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Bonded
“I still can’t believe we’re gonna be going to the same college. Feels fuckin’ surreal.”
“It is crazy. But haven’t I always been a little, V?”
Dylan watches as Eric tapes another box of belongings, labeling it REB (DESK). Eric looks to Dylan with a sly smile and puts the box down with a few others on the floor.
Ever since Eric got his acceptance letter for the Spring semester and surprised Dylan with it over a casual conversation, Dylan is beyond excited and can hardly contain it. He hasn’t felt this excited about anything lately. His first semester was brutal and lonely, and Eric’s emails were only just enough to keep him from jumping off the roof of his dorm at times.
Even though they won’t be able to room together this semester, the summer leaves so many possibilities to plan for the future. They could even move into an apartment or something. It’s terrifyingly exciting to be able to make your own decisions that impact your life.
Eric adds, “We’re gonna kick Tuscon’s ass.”
While Eric is turned, Dylan closes the gap between them and hugs him from behind, embracing Eric with his thin arms. Eric’s body melts into the touch as always, and he feels Dylan nuzzle their temples together.
“We’re in for a wild fuckin’ ride, Reb.”
Eric becomes adjusted to college life right away. It’s the perfect balance between having no one to watch over you like a hawk on its prey, and still maintaining some sort of structure to follow. Eric always liked having order to things. He’s already befriended his roommate and they even have a class together.
Classes have been in session for a few weeks already and some professors are already talking about preparing for midterms. Eric doesn’t find his classes too challenging, and he can copy off of some of Dylan’s work from the last semester. Freshman classes are easy to get through when you’re not a fucking idiot, as Eric gently puts.
Dylan and Eric hang out a lot outside of their dorms either at the library or the student union. They like people watching and Eric can't help but notice the patterns of the students that come and go.
They have yet to be able to stay overnight in either one’s room, but Eric plans to cut that shit real quick. He craves Dylan more and more each day and he figures he can’t let his nerves get in the way of expressing his love for his boyfriend.
One night after having a late meal, Dylan senses Eric is in one of his trances and snaps his fingers at him. Eric blinks and swats his hand away, briefly annoyed at being pulled from a really good daze.
“Earth to Eric? I said do you wanna go to a party Friday night? It’s not far from campus.”
“Sure, dude.”
Eric adjusts his hat and notices his roommate walking by and waves, motioning him to come over. He stops and they chat about the homework for their computer class, making jokes and playing off each other’s banter. He eyes Dylan and before Eric can introduce him, his roommate breaks the ice.
“Dylan, right?”
Dylan nods, “Yeah, what’s goin’ on, man?”
“How are classes going for you?”
They all chat briefly about their current schedules, plans for the weekend and where the best party will be. Sam, as Dylan finds out, is very charismatic and seems to enjoy being roommates with Eric and possibly considers him a trustworthy friend at this point. It makes Dylan a bit jealous at their chemistry, but Eric can schmooze anybody for personal gain.
As Sam walks away, Dylan looks at Eric with a smirk on his face and Eric rolls his eyes, already knowing what Dylan is about to start.
“He might like you, Reb. I can see it in his eyes.”
Eric scoffs, “Yeah, right. I talk about you enough I think he gets the picture.” Eric pauses to swallow before admitting, “I told him about us.”
“Really?”
Eric sees Dylan light up and shoves him in the shoulder, “You’re kind of my favorite subject, Vodka.
“Gross. Get a new hobby,” Dylan replies with a grin. He knocks his leg into Eric’s under the table and Eric resists the urge to lean in and kiss him.
He doesn’t think he could do that here. Not yet, anyway.
Eric is still finding the courage within himself to be affectionate in public with Dylan. Behind closed doors and in the secluded corners of the library is all fair game, though. Dylan’s willing to wait for Eric’s hesitations to slowly burn away.
After all, Dylan has told Eric he’s seen a semester’s worth of alternative young adults like him flourishing beyond the confines of their high school walls. Dylan has partied with some interesting people, and has since seen that others can have open minds and college is one of the best places for exploring previously challenging thoughts. Those talks really opened his mind and soul to truly accept who he wants to be.
Because Dylan wants nothing more but to be with Eric Harris.
