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Post by ian on Jul 23, 2011 22:37:51 GMT -5
the previous night had been awkward, to say the least. it wasn't that it was bad it was just.. weird. noah and him had finally done what everyone had thought they'd done a long time ago. don't get me wrong, ian was really glad they had, it was just so weird to know that it had happened. he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to hold a regular conversation with noah for weeks, but he had to at least try to keep things normal between them before he let him slip too far away and he lost him. ian stared at the ice cream options in the grocery store, chewing on his lip. there had to be chocolate chip cookie dough somewhere.. ah. grabbing a pint of the ice cream, he headed to checkout and got only that before driving over to noah's house. he really needed to get his car in for an oil change after ily drove it cross-country.
that wasn't what was on his mind, though, as he pulled up to the familiar house. he'd dropped noah off at home that morning after the sleepover, giving him a piggy back ride to his room so his mom didn't question of he walked funny or anything. turning off his car and stuffing his keys into his pocket, ian walked up to the door and knocked, smiling to noah's mom when she opened the door. hi, mrs. conrad. i just felt like stopping in to visit noah.. i brought some ice cream for him. he smiled to the woman, who laughed at how much time the two of them spent together. licking at his lips, ian headed passed her and into noah's room after grabbing a spoon from the kitchen. he knocked gently on the door before stepping inside and closing it behind him, leaning against it and holding the ice cream so it was in noah's view. hey, i brought you some ice cream, he said, smiling gently.
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Post by noah rupert conrad on Jul 24, 2011 2:14:25 GMT -5
there were a lot of words noah could have used to describe how his night went, but the only one he could think of was awkward. it wasn't that he was regretting his decision, because he wouldn't think of taking back what they'd done. ian was everything he'd hoped for -- careful, respectful and gentle, but it didn't change the fact that noah just felt.. weird, to say the least. his body ached, he couldn't move without flinching, and his appetite was almost non-existent, which in itself was a shock considering his hunger always seemed to be never-ending. he'd been in bed the entire day, and couldn't quite decide whether or not his racing thoughts (or strange feelings) were something everyone went through after their first time.
with a muffled whimper, noah flipped onto his stomach and rested his head on his arms, closing his eyes briefly as the pain flared and settled again. crap.. he muttered, biting down on his lip as hard as he could. the new pain distracted him for a few seconds, but once the taste of iron filled his mouth, he knew he'd bitten down too hard. good job no-- he started, only to be cut off as he heard his door open and close. scrambling up in his bed, noah wiped furiously at his cut lip before flinching at the sudden movement. .. ow. he muttered, eyes settling on ian after he regained his composure. oh.. uh, thanks. he mumbled, running his hand through his hair nervously as he settled back into his bed to lie down.
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Post by ian on Jul 24, 2011 11:33:49 GMT -5
ian had been talking too quiet for his stammer to even be obvious to anyone who didn't know about it. then again, he hadn't exactly talked to anyone other than the cashier, noah's mom, and noah. he felt too weird to talk to ily or his parents, because he knew that it would be blatantly obvious that something had happened to make him so quiet. he hadn't exactly been mr. social lately, but noah brightened his mood ten times to the point where he was willing to actually talk. even at home, just thinking about noah made his mood better when he was stuck helping his dad with whatever stupid task he gave him. his family probably knew what had happened anyway, considering he'd kicked them all out of the house the previous night so noah could sleep over. it was pretty obvious what went down, but he knew that none of them would actually ask. well, ily would, but that's just ily being nosy like usual.
stomach twisting in a knot, ian went over and put the ice cream on noah's night stand, sitting down on the bed. he gently leaned over and kissed his cheek before sitting back up and chewing on his lip. his nerves were building up again and they weren't even doing anything. he was mostly nervous that noah didn't want to see him. but the way ian saw it, if they couldn't get passed the awkwardness of the first time, how were they going to get passed it the next time? eventually the awkwardness would wear off, ian knew that, but it was just.. weird. neither of them had exactly expected to be in this situation a few months ago, but here they were. do you.. uh.. need a-anything? he offered, staring down at his hands as he fidgeted with them.
