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Dwight Houston and Ethan Brightman are in love. Nothing could ever come between them, not until the car accident. Ethan loses all memory of being with Dwight but can love truly conquer all? Can Dwight find a way to trigger Ethan’s memories?

Meanwhile, Ethan is struggling with strange feelings he never thought he’d have. He’s drawn to Dwight and knows thaat there is something important there, something he’d forgetting, something just out of reach. If he could just figure out what it was.

Characters from CP Coulter’s ‘Dalton’

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Collision - Part 16 

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Ethan felt warm. He wasn’t sure why he felt so warm but he was in absolutely no position to complain about it. Sighing softly, he kept his eyes closed, clinging to the pillow in front of him. At least, in his sleepy state, he thought it was a pillow. Smiling at the feeling, the warmth and the safety. He felt that safety there too. He wasn’t thinking clearly, but he didn’t feel like he needed to. Wherever he was, he knew he would be okay, though he wasn’t entirely sure how he knew that. He just did for some reason.

Suddenly Ethan felt this weight around him. It was there before, but now it had a tighter hold around him. It was warm. It felt kind of nice, in a strange sort of way. He wasn’t all that sure of what it was, but he wasn’t complaining either. It was snaked around his waist, pressing him closer to the pillow, that perfectly warm pillow. Not too warm, but not too cold either, just right. He didn’t know what it was about where he was laying, still barely awake, eyes still shut tight, but he knew that it was just perfect.

Ethan gently ran his fingers along it. It was so nice and warm. Soft. It felt good beneath his fingertips. As he got further and further along, he felt the shape change and finally realised. It was an arm. It was Dwight’s arm. He had stayed the night with Dwight that Dwight was holding him close as they slept. It felt nice to be so wanted by someone that wasn’t his brother. He never really expected it. The way Dwight’s arm tightened around him if Ethan moved away too far caused Ethan to smile, shuffling closer, like he knew Dwight wanted.

He didn’t expect to find himself there that morning. He knew he really liked Dwight. He wasn’t sure where that had come from at all, he just did. There was something about the way Dwight cared for him like that, looked after him. He knew he’s always be safe with Dwight. It was perfect, really. He kept Ethan safe. He kept Ethan happy. The date the night before had been proof of that. Dwight was so worried about Ethan getting hurt and he tried so hard to make him happy, he did everything he could to make the night perfect.

Dwight was adorable, really. That’s what Ethan thought. He had the cutest black mop of hair that fell into his eyes. Ethan loved pushing it away for him, to look at those gorgeous brown eyes of his. Dwight’s eyes were really pretty. That’s what Ethan told himself. They were so dark and almost mysterious. You could only really tell that they were brown and not black in the right light. There was something about Dwight’s eyes. Such pain and sorrow within them, but more than that, such hope. Ethan loved looking into those eyes and seeing the little spark.

Looking at Dwight now, his eyes closed, he could see how long his eyelashes were. They were beautiful. It was amazing to be able to just look at Dwight like this, knowing that Dwight liked it, wanted it. Dwight seemed to crave his attention and now that Ethan had finally given up the fight, he was more than willing to give that attention. He ran a hand through Dwight’s hair, smiling fondly as the younger boy  leant into the touch. He didn’t expect Dwight to lean into it like that, but he liked it, and somehow deep down, he knew he would.

He let his fingers run down Dwight’s side, shifting closer to share their warmth. He hadn’t thought he’d have gone as far as he did the night before. He just sort of lost control. He wanted to remember, to feel and he did. He remembered the things Dwight liked and he remembered how it felt when Dwight did the things he loved right back. He remembered the soft touches and the sweet kisses, the way things could go from rough and needy, to sweet and tender in moments, and then quickly go right back again. He remembered how it felt to be in love with Dwight Houston.