When Dylan returned to Colorado for break, he wasted no time in telling Eric he loved him and that he wanted to be with him romantically, more than friends. More than what either of them ever thought they would become. Eric sobbed in Dylan’s arms that night, repeating his sweet words right back to him.
Eric was in love with Dylan Klebold and no one could ever understand how great it finally felt to say that.
Dylan has figured out that he can always wait for Eric. He’s already waited for him for fifteen long weeks, aching to be with him and spend every day together during winter break. Although Eric didn’t get time to visit Dylan while he was away, he was already so busy working his ass off and saving all the money he could. He applied on a whim, thinking it would be a shot in the dark to get a dorm, and when he was able to fill a last minute spot, he knew it was fucking fate.
Fate brings them together in this universe, and that’s what makes it worth it.
*
The party on Friday is fucking crowded. There are people of all different groups packed into a two story college house smelling of beer, weed, and cigarettes.
Eric and Dylan shuffle past the front door to the backyard and find Sam chatting it up with a few people. He waves and they take in the sights. Dylan takes his flask out and downs a few good shots before handing it to Eric to do the same.
Dylan sees Eric talking to a girl about his t-shirt and Dylan can’t resist the opportunity to remind Eric that he’s not in high school anymore, even though Dylan knows it’s a harmless conversation. Dylan approaches and slips his arm around Eric’s waist and looks at his somewhat startled expression which quickly subsides once he realizes it’s Dylan who’s next to him.
Dylan watches as the girl doesn’t seem to say anything about Dylan and Eric holding each other, which Eric realizes is the first time they’ve ever shown affection toward each other in a somewhat public setting. The alcohol provides a little bit of confidence, and so he lets Dylan stroke his sides as Eric talks with the dark-haired girl.
Eric seems to get pretty into the conversation, smiling when she lights up about their similar music tastes. Dylan grips Eric’s side a little harder subconsciously, but just as Dylan starts to feel a little jealous, another friendly-looking young woman comes to kiss her on the lips and flirtatiously pulls her away.
Dylan sighs and looks at Eric as he turns to crane his head up to admire Dylan’s protectiveness.
“You know, I never thought you’d be the jealous type.”
Dylan releases Eric’s side and feigns annoyance.
“Shut up, I’m not jealous. I just wanted to be close to you, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing’s wrong with it, like, at all. I like it, and I kind of want you to do it more often.”
Dylan smiles at Eric’s bright eyes and reaches up to gently caress his shoulder with his thumb. It’s a small gesture, but Eric warms up inside as the night continues on and his hesitations about being affectionate with Dylan around others slowly melts away.
By the time it’s barely midnight, everyone is wasted out of their minds.
Eric unlocks his door with a drunken hand and stumbles in as Dylan pushes him through the entryway. They’re both pretty drunk, but not completely obliterated. Eric is handsy and Dylan can’t keep his mouth shut as they finally have a night to themselves. Sam won’t be back until Sunday, and Eric is glad they can finally have some privacy to fuck around. Literally.
Dylan pulls Eric on top of him, kissing him sloppily and getting his hands on Eric’s bare skin. They sigh and quickly get undressed, unable to keep it together for very long. Eric has been aching to get Dylan alone like this and he’s going to take advantage of having Dylan naked in front of him for as long as he can.
“Too drunk?” Eric asks with a smirk as Dylan falls onto the mattress trying to take his pants off.
“No. Just wanna touch you all over,” Dylan slurs, taking his hands and running them down Eric’s bare chest as he stands in front of Dylan.
“You make me so fuckin’ hard, Dylan.”
Dylan throbs at Eric’s urgency, and kisses him deep before pulling him onto the bed.
Dylan blows him briefly before he opens Eric up and prepares him with spitty, cautious fingers. Eric moans and arches his back, bent over the edge of the bed as Dylan skillfully twists his digits inside, wanting more. Dylan can hardly handle Eric crumbling before him—his body movements are more fluid than normal and Dylan can't resist but to smack his ass as pulls his fingers out.
“Goddamn, give it to me,” Eric sighs, looking back over his shoulder to find Dylan spitting in his dick and gripping his hips.
