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thefarrowbeta:

“If you’re nervous you don’t have to…” Dallas sucked in a breath as Brooklyn’s hands slid up his body, eyes fluttering softly for a second before he reached over to pluck the other Beta’s hand from his right side. “N-not there…okay?” He smiled softly and rolled them so he was on top, letting Brooklyn stroke and pet his hair as he leaned back in for kiss after kiss.

Dallas’ lips parted on a moan as he was cupped through his pants, a shiver going down his entire body. He pressed their mouths back together, kissing his fellow Beta deeply, smiling into the kiss with a soft and happy purr.

“You’re so shy…I always feel guilty doing these things to you…”

Brooklyn felt himself chuckle, a little too nervously for his own good. “Don’t feel guilty, I enjoy being this way, perhaps a bad boy for you Dallas, the way you make me feel is unlike anything I have ever experienced and rest assured, I want this.” He claimed, his hand giving Dallas’ crotch another squeeze and his fingers crept around, feeling the outline of the man’s tool. “I believe you want it too, forgive me but I don’t believe I can control myself much longer.” And by that, he meant he could feel his inner wolf coming to rise. His eyes were already changing color and his nails were slowly growing. It was a temptation you always had to push down, but Dallas was all but too much. “I ...want to touch you like you touched me.” The Beta claimed as his long nail scratched down the zipper of the wolf’s jeans and eager hands went to unzip them. “I’ve never touched anyone like this before, forgive me if I do it wrong.” However as long as he brought pleasure, was there truly a wrong way to do this? Regardless, his squeezed his hand into the Beta’s pants and slowly wrapped his hand around the warm thick cock, giving it a few tugs.

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Dallas’ lips parted for the questing tongue, moaning softly as Brooklyn deepened their kisses, spreading his legs slightly so that he could pull the other Beta on top of him. He moaned softly, pulling away and pushing his hair away from his face and biting his lip softly. “You waking up now?” The Beta laughed gently and leaned up to rub himself against the other, nuzzling into his temple and moaning softly. “Do you think…you could take care of me this time…I would love to feel your hands on my body Brooks…if they’re as delicious as your lips…”

Brooklyn could feel himself blushing at the small request, he had never actually been in this situation and it was a bit new. But he didn’t want to disappoint Dallas and a small nervous smile came to his face. “Just tell me where you want me to touch you and I’ll happily do so.” He explained as he leaned down to kiss the wolf again, his hands sliding down Dallas’ sides. He had watched plenty of movies like this, occasionally had fantasies like this but they were a little different. He wasn’t with someone he liked, he was with his made up stranger. “Mm ...” He moaned softly and let his hands skim over the wolf’s crotch, palming him softly before his hands scaled back up and ran through Dallas’s beautiful hair.

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“Oh no…I’m not, I’m just…oh I don’t know…” Dallas sighed softly and laughed very gently, eyes dipping low as he dropped the other’s hand down, dragging his nails lightly up the other’s arm before he started rubbing his hands up and down his back. He smiled against the other wolf’s lips, kissing gently back and nipping lightly against his bottom lip with a chuckle.

“If you’re so sleepy you should get some rest. Me playing won’t keep you up because it’s soft and if I keep making out with you…well we might wind up with you naked underneath me again.” He playfully purred and resumed the soft kisses, stroking through Brooklyn’s hair at the same time.

Brooklyn couldn’t help chuckle into those soft kisses and the hunger that still lingered for more. “I don’t think that would be such a bad thing, I recall I enjoyed that immensely.” He replied, his hands lightly skimming over Dallas’ face, gently cupping his cheeks. His body curling more into the fellow Beta, getting close and personal wasn’t something Brooks was used to, but he couldn’t help himself around Dallas. “Mm ...” He moaned softly and deepened the kiss, seems he was getting more perked up as the seconds went by. His mouth worked against Dallas’ and his tongue slipped out every once in a while to brush across the other’s lips.

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Dallas smiled lightly as that hand slid between his fingers to hold his own hand, it was all so innocent and so very far from what his life usually was. As much as he enjoyed the debauchery of his other relationships (if you could call anything that) this was nice in it’s own soft way. Truthfully the closest he had to actual relationships was his Master/Pet thing with Xavier and these soft moments with Brooklyn.

