Dustyn stands on the rooftop terrace of his penthouse apartment in London with his boyfriend Dallas. The Irishman rests his head on the other man's shoulder as they look over the late night London skyline while pretending the biting cold isn't an issue. Dressed in just his bathrobe, boxers and slippers, Dustyn is putting on a brave face against the temperature so he can just relax with Dallas in a beautiful setting. The pair had just came out for a cigarette but the little blond has found himself more interested in the good company and stunning scenery more than his cancer stick. The young couple have been seeing a whole lot more of each other lately and actually act like their in a fully committed relationship now. The distance is the only thing getting in the way now. The awkwardness and all the nerves have surpassed. Dustyn can be his quirky self without worrying about irritating Dallas as he's learned to appreciate it now. Likewise, Dallas can be laid back and not act like a hopeless romantic who is head over heels for his boyfriend. Beforehand, Dustyn used to think that Dallas didn't really care much for him as his last boyfriends were very "passionate" and openly expressed their feelings for him. It's just the way Dallas is though. He's never been one for huge romantic, in your face gestures. They're now both in sync and have an understanding. "When we do gets a place of our own we need to get a studio built in. I can never be arsed getting up at the crack of dawn and travelling to different studios. I wanna fall out of bed and record in me boxers." Dustyn chuckles, continuing a conversation they were having earlier.

Dustyn takes a drag of the cigarette after Dallas does, actually being reminded that he has it in his hand. He was far too busy gazing out over the busy city to focus on smoking. Dustyn knows that Dallas had a hard time when it came to people interfering with is sexuality. It's a big enough issue as it is without people pointing their fingers and making accusations. Fans of Dustyn were the worst though. Being the baby of the band, looking all small, cute and innocent and having lots of drama with his past boyfriends, the army of teenage girls and guys are super protective of him and were examining Dallas under a microscope. He feels like that was part of why it took Dallas so long to loosen up. The pop-punk singer is not dating a famous singer. He is dating one of the most recognisable faces in the world who happens to have literally millions of people wanting a piece of him. It's only now that Dustyn realises how much of a culture shock it must have been for Dallas to enter into something like that. "Aw, Kellin can has his own little room when he comes to stay. Like Monica and Chandler promised a Joey room when they moved away." He smiles and takes another drag of his cigarette. "Yeah, definitely need a gaming room but if we gets one you might not be able to gets rid of Billy...or Riley...or Scott. All mad gamers. You turned me into one too." Dustyn chuckles. Before meeting Dallas, Dustyn hardly knew how to play a game which wasn't in The Sims franchise. "Just don'ts make the man cave all smelly with your farts and stuff." Dustyn turns to face Dallas. He opens up his robe and hugs Dallas, bringing the material around the back of his boyfriend to somewhat "lock" him in a hug. "Actually, fuck it. Your belly is freezing." Dustyn laughs and closes over his robe, tying it tightly again.

Dustyn rubs Dallas' arm too, trying to warm him up. Being up so high at night in London during this weather is far from the ideal weather to be shirtless in. "We will go back inside soon and get under the covers. I promise not to keep stealing them like I did last night." Dustyn laughs and smokes again before handing the cigarette over to his boyfriend. "He ain't sleeping on my new couch and making it sag with his big arse. He can sleep on the huge pillow with the cats," he jokes, looking over the edge with Dallas. This house is worth a lot, would easily have enough room for Dallas to move in and is one of the best spots in all of London but the pair both decided on getting an entirely new home together. Dustyn didn't want to feel like he owned the place and have the power to kick Dallas out if he moved in. A new home, a lot of new furniture, new surroundings and a new start is what is best. "You? A lady? Ha! You is a manly man but I like that. It's sexy." Dustyn gives a little wink and chuckles. "It's good that there is no paparazzi around. I'd be so pissed if they started taking snaps of me boyfriend's nipples."

