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It was morning, and the only reason I knew was that the light was shinning through the risen curtains. Trying to hide myself, did I end up being shined by both. On either side was a light, and nothing could be done about it either. Time must have continued to pass, and the only reason I had any clue of it doing so. Was because Daryl continued to trace his single finger to and from my waist and up my side.

Sending tingles that can only remind me of last night, and although there was the given forgetfulness cloudy portions. I can only imagine what I said or did in the equation. "Ya awake?" Nodding my head made him remove his ever gliding handoff to pull the hair away from my face and over my ear, no longer blocking the sunlight like I wanted it to. "I could lie here all day, but someone wanted a tattoo..." Letting out a groan, did I look him in the eyes sighing down to his chest as I needed both coffee and something to eat before we can get ink.

And off we were, finding a cute little dinner almost replicating the one back home. And before I knew it, the pricking pain was gone and we were on our way home from Atlanta. To be honest, I didn't want the day to end. But it was already Saturday night, not much else to do. And being trapped in the hotel room for any longer, would I have said 'yes' to more of his nightly activities. Instead, we found ourselves backtracking home, chain-smoking the entire way as I wouldn't be able to do it once I'd get home. 

Not unless I wanted to stick my head out the window, or sit on the roof.


I didn't get home all that late, maybe eight or so. And even then did he stick around to tinker with the bikes all the bit more. The light was bright enough to see what our hands were working with, all the more reason to get these hunks of junk out of the barn. "Ya know...we're almost done...And someones gotta test ride 'em." I warned him before and I'll say it again. "We're wearing helmets." He nodded in the instant, and I must admit. I think it would be a change of experience to ride with him. Alongside that is, the only time we ever did so was I was drinking at his house for the very first time.

Hard to believe that that friendship turned to this, dating and working on bikes together. Just have to finish the last touches, before taking them out to wherever Daryl deems worthy. And even then did he claim we can finish them by Wednesday, so that we can make alterations over the weekend. Given that they are due next Sunday.

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Funny enough, my mother knew about the tattoo. 'Sweetheart, I was young and dumb too.' I do admit to laughing at her honesty, but in addition to her knowing about the ink on my skin. She thought it was better than having the scars on my back continue to haunt me, and that it was a creative design. Nothing more than a triqutrea branching off as a tree on my back, it was everything I could image. And the pain wasn't there, considering the massive headache I had during the entire thing, don't think it was too smart to get drunk the night before.

But the entire night before was a whole other discussion, with me finally telling Daryl that him fighting and getting possessive just reminds me of him. Or even the events that lead up to me crying on his chest that night, the shower...Before the shower.

It was an odd conversation when we were fixing bikes, that I never did that or had that done to me before. And as tempting as the gears starting to spin in his brain was, I couldn't even imagine what more he wants to do.

As it did frighten me...It did compel my core to know more. Just the given factor that I'm out of birthday ideas for him, and nothing I can get him is better than the arrow necklace or the weekend away.

Speaking of the necklace, I haven't taken it off since. My mother was quick to comment on it, so I said my 'friend' gave it to me. And even if she doesn't believe me, she isn't in the loop enough to handle the drama of my relationship when she has Jarod's and Maddie's to candor to.

Currently, my hair was blowing past the passenger's seat I was sitting in. Daryl's hand giving a constant movement of his thumb digging deep, I loved the feeling and he was growing on providing me with it. 
Even with all the quietness, could I not think of a single god damn thing I could get for him for his birthday. What does he need/want? It's a big question, especially when he's done so much with me that I can't even begin to think of a clever way to- 

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Biting my finger down in sheer humor that he could fucking read my every thoughts. But I shook my head. 

"Just thinkin'." I didn't have to look to know that his shining white teeth were smiling, but just the quick glance told me again that he was. Of course, he was, he's giving me so much shit for starting to talk like him that it's getting out of hand.
"When ya start thinkin' I start worryin'...Don't tell me ya have second thoughts ya tattoo already." My chuckle came out more like a scoff as I suppressed it against my hand covering my mouth, guess it probably does worry him what I think about.
"No...I love it...Just- I don't know what to get you for your birthday..." I was kind of ashamed in saying it, but he was focusing on the turn. Looking back and forth to make sure not to hit anyone coming cars, but somehow he managed to say
"B, ya don't have to get me nothin'...I mean...Wouldn't mind that hotel night again, but ya already got me this jacket." Again did I hide my chuckle at the sheer remembrance of what happened over the weekend, instead of saying anything more, did I light the final cigarette before riding these bikes. 

To be honest, I was quite nervous. But I wasn't about to tell him that.

"You're having a party...Right?" It was his turn to laugh at my question, but I didn't have any sort of idea when his actual birthday is. But he nodded, all while watching the car alongside the many potholes in the dirt road. "Yeah, he said it's gonna be bigger than last year...Not too excited to see what he means back that." My eyes couldn't have widened more than they did, how much did his brother actually plan out? And I know I told him I was against everything, but if I allowed him to...