“Hands are amazing apendages, the dexterity of a hand is the key to all human or wolven creation in art or any other field.” He lifted Brooklyn’s hand up slightly, massaging his thumb into the flesh gently as he spoke. “Your fingers can turn the pages of a book or they can grasp a pen to write one of your own, if you so wished they could close around my neck and end me or you can lovingly brush hair from my face. I…I don’t know if I’m explaining this but…a person’s hands just tell me a lot about them…they fascinate me.”

Brooklyn was rather surprised by the soft ramblings of Dallas. “You are quite poetic when you give yourself credit.” He noted with a gentle smile, he liked seeing this side of the other. It was almost adorable in a way, though Brooks knew he should feel rather lucky Dallas felt comfortable enough to share his thoughts with him. “I like it, resembled much of a book introduction.” He claimed as he gently wiggled his way down, his long legs draping over Dallas’ gently. His eyes focused directly on the Beta’s face. “Makes me slightly sleepy.” He confessed, his eyelids growing heavy and slipping down. Though he didn’t want to fall asleep on Dallas, not like last time. “Mm, keep me awake.” He pleaded in a soft voice, tilting his head slightly up to capture Dallas’ lips with his own. Kissing would perk him up or so he liked to believe.

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“How about I’ll just help you carry the books so you don’t need to carry so many, and they we’ll both look like adorable nerds.” Dallas smiled softly as he curled up the other man, nuzzling into the top of his head and laughing at being questioned over his obsession with the other’s hair. “You smell good and a lot of your smell is in your hair…sorry is that weird?” He pulled away and shimmied down a little bit so he could snuggle into his chest, grabbing the other man’s hand and playing with his fingers lightly.

“I like hands better than hair, honestly. Yours are nice too, the callouses from turning pages and stuff like that…” The brunette giggled a bit and tucked his face against Brooklyn’s neck. “You tired?”

“Ah, a use for my bookworm tendencies.” He claimed before shivering, the sensation of Dallas against his neck was making heat rise in his body. “I u-uh, I’m a little tired yes though not sleepy.” He clarified and hoped his heart beat wasn’t so obviously loud. He glanced down down at his hand, Dallas’ fingers still playing with his. “Why is it that you enjoy hands?” He questioned, generally curious as to the story behind Dallas’ favor to hands. Considering everyone had their favorite something and a reason why. A smile slowly crept it’s way onto the Beta’s face and he gently slipped his fingers between the wolf’s and held his hand. “I admit, it makes me feel rather safe whenever I hold your hand.” He confessed, though he felt safe whenever he was in Dallas’ company or in the confines of the Library.

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Dallas laughed lightly and shook his head, lifting the other up off the floor gently and stroking a hand through his hair again. He smiled and wrapped an arm around the other, taking him through the house. It took a few tries before he found the door to the bedroom. He deposited the other Beta on the bed before returning to the front door to find his bag of clothes. He changed in the living room so he wouldn’t be shirtless in front of Brooklyn, returning after a moment to crawl into the bed next to the other man. He smiled and tucked his face against the other’s head, nuzzling into his hair with a happy sigh. “Get some rest Brooklyn, It’ll be much comfier in the bed.”

The brunette wasn’t exactly sleepy but he stayed in the bed, humming gently and stroking the other’s hair. “I don’t mind if you’re a nerd. If you’re fine with me in a skirt I’ll be fine with you and a book.”

“Mm?” He mumbled and wrapped his arms around the other, chuckling softly at his words. “I am rather curious as to how you look in a skirt, however, I am sure you look just as lovely as you do now,” He claimed, after all, Dallas was very beautiful on his own. “Also, to clarify, it wouldn’t be a book. It would more than likely be a stack of books taller than myself.” Which he had done countless times throughout his life, in Germany and here. He would walk down the streets and inside the confines of his school carrying a huge stack of books though he was often tripped and the books would scatter everywhere. “Do you enjoy playing with my hair?” The Beta questioned with a friendly smirk across his face. “I do believe your hair is more fun to play with and your lips more exciting to kiss.” In fact, Brooklyn couldn’t help but focus his attention on the others lips, so perfectly shaped and pink. “I’m sorry, I feel as though I always repeat the same compliments to you. I’m sure it must get old.” God he hoped he wasn’t boring Dallas.

