August 15th, 2011: Monday
All clean and dry, Tony stepped out of the steamy bathroom in a pair of maroon and gold Gryffindor boxers. He was a Harry Potter fan too, ok? Piss off. As he walked out to the living room, his attention was drawn to his phone as it pinged and vibrated on the table. When he picked it up and swiped it open, he was shocked to see that it was almost nine thirty. Had he really taken over an hour in the shower? Well, it had been worth it. His neck felt infinitely more relaxed after he let the hot water pound away at it. There were three missed texts from Dillon that he quickly tapped open.
Tony knew exactly what went through the stupid little shit's mind as he stood out on the porch and waited. Last time, Tony had conspired with Mrs. Tracey to steal Dillon's win. This time, he'd put money on it that Dillon conspired with his own mother to steal his win. How did he not see that before? It irked him to no
At the end of the strip, Tony hung a slow left to pull into the alley between the wall and abandoned K-Mart. When he was considerably out of view in the shade of the building, he turned the key in the ignition and killed the engine. They both unbuckled their seat belts and Dillon turned his body towards him, eyes bright with need. Tony said punishment, but he knew by the poorly concealed smile Dillon had when he reached his hand out and smacked him across the cheek that he was into it. When they met gazes again, Dillon had his 'Bring it'
The flow of the whole trip was much smoother once they hit the road again. The two of them laughed and carried on to Avenged Sevenfold and Led Zeppelin in the background. They had been on the Atlantic City Expressway for some time, almost an hour, before they realized they had both forgone a proper breakfast. As much as they had discussed that once on the road, they wouldn't make unnecessary stops, they stopped at the first rest stop they happened upon. Though their little detour in the K-Mart alley had happened around an hour and a half before, Dillon was still a bit flushed from the intensity of the experience.
August 16th, 2011: Tuesday
With full and incredibly happy bellies, they hopped into Bertha for the short return trip back to the apartment. Dillon continued to rave over the scrapple and stuffed French toast while Tony was all about the Belgian waffles. They had them set up for people to make their own. Next to the waffle irons(multiple, so as not to hold up the lines), the chefs had lined up trays of small disposable cups of waffle batter. A customer would simply choose a cup(they had different flavoured ones too, like blueberry and anice), pour it into the center of the waffle iron, then close the lid, lock it, and flip the whole thing. There was a small green light that lit up when the waffle inside was done, but Tony left it on longer so it made a thicker, crispier crust.
. August 17th, 2011: Wednesday
The ridiculous onslaught of rain went on for nearly three hours. When Kat and Brenden were finally comfortable enough to set out, they were worried about time. They had to check into the place they rented near Niagara Falls at six, though Tony reminded them that they could just call and say they'd be late. Reservations weren't typically canceled unless the guest was very late and was a "no-call-no-show".
"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.