"Why, uh- why'd you want me to give it? You never let anyone do that kinda thing for you." He looked over to Dillon, who smiled at him, put his phone down, and kissed him. 

  Dillon sat on the bed, enraptured with 'Chopped' reruns on the Food Network.

  In the months that led up to Dillon's birthday, he did mountains of research on anatomy and sexology. He wanted to know how to do everything; when, where, and what they would need. While they looked at whatever store they went to, he would be able to make an informed decision on what was best. Tony had a clean STD panel as of a week ago and was without a doubt faithful, so they both agreed protection wouldn't be necessary. It was fine with him,

  Tony screeched to a stop at the red light before Main as a rusty Toyota almost turned into them and felt his face heat up. As discreetly as he could he quickly looked over to the side mirror. What should he say? He wasn't good at 'talks', but he didn't want Dillon to think for a second that he was anything less to him than his world. When he had scraped around for th

  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