Well, due to popular request, I've decided to continue this story. This is the next bit, sorry it's kind of short.
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"Um... where exactly are we going Dylan?" the italian boy asked curiously, starring out the window at the unfamiliar setting.
"Far, far away. Those were your word right?" Dylan asked, fingers taking ahold of Marco's with his right hand as the left continued to utilize the steering wheel. "Don't worry, I was just thinking we could spend the remainder of the weekend together. Heck, why not the whole week?" His face lit up at the thought, smiling over toward the younger boy in the passenger seat.
"What?! You'll miss your graduation!" Marco exclaimed, amazed at what he was hearing.
"So they'll send me the diploma in the mail. I'd rather be with you," He spoke cooly, a bit disapointed at the boy's reaction to his idea.
"I couldn't do that. I want you to go, and you know, we'll have our own graduation party for you afterwords..." Marco grinned, leaning up and giving the taller blonde a kiss on the cheek.
"You just don't want to miss any school," Dylan replied, still grinning from the small peck on the cheek as he continued down the road.
"Hey, I never said I wasn't into the idea of spending the weekend together. Even if it is only a night or two," he smiled, leaning his head onto the older boy's shoulder and releasing his hand to allow him to drive easier.
"Yeah? Well party on then. Wait... what're you gonna tell your parents?" Dylan asked, glancing over to the boy with a raised brow.
"I'll just tell them I'm spending the weekend over at your house. I mean they already think we're friends and all. What about your parents?" he asked.
"They could care less what I do really. I'll give Paige the heads up though and tell her to play along if your parents call," Dylan smiled, finally pulling into a small town and up into the parking lot of a somewhat shabby looking motel. "It's not a Holiday Inn or anything, but the point is just to be together right?"
"I'm not complaining," Marco grinned, undoing the seatbelt and climbing up out of the car with a yawn.
Once inside, the two proceeded up to the front desk and rented out a room, pleased to find that there were plenty of vacancies. Of course, as expected, the room wasn't much. A double bed and a small tv were the main features, but it really could have been worse. Plus the place had a pool and a hot tub. Dylan had insisted on paying for it all before mentioning something about a shower and heading off toward the bathroom. Sitting up onto the edge of the bed, Marco picked up the phone and dialed in his number. Ring. Ring. Ring. Well, the answering machine would go up anyway.
"Hey it's Marco. I'm gonna be at Dylan's house for the night, and maybe a little longer. We're going to be working really hard on a project, so please don't call unless it's an emergency. Thanks, love you ma," he'd finish quickly, placing the phoen back onto the reciever with a sigh before lying back onto the bed. He'd just turned on the tv when Mr. Mikalchuk had walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around that waist, dripping from head to toe with water. The sight alone brought a quick reaction in Marco's groin, and he tried to look away a bit, feeling slightly embarassed.
"Well, dunno what we're gonna do about clothes. But we'll work something out. It's only for a day or two, and I figure we can order in chinese--" Noticing Marco's gaze intentionaly averting him as he took a few steps closer, Dylan could only smile and take a seat next to him on the bed. "Marco, it's ok to look. Heck, I don't mind if you touch either." The italian boy could only chuckle nervously at the comment, feeling Dylan's lips quickly move over his own as he layed there. Hesitantly, his fingers finally began trailing over every curve and muscle of that dripping chest. His eyes widened as he felt the older male's hand wrap around the growing bulge in his jeans, and something suddenly snapped inside of him. He pulled away from the kiss, looking to a wall, as if expecting it to offer him support.
"Is something wrong?" Dylan rolled over onto his back next to the boy, fingertips running through those dark strands of hair. "Did I move a bit too fast for you?"
"...I... you know. Sorry. I'm just not used to being touched like that. Not saying I didn't like it though though..." He smiled, tilting his head to the side to return his lips to Dylan's. "It's cool. I mean, the first time's never easy for anyone," the blonde responded, nuzzling against the side of Marco's face.
"How many guys have you... you know?" the younger boy asked curiously, expecting no less than a dozen.
"Just one," he raised a brow at the response it got from Marco, "it wasn't exactly magical. He was on another school's hockey team, and we were never actually 'dating.' But we talked and stuff, and one day he wanted to take it to the next level. So we did, but that was all our relationship became. Sex. Not too long after that he stopped returning my calls and I heard he found some new girlfriend that could give him whatever the hell he wanted better than I could."
"...Did you love him?" Marco finally blurted out after a moment thought, not expecting that response from the other boy.
"No. I never really did, but that's kind of why I swore I wouldn't do that type of thing again unless I really did care for the guy. I mean, I lo--" he stopped suddenly, a bit surprised at how hard it was to say the words for some reason. He'd said them to Marco the previous night in bed, but the boy had been asleep.
"Hm?" the boy asked, his heart pounding quickly now.
"Nothin. I'm gonna go get dressed and then what do you say we get that chinese ordered," Dylan grinned, giving him a small kiss on the forehead before standing up and heading to the bathroom.
For once Marco had known exactly what he was going to say in response to the older male's words, but Dylan hadn't said them. Flipping off the tv, he through his head back onto a pillow and starred up at the ceiling.
