Summer of Love

By Massunm

Summary: As Marco and Dylan grow closer during the summer both feel anxious about the increasingly physical aspects of their relationship.

Note 1: This story takes place right after Season 3. I’ve been really pissed off since I watched Moonlight Desires and discovered that Marco and Dylan’s relationship had gone to a whole other level and there was no episode dedicated to this topic. We got to experience Craig and Manny, Craig and Ashley, and other characters sexual exploits yet what I thought was a first time episode ended up being a Dylan cheats on Marco episode. Is it just me or did we get gypped?

Note 2: I have had some much needed practice writing fan fiction for all sorts of fandoms for the last ten months. I hope my writing has improved and can continue to improve so I can write decent fan fiction that the readers can enjoy with out flinching at constant grammatical errors. I have learned to take my time, read things over, and to make sure the proper words are used in proper sentences. If I make a mistake PLEASE bring this to my attention- healthy criticism has helped me the most.

PART I.

“This movie makes me want to cry,” Marco said, giving the television set a dirty look. Dylan tightened his hold on Marco’s shoulders. “It’s just a movie.” “Yeah, but stuff like that really happens.” Marco insisted. Paige rolled her eyes. “Gay AIDS ridden lawyers loose their jobs unfairly?” “Oh, do they kill over right after winning their case too?” Spinner laughed. Marco snickered at both of them.

Marco, Dylan, Paige, and Spinner were having their fifth double date and Paige had decided it should be a movie marathon date. They had now sat through Friday the 13th, Pretty in Pink, The Basketball Diaries, and Philadelphia. “You know what I mean,” Marco whimpered, “I didn’t make fun of your stupid movie pick!” “The Jason films are horror classics! Besides, you picked the ultra depressing mood killer- why are you crying about it?” “Because unlike you I happen to think with more than my stomach and dic-” “WOAH BOYS!” Paige cut into Marco’s come back. “Relax. The movies over so we can go back to our non-depressed, non-hostile selves. Okay?” “Well,” Dylan turned to Marco, “It’s late. I should probably take you home.” Spinner cleared his throat pointedly at the other end of the couch. “And you Spinner.”

After dropping Spinner off, Dylan only had to drive down two more streets before arriving at Marco’s. He parked in front of the house next to Marco’s as usual and turned off the engine. “Did you have fun tonight?” Dylan asked. Marco nodded. “I always have fun with you guys.” Dylan reached his hand over and placed it on Marco’s upper thigh. “I was thinking we could do something tomorrow; just us.” Marco looked down at the large hand on his thigh. How could such a simple touch raise so many lusty-wrong thoughts within him? Because you’re a horny teenage boy, said a tiny voice in Marco’s head. “That’d be nice.” “Great.” Dylan leaned in towards him for a good night kiss. The full, pouty lips that Dylan loved met his thin ones. The kiss was quicker than Dylan would have liked but it was sweet all the same. After pulling away Marco told Dylan good night, then hurried out of the car.

Dylan watched Marco enter his home’s gate and walk up the drive way before disappearing behind the front door. While pulling away from the neighbor’s house he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. Marco and his late night kisses weren’t always so innocent, in fact, lately they had been pretty heated. Not that Dylan was complaining. He was surprised by Marco’s intense physical response to him and his own in vice versa. He’d never wanted someone the way he wanted Marco. His attraction felt almost primal in nature and it worried him a little and he could tell it was worrying Marco too. So, they’d cooled off a little and gone on several double dates with Spinner and Paige in an attempt to keep their hands off each other, which Paige had been surprisingly up for. For Dylan it had taken away the temptations he was feeling, but hadn’t dampered his growing Lobito.

This brought a whole set of fears to Dylan’s mind about Marco and his relationship that he’d never anticipated. Dylan may have dated more than Marco but when it came to sex Dylan was as much of a virgin as he was. This made Dylan really subconscious about everything they did together because he felt like as the older guy in their relationship and the one who’d been out longer he was expected to be more experienced in every part of the “gay relationship” department. He also stupidly feared embarrassing himself and the more jockey side of his male ego by not being able to go further with Marco with out making his fears known. He didn’t want Marco to know that he was nervous and even a little scared, or anyone for that matter.

