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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Dwight just sort of stared at Ethan for a moment, trying to take in the information. He remembered? Remembered what? Everything? He couldn’t have remembered everything, could he? Not all at once. Not that quickly. It was good though, really good. It meant he had his Ethan back, but Dwight was so scared Ethan would be hurting. To remember so much, so quickly, would be a lot to take in. Quickly, Dwight wrapped his arms around Ethan from behind, sitting up and pulling him close so that Ethan’s back was flush against his chest. He rested his chin on Ethan’s shoulder, smiling fondly at the closeness.
Ethan leant further back in Dwight’s arms, covering his hands with his own. He let his fingers thread into Dwight’s, feeling the weight of their hands together and running his thumb over Dwight’s knuckles. The silence drew on, and though Ethan knew that it was good, that they could just be together without saying anything, he also knew how important it was for Dwight to say something. Right now. Anything to reassure him would be good.
Hesitantly, Ethan tilted his head to the side, looking up at Dwight, biting his lip nervously, “Please say something, Dwight.”
Dwight tightened his hold on Ethan’s hands reassuringly. He wasn’t upset, at all. He was worried Ethan might think he was, but how could he be? He was ecstatic. He had his Ethan back. He was just scared of how much the Tweedle had had to go through to get those memories back in such a short amount of time. He pressed a gentle kiss to Ethan’s cheek, trying to reassure him and earning a happy sigh. He grinned, nuzzling Ethan’s neck and hugging him a little tighter.
He didn’t want to break the silence but he knew he had to, whispering softly, “How are you feeling?”
Ethan chuckled softly, “I’m fine Dwight.”
"No. Be honest." Dwight kissed Ethan’s shoulder, sighing softly, "Getting six months worth of memories back in one night is a lot to deal with. Don’t act like it isn’t Ethan, I’m here for you."
Ethan shifted in Dwight’s hold just enough to look in his eyes, biting his lip and smiling softly. He took a hand from Dwight’s, brushing it through the hair at the back of his neck and whispering softly, “I’m okay. I have you, and I love you, and I’m okay. I promise. You’ll keep me safe. I know you will.”
Dwight looked into Ethan’s icy blue eyes, chewing nervously on his lip. Ethan’s hand running through his hair felt so nice, so familiar, and the warmth in his eyes seemed more familiar too. He was still worried. He was beyond worried. He knew it had taken more out of Ethan that he wanted to admit, and he knew he had to get Ethan to admit it, to talk to him, because it would just be too hard for him to deal with alone. Looking into those soft blue eyes though, Dwight smiled softly as he recognised that look, the one Ethan always gave him; love. He felt like he was finally home.
He brushed his thumb over Ethan’s cheek, smiling fondly as Ethan’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, leaning into the touch. Dwight felt like everything might actually be okay now. He had his Ethan back. They could get through the rest, because they had each other.
"T-There were so many things I wanted to tell you. There were so many things I wanted to do. E-Every day, I saw you and everyone got to hug you, but I knew I couldn’t." Dwight’s voice came out as a whisper.
"You could’ve. I wouldn’t have minded. We were still friends in here." Ethan whispered just as softly, pointing to his temple, "You were always my friend. You were always allowed to hug me, just like everyone else."
"I wasn’t though." Dwight tightened his hold around Ethan, resting their heads together, "Because if I did, I just…I know for sure I wouldn’t have been able to let go. I knew that if I hugged you, I’d want more. I’d kiss you, and I couldn’t force that on you. I wouldn’t do that to you. I love you too much for that."
Ethan closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath before he looked up at Dwight, wrapping his arms around his neck to hold him in place. He hated knowing that he hurt Dwight that much. He wished he could fix it, make the pain go away, but he didn’t know how. Their noses brushed gently together and Ethan opened his eyes once more, looking into Dwight’s deep, dark brown ones and smiled softly. Those eyes. Those beautiful, perfect eyes. They were one of the things he fell in love with.
Finally, Ethan whispered softly, their lips barely touching, “You don’t have to hide your feelings anymore.”
Dwight was so desperate for Ethan’s affection, the words caught him off guard, his breath hitching as they spilled from Ethan’s lips. That was enough for him. That was permission, and that was all he needed. He looked at the soft smile on Ethan’s face for a moment more before his eyes fell shut, closing the distance between them in a gentle kiss.
This kiss was so much more important than the others. It was like the first time all over again. Dwight needed to show Ethan how much he meant to him, how much he cared about him, and Ethan needed to reassure Dwight that he was there, that he would always be there. Dwight let a hand slowly run from Ethan’s cheek, to his neck and slowly into his hair. He’d missed the feel of Ethan’s hair beneath his fingers. So soft. He wanted to make the kiss last, bringing Ethan closer. There were so many emotions he had to pour into that kiss, so many things he needed to say. He needed to tell Ethan he loved him, he needed him, and that he was so, so scared to be without him.
