Fan Fic and More

Title: Coming out of the dark
Author: StormyBear30
Author Website: p206.ezboard.com/bslashygoodness17029
Feedback Email: StormyBear29@cox.net
Pairing: Marco and Dylan
Rating: Mature
Summary: What happens when Marco's family finds out?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Degrassi or any related parties.



“Stop…you’re making me blush” she heard her son giggle as he sat on the floor in front of his bed talking on the phone. “I know…I miss you too” he giggled again. “But you will see me at school all day tomorrow and then we can hang out after school at The Dot” His mother couldn’t stop the smile that plagued her face as well as the relief that it seemed that her only son had finally found himself a girlfriend. She knew that she shouldn’t be listening…but it was a guilty pleasure as she picked up the phone and waited to her the love of her son’s life voice.

“I know…but that’s like forever away from now” Dylan whined through his smile…knowing that his boyfriend of a few months was smiling with him as well. “Ok…if I have to wait then I will wait…but I’ll be dreaming of you tonight as I sleep. I love you Marco”

“I love you too” Marco replied shyly…still unable to fathom that he had a boyfriend…much less one who was as brilliant as Dylan was. “See you tomorrow”

At first she could only stand there her hand covering her mouth in shock at what she had just heard. However…her shock turned to fear as her loud and boisterous husband came barreling down the hallway. “What the heck are you doing with the phone in your hand. Use it…or lets go to bed” he hollered…taking the phone from her hand when she didn’t speak a word. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked as she continued to stand there unable to speak or move. “You need to see the doctor?”

“No…no” she stammered…giving her husband a small smile before following him toward their bedroom. Tears misted her eyes as she stared at the now closed door of her son’s room…trying to figure out what she had heard and how she was going explain it to her homophobic husband.

“Morning Ma…” Marco sang cheerfully as he walked into the kitchen of his home…sitting at the table in wait for breakfast. “Ma…you ok?” he asked as she stood in front of the stove unspeaking. “Ma?” he questioned again in concern when he didn’t get a response again. “Hey Ma…you ok?” he asked a third time…placing his hand on her arm in order to get her attention.

“Oh Marco…” she spoke obviously flustered as she began to stir the oatmeal in the pot before her. “I fine” she lied…stirring faster as she pulled her eyes away from her son and focusing on the task at hand. “Sit…sit…and I will serve you”

Marco could tell that something was bothering his mother…but he didn’t want to pry as he went back to his seat. “Um Ma…I won’t be home right after school” he spoke as she filled his bowl with the heated contents. “I’m going to meet Spinner and the guys at The Dot and…” before he could finish his sentence he was covered in hot oatmeal as he jumped up off of the chair cleaning as much as he could up with his napkin.

“Oh Marco…” his mother cried out…picking up the overturned pot as she too tried to clean up her scalded son. “I so sorry” her cries continued…still unable to look him in the eye. “Go change and I will give you money for the breakfast along the way to school” She watched as her son did her bidding…falling into a nearby chair as she tried to control her tears of confusion. Brushing away the few tears that had escaped her eyes she pulled herself together…handing her son some money from her purse as he came back into the kitchen in a new outfit.

“Are you sure that you are ok?” Marco asked his mother concerned as he tried to catch her eye…but found that he couldn’t.

“I fine…now go” was her harsh reply as she turned away from him…standing before the sink with her back towards him. “Oh and Marco…I want you come straight home from school” she called out over her shoulder…ignoring his line of questioning as she walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom.

“What are you acting all moody for?” Dylan asked as he tried to get in a little make out time with his boyfriend before classes started.

“It’s nothing…sorry” Marco rushed out…wrapping his arms even tighter around Dylan’s waist as he lay pinned against a tree behind the school. Closing his eyes he waited for the kiss that he knew was coming…only to pull back as the softness of Dylan’s lips brushed against his own. “It’s just that something’s wrong with my mother. She was acting so strange this morning and then when I told her that I was meeting the guys at The Dot after school…I got a lap full of oatmeal. It’s like she was upset with me or something. I mean she wouldn’t even look me in the eye when I tried to talk to her…she just walked away and left me standing there”

“Maybe she was distracted about something else” Dylan soothed…trying to calm his obviously upset boyfriend before he blew probably nothing out of proportion.

“Yeah…you’re probably right” he giggled…looking up into the handsome face of the man that he loved. “Now kiss me before we run out of time” he giggled again…leaning his face upwards…this time ready for what was about to come. He didn’t have to wait long as Dylan leaned in and met his lips halfway. A slow sensuous kiss was shared between the two…but soon slow tuned into frenzied as the need for air finally pushed them apart. “Keep kissing me like that and we may not make it to school today. I may have to take you away and make mad passionate love to you” Marco laughed happily…never in a million years planning on finding someone that made his heart soar like Dylan did.

“Well keeping that in mind I was thinking that we could spend the night together” Dylan spoke softly against Marco’s ear…nibbling at it in a way that he knew would drive the younger boy mad. “My parents and Paige are going out of town for the weekend…leaving me all alone. You could tell you parents that you are staying at Spinner’s house…when in fact you are spending it with me” he couldn’t stop the smile that littered his face at the idea of spending a whole evening together…without having to worry about his over protective family and their strict curfews. “So what do you think?” he asked…his smile vanishing at the look of blind fear that plagued Marco’s eyes. “Well…it was just an idea” he back peddled…hoping to relieve some of his fears.

“No…I’d love nothing better then to spend the night with you Dylan” he responded shyly…staring at his feet as he continued. “It’s just that I’ve never been with a man before and I know that you have and…”

“Wait Marco…” Dylan jumped in defensive. “For one thing I never meant what I said in a sexual way. I just thought that it would be nice to spend some quality time with you without having to worry about getting you home on time. For the other thing…I’ve never been with a man before. I mean I’ve been with guys before…but…um…I’ve never made love to any of them” he stammered…a full red blush racing across his face. “I want to make love to you Marco…want my first time to be your first time…but I would never rush you. I want it to happen when the time is right for the both of us…when we are both ready to take such a huge step in our relationship”

“God…why am I so stupid?” Marco cried out…pushing away from his soon to be ex-boyfriend for sure if he kept acting like such a scared baby. “I am so sorry. I just heard some rumors and I just assumed” he went on…his back turned away from Dylan as to hide his tears. “I’m so stupid sometimes. I don’t know why you even put up with me when there are so many other gay kids out there like Tom”

“You’re not stupid” Dylan soothed as he walked up behind the ranting man…wrapping his arms around his waist as he pulled him flush against his body. “You just need to stop listening to all those rumors. I won’t ever hide anything from you Marco…so just trust in that…ok?” he went on with his words of comfort…forcing the shorter man to turn and face him. “And yes there are other gay kids out there and yes Tom is one of them…but he’s not you. I’ve been crazy about you from the moment I met you that day at the beach…don’t you know that. There isn’t anyone else for me but you. I love you” with that said he once again captured Marco’s tearstained lips under his own…intent on proving just how much his words were true. Twenty minutes later they were both late for class…but with smiles a mile long spread across their faces.

