"Uhhhh.....fuck....mmmmmm" Dustyn starts to relax into the rhythm and begins to feel a familiar tightness in his stomach as Dallas pushes up inside him again. He was finally getting worked up again but his eyes are drawn to the picture once more and when Dallas laughs, making it clear that he's aware of Dustyn's distance, he gives up and sighs. Dustyn sighs and sits up, running a hand through his hair and looking across the room at the painting. "Well I already denounced my religion a few years ago. Think I has pissed the Virgin Mary off enough without taking it right up the arse in front her." Dustyn laughs quietly, trying to make light of it but in the back of his mind he still feels wrong about having sex in front of such an image. Growing up in a strict Catholic family and hearing about how wrong homosexuality is, it's always stuck in his mind on some level. "OK, I really need to take that picture down. Really giving me the fear right now. No looking at my bum by the way." Dustyn shoots out of bed and pads across the room carefully in his bare feet across the old wooden floor. Before he reaches out for the picture, he playfully smacks his bare bottom for Dallas in an attempt to lighten up the situation. "OK then, have a little look if you must." He giggles as he takes the picture down and places it on the floor, making sure it's turned around too so that the image faces the wall. "Much better. Now give me some cuddles!" Dustyn makes his way back over the bed and quickly protects himself with the covers again. "You want to try it again? We can scream as loud as we want and nobody will be able to hear. It's good going considering the way I yell. Sounds like I'm celebrating at a football match when I come." Dustyn giggles and turns his head, kissing his boyfriend and slipping in some tongue while using a hand to caress his chest. He smirks as his hand travels down Dallas' body and under the covers before taking hold of his cock. Dustyn begins to slowly stroke his boyfriend, now starting to get back into the mood. He climbs on top and kisses down Dallas' bare chest and continues to head down under the covers. It's pretty obvious what he's about to do. However, he just gets down to Dallas' belly button before a gust of wind and bucket load of rain smashes against the window out of nowhere. It causes the whole wooden frame the rattle and Dustyn jumps out of his skin. "Fuck!" he yells out, scurrying back up towards Dallas. He snuggles back into him yet still feels unsafe. Although he knows it was only the wind, it really unnerved Dustyn and his surroundings aren't really doing anything to help calm him down.

Although Dustyn has told himself over and over again that religion is a lot of bullshit and lives his life out as on atheist now, the Catholic faith still has some sort of grip on him. It used to terrify him growing up, hearing all of these "scary" stories about a man rising back from the dead not to mention how many of the devout followers held sheer hatred for homosexuals. Dustyn knew pretty much all of his life that he was into the same sex and this entire faith and belief system was the one thing standing in his way of becoming the person he really was inside. As a kid, he dare not challenge the faith of his family and the local village. It was like everyone was brainwashed; singing all the hymns in church, knowing the responses off by heart and having this very black and white view of things. Dustyn broke the system, eventually became more powerful than everyone back home and gave one big "fuck you" to everything. The last thing he needs to see is a picture of Mary giving him the evil eye while he's spending time with the man he loves. Images like those may bring peace to others, which he understands and respects. For Dustyn, however, they're associated with a very dark time of his life. "You don't need to hold my hand. We're all going to hell for liking a bit of bum fun, remember? It'd only be a matter of time before we would meet again." He laughs and playfully smacks his bottom again when Dallas says that it's something he believes in. Being a bottom, he loves a man who can appreciate his backside. "Guess my squats pay off then! Oh and don't think I don't see accounts like "Dallas' Booty". They got their hands on a picture of you in very fitting jeans and nearly exploded." Dustyn giggles. In all honesty, the attempt to pleasure Dallas was just a way of trying to forget about their surroundings and that horrid picture. Dallas may not have noticed but even Dustyn had lost his erection which speaks volumes considering how horny the little dude can be. The only blessing about the sudden banging around the house was that it avoided Dustyn going into a sulk because Dallas was no longer in the mood. He takes things like that to heart because, in his mind, oral sex with your boyfriend only has good connotations. Why reject being pleasured by your partner if there's not a deeply personal meaning behind it? Up at the top of the bed, Dustyn clings on to Dallas and wedges in as close as possible. Dustyn's lips are pressed against Dallas' ear while he tries to control his breathing after the scare. When Dallas sounds just as nervous and on edge as he feels, Dustyn decides it's time to just give in and admit how he feels. "Dallas...I really...I uh, really really don't like this place...." Dustyn confesses in a quiet, out of breath and really timid sounding voice. Dustyn can watch horror movies at night when he's all alone and think nothing of it when he goes to bed. Dallas is hardly a delicate flower either. Something about this place just installs a great sense of fear into them.

