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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 8:07 am
Shiloh was always amazed at Ian's innate ability to go from goofball to suave boyfriend who said things that made him swoon, that made his head feel light and his cheeks turn as pink as his hair. And he always said those things so genuinely, with such an earnestness and desire, so it was hard not to believe him, as Ian leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Shiloh wanted to believe him anyway, his innate ability being his incredible gullible nature, a naiveness derived from wanting to only see the good in people. It could be problematic but right now, with his hand squeezed around Ian's as he led him down the hallway, things were good. He let go of Ian's hand to open his door once they'd reached it, and he held it open for Ian with the edge of his heel after he's pushed inside. His room hadn't changed much, if at all since Ian had last seen it. It was a bit messier in places, perhaps, rumpled sheets on the bed and clothing strewn over furniture but all in all it gave the impression that the only thing Shiloh had used it for was sleeping and a change of clothes. There were still traces of Ian that had lingered after he'd disappeared, a book on the nightstand, a shirt, a pair of shoes kicked under the bed in a nastier moment. Shiloh hadn't had the heart to touch them, he might have eventually but now, as he spotted those little things, because they'd been the first thing to catch his eye for the past month, he was glad that eventually had never come. "Uh, maybe just set stuff on the bed for now? We're gonna have to organize everything anyway so we can just do it all at once after, right?" He smiled at Ian, or at the stack of clothes that was currently hiding Ian. The books, contrary to what he'd just said, he set on the desk, pushing what was already there to one side. "And next trip, take less! As if I'm not going to worry about you, your arms are still probably healing you know and you just got out of the infirmary... Like heck I'm letting them have you again." Having deposited the books, he wandered over to Ian and promptly swatted him in the head. It was an affectionate, teasing gesture and he followed it up with a kiss to Ian's cheek. "Just be careful okay? And if you need help, ask."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 1:01 pm
By the time they reached Shiloh's room, Ian's arms were aching slightly under the weight of the clothing that, admittedly, had been a little too much for him to carry (though he wasn't about to admit to it anytime soon). As much as he'd liked to believe that he was back to his normal strength, he wasn't. not yet, and he was slightly winded by the effort.
Thankfully, it was not too far of a distance from one room to the other, and Ian stepped inside, immediately dumping the clothes into a messy heap on the bed even as Shiloh was telling him to do exactly that. He straightened, sweeping a hand through his short hair, and then put both hands on his hips, surveying the room. It was Shiloh's room - he'd been in it a million times, but now it was his and Shiloh's room. There would be two people occupying the space within, two people sharing that bed, the closet, the air, and it gave him a little thrill, Ian's stomach flip flopping.
He caught sight of one of his books on the desk and smiled a little, stepping towards Shiloh; who, a second later, smacked him in the head, though not particularly hard. This didn't stop Ian from letting out a whine, however, Ian rubbing at the spot and giving Shiloh a look like a kicked puppy. He was somewhat placated by the gentle kiss to his cheek, Ian reaching out to grab ahold of Shiloh and pull him back to him.
"Thanks," he said affectionately, and kissed him quickly before stepping back. "You always look after me, don't you?"
With a grin and a wink, Ian went back to the door.
