"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
Tracey V. 9:00 AM: Hmm im not sure. I would ask Dillon. He's the head chef here
Tony pulled into the Shoprite parking lot and parked as far from the store as he could, away from cars that could hurt Harley if they weren't careful. Most people in grocery store parking lots weren't careful. Plus, he never minded the walk since it got him to move around more. After he entered the sliding doors and selected his cart, he set to work. He had to get lo
Tony hated the fact that things had ended up the way they had. He despised it. In the back of his head, it had always been a desperate wish of his that Ethan would