The Dream 21-a
Part A
Marco's eyes narrowed as he looked into those soo bright, soo sky/sea-blue eyes...
Looking into/at Dylan;s eyes....that slight hint of green almost gone....like the strawberry-blond curls that are darkening now, slowly, but definitely changing to something...else.
He smiles as his eyes move down the longer...thicker...even stronger body.
But inside it all...behind those even more intense eyes...it's still HIS DYLAN!
Marco's eyes widen a little....in wonder...
Because in that second/stretched-out moment, a great many things seem to...gel...and come clear to him.
He thinks/realizes: 'So this is how people wind up with things to tell each other when they are old and grey and you'd think they already know everything there is to know about each other!'
A thought that is there and gone in less than a millionth of a second.
Not really....secrets..
No, not really...
Just things that don't need to be told...now.
Maybe never.
The spaces they make don't matter....now.
The other places he'd gone while they'd been separated....things he'd learned there.
The boys he'd met at a club he'd never known existed till Tom told him things he(Tom) thought would make him give up on Dylan for good.
The talk with Dylan's mom about why she'd been so happy when Dylan had brought him to their home that first time.
She hadn't gone into specifics about Dylan's first experiences....the first time he'd given his heart...but she had told him how Dylan had been after that; about the coldness, the determination to take none of the ones that followed...eventually...seriously.
If his father hadn't had a few 'very stern discussions' with him about how a...'date' aught to be treated; even if you never intended to see them again...
Marie-Ellise had left the sentence unfinished, staring at nothing as she thought back to that time, one finger trailing over a Hockey puck mounted on a block of wood that sat on her son's desk.
When she looked back at Marco, he nodded, biting his lips, thinking of the way Dylan's eyes could get sometimes during a game...how coldly focused...his face showing no emotion but determination.
Marco had never expected to be Dylan's first anything, had nothing but the thinnest of hopes(at first) that the older, soo gorgeous, so-popular-he-could-have-anybody, dream on legs would even give him more than the time of day!
Dylan's first love had been...an older MAN...not boy...full-grown man!
A guy closer to their fathers' age!
That knowledge made what they had; the respect, the TRUST...and....understanding, even MORE.... amazing to him.
And Dylan did understand him better than anyone besides his mom ever had.
Things like this...now..
Marco pressed his face into his boyfriends chest, squeezed him tight for a second before pulling back to take hold of Dylan's face again.
This kiss gentle and sweet....clinging...ending slowly in sipping little pecks that made Dylan hold on to him even tighter, as tremors spread through him.
Love for the boy in his arms washed over Dylan in a dizzying wave; moistening his eyes...putting a lump in his throat.
Marco couldn't help but remember.....
The boy Tom had tried to set him up with by telling this muscle-bound ditz that he(Marco) liked bare chests....if they were revealed properly.....
So this idiot had walked up, introduced himself and stripped of his shirt!
Then, grinning, he'd offered to buy Marco a drink.
Marco smiled with his teeth holding onto Dylan's bottom lip, hummed with pleasure at the taste/sensation.
Dylan understands.
It isn't bare chests.
It something about the way he looks taking a shirt off....no matter what's under it!
And HIS chest!
"I love you!" they said when they drew back for air; both of them said it at the same time.
Dylan smiled delightedly.
Marco smiled too, but his eyes held more than delight ....
That fire was back, and it stole Dylan's breath...his words.....
Any thought but Marco!
Marco's hands moved up to Dylan's shoulders...slid down his arms to the cuffs of his shirt sleeves....unfastened both buttons simultaneously while he stared into Dylan's eyes.
He smiled at the look on the big blond's face...lifted his face; calling Dylan's lips down to brush with his own.
When Marco glanced at the neck of the shirt Dylan's hands came up to unfasten the buttons there, but Marco stopped him.
The younger boy kissed skin above that first button, then unfastened it himself.
He did this with each one till he came to where it was tucked in at his lover's waist.
By then Dylan was leaning on the door again, eye lids fluttering, that beautiful chest rising and falling quickly with each panted breath.
His hands clenched at his sides, fighting to keep from grabbing Marci and attacking him right there on the floor!
