So stupid. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Marc was always attentive and welcoming. Whenever someone came over to his house, he tried to have their favorite snacks and drinks, even if he wouldn’t normally buy them. Yet Chris felt special, as if these actions had a deeper meaning. As if the mind-blowing sex from before was just the icing on the cake for their already tight relationship.
17. Sudden Sky
September16th,2017
Munich, Germany
As the rays of sunhit Marc in the face, a smile painted itself in his mind before he grumbled at the intrusion of light. Rolling onto his other side, he reached for the sheet bunched around his knees and pulled it up to cover his head.
He didn’t know what time it was, but he had no intention of getting up just yet. The temperature was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold. Something smelled like freshly made coffee. Birds were already chirping outside and, since it was a Saturday, the streets weren’t as busy as on a weekday. Besides, the previous night had been crazy, and he needed a bit more rest.
Still half asleep, the contentment pulsing through his veins translated to his lips, tugging them up at the sides and forming the stupidest of grins.
The last thing Marc had expected following the two weeks Chris had been ghosting him was for the guitarist to show up at his doorstep apologizing and asking for another chance at whatever it was they were doing.
From the looks of it, they were just adding sex to their friendship. And while that could be tricky if they weren’t honest about their needs and wants, he couldn’t say he wasn’t satisfied with how it was going so far.
Sure, after Chris had sucked and fucked him, things had gotten a little awkward. Though it hadn’t been as weird as the night in LA, and not even close to how he’d freaked out the first time.
Actually, later in the evening, after they’d finished eating, halfway through Aliens—the second movie of the franchise—the guitarist had been the one initiating it all over again. He’d even allowed Marc to finger his ass, surprising him saying he enjoyed anal play every once in a while. Not that it was the craziest thing, but the bassist hadn’t expected that—there was still a lot of stigma around this with so many men having branded in their brains that relishing the pleasure that spot offered was wrong.
This push-pull would annoy most people, but Marc was okay with it, especially since he’d managed to show Chris that although they had opened a new door, nothing else had to change between them. Their relationship was pretty solid as it was. The pleasure they were giving each other now was just a step in a different direction, an expansion towards different possibilities. It was daunting as fuck, even for him. But it was a process. A new web of chemistry and lust Chris had to accept internally before jumping blindly into it. And he was fine with that.
Relishing in the memory of his friend’s lips all over him and the sensation of his cock deep inside, Marc stirred in bed, secretly euphoric.
Would he like to be more than a past-time? Yeah. But seriously, he’d never imagined this would happen, and at this point, he’d take whatever Chris offered, no matter how desperate that made him.
With his friend’s taste still teasing his tongue, Marc palmed the mattress, searching for him.
Empty. Cold.
Suddenly, the bubble of haziness caressing his skin disappeared, twisting his guts and forcing him to open his eyes to confirm he wasn’t dreaming. Nope, it was real. He was alone.
What the fuck?
Frowning, with his senses half-awake and confused, the bassist got up and put on his underwear. Had Chris run away again?
If he has, I’m definitely kicking his ass until the end of time. How can he be such a pussy? Jesus, what an ass—
Marc froze on the spot when he walked out of his bedroom and into the open space that was the rest of his apartment. Chris was there, sitting on the floor, half-naked, drinking coffee while playing with Betty—Wilma was still sound asleep.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he quipped when he turned his head. “It’s about time. Don’t know how you didn’t wake up sooner with all the noise I’ve been making using the toaster and looking for the stupid coffeemaker filters,” he rambled as he put the rat into the cage, got up, and walked into the kitchen.
“The fuck?” Marc mumbled as he approached.
“You want one, right?” Chris asked with the coffeepot in hand.
Marc shook his head to clear the uneasiness that had just crept in a second before. “Yeah. It’s just… How long have you been awake?”
“An hour or so.”
“Oh, okay.”
“I gotta get to work at ten,” he said, handing Marc his mug.
“Right, you work on Saturdays. Had completely forgotten about that.”
“Yeah.” Chris scrunched his nose in annoyance. “The amazing schedule of tattooists for you.”
