Knowing Each Other part 1 kdoc27Current Location: Current Mood: exasperated Current Music: pink floyd,scorpions,ac/dc
It is finally Friday.
Dylan is beginning to believe it is going to all work out just the way they have planned.
Their parents had been told that the whole gang was going to the mall. Together. Shopping and then a movie.
The boys were supposed to be going to Jimmy's to spend the night. The girls were supposed to be at Paige's. They had no idea the couples would be pairing up and spending the night where ever and however they chose.
Dylan , thinking of their age differences tried to take it slow and carefully with his new boyfriend.
The trouble was; it didn't feel 'new' to him at all..
It felt more like they had been together forever, but had just...got...separated...somehow...and had finally found each other again.
They are complete opposites.
Dylan,bold and adventurous and completely addicted to horror movies. Marco, careful and cautious-more interested in musicals,comedy's, and fantasy-type movies.
In spite of these things, they could do anything together.
Dylan couldn't get over how exciting it was just to Be with the younger boy.
How he could seem to just look at him and tell what he was thinking; especially if something was bothering him.
It wasn't like Dylan to spend as much time as he did now planning things with someone else's likes and dislikes in mind.
Both boys were still a little amazed at the ease of it all. Both were certain that the other was 'The Prize'! Marco mystified at how this Gorgeous Golden Dream, as he saw Dylan,could find him special enough to even give him the time of day; Dylan, while being well aware of the doors his looks and personality opened for him, had never thought of himself as anything special.
Marco Del Rossi was just too adorable for his own good; that perfectly toned, lovely dancers body. The dark,completely unblemished skin,the plump, pink,so kissable lips.
Yeah,all that...and... Those eyes. Those melting,heart-stopping,soul-swallowing eyes. When he looked up at Dylan through those thick dark lashes,and smiled a him a certain way... Breathless...speechless...helpless.
The older boy had always been the one in control of these things before. This time he was often unable to stop himself...He found himself sneaking out of his room at night,sometimes just to watch the boy sleep.
The other day, he had cut class to hang out with him in drama; he knew how to smile his way past that particular teacher, besides, he WAS a senior,so who really cared.
His Marco was just so amazing! He played the bass guitar-in a band,got almost straight A's, never got into trouble. Nothing like Dylan with all his dares and pranks!
All the girls seemed to be at least half in love with him. Getting him away from some of them could be a job sometimes, even now.
The guys, the ones who weren't his friends, were green with envy over all this.
In Dylan's case it just sometimes left him feeling tongue-tied.
He could think of a million things that he wanted to tell his young boyfriend, and then when they were finally alone, only be able to hold him...speechless...or kidding around because he just... well... ...sometimes had trouble putting two words together.
The passionate side of 'HIS' Marco, had come as a surprise...
Dylan had picked him up after band practice.
He had left the top down on his convertible on purpose; he loved to watch all that soft, raven-black hair blowing, floating around his face.
Loved the way he turned his head to the side, finger-combing it back, exposing that spot...just below his jaw...
The way Marco held on to him sooo tight when he kissed him there...tongue swirling over that incredible salty-sweetness.
Knowing that the younger boy had never dated anyone seriously before, he had expected, was kinda looking forward to teaching him ...certain things. Marco was so careful and cautious in nearly everything, so Dylan just naturally figured he would have to spend a long time coaxing and teasing the physical side of things along.
He had a special place all picked out.
There was, of course, a 'real' need for privacy in their case...
Yeah it still burned that 'they' couldn't just sit in the park like 'ordinary' lovers; or in a theater, not without having to be very careful. So many things that should be simple and natural were still denied to couples like them.
So much for Christian love and understanding...
There was the one priest though...
Marco had gotten him to go to church with him a few times.
The guy had seemed to be fine with had referred to Dylan as Marco's 'young man'; the way his mom did Spinner, when she was talking to Paige...
Weird...but kinda nice too...
There was a pond near the edge of the family's property. To get there from the highway you had to know which gate; after that it was just a short drive down a curving dirt road.
This had been one of Dylan's favorite places to go and get away from Paige when she was younger.
There were frogs...great...whopping...big...bullfrogs!
One of these; put down her blouse by a laughing Dylan had sent her running, screaming for their mother!
