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Dorian was surprised to find himself in the other's arms, and he didn't think it was entirely unpleasant. Nuzzling slightly closer to Joey he looked up at the other boy as he spoke, not really sure what he was supposed to say in reply. He stayed silent for a moment, looking anywhere but at Joey. But you'd like be better if I was a woman, wouldn't you? That's what you meant...that I wasn't enough...

Dorian paused and slowly untangled himself from the other boy so he could face Joey properly. Do you actually like me? Or are you just playing along because you know I'm easy? Dorian asked seriously, trying to lock eyes with the other for an honest answer. I don't mind if you are playing along, I'd just like to know where I stand. Surgery is a big deal, and I want to make sure you wouldn't abandon me like everyone else.

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Joey had to pause a moment, and actually think. Would it be better if Dorian got surgery? Would he still be the same Dorian? Joey didn't like the idea of gender reassignment, but this wasn't about him. He shifted a bit, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Dorian," Joey started, hesitantly. Poor, sweet Dorian. "I really like you, a lot. And not because you're easy. Not because you have money. Not for the million stupid reasons you think everyone is friends with you for. I like you because you are Dorian, and I've never met anyone so exciting and fun to be around!" He said, grinning proudly at his long speech. "If you think that you will be more happy as a woman, I'm behind you all the way. I won't leave you, I promise," He brushed Dorian's cheek with his fingertips and leaned in, pecking the boy's nose. 

He stood up from the bed and looked around. "I didn't make you sleep on the floor, did I?" A flash of guilt very obvious in his wavering voice.

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Dorian listened, keeping quest until he was sure Joey had finished talking. Getting to his feet he locked his fingers in with the other boy's and turned Joey around so they were facing each other again. He blushed slightly as he leant forward, standing on the tips of his toes so he could give Joey a proper kiss. You better not go back on your promises, Dorian said softly, pressing himself against Joey's chest and pulling the other boy's arms around him.

He giggled at the boy's next question and buried his face in the crook of Joey's neck. No, you didn't make me. I just thought it would be better if I stayed in here in case you woke up and didn't know where you were. I didn't think crawling into bed with you would be the best idea... Dorian kissed the underside of Joey's chin before pulling away from the other boy. I don't want to become a girl...but I don't want you to always be looking for more, he said suddenly, as if the thought had just come to him. I don't want to keep getting hurt, or rejected.

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He couldn't help but snigger as Dorian leaned on his tiptoes. Short people. How adorable. He bent his neck and shoulders slightly to help the other boy's efforts. As Dorian kissed him, Joey remembered his dream in one of those split-second flash backs. Well, that's never going to happen, he thought logically. Only in your dreams, Joe.

"I'm surprised at you," He said referring to the frail princess-like boy having to sleep on the floor, and he grinned, though not for any reason Dorian might guess. Joey secured his hands around the blonde, just to have him pull away again moments later. "I won't. I mean, why would I? I lo-like you, more than anyone I've ever met before." Rejection? Who could reject Dorian? All it took was a glass of liquor and Joey knew he was putty in anyone's hands, so he imagined other people were the same way; putty. In Dorian's fabulously manicured hands. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you," He said, unsure if he was the sole cause of Dorian's distress. "But I promise I'll be there for you from now on," Joey took a step to Dorian, and wrapped his arms around the other's waist.

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Dorian didn't know what to say. He blushed looked down at the floor as Joey stepped closer. When he felt the other's arms around him he looked up, smiling slightly, I like you too, he said simply, bringing his arms up and around Joey's neck so he could pull the other boy a little closer. And...and it doesn't matter...about what happened with Lacey...we can...just start again, yeah? Dorian asked, hoping that Joey would agree and they could just start a clean page together.

He kissed the underside of the boy's chin and smiled up at Joey, biting his bottom lip and letting the skin graze through his teeth. So...do you want to go out somewhere? You still owe me a drive in your car, Dorian offered, looking down and remembering he was still in his skimpy pyjamas.

He wriggled free of Joey once more, giggling at the other boy before opening the door to what looked like a basic cupboard. But was actually Dorian's walk in wardrobe, that could have double up as a clothes store with the amount of items that were there. Hmmm... Dorian began running his hands over the clothes. Well, it is sunny... he reasoned before picking out his outfit for the day. Walking back up to Joey with the clothes in his arms he turned the boy around and kisses the back of his neck, Close your eyes, he grinned, as he started to get dressed.

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Joey cringed ever so slightly when Dorian mentioned Lacey, but he turned it into a nod, and hoped the blonde hadn't noticed his reaction. "Of course, start over. That sounds," He stopped to take a breath, his chest cavity expanding quite a bit with the large intake of air. "It sounds perfect,"

He couldn't help but smile as Dorian disappeared into his closet and reappeared with a bundle of clothing, then coyly told him not to look. Humans can resist anything, except temptation. His smile lingered on his lips as he casually turned his chin upward, evidently glancing at the ceiling. "Oh right, hmm." His car. He scratched his scalp, while attempting to raise an eyebrow. 