Later that same day…

He could feel the dread the minute that he walked into the house. He didn’t know how to explain it…but something was wrong and it caused his fear factor to rise to great degrees. “Ma…” he called out for his mother as he walked into the living room in search of her. Not finding her there he then when into the kitchen…finding her sitting at the kitchen table with a blank look upon her face. “Ma…you ok? What’s wrong?” he asked in a panic…rushing to her side as he fell to his knees before her. “What is it…is it Pa?” At first she didn’t say anything…just sat there looking at him with a strange look upon her face.

“Marco…” she spoke softly…finally breaking the silence as she cupped her only son’s face within her hand. “Marco…sit” her words continued as she pointed towards the seat besides her. “We must talk” Tears of confusion and fear trickled down her face as he did as she asked…taking her hand into his own from across the table.

“Ma…you’re scaring me” Marco rushed out…squeezing his mother’s hands in fear as well as assurance.

“I no want to scare you” she replied…pulling her hands away from his…not sure what to do with them before placing them in her lap. Taking a deep breath she tried to come up with the words needed to talk to her son. She knew that once her husband found out that there would be hell to pay and that someone would get hurt in the end…namely Marco. She hoped that maybe by talking to her son first that she could maybe make some sense of what she had heard. Maybe it had all been a mistake and that they would all laugh about it afterwards…but as she looked closely at her son…she knew that would not be the case. As much as she hated to admit it…he had always been a bit different from everyone else. Where most boys his age were into football or hockey…he was totally focused on shopping and clothes. Of course she knew that it was important for teenagers to be concerned about their looks and their appearance…but with Marco he always seemed to dance to the beat of his own drum. Wringing her hands together she recalled the many instances when he had acted almost girl like when he was frightened or extremely happy. He was a tearful child who would cry at the drop of a hat…and not once when other kids were bullying him around did he ever try to defend himself. She didn’t know what she was about to say…but she knew that she had to say something and quick. “Marco…you like the girls don’t you?” she asked hesitantly…her hands screaming out in pain under the table as she watched the look of horror that crossed his young face. “There is so many beautiful girls out there…like Gabriella from church. She nice girl” she stuttered in her broken English…unable to stop talking for fear of what she were to hear coming from his stunned mouth in reply. “You father and I can set it up. She come to the house for dinner. I make big meal and we…”

“Why…why would you ask me that?” Marco blurted out…cutting her off as he fought the urge to bolt from her and the house that they were sitting in.

“I just saying Marco…maybe if you see Gabriella there be no talk about you” she bumbled her way through her sentence…quickly realizing that her talk was falling out of control.

“Talk about me? Who’s talking about me? The people at school? The people at church? You?” he threw back at her…jumping out of his seat as she began to pace the kitchen frantically. “That what…I’m gay” his words became louder and more hysterical with each one. “Because I am you know. I’m gay and I even have a boyfriend…but you already knew that didn’t you?”

The silence around them was almost deafening as the truth of his words set in between the two of them…only to vanish in an instant as his outraged father threw Marco against the kitchen counter. He could tell by the veins near bursting along the neck of his father that he had heard every word…knew that his life as he knew it was about to come to an end and so he did the only thing that he could think of…he ran. He didn’t know where he was going as huge tears of fear blurred his vision.…but his heart knew as moments later he find himself standing on Dylan’s front porch. He didn’t know how he got there really…but all he did know was that he needed to feel warm and protective arms around him as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

“Marco…what’s wrong?” Paige nearly screamed when she opened the door and found a near hysterical Marco standing before her. “Marco?” she questioned again when he didn’t say anything. Taking his arm…she led him into the house…positioning him onto the couch in the living room before running to the telephone. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him” she cried out into the phone to her brother as the once hysterical boy was now stone cold silent and staring straight ahead at nothing. “I know that you usually hang out with the guys after practice…but something’s wrong and he really needs you”

“I’m on my way. Are mom and dad there?” he asked…throwing his clothes on as quickly as he could while trying to hold the phone to his ear. Assuring him that their parents were in fact home he asked his younger sister to explain to them that he was on his way home and that he would need their help. Shutting off the phone…he pulled his jacket on as he literally raced for the door. He could hear his teammates crying out to him in upset…but he didn’t care because nothing mattered more then getting to the one who needed him most. He was almost pretty sure he knew why Marco was at his house all scared and upset as he drove home…he just hoped that he could help to ease some as the pain and memories of his own fateful day rained over him. “Marco…” he cried out as he raced into the house in search of his boyfriend. Rushing into the living room he found him sitting on the couch in an almost comatose state as his mother sat before him holding his hand. “Marco…” he cried out again…falling to his knees as he reached the couch taking those same hands that his mother had been holding into his own. At first he got no response as he continued to rub them lovingly as he tried to control his own urge to cry at the amount of pain across Marco’s face. Eventually dark brown eyes came back into focus as they stared down at him loaded with painful tears.

“Dylan…” he rasped before diving into arms that he knew could help erase some of the hurt and pain. “They know…” his cries continued as he shoved his face in the safety of Dylan’s neck…immediately drenching it with his sob filled tears.

“I know…and it’s going to be alright” he soothed…pulling Marco from off of the couch and into his lap as together they say on the floor. He could feel the shivers of fear as they raced through his first ever loves body as he pulled him even tighter within his arms. “I’m here Marco and I will always take care of you…I promise you that” he assured as he went into protective mode. He hated the obvious pain that Marco was going through and he knew exactly what it felt like as he once again relived the time when his own parents found out that he was gay. He knew that it was a right of passage if you will for every gay boy to deal with. There were stages and he knew them well because once in the not to distant past he had gone through those very same stages as well. Step one…confusion. A time when you tried to figure out the strange feelings that would consume you at any particular moment. Step two…the pretend stage. This was one of the harder staged to deal with …were you tried desperately to ignore the unknown…although you could no more ignore them then your own beating heart. Step three…fear of what you are feeling and how the others around you will react to your dirty little secret. Step four…accepting yourself for who you are. Step five and the worst of all…sharing it with the world.