His heart fluttered at the thought. He was in love. He was in love with Dwight Houston and he didn’t know how on Earth he could’ve ever forgotten that, how he could’ve forgotten the way they looked at each other, the way they held each other and whispered to each other. He was amazed he couldn’t remember the way Dwight smiled at him, and what that meant. Ethan only wished he could’ve remembered that sooner. He’d missed out on so much time. So much they could’ve been doing while he was trying to fight the one thing he really wanted.

The memories had come during he night mostly. He dreamt them. He remembered the way they’d gotten together. He had filled Dwight’s room to the brim with roses. Red, orange, yellow, pink, white, every colour you could imagine a rose could be. There was no bare counter in Dwight’s room. Even his bed was covered in them, and when Dwight had come back from lessons, he’d opened the door to find all those, and in among them, was Ethan. Dwight didn’t know what to think. Ethan had already filled his room with things before but that time it was different, and when Ethan walked over to him, taking his hands, and asking him to be with him, Dwight had smiled more than Ethan had ever seen before.

He remembered their first date, and the way Dwight was so nervous he barely spoke. He remembered the first kiss, the way Dwight had frozen, terrified he’d do something wrong. He smiled fondly as he watched Dwight sleep, memories flooding his mind. He even remembered the nerf fights they’d have, as hard as that was to believe. The memories had all come so quickly, it took Ethan some time to get through them all. It took him even longer to decide he was okay with every thought running through his head. It was a little overwhelming.

As Dwight began to stir, Ethan moved closer, resting his chin on the pillow beside him and watching him curiously. He smiled fondly as Dwight sniffled, his hold around Ethan’s waist becoming tight. He wasn’t sure whether he remembered that or not, but it was nice. Dwight buried his face in Ethan’s neck, taking a deep breath and causing Ethan to giggle as it tickled against his skin.

Dwight’s eyes slowly fluttered open, pulling away from Ethan just enough to look up at him. Ethan bit his lip, trying to stifle his grin. Dwight was clearly still trying to get his head to start working. He just kept staring at Ethan for a moment, and Ethan didn’t move. He didn’t want to. He wanted to see what Dwight was going to say. He was worried that somehow, someway he’d screwed it up and Dwight wouldn’t want him anymore. It would just be his luck to push Dwight away for so long, only to be pushed away as he changed his mind, and realised just how he felt.

Though, as it happened, Dwight didn’t do that at all. He just moved closer, smiling brightly as he held Ethan to his chest. He pressed gentle kisses along Ethan’s shoulder and up to his neck, whispering softly, “Mmm good morning.”

Ethan sighed softly, running his hand down Dwight’s spine, causing him to shiver, “Good morning.”

Dwight smiled faintly as he reached Ethan’s jaw, pressing feather light kisses along his skin until he reached Ethan’s lips, speaking softly into them, “Did you sleep okay?”

Ethan ran his hand up Dwight’s back once more, nodding slowly, “Best night’s sleep in ages.”

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

Dwight grinned, closing the gap between them in a gentle kiss. Ethan slowly ran his hand into Dwight’s hair, humming happily into the kiss. He didn’t want it to end. He’d wasted so much time fighting it, telling himself it was wrong, telling himself that even if he wanted it, it could never happen. He didn’t want to waste anymore time. He just wanted to keep kissing Dwight, to keep tasting him, and to come up with some way to make up for all the pain he’d caused. 

When he finally did pull away for air, he quickly rested his head in the crook of Dwight’s neck, pulling him closer. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to go anywhere, because he knew he was going to have to tell Dwight that he had remembered a lot now, and he was worried about how much he was getting wrong. He was scared he had still missed out important parts of their past, and he was scared that the reminder of the accident would make things worse, would make things awkward between them. He didn’t want them divided. 

Dwight wrapped one arm around Ethan’s waist, letting the other run up to his neck and hold him close, “Are you okay?”

"Yeah. I’m fine." Ethan whispered, rubbing his nose softly against Dwight’s neck. He smiled fondly, brushing his fingers along Dwight’s side, "I’ve never been better."

