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Marco surveyed the foyer, looking for Dylan. He spotted him standing by the door. He almost didn't go up to him, was he really ready for this?
Dylan saw Marco right away, but he looked unsure, so he didn't say anything.
Marco finally made himself approach Dylan.
"Hey."
"Hey, Marco, so you still want to talk?" Marco looked at him for a while.
"Yeah." They walked out side by side.
"I have my car. So where do you want to go?"
"Well, no one's home at my house." Did I just do that?
"Okay." Dylan drove them to Marco's house, under his directions. Marco was so nervous he was shaking; he could barely get the key in the door.
"Are you okay, Marco?'
"Um…yeah.'
"It feels weird doesn't it?" Marco nodded.
"We should go upstairs, that way we can keep talking when my mom comes home."
"Okay, makes sense." Marco sat down on his bed.
"Do your parents know?" Dylan sat a couple feet from Marco.
"I've never told them, but I think they might."
"Mine did, I knew my whole life, I think they could tell too."
"Paige said you dated girls before you came out."
"Yeah, I guess I didn't want people to know, the girls didn't even know."
"That was cool the other day, with Jay."
"That's how I deal; I figure there's two ways I can deal with it, I can feel like what I am is wrong, or I can make that person feel like they are wrong for bothering me about it."
"Seems to work."
"Yeah, I guess." Dylan laughed and shifted. His knee bumped Marco's. They looked at where their knees touched.
"Dylan," Dylan looked up, "I-I like you. I'm sorry about how I acted the other day, I was scared. Who knows what could have happened if the cops hadn't drove by."
"I had my share of bashing's too, not as bad as yours, but it still hurt." They both sat silent for a while.
"Have you been-have you ever kissed another guy?"
"Once." Dylan smiled.
"Only once?"
"Yeah some older guy, I don't even really remember."
"You don't remember?" Marc laughed a little. Dylan laughed too.
"I wasn't dating him or anything, I've never even had a boyfriend."
"So you've never been with a guy?" They were smiling non-stop.
"I've never been with anyone." Marco looked Dylan over the back t his eyes.
"I meant what I said, I like you." Dylan turned toward him.
"I like you too, Marco." Marco reached over and touched Dylan's leg, Dylan bit his lip.
"Is kissing a guy different than kissing a girl?"
"It's more natural, I guess. You actually feel something from it." Marco's hand moved up Dylan's leg a little bit. Dylan touched Marco's face, and leaned in slowly, their lips met softly.
Marco felt something inside, something he'd only touched on the first time he saw Dylan. All he'd been feeling went away. All he could think about was Dylan and how he felt about him. Marco slid closer to Dylan and eagerly led into the next kiss.
Dylan noticed the change in Marco right away. Marco leaned into Dylan; they leaned back against the bad. They'd only been kissing ten minutes when they heard the front door open down stairs. They both jumped up.
Marco was really getting into kissing Dylan, really into it. And Dylan was really getting into it. They were both really excited, it being their first make-out session. They tried to keep their hands in the right places, but they couldn't. Their hands strayed to the other's stomach and thighs. There were several times when their fingers brushed the other's button on the waistband of their jeans.
Marco's mother came up the stairs.
"Marco, are you home?"
"Yeah, mom." She tried his door, but it was locked.
"Whose car is that out front?" Dylan and Marco straightened their clothes and the bed. Marco unlocked the door and opened it.
"A friend's." His mom looked at Marco and Dylan. Her eyes lingering on Dylan.
"Who is this?"
"Dylan, Paige's brother. It's his car." She looked them over, noticing their messed up hair and clothes.
"You have your license?"
"Yes, I'm seventeen." She remembered someone saying something about Dylan. The phone rang; she went downstairs to answer it.
Dylan and Marco burst out laughing as soon as she left. They at back down on the bed.
"That was weird."
"Yeah, sorry about the ninth degree, but she's nervous about who I get into a car with after Craig's little joyride last year."
Downstairs, Mrs. Del Rossi help the phone tightly.