“What am I going to do?” he heard Marco whimper from where he was still plastered against him…jerking him out of his thoughts. He felt horrible for Marco and was damned determined to do whatever he had to do to make the road ahead of him as smooth as possible. He had already pushed a few people around at school who were determined to try and make Marco’s coming out as miserable as possible…and if that meant that he had to protect him from Marco’s own family then so be it. “I’m so scared Dylan…so scared”

“You have no reason to be scared” he spoke softly…a small smile covering his face as he pulled the smaller man away from him enough to look into his eyes. “I love you…remember” he gently reminded him…that same smile growing even wider as he went on. “I will always be here to protect you…no matter from who or what. We are going to get through this together…no matter what”

“I love you too” Marco cried out…falling once again him Dylan’s loving embrace as he once again fell apart. He didn’t hear the sharp intakes of breath from the family members surrounding them…didn’t hear their muffled voices as they tried to figure out who this Marco was that their son was declaring his love to and why they had never heard of any of it before that moment. He didn’t see the questioning looks that his parents shot at his only sister…or the look of guilt that crossed her face as she once again focused on the two holding each other on the floor.

He was oblivious to it all…but Dylan wasn’t and he knew that he was also in for a battle himself. He could tell that Marco was exhausted as with each minute that passed his body seemed to get heavier and heavier to hold. He remembered how exhausted he felt after his own confrontation and how he had cried himself to sleep soon afterwards. Looking over his shoulder he caught the attention of his mom…his blue eyes begging for her to understand and that he would reveal to them everything once he had Marco settled. No words were spoken as with a nod of her head she stepped forward and placed her hands gently upon the dark haired boys back. With expert motherly hands she helped him to his feet…giving him a warm smile as well as an introduction before assuring him that he could stay with them as long as was necessary. Tearful and unable to speak he allowed her to lead him towards Dylan’s room…settling him down under the covers as she sat on the bed beside him. “Marco…” she spoke in a soft feminine voice as she smoothed away a wisp of stray hair that was plastered across his forehead. “You’re more then welcome to stay here as long as is needed…but I think that we need to inform your parents of where you are”

“No…please…no” he cried out…trying to jerk himself from out of the bed…only to be pulled back down by a much stronger Dylan. “You can’t tell them where I am. They hate me…I know they do. Please…just for tonight” he sobbed…finally giving up the fight as he once again fell into those same strong arms that he loved.

“I’ll take care of it” Dylan spoke up…fighting to breath as Marco crushed himself against his body in a bone-crushing grip. Two sets of identical blue eyes locked as if trying to read the other…the older of the two finally back down once she had received the answer she needed. With a sadness in her heart for the poor boy that obviously meant so much to her son…she left the room closing the door softly behind her. “Marco…baby…you’re going to have to tell them where you are sooner or later. I know that they are probably confused and upset…but they are still your parents and I know that they love you” He knew that Marco hadn’t heard a word as the sound of exhausted slumber wafted around them. He waited a few more minutes…kissing him gently on the forehead before sliding as quietly as possible out of the bed. Looking down at the beauty of the slumbering figure he knew what he had to do and he also knew that he would have to deal with the aftermath later as he fished his cell phone out of his pocket and entered the hallway. He knew the numbers by heart as he sat on the hallway steps…waiting for someone from Marco’s family to answer the phone

“Hello…Marco” he heard a women that had to be his mother scream across the line. “Marco…that you? Marco…come home” her cries continued as he tried to figure out what to say to her.

Um…good evening Mrs. Del Rossi” Dylan began…taking a deep breath before he continued. “This is Dylan Michalchuk…we met a couple months back at the mall. I’m Marco’s friend” he hated using that word to describe the relationship between the two of them…but he knew that Marco’s parents were far from ready to learn the truth.

“Yes…Dylan” she replied tearfully. “I afraid Marco not here”

“Yes Mrs. Del Rossi…I know” he said. “That’s the reason that I am calling. Marco’s here with me. I mean with us…my family” he cursed himself for being such a bumbling idiot as he once again attempted to pull himself together for his boyfriend’s sake. “He’s ok…just a little upset”

“Marco…he with you? He ok?” she screamed hysterically into the phone…signing herself in that her prayers had been answered. “Tell him to come home…please” she begged…tears blazing down her face in pure relief.

“He’s actually asleep right now” he spoke quickly…expecting an outburst and getting just that as Marco’s father got on the phone.

“Hello…hello…who this I speaking to” he shrill voice echoed loudly in Dylan’s ear.

“It’s Dylan Michalchuk…we met at the mall a couple of months ago” he repeated his earlier words again. “I’m Marco’s friend…the one who plays hockey” He could hear the fear in his voice as he prepared himself for the confrontation.

“Why Marco with you?” His father questioned angrily…slamming his fist upon the small wooden hallway table before him in confusion and anger. “You tell him to come home. He need be with his family…not with peoples that don’t know him well”

“With people that don’t know him well” Dylan repeated his words back at him in full irritation. “I know Marco better then you will…” and before he could finish his sentence he felt the phone being jerked out of his hands as he mother stood before him. “What are you doing mom?” He asked...reaching for the phone once again…intent of giving Mr. Del Rossi a piece of his mind.

“You go in and check on Marco and then I want to talk to you downstairs” she spoke sternly…placing the phone to her ear as she entered her bedroom…closing the door behind her. Dylan knew by the look on her face that he was in for trouble as he did as she asked and went to check on Marco. Finding him still asleep he once again exited the room as he made his way down stairs only to find his mother already waiting for him. “Sit…” she instructed towards the same couch that he had found Marco on not more then an hour before hand. “Look…I don’t know exactly what is going on here…but by what I have seen I can make a pretty good guess. You and Marco are…”

“Dating. Yes…we’re boyfriend’s” Dylan immediately got on the defensive as he jerked his frame from off of the couch and began to pace before his mother. “We’ve been dating for a few months now and I know what you are about to say…but I don’t care about anything else except for Marco. So don’t give me any grief about how he is too young and we don’t belong together…because you don’t know him the way that I do”

“Dylan…” his mother screamed…cutting him off mid rant as she walked up beside him. Placing a reassuring hand upon his shoulder she tried to calm her son’s clearly frazzled nerves. “For one thing…I don’t have any problems with you dating Marco. You are a smart boy with a good head on your shoulders and I can tell by the look in your eyes that you care for him very deeply”

“I love him mom” he blurted out…but not caring for he liked the way it sounded coming from his lips. “I love him and he loves me”

“I’m sure that is true sweetheart…but for right now we need to focus on Marco and his family. I’ve already talked to his father and he is going to allow him to spend the night with us tonight. I will drop you two off at school in the morning and then pick you up afterwards…before we take him back home” She went on…holding up her hand to shush her son before he had a chance to say anything. “I know that you are worried about him…but so are his parent’s. They’re confused and hurt and truth be told scared out of their minds. I know what that’s like honey…remember. Marco needs to work things out with his family before he can truly become the man that he needs to be. We can help them as much as we can…but it has to be them that works it out in the end. Sit…” she directed once again as she lead him back towards the couch. “The fact of the matter is that Marco ran out of the house before his parents even spoke a word about what they had found out. I know that he was scared and his father’s temper didn’t help…but he never gave either one of them a chance to digest what they heard. They were truly worried about him when he ran away and they couldn’t fine him. They’ve been calling all his friends…some even searching for him. They didn’t think to check here because they don’t know about you sweetheart” she went on softly…cradling his son’s in her arms at the look of sadness that reigned there. “However…they will know about you I am sure if Marco has anything to do with it…but you have to give him the time to let them get used him coming out first. Ok…sweety?”

