Story: Del Rossi Nerves
Chapter: 11
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Darco
Rating: PG-13



Chapter 11
Still mortified, Marco slowly removed his hands that were covering his face, after hearing the front door close as Ellie left.

Eyes still on the floor, Marco scooted his chair back, picking up his plate, and carried it to the kitchen sink. Avoiding everyone's eyes, he hurriedly left the kitchen and almost running, headed for the stairs.

"Marco..." He heard Dylan call to him, but all Marco wanted to do was to hide in their room until everyone forgot how he mortified himself in front of everybody. Everyone except Dylan, most likely, who probably found this whole situation quite hilarious.

"Wow, just wow," Alex said, after Marco left.

Paige looked at her brother. "Seriously, Dylan."

"What?" Dylan responded to his sister.

"Can't you tone it down some? Obviously you are doing something for Marco have sex on the brain."

Dylan stared at his sister. "Firstly, dear sister, my sex life, and Marco's, for that matter, is none of your business. And lay off Marco."

"Why? It's fun." Alex pitched in.

Dylan cut his waffle with his fork. "He's mortified enough as it is, he doesn't need you to make him feel worse. Just leave him alone, Alex."

"Geez, fine, Dad," Alex said sarcastically.

Paige giggled.

Dylan glared at his sister, and cocked his eyebrow up.

Paige stopped immediately, going back to her food.

"Sorry," Paige muttered.

Dylan shook his head, as he left the table with his plate in hand. Placing his plate next to the sink, he grabbed a paper towel, and placed the bacon he saved for Marco on it.

Taking the paper towel, he stopped before he left the kitchen, and addressed his sister.

"We're leaving for Mom's and Dad's in thirty minutes, Paige," Dylan told his sister. "Please try to be ready."

"What? You're not going to help me clean up??" Paige asked her brother.

"That's what Alex is for."

Paige burst out laughing. "Alex? Clean?"

"I'd help ya, sis, but I have a Marco to cheer up." Dylan told her, as he turned to leave the kitchen.

"You know, if you guys wouldn't have sex-a-thons every night, he wouldn't have embarrassed himself and wouldn't need cheering up!" Alex said loudly to Dylan as he left.

Dylan took his free hand and flipped off Alex behind his back.

"Oh, real mature, Michalchuk!"

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Dylan opened the door to their room, and found a lump in their bed. Marco had hidden himself under the covers, and had sandwiched his head between two pillows, trying to hide.

Closing the door, Dylan placed the paper towel that had the bacon in it on the nightstand. Dylan scooted to lay on the right side of Marco, whose face was obscured by the pillow he had crushed his face into.

"Marco, honey," Dylan said gently, before placing a hand on Marco's back. Marco tensed up at Dylan's touch, not wanting to come out to see the world.

Dylan sighed. "Baby," he said to Marco, and he removed the top pillow that was covering the back of Marco's head. Dylan leaned in next to Marco, getting as close to him as he could, as he put a strand of Marco's hair behind his ear.

"You're just gonna laugh." Marco mumbled into the pillow.

"No I won't, and why would I?" Dylan asked, kissing Marco's ear, the only part of Marco he could see.

"Because you find it funny."

"Marco, I don't really find situations that make you uncomfortable funny. It was slightly humorous, maybe, but I wouldn't laugh at you." Dylan told him.

Marco still didn't move.

"Come on, Marco..." Dylan said, as he tried to pull Marco up, with Marco not moving an inch. "I brought you some bacon that I saved for you."

Marco's head turned to look at Dylan. "Really?"

Dylan motioned towards the paper towel to Marco's left.

Marco sat up in an instant and turned around to face Dylan, as he moved the paper towel to his lap. "You saved bacon for me?"

"Yes, see how much I love you?" Dylan said teasingly.

Marco smiled sheepishly. "You never let me have your bacon, though."

"Well, I'll let you this once," Dylan winked at Marco, as he picked up a piece of bacon. "Open."

Marco opened his mouth as Dylan fed him the bacon. After the bacon was gone, Dylan leaned towards Marco to kiss his bacon-flavored lips, sweetly, yet filled with love. Marco returned the kiss, opening his mouth to take Dylan's tongue in, as it moved into Marco's open mouth tenderly.

"Mmm," Dylan said, breaking the kiss. "I love bacon-flavored kisses."

Marco chuckled as he looked at his boyfriend. "I love you."

Dylan looked at Marco, who wasn't as embarrassed, but hadn't forgotten what happened downstairs either. "You doing better now?"

Marco nodded. "Yeah, a little."

Dylan kissed him lightly, before getting up and heading for the closet. "Paige and I have to go to the house, you want to come?"

Marco watched Dylan, as he tried to find a shirt to wear. He loved the way his arm muscles moved as he browsed through the closet. "Oh, no, you guys go."

"You sure?" Dylan asked, moving his head to look back at Marco.

"No, it's fine, I need to register for classes online anyway," Marco replied.

Dylan grabbed a striped green sweater, and turned around to face Marco as he put it on. "Okay. My parents are going to want to see you before I leave though, just to tell you."

Marco started to nod, and stopped as he heard the last of Dylan's sentence, before he looked down, getting very quiet.

"I shouldn't have said that." Dylan stated.

"No, no..I just don't want to think about that yet," Marco said. "Or ever."

Dylan crouched down by the bed to look up at Marco, reaching for his hand. "I know, me, neither." Dylan stood up and leaned to kiss Marco's forehead. "I'm sorry I said that."

Marco shook his head, as to say 'never mind.'

Dylan grabbed his yellow jacket, and put it on. "I'll probably won't be back until later this afternoon, you sure you don't want to come?"

Marco looked up at Dylan, shaking his head. "No, you guys go."

Dylan gave his boyfriend a small smile, before he leaned into cradle Marco's face, who looked up at him, as he kissed his lips ever so softly. Dylan's eyes squeezed shut, as he continued to kiss Marco lovingly.

Dylan stood up, as he grabbed his wallet and keys from the dresser before heading towards the door.

"I love you, Marco."

Marco smiled up at his boyfriend. "Love you too, honey."