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I have been waiting to write this chapter since I started the story. It is my longest chapter yet. I hope you like it – it even gives me tingles! Enjoy….
Chapter 5: Crazy For You
"Ellie? Ellie..is that you. Are you up? Wake up! I need to talk to you….Ellie, it happened!"
"Marco? What are you doing up? Wait…you just called me, right? It's 7:30 on Saturday morning!"
"I know. I couldn't sleep. I was just waiting until a somewhat reasonable time to call, 'kay? So wake up."
"Uh…okay. What's going on? What happened?"
"Ellie – he kissed me….Dylan kissed me. And then I kissed him. Well, I kind of orchestrated the whole thing but he actually initiated the kiss. Well, the first one…then it didn't really matter anymore."
"What! Marco, are you serious?"
"Yeah." Ellie could feel Marco's infectious smile from the other side of the phone. He did it. He actually got what he wanted and what she knew he could have. I mean she of all people knew how irresistible Marco was. There was just something about him – his enthusiasm, his sweetness, his intelligence…and she knew that Dylan saw it. With her heart in tact, and her own spark filled relationship with Sean, she was ready to pass the torch and to play a different role. As long as Marco still needed her, of course….which his early morning phone calls clearly showed he did. She was filled with love for him and happiness.
"Wow, Marco…tell me."
Marco recounted Luisa's nudging, James' advice, Dylan's cluelessness, and how it felt to finally close his eyes and feel Dylan's soft lips, slight stubble against his face,…their tentative French kisses, with the promise of more to come. Finally, when Marco wouldn't let her off the phone, she agreed to come over in the afternoon to help him prepare for his date that night, as long as he let her off to go shower!
"Marco…phone is for you. A boy named Dylan," Marco's mother called from downstairs.
Marco looked nervously at Ellie, "I hope he's not going to cancel."
"Please Marco," Ellie rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, okay. I'm just being lame…he's not going to cancel." Marco was giddy as he picked up the phone,"Hey Dylan."
"Hey Marco."
"Hey Dylan," Ellie crooned from the background.
"Ellie says hi," Marco smiled at her.
"Ellie's there, eh? Hi Ellie-"
"He says hi."
"So you told her, I'm assuming."
"Told her what?" Marco flirted, "oh yeah, that we assisted on the winning goal in the game on Tuesday. Definitely."
"Very funny…I mean I guess the whole best gay friend finally had the guts to kiss you couldn't be too much on your mind this afternoon." Marco was blushing and beaming, still in somewhat of a state of shock.
"Oh that…I might have said something," Marco giggled, "So are we really going on a date tonight? I still can't believe it."
"Well, parents are going out, mom's helping me cook, I told Paige I'd finally kissed you and she more than willingly agreed to get out of the house-"
"You told PAIGE!"
"Yeah,…I know. But it wouldn't be long until all our friends found out anyways…is that okay? I mean, I definitely don't want to start freaking you out now that…well now that this has kind of started between us..."
Although Marco had reacted with his habitual fear of all things gay, knowing Paige would be on the phone with the latest news five minutes ago, when he thought about it, he just laughed, "You know what, Dylan? I totally don't care…When I think about it, well, …I'm at least out at Degrassi, and if the rest of the school wants to share my excitement…well, I'm game. So…I need to get going 'cause I'm getting ready for a date tonight."
Dylan laughed, "lucky guy. He'll pick you up around 7, 'kay?"
"Can't wait."
Marco had carefully picked out his outfit - undersized, somewhat body hugging brown button down shirt, always fitted jeans, and left his hair naturally curly, as he looked in the mirror one last time before the door bell rang.
"Marco – that boy Dylan is here...he is taking you to Paige's with Spinner? Have a good time," Marco's mom kissed him on the cheek as Marco ran anxiously to the car.
When Dylan drove safely out of range of Marco's house, Marco leaned over and quickly kissed him on the cheek, briefly distracting him from his driving.
"What was that for?" Dylan smiled.