“I don’t care if they know about me…or even us. All I care about is him. It kills me to know that he is hurting and there is nothing that I can do take it away. I hate that feeling more then anything” he sighed against his mothers shoulder as she continued to sooth him.

“I know baby…but whither you know it or not just being there for him is a great help. You were the first person that he came to when he needed someone…that says a lot about how he feels about you. I can tell that you feel the same about him as well”

“I have never felt the things that I feel for Marco with anyone else. It’s like from the moment that I met him I knew that he was the one. I didn’t even know if he was gay…but I knew that he was the one and then Paige told me that he was straight and dating some girl…but I couldn’t shake that feeling…you know”

“Yeah…” his mother sighed romantically. “I felt that way the first time that I met your father. He was across the gym wrestling with his buddies…but when he looked over into the bleachers and caught my eye…I was hooked” a giggle escaped her lips as she recalled her younger days when she wasn’t much older then her son was now. “Son…” she spoke hesitantly…afraid to broach the subject…but needing to hear it just the same. “Have you and Marco…um…” she didn’t know how to phrase those words and knew that she didn’t have to by the way that Dylan froze in her arms.

“No…we haven’t had sex yet” Dylan assured…pulling out of his mothers arm as he shifted to the end of the couch. He felt uncomfortable talking to his mother about such matters…but he knew that he could trust her and that she would never judge him for his actions. “I mean it isn’t like I haven’t wanted to…but Marco isn’t ready for that and neither am I really”

“Ok…” was her simple reply as he leaned over and kissed her son on the cheek. “Why don’t we get you ready for bed. It’s late and you have school in the morning. “You can sleep on the couch. I’ll get some sheets and blankets for you” Getting up off the couch she made her way towards the stairway coming face to face with a bashful Marco. “Hey kiddo…you feeling better?” she asked with a reassuring smile that she hoped would put her sons teenaged love at ease.

“Yeah…I do. Thank you” he replied quietly…a full blush raging across his face. “I guess that I better go” he continued…trying to walk past Dylan’s mother.

“You’ll do no such thing” she pretend scolded…once again smiling down at him. “I’ve already talked to your parents and they said it was ok for you to sleep here tonight. I will take you…Dylan and Paige to school in the morning and then afterward Dylan…you and myself will go over to your parent’s house to talk to them. She could see the outright fear in his face at the mention of his parents as he quickly went into mother mode. “Don’t worry kiddo…they were more worried that you had run away then what had happened. “It’ll will be ok…I promise you that. Now go and say goodnight to my son and then back to bed for you…hear me” she giggled…pulling the much shorter kid into her arms before kissing him quickly upon the cheek. “It’s really nice to meet you Marco” she spoke against his ear before running up the steps.

“She’s a little strange…but I think I’ll keep her” Dylan laughed as he watched the exchange between the two people he loved most in the world. “You ok?” he asked concerned as he took Marco’s hand and walked him over towards his makeshift bed.

“Yeah…” he sighed contently…snuggling deeply within his boy friends arms. “I love you Dylan” he sighed again…closing his eyes as the heat from their bodies mingled…making him feel safe and warm.

“I love you too Marco…love you too” Dylan whispered sleepily as he laid back against the softness of the couch…taking Marco with him as he fell into a content sleep.

Tears littered her cheeks as she watched the two young men cling to each other. A happy ache grew deep within her heart because for the first time since her own son had come out did he look contently happy. She liked Marco despite the situation of meeting him and she truly hoped that together they could overcome the obstacles that she knew were coming their way. As softly as she could she walked over to the slumbering two covering them with a blanket before blanketing them in darkness as she went to bed herself.

The Next Day…

“What the hell happened last night Del Rossi” Spinner yelled across the hallway as Dylan and Marco stood before his locker whispering quietly. “You’re father called my house looking for you and when I told him that you weren’t there…he just showed up at my door and boy was he pissed”

“Spinner…just back off ok” Dylan jumped to the defense of his boyfriend…placing his arm protectively around him in order to calm his clearly obvious nerves. “Marco had a rough night and he will tell you about it later”

“Yeah sure dude…chill” he rebounded…trying to play off being put in his place. “So Marco…” he teased…deciding to lighten the mood. “What exactly did you do last night…because if memory serves me correctly that’s Dylan’s jersey and those are the same pants that you wore yesterday” with a filthy smile and a wink…he never knew what hit him as Dylan pinned him to the lockers behind him.

“Are you crazy Spinner?” he spit out…fighting the urge to beat his sister’s boyfriend into the ground. “I just told you to leave Marco the hell alone”

“Dylan…stop” Marco cried out…grabbing onto the older boys arms as he tried to remove them from his best friends chest. “It’s ok…I’m ok” he assured…forcing Dylan to face him as together their eyes locked. “Really…I’m ok”

“I’m just trying to protect you…since there’s nothing else that I can do” Dylan responded in frustration…kicking the locker beside him.

“Oh god Dylan…you just being here for me is enough. The fact that you love me and want to protect me is enough. Know that…ok”

“Ok…” he replied bashfully. “Sorry Spinner” he went on…pulling away from deep dark eyes that he got lost in every time.

“Hey it’s cool man…you’re just trying to protect Marco. It’s all good” With a smack of the hands and a bump of the chest the three of them headed off to class.

Lunchtime…

“No shit…your father and mother know now” Spinner rushed out…astonished that so much had happened in such a short amount of time.

“Yeah…I guess my mother suspected something and she confronted me about it yesterday afternoon after school. Marco replied…feeling a shiver run down his spine as he recalled the look of pure anger that he saw in his father’s eyes. “Then my pop walked in and I knew that he had heard it all by the look in his eyes. I didn’t give him or her a chance to say anything…I just ran to Dylan’s. My hero” he chuckled despite his fear as he turned in his boyfriends arms and kissed him quickly upon his lips. He couldn’t help but laugh at the expected outcry of mock disgust coming from his best friend before kissing Dylan once again for good measure. The rest of his lunch break was near perfection as he sat between his boyfriend’s legs on the ground…surrounded by his closest friends in their entire world. What he didn’t know was that he was being watched by another and with each snuggle…each kiss that he shared with his boyfriend this person had to fight the urge to confront them. The ringing of the school bell alerted them all that it was time once again to head back to class as one by one they bid goodbye to Degrassi’s newest couple.

