Heading your way [Mikey]

[dustin wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]It was a rare Saturday – it was a day off. From both school and work – it meant he had time to see friends! More importantly, he had time to see his boyfriend. It had been a while, almost an entire week since he had seen him. The boy knew Mikey was going to be furious.. because though he hadn’t had time to see him, he had time to get tutored by this kind history teacher. The thought made him flinch. He was such a bad boy – still he promised himself that he would.. that today, it would be Mikey’s day. He just hoped the other to be in a kind mood. Breathing in slowly, he reached up and roughly knocked on the dorm door. Waiting a moment, he pushed the door open and closed it behind him, looking around. ”..Mikey..?” He called out softly, looking around cautiously. He knew the other would be here. He was always here. ”I am.. sorry for barging in..”. He apologized softly, and then walked over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. It.. seemed he wasn’t in? Frowning, the boy flopped backwards on the bed before sighing. He lay there a few moments, before moving to rest his head on the other’s pillow. Tightly hugging it close.. he smiled and nuzzled the cloth. Perhaps he was out getting food.. that made sense. Staying still a moment, he plucked up the book on the side table and cracked it open. He started to skim it, some notebook from class he assumed. Mikey was so much smarter than himself.. Dustin worked hard not only to stay in school, but to impress his handsome lover. Because that is what good boy’s did! They got good grades and behaved, cause it made their darlings happy.. Sighing, he lay on his side, his eyes casually scanning the notebook while he waited, naivly assuming this wasn’t a bad act, skimming someone’s personal journal. Sometimes he was just such a bad child without meaning to be. [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[mikey di lorio]

The shower hadn’t worked well for him. He’d heard somewhere that a cold shower was good for tired people. Lies. All lies. Mikey had only managed to shiver through the entire event before quickly drying off and heading outside for some sunlight. He’d punch whoever had given him such rotten advice. In short, he’d been out trying to warm up by randomly jogging around campus, stopping every so often to shake his hair like a wet dog. He’d made sure he had been hidden of course. Di Lorio’s did not simply run around shaking themselves dry like animals, as effective as it could be in the little sunlight there was. Why had he been attempting to wake himself up with such drastic measures anyway? Well, he hadn’t wanted to go back to sleep. Mikey loved sleeping until noon as much as the next man, but his dreaming had gotten a little…out of hand. Yes, as proud as Mikey Di Lorio was he still had to admit to himself that one other person invaded his dreams almost daily. His adorable boyfriend, Dustin.

He couldn’t help that he just happened to picture the boy’s face in his sleep. That was natural right? Mikey chewed on his lip as he thought on this. Perhaps it had to do with the lack of interaction with his man. Yes, his Dusty was all his after all, they were dating. The no good brat hadn’t come around even once all week! All week, Mikey had oscillated between feeling lonely and feeling angry. What could be taking up his precious Dustin’s time so much? It wasn’t like the guy to ignore him so much…Had he taken double shifts at his job that he wasn’t allowed to worry about? The possibilities had been eating at him for a few days now. He ignored the sudden prick on pain as he finally chewed through his lip. “I should find my Chapstick…” the senior muttered as he took the familiar path back to his dorm room. He really needed to stop biting his lip, it was disgusting. He needed to be well kept, and that included keeping his lips perfect. Honestly, what was wrong with him? Mikey continued berating himself for his horrible habits. The young man almost didn’t notice the door to his room open. Strange, he didn’t have a room mate…

Quietly he peeked into the room, tensing as he readied to find some sort of sly student trying to dig up a little dirt on him. Blackmail wasn’t an uncommon thing in father’s life, why shouldn’t it be similar for himself? It wasn’t that at all. In fact, the intruder was someone a little more pleasing to his eye. He studied the other for a moment, the site of Dustin laying on his bed almost a little surreal to him. Wait a minute…was that his notebook? Why was he reading his notebook? “Dustin?” he asked loudly, staring down at the brunette from the doorway. “Not that I mind seeing you after all this time, but care to explain what you’re doing with my notebook?” he asked walking towards the younger male calmly before snatching the notebook back. He really couldn’t have care either way for the damn thing. After all it was only some notebook, but Mikey was just angry he’d been neglected. He did his best to make Dustin feel wanted, loved even. Was it too much to ask for the same in return?