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Post by noah rupert conrad on Jul 25, 2011 20:40:47 GMT -5
though he felt awkward, noah had been trying hard to make an effort to seem normal. every time his mom poked her head into his room, he smiled brightly and answered her questions with his usual enthusiasm before collapsing back into bed when she left. over the past few hours, noah had spent a lot of time snuggling with his pillows, taking the recommended dose of advil every few hours, and wishing he had the appetite for the cookies he had hidden under his bed. he knew that he'd feel better soon enough, and that the strangeness surrounding the whole situation would pass, but all he really wanted to do was cuddle up in bed again.
looking up at ian, noah offered a small smile as he kissed his cheek. uhm.. no, i don't think so. he answered, glancing at his night stand longingly. i mean.. if you wanted to maybe.. snuggle, or something.. he paused, licking his lips nervously, .. then i'd.. i'dlikethat. giving up on his lack of appetite, noah reached over to snatch the ice cream and spoon. as soon as the lid was taken off, his stomach grumbled and he giggled lightly, lips contorting into a goofy grin. i guess this is a good sign, right? he asked, dipping his spoon into the ice cream and shoveling it into his mouth.
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Post by ian on Jul 26, 2011 10:56:40 GMT -5
ian would never even considering hesitating to lay down next to noah, so he didn't. the second he mentioned snuggling, ian squeezed himself onto the bed and laid down facing him with a gentle smile. for someone who usually got pissed to the point of breaking his hand against walls, ian always felt at ease with noah around. the other boy could calm him down with just a simple smile. he blinked in shock for a moment at hearing noah's stomach grumble, laughing lightly. he stuck his finger into the ice cream, snatching some of it and popping it into his mouth with a nod. definitely a good sign, he agreed, grinning.
it was the little things like getting cookie dough ice cream that ian used to show how he felt without words. he didn't like talking much because of the stammer, so he usually just stuck to sneaking kisses and doing random little things for him. he'd never exactly been open about stuff, anyway. he had been the one of the group that was quiet, but girls thought they knew him anyway. he was the 'bad boy' that girls fawned over. honestly, he hated that everyone just judged him like that. their opinions changed when they saw him around noah, even before they'd gotten together. he'd always been protective of the younger guy, taking care of him and checking that he was okay when one of the guys upset him. it was just how ian was. when he cared, he really cared.
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Post by noah rupert conrad on Aug 3, 2011 23:45:27 GMT -5
with a bright smile, noah shifted awkwardly in his spot so his side was pressed up against the other boy's. even though he tried hard to keep his emotions in check around friends, noah found it hard to not be touching ian in some way -- whether it was holding his hand, sitting in his lap, or just their knees touching as they sat at the dinner table together, having ian close was comforting. noah had never been much of the clingy type before, but there was something about this new relationship that had turned him into the greatest cuddle monster of all time.
so, uhm.. how are you feeling? noah asked, licking the spoon before grabbing another mouthful. he wasn't exactly sure if it was the appropriate question to ask, but he hadn't been able to come up with anything else. but that wasn't to say the question wasn't genuine, because he did care about how ian felt, and he always wanted to make sure he was the happiest he could be.
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Post by ian on Aug 5, 2011 18:14:06 GMT -5
ever since meeting noah, ian had always had issues being away from him. he wanted to be close so he could protect him, even if he knew that noah could take care of himself. he just liked to help, which came as surprising to a lot of people. he'd always been the guy that acted like an ass to everyone, but that wasn't ian. noah could confirm that easily. ian just felt awkward being all lovey dovey with anyone but noah. even with his own family he wasn't a very open person, other than with ily with certain stuff.
ian smiled, tilting his head to the side a bit to get more comfortable. good. better n-now that i'm w-with you. he looked at the tub of ice cream, stealing another finger full to keep himself from blushing. he readjusted so he was laying lower instead of propping his neck up uncomfortably. closing his eyes, ian took a deep breath before opening his eyes again, more relaxed.
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