Hey, thanks for the great review so far. They're what keep me writing ^_^ This part is a bit short, but it's pretty much a prelude to what is to come. It's gonna be big, just haven't decided what it is yet, heh. Oh well, hope you like.
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Part Five.
Laughing quietly, Marco watched as Dylan locked the door and returned to him with a grin. Their lips locked in a frenzy of deep kisses, the taller boy pushing him against the back wall of the small room gently. At the spur of the moment, Dylan had lead him into the small janitor's closet between classes, and he was definitely happy with the end result now. They eventually broke away, taking deep breaths.
"We better get to class soon," Marco spoke, taking in as much air as he could. Dylan nodded slowly after a moment, just smiling down to the younger boy.
"Can you come over tonight after the game?" Dylan asked, starring with pleading eyes. He'd move back in for the kill, resting his hands onto the wall on either side of Marco's head.
The younger boy was having trouble thinking under these circumstances, but he refused to break away from the Dylan's lips. He really didn't want the third degree from his parents about who his new found special friend was, so he'd just say that he was going to Jimmy's house. There wasn't anything wrong with a white lie, was there? Unfortunately he wasn't very good at lying in general, but he'd had to do a lot of it lately.
When they were forced to break away for oxygen again, Marco made his decision. It was strange to think that just the previous day Dylan had brought him ice skating. He couldn't get enough of the boy's passionate kisses, and just him in general. It was so different than kissing Ellie, whom he hadn't even told what had happened the previous day.
"…I wouldn't miss it," he replied to the original question, resting his head onto Dylan's shoulder. They both jumped a bit at the sound of the bell, afraid someone had opened the door. Dylan unlocked the door and opened it just enough to peek out into the hallway.
"Great, meet me outside after the game," the golden haired teen began, giving him a final kiss before walking out with him and closing the door behind them.
They split up and walked towards their correct classrooms. He was glad Dylan offered to walk with him after the game because he had almost no idea of where his house was. Just one more class period and he'd probably go straight home and explain the fake scenario to his parents. He wished he could go with Dylan somewhere first, but he had hockey practice. Wow, what kind of power did the tall blonde have over him that made him think of nothing but him. Now he'd just have to try to push it aside until after class, slim chance.
Spinner and Jimmy walked up just as Marco had finished packing his backpack. "We're gonna go see a movie tonight, you in Marco?" Jimmy asked.
"…I would," he began, remembering what was in his pocket, "but wouldn't you guys much rather catch the game tonight?"
"You can get us tickets?" Spinner asked with a look of surprise.
"Right here boys," Marco stated, taking out the four tickets in his pocket and handing one to Spinner and two to Jimmy. "That one's for Craig. Sound good?"
"Well… yeah, sounds great. I didn't think you'd be into this type of thing though…" Jimmy began, scratching his head.
"You didn't know, James? Del Rossi just wants to stare at his man crush," Spinner added, making a face of almost disgust. "Just don't gross me out too much tonight, alright Marco?"
"Hey, I like hockey as much as the next guy. It's our national sport, right? The fact that Dylan is there has nothing to do with it…" he nervously explained.
"So, you got the tickets, where?" Jimmy grinned.
"I better be going, ciao," Marco was blushing with a bit of frustration and helplessness, but he'd just walk away quickly before they'd get to say anything. Was it that obvious that he had feelings for Dylan? Maybe it would be easier just to tell them about what had happened between the two of them, but it just didn't seem like the right time…
Of course his parents said it was ok, but he hated lying to them. He'd throw on a white dress shirt and a pair of black jeans. Adjusting the collar and his hair in front of the mirror, Marco considered all the lying he'd been doing lately. It couldn't be helping anything, lies never did. Yet again, what they didn't know, wouldn't hurt them. He wondered if Dylan had told Paige about them. She'd probably blab to the other three right away. Which was why he was glad that he was going to walk with his friends to the game, so he'd be able to talk to her before hand if she brought it up.
After putting on some cologne, he heard the doorbell ring. He'd simply grab a coat and walk for the door, waving goodbye to his parents with a backpack over his shoulder. It was just some random stuff like books and a spare change of clothes, just in case Dylan would invite him to sleep over… Now there was an idea that excited and frightened him at the same time.
He opened the door and greeted his friends, closing it behind him as they began walking. "What are you so dressed up for.?" Craig asked. "More so than usual, I mean."
"It's for his--" Spinner began, but was quickly cut off.
