Title: After Hockey Practice
Author: Eralk Fang
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Rating: PG for boykisses.
Summary: Dylan/Marco "I'm happy to see you. What about you? You happy to see me?"
Notes: Set somewhere before the end of Season 3, but after 'It's Raining Men'.
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Your heart felt good it was dripping pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me
-Third Planet, Modest Mouse
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Marco doesn't even have time to think before Dylan tackles him.
"Dylan, you jerk!" He immediately yelps, thinking of his shirt. The dew on the grass outside the hockey stadium Dylan practices at seeps into it- the water is cold against his back.
Dylan is laughing, and Marco feels a teeny bit sorry for calling him a jerk. Somehow, between Marco squirming and Dylan pushing him down, Dylan gets him pinned down on the ground, hands planted next to Marco's head.
"I'm happy to see you. What about you? You happy to see me?" Dylan asks, smiling a big white grin. Marco relaxes somewhat.
"Well, yeah. I did wait for you."
"You could have come in, you know." Dylan bats at Marco's hair, tracing a finger down his jaw. He's sweaty and hot, even after he's changed and showered, and looks completely pleased with himself.
"I got here five minutes ago, give me a break." Marco doesn't want to tell him he was nervous, not about the fact he was Dylan's boyfriend, but about the fact that three very pretty girls had all filed in front of him, obviously the girlfriends of some of the hockey players. He didn't want to sit there and look lesser compared to them. After all, he was already too short, too girly, too young.
Marco moves to push Dylan off himself, but Dylan smiles the most reassuring smile Marco's ever seen and ever thinks he'll need to see. He presses his forehead against Marco's. "I really like you, you know?"
For a minute, Marco feels the happiest he's been for the week. Here's somebody who likes him just for being him and not for being better looking or something like that and doesn't want much in return.
Marco laughs and presses a very fragile kiss to Dylan's mouth, before toppling the bigger boy over and getting up. He reaches down a hand to help Dylan up, about to pull back because he's probably going to pull him down again, but he doesn't.
"Thanks for the wet shirt." Marco makes a face. Dylan laughs and takes off his leather jacket, puts it on Marco's shoulders.
"Better?"
"Yeah. Thank you." And it's a thank you for everything, really, for liking Marco even though he's too short, too girly, too young.
And Dylan gets it and kisses his head. He takes his arm and leads Marco towards his car, because he wants to drive off into the sunset with him, but they're both going to settle for the late midday sun they can't even see because it's too cloudy.