"What's next? I think a few more clothes, some shoes, the desk stuff...oh, we should through a party!" he said brightly, grinning at Shiloh. "Well, maybe not a party party, but you know, invite some people over to help celebrate our newfound domesticity."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 1:55 pm
“I try,” Shiloh answered with wry sympathy. “It’s not easy.” He was smiling anyway, despite what he’d said. He found himself unable to stop smiling, even after Ian had pulled away from this kiss and his reach, his warmth still lingered on Shiloh’s skin and it was wonderful because it was real, Ian had really been there, it wasn’t his mind playing tricks or a phantom memory. He could look up, and Ian would be right there. He did look up, his heart feeling lighter than it had in awhile. However, when he did, of course, Ian was sure to not disappoint, and any deep thoughts Shiloh had been thinking were drowned out by laughter and a shake of his head in disbelief at his boyfriend. He strode over to the door and pushed Ian through it, hurrying him forward as punishment for the wink. It was cheesy and Shiloh was sure he’d never be able to pull off an expression like that but somehow Ian always seemed to make it work, it was a look that made him unsure of whether to giggle or jump him. At the very least, it endeared him to Shiloh more, no matter how much he protested, and it was Shiloh who lingered this time, his hands settled lightly onto Ian’s hips as he directed him and he made no move to move them away, leading Ian down the hallway just so. “Very smooth,” he teased. “Don’t forget the rest of your library either. Hmm, a party, huh?” At this point his hands did move, sliding over Ian’s hips and around his waist as he gently clung to him in an awkward sort of half-hug as they walked. Shiloh didn’t particularly care what it looked like, seized by the thought of throwing a party, a party to celebrate them. It’d been a long time since he’d partied at all but the last time had had an extremely fortunate outcome, in his opinion, so he was all for having another, even if they had to somehow fit it into their room instead of an entire basement. “Sounds like fun!” he said, already excitedly planning things in his head. “We’ll have to move stuff around, so maybe we can just put stuff away and leave the actual room arrangement until after, right, so there’s room if people want to hang out. Do you think we should get a couch? Do you think one would fit? And booze too, just a little, right?” He was grinning widely, nuzzling his face into the back of Ian’s shirt.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 4:43 pm
He gave Shiloh a sideways look. "Easy or not, you still manage to be my hero," he said, in a slightly exaggerated sort of way, Ian batting his eyes at his boyfriend - but there was a definite note of affection in his voice that mingled with the cheeky grin on his face. The sappiness was nearly overwhelming at this point, and maybe before everything had happened, Ian would have been hesitant about it, or even ashamed - but now it didn't matter, because now Shiloh was his and he could have cared less that their newly re-developed relationship was filled with cheesy jokes and overly sentimental adorations.
That was just the way he decided he liked it, and he fully intended to sweep Shiloh along with it.
He felt hands on his hips, Ian giving a little whine of protest as he was pushed out the door; he attempted to grab onto the door frame to keep from having to walk, but his grasp was deliberately slack and his fingers fell away, Ian allowing himself to be led back to his former room. Shiloh's arms wrapped around his waist and Ian put a hand over top of them to keep them where they were, smiling a little.
"We can invite Quinn and the others," said Ian brightly. "And Maebe of course, and definitely booze, because what's a party without good booze. A couch would be good, that way we can have a place for me to sleep when I'm in the doghouse," he added with a grin, winking at Shiloh. They'd reached his old room now (Ian was already starting to think of it in that way), and he pushed the door open and dragged Shiloh with him inside.
"Okay," he said, slinging an arm around Shiloh's waist and looking around the room. He pointed a bruised finger at each thing as he said it. "Desk stuff, rest of clothes, and there's probably been some things kicked under the bed too, might have to dig out whatever crap is under there."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 7:16 pm
It was an exaggeration from Shiloh’s point of view, for all he tried to be a hero, he didn’t think he’d yet managed anything particularly heroic and definitely not when it came to protecting his, well, prince, in this case. Not that it discouraged him to think that way, it just meant he’d have to try harder, do better and it was easier to cling to that bit of hope that maybe someday he could when Ian was grinning at him, when he knew Ian would be there to catch him if he fell. Sappiness or not, Shiloh loved every moment of it just as much as Ian and he had no intentions of stopping it. “Yeah, we can get the whole gang together, and of course Maebe, maybe, uh, you could ask the guys though?” His voice had dimmed a little, and he sounded almost shy. “I haven’t really talked to any of them lately, but it would be nice to see them…” It was his own fault, having sort of closed himself off long before anything had ever happened to their relationship, Shiloh had thrown himself into work and his exploits had left him with time and patience for only the people who lit up his life the most, and even then, more than half of that time had gone specifically to Ian because that time was the most precious to him. It always rejuvenated him in a way, to be around Ian, and it had always made the island work bearable, no matter how awful it got. Admittedly he was happy enough now, just to have that time back in his life but it would be nice too, to try and get back into the swing of things. He tucked himself against Ian’s arm for a moment, content to join him in surveying the room. “I’m almost afraid to look under the bed, there’s probably killer dust bunnies under there. I’ll let you tackle that one, and I’ll grab the clothes this time.” There were other reasons he didn’t want to look under the bed, but the thought was only fleeting and he pushed it away, unfurling himself from Ian's grasp to go inspect what was left to take from the closet.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 9:29 pm
"We can grab Quinn and Ripley and Jack and Finn," said Ian, ticking off names on his fingers as he spoke. "I should probably at least try and invite Marcus, though he's such a party pooper. But definitely the usual assembly of dorks and idiots."
