In the months that led up to Dillon's birthday, he did mountains of research on anatomy and sexology. He wanted to know how to do everything; when, where, and what they would need. While they looked at whatever store they went to, he would be able to make an informed decision on what was best. Tony had a clean STD panel as of a week ago and was without a doubt faithful, so they both agreed protection wouldn't be necessary. It was fine with him,
After a bit, Dillon realized there were still a ton of perishables and other ingredients that littered the surfaces in the kitchen. With a sigh, he got up and took Tony's plate with him to the sink. Once he got there, he rounded up all the perishables and replaced them to their spots in the fridge, then cleaned up the couple dozen gross, used paper
Tony screeched to a stop at the red light before Main as a rusty Toyota almost turned into them and felt his face heat up. As discreetly as he could he quickly looked over to the side mirror. What should he say? He wasn't good at 'talks', but he didn't want Dillon to think for a second that he was anything less to him than his world. When he had scraped around for th
They had traversed the crowds in their exploration of Main until they had almost finished their coffee. Slowly but surely, the crowds started to thin as everyone wrapped up the last of that day's Christmas errands. Tony looked down at his phone and saw it was almost a quarter past eleven. It was the Eleventh hour! He remembered he had seen a twenty-four hour CVS a li
Neither one spoke out of excitement and nerves once they disembarked from the elevator and made it to the apartment. Eleven fifty-eight, Tony's phone read. Two minutes! He looked over to Dillon, who had checked his phone too, and smiled at him as he met his gaze. Not until Tony's phone started to beep the alarm for midnight did he step up to Dillon and kiss him deepl
He was possessive, big-time. 'No fucker will ever have him like this. Only me. He's mine,'
January 1st, 2012: Sunday
It was a bit of a surprise when Tony stood and stepped up to him. Dillon expected him to kneel, but guessed again when he saw him reach down to gently grab his legs. Once he had Dillon's ankles in hand, Tony turned him before he sat down again with his feet in his lap. 'This is an interesting development, hope it unfolds as I predict,' he thought as he tore off anoth
"Fuck Dill, yesss that's it," Tony breathed as Dillon kissed behind his ears.&nb