Sorry for the wait. Finally got inspired to write more today. Didn't turn out to be the big thing I wanted, but I don't think it turned out too bad. Haven't edited it too thuroughly, so sorry for any grammar errors. Thanks again for all the great reviews so far, and keep them comin! Critisism is always good as well, just try not to be too mean, heh.
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No Regrets. Part 6.
Standing against the railing, Marco grinned and cheered as Dylan made the winning goal. Even Paige, whom he found to be oblivious to them, was cheering her heart out. He threw his coat on and began walking towards the exit with Jimmy and Craig, leaving Spinner to wait with Paige.
"How completely cool was that? Thanks for the tickets Marco," Craig spoke.
He'd just nod in response with a smile, listening to the other two boys discuss the game as his eyes scanned the area for another particular boy. They began to walk off, yelling back to Marco as he searched madly with his eyes.
"Hey Marco! My mom is over this way," Jimmy began. Marco snapped out of his trance, looking to his friends with an innocent smile.
"…Go head guys. My dad's going to pick me up soon," he replied. Could he really go on living in this ridiculous string of lies? At least it hadn't backfired yet.
"I thought they had a party or something?" Craig asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh… they, do. They just really want me to be there." He nodded slowly, looking away from the two. Fortunately the took the bait though, and soon began walking away from him.
Taking a seat on a small set of stone stairs, Marco continued to glance towards the door, praying that he hadn't missed Dylan already. Walking home at night wasn't the most appealing idea, but it was starting to look as if he might not have a choice. After awhile, he stood up, putting his hands into his pockets and walking a few steps forward.
The sound of a door opening nearby caused the boy to turn around in a 180, perking up at the sight. Dylan stepped out with Paige and Hazel at his side, looking to be dripping with either water or sweat. Just as Marco was about to greet him, his eyes widened as Spinner walked out a few seconds after them, walking up to put his arm around his girlfriend.
"Marco! Oh jeez, I completely forgot…" the tall blonde spoke with an apologetic tone, his hand moving out to cross the threshold between them. Marco would take a step back, a nervous look on his face at the sight of Spinner eying them. Fortunately Dylan took the hint and continued when Paige glanced to him with a confusing look on her face. "He's coming over a bit so I can help him with some school work," Dylan muttered.
"Why would Marco need tutoring? He's probably the smartest student in grade 10," Paige began. She'd look to the pleading expression on both Dylan and Marco's face now, and fortunately she caught in quite fast. "OH. Study, yeah of course. Let's go Spin. We'll catch a ride with Hazel's mom."
"I thought your brother was gonna give us a lift?" Spinner asked, seemingly blissfully clueless to the situation right in front of his face. Paige just scowled something and took both Spinner and Hazel's hands and began walking off.
Watching for them to disappear from sight, the older Mikalchuk made another attempt at putting his hand onto Marco's shoulder now, squeezing it when he made contact. "Sorry I took so long. Had to take a quick shower, then Paige decided to redo her makeup," He spoke with a sigh.
"It's alright. You were so great tonight," Marco smiled up to him with admiration. He'd glance to the hand on his shoulder, finding himself starring at the rather big cut on Dylan's arm that had mended just a bit since the previous day. Dylan noticed him starring and quickly put his coat on, smiling as he began walking down the sidewalk next to him.
"You really think so? You know, that last one was for you," he replied with a wink. Marco blushed in response, hopping into Dylan's car when they got there.
"When I saw you make that last shot, I just wanted to run out onto the ice and kiss you in front of everybody," Marco spoke in a low voice, smiling to him as he got in the drivers seat.
"Well… I can't give you all the people, but I can give you this," Dylan smiled and leaned in to kiss him softly. He'd break off and start the car, glancing back over to him before beginning to drive down the road. "You look so cute tonight. Not that you don't usually… you know what I mean."
He smiled and nodded, putting on his seatbelt. Suddenly a thought struck him like a brick. "Hey Dylan… is Spinner going to be there?" he asked with nervousness.
"Probably. He's been over a lot lately to see Paige. She really has him wrapped around her finger," he chuckled and continued driving until they were about a block from the Mikalchuk's house. He'd look over to see the scared expression on Marco's face. "Don't worry. He'll be gone soon, and he thinks we're studying. I know you don't really want to tell anyone yet, and I'm cool with that. Tonight it's just me and you though, so don't worry about him."
This comforted Marco a lot, and he leaned in to kiss Dylan again when they pulled up into his parking lot. They'd both get out and walk towards the door, opening it slowly.