“I just want to thank you for helping me with everything’s that’s going on” Marco stopped his boyfriend before he could follow the rest of the gang.

“I’m not doing much” Dylan said seriously. “Just doing my boyfriend duties” his seriousness turned playful as he nudged Marco with his hip.

“That’s what I mean” Marco said with a content smile as he took Dylan’s hands into his own…pulling the much taller man into his body. “I just want you to know how much I appreciate the fact that you are going to be there with me when I talk to my parents…that you are always there for me when I need you. It means more to me when you can ever know”

“You mean more to me then you can ever know” Dylan’s smile grew as he removed his hands from Marco’s grasp…wrapping them around his waist as he leaned down and kissed him with all the love that he felt for him.

“I love you so much Dylan. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to find anyone who loves and cares for me as much as you do” Tears misted his eyes as embarrassed laughter sprang from his lips. “Sorry…” his laughter continued as he wiped the stray tears from him eyes. “I know that I get all girly on you sometimes. You must really hate that”

“I love everything about you Marco…even your girly ways” he beamed…cracking up that the bemused look that covered Marco’s face. “Come on baby” his laughter mingled with the other boys as he took his hand and together they walked towards their respective classes.

“You called me baby” Marco said to Dylan as they stood outside his English class.

“Yeah…I did” he replied nervously…not even realizing he had said it until it was already out there.

“I liked it” Marco giggled with a wink as he left a blushing Dylan in his wake.


The Confrontation…

“I can’t do this” Macro cried out from the back seat of the Michalchuk’s van…trying like hell to claw his way out of the parked vehicle. “I can’t go in there and face them. They are going to hate me…I just know it and…” his panic got the best of him as he once again tried to get out of the van. He felt as if the walls were closing in around him…as if he couldn’t breath despite the fact that windows were open and a small breeze was blowing inside. “Dylan…please can’t we go back to your place” he begged some more…trying to fight the hold that his boyfriend had on him as he once again made a last ditch effort.

“Marco…hey…it’s going to be ok…remember” Dylan assured...as with a strong tug he was able to get Marco back into the seat beside him. He could feel the absolute terror that was racing through the much smaller boy as he held onto his nervous hands…trying to warm them with his promise. “They already know…the worst part is over. Now we just have to deal with making them understand”

“Make them understand” Marco blurted out angrily…jerking his hands out of Dylan’s in a move so unlike himself. “Yeah...you try making my homophobic father understand that his only son is gay. You heard him that night at the restaurant…heard all those horrible things that he said about our waiter. Jesus Dylan…it’s part of the reason that you left. I don’t think that there is anything that I can say to make him understand that” Tears burned his eyes for the millionth time since the previous day as he reluctantly allowed his savior to pull him into his protective arms. “I’m scared Dylan…scared that something bad is going to happen”

“Nothing bad is going to happen…not with me around” he chuckled lightly…kissing Marco upon his crinkled forehead.

Listening to her son and his boyfriend…Dylan’s mother silently agreed with the younger of the two. She also had a deep rooted fear that something bad was going to happen and that they would be powerless to stop it. She had only spoken to his father for a brief few minutes…but it was enough to alert her that Marco’s father was stubborn and had a tempter and that it was going to take more then simple talk to persuade him to listen to what Marco had to say. “Mom…” Dylan’s voice jerked her out of her thoughts as she stared at him through the rear view mirror. “Ready?” With a nod and a forced smile they exited the van…her walking in the front…the other two trailing in the back.

Reaching down…Dylan tried to take Marco’s hand…only to feel complete rejection as he jerked it away from him as if it had burned him. He tried not to let it get to him…but no matter how hard he tried and despite the circumstances…it still bothered him. “I love you Marco…” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth…glancing towards him for only a moment in wait of another bout of rejection. He couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face as he felt the heated grip of Marco’s hand come into his…giving him a reassuring squeeze before letting go of it again. For a few moments the three just stood there staring at the open door…fearful and afraid of what lay in wait behind it. Marco knew that his father was home by the company truck sitting in the parking lot as his heart beat frantically within his chest. Taking a deep breath he mustered all the courage that he could before taking the necessary steps towards opening the door. Hand mid air…he went to turn the knob…almost to fall backwards in complete fright if not for the quick hands of his love. He couldn’t figure out what was going on as one minute his father was standing terrifyingly before him and then in the next second he was gone…screaming words in Italian as he charged after his boyfriend.

“PA…NO” he cried out through the confusion as he spun to find Dylan trying to get away from his rampaging parent. Cold blood fear blazed through him as he watched as if in slow motion as his father’s fist came in contact with Dylan’s face…sending the taller boy to the ground in an instant. “Dylan…” he deterred his cries as he ran over to the fallen man…skidding onto the ground beside him as he wrapped him protectively within his arms. “You hit him…you hit me” Marco shot back…closing his eyes as he awaited the final blow…only to receive none. Opening his eyes he found the shape of his mother as well as Dylan’s mother standing before them…daring…challenging his father to do the same to them.

“It’s all fruity boy’s fault” He cried out as if trying to explain his behavior. “He turn my boy into one too” he continued to go on the anguish so audible in his voice.

Marco couldn’t hear anything else as his mother began to go off on his father in Italian. “Are you ok?” Marco asked concerned as he took he continued to hold Dylan’s head within his lap.

“I’m fine” Dylan lied…losing site from his left eye as it began to swell shut.

“You don’t look fine” Marco responded sadly…wishing that he could take away the huge ugly welt that was forming. “I am so sorry Dylan” his tears got the best of him again together they pulled each other up off the ground. “I should have never brought you into this”

“I will always be by your side no matter what” Dylan called after the retreating figure of Marco. “Don’t you know that yet? I love you Marco and I don’t care who knows” he went on…not realizing or caring that they had an audience. “Not anyone at school…your family…no one. Taking care of you and keeping you safe is the only thing that matters to me” Reaching out…he beckoned Marco to take his hand as if to prove his words were true. Loaded with fear…but overpowered by love Marco did as he was asked…placing his hand into the security of the man that he loved.

“I love you too” Marco whispered…sliding into Dylan’s protective arms…momentarily forgetting where they were and what had been going on.

