After they had both calmed down and caught their breaths, Tony stood up and grabbed Dillon's arm. That surprised him and he jumped. He didn't like to be touched without warning for reasons he didn't want to think about that moment. What would he do? Tony shot him a confused glance, then leaned down and pressed his shoulder into his belly, arms around his waist. Dillon's jaw hit the floor as Tony lifted him with little effort in a fireman's lift. This bastard was strong!
October 31st, 2010: Sunday: Autumn~~~~~~~
After a minute, the apron began to get in Tony's way, so he untied the back and threw the excess over Dillon's shoulder. While Dillon might believe otherwise, Tony thought that he was blessed with some nice equipment and he had a
"Uh, I- uhm... I'm actually happily with someone... I-I can't..." He said awkwardly. "Nothin' against you at all, you know how bangin'
After a beat or two, Dillon let him go and returned to the food on the stove. Tony smiled back at him, then looked over and saw the mound of bacon, sausage, and scrapple on a paper towel lined sheet pan. He reached out and grabbed a few of each despite Dillon's protests and quickly retreated to the living room. As he munched a perfectly fried piece of scrapple, Tony
Dillon leaned his head back on the couch cushion while he caught his breath. 'Blissed out' was an understatement. When had Tony gotten that good? He supposed that practice truly did make perfect, and Tony must've been a quick learner. He had only knelt for Dillon a handful of times. The fact that Tony swallowed, took him to the base, and cleaned him off on top of everything had him speechless. Things like that reassured him that Tony wanted him. A moment later, he looked back down at him. "That's how much I want you, haha. So damn hot, dude." Tony smiled. "Heheh. Ditto, dude. Sorry for the, uh... amount. Actually nah, I'm not. It was too perfect!" Dillon gave a satisfied sigh. "I don't even wanna move." "Well, that breakfast was perfect. So, y'know, tit-for-tat. I'll clear the plates n' all, you set up the first flick?" He rubbed and patted his stomach happily. "Yea, you got it. Let's see..." Dillon pulled the list written on a paper bar coaster closer to him on the coffee ta
"Fine, fuckin' prick. Always get what you
November 25th, 2010, Thursday: Autumn~~~~~~~
The super hot water felt fantastic on Tony's back and neck. Was he that