“Shit,” Dylan gasps as the head of his dick pushes through. Eric lets his ass swallow in Dylan’s cock, and just like he promised, Dylan fucks Eric with no abandon.
They try to be as quiet as they can, but Eric can’t help but wail into his arm as Dylan slides in and out effortlessly while admiring the curve in Eric’s back as he tries to get his boyfriend to fuck him deeper. His hips slam against Eric’s cheeks, and the dirty sounds of their entanglement fill the small room.
“Yeah, shit, just like that, V—”
Eric comes in his hand, whimpering as Dylan unloads inside him, pressing in as deep as he can. Sweaty and spent, the sway as they clean each other off, tossing the shirt into the laundry hamper under Eric’s bed.
They pass out almost immediately after, slipping on their boxers and cramming into the twin-sized bed.
*
The semester continues without much excitement. Midterms come and go, and Eric is proud to show his parents how well he’s doing despite their initial hesitations.
One night Eric is in his dorm doing homework and listening to music on his headphones when Sam comes in late, high out of his mind. He reeks of weed and his eyes are as red as can be.
Eric smirks to himself and turns his music down slightly, continuing to write up a report and take notes. He hears Sam messing around with some stuff before there is eerily no more noise for a few good minutes. He turns his head to check on what’s going on and sees him sitting on his bed, staring at the floor thinking. Eric looks at the clock and decides to retire for the night.
“Yo, Eric, can I ask you something?”
“What’s up?”
“Are you serious with Dylan?”
Eric swallows before answering, “I think so, yeah. Why?”
Sam looks over at Eric and gives him a stoned smile, a smile that sends a strange twinge down his spine. He’s only really ever seen Dylan give him that look. Eric feels his heart jump to his ass as he realizes Sam is about to hit on him.
“Is he the only guy you’ve ever been with?”
Eric licks his lips out of nervousness.
“Yeah.”
Sam bites his lip, giving him a loopy, flirtatious grin. Eric feels trapped, frozen, and unable to figure out what to do. Never in a million years did Eric ever think he would be interesting to anyone other than Dylan. His adrenaline races, and Sam sits up straighter, leaning back and obviously eyeing Eric up and down.
“There’s so much you don’t even know about being with guys. I could tell you things you didn’t even think were possible. Aren’t you curious as to what’s out there?”
Eric fidgets in his seat, his anger building. He inhales a deep breath and stands to face his roommate.
Eric decides to assert his position and clears his throat. “I’m with Dylan. You know this.”
“You’re so many guys’ type, you know. Smart, edgy. Pretty good looks—”
“Dude, quit it. I don’t want anything else besides what I have. End of story.”
Sam gets up and grabs his keys, brushing by and staring him down. Eric furrows his brows in frustration, apprehensive about his roommate’s motives.
“Fair enough. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. You can invite Dylan over tonight if you want, I know you guys fuck in here anyway.”
The door slams and Eric winces, punching the bedpost.
What the fuck was that about?
Eric decides not to invite Dylan over right away, but heads out of his dorm, frustrated and confused. He knocks on Dylan's door and he answers, surprised to see Eric without any warning.
“Reb?”
“You busy?”
Dylan looks behind him into his dorm, and shrugs. “No, what’s up?”
Eric leans against the door frame and looks into Dylan’s eyes with an expression that only Dylan can recognize.
“Let’s go to the library. Get your keys.”
Dylan nods and grabs his keys from his desk as Eric watches from the doorway. He grabs his U of A sweatshirt and pulls it over his head before they exit and head for their safe haven.
On the walk outside Eric is uneasy and Dylan can tell. They walk in silence until they get to their favorite corner on the second floor, sitting at a table near a window. Dylan sighs and looks around before reaching for Eric’s face and gently touching his cheek.
“What’s goin’ on?”
Eric leans his elbows on the table and sighs.
“Are you—happy with me?”
Startled, Dylan scoffs out of surprise at such a question and looks at his boyfriend right in the eyes.
“Of course I am. What do you—Eric, I fucking love you. What the hell is up?”
“Sam was trying to come on to me, I think. He asked if you were the only guy I’ve been with. I obviously said yes, but then he was like oh, I can show you other shit you wouldn't believe and all this bullshit. It never clicked that other people besides you would ever want that with me. But obviously I’m not into him. You know that.”
