A/N: I wanted to update today because I won't have time again until Friday evening. Hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter Thirteen
Marco and Dylan arrived back in Boston two days before their classes were to begin. They were hanging out in the coffee shop on the day before classes started, when James came in the shop.
Marco invited him to join them. "So, how was your break?"
James looked at the entwined hands and the smiles on the others faces, "Obviously not as good as yours. I went home to Savannah."
"Hence the accent. You bring it back with you every time you go home," Dylan said laughing.
"I'm proud to be southern. We have our own way of life below that Mason-Dixon line." James said rather lyrically. "So, how'd you two end up together?"
"Braden and I called it quits a while ago. Dylan and Scott were over and it seemed like the logical step for two people still in love." Marco said simply.
James nodded, "I thought I heard a rumor about you and Scott being together, Marco?"
Marco blushed lightly, "Nah, we were just friends and Chemistry partners. He was the main one pushing for Dylan and I to get back together."
Dylan looked at Marco, "What aren't you telling me? There's something more there…"
Marco debated about how to answer that question. He could lie to Dylan and tell him nothing or he could tell him the truth and risk the outburst. "Truthfully, I slept with Scott a few times. It was mainly for a release of pent up energy."
"So now there's one guy out there that knows what we're both like in bed. How strange…I know I should be mad about you not telling me but I'm not feeling it." Dylan said, clearly confused.
"I thought you would be a little ticked off but technically you don't have any right to be mad. You weren't dating anymore and I was borderline single with Braden's permission to date around." Marco reasoned.
James laughed, "I'm so glad I'm straight. This is way too much drama for me. I've got to go but Marco, I'll see you tomorrow in class. So glad you decided to take my creative writing class. Dylan, see you in the weight room on Thursday."
The boys said their good-byes to James and watched him leave.
"Were you ever going to tell me about Scott?" inquired Dylan.
Marco looked at Dylan, "I think so. I never meant to keep it from you but it never seemed like a good time to bring it up."
Dylan nodded, "Yeah, when to bring it up…the day we make up, the day my granddad goes into the hospital or during his funeral. Yeah, that would've added fuel to the fire."
Marco laughed lightly, "So glad you see my point on this."
"Hell, right now I'd probably forgive just about anything." Dylan said laughing.
"Oh, well in that case," Marco said laughing.
Dylan pushed him on his shoulder, "You don't need to share anything else."
Scott walked up as Marco was laughing, "Hey, room for one more?"
Marco looked at Dylan, "Is there?"
Dylan nodded, "Yeah, have a seat. How was your vacation?"
Scott laughed, "Good. Met someone new with great potential. He's moving here in February."
Marco's eyebrows raised, "Wow! Moving here, that's a big step. Are you that serious already?"
Scott smiled, "I've know him for years. We just never tried to be anything more than friends before…but then again, he also wasn't sure about his sexual preference until recently."
Marco nodded, "I'm happy for you. I hope things go well for you. What's his name?"
"His name is William. He's British."
"British guys are hot. Well, some of them…royal family excluded." Marco said.
Scott laughed, "Yeah, William can talk to me all day long…I'm happy."
Dylan rolled his eyes, "You sound like a bunch of girls."
"So, anyway, William and I have known each other for almost ten years. His family and my family have been friends for years. We used to summer together and then it became every school holiday. He moved to Florida to be near his grandparents about a year ago. He showed up at my house the day I got home and we've been inseparable ever since. I see you are getting on well."
Marco smiled, "Yeah, we've been good."
Dylan was looking between the two with an odd fascination, "Does anyone else think it strange that we've all slept together? We've all seen the other two naked and in compromising positions."
Scott and Marco shared a bemused look and started laughing, "It's a little weirder that you chose to voice it than the fact that it happened." Scott told him.
Marco nodded his agreement, "That was a little odd to announce it but I guess it's a little weird. So, when do we get to meet William?"
"I'll bring him around when he moves. He'll need some friends besides me. You two interested?" inquired Scott.
Marco said yes as Dylan gave another answer, "As long as this isn't one of your twisted swinging schemes. I'm not sharing Marco again."
Scott started laughing, "The only swing I ever mentioned belongs on a child's playground. At least, to you."
Marco was the one who laughed this time, "Yeah, but if he's cute enough and with that accent, I might be willing."
