Eventually, Tony moved to sit cross-legged behind the grill to watch Dillon cook. It flattered him that he liked to watch him work. At the same time, it made him a little bit nervous, as it did when anyone watched him in the school kitchens too. It was much worse in the school kitchens of course, as he didn't know how the diners would respond if he messed up in some way. It was different with Tony. As he put the de-husked corn cobs and halves of mango on the grill and shut the lid, Tony spoke up.
"Hey when you do the pineapple, can I have the core?"
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"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