Dwight grinned, shivering as Ethan’s fingers ran along his side and leant closer to him, seeking warmth, “Perfect.”

"Can we stay here for a while?" Ethan looked up at Dwight with hopeful eyes, "I mean, you don’t need to be anywhere, right? I just thought we could spend some time together for a little while."

Dwight gently kissed Ethan’s nose, causing him to crinkle it, chuckling softly, “There is no place I’d rather be than right here, in your arms.”

Ethan shifted closer, hugging Dwight as tightly as he could. He was content to stay right there in his arms, trying to figure out what he was going to do about telling Dwight. He’d definitely have to tell him that morning. The thing that had him stalling for time more than anything else was his fear or scaring Dwight, of worrying him, of making him think that maybe he wouldn’t be able to handle the sudden burst of information.

He figured that Dwight would be okay. He’d have to be. Him remembering was a good thing. It was just what Dwight wanted. He just had to figure out how he was going to tell him. He couldn’t really think straight though. Not with Dwight’s skin pressed against his, not with his head rested against Dwight’s warm shoulder. It was rather surprising really, that Dwight had skin as warm as it was. The pale colour was deceptive. Ethan had always thought Dwight’s skin would be cold. That was just one of the many things Dwight surprised him with.

He hadn’t even realised he had started running his finger along Dwight’s arm. It felt so nice to brush his finger along Dwight’s skin, feeling the curves of his muscles and the warmth radiating off him. It was nice to be able to just lay in Dwight’s arms without having to say a word. They were passed the need for words. Ethan could remember that now too. It was still a little fuzzy. There were still things he was unsure of, but he supposed Dwight was going to be right there to help him figure those things out. Dwight would always be there for him.

So when Dwight started twirling a strand of Ethan’s hair around his finger, Ethan didn’t have the same reaction he would’ve had a few days earlier. If it had been earlier, he would’ve flinched, pulled away. He would’ve fought his urges, but he wasn’t fighting anymore. He’d long since given up on fighting. Instead, he pressed gentle kisses along Dwight’s shoulder, slowly making his way back up to his shoulder. The hunter hummed happily, his eyes closing as Ethan moved along his skin. It felt nice to be able to make Dwight so happy. To cause him so much pleasure with the simplest of touches.

Ethan grinned, wanting to keep going. He let his lips brush along Dwight’s skin, leaving gentle kisses as he went. From his shoulder, Ethan slowly made his way up to his neck, nipping softly on his collarbone. Dwight bit his lip, groaning softly as he did, and Ethan couldn’t help but tease him just a little bit, sucking gently on Dwight’s skin for just a moment. He chuckled softly as Dwight whined under his breath. Slowly, he continued to press feathered light kisses up Dwight’s neck, finally reaching his ear and whispering, “I love you.”

Dwight grinned tilting his head to the side. He brushed his nose along Ethan’s, looking into his eyes and whispering just as softly, “I love you too.” 

He let his fingers run along Ethan’s arm gently, causing the Tweedle to shiver. As Dwight pressed some gentle kisses to his neck, Ethan decided that that was the beast place in the world to be. He didn’t want anything more but that, right there. The perfect moment that drew on as Dwight flicked his tongue gently over his skin, kissing softly.

"What’s gotten into you this morning?" Dwight murmured softly, and Ethan could tell he was smiling just from his voice.

Ethan looked up at Dwight, kissing him gently and spoke softly into his lips, “Just figuring some stuff out in my head about us.”

Dwight frowned and Ethan immediately regretted saying that, because he knew. He knew Dwight was going to get worried, and he didn’t want to worry him. He wanted Dwight to be happy about it, because he was. He just wished he hadn’t put Dwight through so much pain before he finally snapped out of it and remembered everything.

Dwight ran his hand through Ethan’s hair, “What about us?”

Ethan took a shaky breath, looking up into Dwight’s eyes, “Dwight, I remember.”



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