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Dylan was still in a daze as he drove home...Dropping Marco at his house... Watching him walk away from him...to go to his own door... He had to make himself put the van in gear... Drive away... If the younger boy had looked back...Smiled at him... Even a little one... "Go home asshole!" , he yelled at himself in his head !
He could've sworn Mrs. Del Rossi knew... The half sad way she had smiled at him... Sorta like the way Marco smiled sometimes...When something was hard, but still had to be done...
Dylan parked the van on the other side of the water, under some tall spreading trees... He still had the best of intentions...He wasn't planning on going -all the way...not yet... He still intended for their first time to be in a bed; either the guest house, or maybe at the lodge where his family sometimes spent weekends.
He was still planning on easing things along... That would be better... Marco was completely new to this... So young... So innocent... He didn't want to scare, or even worse, to hurt him!
He remembered his own first time... But Marco was different... He didn't drink for one thing! Maybe... No...He would not even consider trying to get him to drink, or drinking himself. Dylan plus alcohol had never equaled self control... Dylan plus Marco...even less...
Just thinking about the fact that his small beautiful boyfriend wanted him... that way... It made his head spin, made his mouth go dry(or water), since fear and desire seemed to be having a battle inside him. Jesus! You'd think He was the...virgin...
He was lost somewhere between being sick, running away... or just walking into one of Marco's classes and just kidnapping him!
He couldn't keep thoughts of his own 'first' out of his mind altogether. The smooth seductive game the older man had played so well. He had actually made it seem like Dylan had been the one who started it all...
Finding him in bed with his two lovers...hearing them laugh about it... Yeah...helluva laugh...
Yeah, he was never gonna...blah...blah...blah..Then along comes .Marco Del Rossi!
The way he had tensed up, when Dylan had rolled over on top of him... Then he'd clung to him, touching him so... expertly...so...like they had done this a thousand times...and he had already learned the combination to all his locks...knew exactly where and how to touch him...to drive him out of his mind...
And there it was... that heat...that...fever...washing over him again...just like last night...
Saved by the watch-alarm? Yeah...
Part of the problem...Hell that was the whole problem...That just thinking about Marco made him feel...way too much...
That smile...Those eyes...those...He didn't really have a word for how he felt about Marcos' eyes...
They could shine with love, and trust, and...admiration...FOR HIM! They could sparkle and glow with excitement...almost like...like a star lived in each one...whatever...
Dylan felt like king of the world sometimes when Marco looked at him! Never had the touch of a hand...The soft brush of lips been so...mind blowing!
Mind blowing...He got lost looking into those eyes...lost kissing those soo perfect lips...running his hands over that small but perfect body...the scent ...the taste...Oh Yeah ...He was completely hooked...
But it was that smile ...more than anything else...He saw it in his dreams... It was the reason he got up these days... The reason for a lot of things these days...
At the sight of it He couldn't help but smile back... feeling the buzz begin. And if it was close...say kissing close...oh yeah!
These kisses...these sensations... Dylan knew... knew ...that this was all new to Marco. Knew that he'd never dated before... That he was only reacting to him...The careful, cautious, -nothing-left to chance- Marco-gotta jet-Del Rossi! And he had no idea how sexy this was... What it did to Dylan's heart...and blood pressure...
The nights he just couldn't sleep; till he slipped out of his window,( letting his car roll down the drive so his parents didn't know he was sneaking out) and kneeling on a certain roof...tapping at a certain bedroom window...
Sometimes Marco would climb out and join him there; other times he'd climb in and they would sit whispering and giggling as quietly as they could. The sound of even those soft giggles making Dylan's stomach flip and flutter.
Each whispered breath tickling his ear...sending shivers down his back... He always left flushed with excitement. Heart beating way too fast...breathing erratic... Yeah, a heart attack waiting to happen... And he just couldn't get enough!
A few times he had found Marco already asleep.
One time...He remembers kneeling there transfixed... The puffy white comforter...an angel drifting and dreaming...
Dylan would've sworn his heart stopped...then exploded inside him... filling his whole body...( How could he have not known...what else could this... madness have been ?)
The slightly parted dark pink lips, the fan of thick,long gently curling, dark lashes against that warm perfect olive skin...
The slightly tousled,feathery-soft, raven-black hair... No harp for his angel...
One hand still gripped the neck of the bass guitar resting against his belly. The waist band of his pj's ridding low on his hips.
Mine! Dylan though, love(though he didn't know it at the time) pride, and wonder parting his own lips...making that dizzy glow in his brain and heart brighter...
Later, climbing back through his own window...checking the time..! He remembers thinking that some of his friends did this over girls all the time...
Some over different girls every few weeks...
S'no big deal...
Yeah...right.
Now, here he is...
Swearing to himself that he will be everything His Marco ever needs...
He will love him, protect him, keep him from anything but happiness and... pleasure. Oh, he would show him so much pleasure...
He would do everything he could to make their first time perfect for this incredible, perfect boy...
He will take the time, not just rush to please himself, the way he has in the past with the 'just part of the game' notches on the belt.
That kinda thing may be over ...for good...
He finds this thought a little...unsettling...but ...
Marco is worth it...
Marco is worth everything...
Tags: marco/dylan. marco forever, marcos' first time