"You know, I'd like to think the arm around me is a sign of affection but I know you is just stealing some heat." Dustyn smirks and rests his head against Dallas' arm which is wrapped affectionately around him. When Dallas talks about Dustyn's annoying sleeping habits, he laughs loudly which causes an echo across the terrace. "Yeah, sorry about that. I just get so comfy in bed at times and it makes me feel all safe and cosy. Anyway, a naked Dallas outside the covers isn't exactly a bad sight now is it?" He winks and then gets a mental image of Kellin being attacked by his cats, especially Fifi who has a rather short fuse. She even takes swipes at Dustyn for even petting her at times. "Yeah, the kitties wouldn't like that. They hiss at Billy because he has a dog. Well, a lot of animals act odd around him. It's weird." As Dallas mentions the tattoos on his chest, Dustyn runs his hand over his boyfriend's bare chest before brushing his thumb over a nipple while giggling. "I can see them perfectly from here." Dustyn then shivers while letting out a long yet seemingly silent yawn. "Let's head back inside now. I can feel drops of rain coming down. I tell ya, when it pours down here it's enough to send Gene Kelly into a state of depression." Dustyn laughs and leads the way back into the house, fighting with the stiff glass door on his way.

Inside the palace like home, he unties his robe as the heat immediately hits him. "We mights both be sleeping outside the covers tonight. I forgot to turn the heating off before we wents outside." Dustyn fans himself and flaps the material of his robe. He makes his way down the hallway and into the bedroom. Dustyn turns on the little lamps on the end tables each side of the bed before he straightens up his pillow on the left hand side of the bed. "I might get a glass of water for bed. You needing anything from the kitchen?"

Inside the bedroom, Dustyn potters about as he tries to get all organised before bed. He hangs up his robe on the back of the door, places his slippers under the bed, puts his mobile phone on charge and picks up items of clothing from earlier in the day. "All of this saves me from making an effort in the morning. You know I ain't a morning person at all." Dustyn chuckles and pokes his tongue. Dallas knows all too well how nippy the little Irishman can be in the morning. He takes the crumpled pile of clothes out of the room and dispenses them into a laundry basket before heading into the kitchen. While in there he switches the central heating off from the boiler and pours himself a glass of ice cold water. "I don't think you'll be wrapping yourself up in the covers any time soon. Well not unless you has a death wish," he jokes as he walks back into the room in his boxers. Dustyn opens the bedroom window just ever so slightly to let a subtle breeze drift through the room. "I swear if one of those big night moths fly in again like a few days ago, I'll shit meself." Dustyn laughs but after joking around he makes the opening even smaller. Just in case. He takes a sip of his water and places it down on the bedside table. "You look cute all sleepy and ready for bed." Dustyn smiles and moves over to Dallas, tiptoeing to give him a kiss. His lips are a little cold due to the water he just drank.

Dustyn heads into the bathroom after Dallas finishes up. He washes himself, brushes his teeth and despite that fact that he'll just be crawling into bed straight afterwards, he adjusts his hair and sprays on some deodorant. Dustyn always wants to make sure he looks his best for Dallas. Even though his boyfriend is not someone who is really into looks it's still nice to make a little effort. He comes back into the bedroom and sees that Dallas phone is still on, catching a glimpse of the Twitter icon. "Saying goodnight to your legion of fans are we?" Dustyn smirks and crawls onto the bed, laying on top of the covers and crossing his legs over. He laughs as he watches Dallas do what seems like a dead on impression of how Dustyn would react if a moth were to fly into the room. "If you acted more like that I doubt you would have had as many people questioning your sexuality and motives when we first got together." Dustyn laughs and gives Dallas a little kiss on the cheek, feeling a little tickle from his facial hair. "Never shave this off."

Dustyn gives a little reassuring smile to Dallas when he talks about the homophobic people who troll online. Whether Dallas was joking or not, he still doesn't like to think that his boyfriend may feel a little hurt from time to time when he does come across messages like that. "Well, I think that all homophobic guys secretly want a big dick up there arse and all the homophobic women want to be face planting pussy. It's just a whole load of denial." Dustyn chuckles and moves in even closer to his boyfriend as the temperature seems to have dropped enough to now allow body contact. He covers his mouth as he laughs at Dallas' unexpected joke. Dustyn loves when Dallas gets dirty as it is always totally off the cuff which makes it even more hilarious. "Wow...that was a good one. Not entirely true though. When was the last time someone was on your back? Pretty sure you is more familiar with my back than anything else." Dustyn winks and jumps back a little when Dallas pokes him playfully in the ribs. "A bear?! You is far too sexy to be one of those. Well I know a few places on the London gay scene. Maybe we can go out to the zoo one day to see the bears?" he jokes, stroking Dallas' facial hair gently with the back of his hand. A soft kiss on the cheek leads to another one on the lips, followed by another.

