Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-16 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, dylan hayes, marijuana |
Who: Dylan Hayes, Dave Henderson, and Marijuana
What: Cuddle time
When: Wednesday night
Where: Dave's apartment
When Dave posed the question, Dylan had been apprehensive at best, terrified at worst. Stay at his apartment until Marc - no, the god of Marijuana, it wouldn't do any good for him to try to push the facts out of his mind - returned with, yes, Heroin. Actually, Dylan's new revelation about the Drugs was part of his motivation for accepting the invitation. Despite the enormous marijuana leaf on Dave's door, Dylan could find solace in Dave's presence and Dave's presence only. They could laugh together despite it all, shoot up, make love, and just be, if they wanted, and they did. Between silly things - board games and Jenga - there was serious conversation, but mostly silly things, like when Dave had bested Dylan at Sorry and Dylan had simply upturned the pieces and tackled the older man to the couch, kissing him with a youthful, adoring fervor until he was too happy to kiss anymore, he could only smile and laugh and tangle his limbs with Dave's and rest his head on his chest with a grin.
"I win." Dylan said pleasantly, and pecked Dave on the cheek as if to prove his point.