Dustyn really holds a hatred for the religious symbols now. Although he knows that not everybody who is a Catholic is small minded like his family, his own personal experience of the religion has left him with a bad taste in his mouth. It's 2015 and times have changed. Even his close friend Riley is a Catholic and he's one of the kindest, most open minded people to have ever graced this planet but even seeing him holding onto a set of rosary beads churns his stomach. He often wonders what it must have been like to have had the freedom that Dallas had when growing up. Over in Dallas' city it may have been very crowded and a little claustrophobic at times with everything going on but at least he could be himself. Dustyn lived in what looked like a land of freedom with huge hills and fields as far as the eye could see but really, he was backed into a corner for the best part of his life. It's hard enough hiding who you really are but for someone like Dustyn, who has a strong personality and love for life, repressing it would have been hell. "Ew, Dallas! I'm already on edge as it is. Why bring up female body parts? You want me to start crying?" he chuckles, playfully hitting Dallas with a pillow. "Well there's many flaws in that fan fiction. I know you'd never let anyone do you up the arse. You don't even let me do that to you, not that I'm complaining about our roles in bed. I don't really know your band well enough to let them "do me". Although I'm pretty sure that since Kellin walked in on me naked one time, he's been giving me the eye ever since." Dustyn laughs and kisses Dallas on the cheek, showing him that he's still the only one he thinks about in that sort of way and that the Kellin comment was just a joke. The noises seemed to have calmed down for now and the wind seems to have eased. Doesn't stop the rain from showering the little lonely cottage though. When Dallas decides to get out of bed, Dustyn's heart skips a beat. He loves Dallas and if anything happened to him he wouldn't know what to do with himself. Dustyn also feels guilty as it was his idea to come all the way out here. Dustyn shuffles down to the bottom of the bed, trying to stay beside Dallas without having to step onto the floor. He whispers but still has a sense of urgency in his voice. "Dallas, don't leave the room! For a start, your big fat cock is swinging about the place!" Dustyn laughs softly but then realises that if they were to leave in a hurry, their clothes are scattered all over the room. They stripped each other like they were in some passionate love scene in a movie. Sock thrown in one corner, shirt over a chair, trousers God knows where. They just had to have each other in the moment. Looking back now it really wasn't a smart idea. Also, the light switch is on the far side of the room. To put it on, they'd have to walk past the door and he fears that someone or something will come in during their walk across the room. Another creak and a thud is heard and Dustyn's eyes dart towards the door. He then stands up off of the bed, not caring that he's naked too. "I'm coming with you..."

