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
A small grin adorned Dillon's features for a moment, before he very slowly and gently pulled out. He remembered how uncomfortable it was when Tony pulled out the first time. As he did so, Dillon leaned down and kissed him softly and ran his hand through the hair on the back of Tony's head. After a minute, Dillon couldn't ignore the mess between them anymore. It was kind of gross. Tony had finished a lot and it equally covered both of them.
July 5th, 2012: Friday:
"I get it. I don't approve of yer liein' of course, but I understand why you did… Thanks for bein' honest. Please don't lie to me again, yea?""I already promised you that, Dill- like I said, it was an old lie.""Ugh… that means
"We there yet?!" Dillon whined emphatically. The brat knew they were almost at the Walt Wittman bridge, but he was in adorable-irritant-mode.