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Dallas gassped lightly as Brooklyn’s weight settled over him, eyes half sliding shut as he took in the warmth. He hummed softly, chest vibrating with that sound, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of the other wolf’s head. He stroked his fingers through the other’s hair, petting the curls affectionately as the other wolf rested against him. He started to hum again, voice rising and falling in a gentle little song that drifted through the air of the apartment. As a few moments passed he finally felt comfortable enough to speak again, keeping up his gentle petting.

“Brooklyn…tell me about what you’re going to be doing at school. What are you going to be majoring in? I’ve though about going back but I’m already busy running The Knot with Ty…”

“Hmm?” Brooklyn glanced up at Dallas, he wasn’t aware of that bit of information. But he let it slip for now and simply shrugged in response. “Perhaps English Literature or Philosophy, I haven’t really decided. It’s quite a complicated decision, but I could always branch off to other categories typically associated with being a book worm.” He explained, growing a tad lazy and slipping his eyes closed for a moment. Just enjoying the rhythm of his breathing verse Dallas’ and the warmth of their shared body heat. “I do hope you wouldn’t mind being involved with a typically labeled ‘nerd’, I know you don’t. But, in the past I do believe some people have been ashamed to be seen with me.” Especially during his early years of education. “You’re so warm, it’s making me a tad sleepy.” He claimed as he nuzzled harder into the man, the scent of Dallas was intoxicating. “Though I do suppose this would be better in bed or a soft surface.” The floor was getting a little uncomfortable anyway.

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This was odd for Dallas. No one had held onto him like this since he was a human and he felt a twinge of guilt at letting someone who wasn’t Stan do it, but the guilt slowly faded as Brooklyn rocked him in his arms. His lips parted on a soft little sigh and he let go of that last little bit of tension, reclining against the other wolf and allowing his eyes to slip shut. It was nice, it could be nice to just let your guard down for just a little bit, even if it was just for a night so you could celebrate with a close friend. The Beta laughed very softly at the other’s words, looking up at him and reaching a hand out to cup his cheek very gently. “Sometimes you’re so sweet I can’t even believe you’re real…”

The brunette leaned up, catching the other man’s mouth with his own and drawing him into a soft round of kissing, lips sliding against the other’s mouth with a soft affection before he pulled back.

Brooklyn moaned softly, he felt so intoxicated whenever Dallas kissed him. His lips were throbbing and he could feel the thin saliva that coated them. He looked up at the other, amazing how someone can mean something to you so quickly. However, the Beta didn’t say a word. He just reached up to run his hands through that long silky hair, letting his fingers then linger on Dallas’ shoulders. His fingertips then grazed across the man’s shirt collar and dropped inside, skimming across his collarbones. A smile began to creep onto Brooklyn’s face and his eyes suddenly shifted and with some amount of force, he gently pinned Dallas to the floor. Crawling on top of the fellow wolf, Brooklyn licked his lips and leaned down to exchange another kiss, a soft growl forming in his throat. His hands roamed back up, tracing over Dallas’ arms and he allowed himself to slip his fingers between the Beta’s. There was a sense of bravery that always seemed to occur when he was with Dallas and the more Brooklyn found himself around the fellow Beta, the more he felt somewhat daring. His lips traced down the side of Dallas’ cheek and traced over his neck before he came to a stop and laid himself on top of Dallas. It must look somewhat silly, a much taller wolf on top of a shorter one, but nobody was looking and even if they were, part of Brooklyn didn’t care. He just laid there and nuzzled his head against Dallas’ chest, his arms wrapped around the others smaller figure. He felt so relaxed and calm like the world didn’t matter whenever Dallas was around.

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“Six years…god…” Dallas sighed and leaned into the hands cupping his cheeks. He let his eyes close and after a moment he scooted into Brooks and wrapped his arms around the other man, simply holding onto him and letting him talk. “I…no I don’t need you to tend to them but…thank you for not kicking me out after my little outburst. I…I think it’s just been building for a long time.” The brunette simply wanted to be held in this moment, to just forget about fighting and him not being sure about how to open up, to just enjoy the way it felt to be wrapped up in someone’s arms.

“I…thank you Brooklyn…it would make me really happy to dress up for you…”

He smiled, he really just wanted Dallas to be himself. To be happy, that’s all he really wanted. “And I would love to see you like that Dallas, I really would,” Brooklyn spoke in a soft meaningful whisper, enjoying the warmth shared between the two of them. “I know this might not mean anything and I know it might be hard to believe it. But, I promise that I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be right here for you, whenever you need me and I will be the man that you deserve.” He meant every word, though it might be a little early to be promising such things. But at least he made it solid evidence that he wanted Dallas in his future. “I love holding you.” He claimed softly, beginning to rock the other gently in his arms. The Beta never wanted this feeling to end, just being in peace with the one you adored.

