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