He turned his head and gave Shiloh a reassuring smile, touching his face gently. "I can talk to them," he said, and stroked his fingers along Shy's cheek affectionately. "Granted, I haven't talked to anyone much lately either, what with my grand spiral into...well..."
His cheeks flushed slightly, Ian's expression rueful. "You know," he said, and then sighed, squeezing Shiloh tightly. "Good thing I have you to keep me out of trouble now," he said bracingly, and kissed the top of Shiloh's head, lingering there for a moment. Forever, hopefully, he finished inside of his head, though he didn't say anything aloud, merely kissed Shiloh's head again before letting go and stepping away. Ian let Shiloh move to the closet and Ian himself dropped down to his stomach, inching partway under the bed.
It was dusty, as he'd thought, but there wasn't as much as he'd thought there was, which was good. Ian rummaged around for a few moments, swiping a hand this way and that.
"A shoe," he said, voice slightly muffled, his head under the blankets that had half fallen off. "Some loose change, a toothbrush (how did that get there?), a shirt...two shirts...a book...another book..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 1:36 pm
“Marcus, that’s your cousin right?” Shiloh had never met the man, but Ian had surely mentioned him once or twice. He didn’t know what to make of Ian’s casting him as a party pooper, though it imagined it couldn't be any worse than if they invited other certain members of Ian’s family that currently occupied the island. “Invite him anyway, maybe a change of pace would be good for him.” He was grateful for the gentle touch that found his face, leaning his cheek into Ian’s fingers. It seemed they’d both been neglecting their social circles for various reasons and Shiloh was touched that even after admitting that Ian was still willing to be the one to ask them, to be brave. He had always admired that about Ian, and ad found in him a strength he hoped he could find too someday. It pained him that Ian couldn’t see the virtues he possessed but if he faltered again, Shiloh was determined that time he’d be there to remind him, to help him see again. “We’ve got each other,” he reminded him now, smiling at him. “We’ll kick trouble to the curb.” Then he was free, and he stared into Ian’s closet, trying to figure out the best way to approach the clothes situation. Unlike Ian, his arms were perfectly fine and when he turned around finally it was with a pile that nearly towered over his head. “I think that’s everything… Does the shoe have a mate anywhere? Maybe I missed it in the closet…” He was not surprised in the least that Ian had managed to find more books, almost certain that there would be more hiding with the desk too, when they finally got to it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 9:31 pm
The pat several months had not been easy on either of them; Ian wasn't about to try and pretend that it hadn't happened, that his attempted suicide (because that was what it was, even if putting a label on it made it harder to bear) was just a mistake (even though it was). It had been less him trying to kill himself and more him not caring if he had lived - but that had all changed, and in his heart, he had never really wanted to die, only tried to make himself believe that it was easier that way, that it was less painful to feel nothing at all than to be crushed beneath the weight of the emotions he carried inside of him.