"Just checking."
"Checking what?"
"You know…that it really happened. That we're actually on a date…And you didn't seem too shocked, so I think it's safe to say-"
As Dylan pulled into his driveway, he gently pulled Marco's face towards his and kissed him passionately on the mouth, letting his lips linger on Marco's upper lip. Marco gasped.
"Yeah, I think it's pretty safe to say." Dylan laughed at him and eyed Marco flirtatiously, "You know, Marco, now that it's all out in the open between us, I probably won't be so shy anymore."
'Woh,' Marco thought to himself, 'I can't believe this is happening.'
When he walked into the Michalchuk's kitchen, Marco didn't know what to say -White tablecloth at the round table for two, candlelight, sweet smell of teriyaki, something chocolate baking, and fun campy music playing on the CD player.
I'm comin' out…I want the world to know, I've got to let it show.
"Wow, Dylan….this is awesome. I can't believe you went to all this effort. It smells delicious." Dylan beamed, "Just one question, what's up with the crazy music?"
Dylan laughed, "well, I wanted this to be romantic…I guess that's obvious. But really,…I couldn't let us take ourselves too seriously," Dylan shook his hips as he sang out – "I'm comin' out…"
Marco laughed and relaxed, seeing the relaxed and confident Dylan he had become used to. This wasn't so different at all. Just better…
As they began the molten chocolate cake for dessert, Dylan leaned over and took Marco's free hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "So sexy…for a newbie, I was pretty amazed that you got us into that situation last night…Don't get me wrong – I'm eternally grateful, but amazed."
And so Marco began to tell him the story of his crush. Everybody's questions, Luisa's courage, James' prodding, his mounting frustration. That he couldn't believe that he had the guts to actually bring up first kisses, sitting alone with his months old crush and best gay friend…
Dylan laughed, interrupting Marco's story, "what?" Marco looked up, "it's so funny that I had to go through all that to get the more experienced, confident older guy to try something?"
"No," Dylan answered, "You have chocolate on your face." And with that Dylan got up, and with his sexy sly smile, leaned over and gently licked the corner of Marco's chocolaty mouth. "That's better."
"Oh." Marco blushed once again. By now he was getting used to his red cheeks.
Dylan had rented Mambo Italiano – a Canadian gay comedy about coming out in an Italian family of all things! - and he snuggled up to Marco on the couch in the living room. Marco rested his head against Dylan's chest, tentatively placing his hand on his thigh. 'Wow – he has muscles.' Marco was consistently amazed at Dylan's body, and even more amazed that he was now allowed to touch it. Dylan playfully traced his finger over Marco's face, distracting him from the movie. It was a constant reminder of what would hopefully come after the movie. Marco was nervous, but since their kisses the night before, he knew his body had never felt so alive.
As the movie ended, and there was a somewhat awkward moment of quiet, Marco nervously but bravely approached the topic. "So, umm, Dylan…now we've kissed…and we're dating…at least I hope we're dating," Marco's doubt surfaced for a second.
Dylan chuckled, "Yeah…I think it's pretty certain that we're dating."
"Okay… So, I know you know, that I haven't ever done this before, and as you put it, I have lots of firsts left," Marco smiled sheepishly.
"It's okay, Marco," Dylan reassured, "I'm not in a rush. We can go as slow as you-"
"No. Let me finish," Marco said quickly, worried he wouldn't have the guts to finish his sentence, "I know you're not in a rush. I'm not in a rush either. And,…well,.. and I trust you. I mean come on Dylan, it took you months to even kiss me!...But what I want to say is that,… the truth is that kissing you last night was the most amazing thing I've ever felt, and I so want more,…with you. Not all at once or anything. But I want to, and well, because I'm totally new at this, I hope you'll be willing to show me, 'cause I'm willing to learn," Marco breathed a sigh of relief. He had said it. No more miscommunications about who wants what. Marco wanted. And Dylan now knew it.