“Oh my” Mrs. Del Rossi…sobbed…bringing her hand to her lips as she watched the tender scene playing out before her. She watched the way that the blonde kid known as Dylan cradled her son within his arms like he was a fine piece of china. She noticed the look of love that screamed out from both their eyes as they stared lovingly at each other. Tears misted her eyes at the realization that her young son had fallen in love for the first time and despite the fact that it wasn’t what others would have called normal…it was love just the same. “Oh Marco…” she cried out…rushing over to her son and boyfriend as she wrapped them within her arms. “I so happy for you” her words continued…kissing her only son upon his stunned lips. “You really have love for my boy?” she questioned an equally stunned and somewhat fearful Dylan as she released them from her hold…standing before him as she awaited his reply.

He didn’t know what to do…but he knew what to say a he took a deep breath and defended that love that he felt for Marco. “I do” He spoke strongly…staring her straight in the eyes to ensure that she would know he was speaking truths. “I love him more then anything”

“Oh…” his mother cried out…once again covering her mouth with her hand. “I know not what to think. I happy and confused at same time. Marco…you love Dylan?” she turned her attention back to her son…already knowing the answer but needing to hear it anyways.

“I love him Ma” he replied softly. “I know that it doesn’t make sense to you or Pa…but I love him”

“I outta here” Mr. Del. Rossi screamed out from where he continued to stand on the porch. “You no longer welcome in my house” he spat out hatefully…pointing at Marco before making a mad dash for his car.

“Sal…you leave now…you don’t come home again” Marco’s mom screamed out behind him…forcing him to stop in his tracks.

“You no mean that Maria” he cried out towards his wife as he rushed over to where she stood…hands across her chest. “You really kick me out of my own home”

“You gonna kick Marco out of his home…why this be any different?” she asked determinedly…staring down the man that she had been married to for twenty-one years.

“It different because he a fruity boy. What he doing is unnatural and wrong. I no live under roof of a son who trying to hurt his parents” his cries got louder as he pointed his finger at the still huddling two.

“I’m not trying to hurt you Pa” Marco cried out in painful shock. “Is that what you think? You think that I chose to be gay because I wanted to get back at you for something. Well that’s not true” tears as huge as raindrops slide down his face as he moved towards the seething man. “I didn’t choose to be gay. I was born this way. Trust me…my life would be so much easier if I wasn’t…but I am. I can’t change for you…or anyone and the truth of the matter is that I don’t want to. I like who I am…despite the fact that it took me till this very moment to realize that. I’ve accepted who I am and no matter what you say or think about me…I won’t change. I have friends that accept me and a man that loves me and despite the fact that having you hate me nearly kills me…I will not back down from what I believe. Now we’re going inside. Mrs. Michalchuk was nice enough to come over here with Dylan to help us work through this. You have two choices…you can leave and lose the relationship that we once had as father and son. Or…you can come inside with us so we can make you understand what being gay and having a gay son means. Either way…it’s your choice”

He watched as they walked into the house…leaving him alone with his thoughts and his insecurities. He knew that he didn’t want to sever all ties with his son…but truth be told he was afraid of him now that he knew who he was. He didn’t know what being gay meant…how to react to it…but most importantly he didn’t know if he could accept it. Fear wanted him to run…run away and never come back. He didn’t want to deal with having a gay son…didn’t want to try and accept it…because to him it was wrong. However…love of his only son prompted his feet forward as he slowly made his way into the house and what he knew would be a long evening.

“Are you sure that you are going to be ok?” Dylan asked…near exhaustion as he and Marco stood outside the waiting van hours later. “I mean…you can stay with us another night if you want to and…”

“No…thanks though” Marco half smiled…emotionally drained and ready for nothing but a night of rest. “I need to stay home and try and work things out with my folks” he assured strongly as he allowed Dylan to pull him into his arms. “Tonight was a pretty good night…despite all the emotional stuff. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah I think” Dylan chuckled…kissing Marco’s forehead. It still amazed him how much of a forgiving heart he had despite all the anger and hurt that they had all experienced that night. “Well I guess I better go then. It’s late and we both have school tomorrow. Love you…” he whispered…pulling Marco tighter into his arms before kissing him softly upon grinning lips.

“Love you too” Marco beamed…soaking in the warmth and the love that he felt for and from the man whom held him. “Bye…” he called out…hating the fact that he had to let Dylan go…but knowing that he must. “Good night Mrs. Michalchuk and thank you so much for everything”

“You’re welcome hun. Now you don’t be a stranger at our house you hear me. You’re welcome anytime and if you need anything…you just call me” she called out with a smile before leaving him alone on the curb. Closing his eyes…he took a deep breath as he turned to enter the house. He couldn’t help the nervous twitch that began to consume him as he slowly made his way forward…even though he had assured Dylan that everything was going to be fine. The truth was that he didn’t know if everything was going to be fine. There had been a lot of things discussed that night. There had been lots of screaming and yelling…not to mention accusations galore. The screaming had gotten so loud at one point that Marco was waiting for the police to come knocking at the door. Marco’s father had wanted to blame everything on Dylan. He refused to believe that it was his own genes that could have created such a son. He screamed and hollered until he was red in the face…alerting them to the fact that he had been spying on them during their lunch break that day and that Dylan was all over him. He told Marco that he knew that he was confused and that it was Dylan that was confusing him with his words of love…his touches…and even his kisses. He begged him to just leave Dylan for good…to stay away from him and that things would be better…that he wouldn’t have to pretend that he was gay anymore.

Marco had just sat there listening to his father rant and rave…unable to say a word as he blamed his boyfriend for everything. However…he had finally had enough as he jumped up and clued his father into a few things. Fist and foremost…he told his father in no uncertain terms that he was gay and that Dylan had nothing to do with it. He went on to tell him that he had suspected that he was gay for a long time before he even knew that Dylan existed…but that he had tried to pretend that the changes and feelings weren’t there. He reminded him that he had in fact had a girlfriend in Ellie and that no matter how much he tried…no matter how much he wanted…the fact of the matter was that he was gay. He also wanted his father to recollect earlier that day as he spied on them during their lunch break…and remember that it was he that initiated most of the touching and the kissing. He announced to the entire room that he loved Dylan and that no matter what anyone said…or even if they tried to keep them apart…it wasn’t going to happen. He proudly announced his gayness and exclaimed that if anyone…looking particularly at his father…had a problem with it then that was their problem not his. Emotions were flying high as Marco’s mother cried…his father seethed…Dylan beamed with such love and respect and Dylan’s mom smiled with pride at the young man she was growing to love. The evening ended when Marco’s father with a frown on his face and a slump in his shoulders walked silently out of the room and went upstairs.

“Ma…” Marco whispered softly as he walked into the living room after leaving Dylan and found his mother sitting quietly upon the sofa. “Ma…are you ok?” he asked…already knowing the answer due to the emotional evening.

“I ok Marco…” she assured as she patted the seat beside her. “Here…sit with your mama” Doing as she asked Marco sat down stiffly beside her…only to melt within her mothering embrace as she wrapped her arm around him. “You scare me last night when you don’t come home. You no do that again…promise me” she scolded…but he could hear the underling love in her words.

