Have You Forgotten? (Dorian)

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

For the past two hours, Joseph French had paced around his dorm room like a mad man. After dropping Bridgette off at her place, he had sat in his car in a near-by parking lot, listening to Avril on full blast and chain smoking. What could he say to Dorian to describe his feelings? How would he say it? What if it was misinterpreted? When he got back to his dorm, the tall boy had done everything that usually calmed his nerves; drank coffee, tried to play video games, he even resorted to meditation. But even that failed him. He slipped into the shower, and washed away the scent of cigarettes and the feeling of uncertainty. 

Everything would be fine. 

He would just tell Dorian the truth, and they would go from there.

Pulling on a clean pair of jeans, he almost jumped out of his skin when Dorian's text startled him back into reality. He kicked aside his dirty clothes, and his xbox controllers, and swung his door open, letting the cooler air flood past him. He stepped out into the hall, and continued to the parking lot, where he sat on the curb, waiting for Dorian with an unlit cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other.

As the sleek black car pulled up, Joey stood, trying to keep his senses. Just use your brain. Don't wimp out. He needs to know. Dorian got out of the car, looking absolutely stunning, as usual. Joey stepped up to him and embraced the other male, quite suddenly and out of character for him. He planted a small kiss on Dorian's lips, reached for his slim hand, and began pulling the blonde back to his dorm.


With the door closed behind them, Joey turned Dorian, holding up a hand, signaling him to wait. He had to get it all out before he exploded.

"I've been thinking a lot," He started, his words tumbling out over themselves. "And I just want you to know...that I love you. And I want you to be happy, and not living just to please me, or whatever," He paused, sitting down onto his bed, "I know we've had struggles, but I know this can work," Joey gestured between the two of them, "I just, I want to be with you," 

Notes: I originally was gonna have this be two posts...but it was too short. So I combined them. And it's still too short. Sorry. O.o

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Dorian had been rushed off his feet all night, dressing models, pinning in dresses, adding accessories, fixing hair and make-up. He hadn't known how much work went into a fashion show when you were just the designer - he thought you only had to give them the clothes, other people sorted everything else out. Maybe when you were famous, but a small time designer had to do all the work. Dorian had also been primped and changed and forced into things he had never worn before. A corset, really? But apparently some of the sponsors didn't realise he was actually a boy and were more likely to give him money if he was a woman, so he needed curves. Not too many, just enough. Luckily he was an expert in walking in heels and didn't fall flat on his face at the first turn.

He would find out in two weeks whether he had made any impact. He was already impatient. He looked at his phone and swore under his breath, he was already running late for meeting Joey. Oh god, what was the other boy going to say to him, that it was over? That he had thought about it and decided he only wanted women. Dorian was setting himself up for the worst. Biting his bottom lip he sent the text to Joey and called George to pick him up. Dresses and all.

The journey seemed to take longer than usual. Dorian started intently out of the window, trying to find a more comfortable position that didn't allow the corset to dig into his ribs. He had, honestly, never looked more feminine. Would Joey mind? Maybe he should change...but he didn't have the time. Fuck. Breathing slowly as they pulled into the college parking lot he tried to get his heartbeat under control. He saw Joey immediately, sitting on the curb. Oh, so he was going to do it outside and then ask Dorian to leave. That was fine, Dorian could handle that.

As George opened the door to the car, Dorian slipped out as gracefully as he could, wincing slightly as the corset pinched his skin. He needed to get it off, as soon as possible. Looking up at Joey he removed his sunglasses and threw them back into the car as George shut the door. Dorian was about to ask his butler to wait for him but Joey was already on his feet holding him and kissing him. Dorian melted almost immediately, allowing Joey to lead him wherever he wanted to go. I-I'll call you if I need to, he shouted back to George, who was already running the engine. Did the butler know more that he did?

Dorian followed Joey to his dorm, trying not to trip over any stairs. He saw other boys poking their heads out of their dorms when they heard the clicking of heels. But were sadly disappointed to find it was only Dorian. The blonde blushed and tried to hide behind Joey, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. Which was difficult, the way he looked.

When the entered Joey's dorm, Dorian was about to ask what was going on when he was silenced. He listened to Joey speak, his eyes widening slightly as he realised that the other boy wasn't dumping him at all. He slid down on the bed next to Joey, taking the other boy's hand in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze, I love you too, he whispered softly in the boy's ear, kissing Joey's cheek gently. And I am happy when I'm with you, look at you! Who wouldn't be? You're...fucking gorgeous and kind and lovely and beautiful and I want to be with you, more than anything else. he said, pressing his nose into the crook of Joey's neck.

Plus you're the best fuck I've ever had, he added lightly, turning Joey to face him so he could kiss the boy properly. I'm just...y'know...insecure about things, a lot of things, and I don't know how to get over it. he said after a moment, looking down at the floor instead of at Joey. and the whole...gender confused thing probably doesn't help, he said, pulling up his dress slightly to reveal the tops of his stockings. He bit his lip and smoothed the short dress down again, remembering the promise he had made to himself at the Halloween party - not to dress like a girl anymore, and just be a boy. How easily that promise had been broken. He just liked feeling pretty, and he never got that feeling when he was a boy.

I don't really understand it myself, sometimes, so I don't expect you to get it. he said, smiling and resting his head on Joey's shoulder. He sighed and traced his well manicured nails over Joey's leg, absent-mindedly drawing patterns in the material. He looked up at Joey for a moment, kissing the underside of his chin and smiling, this clearly wasn't as bad at Dorian had thought. The blonde breathed out slowly, closing his eyes as he rested his head on Joey's shoulder. Would you meet my mother one day? Like...if the moment came up?

