All Chapters of The Art of Life and Love: The First Spark: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

  Dillon flashed another smile at Tony as he sat on the couch in front of him. He knew why Tony sat down, and that made his face heat up a couple degrees. Not good at all, especially with his parents fifteen feet away in the kitchen. The blush creeped further up his face and he felt the pull of arousal in his lower belly, so he thought it a good idea to retreat. With a wink, Dill pivoted on his heels and made for the kitchen. He heard Tony adjust himself in his seat and grinned to himself.  Dad had gathered all the plates and silverware, while mom folded the cloth napkins, which she

  Dillon bolted back upstairs. When he got there, he noticed Tony had moved all the cold stuff in glass bowls and the basket of sliced Italian bread onto the small table next to the service. Mom's good silver spoons were in them to serve with. Dillon made it to the kitchen and started to move all the sternos followed by the food filled trays to the dining room. Perhaps he did go a little nuts with all the sternos and trays when they could have just gotten their food from the kitchen. Although, he was a chef and he enjoyed that it was almost like he had catered for his family. Tony came out with more trays and with those, they had finally moved everything over.

  After they had exchanged lists they sat around the table and talked about this and that for a while. Mom made some awesome coffee, which Dillon had loaded up with Splenda and vanilla creamer. Tony of course, showed his poor taste when he had his black. His hate for black coffee had become a joke to Tony, but Dillon was serious. Of all the delicious favours out there,

       December 24th, 2010: Friday: Winter                              ~~~~~~~

  "Back when I was around seven years old… God I can't believe I'm tellin' this… that I'm sayin' it out loud. Whatever… Actually, lemme give you some back story first. It all started with my grandparents. My dad's parents specifically. My blood grandmother had died years before I was born. My grandfather got remarried to the grandmother that

  'Happy' didn't describe it well at all. Was there a word to describe how intense the warmth in his heart was at that very moment? He tried to compos

  Tony opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The first thing he registered was the soreness in his arm. He tried to move it, but he felt that Dillon had laid his head on it. They had fallen asleep together with Dillon's head on his chest. It was something they only did when one needed assurance. It wasn't that they didn't enjoy it, they were just generally more comf

  Forty-five minutes passed before Dillon got out of the shower. Tony had knocked on the door to ask if he was alright and he got a "Yea, be right out!". When he finally

  As Tony stood under the hot water as it pelted down on him, he actually allowed himself to feel everything. Dillon was right, as he let himself feel and then release such pain, he started to feel better. That didn't change the fact that it hurt his heart.

  They were on the road to their destination. Center City awaited them! It was rather cold out, around the low forties, which Tony didn't appreciate. That didn't matter though, he was excited. He would make it a night Dillon would remember for(hopefully) a long time. Truth be told, he was a little worried that the kid wouldn't really