“I won’t Ma…and I am sorry. I was just so afraid when papa showed up that I just freaked out. I just knew that you both hated me for not being the kind of son that you wanted me to be” Dratted tears once again filled his eyes as he burrowed even deeper into her bosom. “I didn’t ask to be gay you know” he sobbed. “It’s just the way that I am. It’s the person that I am supposed to be and I just hope that one day you both will be able to except me”

“Oh Marco…I never hate you. You my son and I will love your until I leave this earth…even after” she soothed…kissing her son upon his temple.

“But what about Pa?” he hates me now. Marco sobbed…as the seriousness of all that had transpired that night rained over him.

“He no hate you either. He just don’t understand why this happened. He love you…you his son. You just need to give him time and he come around…you see”

“I don’t think so Ma” his tearful sobs continued. “I don’t think that he will ever love me that way that he once did. He hates me…I just know that he hates me”

“I no hate you Marco” Sal Del Rossi cried out as he rushed into the living room where his son and wife sat huddled together. “I never could hate you” Dropping to his knees he pulled his stunned and speechless son into his arms as together they cried tears of pain…confusion…and hopeful acceptance. “Oh Marco…I so sorry. I sorry for not listening to you…for not trying understand you. I scared…I admit it. I no understand why this happened…but I try to accept it. I promise”

“I love you Papa” Marco cried out as he hugged his father. “I just want you to be proud of me…to love me no matter what”

“I proud of you Marco” his father smiled as he pulled away from his son for just a moment. “I been proud of you from moment you born. You a great son and a wonderful man. I just never see it before tonight. Just give me time to learn to accept you gay and Dylan”

“I love him Pa…” Marco got on the defense as he pulled completely out of his fathers embrace. “I won’t give him up. I can’t…he means to much to me”

He could tell by the defiance on his face and the tears in his eyes just how true his son’s words were. He wanted to ban him from ever seeing that boy again…wanted to make him pretend that none of this had happened and that he wasn’t truly gay…but he knew that wouldn’t be fair. He knew that he couldn’t ask his only son to try and change to fit the mold that he expected him to fit…but that he would have to be the one to change. “I no ask you to give him up Marco. I see that he means lot to you. Just give me time to get used to idea before bringing him to our home. I don’t mean he can’t come…just give me time to get used to he being your boyfriend and not just your friend”


Six months later…

“You know for someone celebrating his birthday…you sure don’t look very happy” Dylan teased as he and Marco hide in the pantry of Marco’s house.

“Why should I be happy” Marco pouted…pinned to the wall behind him as Dylan stood before him. “Like you said…it’s my birthday and instead of celebrating it with the my friends I have to hide in the pantry in order to be close to you” he pouted some more…hiding his face in the warmth of Dylan’s broad chest.

“Well he did let you invite me” Dylan tried to sooth…rubbing his hand up and down the back of her clearly aggravated boyfriend. “That’s got to mean something”

“Yeah…with a list of do nots a mile long. Jesus Dylan…I can’t hold your hand…or touch you in any way. There’s no kissing because lord knows that our friends who have seen us kiss a million times at school might see” Marco shouted…sliding away from him as he kicked a loaded bin of potatoes. “He told me that he just needed time and yet here we are six months later and he’s still no closer to excepting you then before”

“I know that it seems that way…but he’s slowly coming around” Dylan defended Marco’s father…despite the fact that he didn’t want to. “I can now walk into the house without him leaving it” he tried to joke…once again pulling the frowning man back into his arms. “Besides…I kinda like having you all to myself like this” with that said he leaned down and kissed Marco…until his frown was turned upside down. “Come on…let’s go enjoy the rest of your party” he beamed once he broke his lip lock…taking Marco’s hand as he lead him out of the pantry.

“Pa…” Marco cried out in shock…dropping his boyfriend’s hand as they came face to face with his father in the kitchen. “This isn’t what it looks like” he lied…his face red and blushing as he tried to come up with an excuse of being caught like they had. “I mean…it’s what it looks like…but not what it looks like” he stammered some more…shoving his foot so far down his throat that he felt he would never remove it.

“What are you two hiding in here for” Sal spoke in mock anger after hearing his son’s words of frustration and upset. He knew that the time to accept Dylan was now. He had hoped that with time what seemed to be a young boys crush would grow old and whither away…but yet six months later it was still going strong. He watched as both boys stood before him in stunned shock…neither speaking a word…but the look of fear so evident in his eyes. “What are you doing in here when you should be out there with your friends” he chuckled…taking Marco’s hand and placing it within Dylan’s. “Oh Marco” he cried out to the quickly retreating figure of the two. “You mama and I is going out for a night on town. You think you can handle house alone say till about midnight” he smiled happily at the look of happiness that was covering his young sons face.

“Oh Pa…” he rushed out…launching into his arms before placing many love filled kisses upon his ruddy face. “I love you so much Papa…thank you”

“You welcome son…” his father laughed…kissing his son back as he placed him gently upon the floor. “Dylan…you take care of my son and my house while we gone” he pretend threatened. “Or else”

“Yes sir…” Dylan laughed…rushing across the expanse of the kitchen…hand outstretched towards the man who could make or break his relationship with Marco. Pumping furiously…he vowed to take good care of what he asked before letting go and taking up Marco’s hand instead.

His father watched as the two smiling teens made their way hand in hand into the living room where their friends lay it wait. He couldn’t help his own smile at just how happy his son seemed to be whenever he was around Dylan and even though it was still hard for him he was determined to make things right between the three of them. “You think that they have enough food to eat?” he heard his wife question as she grabbed some more food from off the stove and began to make her way into the life of the party.

“They got enough food” he said…taking the dish from her hands as he placed it back on the stove. “Come on we going out”

“What?” she asked stunned and more then a little suspicious as she looked over at her grinning spouse. “Where we go? It’s Marco’s party”

“Yes…it’s Marco’s party” he repeated…placing his arm around her shoulder. “He almost a man now…time to start treating him like one” his smile widened even wider as he kissed her quickly. “Bedside’s…he in good hands with Dylan” his laughter got the best of him as he wife began to sway backwards from the shock of his words. “Come on Mama…the night is still young”

“Can you believe it?” Marco rushed out…crushing his boyfriend within his arms as they sat on the couch. “He actually gave you permission to take care of me…not that I need taking care of mind you” he giggled…pushing his index finger into Dylan’s chest for good measure.

“But I like taking care of you” Dylan pretend pouted…before launching one of his patient smiles Marco’s way.