Dylan shakes his head. “I told you he was definitely into you. But I don’t get it, is that what’s got you worked up?”
Eric stays silent, and Dylan softens his expression to something more serious. Eric finally lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re missing out on other… people.”
Dylan doesn’t hold back and kisses Eric on the mouth before holding his face in his hands.
“Eric. No one on this goddamn toilet earth could ever replace you. Ever. We’re so fucking bonded together I don’t think we could ever exist separately. I love you so much, it hurts to hear you think I would ever want anything else besides us.”
Dylan pulls Eric into a hug and they stay embraced, listening to the other’s breathing and inhaling each other’s scents. Eric thought his high school insecurities were gone, but college just opened up an entirely new wormhole of self doubt.
“I wear this ring for you, Reb, and I’ll fucking die with it on. I don’t need anybody else.”
“Dylan,” Eric coos softly into his shoulder, “I know, I’m sorry. It just got me fucked up. You know how I get.”
“I know. And that’s why I’ll always be here for you. We need each other, shit, I need you more than you realize. Eric, I don’t know what I’d do without you. And now we’re together, going to college. We finally made it out of Littleton somehow and we can really start our lives. Together.”
Eric smiles against Dylan’s shirt before he finally sits up to look Dylan in the eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs, defeated and angry at jumping to conclusions.
“Don’t be sorry. You know I can’t exist without you.”
“I know, I’m an idiot.”
“Stop, you’re not an idiot. Just know that I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
Eric smiles, his eyes bright and saturated even in the dimly lit library. Eric drops his hand and puts it on Dylan’s thigh, and just like that his eyes darken and his mouth curls up into a smirk. Dylan’s amazed at how quick Eric can go from one mood to the next without even saying anything.
“He’s gone tonight, though. Wanna go back to my room?”
Dylan flirts back, “What do you think?”
Eric sits up and stretches, giving Dylan a hefty dose of bedroom eyes. Dylan sighs, his body already reacting to his stupid attraction to Eric.
“C’mon, V.”
They exit the library, and Dylan runs his hand across Eric’s ass as they round the corner into the stairwell.
Dylan slams Eric up against the door as soon as it closes and locks. He grabs his boyfriend's face and devours him in a passionate kiss, groaning into his mouth and pressing their warm bodies together.
“Do you need to be reminded how much I love you?”
“Yes, Vodka,” Eric replies breathily as Dylan bites his jaw and neck, running his hands up Eric’s body and palming his smooth skin under his shirt.
“Your voice is so beautiful when you whine my name like that.”
Eric blushes and captures Dylan's mouth with a kiss, biting his lower lip and moaning against his lips. Their tongues glide together, breaths quickening and erections hardening. Dylan presses their hips together and rocks their bulging dicks, shifting and pressing to create a delicious friction. Eric’s eyes roll back as his head hits the door when Dylan presses his thigh between Eric’s legs.
“You’re so hot,” Dylan praises, making Eric flush and become even more aroused at Dylan’s words.
“Fuck. I love when you say that to me.”
Dylan smirks while undoing Eric’s belt and BDUs, “I know you do.”
Eric moans and grabs Dylan’s hair when he drops to his knees and kisses along his navel. His stomach flexes and Dylan salivates as he pulls his cock out and shoves Eric’s pants to his knees.
Dylan looks up at Eric and kisses around his shaft, the warmth radiating onto his cheek as he grazes past. Dylan inhales his musky scent, nuzzling into his cock and drowning in the little mewls Eric can't keep in.
“I love making you feel good, Reb.”
Eric chokes out a gasp as Dylan takes the head into his mouth briefly before spitting on him to get him slick. Dylan licks his lips and holds Eric by the hip as he swallows him down. Dylan sucks his cock like his life depends on it, twisting his head and fondling his balls. Eric bucks his hips every time Dylan uses his tongue on the underside, and Eric can barely keep his knees from buckling at the pleasure Dylan feeds him.
“Oh, fuck, Vodka—”
Dylan pulls off and strokes him as he catches his breath, watching Eric’s chest heave as he looks at the beautiful blonde on his knees before him.