He still felt suffocated sometimes by everything, but it was becoming easier now, especially with Shiloh willing to give him a second chance. If that had not happened; if Shiloh had told him that he wanted nothing more to do with him, he probably would have been able to survive, to respect his wishes and wish for his happiness, but it would have been all the more painful, all the more agonizing.
He needed Shiloh Parish, and that was that.
"Yeah, my cousin," said Ian. "He's kind of a straight edge, y'know? He follows the rules, and he's a hardass. But he's, you know, a hard worker, I guess. I still don't know much about him, to be honest," Ian added, scratching his head. "He doesn't really seem to think the same way as I do, but we barely know each other as it is, so maybe that'll change."
He burrowed beneath the bed and shoved more things out from beneath it, wheezing a little from the dust. "Only one shoe," said Ian, frowning at it in the dark. "It's a sandal. I don't know where the ******** it came from, since I can't remember the last time I wore sa...oh, no wait, I borrowed a pair from the lost and found the other day, I figured no one would notice if it was missing. I got tired of wearing closed-toed shoes."
Ian tossed it over his shoulder and finally emerged from beneath the bed, covered in dust and looking vaguely triumphant. There were a few more books in his hand, as well as an old, very gross looking plastic container that maybe had once been peanut butter, but now looked as though it was some sort of fuzzy green habitat for infection.
"Uh," said Ian. "That is gross."
He hastily tossed it over his shoulder and grabbed up the loose books and several things from the desk, looking at Shiloh expectantly and smiling brightly, as though he had not just found a moldy jar of peanut butter beneath his bed.
"I think after this we just need one more round."
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 5:10 pm
They’d both had their share of trials, on the Island and before, there was no discounting that. Yet they’d dealt with it in different ways, Shiloh never at a loss for words as though mindless chatter might somehow mend their problems, might fill in the gaps and pauses that had cracked their way beneath the surface of their relationship. It hadn’t, it was a hasty paint-over instead of a solution, a poor excuse for real communication. It was shy, it was afraid to probe deeper. Maybe it was because he didn't trust himself, maybe he’d worried that he wouldn’t be able to handle what he’d found when he did. But if he regretted anything, it was just sitting back, letting things slide. Going with the flow was great motto for vacations but not so much for the rest of reality. And when he considered the reality he’d come close to, a reality where Ian might not have existed, it made him want to work all that much harder. Even if it meant picking up possibly toxic peanut butter. “That is disgusting,” Shiloh said, peeking over the pile of clothes. “You can’t just leave it there, it’s liable to grow something that’ll come back to kill us.” He was pretty sure that wouldn’t actually happen, but he’d immediately recognized what was left of the label on the jar and the last thing he needed was to be responsible for peanut butter titans. He set the clothes on Ian’s bed, careful not to topple them over. The lone sandal was conveniently nearby and he picked it up, stalking warily over to where Ian had tossed the jar, one hand with the sand, the other pinching his nose. “You’re right, this is so gross. This is disgusting.” He’d picked it up with the heel of the shoe, the contents inside squishing around and making a very discomforting sound. “Wanna see it again?” he grinned, the opportunity to tease Ian outweighing the nausea rolling over him as he waved the sandal-jar closer and closer to him. “I think we shared this once… We could always share it again…” Shiloh was having a great time inching closer and closer, until some of the fuzzy green habitat jostled its way onto his hand and he shrieked, throwing the jar away in a far more violent manner than Ian had managed. “Gross, gross, groooooooooss! It can stay, I changed my mind, I don’t care. Euuugh!” He reached over, wiping his hand generously on Ian’s arm before hastily scooping up his clothes, and running out the door, his grin renewed. “Love you!” He really did love him. He would even weather moldy peanut butter for him, if he really had to. He loved Ian, and he needed him as much as Ian needed him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 9:50 pm
"But I don't wanna touch it," Ian said in a not-so-quiet stage whisper. He gave Shiloh a bright, cheerful, totally innocent smile as he edged away from the offending jar and its toxic contents, dumping what was currently in his arms onto the bed and on top of the clothes pile with a clatter of noise. When he turned around again, Shiloh had picked up the peanut butter jar, and Ian gave it - and its current holder - a suspicious look.