“You wanna take care of me” Marco flirted…kissing him firmly upon those same smiling lips. “Then follow me upstairs” his teasing continued as he took his hand and jerked him off of the couch. He could feel Dylan’s hesitation…but that didn’t detour him as they wove their way through the many couples making out in the stairwell and hallway. “Come on…” he indicated with his index finger as he made his way backwards into his room.

“Marco…maybe we shouldn’t…” his words were cut off as Marco literally launched himself into his arms…knocking the two of them to the floor.

“Dylan…my parents are gone for at least the next two hours. We have the house…except for our friends basically to ourselves. I don’t think that we are going to get a more perfect opportunity besides this one. Besides…I still haven’t gotten my present from you and…”

“Well then I guess that I will return the one that I got for you that is downstairs on the gift table” Dylan teased himself…not knowing where this new side of Marco was coming from…but loving every freaking second of it.

Macro didn’t care about any other gift except fooling around for a little bit with his boyfriend. He felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from his heart and his shoulders. He couldn’t believe that it looked like his father had finally began to accept him and Dylan’s relationship. “Dylan…” he spoke hesitantly…staring down at the man pinned under his smaller frame. “You do want to…you know” he blushed furiously…dying to take their relationship into the next level…but not wanting to seemed to rushed.

“Oh god…YES” Dylan exclaimed with a smile…pushing his grinning boyfriend up as he took his hand and led him towards the bed. “I just think that we should take it slow. I don’t think that either of us is just ready for the actual act of making love…but we will be one day. However…” he smiled at a then frowning Marco. “That doesn’t mean that we can’t have a little fun before that…huh” Once again he found himself pinned under his love as mouths and teeth gnashed in total abandon. He wanted to feel skin…no he needed to feel skin as he slide his hand under the hem of Marco’s shirt…running his hand up the smoothness of his back. He could hear a slight groan escape into his throat as they continued their battle of dominance…but most importantly he could feel Marco’s excitement as it began to grow in his nether regions. Dylan loved the feel of having Marco’s body writhing on top of him…he however loved the idea that with just the simplest of touches he could evoke sure a reaction from him.

Marco could feel the power struggle going on between him and Dylan and yet he was more then happy to let him take the lead. Allowing himself to be flipped over…he relished the heaviness of the body of the man that he loved atop his own. Rising slightly upward he allowed a gigantic hiss to erupt from his lips at the first contact with Dylan’s own covered erection. “D-Y-L-A-N” he rushed out…grabbing onto the much larger boys shoulders for support as they began to shift their lower torsos back and forth until they found a pleasuresome friction. Soon however…friction was not enough as with silent communication with only their eyes the two young men took their budding relationship into the next level.

With nervous fingers…Dylan jerked Marco’s knit shirt over his head…tossing it on the floor beside him. He found it absolutely amazing just how lovely he looked beneath him as he leaned in and kissed the equally nervous boy quickly. Sliding off to the side…he continued to hold his boyfriend as close to him as possible as his free hand began to once again explore heated and smooth skin. He knew that he was doing something right at the way Marco’s body jumped and reacted to his touch.

“Your shirt” Marco hissed…reaching out to remove the itchy piece of clothing. With shaking hands the two were finally able to remove it as heated and naked chests came into contact for the first time. Wrapping his arm around Dylan’s neck he once again laid back…bringing the much taller boy with him as together they squeezed and kneaded hot and excited skin. He loved the feel of supple skin under his exploring hands as he ran them over his sloped back…hesitating for a moment at the waistband of his jeans. Inhaling slowly he curiously ventured under the material…a venomous cry of pleasure expelling from his lips at the way that Dylan reacted to his ventures. “God Dylan…” his cries continued as he wrapped his muscular legs around Dylan’s as they began to dry hump each other into a frenzied mess.

Pulling back slightly…Dylan once again slid off to the side of his lover…hushing his words of protest with an ample sweep of tongue deep within his mouth. He only had one thing on his mind as he quickly undid the buttons of Marco’s jean…sliding his hand inside before grabbing a handful of Marco. With a gentle tug he soon had him free of the confine of his pants as he began to move that same hand over the newly exposed body part. Soft and gentle whimpers reverberated over his shoulder as Marco continued to nestle his head there…only to increase in volume as he increased the speed of his motion. He liked the way that Marco’s penis felt in his hand…loved the raspy breath the whispered across his naked flesh as Marco tried to keep what they were doing somewhat of a secret. “I love you Marco” he said…needing to have the words said before being able to bring his boyfriend to his first Dylan inflicted orgasm.

“I…I love you too” Marco panted and cried…his head falling backwards…body arching upwards in hopes of increasing the pressure of his first hand job ever. “Please Dylan…” he begged…mouth open as he fought to bring much needed air into starved lungs. “Please…just do it” He knew that the message had been received as he Dylan increased the hold and friction of his pumping…applying extra pressure to the tip each time he reached the head. Hot and pearly liquid spurted through his closed hand…coating the rough digits as he milked the then limp dick once final time to ensure that he was truly done.

“You ok?” Dylan asked with a smile as Marco looked up at him through hooded eyes of lust and love.

“Perfect” he sighed…smiling back as he once again wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck before forcing him to lie on top of him again. “This was the best birthday ever”

“I’m glad” Dylan responded…kissing Marco softly upon his lips. “How about you help me out now?” he spoke huskily…taking Marco’s hand as he laid it upon his bulging lower section. “Please baby…I’m about to die here” he begged…rubbing his crotch up and down his hand in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure continuing to build down there.

“Oh my poor baby” Marco cooed against his ear as he gave Dylan’s penis a playful squeeze. “Lay back against the pillows” he directed…sliding out from under Dylan’s frame. He watched as Dylan did his bidding. Kneeling beside him Marco quickly undid the zipper of his jeans…jerking them as well as his boxer briefs down his legs. “Oh my” he cried out in stunned shock as Dylan’s long and thick penis waved before him. He had never seen a man dick in real life before and even in the few pictures that he had seen there were never the size that he was seeing. “You’re so big” he blurted out…still stunned as he continued to survey the tool before him.

“Thanks” Dylan replied on shaky breath. He felt as if he were dying…felt as if he were going to explode at any minute if Marco did touch him soon. “Marco…please” he started begging all over again as he latched onto the hand located closest to him…placing it around his aching shaft.

“Sorry” Marco giggled slightly embarrassed as he allowed Dylan to use his hand to set the stroke needed to make him come. He was dying to explore the strange looking contrapti

Is there a particular order to these with Degrassi? I notice you like to write about Degrassi. 8)

No hon...no order. It was a phase and one that I have gotten out of. I have more Roswell...QAF and Lost fics and will post them here as well. It's just that real life gets in the way of these things. Thanks for the FB.

Another great selection, well written – nice uplifting story. Thanks for sharing. :D