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Dustyn laughs along with Dallas when he realises that he's still naked. Not that the idea of tackling some psychopath in the nude wasn't already hilarious but the combination of fear and the unknown also makes Dustyn giggle uncontrollably. He covers his mouth with his hand, shaking a little as he tries to stifle his nervous laughter. He shakes, not knowing whether to continue laughing or burst into tears. "Dallas...I think I'd feel a lot safer if my protector's arse crack wasn't still showing. I think those are my jeans." He couldn't blame Dallas for throwing them on as it was pitch black and he just wanted to protect his privates as quickly as possible. Not that Dallas is all that big, but Dustyn is rather small and slender with a tiny waist so it's a bit of a tight squeeze getting into his stuff. When Dallas panics and drags the heavy desk across the room to barricade the door, Dustyn fears for their lives. Dustyn's imagination always runs wild but Dallas usually has his head screwed on tight so to see him so distressed and taking such drastic action makes him feel like there really is something to fear. He sits back in the centre of the bed, covers wrapped around his naked body as he trembles and looks over at his boyfriend. "Dallas...I'm sorry...I only wanted to have a nice time away with you. I didn't mean for this." Dustyn sounds very apologetic and extremely frightened. It's obvious that he's holding back tears too as he feels a flurry of guilt and terror take over him. He's also becoming increasingly worried about how he's going to cope with Dallas. Dustyn's usually the one demonstrating extreme emotions while Dallas is pretty chilled out and level headed. Dallas always has a plan or is at least able to bring Dustyn back down to earth when his head is away but he fears that the two of them will act like headless chickens tonight and that might mean Dustyn has to step up to the plate and take charge. "Wh-what can we do? There's no signal out here. Come back into bed, please." Dustyn shifts around and lifts up the covers for Dallas. It's not likely that a quilt will provide much protection against whatever it is they're fearing but it's the only idea he has right now.

Dustyn's heart is pounding. It's going at such a rapid speed that he can hear it and feel it trying to escape from his chest. Of course laughing at something as silly as Dallas putting on the wrong jeans isn't going to help but during such an abnormal situation like this, the thought process is all over the place. Even though the desk is in place and barricading the door, Dustyn doesn't feel any more relaxed and that's because of the way Dallas is acting. He doesn't blame him for being out of character during this time as they could very well die at any moment if there really is something out there. Dustyn has a very mild form of autism and doesn't cope very well with change. He likes familiarity and feeling secure. Knowing Dallas for almost two years, he's never seen him act like this nor have the couple ever really entered into an argument. He sort of senses Dallas becoming a little bit nippy towards him, especially after he tells him to "do something", which he actually though he was doing by trying to get Dallas back over to keep him safe and away from the door. Dustyn sighs and walks across the room, surveying the floor in the dark and picking up items of clothing. He puts on his boxers and a vest top but can't find the shirt he had over it or his socks. Dustyn picks up his trousers, the ones that Dallas had on and looks at him sheepishly. "Dallas, I can't find the rest of my stuff in the dark." He fears that Dallas will really snap at him this time. Dustyn slowly walks over to the window and flicks up a little snib on the right hand side of the window, hoping that being able to open the window makes up for not being able to find his stuff. Dustyn seems rather quiet and reserved now which isn't like him. He's more worried about irking Dallas than being slaughtered. The rain sounds even louder now that the window has been opened. It ferociously bounces off the ground and even two seconds out in it would soak them right through.

When he sees Dallas wind down a little and take control of the situation again, Dustyn relaxes slightly. He's not entirely content, mainly due to the fact that they're being chased out of the cottage by God knows what but at least he knows that Dallas' head hasn't entirely went away and that there may actually be a decent plan of action. He tightens his belt, breathing in hard during the process. The last thing he wants is to be running for his life only for his trousers to fall down to his ankles and send him flying. When the window opens, he steps back and winces while sucking air in through his teeth. The weather is biting and shows absolutely no mercy. Dustyn folds his arms, trying to keep himself warm which proved futile considering he's only weather a light vest top on his upper body. "Where are we even going to go?," he asks, knowing fine well that Dallas has no clue about the surrounding areas but he's still curious about the plan he has in mind. When Dallas suggests using the phone for light, Dustyn reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. 24% battery. He sighs even though that there's no signal out here anyway but a fully charged phone always makes him feel secure no matter what and if they're relying on them for light, a longer battery life would be appreciated. He shines his phone across the room and sees one shoe lying in the centre. As soon as he takes one step, the bedroom door shakes. Now, in actual fact, the wind coming into the room was the cause of the movement in the old door but as they're convinced that this place is like something from a Silent Hill game, it was definitely someone trying to get into the room as far as they're concerned. Fuck the socks. Fuck the shoes. Fuck the shirt. Fuck the overpriced watch. Dustyn gasps, turns on his heels and heads straight for the window. "Come on, Dallas!" he commands at a rapid speed, almost too fast to even understand. Dustyn's very small and agile so legging it out a window, swinging around to the drain pipe and doing a little abseiling down a small cottage is piss easy. He could do it in a heartbeat just for fun but now that his life depends on it, Dustyn gets out and down in just a matter of seconds. His bare feet splash into a puddle and sends a deadly chill throughout his body. The rain nearly drowns him right there and then. His bright blonde fluffy hair is clamped down to his head and turns to a dirty fair colour almost immediately. He stays still though, looking up at the window as he waits for Dallas.