When Marco laid one hand over the buckle of his belt, pressed, began to slide it lower, Dylan did grab that hand.
He had to look away from the pools of molten chocolate....that's how Marco's eyes looked to him now....drowning-deep.
"No...can't..!" Dylan drew a deep shuddering breath; lashes fluttering closed again for a moment.
Marco's eyes were glued to Dylan's face; loving the effect he was having on him, seeing it.
His fingers closed round the buckle and pulled, drawing Dylan in so he could get his arms round him.
The older boy sucked in breath, moaned as he wrapped his arms round Marco, buried his face in his hair, whispered;
"God!"
Marco held him, hands moving soothingly over his back...easing him away from that edge.
When Dylan was calmer, breathing more normally, Marco whispered'
"Take off your shoes."
Asking no questions, he heeled them off and before he could even wonder 'what's next?'; Marco was unfastening his belt and pulling the shirt out.
The rest of the buttons were quickly undone, and those small, hot hands moved up his body and slid it off his shoulders.
Of course this bared the now even wider expanse of that glorious chest.
Marco lost track of his 'plan'(and his English) for few delicious moments...
With hands, lips, and tongue...and adoring Italian phrases whispered too rapidly and too disjointedly for Dylan to even hope to follow, Marco paid homage to his boyfriend's chest till the older boy was whimpering and moaning; whispering his name over and over..
Marco silenced him with a kiss; fingers sliding and locking into the wildly tangled curls.
Dylan didn't know when he'd finished getting the shirt off, or even which of them had done it, but his arms were free now, and he wrapped them round Marco.
The big strong hands moved hungrily over that small but soo perfectly shaped, firmly muscled body; bringing soft sighs and moans from the somewhat swollen dark lovely lips....
His hands gripped Dylan's hips, squeezing and massaging.
Of course this caused Dylan's hips to move...and this close the towel round Marco's waist started to slide..
Marco reached for the towel.
Dylan scooped him up, holding him at the waist, the towel still between Marco's bare skin and Dylan's hands.
They were both smiling, staring into each others eyes as Marco wrapped his legs round Dylan's waist.
Dylan's hands moved lower; to hold him there.
The feel of the cloth sliding on his skin with the movement of those big sure hands brought a deep,sighing moan from Marco's parted lips, his eyelids fluttered closed.
That sound.
The look on that beautiful face.
Knowing it was...His...for/because of Him!
Dylan could only stare.
Feeling something so strong and sharp...love/pride...and...a greedy sort of...fiercely possessive...something.
His chest heaved with it....mouth open, lips trembling with words he had no breath for...
'Mine! MY MARCO!' his very soul wanted to scream!
His grip on the boy so hard he knew there would be bruises.
Marks....
His Marks!
And Marco; when his eyes opened, the knowledge of all this is there in them...
And he is smiling!
Leaning forward, Marco bit into the base of his neck...trailed little bites up the side of it while Dylan shivered and moaned.
Marco's tongue soothed over His Marks...
And Dylan's fingers moved on him, flexing and sliding on him through the towel.
Marco, his lips only a breath from brushing his lovers ear, whispered;
"I believe you wanted to ...start....with the couch?"
The sting of Marco's teeth when he nipped his earlobe brought a growl from deep in Dylan's chest....his gut.
That wild, untamed look, like some jungle creature....a Lion perhaps, the one that had caused Fr.'mo so much concern, was in his eyes now.
Taking Hold of Marco at the waist he lifted him higher, licked a trail down from his collar bone to his left nipple.
Using his lips, tongue, and teeth...his whole mouth...he teased it to a hard almost too sensitive peak.
As Marco squirmed and moaned he pressed his open mouth just below it, teeth threatening.... he brought those gently scraping teeth together slowly....over and over.
Marco's hands clamped down harder and harder on his tormentors biceps, but that grip had nothing to do with fear of falling or being dropped.
He knew what was coming...
Dylan nipped at the now soo sensitive skin he'd been teasing, then drew it between his lips...using his tongue expertly on his love ..sucking him in till his teeth almost brake the skin.