If I allowed him to do it to get out of his system, then we'd all be alright? I mean, he's turning twenty and how bad could it be if I'm there. I can calm him down, distract him. I don't know...So my mind was made up, but halted since we made it to the area in question.

It was just a long, very long driveway it seems. But as he went on off to unload the bikes, I took in favor of steadying the one on the ground as he unhooked the last one. "Think you're brothers going to have-"
"He'll probably have everythin' there...Don't worry, I'm not gonna touch anythin'...It's-" As we were both in the middle of lifting it, was the conversation paused until it touched the floor. My hands already one the steering reel, actually smiling at our said success.

"It's your birthday...And you should have fun...I'm not saying go hard on the coke, just...Just be careful about it." I must have confused him because he wasn't saying anything about it. He just stared to see if I was testing him.
"That's what got ya thinkin' in the car ride on over here?...Ya usually more talky than that bout somethin' this big." Shrugging as he handed me my helmet, securing it onto my head. Did I watch him put his one, safe and secure. All things considering, it was Jarod's helmet he bought with me all that time ago. I just didn't tell Daryl that, not yet anyway.

"Ya don't have to let me do nothin', ya said ya didn't like seein' me get angry...Ya haven't seen me high on anythin'...Turn into a dick." Letting my visor lift on up to see him clearly, did he follow in that pursuit. "I trust you..." Although he was trying to start it up, his eyes shot back on towards me when I let the words just fall out of my mouth.
"Sometimes I don't deserve that, just...Just think 'bout what ya lettin' me do." I nodded, but I made up my mind and I wasn't going to suddenly back out. 

But my mind into sudden ride mode the second I heard the start of his engine and the click of his visor falling back over his face, I too did the same. The only difference was I was just a moment behind him, missing all the bumps and pits. Along with not knowing the terrain, I wasn't in the full idea of getting thrown off the bike. Just one of us was just trying to show off, and the amount of times Daryl seemingly went on one wheel for the fraction of a second.

Did my heart stop, every single time he pushed himself forward to do so. "Show off!" I yelled, making him look on back to just do it once more. But he needed the speed to boost himself back into the air. So off he went, a good few yards in front of me to built power. However, the moment he found himself in the air, did his body just fall flat onto the ground behind him. As the bike drove on forward.

My heart clenched as I struggled to yell out his name, but there was nothing, absolutely not a movement coming from his fallen body. Making the engine roar did I rush forward, even more so did I allow my bike to skid to the side as I let it fall to the ground in an added moment given. 

As my knees crumpled down beside him, ripping off his helmet to reveal and all but the lifeless movement to fall back on down to his original position. Fuck. I don't know what to do. Having my finger press up again his neck did I feel his heart beating, and I allowed myself to breathe in that final moment. But if there was anything damaged I needed to know, by the looks of his hesitating breathing. I think he hurt his stomach.
Pulling the zipper of his jacket all the way down did I listen to his heartbeat again, but his breathing became a wheezing pattern. Chopping and not recognizable. "Ya wanna take ma pants off too?" He laughed, rising to sit up. And the first thought I had was to slap him, but that too was suppressed as I threw my arms over his shoulders in the effort to not give him any more physical pain.
"I fucking hate you."
"Nah...I think ya like me." He laughed again, at my dismay of fear. He fell off his damn bike and faked this. The only reason I knew is that his breathing was all choppy, trying to hold in his laugh. That he wasn't afraid of letting loose now.
"Shit Blake, don't cry over little ol' me." Removing my arms from the hug, did I still cup his cheeks to make sure he was alright. And to be honest, it was a smooth fall, Any sort of rock in the wrong place could have been an even worse fall. "What the hell gave you that idea?!" I yelled, just sitting right across from him. Hell, I was about to call the fucking ambulance, and to think I had to argue for us to wear helmets? "I didn't do it on purpose, well...all of it." He was stretching out his back, the fall probably hurt in the given sense. But everything else, his head of all things. Shouldn't be damaged. "Can ya check on the bike, gonna be screwed if it's broke."
"You're already screwed." His rusty chuckle appeared once more, even with the given sound of a lighter. Was he smoking a cigarette in this moment of time, blowing the large cloud of smoke around his body.

"Hun we've been screwin'!" He yelled, letting his voice project for I'm already halfway towards the bike, which...Lucky for us, it crashed into a thorn bush. Allowing it to be alright for the most part, guess the tires are the biggest question about it. But in light of what he said, I just allowed my hand to extent to my side, with my middle finger silently judging him to the point of no return.

