Tony finished the pudding in record time, and it was perfectly cooked at that. He set it in the fridge with cling wrap he put on the surface to prevent the nasty skin that would form if he hadn't. Tony checked his phone for any missed texts and saw that there were none. Then he made his way to his closet to find something more appropriate to wear than sweats and a ratty thermal. His phone had shown that it was almost a quarter of three so he was still on schedule.
He came out of his room in a nice maroon polo and his favourite pair of relaxed-fit dark blue jeans.
Dillon flashed another smile at Tony as he sat on the couch in front of him. He knew why Tony sat down, and that made his face heat up a couple degrees. Not good at all, especially with his parents fifteen feet away in the kitchen. The blush creeped further up his face and he felt the pull of arousal in his lower belly, so he thought it a good idea to retreat. With a wink, Dill pivoted on his heels and made for the kitchen. He heard Tony adjust himself in his seat and grinned to himself.Dad had gathered all the plates and silverware, while mom folded the cloth napkins, which she
Dillon bolted back upstairs. When he got there, he noticed Tony had moved all the cold stuff in glass bowls and the basket of sliced Italian bread onto the small table next to the service. Mom's good silver spoons were in them to serve with. Dillon made it to the kitchen and started to move all the sternos followed by the food filled trays to the dining room. Perhaps he did go a little nuts with all the sternos and trays when they could have just gotten their food from the kitchen. Although, he was a chef and he enjoyed that it was almost like he had catered for his family. Tony came out with more trays and with those, they had finally moved everything over.
After they had exchanged lists they sat around the table and talked about this and that for a while. Mom made some awesome coffee, which Dillon had loaded up with Splenda and vanilla creamer. Tony of course, showed his poor taste when he had his black. His hate for black coffee had become a joke to Tony, but Dillon was serious. Of all the delicious favours out there,
December 24th, 2010: Friday: Winter~~~~~~~
"Back when I was around seven years old… God I can't believe I'm tellin' this… that I'm sayin' it out loud. Whatever… Actually, lemme give you some back story first. It all started with my grandparents. My dad's parents specifically. My blood grandmother had died years before I was born. My grandfather got remarried to the grandmother that
'Happy' didn't describe it well at all. Was there a word to describe how intense the warmth in his heart was at that very moment? He tried to compos
Tony opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The first thing he registered was the soreness in his arm. He tried to move it, but he felt that Dillon had laid his head on it. They had fallen asleep together with Dillon's head on his chest. It was something they only did when one needed assurance. It wasn't that they didn't enjoy it, they were just generally more comfortable when they had space. Despite the space in between them, they always had a point of contact. Whether it be a hand or a foot, wrist or ankle, it didn't matter. They always touched. Another reason that they didn't often lie together was because of Dillon's aptness to roll over onto him. Tony had dealt with it all. Sometimes he'd roll over and they'd smack foreheads or he would get an elbow to the ribs. There was one time he'd pushed Tony closer to the edge gradually though the night and he fell out of bed. Off the edge of a 'California King' sized bed! The kid was an octopus. It was an endless annoyance to him and t
Forty-five minutes passed before Dillon got out of the shower. Tony had knocked on the door to ask if he was alright and he got a "Yea, be right out!". When he finally did come out, he was as red as a lobster and fully dressed. It was also unusual for Dillon to take his showers that hot. Any time they had showered together he always bitched about how hot it was. Tony privately assumed that he still felt kind of dirty from his past. He felt bad that he made the kid relive it all over again, but Tony deemed it necessary. It plagued him to the point that neither of them could sleep without the worry of a punch to the face. Plus, he wanted Dillon to know that there was no reason to hide it. Tony wasn't put off by it in the least. The only upset he felt was for Dillon, and the upset that he felt. When he thought about the fucker that did… that to his Dillon, he got enraged. He wanted to hunt the bastard down and end him. "Finally, bitch! You lucky we got on demand water heaters here o