"Nope, I'm good, I'm really definitely very good without needing to see it aga - get that away from me you brat - "
Ian scrambled over the bed, knocking books and clothes onto the floor in his haste to get away from the jar and Shiloh's teasing, outstretched hand. There was a shriek from Shiloh, however, and the peanut butter (or what had once been peanut butter), went flying. Ian let out a shout and ran back across the bed again, knocking into Shiloh as the latter attempted to wipe his hand on him.
And then he - and the clothes - were gone. Ian stared after him.
"Hey - no wait, you cheater - "
He grabbed up the things again messily into his arms and pelted out of the room full throttle without bothering to close the door behind him (it wasn't like there was anything to steal anymore anyway). When he got to Shiloh's room - their room - Ian dumped the pile of things haphazardly onto the floor and immediately threw his arms around Shiloh's waist, tackling him down to the ground.
"You totally suck," he said stubbornly, attempting to pin him down. "Leaving me alone with that nasty thing."
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 7:37 pm
Shiloh had barely set the clothes down on the bed when Ian intercepted him and, with little warning, set him on the ground. Shiloh hadn’t even had time to turn around and protect himself when he’d heard the footsteps thundering closer, and so he’d gone down in peals of surprised laughter, Ian’s arms wrapped around his waist. “No, no, no, don’t put it on my face,” he squealed, squirming underneath Ian. He didn’t even try to fend Ian off, knowing he had no chance, and that well, he deserved whatever he had coming, but that didn’t stop him from flailing about uselessly, holding up his hands in front of his face in case he was about to get a taste of his own medicine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist, but I didn’t plan for it to touch me and it was so gross Ian, it was all soft and fuzzy and kind of warm…” He shuddered, scrunching up his face with his eyes closed, so Ian knew just how disgusting it had been. It was his best attempt at sanctuary, since trying to wriggle free was getting him nowhere with Ian over top of him. It wasn’t the first time he’d wiped something awful on Ian, as the shirt he was wearing clearly evidenced, but in his defense he hadn’t really planned on it, it just sort of happened, like a reflex. That was better than being pre-meditated, right? Cautiously he opened one eye, peeking at Ian.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 9:16 pm
The laughter was wonderful to hear, and Ian was having a hard time trying to stifle his own, an expression of mock seriousness on his face as he struggled to push Shiloh down. He grappled with his hands and slid his fingers through Shiloh's, slowly but steadily pressing down until they were flat against the floor of the room, Ian straddling Shiloh's hips.
"Gross," said Ian decisively. "That was gross."
But truth be told, it was the pure silliness of the whole thing; the lighthearted ridiculousness of the situation that made Ian's heart race (even if his sleeve was now a breeding ground for bacteria. It was moments like these that made everything seem just right, and Ian bent over Shiloh until their faces were inches apart, grinning at him.
"That means you owe me," he said, and kissed the tip of his nose. "You so totally owe me, and now I have to get you back somehow."
He contemplated this for a few moments, and then said, "I'll think of something later. I think we're almost done moving stuff over and then we can get started putting stuff away. And then," Ian added dramatically, "When you least expect it - expect it."