Stepping up and over the given thorns to retrieve the bike, pulling it out of harms way before sitting on it. Starting up the engine to ride back on over, and especially since he was watching did I shake my head while allowing the stand to level it with us.
"Please...Don't do that again..." I warned, returning back towards him as I offered a hand. He laughed at my offer but took it otherwise, and as I yanked I'm on up. His tall frame just easily surpassing my own, did he pull out his cigarette. Blowing out to the side of his mouth and nodded. "Yes ma'am." I tried not to crack, so my stare stayed true until I turned back towards my own bike. Pulling the safety of my helmet over my own face, allowing my smile the ability to shine through now that he wouldn't be able to see it.

"Where are we going anyway?" I yelled, and as he turned to me his helmet barely over his head. Did he shout in response, "It's a surprise!" Before riding back on off, this time we rode side by side...For the most part that is, although it was a wondrous to see the ingrowing structure just smack in the middle of this wooded area, it was a good ten-minute drive to here. And at the speed we were going, a good three or four miles down the road. Allowing myself the moment to sit down and take in the beauty of it all, how nature just reclaimed this house back. A tree growing straight in the middle of the structure that I couldn't even imagine that it looks any better.

I was memorized by the whole thing that it took Daryl coming over to me to take off my helmet, and even then was I still infatuated by the details. The graffiti. So rising to my feet with the kickstand up, did I follow Daryl carefully inside the structure. "How many times have you smoked here?"
"This is where we used to throw the bonfire...Just easier to get caught, the fire and all." When he spoke he gestured with his hands on where everything might have been, the full give around. How people would sneak to the second and third floor to engage in what he called 'the hotel night,' so I only assume what he's done here as well.

It was different than he shared this place with me, funny enough I've been to a place similar to this. Probably why my question of if there were parties here came about. Because this is where I'd run off to if my responsibilities were too large at 'the house,' so I'd rewind here, in the sole custody of the stoners and druggies of the neighbors/school or town.

Although he was alright with sitting around and smoking, did I want to explore. Hard to imagine him seeing it through my eyes, the one I've been too was more destroyed. And if anything it was harder to get to, this was the perfect area to escape from. "Was gonna say we could purge here...But I think it'd ruin the place." I nodded in agreement, the last thing this place needs is another strain of it's moral. Especially ours, so instead did he lead me into the back. Where a greenhouse would have stayed, and in doing so was I leading. 

He's seen this hundred of times, both high and otherwise. But as I lost my balance, I took hold of whatever I could as I leveled on downward to the lower elevation below. Scraping my hand to whatever surface it took. "Blake?!" He yelled, and as the hiss escaped my throat, did I hold down my hand in pain and agony. "Ya alright?!"

"Yeah...I'm fine...Oh, motherfucker" I swore, only did so when I needed to get a point across. But this sharp and twisted pain continued to repeat over and over, drenching my free hand as it bled out. "Lemme see it...Christ Blake." His voice grew when he saw it, closing my eyes thinking the pain would stop. Did he press something against it, and letting my eyes peek open. Did I see a white cloth slowly turn the dark red of my blood as it now stabilized the pressure.
"I gotta a first aid kit in the pickup, Ima be right back. Stay here!" I nodded, seeing him run towards the bikes, just heading on into the distance as he raced to get the first aid kit. 

Keeping my hand just against my inner thigh, reliving it from pressure just for a moment made me groan once more in utter pain. To make matters all the bit better, it was my right hand. Making the cloth firm, did I begin to dive back on into the house the same way Daryl had taken me. So he wouldn't have to walk all the way through, before finding a responsible seat right on a fallen tree stump.

When I heard the wonderful sound of that familiar engine, did I hear his yelling and in response did I yell back. He was fairly calm about it all, especially when he's the one needing to help me this time around.
"How the hell did ya manage to cut yaself?" He laughed, placing the kit by my feet. Taking all the necessary equipment out before him, but there was no medical alcohol. Only whatever was in his flask. At this point, I was desperate enough to take it. "It's gonna sting like a bitch." He said, trying to clear the excess blood to surrounding it before dousing the entire thing. Making me jolt the sudden bit, gritting my teeth in dismay as he continued to apologize. 
The only enjoyable part was him passing me the flask, not to hold. But to drink, and sure enough. I took the swing, and the added two gulps to secure the rightful pain is set away. 

"Shit...I might have to sow it on up." He continued to look at it, but the moments his eyes met mine again. I nodded, allowing him to get the needle and thread ready to patch the thing up. "You ever do this before?"
"Think I got the money to go to a hospital Blake? Been fixin' myself up for years." I felt the poke enter my skin and continue to be sewn together, but I'm trying so hard to concentrate on the conversation that I gripped the flask off the floor and took another sip.

"Drink it all, barely halfway done here...That fence got ya good." Gritting my teeth, did his commentary of it did not help. But what I did was staring to the sky, or focusing on the little things around as I tried not to move any muscle as he continued to form the procedure.

