There was no easy way to tell Dillon that half the shop knew about their relationship. The thing was, he couldn't not tell him. If he found out through one of them somehow, his reaction would be a thousand times worse because Tony didn't tell him first. For a couple beats Tony hesitated, with what felt to him like a worried expression on his face. What if Dillon hate
Dillon needed to clear his head. He didn't even want to look at Tony, but he couldn't go home either. The bastard didn't need to know that a night with him was too precious to give up. No, Dillon just needed to think and take some time to himself. He was terrified. Even more people knew, which meant many more points of weakness. That area of town was pretty close knit, and it wasn't impossible that it could leak to his family. Besides, that shop is where his dad took the cars for any non mechanical issue. Fuck, and all
While they might have made up from their combined overreaction earlier, Tony's blood was hot to teach Dillon's rude mouth a lesson. Hopefully Dillon knew it wasn't for real and that it just fit perfectly into the act. The heat that he could see in Dillon's gaze when he grabbed him by the hair told him he needed him. He wanted to make it up to Tony and he
Tremors ran through Dillon's body as he shook with adrenaline. Air was worth more than gold as he struggled to keep up with his Sir. It was almost impossible and Dillon almost pinched his leg to tap out, but he refused. This was for Tony, and he
Once the two of them had all their stuff, they got out and made their way up to the apartment. Tony was beyond content to see Dillon constantly look back at his new baby girl. There was no need for Mrs. Vera or himself to worry. The kid adored the car enough to be careful and rational in her care. Hopefully he adored it, anyway. He actually hadn't given a definitive judgment on what he thought yet.The very second Dillon unlocked his door with his new apartment key and closed it behind him, he assaulted Tony with a huge hug. The kid's jaw hit the floor when he handed that k
Prologue ~~~~~~~ One time, there existed a young man who resided outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. His name was Dillon Vera. He was sixteen years old, and neared the end of his freshman year of high school. Like many teenagers, Dillon had had a rough time. With his hormones and self esteem all over the place, it was difficult to find anywhere to fit in. Add in the fact that Dillon's best friend Dominic, Dom for short, had just moved down south, and Dillon was not happy. Dom was two grades above him, but they had been best friends since they were small. Once Dom was a Junior, he got offered a course at some ritzy tech school for carpentry down in Texas. It was something he really enjo
. April 16th, 2010: Friday
Right after he had registered who had run into him, the mechanic had put down his bag and started to inspect the wound. It looked like a flathead screwdriver jutted out of the bag and he figured that's what got him, since there was a little bit of his blood on the tip. For a couple beats, Dillon glared at the mechanic as he looked at his elbow, not entirely sure what he should do. His brain was in chaos. 'What the fuck is he doin' here? Can't
Dillon certainly didn't expect this scenario. The one where everything went right. Perhaps he