. 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
Mrs. Tracey 9:30 AM: Hey Tony! Just wanted to let you know I'm coming to drop off Dillon's long acting insulin he said he forgot. Ill be over in like a half hour or so
When Tony walked up to the bathroom door and poised himself to knock, he stopped short. Perhaps it was a breach of privacy, but he held his ear silently to the door and listened intently. It was unusual for Dillon to take long in the shower. Oftentimes it meant that he had decided to utilize his shower trick, a trick Dillon had introduced him to months ago to deal with emotional pain and heartache. Tony had to admit it did help, but he had to know if the kid was upset. He was his demon slayer, after all.Sure enough, it was very faint over the sound of the water, but Tony heard t
"You know I feel the same, right? It's merely daydreamin'. I don't want things to change," Dillon said as he looked right into Tony's eyes. He didn't miss the spark of
When they got to Shoprite(Dillon had coupons and didn't like Wal*Mart's produce and meat selection), Tony's road-rage was stoked with the congestion in the parking lot. Anxiety levels at max after some blind bitch almost backed into them, Tony shouted obscenities at the stream of cars that clogged up the front of the lot by the entrance. All he wanted to do was get down one of the rows so he could park as far from everyone as he could. He always
As he turned on his hazard lights and parked in front of the store, Tony took his phone from the cupholder and called Dillon to come outside. He popped the lever to open the trunk and a few moments later, Dillon came out with the cart. Together, they loaded up the Bronco and returned the cart in easily under a minute. Their teamwork was good, though they were largely spurred forward by the anticipation of what was to come. The sexual tension was so thick, Tony could have cut it with a knife. While they got in and settled, Tony blasted the AC to keep the groceries and themselves comfortably cool. Once Dillon was buckled in, he turned his hazard lights off and pulled away. To the back of the lot he went, but he had something he had to get off his chest as he moved.
"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.