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“I’m not saying your deficient…I’m saying I am…” Dallas flinched slightly as his tears were wiped away, but other than that he stayed quiet as Brooklyn continued talking. He snuffled and just watched the other man, as he spoke taking in the story with a quiet kind of sadness. He looked down at his lap and twitched his fingers together. “His…His name was Stanley…we started dating when we were sophomores in high school. He was the quarterback and I was the mute emo kid believe it or not. I met him in a suicide help chatroom…I know so romantic but…but we just…something clicked between us. He saved my life and he was my…everything. He’s the one that convinced me to apply to Julliard and gave me the courage to go to prom in a gown… And then one day I got mugged by this pack of thugs. The Alpha thought I was cute…I didn’t want to be a wolf, I never did. But…here I am.” He laughed, wiping the tears away.

“He got married a year ago, to this really rich asshole…he moved on and has a life. He’s a nurse now…and apparently he’s really good at it. I don’t know…he memorialized my facebook so I can’t stalk his social media anymore. He moved on and…I have no idea how to open up again. So…so there’s everything. At least the reasons for why I’m just…closed off. The dominatrix and crossdressing is a whole different level of bullshit…”

Dallas looked up at the other man, eyes clouded with tears and a small smile tugged at his lips. “I um…I’m glad you enjoyed it…”

“Heh ...” Brooklyn swallowed and gently cupped Dallas’ face, thumbs skimming over those cheeks just in case any tears fell. “It just takes one person to help you open up, I know it’s hard and this may sound strange, but I do want to be that person you open to. Though it might take a significant amount of time.” He shrugged and lowered his hands, slumping down to rest his head against the Beta’s shoulder. “Took 6 years for me, but I think that was more accepting what happened and then not caring who knew about it. Similar to when I came to the realization that I was gay.” A chuckle came soon after, though it faded quickly. “You’ll move on when you’re ready and you’ve already done things that are the first few baby steps to moving on, don’t stop. I’m going to be here anytime you need me, you’re not alone.” For once he ignored the awkward silence that lingered in the air and made a reach for the other’s hand. “I could tend to your wounds if you want me to, I studied some nursing techniques back in Germany, it was safety precaution whenever I babysat my younger cousins.” It might help, but the wounds looked like they were in the process of healing anyway. He tilted his head up, looking up at Dallas with slightly shimmering eyes. “Next time we have a date ...God knows when ...I want you to dress in Drag.” He confessed, maybe part of trust was knowing the other party isn’t ashamed of who you are and who might see you together.

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“I-I think it’s impressive. I can just s-speak English but I can’t read or write it.” He bit his lip and watched the man for a long moment. “You can t-teach me if you someone to talk t-to someone in German. I might not be very good. But I’ll try.” He licked his lips. The man ordering made it sound like there was a lot of food and he was unsure what he thought of that.

“Heh ...well it w-would be an i-interesting expierence. P-Perhaps we can start s-small.” He suggested, pausing a moment to think of some common phrases to use. “Hallo ich bin ...m-means ‘h-hello I am’. So Hallo ich bin Brooklyn.” He explained, cracking a smile after. This felt kind of silly but slightly exciting at the same time. “Go a-ahead try, I won’t m-make fun. Hallo ...ich ...bin” He spoke again slowly, he knew when he spoke in German his words were fast, flawless and only proof that his native tongue was faster than his English one. “I-It takes p-practice, I d-didn’t grasp E-English right away, though I w-was a little f-faster than my c-classmates.” He chuckled and dragged his drink closer to him, taking a long sip. “guten Morgen i-is good morning, Es tut mir Leid i-is I’m s-sorry, I t-tend to use t-that a lot.” Or rather more often than he should.

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“Do you know who else are humans? Hunters. Even if they understand, being around wolves is a risk to them.” Dallas stood to put his violin away, wiping tears from his face as he did, just wanting to forget about this and go back to the happy go lucky feeling from the carnival. He laughed lightly at the idea that he was open and honest about who he was. “Brooklyn…the most open I ever was with you made you faint…you’re one of the only people I still wear male clothes exclusively around, because you said before that you didn’t think you could handle me like that. I…I am not a good person, Brooklyn. I don’t do soft and sweet and gentle most of the time. When I do sex I like to be in control. I am a dominatrix when I’m not around you, I own a sex shop for godsakes I just…” He closed his mouth and sat back down, pulling his legs up to his chest and tucking his head down against his knees.

