The entire house smelled absolutely incredible as Dillon wound his way through it to step outside for a cigarette. The clock on the wall in the kitchen had read seven thirty, so Ethan's friend should be there any minute. It was a later dinner than usual, but nobody seemed to care much. They usually ate dinner late, then went to bed early to rise early the next day.

  "Ant, this is where you gotta show yer forgiveness. After everything with Lisa, he forgave you. He even forgave her-"   

  "It's dumb I can't talk while it dissolves. Like, why? But I digress- it's not that bad. More of an annoyance 'cause I can't talk or smoke or eat. Just tastes like orange with a medicinal aftertaste. Not great, but not terrible. It works, that's all I care about,

  Before-sex prep sucked, at least for Tony. Regardless how careful Dillon was or how much lube was used, there was always a sharp ache in the beginning. Jaw clenched and eyes closed, he laid back and let Dillon do his thing. To his credit, the kid was as careful and tender as he possibly could be. As soon as they got to three fingers, Tony had relaxed enough to fully feel the pleasure when Dillon crooked his finger slightly. The prostate was really something.   Uncomfortably empty after he pulled his fingers out, Tony watched in nervous excitement as Dillon slicked himself up.

  Despite the fact that Dillon usually stayed pretty loose and relaxed when they had sex frequently, he was pretty tense there on the beach. It was natural, he supposed. Besides, on days where he was active like he was that day, Dillon didn't stay loose as long. Not that it made a difference to either of them. In fact, it was even better. The tighter, the more incredible.