Dustyn nods along in agreement while letting out a little chuckle too. He genuinely does believe that anybody who is so up in arms and against gays really be lodged right in the back of the closet. "You said it, Dally. I think that the whole Russian government are gang banging behind closed doors. Everybody wants a bit of cock at some point. Sometimes it's just out of curiosity like you said and sometimes there's no going back after it." Dustyn giggles and his eyes widen when he mentions the girls. That is one thing he can never get his head around. "Yeah, like I don'ts get how girls make out and it's just seen as friendly. If I was that friendly with my male friends...well, I don't think you'd want to be around me anymore." He gasps and laughs hysterically at Dallas' dirty mind again. "Dally! Is someone feeling a little frisky today?" Dustyn pokes his tongue out. "Yeah, I like my guys to be manlier than me. If I was into guys less manlier than me then I might as well just be straight!" Dustyn always had a think for guys with facial hair, tattoos and piercings and Dallas fits the bill perfectly. The closest thing Dustyn has to being as edgy is a nipple piercing he got a few months back which was well worth the pain considering the amount of fun that can be had with it. He would never sit through and endure the pain of getting a tattoo though. Dallas can get enough tattoos for the both of them. When Dallas kisses a little harder Dustyn rolls on top of Dallas, knowing that he isn't hurting him. When he feels his boyfriend's tongue run over his, he knows where it is heading. While Dustyn locks lips with Dallas, he places one hand on the other man's face while his free hand slowly travels down his midriff, caressing the skin. Dustyn's fingertips slip under Dallas' waistband and gently brush over some hair before coming into contact with some flesh. Dustyn smirks as they continue kissing while his fingertips glide over Dallas' shaft.

Dustyn and Dallas very rarely get to act this playful with each other so tonight the pop star is making sure to take advantage of it and savour every moment. The long distance between them is the biggest factor in it but even when they do get together, they aren't always in the mood to fool around due to the hours of travelling and barely finding time to get each other alone. He sighs gently and closes his eyes briefly when Dallas holds him tight and runs a hand through his hair. Dustyn is a sucker for all of the mushy, close contact stuff in bed. When Dallas moans, Dustyn smirks and continues to trail his finger over the length of Dallas. "You like that, Dally?" He speaks in a more seductive manner now rather than a playful one. As he feels his boyfriend harden against his palm, Dustyn's gently caress soon turns into a firm grip as he slowly strokes Dallas, carefully retracting his foreskin. Feeling him throb, Dustyn leans forward and kisses Dallas' ear before whispering into it. "I want to feel this fucker deep inside me." Despite Dustyn having a reputation for being a total bottom, he has always been more submissive rather than dominating which is surprising as he seems to be pulling it off rather well here. It might be a nice surprise for Dallas that he gets to sit back and let his boyfriend do most of the work for once.

Dustyn smirks and starts to kiss Dallas' neck after whispering rather seductively into his ear. His voice actually sounds rather deep and slightly husky at times, quite the opposite to the stereotypical, overly camp one that a lot of people would assume he has. A few little kisses on the neck lead to more on the lips. He gently bites on his boyfriend's bottom lip a few times and looks into his eyes. This close tender moment would be the perfect time to slip in an "I love you" but since they still haven't muttered those words, Dustyn leaves it out despite having really strong feelings for the man in his life. Dustyn continues to stroke his boyfriend, feeling him grow and throb with every little movement. When he hears Dallas swear and feels him twitching, Dustyn knows that he just has to unleash him. He moves down and slowly pulls off Dallas' boxers, revealing every inch of him. Dustyn smirks and bites on his lip as a naked Dallas is one of his most favourite sights. "Good day to be a bottom," he says, referring to Dallas' size and all the pleasure he gets out of it. When Dallas himself starts to tease Dustyn he chuckles and takes Dallas' hands when they are on his waistband. He takes off his boxers, using and guiding Dallas' hands. As soon as the material is down far enough, he bursts out of the cloth prison and shows that he's just as excited as Dallas. "We has to wait though. It's your turn first." Dustyn winks as he starts to kiss Dallas' smooth midriff and continues to make his way down. His tender kisses around intimate areas really are a treat to anyone who's ever had them. Dustyn usually prefers to be the one that's getting all the attention instead. He takes a hold of Dallas and looks up at him with his shining blue eyes before slowly taking the tip of him into his mouth. He pays attention to Dallas' foreskin before slipping his tongue under and running it over his rather sensitive head. As his tongue gets to work, Dustyn reaches out a hand, wanting to take hold of Dallas' as he pleases him.