“You didn’t ask why I was hurt…and I get that, you were nervous and excited about your letter but…I just…I don’t know. And I am interested you, I’m not misleading you but I haven’t dated since I was turned and…and I don’t….being close to someone is hard, alright?” The Beta rubbed a sleeve across his face and laughed bitterly. “And now I’ve ruined the celebration…completely…”

Brooklyn let out a long sigh, he never in his life felt like shifting this bad. “Did it ever possibly come to pass your mind that there is a strong fraction of a possibility that I did not inquire how you got injuries because I was waiting for you to come to me about it? Abide until you decided to tell me. I do not push people, if they wish to tell me something, they will ...when they are READY.” He rambled off before taking a breath, his voice was calm but there was a hint of anger, frustration within. “I imagine and greatly assume, correct me if I am indeed wrong. But my hypothesis is that you got into a fight, more than likely with an Alpha considering the wounds are still present.” The Beta explained, but like he said, he could be wrong. He didn’t know Dallas’ story and he shouldn’t assume so. “And I greatly apologize if I may come off as apprehensive to you and if makes you indeterminate in showing that side of you, Dominatrix did you call it?” Part of him knew he shouldn’t be going this far, but honesty was best in a relationship. “Perhaps I’m just a shy, insufficient, deficient even, little Beta wolf. But I would never hurt you, nor would I try.” The shy one made his way to the kitchen and grabbed some tissues, returning by Dallas’ side to wipe his tears and nose. “I had a crush on my Alpha back in Germany ... Ingelbert was his name and I suppose the literal translation is just what he is now, ‘Bright as an angel’ It hurt me so horribly, unlike anything when I lost him and my Pack, I was all alone and I was terrified. I know that being close to someone is hard because if you lose them, you feel as if you lost your heart, your sense of living, part of your life is just gone.” He explained, his voice somewhat going back to normal as he rubbed Dallas’ shoulder. “I don’t want you gone, I don’t want to lose whatever part of my heart you may already have. I just wish you’d understand that I’m not going anywhere and maybe you need to hear this for yourself, but you can tell me anything, Dallas. Anything.” The wolf pinched his nose a minute, he didn’t do well with emotional situations. But none the less, he sat down next to the other. Arm wrapped around them, maybe as a comfort method, maybe as something more. “Plus ...when you touched me ...it felt pretty good ...you were um, very sexy and I ...really liked that.” He muttered in a quiet voice, feeling his cheeks burn lightly.

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Dallas smiled as he was congratulated on his music, it was his greatest love the way he could weave nothing into something with just a slide of bow across strings. Brooklyn’s words though… The Beta seemed shocked by it, as if he didn’t go to Julliard because he was afraid of working hard. He’d worked hard at his music since he’d been given the instrument. He was speechless for a second before he his tongue finally moved. “I…I didn’t go because I was turned…it’s a human school Brooklyn. Do you think human there would understand heat…or…or the Blue Moon or anything?! If I could live among humans that easily I never…” A tear ran down his face and he wiped it away angrily.

“If it was that easy I wouldn’t have left home…”

The brunette took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. “I’m sorry we’re supposed to be celebrating…” Dallas looked down at the instrument again and closed his eyes. “Why would you look up to me? I feel like I vex you…”

“Mm ....” Brooklyn stepped away from Dallas, glancing over him with a rather confused and yet offended expression. “I grew up with humans ...my family is human, they understand more than you think ...” He stated in an unusual deep and almost growl like voice. “I look up to you because ...” Well should he even try to explain or would it make things worse? He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, almost as if he were fighting internally with himself. “You were the first person to ...take interest in me since I came here, I feel like you’re the only person that may like me in the romantic sense of the word and forgive me if I’m wrong and have been misled. But ...there is also the matter of you being outstanding and talented. You are very social, you aren’t afraid to be yourself, you’re honest about who you are. That’s what I admire about you. While you may not see it, you do stand slightly above everyone else because you don’t fear being different and I’m quite afraid I could never be that brave.” In fact at times Brooklyn still felt like he lived in the shadows, but he stopped speaking. Not wanting to make anything worse. Yet one more thing slipped past. “Why must you look down upon yourself as if you are some horrible creature? You are not.” He let out another sigh and tugged at his curls, feeling uncharacteristic to his normal self.

