The Art of Life and Love: The First Spark의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

  Dillon flashed another smile at Tony as he sat on the couch in front of him. He knew why Tony sat down, and that made his face heat up a couple degrees. Not good at all, especially with his parents fifteen feet away in the kitchen. The blush creeped further up his face and he felt the pull of arousal in his lower belly, so he thought it a good idea to retreat. With a wink, Dill pivoted on his heels and made for the kitchen. He heard Tony adjust himself in his seat and grinned to himself.  Dad had gathered all the plates and silverware, while mom folded the cloth napkins, which she

  After they had exchanged lists they sat around the table and talked about this and that for a while. Mom made some awesome coffee, which Dillon had loaded up with Splenda and vanilla creamer. Tony of course, showed his poor taste when he had his black. His hate for black coffee had become a joke to Tony, but Dillon was serious. Of all the delicious favours out there,

  "Back when I was around seven years old… God I can't believe I'm tellin' this… that I'm sayin' it out loud. Whatever… Actually, lemme give you some back story first. It all started with my grandparents. My dad's parents specifically. My blood grandmother had died years before I was born. My grandfather got remarried to the grandmother that

Tony opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The first thing he registered was the soreness in his arm. He tried to move it, but he felt that Dillon had laid his head on it. They had fallen asleep together with Dillon's head on his chest. It was something they only did when one needed assurance. It wasn't that they didn't enjoy it, they were just generally more comfortable when they had space. Despite the space in between them, they always had a point of contact. Whether it be a hand or a foot, wrist or ankle, it didn't matter. They always touched. Another reason that they didn't often lie together was because of Dillon's aptness to roll over onto him. Tony had dealt with it all. Sometimes he'd roll over and they'd smack foreheads or he would get an elbow to the ribs. There was one time he'd pushed Tony closer to the edge gradually though the night and he fell out of bed. Off the edge of a 'California King' sized bed! The kid was an octopus. It was an endless annoyance to him and t

As Tony stood under the hot water as it pelted down on him, he actually allowed himself to feel everything. Dillon was right, as he let himself feel and then release such pain, he started to feel better. That didn't change the fact that it hurt his heart. A lot. Despite the pain, Tony dug deeper and deeper. He couldn't stop now. The faucet had been turned on, so to speak. When Tony was eighteen, he learned of Ethan's habit. Up until he turned nineteen he did his utmost to get him clean. He checked him into rehab after rehab, and begged him to stay sober. For a couple weeks after he'd get out of that month's rehab, Ethan would do great. He would stay clean and focus on other things. During such times he would return to his normal self and Tony would be hopeful that he'd stay that way. Each and every time Ethan failed, it dimmed the light of hope inside him. Several months after Tony had turned nineteen, that's when all hell broke loose. It was when 'that time' happened. He paused t