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[DAMIAN SILVANUS FALCONI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] with my hands on your waist, WHILE WE DANCE IN THE MOONLIGHT I WISH IT WAS ME THAT YOU'LL CALL LATER ON, [style=background-color: #5A64D9; width: 200px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: 270px;]DAHIR, 590, WEARING, ;3; [/style] The sun was shining! The tank was clean! The tank was clean! Okay, Finding Nemo references aside it was incredibly hot out, which meant that it was definitely the kind of day someone like him would spend at the beach and on the boardwalk. Because why on earth would he spend it inside where it was air conditioned? Why would that be at all logical? No, instead he had texted Tahir asking if he wanted to go for a walk and then go back to one of their places to cool off for a bit. Whichever house they were more willing to walk to, since Damian’s was farther away from the boardwalk but at least had a cold pool. The boys had already been out for nearly an hour and so far had successfully given each other piggy backs that resulted in falling into the sand in a pile of teenage boy limbs, ran off with someone else’s beach ball but then returned it to the rightful owners, and had nearly lost their shoes while aggressively flirting with each other. They had held hands until it got too sweaty. They had walked with linked arms trying to skip like in the Wizard of Oz. It was like something out of a cute little chick flick’s montage. And now they each had a recently purchased ice cream cone and while Tahir strategically licked at his and managed to successfully avoid it melting onto his perfect hands Damian didn’t even last five minutes. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to catch the melting drops they just kept coming. He would manage to get one and then two more would be leaking down his fingers. It was a never ending fountain of ice cream. He tried and he tried but it was to no avail and eventually as the two boys walked side by side Damian slowed his pace down and lingered behind Tahir. Standing in the very middle of the boardwalk trying to clean his fingers with his tongue and trying to save his ice cream from melting all over him rather than being eaten like it deserved. “Tahir,”

[/color] he whined when he noticed his almost boyfriend friend hadn’t even slowed down. He doubted Tahir had even noticed Damian had stopped. “Tahiiiiiiiiiiiiir,”[/color] he repeated more loudly. When he finally had the other boy’s attention he extended the ice cream covered hand. “Tahir, I made a mess.”[/color] His attempt at showing off his mess only resulted in getting yet more ice cream on his clean hand. Honestly, he was worse than a toddler.

“Oh my god, Flower help me it’s everywhere! It’s gunna’ drip on my feet!”[/color] The last thing he needed was ice cream in between his toes. He wouldn’t be allowed back in his house in this state. He really hoped Tahir had a handful of napkins in his pockets. Or maybe damp toilettes or even hand sanitizer. Anything to clean himself off with that wasn’t the dirty beach water or the nasty bathrooms that were sparsely laid out along the boardwalk. He secretly hoped he’d get licked clean but that was the raging hormones all teenage boys had talking. And his raging crush for Tahir talking too but that much was kind of obvious. "My figers are starting to stick together. How did this even happen?[/color] He had no idea any more. It was all a blur. What happened? How did the ice cream get this way? Why was he so messy? Who even was he any more?
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cause you wanna say good night,
TEARING ME APART CAUSE DON'T YOU SEE WHENEVER YOU KISS HIM I WISH IT WAS ME,

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[tahir lavender milatovic]

was there anything else that tahir milatovic would rather be doing on a hot summer day? not particularly, or at least, not anything that he could think of. most of his days consisted of going to school or stacking cans at the local walmart, so frolicking as he was with damian falconi seemed to be a good enough alternative. of course, the types of activities that he engaged in with damian vastly differed from his usual - piggy backs, petty theft and holding hands until his fingers felt like corndogs wasn't really the norm. however, damian's general excitement in regards to the rest of the world was undoubtedly infectious. the other boy just took on the world with an enormous grin and a dash of puppy-like enthusiasm which tahir found irresistable. sure, he was imaginative enough, but damian knew how to make everything around them appear just a little more extraordinary. add to that the fact that the falconi boy was also as cute as a button, and tahir was pretty smitten. of course, he hadn't yet admitted to such feelings to damian, but in a way, he didn't feel like he had to. surely, the other boy knew that he wasn't normally as affectionate as he was appearing to be? he doubted it really needed to be said, when everything that tahir was screamed a contradiction to who he was around damian.

