Hello readers! Waves…Thank you so much for reading and reviewing…I am very happy with the response to this story so please keep them comin' (and as always, the more specific, the better…)
Some exciting news – another author, luvluv, came to visit Toronto this week, and she discovered, and we both met, John Bregar (Dylan) last night…I know you are probably thinking yeah, right – first she meets Adamo, and now John…but it's true! Luvluv even has the pictures to prove it…He was very sweet and smiley, happy that fans wanted to meet him (he was a host in a downtown restaurant and luvluv discovered him and we asked to meet him). We told him that we're looking forward to season 6 and he said that he is in quite a few episodes but that so far "he's not doing too much," but that he has another episode coming up so he's hoping. I guess that likely means that there is no major Marco/Dylan storyline before at least episode 612 (I think that's the next episode being filmed) but that Dylan is at least around…I told him that he and Adamo are awesome, pushing boundaries, and that I admire them so much and he was very thankful. So yay for Toronto!
Chapter 7 – here you go!
Chapter 7: Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
The sun beams shone through the curtain on to Marco's bed. Marco opened his eyes as he cuddled himself into the familiar body he was spooning, sleeping beside him. He closed his eyes again. Dylan.
'Wait… Dylan is in my bed. This is my residence room…. Wait.' He opened his eyes again, sitting up, and looked down at the blonde curls still asleep on his pillow. The memories from the previous night slowly began to string together in Marco's head, as his heart began to race – hockey game, Sky, Dylan transferring, dancing, dancing closely, felt so good, leaving quickly, alcohol, lying down, hands touching, softly, sleeping.
'Drew. What am I doing?... What is Dylan doing in my bed?' Marco got up and plopped himself down on the empty mattress on the floor, originally intended for Dylan,... but clearly Dylan had other ideas. Marco sat cross legged on the mattress, and stared up at the person sleeping soundly in his bed, anger, frustration, fear, and confusion mounting.
After what seemed like hours, the blue eyes opened and met Marco's frustrated eyes, "Hey sexy…what are you doing down there?"
"Dylan…I think a better question is what are you doing up there?"
Dylan smiled warmly, still half asleep, "It was nice to sleep in the same bed as you again…so comfortable."
"Dylan…is the situation here not registering on your 'uh oh we shouldn't have done that' screen?...Because Dylan, I'm kind of freaking out here…'
"What?" Dylan was still smiling, "we didn't do anything, Marco…we just slept. It's okay." Dylan reached out his hand to pull Marco back on to the bed. Marco reluctantly let himself be pulled up to sit on the edge of the bed beside Dylan, putting his head in his hands in frustration.
"No Dylan. It's not okay…I'm dating Drew…and yes, I know we didn't technically do anything…but I don't think Drew would be too happy knowing that I slept spooned in my ex-boyfriend's arms…that I danced in your arms all night..." Marco's voice trailed off as he buried his head again.
"Look Marco, you yourself said that you danced with Steve and you knew it was no big deal…that it was just friends dancing."
Marco looked at Dylan, eyes glinting with confusion, and just a little bit of hurt, "Well Dylan, to be brutally honest with you…last night - that didn't exactly feel like dancing with Steve…like just friends dancing…Was that what it was to you? Old chums, having some fun under the influence of alcohol, just accidentally spooning as they fell asleep drunk…'cause Dylan, I didn't have that much to drink-"
"And Marco – I had even less…and I don't know what it was Marco. I don't know…but try not to worry about it, okay?"
"Ahh – Dylan," Marco curled up next to him, "I don't know what's going on...too much drama."
Dylan just laughed, gently massaging his tense shoulders, "drama can be fun sometimes, Marco."
"Yeah…what a blast," Marco rolled his eyes, "and now I think it's time for you to get yourself out of my bed. Okay, drama queen?"
"Whatever you say, sexy…your wish is my command."
Marco walked Dylan back down to the train station later that day. "So you're really coming here next semester?" Marco asked rhetorically, still in disbelief.
"As long as the coach doesn't retract his offer...then I should be moving my stuff in just a couple of weeks." Dylan paused before entering the station, looking at Marco, "Good luck with Drew, okay?...And don't worry about last night…when you have what we have, sometimes things happen." Dylan kissed Marco on the head and gave him a quick hug before disappearing into the station.
