Chapter 5: Remember Your Place

  About an hour later, Tony's ears perked up when he heard the deadbolt disengage as Dillon turned his key. It was show time! As the door opened, he fixed a scowl on his face and crossed his arms. The plan was to act as angry and hurt as he could. While he was genuinely angry and hurt, it had reduced significantly after he satisfied his stomach. He wanted to get it through Dillon's head that he should be careful what he wished for. If he stoked Tony's possessiveness, there would be consequences. No way he'd allow it to slip Dillon's mind that he belonged to Tony. No one else!

  Once he shut the door behind him, Dillon came into the apartment with a reserved, wary expression as he saw how upset Tony looked. Perfect, that was exactly what he wanted. Without a word, Dillon set his bags down and walked to stand in front of him. It looked like he was genuinely remorseful, as he wouldn't meet his eyes. Tony tapped his foot impatiently a couple times as he thought how he wanted to play things.

  "Why the fuck would you do this? On my birthday, no less… I'm pissed… and hurt. Now that I know that there's some fuckin' dude out there that wants you, I'm gonna remind you of yer place," Tony said tightly. On the outside, his demeanor was dangerous, but on the inside he had to suppress a smirk. "First though, yer gonna tell me why you pulled this little performance." 

  "I- I, uhm… m'sorry dude, I really didn't m-mean to-"

  "BULL FUCKIN' SHIT, DILLON! DON'T. FUCKIN'. LIE. TO. ME!" He shouted and punched the couch cushion next to him hard. Perhaps he should tone it down a bit, since he didn't like how badly Dillon jumped at that. "You knew I'd get like this- why would you intentionally tell me that some guy tried to take you from me?!" He added heatedly.

  "T-Tony, pl-please let m-me explain?" He asked in a subdued, broken voice as Tony noticed tears form in his eyes. If he didn't find his temper inflamed again, he would have stopped to comfort him. Instead, he stayed quiet and stared at him as he continued. "I've never b-been hit on before or been given a number… I didn't know h-how to react! It was botherin' me! I-I wo-wouldn't have been able to not tell you, I felt guilty and dirty! The whole time I felt his fuckin' eyes on me and I had to vent it to you- I couldn't keep it in, it really upset me! M'so-sorry To-Tony, m's-sorry!"

  For a few minutes, Tony didn't know how to respond. Initially, he had been convinced of an ulterior motive behind Dillon's actions, but even when directly confronted he didn't back down and maintained his innocence. Maybe the kid really just felt guilty and felt the need for Tony to reassure him. Instead, he was met with accusations and shouts from the person he should be able to go to for said reassurance. If it really had been the first time someone else had expressed interest in him in such a way, Tony could somewhat understand his confusion. 

  Great, he felt rather guilty now, but not enough to fully tamp down his irritation. There still wasn't a reason that he could think of that Dillon would share such information other than to work him up, even if he wasn't sure how to react. Without a doubt, the kid had to have known it would fire him up. Eventually, he settled on a compromise. While Dillon needed a lesson for such a performance, he would tone his temper down a bit. For some reason, he decided to teach said lesson in a different manner. 

  One more moment of thought later, Tony stood and stepped up to him. There was fear in Dillon's eyes, which hit him with a pang of guilt. Every second that passed after, he felt the anger start to dissipate more and more. With the haze of rage clear from his mind, it looked like Dillon had a classic case if 'Guilty-Conscience Syndrome'. Even with his anger rapidly diminished, he still had to teach the kid a lesson. He still had to show him who he belonged to, who he hurt with the knowledge that someone else wanted him. He belonged to and hurt Tony.

  Dillon jumped a bit when he put his hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him. Very slowly, Tony reached up to frame his jaw with his hand. As he deepened the kiss, Dillon moaned softly and surrendered control to him. Once they separated to catch their breath, he wiped the rogue tear he saw run down Dillon's face. He really didn't plan it, did he? Somehow, he could feel that Dillon had been truthful through the kiss they'd just shared. It made him feel like a fool that he jumped the gun so quickly. Tony was pulled from his thoughts when Dillon furrowed his brow in the most adorable way, clearly confused by his sudden shift in mood.