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Dallas noted the lack of response over his statement of making Brooklyn suffer and he took the sting into his heart. He sat still as the other wolf cleared the table before quietly moving to the living room to get his violin. He opened the case and pulled the violin open, eyes drifting down the strings as he tuned it. He turned the nobs lightly and sat down, drawing the bow out and tucking his violin under his chin and testing the strings. “I was a prodigy actually…had plans to go to Julliard before I was turned…” His bangs covered his face as he launched into his playing, fingers dancing along the strings as he broke into a soaring melody of music.

Brooklyn smiled as the first few strings of music sounded through the room and he allowed himself to swim in it. String instruments were always beautiful, he always admired them whenever he got the chance. With his hands in his lap, he leaned further into the couch and once the music ended, Brooklyn gave a round of applause. “Das war schön! Beautiful.” He claimed just before he rose from the couch and gave the musical artist a kiss, his arms wrapped around the shorter man’s shoulders. “You know, you could still go to Julliard if you wanted to. I just got accepted into College and I think if you did apply yourself, you’d outshine everyone.” He claimed, giving the wolf a shy smile. “At least in my opinion, I think very highly of you Dallas.” In a way Brooklyn even looked up to the other, as strange as that sounded.

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“Okay…” He nodded his head, allowing the man to read off the menu to him. He followed along, trying to memorize letters and the sounds they made. But it was always difficult when he’d pretty much ate deer and macaroni and cheese for the duration of his life. He swallowed, “T-Thank you…” He nodded his head and fiddled nervously with his fingers. “I don’t… W-What do you think? I’ve never had P-Pancakes are they any good?” He licked his lips. He was really just hungry and would have probably ate anything put in front of him. “People usually just order for me.” He spoke with a shrug. It was frustrating to most people the way Gilly had to ask what every item on a menu was. “I l-like the German… It’s d-different. Unique.”

Brooklyn couldn’t help but chuckle, his language might be unique to those who didn’t speak it, but in all truth, he didn’t find it all that different. “I s-suppose it might b-be strange t-to those w-who don’t speak i-it, in G-Germany i-it’s the norm. I-I’ve always found i-it fascinating t-that others a-are impressed w-when you c-can speak another l-language.” Brooklyn believed anyone could speak another language, you just needed to apply yourself and practice. When the waiter returned, Brooklyn placed his order, along with the pancake special for Gilly that included scrambled eggs with swiss cheese and a side of toast. He then took his drink and swallowed down half of it, it was rather good. “I h-have yet to f-find someone here w-who would like to l-learn German, t-though I’m not q-quite sure if I would b-be the best teacher. H-Have you a-any desire to learn a-another language?” Sometimes it was helpful, though at times Brooklyn wished he only knew one language.

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A flare of defensiveness rose in him swiftly, looking up. “I wasn’t implying that you made me…” Dallas hummed at the kiss, sighing softly under his breath and shaking his head. “If anything I think I probably make you suffer. I mean…you’ve never seen me in drag.” He shrugged his shoulder but returned the light kiss to his cheek. He nuzzled his temple softly and then returned to eating. His jaw was really sore but he picked at the chickenwings carefully, finishing off his dim sum and patting his belly.

“Oh geez I forgot you ordered both. He laughed a bit and licked his fingers clean. “If you really want to hear me play I’m happy to oblige. The violin is my truest love and I’m always happy to show her off to admirers, and Brooklyn you were sick as a dog, no pun intended. It’s okay that you dozed off…it’s kind of what I was going for.”

True, Brooklyn was also on pain medication when Dallas had played the violin for him. “Well, I suppose I’ll leave the pizza out and we can always heat it up later when we are hungry once more.” He smiled as he cleaned up the table and placed any leftover food into the fridge. “Shall we retire to the living room?” The Beta cracked a smile and walked to the couch, taking his seat happily. “I imagine it took years to perfect the violin. Did you teach yourself?” He wasn’t quite sure if he had asked that before, but it was always good to repeat yourself a few times. But still, he went quiet as he waited for Dallas to start, it wasn’t polite to speak when music was playing anyway or so Brooklyn believed.