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Chapter 62: Just a Scratch
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When Dillon opened the door to LITT-man's Jewelers(bad pun, he knew. Was it even a pun?), he was greeted with quite the beautiful sight. A million tiny glints of light behind glass counters danced as he moved like so many shiny fish in an aquarium. The entire store was well maintained and picture-perfect. It was one of the most high end places he'd ever set foot in. Was he the gay equivalent of 'Pretty Woman'?! Perhaps. He was glad he chose this place. Although, he was a little confused with his own choice. Did he even like jewelry? It was alright, he supposed. He did have his ears pierced and wore sterling silver and cubic zirconia studs his folks got him in Wildwood. That was it though. Regardless, he thought it necessary to examine the establishment's wares, for they were shiny. Tony followed him in and seemed just as impressed with the place as he was. It was like a different universe to the both of them. Neither came from money or knew anything of what the high life had to offe
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The snobbish sales lady came back over with a small pink slip of paper. She moved the two trays of sword-chains closer together. On each were two identical sets of the twelve birthstone colours. Why she had two trays of them out, he didn't know. She pointed to one with the light blue stone. It really was quite beautiful and it spoke to him even more than the display set with the red stone. Damn, he was excited. His guy was indescribably, ridiculously awesome! "Oh, hi there! Is this special for you?" She asked in a sickeningly sweet tone. The lady was probably an alright person, but Dillon had qualms with upper crust people. "Y-yes, uh- it's my birthday today." "A Christmas eve baby! Oh my gosh my niece was born on the twenty-sixth!" He had heard the 'Christmas eve baby' crap countless times. Also, who the hell cares when the lady's niece was born? "So, me and your friend here-" "Boyfriend," Dillon said with a small smile. He glanced at Tony, who blushed furiously. Why the fu
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There was no shortage of things to see as they made their way back to the subway station. It was almost midnight, so the crowds had cleared drastically. Drastically enough that Tony reached out and grabbed his hand gently. That was a surprise. He wasn't sure if he minded it or not. Why was Tony like this tonight? It was like he had morphed into a different Tony. He was very, very sweet and Dillon liked that, but in small doses. Just then, he looked over as Tony spoke up. "So, what drew yer eye to that chain? It's real sharp, man," he asked casually. "Oh yea! Well, I saw it and it was like it literally called to me. The sword- jeez this sounds so gross and mushy- but the sword represents 'you'. Yer the demon slayer after all. You protect 'me', represented by the chain, and I support you like the chain supports the pendant. We take care of each other, see?" Dillon gently pulled the pendant out from under his shirt and admired it. "The three colours of gold on both the chain and p
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Tony slowly pushed in after Dillon opened up. He gave him plenty of time to adjust. Like he said, he wanted this slow and gentle. There were times when he wanted to be tender with him to show how precious he was to him. Up until then, he catered only to Dillon's desire even if Tony was the dominant one. Since their talk yesterday however, he wanted to cater to the both of them now. Dillon had accepted that, and this time Tony wanted to show him he was precious to him. As he looked up with those eyes of a similar shade to the blue topaz around his neck, Tony could tell he certainly didn't mind. Hands on the wall in front of him to steady himself, Tony went very slowly. He still expected Dillon to take him all the way down. That was a rule the both of them had established since the beginning. As Tony got close to his climax, he pulled out. He was nowhere near ready for this to end. Dillon needed to beg first. Tony wanted him to beg for release because he drove him so wild. Time to roc
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The traffic was almost non-existent as Tony merged onto the Schuylkill Expressway. It was great. While he had to be wary of the 'fuzz'
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The waiter arrived with their drinks and they both gave their thanks. Up until that point, Tony didn't buy any of what Ethan tried to sell him. The further he got into the story however, the more he believed him. Tony knew all of Ethan's tells that showed when he lied. He was a terrible liar to begin with, and couldn't make them up on the spot like that. Not just that, but he could see the emotions in his eyes and he felt his regret so thickly he could cut it with a knife. He knew Ethan inside and out. For the first time, Tony listened. He heard him out seriously as he continued.
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Once Tony had finished the best meal he had for the second night in a row, he went to pay the bill. Ethan beat him to it, though. The bastard had his card out of his wallet and ready to go in his jeans pocket the whole time. It had made Tony feel cared about that his big brother wouldn't let him pay. He had gotten so used to the role of big brother with Dillon that he forgot what it felt like to be the little bro again. It was a nice change, not that he minded his big brother status with Dillon. Quite the contrary, actually. Once in a while though, it was nice to be treated to something. He knew that if Dillon was able to work more that he would surely treat Tony as often as he could. The kid was that kind of person.
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