"Where were you thinking?" He asked, spinning around and dropping his gaze back to the blonde, who was almost dressed. Oh well, Joey thought, Dorian doesn't mind the attention. "I mean, you'll have to help me find the damn thing first," He added, laughing at his own stupidity.

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Dorian smiled softly, interlocking his fingers with Joey as he looked up at the other boy. Was this really happening? Dorian blinked owlishly for a moment before his head caught up with his actions. Who was he kidding? Joey didn't like him. Joey liked the cheap drinks and the sex. But Dorian found he didn't mind as much as he should have done. At least Joey was able to make him happy, and he hoped he could do the same in return. He wouldn't worry about the day Joey found someone else, he would just worry about today - and today they had to find Joey's car.

Come on then, he said, plastering when he hoped was an honest grin on his face as he pulled Joey out of his room and down the corridor. George was just coming out of the spare room as Dorian skipped past him. He asked if Dorian needed a lift anywhere, but the small blonde declined, he needed the exercise. Biting his lip he slid gracefully down the bannister and onto the wooden floor, his heels clicking as he found his balance. Do you remember where you last had it? Would it still be at the bar? Dorian asked, picking up a bag and some money before swinging the front door open.

How long until Joey realised this wasn't what he wanted?

Dorian turned on the front step, looking at the other boy for a moment. Still, it would be fun while it lasted...

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Dorian had forgiven him. Joey let out a soft, relieved sigh and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, still a bit sleepy. Or hungover. He wasn't sure which, since he never really experienced either. He felt Dorian take his other hand; the frail, delicate fingers being laced with his own. It felt right. For so long he'd gotten by with just cheap thrills and no real commitment, but now..Could he actually have found someone that he..loved? They hadn't known each other for long, but it seemed so perfect. 

Dorian led him along the hall, and then to an elegant staircase, on which he promptly slid down. I'm sure as fuck not trying that, Joey thought, taking the steps two at a time to catch up to the blonde. "Probably," He replied with an uncertain shrug. He wasn't sure if he even drove there. Oh well, it would give them time to be together. Without sex. Without distractions. 

He smiled faintly at this thought, and followed Dorian out the door, catching the other's hand and clasping it to his. Maybe this could work out after all.

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Dorian felt a light blush on his cheeks when he felt Joey's hand in his own. Well this was new - but nice. Warm, comforting even. He swung their hands back and fourth in front of them, giggling and squeezing the boy's hand lightly. He half turned to face the boy as they walked, his neat heels clocking one foot in front of the other. He really liked Joey - he knew that for sure, but what if Joey didn't like him back? What if this was all a game? Just a bit of fun, nothing serious. Dorian didn't want to fall into that trap.

I really like your jacket, by the way, I tried it on while you were sleeping, Dorian blushed a little more and tried to hide his smile with his free hand - he'd never like it anyway. Did you sleep alright? I was worried you were going to be sick, you were so drunk.

Dorian lead the way back to the nightclub where the clean-up operation from the night before was almost over. He smiled softly at the empty bottles and beer cans that were scattered across the car park. I can't see it, Dorian began, not letting go of Joey's hand as they looked around, But then, last time I saw it it was a heap of junk, he teased, sticking his tongue out at the other boy playfully. This was nice, just being out. Not having sex - oh god Dorian, what are you thinking?

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"I'm surprised you let me have it back," Joey said, tugging on his jacket's zipper a bit, and bumping into Dorian's side gently, sending his small frame skidding a few inches away, before pulling him back in close. Joey bit the inside of his cheek briefly, "I don't remember falling asleep, I just remember waking up and seeing an angel," Cheesy, but in his groggy, sleepy-hungover state, Dorian's blonde hair had seemed to shine with a supernatural glow, and his smooth face had looked even more perfect than usual. (And that was saying something) To a boy who wasn't quite in his right mind, Dorian had looked like an angel.

It seemed to fit, Joey thought. He couldn't find anything physically wrong with the other boy. Well, nothing that couldn't be fixed. Years of that ass, what was his name? Marco? Mark...Marcus, that's right. Marcus abused Dorian for years, and the blonde deserved better. A princess needed a prince, not a scary prison guard.

The world tilted slightly, but quickly, as they got to the bar. Oh god. Joey steadied himself casually against Dorian, and scanned the few remaining cars that had yet to be picked up or driven home. He picked out his almost new-looking black Sunfire easily. "Yeah, they did some crazy shit to the Beast," He joked, pulling Dorian over to the car, and unlocking the passenger's side. He hesitated, then held it open for the blonde, feeling somewhat confident in his motor skills. If he could drive from Beverly Hills to Vegas with no problems while completely stoned out of his mind, he could deal with a little hangover. Right?

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Dorian snorted and punched Joey lightly on the arm, An angel? Really? Is that the best you could do? he smirked, shaking his head and pulling his hair over one shoulder, twirling the ends between his fingers. He smiled slightly to himself, blushing as he thought more about what Joey had just said. He'd never been described as an angel before, in face he hadn't really had many honest compliments. He bit his tongue for a moment - a brief flash of doubt crossing his mind, what if Joey wasn't being honest? Dorian blinked slowly, looking at the floor for a moment - he needed to get over this, learn to trust people more. Otherwise a relationship would never work.

