"Yer a wreck and beat from all that, and yer already
Tony set Dillon's cola icee next to him with his pack of Maverick menthols(gross peppermint sticks, for the pussies that couldn't take real tobacco). He took off his coat as he heard Dillon rip open the bag of Skittles. By the time Tony turned around, he had already poured a handful of skittles into his mouth. Couldn't the brat wait a minute? Dillon was a diabetic, h
Though Tony would pick on him in good fun to try and lighten things, Dillon conquered all of that which would send many kids mad. He gripped the edge of the counter with both hands as a fresh wave of guilt hit him. A punk like
"Why, uh- why'd you want me to give it? You never let anyone do that kinda thing for you." He looked over to Dillon, who smiled at him, put his phone down, and kissed him.
"Six hours left, dude! C'mon, be happy!" Tony said cheerily."You deleted my
Dillon sat on the bed, enraptured with 'Chopped' reruns on the Food Network.
Tony had gone through a lot of trouble to do all that he did. All the burners on the stove were taken up and the oven was on. Tablet propped up on the counter, he had multiple recipes pulled up on different windows. Damn, he really pulled out all the stops, didn't he? Dillon would be stuck with cleanup, however. Not because Tony made him, but because he was
In the months that led up to Dillon's birthday, he did mountains of research on anatomy and sexology. He wanted to know how to do everything; when, where, and what they would need. While they looked at whatever store they went to, he would be able to make an informed decision on what was best. Tony had a clean STD panel as of a week ago and was without a doubt faithful, so they both agreed protection wouldn't be necessary. It was fine with him,
After a bit, Dillon realized there were still a ton of perishables and other ingredients that littered the surfaces in the kitchen. With a sigh, he got up and took Tony's plate with him to the sink. Once he got there, he rounded up all the perishables and replaced them to their spots in the fridge, then cleaned up the couple dozen gross, used paper
"Guh- 'atta boy, Dill! Choke on me!" Tony grunted. As he pistoned his hips, he held Dillon's head down.The air in his lungs had started to become laden with carbon dioxide, but he wasn't allowed up. Even if he
Back at the apartment, Dillon piled the stuff they brought up in the guest room. Since the guest bedroom was so very rarely used, it was the perfect storage space for their chairs, fold up tables, coolers,
"Look here," Dillon said softly and he gently turned Tony's face to look him in the eye. He'd looked away as emotion had threatened to overwhelm him. "I… can't change the past, but I can assure you of yer future. Tony, you'll
As the hand that gripped Dillon's right wrist tightened and pulled slightly, he groaned softly and took another breath. What were his options? The arm around his neck was a no-go, but if he could free his right arm, perhaps he'd have the leverage to flip him? If he could pry his thumb off, he could break his grip. 'Fuck! That's out too!' Dillon thought bitterly as he
. October 27th, 2012: Saturday
Dillon felt his eyes light up at the thought of Tony as his self-defense teacher. Excitement ate away at him already to see all the cool stuff his a
"Fine," Tony spat as he lifted Justice up by the front of his hoodie and slammed him against the trash can again loudly before he abruptly let go.There was a look of exasperated shock on Justice's face as he caught his breath from the adrenaline. He looked from
"You were made for me, Dill. In every
"Good man, I'm glad to hear. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Such simple, innocent times, eh?" Tony yawned and gave a content stretch. Dillon could relate, his body was pleasantly heavy and his vision had a warm fuzziness edge to it, if that made any sense.