re awake.”
“But …you’re straight.“
“And I told you, I know that, but you’re different. It’s just you. Not other guys.”
“I don’t understand.”
He sighs again and runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay, seriously, you either need to shut up or let me kiss you again, because you’re ridiculously cute when you’re confused and not being able to kiss you when you’re this cute is really annoying, so either let me kiss you or just stop it.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, gnawing on my lower lip. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around what just happened, because I really don’t understand.”
“What’s so hard to understand?” he says. “You really like me, I really like you, you’re really cute right now, and I really want to kiss you.”
“But--”
“Oh, just shut up,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me again, running his fingers through my hair before resting at the nape of my neck. The pads of his fingers are callused from playing his guitar for hours every day, the rough skin brushing against my spine making me shiver and I finally decide that it’s stupid for me to ask questions because I’ve wanted this for so long and Dexter’s right …I should shut up and just let it …be.
My eyes finally fall closed and I gently touch the side of his face, running my fingers through his hair and down his neck to rest on his shoulder. When he slides his tongue between my lips and I open my mouth just a touch more, all I can think is that it’s so soft, such a stark contrast from the hard metal of his tongue bolt. The kiss is soft and slow, lips and tongues exploring, mapping, but not claiming. Another shiver crawls through my body as he trails his fingers down my spine and I moan softly and lean in closer and he deepens the kiss, then nips lightly at my lower lip before he pulls away just slightly, his breath playing against my lips.
“You taste really, really good,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.
I smile and open my eyes, looking into his bright blue ones. “You don’t kiss the way I expected you to.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I mean …I always thought you’d be one of those really rough kissers. But you’re really gentle. And really good.”
“What, you mean like …that Brokeback Mountain shit?”
“If you kissed me like that, I would have to punch you,” I laugh.
“If I kissed you like that, I would want you to punch me,” he grins.
I laugh softly again, then say, “Okay, I know this question is going to annoy you, but …why me? I mean, if you’re straight, but I’m like …an exception, I guess? Why?”
“I guess it’s just because I can really connect with you,” he says. “We’re kind of on the same wavelength in a lot of ways. I can talk to you about anything. I trust you more than anyone else I’ve ever known. I can joke around with you and you joke back without getting all huffy and offended. And even though it’s not really a physical thing, you are really cute. I don’t know. You don’t really choose who you like. It just kind of …happens. And that’s what happened. I don’t know, I’m not making sense. You know I suck at explaining things.”
A grin spreads across my lips and a warmth starts in my chest. “Nah, I get it,” I say. “And it’s really awesome, because that’s why I like you, too.”
A bright smile lights up his face and he licks my cheek.
“Dexter!” I laugh, gently pushing him back and wiping at my face with my sleeve. He grabs my other sleeve as he flops back down on my bed, pulling me on top of him and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
“You’re so cute,” he says. “And also, I really like kissing you and it would be really awesome if I could kiss you again right now.”
“I would be totally okay with that,” I smile, leaning down and kissing him again.
~~~~~
When we get back to my room, Dexter flops down onto my bed, curling his arms behind his head and looking over at me with a small grin. His shirt has ridden up just a little, showing a thin line of creamy white skin between the black fabric of his shirt and pants. I glance away for a moment, only looking back because he gently tugs on my hair.
“Whatcha thinking about?” he asks.
I open my mouth, then close it again. There’s no point in telling him. He’s straight. There’s no chance that he’d feel the same way--at the best, nothing will happen, but even though I know he won’t stop talking to me or something stupid like that, I don’t want to make things awkward.
“Nothing important,” I say, pushing my glasses a little farther up my nose.
“Liar,” he says, sitting up and crossing his legs. “You’re messing with your glasses. You’re nervous about something. What’s wrong?”
The pink streak in his hair has fallen over his eye again like it always does, and it takes all the self-control I have to not loop it back behind his ear, because I know if I do, my fingers will brush across his cheek, and I know if I touch his face, I’ll want to kiss him even more than I do right now. Goddamn you, Dexter, why do you have to be straight?
“Bunny?” His voice is a little softer than usual. “Are you oka--”
“I really like you, Dexter,” I blurt out. He blinks at me a few times, then smiles and says, “I really like you, too.”
I close my eyes and grit my teeth. Fuck.