"My parents were having a party, and they wanted me to dress up for it. Pretty lame," he spoke. More lies. Fortunately, they didn't press it any further. Marco really didn't care what they said tonight. It was going to be a night to remember. This much he was sure.
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Part Five.
Laughing quietly, Marco watched as Dylan locked the door and returned to him with a grin. Their lips locked in a frenzy of deep kisses, the taller boy pushing him against the back wall of the small room gently. At the spur of the moment, Dylan had lead him into the small janitor's closet between classes, and he was definitely happy with the end result now. They eventually broke away, taking deep breaths.
"We better get to class soon," Marco spoke, taking in as much air as he could. Dylan nodded slowly after a moment, just smiling down to the younger boy.
"Can you come over tonight after the game?" Dylan asked, starring with pleading eyes. He'd move back in for the kill, resting his hands onto the wall on either side of Marco's head.
The younger boy was having trouble thinking under these circumstances, but he refused to break away from the Dylan's lips. He really didn't want the third degree from his parents about who his new found special friend was, so he'd just say that he was going to Jimmy's house. There wasn't anything wrong with a white lie, was there? Unfortunately he wasn't very good at lying in general, but he'd had to do a lot of it lately.
When they were forced to break away for oxygen again, Marco made his decision. It was strange to think that just the previous day Dylan had brought him ice skating. He couldn't get enough of the boy's passionate kisses, and just him in general. It was so different than kissing Ellie, whom he hadn't even told what had happened the previous day.
"…I wouldn't miss it," he replied to the original question, resting his head onto Dylan's shoulder. They both jumped a bit at the sound of the bell, afraid someone had opened the door. Dylan unlocked the door and opened it just enough to peek out into the hallway.
"Great, meet me outside after the game," the golden haired teen began, giving him a final kiss before walking out with him and closing the door behind them.
They split up and walked towards their correct classrooms. He was glad Dylan offered to walk with him after the game because he had almost no idea of where his house was. Just one more class period and he'd probably go straight home and explain the fake scenario to his parents. He wished he could go with Dylan somewhere first, but he had hockey practice. Wow, what kind of power did the tall blonde have over him that made him think of nothing but him. Now he'd just have to try to push it aside until after class, slim chance.
Spinner and Jimmy walked up just as Marco had finished packing his backpack. "We're gonna go see a movie tonight, you in Marco?" Jimmy asked.
"…I would," he began, remembering what was in his pocket, "but wouldn't you guys much rather catch the game tonight?"
"You can get us tickets?" Spinner asked with a look of surprise.
"Right here boys," Marco stated, taking out the four tickets in his pocket and handing one to Spinner and two to Jimmy. "That one's for Craig. Sound good?"
"Well… yeah, sounds great. I didn't think you'd be into this type of thing though…" Jimmy began, scratching his head.
"You didn't know, James? Del Rossi just wants to stare at his man crush," Spinner added, making a face of almost disgust. "Just don't gross me out too much tonight, alright Marco?"
"Hey, I like hockey as much as the next guy. It's our national sport, right? The fact that Dylan is there has nothing to do with it…" he nervously explained.
"So, you got the tickets, where?" Jimmy grinned.
"I better be going, ciao," Marco was blushing with a bit of frustration and helplessness, but he'd just walk away quickly before they'd get to say anything. Was it that obvious that he had feelings for Dylan? Maybe it would be easier just to tell them about what had happened between the two of them, but it just didn't seem like the right time…
Of course his parents said it was ok, but he hated lying to them. He'd throw on a white dress shirt and a pair of black jeans. Adjusting the collar and his hair in front of the mirror, Marco considered all the lying he'd been doing lately. It couldn't be helping anything, lies never did. Yet again, what they didn't know, wouldn't hurt them. He wondered if Dylan had told Paige about them. She'd probably blab to the other three right away. Which was why he was glad that he was going to walk with his friends to the game, so he'd be able to talk to her before hand if she brought it up.
After putting on some cologne, he heard the doorbell ring. He'd simply grab a coat and walk for the door, waving goodbye to his parents with a backpack over his shoulder. It was just some random stuff like books and a spare change of clothes, just in case Dylan would invite him to sleep over… Now there was an idea that excited and frightened him at the same time.
He opened the door and greeted his friends, closing it behind him as they began walking. "What are you so dressed up for.?" Craig asked. "More so than usual, I mean."
"It's for his--" Spinner began, but was quickly cut off.
"My parents were having a party, and they wanted me to dress up for it. Pretty lame," he spoke. More lies. Fortunately, they didn't press it any further. Marco really didn't care what they said tonight. It was going to be a night to remember. This much he was sure.