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“Ugh! Ding ding ding. Too late. My turn,” Emma looks far too excited to jump in when Abi casts her indecisive gaze around at the group for the fifth time, unable to pick someone to ask. Emma flicks her blonde ponytail over her shoulder while she turns to face the group better, leaning up against Abi while she turns her attention to – “Ryan - truth or dare?”
“Dare. Gimme what you got.” Ryan's confidence is questionable, in the face of Emma's potential wrath. The smile on her face makes Dylan a bit worried, and it wasn't even him who was about to be dared.
“Okay, Ryan. Your dare comes with a choice.” Oh no. Not this. Dylan knows where this is going, and doesn't want to have to deal with how much his heart will hurt when he hears who she picks.
“Can she do that?”
“I can do whatever I want,” Emma, sounding far too smug, takes a sip of beer before fixing her eyes back on Ryan, “And I dare you… to kiss… either Kaitlyn… or Dylan…”
“Wow… I mean… I guess ‘both’ is off the table?” Dylan's heart thumps painfully in his chest at the possibility of getting to kiss him, even if it’s probably a joke to help lighten the mood.
“Sorry - I don't make the rules.”
“I mean, you literally just did, but okay, let's do this,” Ryan looks between the two, and Dylan tries to stamp down the hopeful feeling in his chest that he knows will be crushed when Ryan picks Kait – “Dylan. Let's go.”
Oh. Oh.
“Wooo- hooo- haha!” Jacob, drunk, has an excited smile on his face when he turns to Dylan, Emma chiming in with a wolf whistle. He has to consciously keep the wide smile from breaking out across his face, so that they don't catch on to just how much he's been wanting this.
The hard slap on his back from Jacob, and the teasing grins from Max and Laura means he absolutely failed in trying to hide it. But whatever, Ryan's looking up at him expectantly, and who is Dylan to deny them the show they've all apparently been waiting for? So, with his beer bottle clenched tightly in his sweating hand, not sweating from nerves though, ‘cause he's definitely not nervous, he stands in front of Ryan, feeling flushed and excited and nauseous all at once.
Ryan leans his head back, tilted slightly as he waits for Dylan to kiss him. Dylan stands between his spread legs, trying to keep a respectable distance between them, then leans down to connect their lips together.
He keeps it brief and as chaste as possible, stamping down the want for more that builds up in his chest. His eyes flutter open when he pulls away (when did they close?) to find Ryan staring up at him, eyes hazy and unblinking. Before Dylan's able to ask what he was staring at, there's a hand cupping the back of his neck, pulling him back in.
Ryan's mouth is insistent against his, pushing himself up on the log to reach him better. Dylan barely notices when someone, probably Nick, pulls his beer bottle from his hand, just uses the newfound freedom to cup Ryan's face, holding him in place while he cautiously brushes his tongue along Ryan's lips.
The groan Ryan makes as he opens his mouth is deep and rumbly and Dylan can feel it all the way to his toes . He unconsciously takes a step closer, and Ryan's hand drops behind his hand to the back of his knee, pulling it up and over his lap and all he can think is ‘holy shit holy shit holy shit’ .
There's a loud squeak from Dylan's right, and he quickly pulls away, panting heavily, to find Abi covering her face with her hands, watching them between her spread fingers with wide eyes.
“Please,” Emma drawls, taking a slow sip of her beer as she stares between the two, “don't stop on our account.”
It makes the blush Dylan can already feel on his cheeks burn red hot, and he has to bite his lip to hide his giddy smile when Ryan urges him to stand up from his lap. Ryan follows him up, standing so close that their chests brush when Dylan has to take a deep, steadying breath. Ryan turns to look at Emma, his face perfectly blank as he says,
“Emma tru–”
“Dare.” Emma doesn't even let him finish, bouncing excitedly in place now that she's got a turn.
Ryan hands off his own beer to Jacob, who wiggles his eyebrows when he catches Dylan's eyes, before Ryan's urging Dylan towards the path back to the cabins while shouting over his shoulder, “Dare you to kiss the hottest person here.”
Dylan's too busy staring down at their now joined hands to look and see who Emma picked, but by the embarrassed squeal, he guesses Abi’s nights about to be as good as his is turning out to be.