Yeah...so what if he'd had to be really nice to her for almost a week...She never came back!
He hoped Marco would like it.
So, leaving the radio on; they got out so Marco could take a look around.
The moon was rising large and bright...the frogs quiet...like even they knew this was a special night.
Dylan took his time putting the top up,...just killing time...
Marco came to him; smiling, reaching for him. "It's perfect!"
The soft smile on the younger boys' face was perfect to Dylan; he just had to hold him close for a moment,...just one quick brush of lips... Marcos' arms went round his neck.
Lifting him, setting him on the hood of the car was just a reflex...really...They had done this before.
Dylan only had holding him (o.k. so he could reach those too kissable lips without having to bend over) in serious...Just a little make-out session to celebrate finding them what he hoped would become 'Their Spot".
He stepped between Marcos' knees, and gently cupped his face with his fingertips. Smiling at the way his heartbeat quickened at the sight of the answering smile on his boyfriends' lips.
Just to surprise him...catch him a little off-guard (this often brought on some really adorable blushes), he got hold of a handful of that soft hair, and pulled, tipping the boys head back.
He found that sweet sensitive spot just under Marcos' jaw...
Kissing and nipping he worked his way down that side of his neck... and Marcos' hands were in his hair...pulling his face up ...locking lips ...teeth and tongue possessing him...spinning his already dizzy head faster...Seeming to stop his racing heart in mid beat.
Legs locked round Dylan's waist,Marco was completely lost in this wild feeling ...want?...need?
He didn't know, didn't care...couldn't..
Trembling, feeling like his whole body was on fire,sensing only that Dylan could somehow (feed/put out),...something...
When Dylan felt one hot hand slide under his shirt; the thumb finding his nipple, circling as the tongue sliding against his lips circled, he thought he might faint.
His head went back, eyes shut ,panting,struggling to catch his breath. 'My god Marco!",he groaned, wrapping him tightly in his arms. Trying to regain control of his shuddering, wildly excited body...the heartbeats pounding in his head.
"Jesus...!" He whispered into Marcos' hair, when he had breath enough to whisper... felt the boy tense against him;legs easing their grip.
"Sorry."Marco mumbled against his chest.
Dylan took hold of those tense shoulders pulled back to look down into his face.
"Well I'm not!" "It's just...Wow!"
Marco looked up at him, saw that he only looked pleased and excited. His shoulders relaxed then. He touched the older boys' face, his thumb moving over the smiling lips.
"It's...I want..." Letting his hand drop, he ducked his head. Too embarrassed to say it.
Dylan lifted the shy boys' face. Those eyes...So wide...Adoring...Full of want. Wanting him! He let go of his face to pick him up and spin them around!
"Yes!"Dylan felt he would explode with happiness!
"Dyl!"
He stopped, feeling the tremors shaking Marcos' body.
"I want you too!" "I just don't want to rush you into..."
Marco pulled back, looking up at Dylan like he didn't dare believe this; a half smile dawning, lighting his face up!
Dylan had to kiss those now smiling lips,,,,Those eyes..
Had to pick him up; cradling him in his arms he sat down on the hood of the car.
They rested their foreheads together for a moment; till, smiling wickedly, Dylan leaned back, pulling Marco on top of him.
He only stayed that way for a moment...then rolled them so that he was on top.
For a minute Marco stopped breathing.
Dylan, holding most of his weight on his arms,waited...
The shocked tension slowly left Marcos' body; and it wasn't fear making him tremble when his arms went round Dylan's waist, pressing them tightly together.
The drive back went slowly.
Every now and then Dylan brushed his lips over the back of the hand that fit so perfectly in his own.
Marco Del Rossi! ...
If both their watch alarms hadn't gone off within seconds of each other...
Dylan knew he wouldn't get much sleep tonight...
He would take Marco home.
On time!...
He wanted zero trouble with either set of parents! Not now!
He was still far from calm, his heart still beating a little too fast.
Near Marco's house they stopped.
Marco popped the seat belt, reaching for him, trailing fingertips down his face, brushing lips over the back of the hand still clasped in his own.
In that moment, Dylan couldn't have resisted kissing him if his life depended on it...
Getting out in front of his house, Marco turned back.
Their eyes locked.
"Tomorrow?", he asked.
"Tomorrow."
One word spoken like a vow...
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