It was only a kiss / Dorian

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

For the final time, he suspected, Joey found himself walking to Dorian's bedroom, following George. The look he had been given at the door had not been one of acceptance and welcoming. It was more 'Oh, it's you. I can't believe you had the nerve to come back here'. As the old man talked to Dorian through the door, Joey sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

Their relationship was far from average, and lately, the dark-haired boy had been tiring of Dorian's constant need for attention. He wasn't able to give the blonde everything he needed. Dorian lied, saying he was happy if Joey was happy, but anyone could tell it was bullshit. He needed someone who would give him purpose. As much as Joey hated to admit it, he was increasingly positive that person wasn't him.

Dorian had Perry, or whatever his name was. They could be happy together...snorting coke and having mindless sex. Right? The blonde would always have Marcus, Joey figured. The man had always popped up when he had claimed not to care about Dorian. What a lie. Joey was a bit careless, this was true, but he couldn't deny there was something between Marcus and Dorian. Something he would never understand. Nor did he wish to, really. 

Joey had tried to deny his feelings for Bridgette. Not very well, though he tried. To keep everyone happy than for anything else. Joey had been quite smitten with Dorian, and they had worked well together for the first few weeks. But it seemed like there was never any rest to the drama that was Dorian. And when he found himself alone with the blonde girl, he couldn't help himself. It was only a kiss. It couldn't have lasted more than three-alligators. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he had kissed her at all. And Dorian had seen. 

Joey stepped up next to George and hesitated, before calling to the blonde boy while he tested the doorknob. "Dorian, come on. Let me in," Finding it locked, he leaned against the doorframe and waited. "Please?"

Notes: Sorry this is shit<3 but at least it's done!

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[DORIAN MOORE]

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Dorian, Joey's here. He'd like to talk to you...Dorian?

The small blonde sat on his bed, legs curled up underneath him, eyes gazing owlishly at the door. He had locked it the moment the doorbell had rung, he didn't want visitors. Especially him. But Dorian knew he couldn't hide out in his room forever, as much as he wanted to. Even if, when he was alone in his room, he could pretend that everyone loved him, that everyone wanted to be his friend, that he could have whoever he wanted. It was his ideal life, sitting in his room wishing for other things. But it wasn't real. It wasn't healthy.

Slowly he slid off his bed and allowed his legs to walk him shakily to the door. His hand gripped the key when he hear Joey's voice. He seemed so calm, so collected - like he had rehearsed his part the same way Marcus had done. Dorian knew the moment he opened the door that Joey would leave him, single again. He rested his head on the door frame, leaving a moment or two of silence before he took a deep breath and clicked open the lock. Opening the door he watched George vanish down the hallway, giving the two boy's some privacy.

Looking up at Joey he smiled weakly, letting the boy enter his bedroom. Stumbling slightly he picked up a small box from the floor, gazing at it for a moment before handing it over to Joey. H-happy...happy Christmas, he mumbled, his chest already beginning to hold a dull ache. He tried to reason with himself that Joey had never really wanted him, and that this was all for the best.

Rubbing his forearm with his hand he started at the floor, the wall, anywhere but Joey's face. At least he already knew why Joey was there, what would have happened if he hadn't seen them? He'd be there, excited, happy, enjoying just being with Joey. Only to be shattered at the news. He had got over the worst of it now, the hurt. Something he was becoming used to feeling.

He looked up at Joey and put on a brave face, who had he been trying to fool anyway? He was nothing compared to her. Just a boy in a dress.

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[JOSEPH FRENCH]

The lock clicked open, to the tall brunette's surprise. Joey shut the door as he entered, and took a few steps into the room where he'd spent (probably too much) time during the past few months. It had been good, he decided. No regrets. Dorian was perfect, it was Joey who was flawed. Kissing a woman at the ball, while waiting for your boyfriend? That's pretty messed up. He deserved better. Someone who would treat him with love and respect. Like...Leo. He treated Dorian like a god. That's what the blonde boy needed.

Joey took the box in his hand, not opening it for a moment. Was he really going to do this? He fiddled with the ribbon, absentmindedly twisting the ribbon around his finger. Tugging at it slightly, it slipped off the package, and into his hand. He peeled back a corner, slowly, feeling, for a moment, like a child on Christmas morning. Forgetting how awful he felt. How Dorian must feel. Forgetting why he was there in the first place, he ripped off the rest of the paper, and opened the box, surveying the contents. Dorian's present was, as usual, fantastically well put-together. Joey had left the small plastic bag that held Dorian's christmas gift in the trunk of his car, under his seat. He had planned on giving it to the smaller boy after the ball. But after Bridgette...Joey wasn't sure if they were even still talking, much less giving gifts.

"I can't explain how sorry I am," Joey started, weakly, his fingers teasing a stray piece of wrapping paper. He'd never been the one cheating in the relationship, always the cheatee. How do you even begin to apologize for something like that? The girls who'd left him for other men had made it seem so easy. Like it was no big deal. "I shouldn't have, I mean, Bridgette...that shouldn't have happened." Joey sighed heavily.

He hadn't been thinking. This could've all been prevented. As much as it hurt him to do this to the delicate flower that was Dorian, there were better people out there for him.

One that wouldn't cheat on him with the girl that his boyfriend had promised wasn't a threat.

Just a friend.


Notes: As much as I ship Joette...Doey will ALWAYS have a place in my heart. (#thankjesusdoreoissocute)

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Dorian watched Joey opening his present, his eyes wide. He hoped the other boy liked them. Dorian had tried to think of everything that Joey loved and put it all in the box. He was distracted for a moment, his eyes looking anywhere but at Joey. He didn't want the feelings he had had before to return.

But it did.

He smiled softly, crossing his arms over his skinny body as if it was going to give him some protection for being so hurt. It's alright, he mumbled, turning his back on Joey fiddling intently with the bottom of his cardigan. I guess I always knew it was going to happen the moment she came into the picture.

He was biting his lip now, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill down his pale cheeks. I tried to keep it together, I thought...I thought you...well it doesn't matter now anyway. he said, his voice slipping into a whisper at the end.

Dorian sat down on the edge of his bed, looking up at Joey trying to stop his eyes from watering. He had a smile on his face, So I guess this is it, huh...you're going to walk away just like... Marcus.

He closed his eyes and buried his face in his arms, wiping his eyes roughly with the heels of his hands. I don't blame you, guess my mother was right.

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