He was possessive, big-time. 'No fucker will ever have him like this. Only me. He's mine,'
January 1st, 2012: Sunday
It was a bit of a surprise when Tony stood and stepped up to him. Dillon expected him to kneel, but guessed again when he saw him reach down to gently grab his legs. Once he had Dillon's ankles in hand, Tony turned him before he sat down again with his feet in his lap. 'This is an interesting development, hope it unfolds as I predict,' he thought as he tore off anoth
"Fuck Dill, yesss that's it," Tony breathed as Dillon kissed behind his ears.&nb
A small grin adorned Dillon's features for a moment, before he very slowly and gently pulled out. He remembered how uncomfortable it was when Tony pulled out the first time. As he did so, Dillon leaned down and kissed him softly and ran his hand through the hair on the back of Tony's head. After a minute, Dillon couldn't ignore the mess between them anymore. It was kind of gross. Tony had finished a lot and it equally covered both of them.
July 5th, 2012: Friday:
"I get it. I don't approve of yer liein' of course, but I understand why you did… Thanks for bein' honest. Please don't lie to me again, yea?""I already promised you that, Dill- like I said, it was an old lie.""Ugh… that means
"We there yet?!" Dillon whined emphatically. The brat knew they were almost at the Walt Wittman bridge, but he was in adorable-irritant-mode.
"There we go, haha," Charles chuckled as he took Dillon's outstretched hand. "Nice handshake, young man!"
"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.