"I love you too," the boy whispered.
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"Um... where exactly are we going Dylan?" the italian boy asked curiously, starring out the window at the unfamiliar setting.
"Far, far away. Those were your word right?" Dylan asked, fingers taking ahold of Marco's with his right hand as the left continued to utilize the steering wheel. "Don't worry, I was just thinking we could spend the remainder of the weekend together. Heck, why not the whole week?" His face lit up at the thought, smiling over toward the younger boy in the passenger seat.
"What?! You'll miss your graduation!" Marco exclaimed, amazed at what he was hearing.
"So they'll send me the diploma in the mail. I'd rather be with you," He spoke cooly, a bit disapointed at the boy's reaction to his idea.
"I couldn't do that. I want you to go, and you know, we'll have our own graduation party for you afterwords..." Marco grinned, leaning up and giving the taller blonde a kiss on the cheek.
"You just don't want to miss any school," Dylan replied, still grinning from the small peck on the cheek as he continued down the road.
"Hey, I never said I wasn't into the idea of spending the weekend together. Even if it is only a night or two," he smiled, leaning his head onto the older boy's shoulder and releasing his hand to allow him to drive easier.
"Yeah? Well party on then. Wait... what're you gonna tell your parents?" Dylan asked, glancing over to the boy with a raised brow.
"I'll just tell them I'm spending the weekend over at your house. I mean they already think we're friends and all. What about your parents?" he asked.
"They could care less what I do really. I'll give Paige the heads up though and tell her to play along if your parents call," Dylan smiled, finally pulling into a small town and up into the parking lot of a somewhat shabby looking motel. "It's not a Holiday Inn or anything, but the point is just to be together right?"
"I'm not complaining," Marco grinned, undoing the seatbelt and climbing up out of the car with a yawn.
Once inside, the two proceeded up to the front desk and rented out a room, pleased to find that there were plenty of vacancies. Of course, as expected, the room wasn't much. A double bed and a small tv were the main features, but it really could have been worse. Plus the place had a pool and a hot tub. Dylan had insisted on paying for it all before mentioning something about a shower and heading off toward the bathroom. Sitting up onto the edge of the bed, Marco picked up the phone and dialed in his number. Ring. Ring. Ring. Well, the answering machine would go up anyway.
"Hey it's Marco. I'm gonna be at Dylan's house for the night, and maybe a little longer. We're going to be working really hard on a project, so please don't call unless it's an emergency. Thanks, love you ma," he'd finish quickly, placing the phoen back onto the reciever with a sigh before lying back onto the bed. He'd just turned on the tv when Mr. Mikalchuk had walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around that waist, dripping from head to toe with water. The sight alone brought a quick reaction in Marco's groin, and he tried to look away a bit, feeling slightly embarassed.
"Well, dunno what we're gonna do about clothes. But we'll work something out. It's only for a day or two, and I figure we can order in chinese--" Noticing Marco's gaze intentionaly averting him as he took a few steps closer, Dylan could only smile and take a seat next to him on the bed. "Marco, it's ok to look. Heck, I don't mind if you touch either." The italian boy could only chuckle nervously at the comment, feeling Dylan's lips quickly move over his own as he layed there. Hesitantly, his fingers finally began trailing over every curve and muscle of that dripping chest. His eyes widened as he felt the older male's hand wrap around the growing bulge in his jeans, and something suddenly snapped inside of him. He pulled away from the kiss, looking to a wall, as if expecting it to offer him support.
"Is something wrong?" Dylan rolled over onto his back next to the boy, fingertips running through those dark strands of hair. "Did I move a bit too fast for you?"
"...I... you know. Sorry. I'm just not used to being touched like that. Not saying I didn't like it though though..." He smiled, tilting his head to the side to return his lips to Dylan's. "It's cool. I mean, the first time's never easy for anyone," the blonde responded, nuzzling against the side of Marco's face.
"How many guys have you... you know?" the younger boy asked curiously, expecting no less than a dozen.
"Just one," he raised a brow at the response it got from Marco, "it wasn't exactly magical. He was on another school's hockey team, and we were never actually 'dating.' But we talked and stuff, and one day he wanted to take it to the next level. So we did, but that was all our relationship became. Sex. Not too long after that he stopped returning my calls and I heard he found some new girlfriend that could give him whatever the hell he wanted better than I could."
"...Did you love him?" Marco finally blurted out after a moment thought, not expecting that response from the other boy.
"No. I never really did, but that's kind of why I swore I wouldn't do that type of thing again unless I really did care for the guy. I mean, I lo--" he stopped suddenly, a bit surprised at how hard it was to say the words for some reason. He'd said them to Marco the previous night in bed, but the boy had been asleep.
"Hm?" the boy asked, his heart pounding quickly now.
"Nothin. I'm gonna go get dressed and then what do you say we get that chinese ordered," Dylan grinned, giving him a small kiss on the forehead before standing up and heading to the bathroom.
For once Marco had known exactly what he was going to say in response to the older male's words, but Dylan hadn't said them. Flipping off the tv, he through his head back onto a pillow and starred up at the ceiling.
"I love you too," the boy whispered.