“No, you don’t understand,” I say softly, opening my eyes again. “That’s not what I mean. I mean, I really like you. And I know you’re straight and I don’t expect you to feel the same way, I know you won’t, but you’re one of my best friends and you deserve to know and I promise I won’t let things get awkward-” and the words ‘if you don’t’ come out as a muffled ‘mmfs’ because he’s kissing me and why the fuck is he kissing me, he’s straight, what the hell is going on? And I’m not sure if I want to push him away or if I want to kiss him back and I’m really too confused to do either, so instead I just sit there like a complete moron and blink stupidly at him when he pulls away.
“What the hell are you doing?” I murmur.
He raises an eyebrow. “Kissing you,” he says. “I thought that was obvious.”
“But you’re straight.”
“I know.”
“But you’re straight. And we’re both guys.”
“I know,” he says again. He smiles a little and shrugs his left shoulder as he drops his hand from my cheek to rest on my knee, instead. “But you’re different,” he says. “It’s not a physical thing. It has nothing to do with the way you look or anything like that. I’d feel the same way if you were a girl. It’s just you. And I’ve kind of felt that way for a while, a few weeks now, but I didn’t say anything because I thought it’d be weird. But since you like me too, apparently, I figured it’d be okay.”
“But,” I say, “but …you’re straight.” I know I sound like such an idiot, but I honestly have no idea what else to say. Evelyn Dexter Canning, who I’ve liked for a year and who is straight, just kissed me and said he likes me, too.
Oh, I get it. I’m dreaming. This isn’t really happening. Okay. Glad that’s settled.
“So I’m dreaming this, right?” I ask, raising one eyebrow.
He sighs a little and rolls his eyes. “No, Bunny. You’re not dreaming. You’re awake.”
“But …you’re straight.“
“And I told you, I know that, but you’re different. It’s just you. Not other guys.”
“I don’t understand.”
He sighs again and runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay, seriously, you either need to shut up or let me kiss you again, because you’re ridiculously cute when you’re confused and not being able to kiss you when you’re this cute is really annoying, so either let me kiss you or just stop it.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, gnawing on my lower lip. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around what just happened, because I really don’t understand.”
“What’s so hard to understand?” he says. “You really like me, I really like you, you’re really cute right now, and I really want to kiss you.”
“But--”
“Oh, just shut up,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me again, running his fingers through my hair before resting at the nape of my neck. The pads of his fingers are callused from playing his guitar for hours every day, the rough skin brushing against my spine making me shiver and I finally decide that it’s stupid for me to ask questions because I’ve wanted this for so long and Dexter’s right …I should shut up and just let it …be.
My eyes finally fall closed and I gently touch the side of his face, running my fingers through his hair and down his neck to rest on his shoulder. When he slides his tongue between my lips and I open my mouth just a touch more, all I can think is that it’s so soft, such a stark contrast from the hard metal of his tongue bolt. The kiss is soft and slow, lips and tongues exploring, mapping, but not claiming. Another shiver crawls through my body as he trails his fingers down my spine and I moan softly and lean in closer and he deepens the kiss, then nips lightly at my lower lip before he pulls away just slightly, his breath playing against my lips.
“You taste really, really good,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.
I smile and open my eyes, looking into his bright blue ones. “You don’t kiss the way I expected you to.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I mean …I always thought you’d be one of those really rough kissers. But you’re really gentle. And really good.”
“What, you mean like …that Brokeback Mountain shit?”
“If you kissed me like that, I would have to punch you,” I laugh.
“If I kissed you like that, I would want you to punch me,” he grins.
I laugh softly again, then say, “Okay, I know this question is going to annoy you, but …why me? I mean, if you’re straight, but I’m like …an exception, I guess? Why?”
“I guess it’s just because I can really connect with you,” he says. “We’re kind of on the same wavelength in a lot of ways. I can talk to you about anything. I trust you more than anyone else I’ve ever known. I can joke around with you and you joke back without getting all huffy and offended. And even though it’s not really a physical thing, you are really cute. I don’t know. You don’t really choose who you like. It just kind of …happens. And that’s what happened. I don’t know, I’m not making sense. You know I suck at explaining things.”
A grin spreads across my lips and a warmth starts in my chest. “Nah, I get it,” I say. “And it’s really awesome, because that’s why I like you, too.”
A bright smile lights up his face and he licks my cheek.
“Dexter!” I laugh, gently pushing him back and wiping at my face with my sleeve. He grabs my other sleeve as he flops back down on my bed, pulling me on top of him and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
“You’re so cute,” he says. “And also, I really like kissing you and it would be really awesome if I could kiss you again right now.”
“I would be totally okay with that,” I smile, leaning down and kissing him again.