"Tables have turned...You're fixing up my hand." Trying to make a joke, but to be honest. I think it was just the burning of the back of my throat that began to spoke out loud for the first time. "Don't like seein' ya get hurt hun..." He whispered, but the second I heard the scissor snip did I let out the breath I've been holding since he last spoke.
"Aight. Just gonna wrap it up. Then ya'll be all set."
"Thanks Doc." I chuckled at my own joke, just looking at the work he did to my hand. Although it was shakey, he found the patience to finish the task. And rewarding himself with a swing of the drink before passing it off to me.

"Ya a south paw?" He asked, and I was in no words of complying. Making me ask what he meant by that. "Ya left handed?" Finally understanding it, did I shake my head. And he cursed for me as he soon came to realize that's my dominant hand. "Guess we're gonna have to put my birthday gift on hold huh?" However he managed to make a joke out of the situation, he did. Causing me laugh in the middle of this abandoned mansion, how the hell did he do it?

"My mom's gonna kill me..." I mumble, still moving about my hand as he wraps the thin layer of cloth to keep it away from any more harm. "Nah...Think ya good. Besides, stitches ain't that bad...Just gonna leave a nasty scar." Letting out a huff of trapped air, did I not think about how permeant this would be. And just like the added bunch, am I sure that this won't heal correctly. We were in an odd position now, especially when he handed me a cigarette. My non-dominant hand was having trouble flicking the burnt up ashes at the end, making me all the bit lazier in just twisting it to the rock I was sitting on. "So...What brought this place back in action?" 

"Thought ya'd like it...Shitty luck that ya tripped." I continued to chuckle on along, it was funny. I'll admit, but after the thought of not being able to write on this hand for the given second. I really and truly thought that I'd be screwed. 

"Are ya serious...Bout lettin' me do-"
"That sounds really bad... 'me letting you,'" Him sitting below me, did I scratch his hand like a dog, and just like a mutt did he rest his head down against my knee. Sort of cute in a way, even when I stopped for a moment to let my cigarette fling lose into the air did he turn slightly back to see what had stopped me from scratching his head. 

 "Ya gonna be there anyway, can unwind, take a lil break from all this shit." With nothing occupying my other hand now, did I lean forward to his resting head. Pulling all the bit backward for him to look up. "I...I was hoping I was going to be ready by the time your birthday rolls around but-"
"Nuh uh, nah...Babe I want ya to be ready," As much as I wanted to laugh at his honesty, there was something he was hiding. I know it must be frustrating, guys need their daily jerk off, only gets me to wonder how many times he's...Done the deed to himself, while thinking of me.

"Don't make that face...Can't help myself if ya make that face." Closing my eyes and trying to mentally erase the picture in my head of- "Now...I wanna know what you're thinkin' bout. And don't say it's a present cause-" As I opened my mouth to respond, he stopped in an instant. How in the right mind do I tell him I was thinking of him jerking off in his spare time. There isn't any possible-
"My new year's resolution was to figure ya out...But ya won't let me in." 
Why did I feel like the child with him pouting? How in the hell did we manage that one, even with his hand enacting another cigarette to smoke. Did I get the smallest hint of how to tell him, so rising to my feet, and sitting right onto his stretched out legs, as I leaned on in and took his cigarette right from his mouth.

Allowing my lungs to suck in the air, before breathing behind his ear as I slowed leaned in.
"I couldn't help but think...How many times you've thought about..." I assumed he would have hissed, or even swore at me for even toying with him again. But his hands just found their way back towards my ass. Allowing himself the given moment of feeling it, before reacting like I would have predicted in the first place. "Why'd ya never-"
"Fuck before? I don't know D, thought I'd save myself for someone." 

He fell perfectly into my own trap, or I into his. Especially when he leaned close into my neck, licking, nipping and kissing the same individual spot receptively.
"Never had a guy do...this to ya before?" As he continued to kiss to the center of my neck, did he find his utter mission to fall down towards my breasts in a response to being too flirty.
"I know whatcha like...Can't tease me no more hun."
"It was just a thought." Letting his growing hair on his chin just brush up and down my neck, feeling him in between my breast was I remembering what was just there is coming few days of it all. 

"Ya ever think bout us..?" I let out a humming sound as I rocked forward in the movement of his hands were issuing. And as I saw my bandaged hand was my explanation revealed. "It's going to be a challenge now." When the words left my mouth at a steady pace did he groan, and I wasn't doing anything more than mumble the few simple words of what I do in my free time.

Were they a lie? Were they the truth?

A little bit of both.

But his imagination skyrocketed for him to just sigh in between my boobs as I pulled him in closer. "You asked."
"Yeah...That's on me..."

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Date Posted:  02-11-18 // Time: 3:05
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