ShortFic Dylams : Dylan O'brien x Thomas Brodie-Sangster(15+)

*The content inside arises entirely from the imagination of the writer. Not related to any real events of the actors**

ShortFic Dylmas (Dylan x Thomas)

2 nights at apartment (2)

--View of Thomas --

The next day, I woke up early because I had a schedule to shoot early in the morning.

I rolled my head before standing up and twisting my body gently to relax myself. Immediately my eyes caught sight of Dylan, who had hidden himself to sleep on the sofa last night because the bed was taken over by me.

I stared at him who was still fast asleep and heard soft snoring coming out from time to time. His lips were slightly open, with small saliva stains at the corners of his mouth.

The scene in front of me made me chuckle lightly.

But it reminded me of last night.

...that I accidentally moaned for him to hear...

My face suddenly heated up and I shook my head violently. To bring consciousness back to myself

Every time I'm with Dylan he makes me not be myself like I used to be...

I tried to ignore it and decided to change the subject and wake him up instead.

"Deal...Deal has woken up."

I called out to him...but there was no response from the sleeping figure.

"Oh...!"

I laughed after Dylan woke up when I pinched his cheek.

"Severe early in the morning, Thomas."

"Well, you won't wake up yourself. I've called you many times," I said with a laugh in my throat. Then went to grab a towel so he could take a shower first.

Just a moment.

Dylan suddenly grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap.

Damn it, why does he always interrupt when I'm going to do something?

"good morning

my sun shine"

He said, gently nibbling on my ear and still not giving up. Put your nose on the back of my neck until it felt ticklish.

"Deal...!" I shouted at him again. Trying to hide some of the shyness in his voice.

It's nothing. I think that if he does this it will cause me to not be able to take a shower...

"What is it, Tom..." This time he moved his face up to speak next to my ear again.

"I told you not to call me Tom."

"Why?" Dylan started frowning.

"Once you can call me Deal, fine."

"Nah..." I said, but felt a little amused by the exaggerated grimace of the person in front of me.

Look, this guy is angry again...

Actually, I understand that it seems unfair to him. But...I don't know, I don't know how to explain it either....

"Or are you shy?"

His question made me pause a bit.

Ah..Yes, I'm embarrassed. I admit it. It seems like Dylan can see me....

No.

It's not just "looks like".

But Dylan has been looking at me for a long time.

Dylan, seeing that I still refused to answer him, smiled a little. Then he reached out and squeezed both of my cheeks until they were covering my mouth.

I looked at him in utter bewilderment, but at the moment when I didn't care, he took the opportunity to kiss me on the cheek. The warmth that touched my cheek just now made me feel like the temperature on my face was sizzling hot.

"Take it back just now, darling."

Dylan said, laughing so hard that I couldn't help but stare at him. until he let go of his hand

"Okay, okay, I accept it," Dylan replied, shaking with laughter. I saw his expression and pursed my lips, but that only made him laugh even harder. I lightly punched Deal on the shoulder before getting up to take a shower. During that time, I heard his laughter quieten down…

Dylan seemed to think I was being upset with him.

What, do you really think I'm upset with him too...?

The quiet situation I was facing right now while driving Dylan to his filming location made me feel quite uncomfortable. Because Dylan is usually the one chattering non-stop or humming the song I play in the car while rocking to myself. But right now it's quiet...very quiet...

I'm sure that this guy is really pissed off at me....

“So what time do you want me to pick you up?” I stopped the car when we reached his destination filming set. I glanced at Dylan through the windshield. I saw him looking down at the ground with a smooth expression on his face.

“About 5 o'clock is fine.”

"Okay, good luck, call me when you're done."

“Uh huh.”

Dylan answered shortly before opening the door and getting out of the car. I looked behind him as he stomped away before deciding to open the car window and call out to him.

“Deal”

His steps stopped but he didn't look back.

“Want to go out this evening?” I asked. Dylan was silent for a moment before answering without looking at me.

“.....What if I invite friends from the filming set to go along?”

"No, it's.....I mean spending time together....the two of them, like eating, watching movies, or something like that."

Dylan looked back at me with twinkling eyes and his typical toothless smile, open mouth.

"Go! Definitely go, Darling." I was happy that no matter what, this guy jumped up and pulled both of my cheeks again.

“Now I'm really depressed.”

Dylan smiled at me without saying a word before he glanced at the time on my watch, only to realize now that it was already late.

“Damn it, the staff complained, all hell will break loose. ” He complained and made a phone symbol with his hand. "I'll call you when I'm done."

I agreed before laughing softly as I watched his figure run away with an impatient expression.

...Damn Deal, you're so cute...

I think God was trying to tease me for this date.

Today, the whole day after I dropped Dylan off at his photo shoot, I had to stop by to be a photoshoot for a magazine column, and then something happened. The photographer's camera and equipment had problems and it took hours to find a repair shop, which further delayed the process.