Then he leaned down, almost like he was going to kiss Shiloh - and proceeded to pinch Shiloh's butt and rolled off of him, laughing manically as he ran out of the room again.sammpai ian is 4 years old inside
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 9:02 pm
That had been gross – it was infinitely gross. Shiloh had no arguments there, though it wasn’t like he had the choice of much argument at all, not with Ian firmly planted against his hips and his hands held captive against the floor. It was a position he didn’t mind under other circumstances, and he didn’t particularly mind now, as Ian grinned down at him. Shiloh’s heart was beating just as quickly in his chest, thumping with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration, as Ian leaned over, closer and closer. He was sure revenge was imminent, it had to be, but he had no idea what to expect, no idea what Ian was plotting. Both eyes were open now, wide and staring but the expression on Ian’s face was contagious, and he gave up feigning cowardice, especially when Ian ducked lower, pressing only a kiss to the end of his nose. If that was revenge, Shiloh thought, he’d take it and then some. “You’re not going to punish me now?” he asked coyly, looking pleased when Ian leaned down for what he was sure was a kiss, and what he was definitely sure was the best sort of revenge. The kiss, however, never came. Shiloh was left hanging, eyes closed and lips pursed in waiting like some sort of fairytale character. Instead he found his butt pinched and it was with a yelp that he scrambled away and to his feet, suddenly free. The only trace left of Ian was the laughter echoing down the hall and Shiloh couldn’t help but laugh too, running out of the room after him. “Expect this,” he yelled as he chased after him, attempting to jump onto Ian’s back a bit like an excited spider monkey. He was certainly laughing like one.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 10:05 pm
Ian could possibly have been nicer in that he probably could have given into his urges and spent several blissful moments making out with Shiloh on the floor of their new shared room. But, alas, his desire to get him back for wiping the grossness that was moldy peanut butter on his arm outweighed the desire for kisses (for all of thirty seconds, at least), and it was for this reason that Ian had been ridiculous.
He made it almost to his old room before he heard the pounding of footsteps and then Shiloh had leapt onto his back, Ian staggering forward at the sudden extra weight. He gave a shout of surprise and half stumbled, half fell into the room, Ian grappling for Shiloh's arms and his legs, laughter spilling from his lips as he attempted to pry the other off of him.
"Oh, no, I totally won this round," Ian yelled, and his foot caught on the leg of the bed, Ian tumbling down to the ground with Shiloh. He promptly rolled over, attempting to grab him, yanking his shirt up and burying his face into Shiloh's stomach to blow the biggest, loudest, noisiest raspberry he possibly could against his abdomen.
"I winnnNNNnn!" Ian shouted victoriously.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 9:35 pm
His arms found Ian’s shoulders, and his legs wrapped haphazardly around his waist. Altogether the result was that he tumbled forward with Ian, the two of them a twisting mess of limbs as Shiloh fought for supremacy and as Ian fought probably just to stand. Shiloh, like most things, hadn’t considered beyond his initial thought of jumping Ian, hadn’t considered that his weight, added with his flailing arms and legs, might have thrown Ian off balance. “No way, no way, you’re not getting off that easy,” he argued, holding onto Ian as tightly as he could manage while still dodging the hands that sought to pry him off. In the end, his plans were foiled not by Ian but by the furniture and as Ian tripped on the corner of the bed, Shiloh had no choice but to follow, still wrapped around Ian and given no time to let go. His body had barely made a slight ‘oomph’ as it crashed into Ian’s, before he found himself rolled over. His monkey tactics had put him at a disadvantage and Ian would have no problem catching hold of him, not when Shiloh was still half wrapped around him. “You absolutely do not win, you do not, don’t do it Ian, no, don’t do it! NOOOOOooooooooo!” But it was too late, the damage was already done and he was shaking with laughter, Ian’s lips ticklish against his stomach as they blew. He only stopped struggling when it was over, catching his breath for a moment. His eyes were wet and he pulled a hand free to wipe them, he’d laughed so hard that he’d nearly cried, and his face hurt from smiling so widely. It appeared as though he’d given up; a few moments passed without him contesting Ian’s win any further. However, it was only a few moments of reprieve, nothing more. Then he was trying to sit up, wrestling with Ian’s hold on him. “You think you can just raspberry me, huh? You think you’re tough, big guy? You crossed a line, chicken!” Threats coming out of Shiloh’s mouth always sounded silly, and this time was no exception. The giant grin on his face certainly didn’t help either.
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