Dylan figured he could pretend he wasn’t nervous or scared easily. He was more worried about pulling off the lie physically. He knew plenty about all kinds of sexual acts and techniques, in theory- he’d just never put them to the test. That was what he worried about most; not being able to please his boyfriend and looking like a total idiot on top of that. That was why he was seeking lots of advice from friends. Dylan knew Marco and he would take things to the next level eventually and when they did he wanted to be ready.

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Marco sat in front of his bathroom mirror the next morning straightening his hair in preparation for his date with Dylan. Well, date was what Marco called it but he and Dylan didn’t go on real dates that much anymore. They usually just hung out together which was what Marco liked doing. They had gone from just dating to being boyfriends quickly and smoothly, becoming closer than Marco had ever dreamed. Dylan and him had a lot more in common than he thought and their differences made their relationship more interesting.

Dylan had gone from being the guy he could see himself hooking up with to the guy he could see himself falling in love with in a matter of months. This brought up all kinds of new exciting and at times frightening stuff that Marco had never given much thought to. One of the equally exciting and frightening things he was starting to think a lot about was sex.

From things Marco had heard around school and from Paige while she spoke off handedly about her brother Marco was left to assume that Dylan was sexually experienced with men and had been with women too (before he came out). This made Marco feel even younger than Dylan and he was afraid that he acted way younger too. Did Dylan think they were moving too slow? Did he want more than Marco was willing to offer yet? Marco didn’t just worry about what Dylan wanted- he worried about what he wanted too.

Marco’s first real kiss and first real make out session with another guy had been long over due, so once he got a taste of Dylan he felt like he couldn’t stop. It was like he was way behind everyone else in the race and needed (and wanted) to catch up. Now that him and Dylan had experienced just about all the joys there were to experience above the waste Marco had no idea what was coming next. He enjoyed what Dylan and him had done so far, but at least he’d had an idea of what to do in those situations. Below the belt stuff was completely foreign to him. Marco had no idea if he was ready for what was coming next and even though he knew sex wasn’t brain science he still felt a bit like a Junior High School kid compared to Dylan. That’s why despite all of what he considered childish fears Marco was determined to show Dylan he was no middle school kid, even if that meant going farther than he might want to.

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“I like the way you’ve been doing your hair, straight hair suits you.” Dylan complimented Marco. Marco and him where sitting in Marco’s cozy kitchen; eating the take out Chinese food Dylan had brought over for lunch. They often did this on days when both his mom and dad were definitely working late. “Maybe you should try it,” Marco teased, starring pointedly at Dylan’s messy flop of tangled, blond hair. Dylan shook his head, “No way.” Marco smirked. “Come on! I could do it for you after we eat.” “What do I get out of it?” Dylan asked. “I don’t know... maybe a kiss.” Marco said, playing along. “I hate to break this to you sweetie, but that’s not a great prize.” Marco slapped him playfully on the arm. “Be that way,” he pouted.

They finished their food and went up to Marco’s room. Marco played a mixed tape of music he’d made that he knew Dylan liked while Dylan helped Marco fold his laundry on his bed. Dylan smiled to himself, folding a third pair of Marco’s jeans. They reminded him of Paige’s pants, only smaller. They folded in a comfortable silence until Dylan let out a muffled laugh. “What-” Marco choked on his words as he saw what was in Dylan’s hands. A pair of Marco’s quite feminine underwear had ended up in what he’d meant to be a shirts and pants wash only. Why couldn’t he of accidentally washed some of his boxers instead of a pair of what looked like cheerleader’s black spankies?

“Okay, okay. Ha, ha- Marco wears girly underwear. You got me. Now fold them and set them aside.” Marco said. He could feel his pinkish blush turning bright red. Dylan didn’t seem to want to just move on and make things easy for Marco though. He gave Marco an evil look and held the underwear close to his chest. “Ummm… no, I think I’ll keep them.” “Keep them!” Marco yipped. “As evidence that I was right all along, I’m really dating a girl!” Dylan laughed. His boyfriend was just teasing but Marco was way too embarrassed to be in the mood for teasing.

“Put them down now!”

“No!”

“Give th-”

“No way!”

“Dylan!”

