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Chapter Sixteen
Marco woke up to a soft snoring in his ear. He smiled lightly, the only time Dylan snored was when he was particularly worn out. Marco tried his hardest to wear him out the previous evening and most of the early morning. Looks like it worked and was well worth the effort.
The main reason Marco wanted Dylan worn out was because he'd been so weird lately. He's been distracted and the mood swings were alarming. He'd go from staring off into space to really hyper in a matter of seconds. It had been going on since Dylan's shopping trip with Scott two weeks ago. 'I wonder what they bought,' Marco mused internally as he watched Dylan sleep for a few minutes.
Marco shook himself out of his 'Dylan trance', as Ellie dubbed it affectionately one day after trying to get Marco's attention. He got up and stretched with a silent groan. He had gotten into some positions last night he hadn't thought humanly possible. Marco pulled out a pair of pajama pants and slipped them on. They hadn't gotten to the pajama phase last night. In fact, Marco picked up the clothes thrown about the living room on his way to the kitchen.
Marco glanced down at the calendar on his desk and did a double take. 'Surely, that can't be right. It must be mistaken.' Marco thought as he moved closer to the desk. Sure enough, moving day was written in bright blue letters.
"Oh shit. I can't believe I forgot." Marco mumbled to himself. He set off to make breakfast before getting Dylan out of bed. Marco thought he could use the extra few minutes. Since, they were going to have a long day ahead of them.
Breakfast was done and being kept hot in the oven, when Marco decided it was time to wake Dylan. He went back into his bedroom and sat on Dylan's side of the bed, near his hip. "Come on, love. It's time to get up. We've got a lot to do today."
Dylan mumbled something incoherently and reached for Marco.
Marco slid out of his reach easily and smacked Dylan on the butt, "Get. Out. Of. Bed. Now, Michalchuk!" When Dylan nuzzled down into the pillow, intent on ignoring the command, Marco leaned down and whispered lightly in his ear, "or you will never have another night like you had last night ever again."
That got Dylan moving, "What's the rush? Isn't it Saturday?"
Marco handed Dylan a pair of running shorts, "Yes but it's moving day. William comes in tonight and we've got to get your stuff over here first. Remember we're living together for the next two weeks until William's apartment is ready. You know they can't stay at Scott's with his roommates. They need to be alone to get reacquainted."
Dylan stepped into the shorts and shuddered, "Ugh, I don't want to think of my ex in my bed with another guy." Dylan got a funny look on his face, "Damn, it's like Charles with a strange twist."
Marco laughed, "Yeah, this time it's your bed and you have knowledge of the deed before hand. So, that will prevent you from walking in unannounced, unless you want a free show…"
Dylan laughed as he followed Marco down the hall to the kitchen. He took two large steps and caught Marco from behind as they entered the kitchen. He nuzzled into the shorter boy's neck from behind, "Forget breakfast, I'll have you instead." Dylan murmured, nipping Marco's neck lightly.
Marco giggled lightly, "No, eat now. Play later. Mmm…maybe playing now wouldn't be such a bad idea. No, no, play later. Unless you don't want to stay here. I could have Scott and William stay here instead." Marco turned around in Dylan's arms. He faced his lover pouting ever so slightly and trying to weaken Dylan's resolve of getting out of doing anything that day.
Dylan caved. He kissed Marco lightly, biting Marco's lower lip gently before releasing him. "Fine but I choose the game for tonight."
Marco smiled angelically and patted Dylan on the chest, "Whatever you say, love. Now let's eat before it gets too cold."
Scott called as Marco and Dylan were finishing the dishes.
"Hey Scott. Yeah we're headed that way now. Dylan, stop splashing me."
Scott chuckled on the other end of the line, "Am I interrupting something?"
"No, just trying to clean the kitchen. I'm getting a glimpse of what it would be like to be married to him. It's not all that bad but damn he can make a mess. Damn it Dylan, you're worse than a child." Marco said in mild frustration.
Scott laughed even harder, "Okay. So, are we meeting over at Dylan's soon?"
"Yeah, now that I'm soaked, I've got to change again. Then, we'll be there. You know you owe me one for this right?" inquired Marco before he let out a shriek, "Dylan, that's cold."
Scott tried to reign in his laughter, "I'll find a way to thank you, some day."
"Yeah, I'm sure you will. See you in a half hour."
"Are you sure that's enough time? I mean, I've seen you naked and with how playful Dylan is today, I'd guess you need at least an hour." Scott suggested.