"Oh…wait. What's that supposed to mean?" But Dylan was already gone. Marco shook his head to himself, "Bye Dylan…see you soon."
Marco couldn't concentrate on his sociology of gender paper the next day. He kept watching the clock, knowing Drew would be walking down the hall any minute.
Tap Tap Tap. There he is.
"Yeah…come in," Marco answered through his door. Sparkling green eyes peered in, smiling at him.
"Hey there…I'm back," Drew came into his room closing the door.
Marco couldn't help but smile at the eyes so obviously happy to see him…He was happy to see Drew too, but man, why did he feel so guilty? Marco stood up to hug him as Drew kissed him firmly on the lips. "I'm glad to be back…even if it's only for three more weeks."
Marco sat down on the bed across from Drew, looking at him in anticipation, "So?..."
"So what?"
"So…how'd it go?"
"How'd what go?" Marco rolled his eyes in frustration, "Nah…I'm just kiddin…I did tell Katie. And amazingly, it was great."
"I knew it!" Marco said beaming, "I'm so happy for you, Drew."
"Yeah, me too…Katie was actually not surprised…She said she was just waiting for me to realize," Drew began.
"Really?"
"Yeah…she said that given how eligible I was, and how many girls she could think of that liked me, it just didn't make sense that I always seemed so uninterested…and that when I did date, it would be short, and quickly over…so she kind of guessed…And-"
"Yeah?" Marco was smiling at him.
"And, unbelievably…she actually has a couple of gay friends from UT that she's gonna connect me with when I get back…" Drew's relief and happiness was infectious, as Marco grabbed his hand.
"I'm so happy for you, Drew…really…"
"Well, what about you? How was your weekend with Dylan?" Drew asked innocently.
Marco looked down, the guilty feeling rising again, "Yeah…yeah…with Dylan…it was good…Yeah…we had fun." Marco stopped, eyes quickly looking at Drew's.
"Okay…well,…Not meaning to sound paranoid or anything…but why are you looking so guilty?" Drew asked.
Marco wore his heart on his sleeve. He took a deep breath, "Okay, Drew…there's something I need to tell you,"
"Uh oh," Drew looked worried, "You got back together with Dylan?"
"No..no. I'm dating you. I wouldn't just get back together with him…"
"Oh..okay. You had sex?"
"No…no."
"You kissed?"
"No, not even that…Drew, look. Let me speak….None of that stuff happened, we didn't even kiss…but basically, here's what did happen. Dylan told me he's going to be transferring to McGill next semester. I was shocked, and truthfully, I feel both anxious and excited…then we went to Sky…needless to say there was alcohol, and a lot of chemistry…old habits?" Marco looked sheepishly up at Drew, "we did dance together…and well, when we got back here, he was supposed to sleep on an extra mattress, but he, well,…he kind of slept in my bed,…with me," Marco paused, waiting for a reaction.
"Oh…that's it?"
"Yeah,… I mean we were basically cuddling and sleeping…and well, I'm sorry. I feel like I shouldn't have," Marco confessed.
To Marco's surprise, Drew looked relieved, "Look, Marco…you and I have only been together for a couple of months, and we're only going to be together for a few more weeks…we haven't made any promises to each other…I know you and Dylan have somethin special…I was kind of worried that you were going to get back together…but you didn't…and despite your guilt, it seems that you restrained yourself because, well…because of me…So no, I'm not mad…I'm just hoping that you still want this…for the next few weeks anyways," Drew's vulnerable gaze met Marco's.
Marco gave Drew an adorable smile, as he leaned in to kiss him, opening his mouth as he pushed him down on the bed, "I hope that answers your question," Marco smiled, "So you're really not mad?"
"No…and Marco,…even if I was…you have no idea how hard it would be to stay mad with those puppy dog eyes smiling at me."
Marco just flashed an even wider smile as he moved to kiss him again.
"So you survived Hurricane Dylan twirling in for the weekend?" Ellie joked at dinner the next week, seeing that Marco and Drew were still very much together from the way they were looking at each other.
"Yeah," Marco laughed. He surveyed the group – Kim and Lisa were sitting with Dan, Drew, himself, and Ellie – and they still didn't know about Drew, so he shouldn't say too much.
"Your ex was here?" Lisa exclaimed, "cool – something happened?"
"No, nothing happened, we just hung out and caught up."
"Too bad…no old sparks…didn't you want something to happen?"