Spinner was sitting back on the couch, munching on popcorn with his other arm around Paige. They watched as the two boys walked in, Paige shoving some popcorn into her boyfriend's mouth when he began to say something. Dylan just lead his companion upstairs to his room, closing the door and locking it.
"Ok, much better. I picked up a few movies if you wanna watch. Mostly just a few comedies and of course a good romance or t--" he began, quickly being cut off by Marco's lips against his own. Dylan quickly moved into the deep kiss, his tongue moving out to wrestle the younger boy's. When it ended, he arched an eyebrow. "What was that for?"
"THAT was for winning the game, and this is for being so sweet to me…" Marco kissed him again, finding himself being lead to Dylan's bed and falling back against it. The taller teen was on top of him now, caressing him gently. Using every ounce of strength he could muster, Marco broke off from the kiss. He'd run a hand through those gorgeous slightly damp blonde locks, smiling up to the boy above him. "Um… you said something about a movie?"
They both laughed a bit now, and Dylan slowly rolled off of him, walking up to the tv. He'd look through the tapes and eventually pop in some outdated romance movie, returning to the bed and lying onto his back. "Sorry, if you could see yourself, you'd know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you right now."
Marco smiled, his face lit up bright red by now. He'd join Dylan at the foot of the bed, resting his head onto the palm of a hand. "Believe me, I can relate," he said in response.
They were both out of their jackets now, and now the Hispanic teen had a birds eye view of the large cut on the older boy's mid arm. Gently, he'd run his fingers over the cut. Dylan cringed with pain, and Marco drew his hand back. "I'm sorry… what happened…?" he asked with a concerned voice.
"That? Oh nothing, just got hit a bit hard at the game tonight. It stopped bleeding pretty quick at least," Dylan replied, looking away from the boy on the bed next to him.
"…Really? Because Ellie noticed it yesterday…" Marco spoke cautiously.
"It's nothing really. Just got into a fight with somebody after school that day," Dylan began in barely more than a whisper.
"A fight?! Why didn't you tell me?" Marco sat up now, seeming a bit distressed at the situation.
"…You were going through a rough time with everything they were doing to you. I just didn't want to worry you anymore," the blonde responded, sitting up now as well behind Marco and gently rubbing his shoulders. Unfortunately Marco just broke away, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back towards Dylan.
"You lied to me. You lied to me about that day, and you lied to me about how strong you thought I was. For what? Just so you could get me in bed with you…?" Marco spoke with a cold voice.
"Marco! You know that's not true. I would never do that to you. Tell me honestly now… what would you have said if I told you what really happened?" Dylan asked, moving to touch the boy again, but went against the urge.
"Well… I probably would have said that I didn't want to see you hurt anymore," he whispered, turning back around now, his eyes still looking down.
"Exactly. You probably would have said you didn't want to see me again because of the fear of me getting hurt again too," Dylan began. "Don't you see though? Things would have just been worse. I couldn't be there for you if you did that…"
"I'm tired of people treating me like a baby though… I'm gay, but I'm not a defenseless fag, Dylan. You should have told me…" Marco continued his scolding.
"I know I should have. I'm sorry, ok? Don't you see how strong you've gotten in just one day though? I know you can take care of yourself, that's one of the many reasons why I like you. You're smart… you can handle yourself in a rough situation. But everyone needs a little help sometime, and I should have told you about this," the 12th grader ended.
Marco was definitely touched by his words, and he moved forward to rest his forehead against Dylan's. "…I'm sorry for getting mad. I know why you did it, and I'm no better. I've been lying to my friends and family all the time lately. Let's make a promise though. No lies to each other, k?" he asked.
"Done deal," Dylan muttered, slowly unbuttoning Marco's shirt.
"Dylan…" Marco began, but was cut off.
"You can't sleep in these clothes. I'll find you something to wear," he offered.
"Oh… it's fine, I can just sleep in my boxers… if… you will?" Marco smiled, watching the other boy perk up at that. Of course he'd agree with a big nod, quickly stripping away most of their clothing and lying back. Sure Marco had packed some pjs in his backpack, but how could he pass up an opportunity like this.
They'd just lie back, Marco resting his head onto Dylan's chest as they watched the tv. The taller blonde would pull the covers up over them, rubbing the bare flesh of Marco's back gently. He'd never been held like this, and Dylan was touching him so different than usual. His fingertips barely grazed the bronze skin, and he'd just lean back contently. "Mm… that feels nice… no ones ever touched me like that before…"
"I love you," Dylan blurted out, but soon found his sleeping companion asleep in his arms. He'd just sigh and let his head fall back, drifting into the sweet abyss of sleep.
