When Tony walked up to the bathroom door and poised himself to knock, he stopped short. Perhaps it was a breach of privacy, but he held his ear silently to the door and listened intently. It was unusual for Dillon to take long in the shower. Oftentimes it meant that he had decided to utilize his shower trick, a trick Dillon had introduced him to months ago to deal with emotional pain and heartache. Tony had to admit it did help, but he had to know if the kid was upset. He was his demon slayer, after all.
Sure enough, it was very faint over the sound of the water, but Tony heard t
"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