Mikey couldn’t deny he was excited to see him though. He’d missed him even if they were going to the same school. They had different classes, and different rooms and it was just hectic. So maybe it was a little mean to overreact over something he didn’t even care about, but he was upset and he would make it clear to Dustin. As much as he loved him, sometimes he really needed to be corrected. He narrowed his eyes at the other waiting for an explanation. “Well?” he prompted coldly, carefully watching so that he didn’t lash out at Dustin too soon. No that would be later. He needed to make a point first.
03A89E

[dustin wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]As the book got snatched, Dustin jumped. Slowly sitting up, his eyes widen a bit. So, it seemed Mikey was back - and furious. Swallowing hard.. he sat up straight and forced a nervous smile for his love, trying to keep his voice unshaken. ”..I was just..skimming, sorry..” He whispered this faintly before shaking his head lightly, tightly closing his eyes. He was so angry.. no..no..! Inching away from the other a bit, Dustin brought his knees close and hugged them tightly, a tad shaken. ”I am sorry for not being around! ..things have.. been really busy at work, and I have been getting lots of tutoring from Blue-Sensei and some Senpai's..” Going silent for now, he flinched under the other's gaze. He didn't want to get punished.. he was trying hard to be a good boy! He was always a bad boy though.. he should know this by now. Always a bad bad boy. Breathing in slowly.. before moving on to his knees. Once in that position, he reached and wrapped his arms around the other, nuzzling his face into the other's neck. There was no way.. he could get out of this, but perhaps ..if he was affectionate, Mikey wouldn't be mad..? such a false hope, but he still tried, nosing under the boy's ear, whispering. ”I-I missed you..” [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[mikey di lorio]

Mikey’s glare didn’t waver as he watched the brunette squirm under it. He was used to squirming. It was Dustin after all. The young man ignored the small smile because he knew better by now. He knew when Dustin was trying to hide something. He frown only deepened at the lousy reply, but he didn’t press the other for a better answer. He was much more interested in why exactly he hadn’t seen the stuttering idiot all week. Didn’t he realize how much effort it took to fight his bouts of sulking? He only arched an eyebrow at the explanation. In his opinion, it was weak just like its creator. He’d had known about the struggling the other had been going through for a while. Unfortunately he wasn’t allowed to help, and therefore had to sit on the sidelines and wait for his dearest Dusty to come find him instead of the other way around… Not that he always sat on his ass waiting. He got out, got distracted. He’d had a lot of time lately to write some emails to his father with little reports on his schooling. Tedious as it was, he still needed to keep up the appearance of a loyal, obedient son. His poor senile father simply wasn’t ready to notice or even realize Mikey had grown out of such naivety a long time ago.

“Any improvement as you had hoped?” he asked, his speech becoming more concise than usual. He forced himself to stay still at the younger boy offered his affections, the exact thing he’d been craving. Not that he would admit it, but sometimes he was just too proud. Even now around Dustin’s sugary sweet love he felt something in the pit of his stomach souring the moment. He was still angry, despite best efforts. Oh well. “If you missed me so much you could have come see me.” He countered gently, his voice betraying a sharp edge in his words. Mikey lifted a hand stroking his companion’s head slowly as he inhaled Dustin’s scent. Nuzzling the Dustin’s silky hair, he reached downwards to rub the boy’s back. “Right Dustin?” he added, his voice hardening as he didn’t bother to control it anymore. He didn’t want to hurt the boy, but simply make him remember a point. He kneaded roughly at Dustin’s back waiting for a small falter in Dustin’s expression. He watched for that small wince of pain that would show him where the last healing bruise could be. The old target he would soon hurt again.