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No Regrets. Part 6.
Standing against the railing, Marco grinned and cheered as Dylan made the winning goal. Even Paige, whom he found to be oblivious to them, was cheering her heart out. He threw his coat on and began walking towards the exit with Jimmy and Craig, leaving Spinner to wait with Paige.
"How completely cool was that? Thanks for the tickets Marco," Craig spoke.
He'd just nod in response with a smile, listening to the other two boys discuss the game as his eyes scanned the area for another particular boy. They began to walk off, yelling back to Marco as he searched madly with his eyes.
"Hey Marco! My mom is over this way," Jimmy began. Marco snapped out of his trance, looking to his friends with an innocent smile.
"…Go head guys. My dad's going to pick me up soon," he replied. Could he really go on living in this ridiculous string of lies? At least it hadn't backfired yet.
"I thought they had a party or something?" Craig asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh… they, do. They just really want me to be there." He nodded slowly, looking away from the two. Fortunately the took the bait though, and soon began walking away from him.
Taking a seat on a small set of stone stairs, Marco continued to glance towards the door, praying that he hadn't missed Dylan already. Walking home at night wasn't the most appealing idea, but it was starting to look as if he might not have a choice. After awhile, he stood up, putting his hands into his pockets and walking a few steps forward.
The sound of a door opening nearby caused the boy to turn around in a 180, perking up at the sight. Dylan stepped out with Paige and Hazel at his side, looking to be dripping with either water or sweat. Just as Marco was about to greet him, his eyes widened as Spinner walked out a few seconds after them, walking up to put his arm around his girlfriend.
"Marco! Oh jeez, I completely forgot…" the tall blonde spoke with an apologetic tone, his hand moving out to cross the threshold between them. Marco would take a step back, a nervous look on his face at the sight of Spinner eying them. Fortunately Dylan took the hint and continued when Paige glanced to him with a confusing look on her face. "He's coming over a bit so I can help him with some school work," Dylan muttered.
"Why would Marco need tutoring? He's probably the smartest student in grade 10," Paige began. She'd look to the pleading expression on both Dylan and Marco's face now, and fortunately she caught in quite fast. "OH. Study, yeah of course. Let's go Spin. We'll catch a ride with Hazel's mom."
"I thought your brother was gonna give us a lift?" Spinner asked, seemingly blissfully clueless to the situation right in front of his face. Paige just scowled something and took both Spinner and Hazel's hands and began walking off.
Watching for them to disappear from sight, the older Mikalchuk made another attempt at putting his hand onto Marco's shoulder now, squeezing it when he made contact. "Sorry I took so long. Had to take a quick shower, then Paige decided to redo her makeup," He spoke with a sigh.
"It's alright. You were so great tonight," Marco smiled up to him with admiration. He'd glance to the hand on his shoulder, finding himself starring at the rather big cut on Dylan's arm that had mended just a bit since the previous day. Dylan noticed him starring and quickly put his coat on, smiling as he began walking down the sidewalk next to him.
"You really think so? You know, that last one was for you," he replied with a wink. Marco blushed in response, hopping into Dylan's car when they got there.
"When I saw you make that last shot, I just wanted to run out onto the ice and kiss you in front of everybody," Marco spoke in a low voice, smiling to him as he got in the drivers seat.
"Well… I can't give you all the people, but I can give you this," Dylan smiled and leaned in to kiss him softly. He'd break off and start the car, glancing back over to him before beginning to drive down the road. "You look so cute tonight. Not that you don't usually… you know what I mean."
He smiled and nodded, putting on his seatbelt. Suddenly a thought struck him like a brick. "Hey Dylan… is Spinner going to be there?" he asked with nervousness.
"Probably. He's been over a lot lately to see Paige. She really has him wrapped around her finger," he chuckled and continued driving until they were about a block from the Mikalchuk's house. He'd look over to see the scared expression on Marco's face. "Don't worry. He'll be gone soon, and he thinks we're studying. I know you don't really want to tell anyone yet, and I'm cool with that. Tonight it's just me and you though, so don't worry about him."
This comforted Marco a lot, and he leaned in to kiss Dylan again when they pulled up into his parking lot. They'd both get out and walk towards the door, opening it slowly.
Spinner was sitting back on the couch, munching on popcorn with his other arm around Paige. They watched as the two boys walked in, Paige shoving some popcorn into her boyfriend's mouth when he began to say something. Dylan just lead his companion upstairs to his room, closing the door and locking it.
