Title: Del Rossi Nerves
Rating: R
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Season/Spoiler: Up to Season 6, "Sunglasses at Night."
A/N: Want more? Then comment!!


"All the President's Men," Ellie replied. "It's for class."

"Can we watch?" Marco asked her.

"Fine. But no funny business." Ellie pointed to Marco.

"Ok, ok. We can behave. Can't we, Dylan?" Marco asked, looking up towards his boyfriend.

Dylan paused. "Um, sure..." He said, with much uncertainty.

Marco kicked Dylan in the knee.

"What?" Dylan mouthed to Marco.

Ellie shook her head, before turning back to the movie, with a notebook in her hand for notes.

After about 10 minutes, Dylan kissed Marco lightly on his forehead before heading upstairs. Dylan could never sit through the "boring drama movies" as he put it. Marco slightly frowned at the absence of his boyfriend, but didn't want to leave Ellie all alone, especially when it was becoming more obvious how he had been neglecting her.

Ellie understood that Dylan was only here for a short time, and Marco wanted to take advantage of that. She just got tired of hearing every syllable of it. After another 20 minutes, Marco got to get bored of the movie as well, as it took all his willpower not to fall asleep. Ellie wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings, and was completely surrounded by her legal pads and notebooks.

Marco quietly got up from the couch to go upstairs to find Dylan. Their door was halfway open, and before walking in, Marco could see Dylan. Laying on his stomach, Dylan was resting on their bed with his elbows on the mattress, like he was reading a book or magazine. His bare foot danced in the air occassionally, not aware that his boyfriend was watching him affectionately. Marco's eyes were focused on Dylan's buttocks, which were trapped in his hot, tight jeans.

Without making a sound, Marco entered the room, hoping not to be noticed. Grinning evily, he tickled the back of Dylan's foot that was laying on the bed.

"Ahh!" Dylan jumped, as he wiggled his feet. "Marco, you know I'm ticklish there!"

Marco laughed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist, you looked so hot." He crawled on the bed to lay to the side of Dylan, to see what he was reading. A NHL magazine, of course. He put his arm around his neck and brought him closer to his own face, before kissing him sweetly.

Dylan returned the kiss, slowly and gently, before putting his hand through Marco's hair.

"Mmm," Dylan breathed. "What was that for?"

Marco laughed. "Do you really need a reason?"

"No, of course not. Just surprised me, that's all," Dylan said, combing a piece of Marco's hair behind his ear.

"Isn't I love you enough?" Marco asked him.

Dylan grinned. "Of course," he told Marco, before kissing him again, this time more passionately. Dylan moved more towards Marco to get better access to Marco's lips. While their tongues were exploring each other, Dylan moved each of Marco's legs around his waist. Marco moved downwards on the pillows on the bed, making Dylan lean downwards to keep kissing him. Dylan started to move his hips slowly, making Marco's anticipation grow even more.

"Mmmmm, baby..." Marco murmured, diving his tongue right back into Dylan's mouth. Marco slowly moved the fabric on Dylan's back upwards, signaling to Dylan to remove it. Unlocking his lips from Marco's, Dylan had his shirt off in seconds, and swiftly took Marco's off before diving right back into their kissing.

Marco hands were placed firmly on Dylan's buttocks, forcing Dylan to crash into Marco more forcefully. Marco wanted more, and he wanted it right away. Marco moved his hands underneath Dylan's jeans, and then underneath Dylan's boxers, and started to knead Dylan's butt cheeks, which always drove Dylan wild.

"Ahh, oh, fuck. Marco."

Dylan quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down and off his legs, springing himself free. Marco started to do the same, but also was looking into the drawer next to the bed for protection. Grinning at what Dylan uncovered by taking his jeans off, Marco found the bottle he was looking for, but couldn't find any protection.

"Oh, fuck me," Marco muttered.

"Um, I'm trying to!" Dylan replied.

Marco turned back around towards Dylan, with a nervous expression on his face.

"What?" Dylan asked, concerned.

"We're out of condoms."

"What? You're kidding, right?" Dylan asked, inspecting the drawer that Marco had open. "Oh, fuck..."

Dylan suddenly looked at Marco and shifted his eyes towards the door.

"Dylan, she already thinks we're sex freaks. I don't think Ellie is going to give us a condom." Marco replied.

"Well, it's either ask Ellie or no sex. I vote for ask Ellie, because this isn't going away anytime soon." Dylan said, pointing towards his genitals.

Marco sighed. "Where's your hoodie?"

Dylan pointed towards the closet. Marco put his boxers and some sweats on, and then he put on Dylan's hoodie. At this moment, Marco was grateful Dylan was so much taller than him, as his hoodie went halfway to his knee on Marco, making it easy for Marco to hide things, such as what the lower half of his body was thinking.

Marco pounded down the stairs, to where Ellie was finishing up the movie.

"Hey, El!" Marco squeaked, when he got to the living room.

"What's with you?" Ellie asked, looking at Marco puzzled.

Putting his hands into the pockets, and stretching the hoodie out, Marco nervously asked what he desperately needed at that moment.

"I was wondering if I could borrow a...um, condom." Marco said, blushing.

Ellie turned to glare at Marco. "You've GOT to be kidding me!"