As he wiped his hands off with a clean shop rag, Tony leaned his hip on the workbench and looked over at Dillon. He didn't say anything, he just stared at him with soft eyes and a knowledgeable smile. He tossed the now putty-smeared rag into a hamper in the corner, then looked around the shop. Tony swaggered slowly up to him, still on the stupid Iron Man stool. Dillon looked up slowly as Tony stopped and stood over him. Tony trailed his hands around Dillon's sides and behind him to his lower back as he stared down at him.
He said nothing, just hugged Dillon, his head to his chest
"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