“Moan for me again.”
And Eric moans, so fucking flustered and turned on as Dylan stands to kiss his neck, slowly stroking his spit-ridden cock. Eric's cock leaks and leaks as Dylan bites and sucks the sensitive skin of his neck, gasping at Dylan's honey-like movements.
“You ruin me so easily,” Eric smirks as he grabs Dylan’s shoulders and bucks into his hand.
Dylan crushes their mouths together again and helps Eric step out of his pants while he takes his shirt off. Eric lays on the bed as Dylan strips completely naked, crawling up his body and feeling every inch of his creamy skin. Eric arches his back with every pass of Dylan’s warm palms on his chest, his stomach, his sides. Eric’s mind is melted to nothing when Dylan worships him like this.
Eric always longed to be touched and loved just like this.
“Fuck me, V,” Eric pleads as their hot, hard cocks rub against each other, Dylan’s teasingly close to his hole.
Dylan growls and gets their lube from the drawer, eagerly slickening his fingers and teasing Eric with his thumb. Eric keens and writhes as Dylan opens him up on his fingers, large hands gripping his inner thigh, watching his boyfriend from above. His cheeks are flushed, mouth agape, gasping and panting and his dick is so. Fucking. Hard.
Eric sighs as Dylan removes his fingers, lubing up his aching shaft and leaning down to dip his tongue into Eric’s pleading mouth. Dylan moans when Eric wraps his hand around his neck, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling ever so gently.
“You want it?” he asks against Eric’s lips, nudging at his quivering entrance.
“Mhm, so bad.”
“How bad?”
“Oh god, just fuck me and use me.”
Dylan smirks and kisses Eric dirty before shuffling in between his legs. He raises his left leg against his body, stroking himself and rubbing against Eric’s cock and balls. Eric can barely take it, already leaking all over his stomach.
Dylan presses in and groans as Eric’s hot walls suck him inside his body. He throbs as Eric hisses and reaches down to stroke himself while Dylan gets balls deep and starts to rock in and out. The pleasure is almost too much as Dylan’s hips snap back and forth. His whole body moves as he pounds Eric into the bed, staring into his fiery eyes, pupils blown wide.
Eric’s back arches off the bed when Dylan shifts his hips, rocking slower and deeper, savoring the feeling of Eric’s insides wrapped around him. His dick slides all the way out before entering him again, and Eric whimpers each time he pulls out.
“Yes, that feels so good,” Eric coos, his eyes screwed shut as his lover continues to fuck him slow and deep.
“So good,” Dylan echoes, closing his own eyes and jerking off Eric to match his thrusts.
Dylan continues a few more thrusts, before he pauses and leans down to give Eric a passionate kiss.
“I’m gonna fuck you harder.”
“Goddamn, do it.”
And that's all that Dylan needs to hear before he grips Eric’s waist and anchors himself in the perfect position to absolutely fuck Eric as hard as he can. His balls slap against Eric’s body as he slams him hard, pressing his cock into his prostate and making him gasp and cry out uncontrollably. Eric’s whimpers and stifled moans over the course of the minutes Dylan continues to fuck into his body are enough to send him over the edge.
He presses in as far as he can, making Eric choke out an erotic sound that Dylan had yet to hear when they make love.
“Fu-uck, Dyl-an,” Eric whines, voice raspy and strained as the cock inside him explodes and fills him up with his hot load that was aching to be released.
All Dylan can do is moan back as Eric quakes around him, coming all over his chest and stomach, breathing heavily and twitching through the waves of his climax. Their breaths are heaving as they come back down from the high, and Dylan slips out, watching as his mess seeps from Eric’s perfect body.
Dylan lays on top of Eric, not caring about the mess they've made together, and holds him close as they bask in their euphoria. Eric kisses Dylan slow and sweet, running his hands up his back and feeling over his skin.
Eric smiles up at his boyfriend, love laced in his tired expression. Dylan is perfect for him in every way possible.
“You’re the love of my life, V.”
“There wouldn't be life at all if we couldn't exist together.”
Eric smiles, and Dylan leans down to kiss him again, never getting sick of showing how much Eric means to him, and how badly they need each other in this life. Their existences forever bonded by love.