But not quite...
Marco's eyes narrowed as he looked into those soo bright, soo sky/sea-blue eyes...
Looking into/at Dylan;s eyes....that slight hint of green almost gone....like the strawberry-blond curls that are darkening now, slowly, but definitely changing to something...else.
He smiles as his eyes move down the longer...thicker...even stronger body.
But inside it all...behind those even more intense eyes...it's still HIS DYLAN!
Marco's eyes widen a little....in wonder...
Because in that second/stretched-out moment, a great many things seem to...gel...and come clear to him.
He thinks/realizes: 'So this is how people wind up with things to tell each other when they are old and grey and you'd think they already know everything there is to know about each other!'
A thought that is there and gone in less than a millionth of a second.
Not really....secrets..
No, not really...
Just things that don't need to be told...now.
Maybe never.
The spaces they make don't matter....now.
The other places he'd gone while they'd been separated....things he'd learned there.
The boys he'd met at a club he'd never known existed till Tom told him things he(Tom) thought would make him give up on Dylan for good.
The talk with Dylan's mom about why she'd been so happy when Dylan had brought him to their home that first time.
She hadn't gone into specifics about Dylan's first experiences....the first time he'd given his heart...but she had told him how Dylan had been after that; about the coldness, the determination to take none of the ones that followed...eventually...seriously.
If his father hadn't had a few 'very stern discussions' with him about how a...'date' aught to be treated; even if you never intended to see them again...
Marie-Ellise had left the sentence unfinished, staring at nothing as she thought back to that time, one finger trailing over a Hockey puck mounted on a block of wood that sat on her son's desk.
When she looked back at Marco, he nodded, biting his lips, thinking of the way Dylan's eyes could get sometimes during a game...how coldly focused...his face showing no emotion but determination.
Marco had never expected to be Dylan's first anything, had nothing but the thinnest of hopes(at first) that the older, soo gorgeous, so-popular-he-could-have-anybody, dream on legs would even give him more than the time of day!
Dylan's first love had been...an older MAN...not boy...full-grown man!
A guy closer to their fathers' age!
That knowledge made what they had; the respect, the TRUST...and....understanding, even MORE.... amazing to him.
And Dylan did understand him better than anyone besides his mom ever had.
Things like this...now..
Marco pressed his face into his boyfriends chest, squeezed him tight for a second before pulling back to take hold of Dylan's face again.
This kiss gentle and sweet....clinging...ending slowly in sipping little pecks that made Dylan hold on to him even tighter, as tremors spread through him.
Love for the boy in his arms washed over Dylan in a dizzying wave; moistening his eyes...putting a lump in his throat.
Marco couldn't help but remember.....
The boy Tom had tried to set him up with by telling this muscle-bound ditz that he(Marco) liked bare chests....if they were revealed properly.....
So this idiot had walked up, introduced himself and stripped of his shirt!
Then, grinning, he'd offered to buy Marco a drink.
Marco smiled with his teeth holding onto Dylan's bottom lip, hummed with pleasure at the taste/sensation.
Dylan understands.
It isn't bare chests.
It something about the way he looks taking a shirt off....no matter what's under it!
And HIS chest!
"I love you!" they said when they drew back for air; both of them said it at the same time.
Dylan smiled delightedly.
Marco smiled too, but his eyes held more than delight ....
That fire was back, and it stole Dylan's breath...his words.....
Any thought but Marco!
Marco's hands moved up to Dylan's shoulders...slid down his arms to the cuffs of his shirt sleeves....unfastened both buttons simultaneously while he stared into Dylan's eyes.
He smiled at the look on the big blond's face...lifted his face; calling Dylan's lips down to brush with his own.
When Marco glanced at the neck of the shirt Dylan's hands came up to unfasten the buttons there, but Marco stopped him.
The younger boy kissed skin above that first button, then unfastened it himself.
He did this with each one till he came to where it was tucked in at his lover's waist.
By then Dylan was leaning on the door again, eye lids fluttering, that beautiful chest rising and falling quickly with each panted breath.
His hands clenched at his sides, fighting to keep from grabbing Marci and attacking him right there on the floor!
