Dylan patted his boyfriend on the back sympathetically and would have held his hair back too, if it was still there. Marco gasped for breath as he came up from the toilet and the stench of his vomit began to fill the tiny room. Dylan tried to breath through his nose so the smell didn't bother him and he continued to rub Marco's back.
"You okay?" He asked sympathetically and his usually dancing eyes were sad and filled with disappointment. Marco nodded slightly, fearing that any movement would set of his uneasy stomach once again. He released his tight grasp on the sides of the toilet and flushed it before leaning against the opposite wall and looking up at the blond mass of curls before him.
"Can you tell me what the hell I was thinking?" He grumbled and wrapped his arms around his torso. How anyone found this enjoyable was a mystery to him. Why he thought this would be enjoyable was a mystery to him. What an idiot he was for being so caught up in his emotions he didn't even think straight enough to see what he was doing.
Dylan shook his head and shrugged with an apologetic half smile. "I don't know. But promise me you'll never do it again."
"Don't worry," Marco replied and glanced at the toilet. "I won't."
"Why were you drunk in the first place?" Marco looked down at his hands as the question he dreaded fell from his boyfriend's lips.
"I couldn't take it anymore. There's just too much shit going on right now that I didn't want to deal with." He started to fiddle with the lining of his shirt nervously.
"And you thought getting drunk out of your mind and passing out in my dorm would help you?" Dylan slightly raised his voice but was able to keep himself from sounding as angry as he really was. "This is so unlike you."
"I thought it would! I don't know what to think anymore…" He looked up into the deep blue eyes owned by Dylan and forced the tears on the edges of his eyes to disperse. "I need help Dylan."
"And I'm here to help you, but not if your drunk. I don't want to see you hurt again Marco, and when you do stupid things like this your just hurting yourself."
"I know, I know. I figured that out after my stomach decided it doesn't like food anymore. Or apparently booze either."
Dylan put is hand softly on Marco's cheek and massaged it with his thumb. "Just know that I will always be there for you. But that doesn't mean I'll enjoy replaying this scene again."
Marco just smiled wryly and nodded, showing Dylan that he understood. "Good. Now how about we get some breakfast?" Marco just looked at him strangely.
"Breakfast?"
"Yeah it's like 8 o clock in the morning…"
"WHAT? You mean I stayed here the whole night?" Dylan nodded. "Oh god, I gotta get home." He tried to stand up but another wave of nausea sent him crashing back down. Dylan flung himself towards the boy and caught him before his body collided with the hard floor of the bathroom.
"Not in this condition your not. You have a hangover the size of Ontario; your parents aren't that blind." He pushed himself up off his knees and pulled Marco up with him before helping him back onto the bed.
"Dylan, what am I going to tell them? I finally come back home and then I stay at, out of all places, your dorm." He dropped his head into his hands and groaned. "Why do I always have to screw everything up?"
"You didn't screw everything up. You just made a mistake, your human and that's what they tend to do." Dylan kissed him softly on the forehead and walked back towards the bathroom. "I know I have an extra toothbrush here somewhere… AHAH!" He came from the room holding a toothbrush in his hand and a very proud look on his face.
Marco looked up at the sudden outburst and couldn't help but smile at the huge grin spread across his boyfriends face. He got up from the bed slowly and took the brush from Dylan's hand before proceeding to the bathroom to clean his teeth with it.
"Ahhhh…" Marco let out as he finished rinsing his mouth and a new fresh minty taste lingered inside it. He smiled into the mirror and checked himself out quickly before returning to the bedroom. He was thrown against the wall by a sudden onslaught of clothes. He grabbed blindly at them and tore them off his face. "What the hell?"
"You need clothes right? Well there you go." Dylan stated in a matter-of-factly kind of voice.
"And you want to kill me with them first?" Dylan just laughed and Marco rolled his eyes before rising up off the wall. He slipped off his shirt and was about to throw it on the bed before realizing Dylan was staring at him. "What?"
Dylan's cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he looked away. "Nothing…"
Marco chuckled and threw his shirt at the blonde. "Perv." He joked causing Dylan's cheeks to brighten even more. He walked over to him and wrapped his arms around the taller boy's waist before twisting him around so they were face to face. He stood on his toes and kissed his boyfriend lightly on the side of his mouth. "You know I don't mind." He whispered in a soft voice that could've melted a heart of stone, and Dylan's was anything but so it was a miracle his knees didn't buckle to the words.
Marco laughed softly and released Dylan out of his grip before taking a few steps towards the bed. Suddenly he was spun around by two strong hands and his lips were locked into a passionate kiss. Before he could respond Dylan pulled away and gave him a nervous smile. "Sorry" He muttered and seemed to blush even more, if that was possible at this point.
Marco smiled a huge toothy grin and giggled. He knew Dylan couldn't resist him and was worried he had lost his touch when he was actually able to walk away. In truth Dylan had tried to contain himself but Marco was just too alluring for it to be more than an attempt.
"Oh you're sly Del Rossi, real sly." He said as Marco came up behind him and ran his hands under the front of his shirt.
