A/N: Set a few nights before It's Raining Men.
He panted, out of breath from choking back tears as he collapsed through the threshold of his house. He wanted to scream. Kick, scream, yell, swear. But he couldn't. His little sister just had to have a sleepover tonight, of all nights. After what he considered to be the worst break-up in history. Catching his boyfriend in bed with his best friend, whom he didn't even know was gay. His boyfriend saw him and continued fucking the shit out of that bastard. He slammed his fist down on the counter, keys rattling.
He froze, remembering where he was. On the couch, Marco gave a quiet moan. He stared.
Marco.
The boy he really wanted to be with, not Mike. Not Tom. Just Marco. His eyes trailed up and down the young man's body, taking in the dark skin. Black eyelashes resting shut against slightly rosy cheeks. Soft, pink, full lips, parted slightly. Dark brown hair cascading over his perfect forehead.
Dylan shook the thoughts from his head. Marco was just his friend, nothing more. He knew Marco had a crush on him, but Dylan was scared that he would ruin Marco's first relationship, which is supposed to be sacred. Obviously mine wasn't, he thought bitterly. He threw his jacket in the general direction of the hall closet as he stormed off towards his room.
He sat in darkness, fully clothed on top of his sheets, fuming. He would occasionally throw nearby objects at the wall across from him, but stopped when he nearly hit the television.
A soft grunt of his name caught his attention. Marco stood in his doorway, blanket it hand, rubbing his eyes cutely. At that moment, Dylan's heart mended itself, just looking at him.
Wordlessly, he gestured Marco towards him, taking the blanket and re-wrapping it around the younger boy's shoulders as he pulled him into his side on the bed.
"Is something wrong?" the Italian asked in a worried tone. He hesitantly relaxed and molded himself against Dylan's side.
The older boy shook his head, tightening his grip on Marco, pulling him closer, if that was even possible, to him. Marco wrapped his arms around Dylan's waist, resting his head lightly on the blonde's chest. Dylan placed a light kiss on Marco's forehead.
"Not anymore."