Dustyn makes a mental note, which he'll probably forget come tomorrow morning, to send Erich and enlarged copy of the photograph. He was about to take his phone out and send a digital copy to Erich via direct messages on Twitter but with hackers on the prowl, he's not leaving anything to chance. Weekend are already facing another storm regarding something that's being threatened to be leaked but that's not for here and their lawyers are working tirelessly. He giggles at the thought of people viewing the photo and creating a shrine for him. "The Holy Foreskin. Ew...that sounds like something you should go to the doctors with!!" Dustyn cringes and then crosses his little legs over, placing a hand over his crotch area. He listen to Erich, always finding it funny to hear that Erich prefers the soft and gentle approach. His past with Karoliena has came up a few times in conversation, although always very briefly and vaguely. Dustyn always imagined Erich as the crazy wild in bed type. The man clearly doesn't fear death as he pumps his system full of chemicals almost constantly. It's quite endearing to know that he's more of a gentle guy in bed. "Yeah, soft and gentle can be absolutely amazing but...when you take it up the arse like me..." he says with a chuckle, failing to find a more subtle way of putting it before continuing, "...it can be almost impossible to do it without any discomfort. No m-matter how many times you take it, it always feels a bit sore at first. Plus if you've got a boyfriend with a thick...member...woooo! So y-you could say that I'm technically into all that rough and tumble stuff." Dustyn giggles at the idea of him being freakier in the bedroom than Erich. "So...if said person didn't pretend to fight it and did just genuinely like it...would that just be considered and regular sex and not be labelled anything weird?" Yeah, he's totally asking for a friend.

"I think Billy wants to be most things. When someone has a title or something he doesn't have, he tries to steal it. He'll be in the gym all next year trying to outdo Riley's muscles, just watch. Although th-that might be impossible because Riley is naturally build like a tank." Dustyn chuckles lightly and takes a sip of his Guinness, slapping Erich playfully for saying that nobody really talks about Scott. Poor Scott. He can never catch a break. Bless him, he tries and the others try to defend him but...he's God awful. Truly. Honestly. Weekend are a very talented band and he stands out as the weakest link from miles away but they all deserve credit where it's due. They have a string of number one singles and albums worldwide, run their own label, have like 101 different projects going on at once and have survived everything that's been thrown at them. Like them or not, they're going down in the history books. Dustyn gives Erich another playful slap and it's now bordering on adoptive father abuse. This time it's for calling him 22. "I'm 20! 21 on Christmas Day. I have been doing this since I was 15 though so it seems like I'm taking forever to age." Dustyn giggles and rests his head on Erich's hand when he gives him a pat on the shoulder. Thrown into Weekend and their mess at 15? It's no wonder the boy has been through it all.

"I love him so much!" It must be a relief for people that love Dustyn to see him in a happy, healthy relationship after the drug abuse with Blake and the violence with Adam. He seems to have picked a good one this time and it's showing. Dustyn's certainly grown and brightened up since he began dating Dallas. When Erich jokes about the socks, Dustyn giggles and lifts his feet up, pointing his toes to show off the socks again. "And people think I play up to the Irish thing..." He laughs and takes another gulp of his Guinness, not seeming to become anymore intoxicated than he was when he eventually found Erich on the ship. When Erich hints at the topic of marriage, Dustyn flushes pink and shrugs, placing his can down on the floor. In all honesty it feels a tad too early to be discussing this with other people as Dustyn's still wrapping his head around the idea himself but some advice certainly would be appreciated. "I...I dunno yet. I mean, yeah I do want to marry him some day. I do. He's...h-he means so much to me and I love so, so much. There won't be an engagement anytime soon though. There's loads of time for that. It's just that...I think it's time to have the talk with him, about what we want out of this. I mean it's been three years, Erich. It's serious. I just worry that...th-that he might not want marriage for us in the future. Not many people believe in the idea anymore. I do. I'm kinda traditional in that way though. I'm just worry that...if he says no or gets freaked out by me asking this stuff...it could...well, have a serious impact on what we already have." Dustyn sighs and thinks about all the possible outcomes. He's had a good thing going for nearly three whole years come November. The last thing he wants to do is fuck it up and go back to square one.

Clearing his throat and jumping to his feet, not wanting to get too serious tonight, he smiles and rolls his eyes at Erich. "No like...a quilt...blankets...pretty sure I've heard Dallas say comforter too...I wanna sleep down here!" Even with all the grown up talk and new stage in his life, the childlike Dustyn with huge surges of energy will never fade away. "Oh and duvet isn't Gaelic. Pónairí ar thósta, now that's Gaelic. It means beans on toast!" Dustyn laughs and puts his hands on his hips, surveying the vast area. "Now...eh...where would one little Irishman go to find the bedding stuff?"