Ethan answered in kind, pressing their lips firmly together. He poured everything into that kiss, trying to tell Dwight that he was there, that he always would be. It was soft, and sweet and Ethan was just taking his time to appreciate how perfect Dwight’s lips were as he slowly parted his own, flicking his tongue against Dwight’s.
The hunter quickly took the hint, parting his own and groaning softly as Ethan’s tongue swept into his mouth, tasting lazily. Dwight brushed his tongue along Ethan’s, pulling him closer. He drew Ethan closer, leaving no space between them and started gently sucking on Ethan’s tongue, causing the Tweedle to moan softly pressing himself closer. Reluctantly, Ethan pulled away for air, whining as Dwight ran his teeth along his tongue as he did.
Ethan smirked, licking his lips and tasting Dwight on them. He whispered softly, “You are such a tease.” and kissed Dwight’s nose.
Dwight chuckled softly, crinkling his nose as Ethan kissed it. He pressed gentle kisses to Ethan’s lips to accentuate each word as he spoke, “I learnt… from… the very… best… tease… ever.”
Ethan snickered, “Really? Who’s that, then? Should I be jealous?”
"Oh, well, I don’t know if you know him." Dwight nipped gently on Ethan’s neck, "He has this beautiful golden blonde hair that falls into his eyes. I love running my hand through that hair." Kissing his way up Ethan’s neck, he whispered, "And he has these soft, ice blue eyes, I just stare into. His lips. They’re so soft, and his body…" Dwight bit his lip, looking him up and down, "Mmm his body is to die for."
Ethan grinned, tugging on Dwight’s lip with his teeth, “That’s all well and good Dwight, but you just described my brother.”
"Just because you’re twins, doesn’t mean I was talking about him!" Dwight shuddered, causing Ethan to laugh, kissing him reassuringly.
Dwight laughed softly, looking into Ethan’s eyes for a moment. He was glad. He was so, so happy to have Ethan back, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried. He didn’t want Ethan to keep it all inside, so he had to ask. He had to figure out where exactly Ethan’s mind was and how he could help him.
Delicately running his fingers through Ethan’s hair, he kept the soft smile on his face, “What was it like? To remember everything?”
Ethan frowned. He leant his head against Dwight’s shoulder, trying to figure out what to say. He wasn’t sure really. It just happened. One minute, he didn’t know, and the next he did.
Taking a shaky breath, he murmured softly, still trying to figure out his words as he went, “I…it was like, I went to sleep last night and I dreamt it. All of it. Well, I don’t know if I remember all of it. You’re going to have to help me fill in some of the blanks. It was like I saw us, and I was doing that before, you know? I would see us, and know that it had to be real but the feelings weren’t there. This time they were and now I look back on the way I treated you while I couldn’t remember.”
Ethan cupped Dwight’s face in his hand, biting his lip, “I’m so sorry.”
Dwight quickly shook his head, resting it against Ethan’s once more and smiled softly, “It’s okay. Really. You didn’t know. I was just trying to keep my distance so that you wouldn’t be freaked out by my intense need to look after you.” He chuckled softly.
"I felt safe with you. I wanted to be close to you. I didn’t know why, I just knew it was important for some reason." Ethan pressed a gentle kiss to Dwight’s cheek, smiling reassuringly, his voice going soft, "You were so important to me, even when I had no idea why. Even when the thought of what you wanted from me was something I just couldn’t give, I kind of wanted to, and I just wanted to keep you happy. That’s how much you mean to me."
Dwight grinned, nudging Ethan’s cheek with his nose. They were going to be okay. He knew they were. This was exactly what he wanted and what he was completely terrified wouldn’t happen. He only had one more thing he had to fix. He didn’t know how to fix it though, but he thought he ought to try. pressing a gentle kiss to Ethan’s lips, reluctant to pull away, he whispered softly, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t the one driving.”
"I’m not." Ethan murmured just as softly, looking up into Dwight’s eyes, "That must have been terrifying for you. I can’t even begin to imagine it, so don’t you dare so you wish you were the one driving, because you already went through enough. I don’t know if I could’ve handled seeing you like that. You’re much stronger than me."
"They made me leave. I didn’t want to, but they said I had to leave the room." Dwight bit down hard on his lip at the memory.
"I know. I know, I remember you saying that. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. I should’ve been watching the road."
"I distracted you." Dwight murmured sadly, causing Ethan to roll his eyes.
Ethan looked Dwight in the eyes and whispered softly, “How about we stop blaming ourselves, and just be happy we’re both okay?”
Dwight chuckled, nodding slowly, “W-We’re going to be okay, right?”
Ethan hugged Dwight as tightly as he could, speaking softly before brushing their lips together once more, “We’re going to be amazing, Dwight.”