“It hurts when I don’t see you sometimes…” Mikey confessed, lowering his mouth next to his boyfriend’s ear. Maybe it was strange to feel such a mix of affection and anger for a person at the same time, but he had always come to feel that way about Dustin. He just got bored of being without him.
03A89E

[dustin wood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=style,border: 5px double acacac;][bg=#dbdbdb][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=valign,top,true] [STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 1px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; margin-left: 2px; border: 5px double acacac;][/style] [STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]Keeping his arms around his lover, Dustin whispered a weak apology to the other's words..before slowly nodding. He gave a soft yes, because there had been improvement. His tests didn't seem as hard lately! He still struggled with math and yet, even there, things were looking up for him. He breathed in slowly.. hoping the other would understand his lack of visits. "I-I didn't have time Mikey..between class, and tutoring and working, I have been swamped.. but the season for visitors is over! I am going to have more free time.. f..for you!" He said this happily, but he knew it wouldn't matter to the other. It was now that mattered, not the future.. As Mikey pressed into the bruise, Dustin's fingers gripped the other's shirt. His body tensed up and he pressed into the male, trying to escape his hand as a weak, pained whimper escaped before the boy covered his mouth to muffle it. He hated the man hearing him whimper, or show any weakness. Dustin wanted to yank away, to curl up, but he knew he couldn't. So the american child stayed still.. pulling his head back only slightly to stare at him, a soft smile for the other.. cupping the boy's face and he gave a weak kiss to the other's lips. "Please forgive me.. I'll make up the time we..were apart?" He asked this gently.. kissing his cheek as he let a hand rest on the other's chest, a nervous swallow.. hoping the other would be distracted from harming him.. just maybe, though his hope we low - in fact, he paused.. realizing this might make it worse. The other already thought he was not to be trusted. He bit his lip adn looekd away, not realizing how much more guilty this made him look. [/style]

Credit to Memzard of BTN

[mikey di lorio]

He supposed Dustin’s improvement in school was a good thing. After all if he gradually became an excellent student he wouldn’t need tutoring. No tutoring meant they would have more time to be together, and that was ultimately his goal. However the wait was torture, but he didn’t complain…too much. He had ways of occupying himself. He wasn’t supposed to worry anyway. “That’s good.” The male muttered to himself as he listened to Dustin’s explanation. How boring of an excuse...Mikey’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles as he watched the other tense up under the pain. He stroked the boy’s hair as he suppressed his small cry of pain. Even if Dustin tried to hide it he could pick out the small tells Dustin had. Whether it was a small twitch near his lips, or a hitch in his speaking he could some how always tell when something hurt. He was good at picking out those kinds of signs. Maybe he should have learned to play poker. It was all right. The faster they got through with this the sooner he could feel better.

The senior gently kissed back his boyfriend not about to deny him of a simple kiss. “Will you really?” Mikey asked coolly as he slowly lifted the boy’s shirt before moving his hand underneath it, his fingers again clamping down on the tender skin. At the moment there didn’t seem anything to boy could do to make it up to him. Would he forgive him? Could he forgive him? The fourth year dug in his fingernails into a bit of Dustin’s back as the boy avoided his eyes. Forgiving was kind of hard when he was in such a foul mood though. It didn’t look like he had his boyfriend’s attention now. He kept quiet as he wondered why, and what exactly Dustin was feeling guilty about. Not seeing him, or possibly something else? The idea bothered him. Wasn’t he good enough for the boy? Of course he was, but the nagging thought that Dustin’s attention was elsewhere wouldn’t disappear.

That was enough. Mikey’s hand curled up into a fist which he immediately slammed into the other’s gut. He wanted the younger male’s attention. No, he demanded the other’s attention immediately. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, please.” He asked casually. “I don’t want you to zone out while we’re talking.” What was that saying? You hurt the one you love?
03A89E

[dustin wood]

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[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]A[/style] gentle gasp was heard, the boy's head falling against the other's shoulder. Not even able to give a pained whimper, his fingers knotted in the man's shirt, biting his lip as he nestled his face against the other's chest. He didn't want to look at him - because he knew the other would just get angry. Still, fighting with himself and the tears in his eyes, the other slowly sat up, staring at the man. "..I'm sorry". He rasped this out before just using a sleeve to quickly wipe at a tear, praying to everything that the other had not seen it. That was the last thing he needed, more punishing. He was softly shaking now, pulling away from the other and scooted back - creating space. "I always listen when you are talking. I really do..!". Pulling his knees close, slowly, the boy rest his forehead there. He seemed startled, frightened. "Please don't be mad at me.. I haven't done anything bad! J..just been going from school to work, I don't hang out with anyone!". Aside from his tutor, but the boy felt that didn't count, right? He was the boy's teacher, not a fellow peer. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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