Part Four.
By the end of school, Marco waited patiently at Dylan's locker, looking around nervously. He wasn't even completely sure it was his locker, and the thought of him being somewhere else waiting was extremely nerve racking. The stunning blonde had given him signs to suggest this was a date, but he could have mistaken those signs as well. He just leaned back, watching the clock as every second went by.
Ellie eventually came by and stood beside him. The last bell had rung over ten minutes ago, and Marco was beginning to give up hope. The halls were all but empty by now, and he finally swung his book bag over his shoulder and began walking off with her.
"It's only been ten minutes Marco," she spoke with condolence. They walked outside and he remained silent, just trying to take what he felt was rejection. Then another thought came to him. Maybe something had happened and he was in trouble. Either way, Marco felt extremely helpless to do anything about it.
Before he could respond, the front doors swung open and Dylan hurried out, obviously out of breath. Marco's eyes lit up with happiness at the sight, but soon he found himself looking curiously at him. Catching his breath, Dylan began to explain himself.
"…I'm really sorry. I forgot I'd promised to give Paige a ride somewhere after school," he spoke. Marco just starred at him with complete happiness, nodding and saying it was alright. Dylan seemed happy to hear this, and he pulled down his left sleeve over something on his lower arm.
"…Well, I'll leave you two alone," Ellie began, nudging Marco. She'd choose her words carefully before speaking in a whisper to him. "Did you happen to notice the cut on his arm?"
Marco was still too dazed to really hear what she was saying, but he'd keep it at the back of his mind. "Goodbye El…" he said a bit impatiently, trying not to offend her. She just sighed and waved, walking off down the street. Now they began walking, leaving Marco at a loss of words. Dylan noticed and smiled.
"You're coming to the hockey game tomorrow, right? I can get you guys some great seats." he asked, finally reaching his car. They'd both climb in before he started it up and began driving. Marco still had no idea where they were going, but just about anywhere was fine with him.
"Um… yeah, sure. Wouldn't miss it," he replied, smiling over to the driver. "So… where are we heading?" Marco asked out of curiosity. Dylan would just grin, explaining that it was a surprise.
They didn't say much more for the rest of the drive, which was about fifteen minutes. Dylan would pull off the road through a rather long rocky path before finally stopping outside a large frozen lake. "Here we go," the older male explained. He'd reach for a bag in the back seat then quickly get out of the car, running out toward the ice. "Come on!"
Marco starred in confusion, considering if the other teen had gone crazy. He'd zip up the heavy coat he wore before jumping out and running after Dylan. He found the boy already in a pair of ice skates, sitting with a smile on the ice. "There's a pair in that bag for you too, I hope I got the right size," Dylan replied to the shocked look on the younger boy's face.
Pulling them out of the bag, Marco slowly put them on. He hadn't been ice skating in a long time, and the last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in front of Dylan. When they were finally on, he cautiously stood up, trying to balance himself. He soon found himself moving forward without meaning to.
Dylan stood up and caught him by the shoulders, chuckling a bit. "Sorry, I probably should have asked if this was ok," he began. Marco shook his head, trying to stand up straight again, but only found himself collapsing against the taller boy.
"I love it… I'm just not all too good at it…" he smiled, his head resting against Dylan's shoulder a bit longer than it probably should have. Eventually he felt himself being helped up. He knew he himself was blushing like mad now, and he noticed some red in Dylan's face, but decided it could have just been the cold.
"Sure you are, anyone can skate. Here, take my hand," he suggested. Marco took it and listened to Dylan's directions as they slowly began moving forward across the lake. "See, piece of cake."
The younger boy just kept glancing down at his feet, feeling for sure that he'd fall if Dylan let go. Trying to act confidant, he nodded to the comment. "Yeah… easy…" Marco chuckled nervously, praying that he wouldn't let go.
"Ok, I'm going to let go, alright?" Dylan asked. Marco's eyes widened, and before he could say anything, he lost Dylan's grip and continued going forward. He tried to keep his cool, but found himself locked up and yet still moving. Hearing the older boy's voice directing him to turn, Marco made an attempt, but found it useless. Unfortunately he was heading straight for a tree.
