“This is not a palace, but that doesn’t give you the right to be a twat.”
“You’re a twat.”
Marc chuckled. This guy and Leah always countered with these childish comebacks when the other person was right and they didn’t know what else to say. It was equally annoying and cute.
“What’s wrong, though?”
“Many things and none,” Chris said without looking at him.
Marc rolled his eyes. “Wanna talk about it or not?”
“Not really. I think I’m just needy.”
“Huh?”
“Dude,” Chris grumbled, sitting up like a normal person. “I haven’t fucked anyone in over a month and a half.” He ruffled his hair and huffed.
“You’re lacking sex. So what? It’s not that big of a deal,” the bassist said before taking a sip of his coffee.Ah! Nectar of the Gods.
“It is for me.”
“Greedy whore.”
“Says the one who likes both pussy and dick.”
Marc smirked. “That gives me more options, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna be boning people all day long.”
“Me neither, but it’s been way too long.”
“So exaggerated…” He took another sip.
“Tell me you’re not feeling like your balls itch,” Chris retorted.
“No. Why would they?”
“Because you and that snake—”
“Want me to punch you in the throat?”
Chris was talking about Marc’s last girlfriend.
He’d broken up with her three months before. Though, to be honest, he should have done it sooner—he was just using her.
It was the first time he’d done something like this. He wasn’t proud of it, but he didn’t feel bad either. She was manipulative as fuck. Yet he needed a distraction, someone to take the man, half-naked in front of him right now, off his mind, and she had tricks that definitely helped with his mission. That was the main reason his brain had subconsciously chosen that woman—not a chance he’d fall for someone like her. Still, he didn’t like it when people insulted others just for the sake of it. Not when he’d been a sneaky bastard, too.
“Just calling it as I see it. That woman is a snake.”
“She had her flaws, like everyone else. Or do you think you’re perfect?”
“Almost.” Chris smirked.
“You wish.”
The guitarist’s smile stretched on his face, and Marc shook his head, his heart beating a little faster than he’d ever admit out loud.
If the world knew about his unrequited love for this man, they’d say that he was insane. That he was only confused because of Chris’s looks and bad-boy attitude, which he also considered at the beginning.
Marc had gone through a rough patch almost four years before, and Chris was hot as hell with his lean, defined body and broad shoulders, skin covered in ink, disheveled hair, and that cheeky grin full of dirty promises and dreams. Beside him, it was like Marc could achieve all that he wanted. It wouldn’t have been that strange to think that the primal instincts every living creature possesses were what made him grasp at straws and see the guitarist this way. However, he was a lot more. His dominant, alpha-hole mask that made people think he didn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything was nothing but a charade. An armor put in place to protect himself.