Dylan smiled widely at him, eyes sparkling with desire. He was excited by Marco's openness, and was more than willing to oblige, as he leaned in to Marco, whispering in his ear, "Okay, sexy. Lesson number one." Marco looked curiously up at him, as Dylan slowly began kissing his neck, "Always," Dylan whispered, "tell me," more soft neck kisses, "what you like…and what you don't." Marco giggled, as Dylan gently laid him down on the couch, lying alongside him, and continuing to brush his tongue and teeth along his throat. "Like with this…I haven't done this to you before…"
"Yeah," Marco blushed, "I like it."
Dylan moved to Marco's earlobe, softly sucking it, and running his tongue along the outside of his ear. "And this?"
Marco laughed, "ticklish…but sexy."
Finally, Marco couldn't take it anymore and he turned his mouth to meet Dylan's, as Dylan let himself begin to kiss Marco with the pent up passion of the months of waiting and wanting. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative bites, tongues barely touching. But as Marco's hands began pressing into Dylan's back, pulling him closer, Dylan abandoned his reservations about freaking Marco out and opened his mouth, using his tongue to widen Marco's lips, and he kissed him with all the passion and attraction he felt. Teeth biting lips, tongues battling, Marco's tongue in his mouth, hands on backs, on faces, gasping.
Marco was breathless. As Dylan moved back to attack his neck,Marco moaned with desire. "Sorry," Marco turned bright red.
Dylan looked confused for a second and then realized that Marco was apologizing for his moan. He shook his head, "Lesson number two." Marco looked questioningly at him "Moaning," Dylan laughed, brushing his lips against Marco's cheek, "is great." Dylan paused kissing Marco softly on his now swollen lips, "In other words, I like to hear you…moaning, sighing, whatever…it's all good," Dylan grinned, "it tells me that what I'm doing is turning you on, and well,…it turns me on."
"I'll keep that in mind," Marco couldn't believe he was having this conversation, and he quickly moved to cover Dylan's mouth with a deep kiss. Dylan moaned. Marco stopped, "Now you're just doing that on purpose," he pouted, unconvinced.
"You are so wrong, Marco…you'll see."
As they began kissing again, Marco suddenly sat up, and looked around nervously. "What time is it, Dylan?"
"Like 10 or so, why? You don't have to be home for another hour and a half," he said pulling him back down.
"No…but um…your parents coming home?...Couldn't we go somewhere a bit less in the middle of the living room?" Marco laughed.
"They totally won't care...but yeah, I guess I don't really want them walking in. I mean, we could go to my room, but I don't want you to think that it means-"
Marco laughed, grabbing his hand to pull him upstairs, "Don't worry, Dylan…I told you, I trust you. And," Marco smiled, "I also told you that I want you."
Dylan walked over to his CD player and pressed play before sitting down on the bed with Marco."Wait," Marco recognized the music, "this is the song we danced to."
"Madonna – Crazy for You. A part of any self respectinggay male music repertoire," Dylan laughed, "But seriously, I've kind of been obsessed with the song since we danced together. See I'm lame…it was right in my CD player."
Marco was beaming. He loved the vulnerable Dylan. "So umm…do you want to dance?" Marco asked shyly.
Dylan looked at Marco with surprise in his eyes as he gave him his hand and pulled him close for their now second slow dance. "I should never have underestimated you, sexy Marco…beginner or not, you know exactly what you're doing."
Marco's eyes shone flirtatiously at Dylan, "Well, I'm not sure that that's exactly true…but I do know what I want…" Marco leaned up as his lips met Dylan's, loving every electric touch between them. Making out on a private dance floor, not bad at all.
I never wanted anyone like this…it's all brand new…you'll feel it in my kiss, you'll feel it in my kiss
As the song ended, Marco gently pushed Dylan down on his bed, climbing on top of him. "So now it's your turn, Mr. Michalchuk." Marco gave Dylan a sexy smile, as he tentatively, and then with more confidence, began kissing his neck – gentle teeth, tongue, lips. "So?" Marco flirted, "Always tell me what you like," he bit Dylan's neck, "and I've never done that to you before, so?…"
Dylan laughed, amazed at how not shy and how willing to try new things Marco was. What had he been worried about over the last few months? Intimidating Marco? It all seemed so ridiculous now lying in his arms, underneath him, as Marco playfully sucked his neck.