"Yes. Thank you." She remembered what she'd heard about Dylan, that same thing she just heard about her son. She headed back upstairs
Dylan and Marco sat on the bed talking. She cleared her throat the boys looked up.
"Who was that?"
"I'm not sure, but they told me something interesting." Dylan and Marco looked at each other.
"Marco. Are you gay?" He didn't say anything.
"And Dylan too?" Dylan nodded. "And you two..." She didn't even wait for an answer, she left his room.
" I think I better go. I'll se you tomorrow."
"Bye."
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Later on that night, after she had talked to his dad, Marco's mom came back to his room.
"Marco, we're okay with it. We don't mind that you are gay, and it's great that you have a friend that is too."
"But?"
"But, we are a little uncomfortable with the idea of you and Dylan. He seems like a great kid, but he's two years older than you. We can get used to it, but we would like it if you two didn't lock the door."
"It makes you nervous that Dylan and I are locking you out."
"Well I know what you were doing today, and I saw how both of you reacted to it." Marco looked lost " It was obvious that you were both...excited." Marco looked down and blushed. "It's okay, it's normal. I really don't mind if you and Dylan date, and we can get used to the physical part of it."
"But you want us to not lock the door and to be careful."
"Yes. And be careful of other people too, a lot of people don't react well to it."
"I know. Me getting beat up a while ago, that wasn't about my shoes. It was bashing."
Marco called Dylan as soon as his mom left.
"Hello?"
"Is Dylan there?"
"Yes, hold on."
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Marco. So, your parents talk to you yet?"
"Yeah. They're cool with it. They're cool with you and me too, but if we shut the door we can't lock it."
"Are they afraid of what we'll do?"
"No. They just want to know they can stop it if they have to."
"So, what happened tonight, what does it mean?"
"It could mean that we are together. If you want to be?"
"Sure. But we don't have to be together in public if you don't want."
"No. I think we should be."
"Okay. Look, I've got to go."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Was that Marco?" Dylan looked at his sister.
"Yes." Dylan said smiling.
"So your little meeting went well."
"Yeah."
"So are you two going out?" Dylan smiled.
"Wait. Did you and Marco kiss?"
"You could say that."
"OMG. Did you two make out?" Dylan couldn't help smiling.
"You did." She squealed.
"I can't believe you and Marco made out." Dylan's face fell, Paige turned around. Their parents had walked in just as Paige said that. Paige left quickly.
"Marco?" Dylan looked down. "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Marco? Isn't that one of Paige's friends?" Dylan nodded.
"So he's fifteen?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, he's a little young, isn't he?" Dylan rolled his eyes.
"So you've kissed him?"
"Yeah," Dylan smiled at the opportunity. "We messed around."
"Dylan." His parents weren't happy.
"What? We did." They looked at him disappointedly again. "You're going to have to get used to it. Am I not supposed to have a sex life because you can't deal?"
"Dylan we just want you to think about this."
"Think about what? You don't know Marco. You don't know what I feel."
"Do you even know what you feel, Dylan?"
"Yes. I know that Marco is the best thing I have, I know that when I kissed him I felt right, I know that tonight, with him it felt so right." He got up and left.
Paige came into Dylan's room.
"I thought mom and dad were cool with you?"
"They are, as long as the don't have to think about messing around with other guys."
"Oh, so you and Marco?"
"No. Just kissed." Paige sat down next to him.
"Do you want to?"
"Marco?" Dylan raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. I mean I never really think about it. I mean it's normal for a teenage guy to think about sex right? But I didn't."
"Didn't?" Dylan smiled.
"Not until today, with Marco. I think I do."
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Marco called Dylan to come back to his house. Dylan drove over, and Marco met him at the door.
"Hey."
"Hey." Marco took Dylan's hand and they went to his room.
"Are your parents home?"
"Yeah, they are. Asleep." Dylan kissed Marco. Marco opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Dylan slipped his tongue into Marco's mouth. Marco's hands slipped under Dylan's shirt, he slipped it off. Dylan slipped each button on Marco's shirt out of its slot, and then slid it off his shoulders.