Dylan's jaw hit the table as he stared at Marco. Marco took pity on him, "I was only joking, love. I'd never leave you again. Unless you were abusive."
The boys went their separate ways, Marco and Dylan to Marco's house and Scott headed for his dorm.
They watched a movie and ordered a pizza. When the night was over, Dylan started to head for the door.
"Where are you going?" inquired Marco.
"Home. Why?"
"Why don't you stay here tonight? You can go home tomorrow." Marco suggested.
"Because I don't live here and I don't want to have to get up at six in the morning. I don't have an early class this semester for a reason." Dylan explained.
Marco couldn't argue with his logic so he watched him leave.
It took forever for Marco to get to sleep that night. He missed having Dylan in his bed with him.
A week of restless nights for both Dylan and Marco had passed. It was finally Friday.
Marco made dinner for Dylan and hoped to get him to stay the night. He could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.
Dylan knocked on the door before walking into the living room. Dylan took in the scene, lights low, candles burning, soft music playing in the background, and Marco sitting on the couch.
"Are you sure you were expecting me?"
Marco smiled, "Only you."
"I don't need the seduction anymore, hun. I'm yours."
Marco shrugged, "Maybe this was more for me than you."
Dylan looked concerned, "Are you okay?"
Marco shook him off, "Yeah, I'm fine. You hungry?"
Dylan nodded, "Sure."
Dinner was a tense affair. Marco was moody and Dylan was concerned about Marco. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. He was wondering if it was something he did or said.
Dylan was prodding Marco for information on his mood swing, "What is wrong?"
"I'm fine. I told you that already. Now, drop it."
"Marco, what did I do?"
"Nothing, okay. It's just a bad day."
"What happened?"
"Today is the day my dad threatened to disown me because I told him I was gay. My mom made him take it back but it still hurts a little. I wanted him to love me for me. I wanted him to be proud of me. He still can't look at me Dylan. He avoided us at the funeral. He avoids my phone calls." Marco stated emphatically.
Dylan got up and wrapped his arms around Marco, "I never knew when you came out to your dad. I mean I know what year but I didn't know about the time of year. I'm sorry."
Marco rested his head against Dylan's chest, "I try not to let it get to me but today I was walking in the park across the street and I saw a dad playing with his son. They were having such fun. I miss those fun times with my dad. Then to top it off, I saw a father and son running on the jogging path. They were racing and having a great time. The son was probably around my age, maybe a little younger. I miss the father/son relationship that most guys have. I'm envious that your dad still looks at you like a son and not just some stranger he raised in his house."
Dylan rubbed Marco's shoulders lightly, "Maybe you should get some sleep. You said you haven't been sleeping well these last few days."
Marco looked up at him with pleading eyes, "Will you stay?"
Dylan didn't have the heart to say no, "Of course I'll stay the night."
Dylan picked Marco up and carried him to the bedroom. He carefully undressed the younger man and laid him gently on the bed. Dylan then undressed himself and turned off the lights.
Dylan slid into bed next to Marco and smiled in the dark as Marco curled up against his chest. It kind of reminded Dylan of a cat the way Marco would curl himself into Dylan. It was a comforting feeling.
Marco reveled in the warmth Dylan gave off. He missed the feeling when it wasn't there. The feel of Dylan's solid chest rising and falling with each breath lulled Marco into sleep.
Dylan was content to just hold Marco as his breathing became deeper and more even. He kissed the top of the dark head as he stared at the ceiling sorting out his thoughts and feelings.
I can't believe I'm here. He's in my arms again. We survived our first week together in Boston. I was terrified that once we got out of Degrassi he might not feel the same again. I know that sounds stupid even in my head but I can't help the feeling. I love him more now than I ever imagined possible. He's so much a part of me that if I lose him again, I'm risking losing myself. I can't leave him. I don't want to leave him, ever. He's quickly becoming my whole world. I could give up hockey if it meant he'd stay with me. Sleeping alone next week is probably going to be hardest thing I'll ever have to do. Hell, going home on Sunday night is going to be impossible for the rest of the year. Maybe he'll take pity on me and let me move in.
Dylan fell asleep trying to think of ways to convince Marco that he needed to move in and stop this back and forth business.
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