Once Tony let him off, he was able to see what a mess he'd made of his man. Tony did that. Dillon wanted and trusted only him
Dillon couldn't contain himself as he exploded in hysterical laughter. 'Fuckin' damn it. That BASTARD!'
"Yer so incredibly helpful," Dillon said flatly and reached over to swat Tony playfully on the chest.
"I... I didn't- it was dumb of me to do it here... Tony, please, I'm sor-"
"Can I help you?" Tony smirked.
. November 24th, 2011: Thursday&n
"Holy- wha- how- what?! Hahahahaaaaa! Yo! She's AWESOME!" Tony remarked, eyes glued to her sleek shape and beautiful tinted windows. Everything on h
"Yo, what's that Lisa girl's deal?" Tony whispered to Ethan, who had sat on his right-hand side. He smiled and shook his head.
Tony stood out on the wrap-around porch, recently painted light green, as he puffed on his cigarette. While dinner was absolutely delicious and he was pleasantly full, every now and then he'd get a pang of nausea. Mid-thought on his dilemma with Lisa, Tony was startled from his head when the door behind him clicked open. To his surprise, it wasn't Ethan, but Lisa her
"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.