Ever so gently, Dillon took his hand back from Tony when he pulled up and parked next to a Sunoco gas pump. Jersey unfortunately had the stupid rule that customers couldn't pump their own gas, so he waved down a fuel associate and had him fill his baby up. He'd have to think of a name for her now. Tony tricked her out and she was beautiful enough now that she needed
They were in a town of total strangers, so they didn't need to be on guard so much over how they interacted and appeared in public. Of course, they still weren't into traditional public displays of affection and didn't hold hands or kiss unless they were alone. They did however have a language of small, friendly touches and gestures that had developed between them. That way they could still express themselves to each other in public with minimal attention."O-ok, yea yer right. Of course I'll come, then," Tony said happily and flashed a million watt
Eventually, Tony moved to sit cross-legged behind the grill to watch Dillon cook. It flattered him that he liked to watch him work. At the same time, it made him a little bit nervous, as it did when anyone watched him in the school kitchens too. It was much worse in the school kitchens of course, as he didn't know how the diners would respond if he messed up in some way. It was different with Tony. As he put the de-husked corn cobs and halves of mango on the grill and shut the lid, Tony spoke up."Hey when you do the pineapple, can I have the core?"&n
It was such a fun time, they didn't even notice the sun start to set above them. Tony didn't last too long in the water and went back to their setup while Dillon swam around like a weird polar bear-fish-alligator hybrid. After a while, even he got too cold. It was no surprise, since it was so early in the season. He came back a couple hours later to Tony asleep in his lounge chair, totally content with the world.Dillon had moved his chair closer to his and fluffed his towel around his shoulders. Nap time was imminent, and though they had both sprayed up with sunscreen, he
The next day, Dillon and Tony piled into the car. They almost didn't make the parking meter, and there were traffic cops galore in Wildwood. Both of them had woken up and decided to go walk on the beach for a while. Every time Dillon went to the beach, whichever one it was, he always brought some shells and stones back. He'd give some to his mom or put them in his fish tanks. Each shell and stone was a memory of that happy day. They had parked a block from the boardwalk and paid the meter for ninety minutes. The beach was so beautiful in the morning and each enjoyed the other's company so much that they lost track of time.
. June 18th, 2011: Saturday
With his head tilted all the way back, Tony gulped the last of his coffee and made an audible 'pop' after he swallowed. It was funny how he felt the need to add sound effects to everyday motions and activities. Dillon called them
It took Tony a few minutes to think of what to say. He texted Ethan to give him a minute so he could think, that way he didn't think he had ignored him. As he thought, he slipped yet another cigarette from his pack and lit up. Might as well give Dillon a few more minutes of sleep. Finally, he started to formulate his reply.
It was very important to Tony that he assured Dillon enough that he was loved. Sometimes in dominant and submissive dynamics, the sub will believe they really were worthless trash. It would usually happen if they receive harsh treatment, but no affection to remind them that it's just for fun and they were indeed loved. Tony made it a point to remind him of that before he finished when he could. Once the stopwatch hit sixty seconds, Tony held him down a few seconds more, smacked the back of his head a couple times as he pumped his hips, and pulled him off with a gasp.&nbs
"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.