"Yeah, but its fun that way." He replied and laid his head on Dylan's back while he massaged the boy's chest with the tips of his fingers. He felt Dylan's body shake with silent laughs and was reluctant to let go of the comfort he felt when he was next to him. Slowly he slipped his hands back from under the shirt and continued his previous path towards the bed. Once again he was stopped by two strong arms but this time he was tossed gently onto the bed.
He looked up into the silvery blue pool-like eyes of his boyfriend and he was pinned to the bed by his wrists. "Didn't think you'd get rid of me that easy did you?" Dylan smiled mischievously and leaned in towards the Italian, pressing their lips together. Marco groaned lightly as Dylan made his way down the boy's neck and sucked it teasingly. He wrapped his legs around the older boy's waist and pulled him closer until he was practically lying on top of him. Dylan moved from his neck back to his lips and licked them playfully before moving to Marco's neck and shoulders once again. He felt the boys blonde curls fall neatly onto his cheek and smelled the strong scent of his generic shampoo. It might not have been the greatest scent in the world but at this moment he loved it more than anybody else possibly could imagine.
"Dylan." He whispered slightly out of breath. "Dylan, wait." He kept on kissing Marco.
"Dylan please wait." He still went unheard and started to struggle away from Dylan's grip. Finally the kissing ceased and Marco was given a confused look.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?" Dylan slid his hands from Marco's wrists and sat up beside him.
"No it's just, not right now okay?" He sighed deeply hoping he hadn't hurt Dylan too much.
"Whatever you want Marco. I understand." He smiled and stretched his neck so he was looking into the boys face.
"Why are our moments like this always ruined? First Paige, now me…"
"Don't you even feel bad about this." Dylan commanded. "You're going through some things that you really don't deserve to be going through. I'm not mad. Maybe a little disappointed but hey, look at how cute you are. Anybody else would feel the same."
Marco grinned lightly and set his head atop his boyfriends shoulder. "How is it you can always make me smile?"
"Because you're worth it, And of coarse because I'm so irresistible." Marco pushed him playfully and he chuckled with happiness. He kissed Dylan on his cheek before getting up and finally was ale to get dressed without interruptions. Except for the loud whistle Dylan sang out when Marco change his pants.
No matter how much of a hurry he was in Marco would always make time to fix his hair in the bathroom, even if it was hardly there. He strode into the bright light and for the first time realized how horrible he looked. Well to himself anyway. To anybody else he would have been fine for he was normally so good looking people he passed on the street would stop and stare. He didn't mind that but Dylan sure did.
He tried to force the baggy clothes he was wearing to stay in place but they were much too large for it to do any good. He gasped in surprise when he adjusted it enough to reveal his whole neck and then some.
"Dylan!" He screamed, sounding more panicked then he meant to.
Dylan ran to the doorway and grabbed the edges of the wall. "What? What happened?" He gave Marco the once-over and he didn't seem to be hurt.
Marco turned to face him and pulled down the collar of the shirt a little more, exposing the reason for his distress. Dylan couldn't help but laugh but sobered instantly when Marco threw him an icy glare. "Sorry, I didn't mean to…"
"Ugggh! How am I gonna hide these?" He said and pointed angrily towards one of the many hickeys covering his neck. He turned to the mirror once again and realized that not only were they on his lower neck but they were in fact starting to form near the top.
"Dylan! You need to be more careful about that!" He complained and sighed in exasperation. "Do you have a scarf or something?"
"Uh yeah, hang on." He walked out of the doorway and returned with a blue and white striped scarf that had a Toronto Maple Leafs logo on each end. It was anything but Marco's usual style but he was desperate and his anger was beginning to rise.
"Come on, let's go." He said as he threw the scarf around his neck and pushed pass Dylan towards the door. Dylan obliged and grabbed his car keys before following Marco as he rapidly pushed through the halls.
"Marco, slow down!" He yelled to the boy who turned around in an annoyed huff. Dylan caught up to him and hardly had time to catch his breath before Marco insisted they continue towards his car.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" He asked taking long slow strides to catch up to the raging ball of Marco, now jogging through the parking lot. Suddenly he stopped in mid step almost causing the both of them to tumble to the ground.
"I… I don't know." He confessed and seemed to be just as confused as Dylan. "I don't even know what I'm going to say."
"Well let's think about that in the car. I don't need any more car accidents." Marco looked around and realized that in fact he was in the middle of the road. Dylan grabbed his hand gently and interlaced their fingers before pulling him towards the car. They climbed in and sat there for a moment in silence before any of them said a word. But that was what they needed. Just a little time to think.
"So…" Dylan broke the silence cautiously. "Any ideas?"
"Tell the truth. It'll get me grounded till I'm 30 but I don't want to lie anymore. There has been way too much of that already." He nodded, silently agreeing and trying to convince himself that this was the right way to go along with it.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now go before I change my mind." Dylan didn't need to be told twice. He turned the car on and back up out of his spot hastily and began to drive towards Marco's house.
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