Dustyn steps back to give Dallas some room to land. He doesn't mind Dallas on top of him on a regular basis but in these circumstances and from that height it was probably best to keep his distance and leave the close contact for another time. When he sees Dallas approach the window, grabbing onto the top sill and clearly just going for one big leap rather than Dustyn's abseiling like approach, he feels his heart in his mouth as he fears Dallas could have a bad landing. Dustyn barely notices the perfectly executed jumping and landing due to the heavy rain battering against his face. He hears a bit of a splash and the next thing he knows, Dallas is in the garden with him holding the sort of stake looking thing that he created. "Buffy the Vampire Slayer, much?" Dustyn giggles, thinking it's best to try and lighten up the mood. They're outside and safe so it's fine to have a little joke now, right? He lets Dallas hug him tightly and although it only lasts for a second before they take off, Dustyn really embraces it as he's relieved that they both managed to escape the house unharmed. Dustyn follows Dallas towards the gate and lets him lead the way even though this is his first time in this area. Dustyn has more of an idea of their surroundings but last time he was here was back in 2007 and even then all he can really remember is grass, grass, more grass and the fact that the nearest little town is still a good while away. To head back towards the town they'd have to take a left and even if they do manage to get there, he's pretty sure that nobody will take them in. It seems like the land that time forgot. Barely anyone walks the streets, there are only two or three shops and the flashiest car there is probably a 1991 Ford Orion. Also, a prison for the criminally insane towers and watches over it from high up on the hills. "Dallas...if we're looking for shelter then we best take a left but it's going to take ages. Just a warning." Dustyn sweeps his soaked hair back from his face and shivers, feeling a deep chill throughout his body. His white vest top looks transparent as it sticks to his skin while his jeans have gone from a fairly light blue to almost black due to the torrential rain.

"If you're going to be Buffy can I please be Willow? She is my favourite." Dustyn laughs again, just trying to keep the joking and conversation flowing to take his mind off of everything that is going on. Being soaked and chilled to the bone while running from some sort of Irish demon isn't really easy to shake off though. Every little giggle and smile is really just a mask used to cover up the fear consuming him. Just when he thought he was safe out here with Dallas, he remembers that psychopaths can also travel too. If someone was in the house, they could eventually get into the bedroom, see the clothes left behind, notice the opened window and then hop out and chase after them. Dustyn swiftly turns to face the cottage again just to check if anyone is behind them but it was pointless. The buckets of rain cloak the whole cottage so he's hardly going to see a figure through it all. Dustyn follows Dallas down the route he suggested while praying that the weather eases up along the way. It's a good old walk back to "civilisation" and it's pitch black out. The rain certainly isn't helping them in their quest. Even if they end up spending the night with an old woman who still uses coal and reads by candlelight, it is absolutely fine. As long as Dustyn gets to dry off and warm up he's not caring where he ends up staying. Being barefoot and only having a vest top on his upper half really is proving difficult for him out in this terrible weather. His little arms are already red raw and they still have a great distance to go. "We'll be OK, won't we!?" he yells over the rainfall, taking a tight hold of Dallas' hand as they start to sprint down the road. All of the shivers and sniffles make it quite clear to Dallas that he's suffering but Dustyn refuses to say anything. Complaining won't exactly help matters. Suddenly a few flashes fill the sky. "Holy shit!!" Thunder. Great.