Seconds before the collision, Dylan sped past him and leaned back against the tree, bracing the boy as he flew straight into him. The blonde's back hit hard against the tree with the force, but he was just glad that he'd been able to get there in time. "…It's ok. Tell me next time," Dylan spoke with a weak smile.
"I'm sorry… I just wanted to, impress you I guess," Marco began, still pressed up against the older boy. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine… you don't have to try to impress me Marco. I like you for just being yourself…" Dylan spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
Marco quickly perked up at the sound of that. "…I feel like acting like myself isn't good enough when I'm around you. It's just hard--"
His heart-felt speech was cut off as Dylan's lips pressed against Marco's, warming up both in the process. For a moment, he just stood there in shock, but eventually started kissing back. Marco's tongue instinctively moved out to meet Dylan's and his fingers began unzipping the taller boy's jacket. This caused him to pull away slightly.
"Hold on, let's take it slow, ok?" Dylan asked. "We'll both catch pneumonia out here if we try anything," he explained.
Marco nodded slowly, still at a loss of words. He'd just gotten too into it to stop. "Sorry… I just never thought you felt like this…"
Dylan pulled a hand out of one of his gloves and ran the warm digits over Marco's cheek. "I've felt like this ever since I first saw you Marco, but I don't want to just have sex with you… it'd just be a night of cheap passion that we'd regret later. I want to get to know you more, even if the offer is extremely tempting. When we're both ready, it'll be magical…"
The shorter boy just nodded, understanding what he was saying. "I know… I don't want to rush anything either," Marco replied. He wrapped his arms around Dylan, never wanting to let go. By his words, Marco knew Dylan wanted this to work just as badly as he did. "You know, you could have just told me all this before me almost breaking your back…" Marco chuckled. Dylan joined in and leaned in to kiss him softly.
"It was worth it. You're worth it."
By the end of school, Marco waited patiently at Dylan's locker, looking around nervously. He wasn't even completely sure it was his locker, and the thought of him being somewhere else waiting was extremely nerve racking. The stunning blonde had given him signs to suggest this was a date, but he could have mistaken those signs as well. He just leaned back, watching the clock as every second went by.
Ellie eventually came by and stood beside him. The last bell had rung over ten minutes ago, and Marco was beginning to give up hope. The halls were all but empty by now, and he finally swung his book bag over his shoulder and began walking off with her.
"It's only been ten minutes Marco," she spoke with condolence. They walked outside and he remained silent, just trying to take what he felt was rejection. Then another thought came to him. Maybe something had happened and he was in trouble. Either way, Marco felt extremely helpless to do anything about it.
Before he could respond, the front doors swung open and Dylan hurried out, obviously out of breath. Marco's eyes lit up with happiness at the sight, but soon he found himself looking curiously at him. Catching his breath, Dylan began to explain himself.
"…I'm really sorry. I forgot I'd promised to give Paige a ride somewhere after school," he spoke. Marco just starred at him with complete happiness, nodding and saying it was alright. Dylan seemed happy to hear this, and he pulled down his left sleeve over something on his lower arm.
"…Well, I'll leave you two alone," Ellie began, nudging Marco. She'd choose her words carefully before speaking in a whisper to him. "Did you happen to notice the cut on his arm?"
Marco was still too dazed to really hear what she was saying, but he'd keep it at the back of his mind. "Goodbye El…" he said a bit impatiently, trying not to offend her. She just sighed and waved, walking off down the street. Now they began walking, leaving Marco at a loss of words. Dylan noticed and smiled.
"You're coming to the hockey game tomorrow, right? I can get you guys some great seats." he asked, finally reaching his car. They'd both climb in before he started it up and began driving. Marco still had no idea where they were going, but just about anywhere was fine with him.