When Marco laid one hand over the buckle of his belt, pressed, began to slide it lower, Dylan did grab that hand.
He had to look away from the pools of molten chocolate....that's how Marco's eyes looked to him now....drowning-deep.
"No...can't..!" Dylan drew a deep shuddering breath; lashes fluttering closed again for a moment.
Marco's eyes were glued to Dylan's face; loving the effect he was having on him, seeing it.
His fingers closed round the buckle and pulled, drawing Dylan in so he could get his arms round him.
The older boy sucked in breath, moaned as he wrapped his arms round Marco, buried his face in his hair, whispered;
"God!"
Marco held him, hands moving soothingly over his back...easing him away from that edge.
When Dylan was calmer, breathing more normally, Marco whispered'
"Take off your shoes."
Asking no questions, he heeled them off and before he could even wonder 'what's next?'; Marco was unfastening his belt and pulling the shirt out.
The rest of the buttons were quickly undone, and those small, hot hands moved up his body and slid it off his shoulders.
Of course this bared the now even wider expanse of that glorious chest.
Marco lost track of his 'plan'(and his English) for few delicious moments...
With hands, lips, and tongue...and adoring Italian phrases whispered too rapidly and too disjointedly for Dylan to even hope to follow, Marco paid homage to his boyfriend's chest till the older boy was whimpering and moaning; whispering his name over and over..
Marco silenced him with a kiss; fingers sliding and locking into the wildly tangled curls.
Dylan didn't know when he'd finished getting the shirt off, or even which of them had done it, but his arms were free now, and he wrapped them round Marco.
The big strong hands moved hungrily over that small but soo perfectly shaped, firmly muscled body; bringing soft sighs and moans from the somewhat swollen dark lovely lips....
His hands gripped Dylan's hips, squeezing and massaging.
Of course this caused Dylan's hips to move...and this close the towel round Marco's waist started to slide..
Marco reached for the towel.
Dylan scooped him up, holding him at the waist, the towel still between Marco's bare skin and Dylan's hands.
They were both smiling, staring into each others eyes as Marco wrapped his legs round Dylan's waist.
Dylan's hands moved lower; to hold him there.
The feel of the cloth sliding on his skin with the movement of those big sure hands brought a deep,sighing moan from Marco's parted lips, his eyelids fluttered closed.
That sound.
The look on that beautiful face.
Knowing it was...His...for/because of Him!
Dylan could only stare.
Feeling something so strong and sharp...love/pride...and...a greedy sort of...fiercely possessive...something.
His chest heaved with it....mouth open, lips trembling with words he had no breath for...
'Mine! MY MARCO!' his very soul wanted to scream!
His grip on the boy so hard he knew there would be bruises.
Marks....
His Marks!
And Marco; when his eyes opened, the knowledge of all this is there in them...
And he is smiling!
Leaning forward, Marco bit into the base of his neck...trailed little bites up the side of it while Dylan shivered and moaned.
Marco's tongue soothed over His Marks...
And Dylan's fingers moved on him, flexing and sliding on him through the towel.
Marco, his lips only a breath from brushing his lovers ear, whispered;
"I believe you wanted to ...start....with the couch?"
The sting of Marco's teeth when he nipped his earlobe brought a growl from deep in Dylan's chest....his gut.
That wild, untamed look, like some jungle creature....a Lion perhaps, the one that had caused Fr.'mo so much concern, was in his eyes now.
Taking Hold of Marco at the waist he lifted him higher, licked a trail down from his collar bone to his left nipple.
Using his lips, tongue, and teeth...his whole mouth...he teased it to a hard almost too sensitive peak.
As Marco squirmed and moaned he pressed his open mouth just below it, teeth threatening.... he brought those gently scraping teeth together slowly....over and over.
Marco's hands clamped down harder and harder on his tormentors biceps, but that grip had nothing to do with fear of falling or being dropped.
He knew what was coming...
Dylan nipped at the now soo sensitive skin he'd been teasing, then drew it between his lips...using his tongue expertly on his love ..sucking him in till his teeth almost brake the skin.
But not quite...