He smiled and shook his head when Joey opened the passenger seat door, I think I'd like to live a few more years, thanks. he teased, standing on the tips of his toes to kiss Joey's nose. Unless you wanna fuck me in the back seat, I vote we go and grab a coffee or something before you drive anywhere, Dorian offered, playing with the hem of his shirt and tucking a stray bit of hair from his face.

He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, thinking about what Joey had said earlier - maybe Dorian would ask, no that would be silly...and Dorian knew he didn't take rejection very well. Maybe he'd wait and see if Joey asked - but then what if Joey was waiting for him to ask? Would they just be going around in circles. Dorian felt the blush growing on his cheeks just thinking about it. How embarrassing.

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The darker haired boy winced melodramatically as Dorian slugged him in the arm, and he drew up his face, feigning pain and rejection. "Hey, I thought it was good!" He exclaimed, defending his statement. "I guess I'll have to think of something else then?" Sighing, he leaned on the door as Dorian spoke. Why was it always so tempting to go with the first option? Joey grinned and pondered his choices.

He took a step toward the blonde, pushing him back against the side of the car, letting his hands dance along the thin male's hips. "Why is it always one or the other? Why can't I have sex and coffee?" He placed his lips onto Dorian's smooth neck, and slid them up to the other's lips, slowly, his hands traveling at the same pace around the blonde's waist. He let his lips linger on Dorian's for a brief second, then pulled away, almost abruptly. Smiling, he shut the door, and grabbed Dorian's hand. 

"Starbucks okay with you?" He asked, walking away from his car. The nearest coffee shop was less than a block away, and Joey figured they could sit there for a while, chugging caffeinated drinks and chatting. 

Would it be totally absurd to ask-yes, it would. With Marcus so freshly out of the picture, Joey imagined Dorian would need a little time, maybe a rebound or two. And he wasn't too keen on being a rebound. But then again...the relationship had been, well, a little strange, and perhaps Dorian could just...Forget about it, Joey. He'd never say yes. Dorian is royalty, and you? You're nothing special.

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Dorian was about to speak when he suddenly found himself pressed up against the car, Joey's hands running over his body. He blushed, hands gripping onto the soft material of Joey's jacket. Gasping lightly he managed to take in a breath before he felt the other's lips on his own. Dorian's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, enjoying the closeness, even if Joey's hand were teasing his skin. As Joey pulled away, Dorian slowly opening his eyes, biting his lip and letting the skin slip through his teeth.

He frowned when Joey shut the door and began walking away, half dragging the blonde behind him. Asshole, Dorian smiled, bumping into Joey as he caught up with the other boy. You're paying, he added, his own way of getting back at the boy for ruining a perfectly romantic moment. Romance - Dorian hadn't had that in a long time.

He turned his attention back to Joey as they walked, leaning against the other boy for a little more support as he clicked along in his heels. So apparently there's another costume party going on at the student bar, are you going? he asked, rather boldly. But he was sure he needed to keep Joey's attention on him before someone else captured it.

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He scoffed a bit as Dorian caught up, but perked up and beamed with artificial happiness. "Anytime, beautiful," Joey said, letting the asshole comment fade into the wind. Dorian could probably shoot him and he'd still feel on top of the world. He suspected he'd have enough for them both, though wasn't 100% sure how much he had blown the previous night. Oh well. He was with Dorian, that's all that mattered. Perfect, beautiful, smart, Dorian. 

He sighed, and scrunched his nose a bit as Dorian spoke. A costume party? Never in this life would he ever be caught dead at one of those. Beautiful girls in tight outfits, boys without shirts, and alcohol everywhere.

"Dorian," Joey stopped walking and looked at the glamourous boy. "You know what happens when I drink..parties just aren't a good idea.." He trailed off, gaining a new idea in the middle of the sentence. "Unless, you wanted to go...?" Pathetic. Man up, Joseph. He scolded himself, silently. "I mean, do you want to go to the party with me?" He had a hopeful expression plastered on his face, and he swung their interlocked fingers nervously. 

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Dorian's eyes widened when he realised what Joey was asking. He blushed bright red and looked away, shaking his head for a moment. Like...a date? he asked, looked back at Joey and then down tot he floor. He couldn't believe it, his first date. He bit his lip and tried to control the red flush to his face.

He picked at the hem of his shirt, distracting himself for a moment before he realised Joey probably wanted an answer. I-I'd love to go with you. I mean, if you want to go. We don't have to...if you don't want to drink...I mean we could just stay indoors...or something. Dorian looked away, cursing under his breath. He'd never been this nervous - well except the time Marcus had hit him. But that had been a different kind of nerves.

Are you sure you'd like to go with me? Not...Lacey...or, or Bridgette? he asked, blushing again. This was is, Joey as going to realise that he didn't really want Dorian and walk away. It's okay, thought Dorian taking in a deep breath, I can handle it.

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