Chapter Eight
Moving On...Again
Two weeks had passed since Dylan moved out of Marco's house. Classes had been unpleasant and frigid between the two. The other student's were beginning to take notice of the tension between their teacher and his student.
Paige was nearing the end of her pregnancy and was getting bitchier. She told Dylan off at least twice a day about his stupidity. She was relentless about it.
Dylan began sleeping around the day Marco gave him another F on a paper. He even managed to reason it out to make himself feel better about it. He even reasoned out the fact that he was changing partners regularly.
Chad came over and broke the news to Marco as delicately as possible. "I just thought you should know and find out from someone who loves you before stumbling across the information. I am truly sorry."
Marco hugged his friend and let out a hurtful sigh, "Thank you, Chad. At least, now I know it's really over. I've been hoping he'd come to his senses and see that it was a stupid grade."
Chad held on a little tighter, "He'll come back to his senses soon enough, Marco. I'm sure it will all be okay."
Marco laughed bitterly, "That is almost a cold day in hell waiting for that one."
Chad smiled sympathetically, "I have to go, Paige is waiting for her latest craving. I never could understand the whole pickles and ice cream thing but it hit her about twenty minutes ago."
Marco sank into his couch with another glass of scotch. He just didn't wish to feel at the moment.
After a fitful night of bad dreams, Marco awoke to find the sun shining. He grumbled a little as he headed for the kitchen. He finally noticed that his pantry and kitchen were low on food. He showered, dressed and headed for the grocery store.
As he rounded the corner into the cereal aisle, he ran into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry. Scott, wow! How are you?"
Scott smiled at his old lover, "Fine and you?"
"As good as can be expected."
"I heard you and Dylan are back together," started Scott.
Marco cut him off, "No, he moved back out two weeks ago. How's William?"
"I don't know. We broke up three months ago. He didn't want to marry me," said Scott.
"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight and we can catch up on everything?" inquired Marco.
"What time? Can I bring anything?"
"Seven and no," responded Marco.
The men hugged once before going their separate ways in the store.
At ten to seven, Marco's doorbell rang. He smiled when he saw Scott on his doorstep. "Come in. Dinner is on the table so we can head straight for the dining room. What would you like to drink?"
"Anything is fine. This looks great and you look amazing," complimented Scott.
Marco blushed lightly at the compliment, "Thank you for saying so. You are gorgeous, as usual."
Scott sat across from Marco as they ate dinner.
"So what happened with William?"
"I proposed, he said no. I asked why. He simply told me that I was not someone he wished to marry. He hoped to marry one day but I wasn't the one," replied Scott bitterly.
"Ouch. What have you been doing with your time since then?"
Scott shook his head, "Not much. I am finishing up my classes, studying, playing hockey and sleeping. What happened with Dylan this time?"
Marco sighed, "I failed him on one of his papers and he blew up at me. He couldn't believe that I couldn't give him a better grade even though his paper was horrible. He packed his bag and left, again."
Scott reached across the table to hold Marco's hand, "I am so sorry."
Marco nodded his thanks as he looked into the hazel eyes of his one time lover. "Let's move into the living room for dessert."
Scott followed Marco into the comfortable living room and sat on the couch. He followed Marco with his eyes as he poured them each a drink and then set a plate of small desserts on the table in front of him. He smiled slightly as the Italian sat next to him on the couch.
Marco smiled at something Scott said and leaned into him a little more. He liked Scott and felt safe with him, so he did the next logical thing in his mind. He kissed him.
Scott pulled away from the kiss in shock, "What was that?"
"Unless I'm doing it wrong, it was a kiss."
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Because I wanted to and I think you are sexy."
Scott laughed a little, "Marco, you just broke up with Dylan, again. Are you sure this is wise?"
Marco nodded, "Yes. I want you Scott, please don't turn me away."
Scott couldn't see a reason to turn him away, so he kissed Marco back.
Marco moved to straddle Scott's thighs and deepened the kiss. It was feverish, passionate and exactly what Marco needed.
They didn't even make it to the bedroom before the clothes hit the floor. After begging a little, Scott slid into Marco's tight hole.
Marco moaned his pleasure as Scott started to rock back and forth inside of him. It felt so good to be joined with someone so intimately again.
After a few minutes of intense pleasure, Marco came with a shout. Scott followed after him very shortly.
Marco collapsed onto Scott's chest, breathing heavily. He listened to the man beneath him panting to catch his breath.
"That was amazing. Will you stay tonight?" inquired Marco.
Scott nodded, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
The men moved into the bedroom before they could get too comfortable and fall asleep.
They woke up a couple of times during the night to pleasure each other before drifting off again.
Marco and Scott's arrangement was turning into a regular thing. Scott would stay with Marco more than he stayed at his own apartment. Neither seemed to mind that while this relationship wasn't actually going anywhere, it was comfortable.
"Marco, do you regret starting something with me?" inquired Scott from the sofa.
Marco turned in his desk chair to look at the man, "No. In fact, I feel better than I have in months."
Scott went to respond but was interrupted by the doorbell.
Marco entered the living room as white as a ghost.
"What's wrong? Sit down, please. You look like you are about to pass out."
Marco sat and stared at the paper in his hands. He couldn't get over the shock that he just received.
"Dylan just had me served with divorce papers," whispered Marco.
Scott hugged the smaller boy to him tightly. He didn't know what to say, so he just held on.
Marco broke out of his shock long enough to cry. "I never expected divorce papers. I thought he'd come to his senses before now."
"Don't sign the papers yet, Marco. You are in shock and you need to think about this clearly before signing," advised Scott.
Marco nodded, "You aren't in law school for nothing, right?"
Scott nodded, "Come to bed, I'll just hold you until you fall asleep."
"No, if we go to bed now…you are going to make me forget what happened. I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my name."
Scott nodded his understanding, "I think I am up to that challenge."
Scott helped Marco forget for over three hours before sleep overcame the men.
Marco did as Scott suggested and didn't sign the papers.
Monday morning, Marco sat in his classroom looking over his plans for the remaining two weeks of class.
Marco heard the door open and close again before looking up. Dylan had entered his classroom. "Can I help you, Mr. Michalchuk?"
"Why won't you sign the divorce papers?" inquired Dylan.
"I'm not ready to sign those. I don't know if I'll ever be ready to sign. I'm also having my lawyer look it over too," stated Marco.
"Just sign the papers, Marco. We don't belong together anymore," pleaded Dylan.
Marco shrugged, "I have to think about this, Dylan. I'll let you know soon."
Marco stood in front of his class on Monday. He looked out over the twenty faces and sighed.
"This is to be our last assignment, class. I say our because I am joining you in this assignment. I'm assigning you the same assignment we did the first week of class. I want you to choose another song to represent where you are now. I want to see where you are now compared to three months ago. So, same rules apply. I want the lyrics and why it pertains to you. That is all, class dismissed. Oh, these are due on Wednesday if I haven't already said that."
The class scuttled out, leaving Marco alone. He sat at the desk and put his head in his hands. He felt awful. He wanted to cry but was afraid if he started he'd never stop again.