A/N: I don't own Degrassi, or anything else, yadda, yadda, yadda... This
story contains some harsh language, and mentions of sex, specifically
between two males, so is that bothers you, go away. This story is supposed
to show a side of Marco not shown on the show. Canonically, he doesn't have
this side, but that's why this is fanfiction. But, this is Marco's more er...
sexual side. Right. Reviews are lovely, so you must leave them.
Spinner is nothing like Dylan. Marco knows that, and takes a sort of sick pleasure in it. He likes to think it's good that he has both ends of the scale at his fingertips, albeit in different ways. Dylan is his boyfriend. Everyone knows that. Dylan takes care of him and protects him. He never forgets any of their anniversaries. First date, first kiss (within twenty-four hours of each other), the day they first held hands at school, the day they first kissed in front of Marco's friends, the first time they had sex. He remembers every day, and presents Marco with a red rose and a lingering kiss for every occasion. He leaves letters in Marco's locker and drives him home every day. Dylan loves Marco, and Marco likes the security.
Spinner is still determinedly straight. He told Marco this. He told him this, and fucked him until Marco couldn't walk straight. Marco likes this too. Spinner doesn't love him, and Spinner never will, because Spinner loves Paige. But Marco likes to look at Paige and know that Spinner never kisses her until her lips bleed, and never presses her against the wall so hard she gets bruises, and never fucks her the way he does to Marco.
Spinner doesn't call what he and Marco have a relationship. He doesn't call it anything, because he doesn't speak when he's with Marco. He never wants more from Marco, and he never worries that they're based on something mainly physical. Physical is all they have. They have fast hands and bruising kisses and moaned names and hot sex. That's it, and Spinner likes it that way. He doesn't have to feel guilty about Paige, because he can treat Paige like a princess. He can listen to her and talk to her, because he has sex with Marco to keep him from ruining his relationship with Paige by making it about sex. He can split himself equally into two halves, the good boy half for Paige, and the bad boy half for Marco. He doesn't know what to make of the fact that even after Marco splits himself between him and Dylan, he still needs that touch from Dylan to satisfy him. Spinner isn't sure if he thinks it's funny that Marco needs so much physicality, or if he thinks it's because he isn't enough for Marco. Both ideas bother him until he's with Marco again, because he knows when it's over that Marco is satisfied, no matter what he thinks he needs after. Marco knows it's wrong. He knows that even though Spinner doesn't care, Dylan would. And that's the beauty of it, really. Spinner's never cared, and Dylan always will. Marco knows it's wrong, but Spinner is his only bad habit. Well, almost.
Spinner is nothing like Dylan. Marco knows that, and takes a sort of sick pleasure in it. He likes to think it's good that he has both ends of the scale at his fingertips, albeit in different ways. Dylan is his boyfriend. Everyone knows that. Dylan takes care of him and protects him. He never forgets any of their anniversaries. First date, first kiss (within twenty-four hours of each other), the day they first held hands at school, the day they first kissed in front of Marco's friends, the first time they had sex. He remembers every day, and presents Marco with a red rose and a lingering kiss for every occasion. He leaves letters in Marco's locker and drives him home every day. Dylan loves Marco, and Marco likes the security.
Spinner is still determinedly straight. He told Marco this. He told him this, and fucked him until Marco couldn't walk straight. Marco likes this too. Spinner doesn't love him, and Spinner never will, because Spinner loves Paige. But Marco likes to look at Paige and know that Spinner never kisses her until her lips bleed, and never presses her against the wall so hard she gets bruises, and never fucks her the way he does to Marco.
Spinner doesn't call what he and Marco have a relationship. He doesn't call it anything, because he doesn't speak when he's with Marco. He never wants more from Marco, and he never worries that they're based on something mainly physical. Physical is all they have. They have fast hands and bruising kisses and moaned names and hot sex. That's it, and Spinner likes it that way. He doesn't have to feel guilty about Paige, because he can treat Paige like a princess. He can listen to her and talk to her, because he has sex with Marco to keep him from ruining his relationship with Paige by making it about sex. He can split himself equally into two halves, the good boy half for Paige, and the bad boy half for Marco. He doesn't know what to make of the fact that even after Marco splits himself between him and Dylan, he still needs that touch from Dylan to satisfy him. Spinner isn't sure if he thinks it's funny that Marco needs so much physicality, or if he thinks it's because he isn't enough for Marco. Both ideas bother him until he's with Marco again, because he knows when it's over that Marco is satisfied, no matter what he thinks he needs after. Marco knows it's wrong. He knows that even though Spinner doesn't care, Dylan would. And that's the beauty of it, really. Spinner's never cared, and Dylan always will. Marco knows it's wrong, but Spinner is his only bad habit. Well, almost.