The two of them were on the road in under fifteen minutes. Dillon had packed one of Tony's duffels with their swim trunks, towels, Dillon's knife kit, water bottles, and other odds and ends they'd need. Then he gave the beach grill a wipe down with a disinfectant wipe to get the dust off of it and put it in a bag next to the duffel. Then he had to figure out what to do with his insulin. Tony found him a large insulated lunch box that he could keep it in along with the lunch ingredients and stuff to drink. At the last minute, Dillon also decided to pack an extra pair of flops for Tony. He knew the guy well. While he promised he'd be fine now, a few hours on his feet and he'd bitch and moan about how uncomfortable they were. It was kind of cute.
"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