By the time I finished all the work, it was more than 6:00 p.m. and the rain came down unsympathetically and of course when it rained, traffic jams followed.

By the time I was able to drive through all that hellish traffic, it was already 9:00 p.m.

wad

I got out of the car, feeling annoyed about the rain that had started to pick up a bit and was still falling in small amounts. I stomped my feet on the puddle-soaked road until I came across Deal, who was sleeping under the building where he came to work. On the way I was driving, Deal called to talk to me and said he could wait.

But I couldn't help but feel guilty because I was the one who invited him and he still came so late.

“My deal has arrived.” I sat next to him and bent slightly to nudge him. Dylan acted slightly annoyed before slowly opening his eyes. When he realized it was me, his eyes widened.

“Thomas...!I'm waiting for you until the roots grow. If it were a tree, I might even have leaves grow.....”

“Sorry Deal, I came in a hurry but the traffic was really bad...and the photographer on set had a bit of trouble.”

“I'm sorry…” I said honestly as I looked into his eyes. Deal looked at me as well and he smiled shyly.

“What, you're not doing anything wrong? Don't worry. A serious father.”

"I'm.....afraid you'll be upset like last evening."

Honestly, I'm still not sure why Dylan was so irritated with me last evening, even though I knew he was. This guy had never been like this before. The first time I saw this side of him was when we started dating.

“What?” Dylan raised his voice high before lowering his eyes, “Is that something.....”

"I've...never seen you like that," I decided to say. I really don't want to repeat what has already happened, but I would like to know more about Deal's identity.

....a different identity from when we were friends

"Would you like me to call you 'Tom'?"

“Oh...what....”

"Or just call me...darling or something like that." He trailed off a bit and took a breath.

“Or when I tease you and kiss you on the cheek, do you like it?”

“I....I know you might be shy but every time you reject me I just feel a little bad.”

“No...I didn't mean...” I tried to explain but Dylan suddenly pulled me into a hug. Fortunately, there aren't many people walking around here or I would have acted even more awkwardly. Imagine if someone saw both men hugging each other like this.

The coolness of the rain made me feel the warmth of the other person's embrace. Dylan rested his head on my shoulder and whispered.

“I won't ask you for anything like that...but please tell me if you're okay with me doing this.”

I remained silent, feeling the heat spread across my face.

“....And you....think that last night's kiss was just teasing you?”

“Dammit...we...we're both men.” I continued, feeling that my voice was faltering but I was smiling.

“....It's my first time with something like this. with men.... Don't you think I'm a little embarrassed?”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Really....do you think there's more to me than this?...!”

"......I'm embarrassed. Do you understand me?" I said the last sentence in a low voice.

Dylan loosened his hold on me and turned to look at me as if he was surprised and relieved.

"I think there's something wrong with you. You always make yourself difficult to discern, Thomas."

“You are thinking too much.”

“You are the one who likes to do things that are difficult to understand.”

We both looked at each other until I burst out laughing.

...but I heard Dylan's laugh too...

After laughing, Dylan rested his forehead on mine and spoke.

“Okay, let me conclude. We both think a lot together.”

“Probably so.”

"Then may I call you 'Tom'?"

"Well...it depends," I said, trying not to meet his eyes.

Dylan smiled and tried calling out to me.

"Tom...Tommy"

His face moved closer to mine before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. It was a lingering kiss, but it felt soft, different from our harsh, teasing kiss the night before. He gently brought his lips to my lips before letting out a small breath. Until I felt goosebumps.

“Uh....”

I moaned softly in my throat, trying to tilt my head to his rhythm.

But then we heard people talking loudly approaching.

“Oh, Dylan hasn't come home yet?”

Dylan and I almost immediately pushed ourselves away from each other. I looked away, trying to act as if nothing had happened just now. Dylan coughed slightly before giving a straight face to the passing staff, who all had puzzled expressions on their faces.

“Oh, I just wanted to catch a friend's car and go back. It was raining so I came late to pick it up.”

After the staff left, Dylan turned to look at me, rubbed his chin and spoke with a clearly embarrassed expression.

“We'd better go to our room.”

“As for the offensive side, I asked for it,” I said myself, but still let out a little laughter.

“This kind of thing comes down to Tommy's style.”

“What?”

I turned around and frowned at him, but the accused person suddenly sped away, leading me all the way to the car...

-END-

I apologize and thank you very much to those who waited for this fic in Dek Dee. I have come to update it.

TuT

There are a lot of problems with the sequel. Because the first episode was written live, I didn't think about it when I posted it. Plus, the Saint angle was very difficult to write.

Orz..

In the end, it was decided that it would be a clean ending. The mood of people just getting together and try to adapt to each other See another person in an angle you've never seen before.

Anyway, thanks again for those who came to read :)