"Ok, much better. I picked up a few movies if you wanna watch. Mostly just a few comedies and of course a good romance or t--" he began, quickly being cut off by Marco's lips against his own. Dylan quickly moved into the deep kiss, his tongue moving out to wrestle the younger boy's. When it ended, he arched an eyebrow. "What was that for?"
"THAT was for winning the game, and this is for being so sweet to me…" Marco kissed him again, finding himself being lead to Dylan's bed and falling back against it. The taller teen was on top of him now, caressing him gently. Using every ounce of strength he could muster, Marco broke off from the kiss. He'd run a hand through those gorgeous slightly damp blonde locks, smiling up to the boy above him. "Um… you said something about a movie?"
They both laughed a bit now, and Dylan slowly rolled off of him, walking up to the tv. He'd look through the tapes and eventually pop in some outdated romance movie, returning to the bed and lying onto his back. "Sorry, if you could see yourself, you'd know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you right now."
Marco smiled, his face lit up bright red by now. He'd join Dylan at the foot of the bed, resting his head onto the palm of a hand. "Believe me, I can relate," he said in response.
They were both out of their jackets now, and now the Hispanic teen had a birds eye view of the large cut on the older boy's mid arm. Gently, he'd run his fingers over the cut. Dylan cringed with pain, and Marco drew his hand back. "I'm sorry… what happened…?" he asked with a concerned voice.
"That? Oh nothing, just got hit a bit hard at the game tonight. It stopped bleeding pretty quick at least," Dylan replied, looking away from the boy on the bed next to him.
"…Really? Because Ellie noticed it yesterday…" Marco spoke cautiously.
"It's nothing really. Just got into a fight with somebody after school that day," Dylan began in barely more than a whisper.
"A fight?! Why didn't you tell me?" Marco sat up now, seeming a bit distressed at the situation.
"…You were going through a rough time with everything they were doing to you. I just didn't want to worry you anymore," the blonde responded, sitting up now as well behind Marco and gently rubbing his shoulders. Unfortunately Marco just broke away, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back towards Dylan.
"You lied to me. You lied to me about that day, and you lied to me about how strong you thought I was. For what? Just so you could get me in bed with you…?" Marco spoke with a cold voice.
"Marco! You know that's not true. I would never do that to you. Tell me honestly now… what would you have said if I told you what really happened?" Dylan asked, moving to touch the boy again, but went against the urge.
"Well… I probably would have said that I didn't want to see you hurt anymore," he whispered, turning back around now, his eyes still looking down.
"Exactly. You probably would have said you didn't want to see me again because of the fear of me getting hurt again too," Dylan began. "Don't you see though? Things would have just been worse. I couldn't be there for you if you did that…"
"I'm tired of people treating me like a baby though… I'm gay, but I'm not a defenseless fag, Dylan. You should have told me…" Marco continued his scolding.
"I know I should have. I'm sorry, ok? Don't you see how strong you've gotten in just one day though? I know you can take care of yourself, that's one of the many reasons why I like you. You're smart… you can handle yourself in a rough situation. But everyone needs a little help sometime, and I should have told you about this," the 12th grader ended.
Marco was definitely touched by his words, and he moved forward to rest his forehead against Dylan's. "…I'm sorry for getting mad. I know why you did it, and I'm no better. I've been lying to my friends and family all the time lately. Let's make a promise though. No lies to each other, k?" he asked.
"Done deal," Dylan muttered, slowly unbuttoning Marco's shirt.
"Dylan…" Marco began, but was cut off.
"You can't sleep in these clothes. I'll find you something to wear," he offered.
"Oh… it's fine, I can just sleep in my boxers… if… you will?" Marco smiled, watching the other boy perk up at that. Of course he'd agree with a big nod, quickly stripping away most of their clothing and lying back. Sure Marco had packed some pjs in his backpack, but how could he pass up an opportunity like this.
They'd just lie back, Marco resting his head onto Dylan's chest as they watched the tv. The taller blonde would pull the covers up over them, rubbing the bare flesh of Marco's back gently. He'd never been held like this, and Dylan was touching him so different than usual. His fingertips barely grazed the bronze skin, and he'd just lean back contently. "Mm… that feels nice… no ones ever touched me like that before…"
"I love you," Dylan blurted out, but soon found his sleeping companion asleep in his arms. He'd just sigh and let his head fall back, drifting into the sweet abyss of sleep.