  "Yer not dirty… I jumped the gun, I- uh, I'm sorry I yelled. You understand why I did though, right? You admitted you've done shit like this in the past to get me jealous," Tony said softly as he hugged Dillon tighter to him.

  "Yea no, I totally understand, but I learned how wrong of me that was. I would never do that to you now… not since Thanksgiving. I know how it feels now to think that someone else might take yer most precious person away. That's why I'm so insistent that I didn't plan this… it would have weighed on my heart if I said nothing," Dillon responded. The tension that had been set in his shoulders since he arrived started to ease some. "I really am sorry that I hurt you, or led you to think that I'd ever even consider-"

  "-I trust you," Tony cut in as he held his hand up. "I don't trust seedy waiters givin' their number to customers, tryin' to take what's mine. I believe you, but I'mma still remind you of what nobody else can do for you. You'll remember yer place when I'm through," he said in a low, whiskey smooth tone. Dillon audibly swallowed at that.

  "Yes Sir. Any punishment you find just." There was that tension again. Well hopefully, he would soon enough prove to Dillon that he was sorry. It hadn't been his intention to full-on scare the kid, jolt him to attention. 

  "Get yer into yer spot and wait for me." Tony turned him around and pointed him in the direction of the bedroom. With a nod, Dillon obeyed as he removed his clothes on the way. 

  As he removed his shirt, he thought about what he planned to do. Instead of rough, dominant Tony, he wanted to be gentle and passionate Tony. It felt important to him that he show Dillon that nobody else could love him like he could. There was more than one way to remind someone of their place and that time he chose to remind him with pleasure and love. Not to mention, he felt bad about his outburst and didn't want to take his irritation out on the kid anymore. It was Tony's birthday, he wanted it to be happy and relaxed. He couldn't help but grin as he imagined Dillon get ready to be dominated and punished, only to be loved tenderly. 

  Their intimate lives didn't consist exclusively of rough, dom/sub type sex. It would be more accurate to say each time they were together was unique and on a spectrum. Sometimes it was rough, sometimes slow, or anywhere on the spectrum in between. Whatever mood they were in at that particular moment usually decided how their intimacy would go. Actually, if one were to average out the frequency of rough sex to 'love making', they had more tender moments than brutal ones. 

  Again, Tony forced himself from his thoughts and made his way back to the bedroom once he removed his pants. For good luck, he cracked his knuckles and neck as he went. The sight that met him as he pushed the door open had him anxious to get the show on the road. Dillon knelt on his knees on the floor next to the bed, with a towel spread under him and the jaw brace out. Normally, he would happily oblige, but he had different plans. When he reached Dillon, he ran his hands through his hair, then pulled so he was forced to look up at him. 

  "No brace this time. Up on the bed for me?" As soon as Tony asked that question, the intensity of the heat in Dillon's eyes exploded. Without a moment to waste, he let go of Dillon's hair as he hastily obeyed and laid on his back in the middle of the bed. He used a couple pillows to prop himself upright a little bit as Tony followed suit. "I'm gonna show you that nobody- nobody at all- can love you like I can. So I'm gonna make yer toes curl as you see heaven, how's that sound?" He added in a whisper.

  "F-fuck, yea, yea I'll make it through somehow," Dillon said breathily. A beautiful blush had already started to creep up his face and all Tony had done was speak while he gently stroked him. "Love you, man." 

  "You too, Dill. Always." Without notice, Tony swallowed him to the base, which earned him a spectacular groan. Up and down he went for a minute. Soon he felt Dillon's hand in his hair, right before he ran out of breath and had to surface. 

  The look of awe that Dillon had fixed upon him made him blush himself. It was unusual for Tony to be brought to a blush so quickly, but it didn't matter. Ever so gingerly, he used a finger to rub around Dillon's most intimate area in a silent bid for entrance. As soon as he glanced up, Dillon nodded. With a smile, Tony reached over onto the nightstand for the lube, squeezed some into his hand, and swallowed him to the base again as he lubed up the area. It helped Dillon to get through the initial discomfort of prep if he had Tony's mouth on him to distract him. 

  "Tell me if I'm goin' too quick. I want this to only be good for you, so be upfront yea?" Tony said in his suavest voice as he came up for air again.

 "Ok, yea you got it," he replied, his gaze full of heat as Tony flicked his eyes upward.