"Not gay enough? My arse!" Dustyn shakes his head and laughs, glad that Dallas was at least bouncing off of him and keeping the playfulness going. He knows for a fact that Dallas is equally as terrified and that his boyfriend also understands how he is feeling too. It makes Dustyn happy to know that Dallas is still looking out for him and still trying to ease everything even in a situation like this. When people panic, Dustyn also starts to panic and a lot of the time he won't know how to cope with the situation and just have a breakdown on the spot. Being on the lower end of the autistic spectrum, intense emotions can still have a huge impact on Dustyn and there are times when he just tries his best to block everything out. Luckily for Dallas, Dustyn hasn't curled up into a ball and pressed his head into ground as a way of escaping everything. Although it could be a matter of time before Dustyn freaks out and takes an unexpected turn. As long as Dallas keeps the conversation and reassurance going then it should be fine though. The rain starts to calm and although it's still falling rapidly, it's not as ferocious and heavy as before. Their vision is no longer impaired by it which is something at least. The wailing of the wind isn't showing any sign of letting up though. "Maybe there's a farmhouse nearby!? Fields need a farmer, right?" Dustyn sounds ecstatic when he realises that they might find shelter soon than expected. Even though Dallas isn't facing him, he could probably tell that Dustyn had the cheesiest grin on his face right now. Entering the field, Dustyn slips on huge wet leaves and falls to his knees while almost bringing Dallas down with him. "Ah, sorry..." he winces, rubbing his battered kneecaps as he gets back up onto his feet. He notices the crops growing in size the further they delve into the land and soon realises that they are in a corn field. Shining his torch on the towering stem, he can see that the crops are all in good condition so there must be someone tending to them. He has a little slide again but manages to regain balance.

Dustyn is relieved when he realises that they are close to finding a lovely little farmhouse to lay their heads for the night. He has absolutely no idea how far away it is nor in which direction to head. They can barely see over the tall, healthy crops but forward seems to be the answer that works most of the time so off they go, venturing straight ahead. At this point Dustyn is less worried about what was in the house and is more focused on just getting dry. His arms and feet are red raw and the headache that's coming on courtesy of the chill in the air isn't exactly a pleasant sensation. Hot chocolate, big warm blankets and cuddles with his boyfriend in front of a fire is exactly what the doctor ordered. "Dallas, let's never come here again, OK? Next time we want to go somewhere we'll go to the streets of Detroit. They seem a lot safer," he jokes, managing to let a little laugh out through all the shivering and sniffling. After pushing through stubborn stems and being smacked in the face by a few, Dustyn slips again on a pile of leaves. "Oh for fuck's sake," he mumbles, rubbing his hands together to clean the mud off of them as best as he can. Looking up, he can see that they've stumbled about a little clearing in the field. It explains all the slippery mess on the ground and means that Dustyn will have to tread carefully if he doesn't want to go on his arse again. A tractor sits to the left, still in perfect condition and in working order so obviously someone is not too far. By the looks of it, work only started in this area today but had to be abandoned due to the freak weather. Shining his phone across the lot, Dustyn gasps in horror and shoots back up onto his feet. Taking a second look though, he can see that it's just a scarecrow which has fallen down from its post. The black mass of material lays slumped on the ground like a drunk with chunks of hay poking out of it and a tattered fedora hat placed on top of it. "Looks like he's had a bit too much," he jokes, playfully nudging Dallas. His heart is still pounding after thinking he discovered a dead body and the laughter and joking is still more out of nervousness than anything else. Shines surveys the rest of the clearing and sees five scarecrows in total. The one on the far end is still on its post, minus its lovely hat. The second one looks like it's slipped down but one arm remains outstretched and attached to the pole. The third has been total destroyed. Dustyn already laid eyes on the fourth one earlier and the fifth one is missing a head altogether. "Right, so...farmhouse?" Dustyn smiles and begins to walk slowly through the clearing but his eyes are drawn to the second scarecrow for some reason. In all honesty, he is a little scared of that one and he has no idea why. Something is just really "off" about it.