Elyzabeth
More than Music Part 2
His friend shrugged in
an attempt to hide the pain that flashed through his eyes.
“A speechless, Dylan. That’s new.” Mac shook
his head. “Get some rest, Dyl. We’re back on the road tomorrow.”
“No. You’re not
leaving.” Dylan grasped Mac’s hand and pulled. “I have feelings for you too,”
he blurted.
A crease appeared
between Mac’s eyes and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Are you drunk?”
“Do I look fucking
drunk?” He stepped back in anger, staring up at Mac while running his fingers
through his hair in frustration. Mac looked down at him, confusion written all
over his face.
“I don’t know, Dyl. I
honestly don’t know.”
Dylan bit back a
groan. How could he demonstrate that he wasn’t drunk? That he wasn’t
momentarily insane? His gaze dropped to Mac’s lips. He had a standard mouth.
Thinner lips at the top than at the bottom and slightly chapped from having
played out in the sun all day. The media would consider them far from perfect,
but not Dylan. He knew what that mouth was capable of – and he didn’t mean
sexually- that he hadn’t experimented. No, he knew that from that mouth spilled
words of constant encouragement, funny comebacks and good advice. It was the
mouth of a friend. Did he really want to screw that up? To change that mouth
into a lover’s mouth? To hear Mac whisper sweet promises of love and happily
ever afters in his ear? His pulse accelerated. He curled his hands into fists.
Yes.
In a bold move, Dylan
stood on his toes and pressed his lips against Mac’s. The feeling that coursed
through him at the contact could only be described as a base chord. It
resonated pleasurably deep inside of him and settled against his chest. Mac
gasped and stumbled backwards. Dylan reached for him, eager to show him more
but his friend grasped his wrists.
“Dyl, you’re
confused.” Mac’s voice was barely audible. Dylan smiled.
“No, no, I’m not. Trust me.”
“You saw us and that
turned you on. It’s fine but it’s gotten you confused. You’ve never felt
anything for me beside friendship.“
Dylan confidently moved
in closer. He’d shaken Mac up. He could tell by the way his eyes darted around
the room and how he cleared his voice every two seconds even if no words came
out of his mouth. He also knew that Mac didn’t entirely want him to stop. He
hadn’t gone to the door and the hold on his wrists wasn’t particularly firm.
“Trust me. I’m not
confused.” He twisted his hands so that he in turn held on to Mac’s wrists.
“I’m actually seeing things really clearly now.”
“I think—“
“I want you to stop
thinking.”
Mac’s Adam’s Apple
bobbed visibly as he swallowed. Dylan made small circles on his wrist with his
thumb. He bit back his smile as Mac’s hold on his arms slackened completely.
Gently, he slid his hands up his friend’s arm. Mac remained frozen, staring at
him as if in a dream. Dylan cupped his face.
“This could change
everything, Dyl. The band, us, our friendship, everything.”
“The band can accept
it, as can the public. Our friendship will only grow stronger. And yes,
everything will change because we won’t be friends any longer. We’ll be lovers.
And when I’m on stage singing I won’t be singing to an imaginary lover I’ll be
singing for you, to you.” Dylan pressed his body to Mac’s. He stood on his toes
and bushed his lips against the other man’s. Mac sighed. Dylan ran his tongue
along his bottom lip, then the top and then the bottom again before pulling it
slightly between his teeth. Mac moaned.
“Touch me, Mac.”
Dylan locked their
lips together again. He nipped and nibbled and tasted until Mac was pressed
against him, his hands in his hair and groaning. Then and only then did he
slide his tongue into Mac’s warm recess. They both groaned, stumbled and fell
on the couch. Laughter bubbled from deep within him at Mac’s forlorn
expression.
“Hearts of ice that
melt with time/Hearts of ice that bloom with time/ all because of you. You make
me feel/ you make me heal/ you make everything so real I could cry.”
Dylan blushed at Mac’s
awed expression as he finished singing the short verse.
“I hadn’t heard that
one before.”
“It’s new. I’ve been
inspired lately.” With a grin he pushed Mac against the couch and straddled
him.
Mac’s eyes widened but he made no move to flee. Instead, his hands rested
softly against his hips.
“You know,” Dylan
edged closer to Mac so their lips were barely a breath away. “That song wasn’t
finished.”
“No?”
Mac’s eyes searched
his.
“At the sound of your
voice/ at the touch of your lips/ the cold faded.” Dylan pressed his lips
softly against Mac’s. “And I realized I was in love with you/ And I realized I was in love with you/ because you’ve
always made me feel.” Dylan kept his gaze steady on Mac’s. “You make me feel.” Mac
threaded his fingers through his hair and he couldn’t help the smile that crept
into his face. “You make me heal.” A thrill of pleasure and love raced through
Dylan as Mac’s voice joined his. “You make everything so real I could cry.”
A soft sigh of pleasure
and happiness escaped through his lips before Mac moved in and kissed him.
The end.
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