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The Space Between: Chapter 3 – Letting Go
The music was pumping, sweaty bodies were dancing, moving, some alone, some together. The shawls came off, ties were undone, as the Degrassi graduates abandoned the pretension of the evening, and let go.
Marco and Dylan had shared a bottle of wine at dinner, and Marco was pleasantly tipsy, enjoying the heightened sensations of the laughter, the music, and the mood surrounding him, not to mention the feel of Dylan's athletic body, as he wrapped his arms around Marco from behind, pulling him back for a particularly sexy dance.
Paige looked over with a satisfied, "I told you so" smile on her face. "Marco hun," she leaned over to him, "I knew you couldn't resist my brother. Everyone knows that you belong together."
"Whatever, Paige – I think it's your brother who can't resist me," Marco laughed, looking up at Dylan, whose hands were roaming from Marco's waist.
"Definitely true." Dylan stared into Marco's eyes.
'Woh.' Marco thought as he met the desire evident in Dylan's eyes.
Later in the evening, Marco grabbed Ellie for a slow dance. He hugged her warmly as she smiled at him. "Love you, Ell. Thanks for waking up for me this morning. This is all pretty overwhelming."
"No probs. You know I'm there. Despite your uncertainty, you do look pretty happy. No wait…make that delirious."
"I think that's just the wine talking," Marco mused. "What the hell!" Marco jolted up as he felt a freezing cold wetness on his neck. Before he could turn around, the cold was replaced by hot, warm lips, slowly sucking the spot where the pieced of ice had been. "Ah! Dylan…mmm," Marco sighed, "Are you crazy?"
"You looked hot…thought you might want to cool down. You were dancing with Ellie, the opportunity was just too good to pass up…You have to admit, the cold/hot combo is pretty sexy…" Dylan teased.
"Just the wine, eh?" Ellie laughed as she left Marco leaning against Dylan, "Whatevsky."
As the last song of the night, the slow, driving drawl of Wicked Game, began playing, Dylan wrapped his arms around Marco and Marco, lost in the energy of the moment, buried his head in Dylan's neck. Without thinking, Marco began kissing the spot where his lips touched, soft and salty, as Dylan lifted his head slightly to give him more access. "Feels good, Marco", Dylan sighed, "Missed you so much. Your touch." Marco's lips left the now red spot on Dylan's neck, and met Dylan's mouth. The room was dark and hot with kissing couples, hugging couples, the excitement of the night. The couple blended into the background.
"The night isn't over yet, Marco." Dylan whispered, as the music played.
No I…don't want to fall inlove…
The dance was over and the group was making their way upstairs to their rented hotel rooms. Paige and Alex wanted their own room, but Ellie, Jimmy, Hazel, and Marco were just planning to crash in the other room. Somehow, he hadn't integrated Dylan into this equation. "Um, Dylan, we were all planning to hang for a bit in one of the hotel rooms, and then just crash. If you wanna come,…" Marco said hesitantly, "but if you don't wanna have the full Prom crashing experience, I'll totally understand" Marco said truthfully.
"Of course I want to be with you. Crashing is great." Dylan smiled.
The group changed out of their too tight fancy clothing in favour of pajama pants and t-shirts. Dylan was talking to Jimmy, as Marco lay on his lap.
"I never really understood what the big deal was – being gay" Jimmy confessed, "people's reactions, well, Spinner's initial reaction, were beyond me. I mean, the dude likes guys. Get over it….The best was when Spinner thought that Marco liked him. You shoulda seen the look on Spinner's face when Marco told him that he wasn't all that!" Jimmy laughed at the memory with Dylan and Marco.
"Yeah," remembered Marco, "I gave him a pretty hard time after that episode. When I told him that just because he was a guy, it didn't mean I was attracted to him, and that well, he just wasn't hot, that was priceless! …Needless to say, we agreed to disagree on that one. But boy, he really came a long way."
Dylan laughed, "Jimmy, I know Spin's not in your good books, but I have to agree with Marco, he did a complete 180 – in fact, it's because of Spinner that Marco and I finally went on a date."
"Really?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah – it took Spinner's entirely blatant, not subtle, intervention to push me into action. He told me that Marco liked me a lot. And he told me to ask him out. No minced words. That was all I had to hear. I had to at least try to convince the beautiful brown eyed, shy grade 10 to go on a date with me." Dylan reminisced.
"Dudes, no offense, but that's enough mush for me for tonight. I'm wiped." Jimmy wheeled himself away.
"So sleepy Marco, I have one more surprise for you tonight," Marco's droopy eyes quickly opened expectantly. "Come with me."
Marco and Dylan left the crashing room, as Dylan led Marco two doors down. He pulled the key card out of his pocket and opened the door. "Surprise.." Dylan said proudly.
Marco walked in to a candlelit room with soft music playing, and a king size bed. Most of all, there were no other people in this room. "Dylan, you didn't!" Marco exclaimed in disbelief.
"Of course I did. I mean, crashing with the gang is great and all,…but well,….no pressure…really, but I, um…can't really keep my hands off of you. And um, I don't really want to." Dylan looked down in an uncharacteristic moment of shyness.
"Wow, Dylan. I love this. I'm still so overwhelmed by the intensity of the last 2 days. In case you didn't notice while we were dancing, my resistance is waning," Marco closed the door and took Dylan's hand, walking over to the bed.
Marco leaned in to him and whispered in his ear, "I'm not ready to make love to you yet," Marco gently bit his earlobe, "but there are lots of other things I can imagine doing to you…" Marco said coyly, pushing Dylan gently on to the bed.
As Marco crawled on top of Dylan, hands following mouth, Dylan felt himself drowning under Marco's skilled touch. When their kisses were no longer enough, Marco peeled off Dylan's t-shirt, running his hands, mouth, teeth, tongue, along Dylan's built torso. Dylan pulled Marco up, kissing his neck, taking off his shirt, and soon after, his pants. The two bodies melted together, a chorus of sighs and moans. Marco's body was on fire. Dylan's hands and mouth caressed his body, as Marco let go of a year of resistance.