all that aside, the youth was currently licking a cookies 'n cream ice cream cone with a deftness that was almost surprising. as each side of the ice cream began to streak with melted droplets of dairy, his tongue would flick out to catch them, before moving to tend to the others. damian, on the other hand, was clearly having difficulties - all of which tahir was catching from the corner of his eye. although, his response was to simply shake his head and keep walking, only tuning when he heard the whine in damian's voice. damiiiiannnn. as his eyes took in the disaster that the other boy had created, tahir laughed, turning to head back towards him. i can see that. pausing to lick his own ice cream which was taking advantage of his lapse of attention by dangerously dripping onto the wafer, he smirked, rolling his eyes, okay, okay, calm down bambi... hold still. curling his fingers around damian's wrist, he tugged the other boy closer, before leaning in with that same cheeky look on his face. to an untrained eye, it might have looked as if he had been going in for a pash, but tahir's lips missed that mark and instead set to work with licking damian's ice cream until it was under control. there. stop licking them, it'll only make them stickier!

although, with that said, it didn't seem as if damian's situation could get any sticker - the ice cream was pretty much on every surface of his body, and tahir was finding it hard to resist licking the stuff off himself. wait, i reckon i've got a tissue... digging around in his shorts momentarily, the youth procured a somewhat ratty tissue and offered it to him. it probably wouldn't do much, but he figured it was better then nothing. turning away and licking his ice cream again, he looked back, chuckling yet again, and if you don't look after that ice cream, i'm gonna eat it myself! it seemed to be a sound enough threat - there wasn't much else that damian appreciated more than confectionary, so the fear of getting his ice cream confiscated would probably lead to his sudden ability to eat it properly.

WEARING
(will pretty this all up l8r omg)

[DAMIAN SILVANUS FALCONI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] with my hands on your waist, WHILE WE DANCE IN THE MOONLIGHT I WISH IT WAS ME THAT YOU'LL CALL LATER ON, [style=background-color: #5A64D9; width: 200px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: 270px;]DAHIR, 645, WEARING, ;3; [/style] Looking into the future wasn’t something that Damian was really good at, and no not the magical crystal ball kind of looking into the future. He didn’t even plan a single day ahead, let alone years. There was no deep rooted reason for this. He wasn’t scared to think ahead or plan ahead. He wasn’t afraid of what might face him. He just didn’t really feel like it. Why dwell on things that might happen when he had things to think about right now? But there was one thing that Damian could see for sure and that was that he wanted something more to develop with him and Tahir. Dami wasn’t quite sure what. He wasn’t even sure what they were right now. But he knew that he didn’t want it—whatever it was—to stop and he wanted to be able to tell his future children the story of Tahir. He wanted it to be a good story too, something that would have them on the edge of their sweats while he told the tale. The other boy was just so handsome and alluring and even though he didn’t smile nearly enough it didn’t matter because it was still such a magical person. The fact that he didn’t turn and walk away upon seeing Damian so messy and sticky said enough. It was always never ending fun to be with Tahir, even if all they were doing was cuddling on the couch watching a movie neither of them were all that interested in. He liked hearing Tahir say his name. He liked that they had special nicknames for each other that not very many people got to use. He liked being the Bambi to the other’s Flower. It made their friendship—or whatever it was—feel even more special. He liked that in his phone’s contacts Tahir was labeled as simply “Flower” and whenever people sifted through his contacts they always questioned why a Disney character was in there. As of yet there were no complaints about the way that they were, simply a desire to be a bit more. “I am calm!”

[/color] he insisted, almost starting to flail when he remembered how messy he was. Flailing would be the first possible idea. Well, sticking his hands in the sand would be worse than flailing but why on earth would he do that? His eyes strayed down to watch Tahir’s hand curl around his own wrist, moving closer with immense obedience and simply watching what was unfolding. On one hand he was disappointed that Tahir didn’t do what was expected, on the other hand he was rather enjoying watching the tongue at work. Down, Damian. Calm down. Focus on what was important not what was wanted by your raging teenage hormones. “Thank you,”[/color] he swooned ever so slightly, leaning in to give Tahir a little kiss on the cheek. At the very least his face wasn’t covered in ice cream so it was safe to do.

Perhaps he should just wash his hands off in the water. That would be easier and it meant the opportunity to shove Tahir in. The tissue helped but not by very much so Daman simply shoved the tissue into his pocket and set to work on finishing his ice cream. “You have your own!”[/color] As cute and sexy as Tahir was he was not permitted to steal ice cream! How rude! “Let’s head for the water,”[/color] he suggested. “By the time we get there we’ll be done our ice cream and I can wash my hands.”[/color] He wanted clean hands so he could hold the other boy’s once again. “Unless you’d rather I use your nice shirt as a towel.”[/color] He had that cheeky crooked grin plastered on his boyish face and that impish sparkle in his eyes. He was up to something. Wheels were turning and mischief was being plotted.

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cause you wanna say good night,
TEARING ME APART CAUSE DON'T YOU SEE WHENEVER YOU KISS HIM I WISH IT WAS ME,

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