"No, I won't need that long. Dylan is staying in the kitchen and mopping the floor."
Scott laughed and said good bye.
Marco hung up the phone and turned to Dylan. He pulled out the mop and handed it over, "You are going to clean this up. I'm going to change and then we are going to meet Scott. Understand? Good. Now mop."
Marco heard Dylan mutter as he left the kitchen, "Damn he's sexy when he's so forceful."
A half hour later, Marco and Dylan were meeting Scott at Dylan's apartment.
The three friends were relaxing in Marco's living room after they had completed their arduous task.
Marco and Dylan were on the couch with Marco's head was in Dylan's lap. Scott was sprawled in the huge armchair next to them.
"So, Scott tell me more about William. Seeing as we are meeting him in two hours."
Scott sat up, "I've got to go take a shower. But first, William is great. He's smart, funny, drop dead sexy and he's open minded. Oh, did I mention he's British?"
Marco smiled, "Only two or three hundred times since Christmas. Oh, Brits are hot."
Dylan scoffed and tugged on Marco's hair.
Marco turned his head and looked up at Dylan, "But not as hot as you, of course."
Dylan smiled, knowing he'd be placated but satisfied none-the-less.
"As I was saying before someone became self conscious, he's tattooed, pierced, and yet on him, it works." Scott said shrugging.
Dylan arched an eyebrow, "This coming from the same guy who threatened bodily harm if I got a piercing."
"When and what were you going to have pierced?" inquired Marco.
"Eyebrow about a year ago."
"Yeah, I would've not only threatened but followed through for just the suggestion." Marco told him. "Now a tattoo on the other hand, that would be hot."
Scott nodded, "I agree. Maybe a tribal on his upper arm, near the shoulder."
"Or a really cool design on his shoulder blade…" Marco suggested.
"Um, hi…does anyone care that this is my body you are thinking of mutilating? And um, needles, on my body…yeah, not gonna happen." Dylan said. He had visibly paled during the talk of tattooing his body.
"And just how do you expect to get a piercing without a needle?" inquired Scott.
Dylan didn't respond as he watched Scott pull himself out of the chair.
Scott kneeled in front of Marco's head, "Thanks for hosting dinner tonight. You have no idea how much I appreciate it." He kissed Marco on the forehead.
He stood up and leaned over Marco, kissing Dylan as well, "Thanks for the place to stay. It gets a little crowded when you're sharing a room with three other guys."
Dylan grabbed Scott's face and planted a kiss on his lips, "It's not a problem but to repay me, leave now. I want to make love to my boyfriend before you bring yours over."
Scott laughed and looked down at Marco, "Honest to a fault, isn't he?"
Marco nodded, "See you at six."
Scott let himself out, seeing Dylan was attempting to molest Marco on the couch.
At ten of six, a very nervous Scott stood on Marco's doorstep with an equally nervous William.
Scott grabs William's hand, "It'll be okay. These are my friends. We'll be fine."
William laughed weakly, "Trying to convince me or yourself? But let me get this straight again. You are bringing me to a dinner held by the guy you used to sleep with, who by all accounts is dating your ex. Do I have this right so far? I know I do, so don't answer. To say this experience is daunting would be a gross understatement."
Scott smiled slightly and leaned in to kiss William gently, "Here goes nothing…" Scott told him as he knocked on the door they had been staring at for over ten minutes.
Before the door opened, William caught Scott's worried expression, "Is there a reason I need to be worried?"
Scott sighed, "They are both extremely good looking guys…"
"As if you'd date anything less?"
"Well, no but I don't want you to start crushing on either of them. Okay, I admit, I'm jealous. So sue me," Scott finished, shrugging.
Dylan opened the door to William laughing at Scott's admission.
Dylan smiled at the two gracing the doorstep and proceeded to invite them in. He let William pass but halted Scott's progress for a second. "Um…Wow!" Dylan whispered.
Scott grinned slyly. He knew Dylan would make a comment but didn't expect speechless.
When the three were in the living room, Dylan and William were studying each other very carefully. Before Dylan could speak, William smiled slightly, "Let me guess…blonde, tall, incredibly attractive, hockey player build, and ice blue eyes that could shatter glass…you must be Dylan."
Dylan tossed Scott a quizzical glance, "Nice to see my reputation and looks precede me. It's finally nice to meet you."
"Like wise. So, now where's the short Italian hottie with piercing brown eyes that you can drown in and a body that won't quit for weeks?" inquired William good naturedly.
Dylan looked at Scott, who was blushing lightly, "Have you been telling tales out of school again?"