"Um… yeah, sure. Wouldn't miss it," he replied, smiling over to the driver. "So… where are we heading?" Marco asked out of curiosity. Dylan would just grin, explaining that it was a surprise.
They didn't say much more for the rest of the drive, which was about fifteen minutes. Dylan would pull off the road through a rather long rocky path before finally stopping outside a large frozen lake. "Here we go," the older male explained. He'd reach for a bag in the back seat then quickly get out of the car, running out toward the ice. "Come on!"
Marco starred in confusion, considering if the other teen had gone crazy. He'd zip up the heavy coat he wore before jumping out and running after Dylan. He found the boy already in a pair of ice skates, sitting with a smile on the ice. "There's a pair in that bag for you too, I hope I got the right size," Dylan replied to the shocked look on the younger boy's face.
Pulling them out of the bag, Marco slowly put them on. He hadn't been ice skating in a long time, and the last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in front of Dylan. When they were finally on, he cautiously stood up, trying to balance himself. He soon found himself moving forward without meaning to.
Dylan stood up and caught him by the shoulders, chuckling a bit. "Sorry, I probably should have asked if this was ok," he began. Marco shook his head, trying to stand up straight again, but only found himself collapsing against the taller boy.
"I love it… I'm just not all too good at it…" he smiled, his head resting against Dylan's shoulder a bit longer than it probably should have. Eventually he felt himself being helped up. He knew he himself was blushing like mad now, and he noticed some red in Dylan's face, but decided it could have just been the cold.
"Sure you are, anyone can skate. Here, take my hand," he suggested. Marco took it and listened to Dylan's directions as they slowly began moving forward across the lake. "See, piece of cake."
The younger boy just kept glancing down at his feet, feeling for sure that he'd fall if Dylan let go. Trying to act confidant, he nodded to the comment. "Yeah… easy…" Marco chuckled nervously, praying that he wouldn't let go.
"Ok, I'm going to let go, alright?" Dylan asked. Marco's eyes widened, and before he could say anything, he lost Dylan's grip and continued going forward. He tried to keep his cool, but found himself locked up and yet still moving. Hearing the older boy's voice directing him to turn, Marco made an attempt, but found it useless. Unfortunately he was heading straight for a tree.
Seconds before the collision, Dylan sped past him and leaned back against the tree, bracing the boy as he flew straight into him. The blonde's back hit hard against the tree with the force, but he was just glad that he'd been able to get there in time. "…It's ok. Tell me next time," Dylan spoke with a weak smile.
"I'm sorry… I just wanted to, impress you I guess," Marco began, still pressed up against the older boy. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine… you don't have to try to impress me Marco. I like you for just being yourself…" Dylan spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
Marco quickly perked up at the sound of that. "…I feel like acting like myself isn't good enough when I'm around you. It's just hard--"
His heart-felt speech was cut off as Dylan's lips pressed against Marco's, warming up both in the process. For a moment, he just stood there in shock, but eventually started kissing back. Marco's tongue instinctively moved out to meet Dylan's and his fingers began unzipping the taller boy's jacket. This caused him to pull away slightly.
"Hold on, let's take it slow, ok?" Dylan asked. "We'll both catch pneumonia out here if we try anything," he explained.
Marco nodded slowly, still at a loss of words. He'd just gotten too into it to stop. "Sorry… I just never thought you felt like this…"
Dylan pulled a hand out of one of his gloves and ran the warm digits over Marco's cheek. "I've felt like this ever since I first saw you Marco, but I don't want to just have sex with you… it'd just be a night of cheap passion that we'd regret later. I want to get to know you more, even if the offer is extremely tempting. When we're both ready, it'll be magical…"
The shorter boy just nodded, understanding what he was saying. "I know… I don't want to rush anything either," Marco replied. He wrapped his arms around Dylan, never wanting to let go. By his words, Marco knew Dylan wanted this to work just as badly as he did. "You know, you could have just told me all this before me almost breaking your back…" Marco chuckled. Dylan joined in and leaned in to kiss him softly.
"It was worth it. You're worth it."