It couldn't be… had Tony… No, he made his stance clear and he was right to. The facility probably had funds for certain patients that qualified. Dillon was a type-one diabetic after all, so they probably wanted to be cautious. The stress from the withdrawals had made diabetic care more difficult and had started to affect his blood sugar. The double doors clicked and groaned with age as Dillon pulled himself out of his mind.
When he turned around, there was a very short woman in the doorway. She was in a white doctor coat and had a briefcase with her.
As Dillon got out his pack of cigarettes and lighter, he found a seat across from the old man. Waves of physical relief still coursed through his body from head to toe. The Suboxone worked quickly and efficiently. It had him in a very bright mood, but it was different than the false-happiness the Tramadol had brought. The medication brought him relief, yes, but it didn't make him high or buzzed. Dillon was genuinely cheerful.
The entire house smelled absolutely incredible as Dillon wound his way through it to step outside for a cigarette. The clock on the wall in the kitchen had read seven thirty, so Ethan's friend should be there any minute. It was a later dinner than usual, but nobody seemed to care much. They usually ate dinner late, then went to bed early to rise early the next day.
August 15th, 2012: Wednesday
"Ant, this is where you gotta show yer forgiveness. After everything with Lisa, he forgave you. He even forgave her-"
Present day…August 15th, 2012: Wednesday
"It's dumb I can't talk while it dissolves. Like, why? But I digress- it's not that bad. More of an annoyance 'cause I can't talk or smoke or eat. Just tastes like orange with a medicinal aftertaste. Not great, but not terrible. It works, that's all I care about,
Frozen to the wall with pleasure, Dillon ravished him with licks, kisses, and the occasional well-placed mark of ownership. Some of the noises he managed to pull from him, Tony would deny until the day he died. So caught up in sensation, Dillon had to pull him back to reality enough to whip his shirt off. Neither of them rushed or showed any sense of urgency. They both needed it.
Before-sex prep sucked, at least for Tony. Regardless how careful Dillon was or how much lube was used, there was always a sharp ache in the beginning. Jaw clenched and eyes closed, he laid back and let Dillon do his thing. To his credit, the kid was as careful and tender as he possibly could be. As soon as they got to three fingers, Tony had relaxed enough to fully feel the pleasure when Dillon crooked his finger slightly. The prostate was really something.Uncomfortably empty after he pulled his fingers out, Tony watched in nervous excitement as Dillon slicked himself up.