Scott winked, "Only the truth. Your boyfriend is a short Italian hottie with a body that won't quit for days."
Dylan nodded, "Oh, I agree but I wasn't aware you were going to introduce us like that."
William started to laugh, "Oh, love…you're absolutely smashing. Remember, Scott and I were friends while you were dating and then when he was sleeping with Marco. I know more details than necessary."
Dylan shook his head, displacing his blonde curls endearingly. "I'm going to get reinforcements. I can't do this alone anymore."
Scott called after him, "Funny, but isn't that what you said right before you started dating Marco the first time?"
Dylan flipped him off before entering the kitchen.
William and Scott's laughter followed him into the kitchen.
Marco was surveying the food on the counter with some speculation.
Dylan smiled at the concentration Marco was putting into deciding if everything was perfect. "Dinner smells great." Dylan whispered in his ear.
Marco smiled and turned to look at his lover. "So, what do you think of him?"
"Okay, one, no wait two things. He's drop dead gorgeous and he knows everything and I do mean everything about us."
Marco's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and Dylan nodded to his unasked question.
Marco took a deep breath and headed for the door, "Time to face the firing squad."
Marco walked out into the living room and stopped. He stopped so abruptly that Dylan ran into him. Dylan hadn't prepared him for William. He said he was drop dead gorgeous but damn, this was not gorgeous. Marco couldn't find a word to describe William.
When William stood up, Marco saw the impressive height in which he carried himself. At around six foot four, William had to look down at Marco.
"Well, I finally get to meet the infamous Marco. The short, Italian hottie. Scott was right. I'm impressed."
Marco was speechless and thank god, saved by the bell. "Oh, the lasagna. I'll be right back."
Scott laughed, "I'll go see if I can help him. Get to know each other, play twenty questions or something."
Scott followed Marco, who'd taken out the lasagna and was leaning against the counter. "You okay?"
Marco shook his head, "That man is a walking advertisement. He's…wow!"
Scott laughed, "Good to know you and Dylan have the same reaction."
Marco thought about William for a second; tall, dark brown, almost black hair, features that were chiseled out of marble with the skin tone to match, bright green cat-like eyes. The eyes were what captivated Marco the most, they expressed humor and intelligence. The piercings just enhanced his good looks. The ears, clavicle, and tongue were studded to match. Definitely done on purpose but not too showy.
"You going to make it through dinner without drooling?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just wish I had a little more warning or maybe seen a picture." Marco said.
"Come on, let's get the food on the table before it gets cold. You'll get used to him, I promise." Scott said, picking up the salad and bread.
Marco just sighed and nodded at Scott's back.
The two couples had a good time during dinner. They discussed everything from families to friends to school courses and backgrounds. They were trying to fill William in on as much as possible so he wouldn't be lost.
They were sitting in the living room when Scott broached the subject of Valentine's Day. "It's next week, any plans?"
Marco shrugged, Dylan shook his head and William just gestured to Scott himself.
"I propose we go out together. Have dinner and then go our separate ways for the romance portion of the night."
Marco and Dylan just nodded their agreement and William shrugged.
Dylan and Marco were finishing cleaning up the mess from earlier when Marco decided to ask about William, "So, William seems good for Scott, don't you think?"
Dylan nodded, "He seems like a nice guy. Scott seems to adore him."
"William seemed rather taken by Scott as well," Marco stated as he turned off the lights.
Dylan followed him into the bedroom.
As Marco got ready for bed, Dylan sat on the bed watching him.
"What's wrong?" inquired Marco, clothed only in plaid pajama pants. He came to stand in between Dylan's legs.
Dylan grasped Marco's waist firmly and lowered him onto his lap. Dylan finally answered, "Nothing. I was thinking that this is what it would be like if we stay together. Get married, live together, I get to watch you undress every night. I was wondering if I'd ever forget the first time I saw you getting ready for bed without sex being involved." Dylan shook his head, "Sorry. I know all of that sounds so corny but it's something my dad and I talked about one day back in high school."
Marco nodded, "I understand what you're saying. I woke up this morning thinking what it would be like if we beat the odds. I think we will."
Dylan looked a little crestfallen still, "Are you sure? You can't even be sure if I'll still be here tomorrow. At least not enough to let me move in."
Marco's brown eyes turned pleading, "I'm sorry I can't let you move in here with me yet, Dylan. It's a huge step that I'm just not ready for yet. And yes, while I've had my doubts about us, I know I love you and you love me, I just can't put all my eggs in the one basket yet. I have to have some form of safety net for me. I do consider these next two weeks an interesting trial run, however."