"I once got it caught in my zipper. Could have well ended up holey. Like, I don't know much about childbirth but I don't think it's as sore as catching your little hood in a zip." Dustyn says, cringing at the memory. Dustyn nods along, finding it odd that he seems to be the one with all the knowledge when it comes to the topic of sex. Granted, he never really expected Erich to know much about sleeping with another man, but it's peculiar nonetheless given that he's the young "son" in all of this. "Yep, even with enough slippery stuff. It makes it easier, sure but think about it...it's still going deep in sensitive places and stretching out...things..." he laughs mischievously. "Aw, you shouldn't compare yourself to other guys down there. I've seen your willy before. It's a nice one. Looks very cheerful and smiley!" Dustyn says with a short laugh, knowing that whole statement sounded weird but it made sense in his head. "Oh...OK...I'll tell...Billy about the fisting thing..." Dustyn drinks from his can and looks around with shifty eyes.

"Well the photographer certainly thought I was cute too. I think he had an armpit fetish. He kept telling me to show some "cute" underarms. Now I get most fetishes, I can ride along with some of them. Stuff like 'Dustyn Blue bare feet' and 'Dustyn Blue belly button' come up in the top ten Google Images predicted searches...but...armpits? Nope. Wouldn't even go near Dallas' like that." Dustyn does have a point about the photos. If Erich were to take another glimpse, most of them show Dustyn with an arm or both raised. When Erich mentions the age laws on the alcohol over here, Dustyn smirks and takes another sip from his jet black can. "Oh and I didn't buy it here. Well, I did...but someone got it for me. I felt like a bad boy!" he says with a giggle that sounds far from that of a bad boy.

Dustyn smiles warmly at Erich and pokes his tongue out, playfully touching Erich's toe with his through the eye-catching socks. "I got th-that Irish charm, right? It's what pulls them all in. It ain't the short thing, it ain't the cute thing, it ain't my massive...thingy...and it ain't my ability to cook a fucking amazing roast dinner. It's the accent." Dustyn laughs and drains off yet another can. His accent only grows stronger the more that he drinks. Sometimes, when really hammered, it is almost impossible to figure out what he's saying. When he gets really excited too, he ends up sounding like Father Dougal McGuire on coke. The whole topic of marriage is a scary one he must admit. Despite what some people think, Dustyn was never actually married to Blake. For a start, it wasn't legal back then. They were just young, thought they were grown-ups and Dustyn had changed his surname to Blue-Williams. This, however, would be his first time if all goes to plan. "You're right, I should have the conversation. I just...don't want to freak him out. Dallas can be a closed book a lot of the times so it's hard to read the signs. Only saving grace is that I know he won't flip out. He'll just go quiet and leave me to worry in silence. Not ideal but it's better than fireworks and fists. I can't deal with that." Dustyn strokes his arm, as if nursing a bruise or a wound opened up by an old memory. "When I finally pushed Blake too far in our relationship, he called me all the names under the son and left me with Shay when I was 17 and going through hell. When Adam and I split he uh...picked me up by my collar...right off my feet...and threw me around the room. At least I know things can't get as bad as that." Dustyn doesn't look Erich in the eye as he's not sure if he wants to see his reaction. He's never told anyone about what really went on with Adam. Everyone knew he was the violent type but to literally throw little Dustyn around like a ragdoll is just disgusting and something which Dustyn has tried to erase from his mind.

A few moments later, brightening up the mood, Dustyn comes running back into the room with all sorts of bedding in his hands and wrapped all around him. Only his little face is visible among the mountains of soft white material, looking like a cheap snowman in a shitty school play. He throws two pillows and a huge comforter over towards Erich and then claps excitedly at the idea of making a fort from all the pillows. Dustyn certainly brought enough to make a rather comfortable one. There's no fun in staying over if you aren't sharing a sleeping space with someone and talking trash. Also, this is a strange place to Dustyn and he's unsure of what night creatures lurk around so being close to Erich in the safety of the fort is reassuring to him. "You can build the fort. You seem more skillful and yes I said fort, not fart!" his accent makes both words sound extremely similar. Dustyn then begins to strip off for the night: his socks, his trousers, his shirt, his...boxers. Well, it was only a matter of time, wasn't it? Not that Erich would be looking in that way but it's hard not to notice his body has developed more. A little treasure trail of golden hair leading down to the goods, the formation of a nice little set of abs and patches of soft, curly hair now appearing on his chest. Dustyn really is starting to man up.