“Did you have any doubts tonight or the other day?” Marc’s jaw tensed.
Chris snorted. “It’s not like we’re dating.”
“True.”
“But…”
“But?” His heart thumped violently with hope.
“It was strange. But also hot as fuck,” he rushed to add before Marc could say anything. “…Overwhelming?”
The bassist took a deep breath through his nose, understanding what all this was about. “Come here.” He motioned for Chris to get closer.
“I’m fine. Just ignore me and let’s go back to sleep—”
“Turn around and come here.”
Reluctantly, the guitarist did what he was told. And like always, the moment Marc’s arms embraced him, pulling him tight against his body, a sense of peace seeped into his brain.
“James is a hot piece of ass. I’d screw him again if you wanted to,” Marc started.
Chris clicked his tongue.
“Buthe isn’t you. I haven’t wanted him for years.”
“Years?”
Chris’s surprised tone bothered him. He really was thick when it came to picking up on people’s emotions. Even though none of their friends except Leah knew, at least they had all sensed some weird energy between them. But yeah, not Chris.
“Mm-hmm… years.” Marc nuzzled his neck. “You’re a nuisance of a human. I’d kick your ass between ten and twenty times a day, but you’re addictive, too. And if you think that playing with someone else’s dick is gonna make me reconsider or get tired of you, you’re wrong.”
“Good to know.”
Marc wanted to punch him in the face right now, or strangle him—it’d be easy in this position. He had just sort of confessed his love and obsession for him, and all he had to say was that?What a shithead!However, he was still him, and reassuring others was the bane of his existence.
“From what you’ve told me, you haven’t fucked anyone else this entire time. And we… hadn’t done a threesome in a long while until the other night with James. Plus, those were your first times with another man besides me. It’s perfectly normal that you feel strange.”
“Okay.”
“All these questions make me wonder, though… Are you catching feelings, Schmidt?”
“The fuck?” He tried in vain to free himself from Marc’s grasp. “I’m not. It’s obvious I’m attracted to you, and that I have a big fucking ego.”
Marc tittered, though deep down his soul was longing for his friend to say that he loved him. “True.”
“It’s just that.” Chris huffed. “I don’t fancy the idea of you enjoying another dick more than mine.”
“Hmm… Don’t think that could happen,” the bassist rasped, sliding his hand down Chris’s stomach and inside his trunks.
“Fuck…” he breathed out, instantly growing harder. “Haven’t you had enough tonight?”
“With you? Never.”
Marc had reclined on his elbow, dropping his lips to his friend’s as he reached for the back of his neck, thrusting into his fist.
He hated keeping their relationship on the physical plane more and more with each passing day. The bassist wanted everything from this man, from his filthy mouth to his last breath. But he was becoming fond of the idea of being just a shadow in the dark for Chris.
“Marc?” Sophia asked, touching his leg, bringing him back to the present and their mother’s living room. “Is it him sending you a text?”