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[JOSEPH FRENCH]

Word vomit. Sometimes it came over the dark-haired boy like any other phantom virus, causing him to talk way too much, or say the wrong words. And then left, just as quickly as it had came. Joey sat in silence, almost willing Dorian to respond with a faint smile and hopeful eyes. He held his breath, until the blonde spoke. 

Oh, thank god. 

Joey grinned as Dorian said he loved him back, and sighed from relief. His worries had lain with the fact that Dorian was a free spirit, and he always had someone new on his tail. Then there was Marcus. Joey wasn't quite sure what was up his ass, but dating Dorian wouldn't make anything better. Both Dorian and him were aware of that, but Joey was willing to be Marcus' punching bag for the chance to be with the most amazing person he'd ever met.

Dorian had turned the conversation to his gender, and Joey couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"I could care less if you showed up in sweatpants and an with no makeup; you're beautiful in every way, shape, and form. And I accept you, no matter what," He said, kissing Dorian's lips gently, and placing his hand on the other's thigh. Male or female, Dorian was still the same person, and Joey really didn't care what Dorian decided to do; it was his body, and as long as the blonde was happy, Joey was more than satisfied. 

The next question threw him off guard a bit. He'd never thought about the next step, what to do after Dorian and he were..together. He had somehow always imagined Dorian running back to that piece of shit Marcus, who would abuse him and use him. But now...anything was possible.
"Your mother? I...yes. I'd love to meet your mother if it comes up," If, being the keyword here, he thought silently, his fingers playing at the hem of Dorian's dress. 

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Dorian blushed horribly when Joey admitted to not caring about what he looked like. Boy or girl, it was all the same to Joey. Dorian had never had anyone say anything like that to him before. Not even Leo had admitted that - the dark haired boy had just said he was in love with Dorian. But then maybe the blonde hadn't given him a chance to...No. Joey had been the one to be courageous and ask him. Not anyone else. Dorian kissed Joey back, sliding the boy's hand further up his thigh. He smiled into the kiss, eyes flickering shut for a moment before he pulled away, leaving Joey's hand where it was.

He smiled and tried to hide more of his blush when he realised how stupid he had been for asking Joey to meet his mother, You don't have to...it's just, she's never really... believed I can do anything, being like this. She didn't think I'd ever find someone who loved me. he looked away for a moment and then back to Joey a smile back on his face and his blush well under control. It won't be for a while, I mean, she's still in England, but maybe if she comes over, he added as an after thought.

With a sigh he got to his feet and began fiddling with the side of his dress, clearly trying to unhook something. Turning his back to Joey he looked over his shoulder, moving his hair out of the way. Would you mind unzipping the back? I need to get this corset off before I suffocate, he giggled, remembering the underwear he was wearing. It was a gentle push to get Joey to take more control - Dorian hadn't quite got over the way Marcus always told him what to do. He just needed reminding that Joey wasn't going to do the same to him.

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[JOSEPH FRENCH]

They separated from the kiss, and Dorian's face fell to the blush he encountered, streaking his cheeks with color. Joey chuckled. "Well, guess she'll have to believe it now, huh?" Joey said winking and touching Dorian's hand, affectionately. He wasn't worried. Joey didn't worry over silly things like meeting parents. He'd been raised with manners and good etiquette, and the many hours of the coaches drilling it into him made it easy as pie to flip back on. The result? Parents usually loved him.

Slipping from his arms, Dorian began messing with the back of his dress, in obvious need of help. Joey stood and went to Dorian's rescue, fiddling with the zipper until it slid down. Why was something so simple so hard? Zippers were supposed to be idiot proof. He slid the dress off Dorian's body, and continued to remove the corset. 

"Why were you in this thing?" He asked, freeing Dorian from the tight grip of the material and smoothing his fingers against Dorian's skin, slightly pink from the effort to create something that was never meant to be. It was an ongoing battle in Joey's head. Tell Dorian. He's a boy. He doesn't need to dress like a girl to get attention, he has plenty of it. 

He parted his lips, about to speak, but instead craned his head to kiss Dorian's neck, wrapping his arms around his small waist. "How about we get out of these clothes, and make us both more comfortable?"

Notes: Lawlz this is cheesy. Sorry.

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Dorian couldn't deny that Joey really was a catch, and the blonde knew that the other boy would be able to charm his mother with ease. Joey was just that type of guy. He smiled to himself, remembering the last time his mother had unexpectedly arrived over from England and almost come face to face with Marcus. That had been an eventful night, trying to keep the two apart without either of them realising it.

The thin blonde breathed in and held onto this chest as the dress was undone. He was about to step out of the material when he felt the soft pressure of Joey's hands on the back of the corset. He blushed, but didn't say anything until it was removed and he was able to breath properly. Inspecting his skin he shrugged at Joey's question before thinking of a proper answer: Because it gives me curves. he said matter-of-factly as if it explained it all, Most of the sponsors at the fashion show think that women designers are better than men, so they're more likely to give them help than a male designer.

He turned in Joey's arms and smiled, his thin hands running over the boy's chest as he stood on the tips of his toes to kiss the other boy properly. Well, I'm already in my underwear...so I think you should just strip for me, he said softly, biting his bottom lip and letting the skin slip through his teeth.

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