Marco looked nervously at Ellie, "Umm…no. Not really…it wasn't the right time." Marco chose his words carefully.
"Man, Marco…you've got to learn," Kim interjected, "no time like the present…seize the day."
Marco didn't know what to say, "Umm…I couldn't…I mean I didn't want to." Marco looked nervously down at his plate, hoping the topic would change.
"Why on earth not?...Long dry spell, hot ex-boyfriend?"
"Umm," Marco's cheeks were getting hot.
Drew took a deep breath, "Actually, Kim…Lisa…it hasn't been such a long dry spell," Lisa and Kim looked completely confused, "Because well,..I'm gay…and Marco's been dating me." Drew sounded confident, as he took one more step out of his closet.
Marco beamed at him, grabbing his hand under the table. He just nodded his head at Lisa and Kim's dumbfounded and questioning faces.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah," Marco laughed, "totally." He quickly kissed Drew on the cheek, making sure no one else in the cafeteria was looking. "See."
"You rock, Drew," Marco blabbered excitedly as they got back to Marco's room that night, "you're practically on your way to dancing in the Pride parade."
"Now let's not go overboard," Drew laughed, pulling Marco on top of him, "but yeah,…it's getting easier and easier," Drew gently cupped Marco's face in his hands as he began kissing him.
"Yum…," Marco whispered, "I forgot how good at this you are," he teased.
"Let me remind you, then," Drew flirted, kissing him deeply, hands roaming across his body. Marco was lost in the sensations as he felt Drew's hands squeezing his butt, moving to the front of his jeans, slowly rubbing.
"Wait – Drew. Hold on…" Marco sat up looking questioningly at Drew.
"What?" Drew looked worried, "You didn't like that?"
"No silly. Not at all…I was loving it, actually," Marco confessed.
"So what's the problem, then?" Oh Drew. Not a man for discussions.
"I mean, Drew…I want to…But I've done this before, and I'm incredibly attracted to you, and it feels right…But you haven't and you are leaving in two more weeks…we're only going to be together for that time…And I just want to make sure that you're sure that you want your first time to be with…well…with me."
"Look, Marco…I know I don't talk about it…but I think about it…and I'm sure…I mean, Marco, I'm twenty, not sixteen like you were,…and I'm pretty experienced, even if it was with the wrong gender…It's a big deal to me, but it's also not…if you know what I mean…everything with you has felt so good, better than anything I've experienced before,…and I'm a physical guy…and I want more…As long as you do."
Marco smiled and climbed back on top of Drew, kissing him, as he let his hand drop to the front of Drew's jeans, slowly undoing the top button. Drew lifted Marco's shirt, tongue drawing a line down his chest, teeth biting his neck. Marco moaned. Drew lifted his own shirt as Marco removed Drew's jeans and his own, quickly followed by their boxers. They were both turned on as they felt their male bodies together for the first time. Drew broke free from the kiss to look down at Marco.
"Wow…you have an amazing body," Drew's sincerity made Marco smile, as the blood rushed to his cheeks.
"Thanks," Marco knew he was a deep shade of purple, "Man,…I don't know why I always feel so shy about these things," Marco laughed at himself as he hid under his covers. "But yeah…you're not so bad yourself."
Drew laughed, "I can't resist you when you're so shy." He moved the covers as he covered Marco's body with his own, resuming the sexual intensity. Drew's hands followed Marco's as they each began exploring the other's body, discovering their threshold. "Close your eyes."
"What?" said Marco.
"Close your eyes….here," Drew got up for a moment, grabbing Marco's blue bandana from the edge of his chair, wrapping it around Marco's eyes.
"What are you doing?" Marco laughed at the blindfold, but also felt an amazing nervous excitement.
"It heightens the experience…trust me," Drew bit Marco's earlobe as his hands reached down to Marco's body again. "I told you…I know what I'm doing…"
"I guess so," Marco gave in to the new experience. Hands, mouth, not knowing where the touch would come next. Marco moaned as he came just before Drew, amazed at the intensity of the no eyes, just touch experience. He quickly took off the blindfold in time to watch Drew in that amazing place of sexuality and vulnerability. He was amazed that he got to be the first guy to be with Drew like this. Afterwards, they lay tired and relaxed in each other's arms.
"Drew?" Marco whispered to him.
"Yeah?"
"I'm definitely glad I met you."