Dylan finally nodded, "I understand why you're skittish. I haven't been the most reliable person these last few months where you're concerned. I can even understand why you aren't ready. What I couldn't understand was you doubting my love but now I see that I misinterpreted the situation. So, don't worry about it. I know you'll let me know when the time is right." Dylan responded, his voice a lot steadier than his heart.
Marco sighed in relief that Dylan finally knew all the reasons why he couldn't live with him, just yet. Marco was immensely relieved that Dylan didn't hate him for it, like he could have.
Marco decided to show Dylan just how much he appreciated it. He kissed Dylan forcefully before sliding off his lap.
Dylan looked a little confused until Marco started to undress him. First his shirt and then Marco went after Dylan's belt.
"Feeling a little frisky?" laughed Dylan as Marco pulled him into a standing position.
Dylan obligingly stepped out of his jeans and boxers that Marco had pushed down to his ankles.
Marco still hadn't said a word, instead he stood back up and kissed Dylan roughly. He directed him toward the bed and pushed him back into a sitting position.
Dylan raised an eyebrow as Marco knelt down between his knees. This wasn't a usual position for Marco but all thoughts that were starting fled as he felt Marco's tongue taste him lightly, almost teasingly. Then his lips enclosing around him and the moist hot feeling that always made Dylan groan in ecstasy. This time was no different. One of Marco's hands aided in his ministrations while the other held onto Dylan's left hand, fingers entwined. Marco could feel Dylan's hand tighten with pleasure ever so often.
Dylan threaded his right hand through Marco's hair. Not so much to guide him, but to cradle and support himself.
Marco didn't miss a drop when Dylan peaked a few minutes later. He just sat back on his heels, still caressing Dylan lightly. He had a smirk gracing his lips, almost mockingly.
Dylan couldn't even articulate the feeling he'd gotten from that. Marco knew what he was doing and Dylan never lasted long because of it. But this one was, well, it was just Wow!
Marco stood up and Dylan could clearly see the affect it had on Marco. It was making a nice tent in the pajama pants that couldn't hide anything.
Dylan reached out and pulled Marco's pants down swiftly. He almost got hit in the face as it sprang out from its horrible confines.
Dylan reached out but Marco moved away. Marco shook his head no.
"This is my show tonight. I'm going to please you while getting a little out of it myself. I am going to fuck you, now. Not make love, because I'm just not in the mood for that tonight. I want to hear you scream." In spite of the harsh words Marco had just spoke, he had the most angelic smile gracing his lips.
Dylan loved it when Marco played rough, so he laid back on the bed. He tilted his hips at the right angle so Marco wouldn't have to reposition him for entrance.
Marco took immediate advantage of Dylan's position and crawled between his legs. He was resting right against the entrance, just teasing him a little.
Dylan's eyes glazed over with passion.
Marco waited until the perfect moment before slamming into him hard.
Marco got his wish, Dylan screamed in pleasure. Dylan's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
This definitely wasn't the gentle kind of things they normally did but they were both enjoying it this way too.
When they climaxed together a little while later, Marco collapsed onto Dylan's chest.
Dylan wrapped his arms around Marco and brought him up for a kiss.
"I don't think I could've thought of a better way to end my day."
Marco acted coy, "How's that?"
Dylan kissed Marco's sweaty hair, "In bed, naked with the most gorgeous, sexy guy on the planet. Oh, and having him dominate me until I screamed."
Marco ducked his head shyly against Dylan's neck. Sure it was a direct contrast to the control he took a few minutes ago, but he hated when attention was called to his more dominant side. A blush was felt rising from his toes. He was sure it was beyond obvious but he just couldn't help it.
"I think it's time to sleep. You are obviously delirious." Marco responded.
Dylan reached over to kill the light before shifting Marco into a more comfortable cradle position. Dylan kissed the side of Marco's neck lightly, "I love you."
Marco turned his head and kissed him on the lips, "Yeah, I love you too, Dyl."
The two promptly fell asleep, completely unaware of what the other was thinking.
Marco was thinking maybe he should let Dylan move in and Dylan was contemplating how to get Marco's parents to agree to the marriage.
Please Review…Another 12 and I'll update on Wednesday night. bribe Chapter 17 is going to be the proposal and Dylan facing Marco's parents. (Just to raise curiosity)!
Kate-Thank you so much. I love you dearly. Keep writing…I want to know what happens.