Marco chased Dylan around the room until he finally was able to pounce on him, causing Dylan to fall back on the bed and mess up piles of neatly folded clothes. This only fueled Marco’s fury which caused them to wrestle a-top the newly clean clothes until Marco got to the point that he was viciously tickling Dylan every where and any where he could reach. This eventually left Dylan with no choice but to use his upper body strength against Marco to chain him down to the bed. Both were breathing so hard that they sounded like they were hyperventilating.

Dylan was lying on top of Marco, pinning him to the bed with his body weight and holding his hands tightly above his head. Once they’d caught their breath Marco gave Dylan a defeated look. “Okay, you win.” Marco waited for Dylan to let him up, but he didn’t. He just kept staring down at Marco like Marco was a tasty treat he wanted to devour. Finally Dylan swooped down and kissed Marco so hard that his head was pressed roughly into the mattress.

Their tongues tangled furiously as if they were continuing their play fight in each others’ mouths. Marco moaned deep in his throat and felt Dylan smile against his mouth. They’d had some pretty hot make out sessions, but Marco had never felt Dylan’s body pressed against him like this and it felt good; really good. It wasn’t long before Dylan’s hands were roaming all over him like usual. Soon Dylan combined his aggressive touches with his lips on Marco’s neck and Marco melted against him.

They did their usual dance, only this time it was a lot rougher. Their hands eventually found their way under each others shirts and for the second time Dylan traced the smooth, tan skin of Marco’s torso; driving himself crazy. It didn’t help that Marco was driving him crazy too, running his hands up Dylan’s bare back and kissing Dylan’s ear just the way he liked it. They’d both felt beneath each others shirts a few times, but neither had actually fully removed any of their clothing until now. Dylan’s shirt ended up on the floor and Marco’s joined the rest of the pile of clothing on the bed.

Marco’s heart was beating so fast that he thought it would burst. He was entranced by the view of his boyfriend’s muscular upper body. He thought that he might die from the heat he was feeling inside himself and the feeling of Dylan’s erection suddenly pressing against his thigh only made him hotter. He was pretty sure Dylan could feel his erection as well but neither reacted to the others, they just continued with the motions. Dylan was kissing Marco’s chest now and Marco quickly realized they had definitely not done everything there was to do above the waist like he’d thought. This thought brought to mind Marco’s fears about his in-experience and suddenly his mind, which had been taken over temporarily by the needs of his horny teenage body, began to come back to him. What was he doing? Was getting half undressed with Dylan in his room in the house where his totally clueless parents could for some reason show up at any minute a good idea? Hell no, said that tiny little voice in Marco’s head- finally speaking up.

Marco pushed Dylan off of him with as much strength as he could muster. He jumped off the bed and scrabbled around looking for Dylan’s shirt. “Marco?” Dylan asked surprised, his lips still tasting of Marco’s torso. “What’s wrong?” “Your shirt!” Marco nearly screeched. He got down on all fours and looked under his bed then popped back up. “Your shirt...?” Dylan repeated, still in a haze. Marco walked around to the other side of the bed and shouted like a mad man, “Ah, ha! Found it!” He tossed Dylan’s shirt at him and grabbed one of his now wrinkled shirts from his bed and threw it on. Dylan continued to stare at him dumb founded.

“Marco, what’s going on? Did I do something wrong?” Dylan asked glumly. Marco ran his fingers through his hair in front of his full length mirror trying to make it look less like Dylan’s fingers had been tangled in it. “No, I just don’t think doing this here and now is such a hot idea.” He turned to face Dylan, who was still sitting shirtless on the bed. Dylan looked like Marco had just dumped him or something. “You’re not mad are you?” Marco asked timidly. Dylan shook his head and finally threw his shirt on. “Of course not, but I should probably go.” “Yeah,” Marco agreed,” That’s probably a good idea.”

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Marco’s parents arrived home three hours after Dylan left, but Marco was still glad he’d stopped things when he did. He had this bad feeling in his stomach though that Dylan thought he was a total baby now. Marco wanted to be mature, he wanted to make Dylan happy, but he now knew that when he was ready he would know and even though he’d liked what Dylan and him did he wasn’t ready to go any further than that. Marco hugged himself while he sat on his bed in the same spot Dylan had sat starring at him like he just didn’t get it. They needed to have a serious talk and if Dylan was the guy Marco thought he was he would be okay with Marco’s decision.