| Chapter 9: Marcus' Story | |
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| Jason Hawk | Jul 9 2013, 05:30 AM Post #1 |
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Marcus had barely cleared the baggage check when Stefan threaded his way through the crowd to throw himself into his arms. Marcus laughed, dropping his bag to wrap his arms around the smaller man and bury his face in his dark hair, enjoying the simple pleasure of smelling his hair product and cologne. “Hey beautiful,” he said, quietly. “I’m so glad you’re safe,” came the muffled reply from his shoulder. Hand in hand the two men left the airport and slid into the back seat of a car that waited for them. On the way Marcus was silent, happy to simply listen to Stefan complain about Tokyo. He didn’t care. It was good to be home. It was late evening when he arrived home and his favourite meal was awaiting him. Stefan sat at his side, playfully stealing food from his plate, or attempting to feed him as they chatted and finished off a bottle of wine. A second bottle accompanied them back upstairs where they’d enjoyed a long, hot shower together before stumbling from the ensuite to the bed to get reacquainted. *** Marcus lay on his back in bed, the cool, clean sheets feeling luxurious against his bare skin. Stefan was curled up against him, his head resting on Marcus’ chest. Periodically he would take a drag off of a cigarette and then pass it back to Marcus to smoke. “… And I hope you know that I’m not letting you leave the house for at least a month,” Stefan said, looking up at Marcus. “You’re not letting me?” Marcus asked, teasingly. “That’s right. I want attention and pampering and lazy poolside sex,” Stefan replied, his smile broadening. Marcus laughed. “You’re not getting that unless you somehow manage to get rid of all of the staff for the day, and I forewarn you that firing them all will mean that one of us will be forced to learn to cook and clean for ourselves.” Stefan emitted an exaggerated groan and pulled the duvet up further. “Forget it, then,” he replied. “I’ll settle for lazy, non-exhibitionist sex, then,” he decided. “I don’t care as long as we’re together.” Marcus closed his eyes and traced his fingers up and down Stefan’s spine, enjoying the familiar smooth skin. “I love you,” he whispered softly, the words still sounding very foreign as they were said aloud. All the same, he knew that it was true. “Love you, too.” Stefan replied, yawning. Edited by Jade Anderson, Jul 10 2013, 03:57 PM.
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| Jade Anderson | Jul 11 2013, 05:58 PM Post #2 |
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“Wow, someone’s feeling nostalgic,” Stefan said, pausing to look around, his hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his skinny plaid bondage pants. They’d been in Paris for two days visiting Stefan’s parents. Marcus had used the excuse that it had been months since Stefan had seen his parents, but in reality, he had much bigger plans. They walked hand in hand through the campus of their former boarding school. The century old buildings themselves hadn’t changed. Even the uniforms had only been updated slightly. In many ways, it was like going back in time. ‘You still haven’t told me why we’re here,” Stefan said, stopping on the football pitch to look around. “Fuck, I don’t miss this place,” he added, kicking at the grass with the toe of the black doc marten boots he wore. “I don’t know,” Marcus replied, with a shrug. “If it wasn’t for this place we’d never have met.” He turned to face Stefan. “That’s why I wanted to do this here...” He pulled a small black box from the inside breast pocket of his jacket, opening it to reveal a simple white gold ring with inlaid diamonds. He took Stefan’s hands in his and placed the box them. Stefan’s eyes widened, tears forming almost instantly. “We’ve been best friends and lovers for half of our lives. We’ve both waited way too long to be together. I don’t want to wait any longer. I want us to spend the rest of our lives with you as my husband. Stef, will you marry...” He wasn’t even able to finish the sentence before Stefan threw his arms around him, the ring momentarily forgotten. “Yes! Fuck, yes...” Stefan kissed him deeply and then pulled back to grin at him. “Fuck,” he laughed softly, “my eyeliner is running.” Marcus chuckled and wiped a tear off of Stefan’s cheek with his thumb. “You look beautiful,” he replied. He took the ring box from Stefan’s shaking hands and removed the ring, placing it on Stefan’s finger. “I love you,” he said, leaning in to kiss him again. Stefan beamed at him. “I love you, too,” he replied. He fished his iPhone out of his pocket. “I need to call my mother,” he said, laughing. |
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