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.
"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