"Ahhh…my neck is my weak spot, Marco…it drives me crazy when you do that."
Marco looked up, "Crazy good or crazy bad?"
"Crazy good…Ahh…"
"Just checking," Marco continued his task before attacking Dylan's mouth again.
"Dylan," Marco paused for a breath, "all I can say is…well…wow," he blushed, not planning to have said that.
"Yeah, definitely."
As Marco and Dylan began kissing again, they jumped when they heard the front door click and the voices of Paige and the Michalchuk parents surfaced from downstairs. "Ahh! Dylan –your parents!" Marco quickly jumped up, straightening his hair, fixing his shirt.
Dylan sat calmly, eyes sparkling, laughing, "it's okay, Marco…They know. Remember - my mom helped me cook dinner for you. They trust me."
Marco hadn't really thought about the fact that Dylan's parents knew that they were dating. He had met them many times, working on projects with Paige, hanging out with Dylan and Paige. But this just seemed so different. That they could know that he was upstairs making out with Dylan. It was too crazy.
"Really, Marco. They're totally cool…besides," Dylan smiled, "they really like you. I think they're really glad that it was you I was cooking for tonight."
"Really?...You have to realize this parent thing is totally new territory for me."
"Yeah, I know…but you've proven you do very well in new territory." Marco playfully smacked him, as Dylan grabbed his hand to go downstairs.
"Hey mom, dad."
"Hi Dylan hunny. How was the dinner?" Marco shyly appeared on the stairs behind Dylan.
"Marco hunny. I should be asking you. He's not a bad chef, is he?" Mrs. Michalchuk smiled calmly.
"It was great, Mrs. Michalchuk," Marco smiled relaxing slightly, "everything was delicious."
"That's wonderful, hunny. You'll have to join us all for dinner next time," Marco smiled remembering Dylan's coming out story. So was he going to be the boyfriend to come over for dinner? He could handle that. "It's getting late though, kids. Dylan you should probably be taking Marco home soon."
"Yeah, I know…We were just getting ready to go."
As Dylan opened the front door to leave with Marco, Paige peered out from behind the kitchen door, "Hey Marco hun. Glad you had a good dinner…Nice hickey, Dylan…I told you that Marco is talented," Paige smiled smugly at having cornered her now red cheeked brother. Dylan looked like he was going to kill Paige before Marco pulled him out the door, laughing.
By now Marco knew to check his messages before he crawled into bed at night. He had just left Dylan's car twenty minutes ago but somehow he couldn't get enough. There seemed to always be something he wanted to say.
Baddaboom: Dylan?
IDylan: Hi sexy…
Baddaboom: It seems we have this little routine now, eh?
IDylan: Yeah…I like it. Helps me sleep after I chat to you… Right now I'm stillwired fromtonight.
Baddaboom: Yeah, tell me about it…
IDylan: So?...any thoughts to share?
Baddaboom: Well…okay, what the hell? If you're the one I'm doing it with, you might as well be the one I talk to about it….So you know, after last night, and now tonight,.. for the first time I can't imagine wanting anything other than this…being straight or whatever. There is just this incredible feeling of right-ness. Every time I touch you, my body responds. It's like we just fit. And I know that being gay is…well…perfect. …Of course, it helps that I get to experience all this with the hottest guy in school (picture me with that cute shy smile again).
IDylan: Wow, Marco… I'm just feeling so much…I don't know what to say. Typical Dylan... By now, though, I know only to picture you with a cute, sexy smile, because with me, you aren't shy at all. You are sweet, sexy, sexual, and responsive….Basically, I'm crazy for you, Marco. And I can't wait for more.