The Dream Chapter 15 kdoc27 Current Location: pub. lib. Current Mood: awake
And in this thing...
This thing that so often feels, to Dylan, more like...picking up a story where they left off...
Dylan could never put things like that into words...before.
Now, having begun to get (at least some kind of) a grip on writing... on how to say what he means/feels...
It seems to him that the rest of life...at least of HIS life, is a story he and Marco are meant to tell...together.
Like he was just waiting for Marco to come back into his life ...so he could ..get on with it...
Theres no way for him to make sense of this, no way for that to make sense at all. He has never told anyone that this started with something like...
HE can hardly admit to himself that it was like 'love- at-first-sight'.
Just thinking of saying that out loud makes him squirm!
And the idea of...waiting for his 'other half!
But thats how he feels...
Like everything that happened before THEM, was just...preparation.
That feeling is always so much stronger...when they are loving each other...
Then, it makes perfect sense that... as they climb to this particular mountain-top...
Of course Marco should stop them here...just a few steps from the top...
To... appreciate the view...
Of course Marco's mouth, hands and body know...exactly when and where...and how gently...or how firmly...
Even though Dylan is surprised...always surprised by it, he is always willing...
How could he be anything else...?
Who says no to the offer of lingering in heaven..?
Marco, Marco, Marco!
Yes!
Anything!
Just don't let go!
Please, never let go...
Again!
In this place/space...their moans,whimpers, and sighs blending...perfectly...
Answering each other perfectly...
The trembling fingers that are buried deep in Marco's hair move unceasingly... the feel of that movement drawing sighs from Marco's lips... the feel of the silky softness they move through draw them from Dylan's...
Marco finds himself remembering the first time he'd let himself touch this long, strong, gorgeous body ... the way he really wanted to.
He smiles round his lover as he takes them a step or two closer to the peak towards which they
are rising...
Marco remembers how perfect, how natural it had seemed.
How Dylan(and Dylan's body) had reacted to his touch...
Why should he be thinking of that first night, by the pond...now?...he wonders.
Dylan's alarm-clock clicks, as it does just before it goes off.
'Oh..!' Marco thinks, (remembering their watch-alarms from that night) as his lips gently release his lover for a moment.
The alarm-clock, if such a versatile instrument could be called that, was one of James Micalchuk,s graduation presents to a son who'd now have to learn to get up without his mother, or sister to help.
It could be set for any amount of time, and had a wide variety of 'ring-tones'.
When Marco is here, Dylan keeps it set on the standard 'clock' sound.
The sound Dylan prefers, is a rising high-pitched sort of a whistle; Marco says it sounds to him like a bomb falling, and hates waking up to it!
They'd forgotten Dylan wasn't planning on going to classes today...
Probably the champagne.
Didn't matter.
Dylan doesn't wake quickly for alarms, no matter how loud.
Marco smiles, as he thinks..'Good thing he(Dylan) doesn't want to be a Fireman!'
Counseling has helped Marco to be calmer, to take his time a little, be less willing to react instantly .
So...
When the ringing begins...
Marco simply relaxes...and waits...
Dylan's nearly blind eyes blink...focus.
A long arm reaches out...turns off the alarm...returns to Marco's hair.
Closing his eyes, the big blond inhales deeply as his body prepares itself to yawn...
As the perfect, plump, pink lips part...Marco moves!
Placing his hand on his lover's thigh, curling his fingers...using his nails to scrape lightly up the sides of Dylan's body.
First one hand...and then the other...nails crossing over Dylan's stomach...thumbs briefly circling his navel as Marco's hot wet tongue circles below...
Dylan tries to speak...
"Mmm...Ahh...Ccc...Ohhhh!"
Tries to get a breath...
Marco's hands move down...over his lover's hips...squeezing...drawing him closer...
"Oh...nnn!. Guh...oooodddd!"
Dylan, finally gives up on words...as Marco rolls onto his side, pulling Dylan with him.
Dylan is sweetly encased at the back of Marco's throat.
A thumb moves over a nipple...a circling searching finger sinks into him...another thumb moves over Dylan's 'twins'...as Marco begins to swallow...
Dylan barely gets the pillow up in time!
Before his shudders have subsided, Dylan is pulling Marco into his arms.
One big hand moving down his lovers body...his lips and tongue sliding up Marco's neck to that so sensitive spot just below his jaw...
Marco whispers his love's name over and over as his body/world dissolves...
Dylan doesn't try to kiss him on the mouth...he knows better!
Marco just won't ...after; not till he's brushed his teeth AND used the mouthwash!
Dylan still doesn't really 'get' this, he has added it to his list.
His Marco Things List.
Thats how he thinks of it...in his head he is making a list, well more than one, of things about his wonderful, lovely, incredibly perfect boyfriend.
There are many things that he is sure he will never understand, but few that he doesn't find simply adorable!
Dylan settles for kissing him on the tip of his nose... shaking his head at what he'd rather do...till he thinks of something HE will enjoy, but knows will probably gross his young lover out...
Marco looks puzzled at the wicked grin that suddenly stretches his boyfriends lips.
Watching Marco's face, Dylan licks his hand!
Dylan thought the jaw-drop, and full-face-flash-blush, was entirely worth it! So of course he just had to follow it up with the 'Big-Monster-Laugh' and to pretend he was going to touch Marco with that hand.
Marco beat him to the bathroom, and slammed and locked it!
Dylan laughs so hard, he has to lean on the wall next to the door.
The door opened briefly, and a warm cloth hit him in the chest, before said door was slammed and locked...again!
"I love you too! " he yells, laughing so hard, he slides to the floor!