After their shower, Gavin changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, while Marcus threw on a pair of joggers and nothing else—his usual “chill at home” outfit.
“So, what do you want to watch?” Gavin asked, scrolling through the list of movies on the television.
It was a massive seventy-five-inch TV because, of course, nothing about Marcus was small. But who was Gavin to complain?
Marcus was bent over, placing logs into the fireplace just below the television he had mounted on the wall.
“Umm, anything. Just no romance, musicals, or foreign films.”
“So, basically nothing with style or taste,” Gavin joked, glancing down at the man’s beefy man-ass. “You must do a massive amount of squats, man.”
Marcus looked over his shoulder at him, confused, before realizing what Gavin was referring to. He glanced down at his ass, then shook his head.
“Stop eye-fucking me, you little perve.”
Gavin chuckled.
“It’s hard not to, when you’ve got such a massive booty.”
Standing, Marcus lit a match, then tossed it into the fireplace. Like the badass he was, the wood and kindling burst into flames like he was the god of fire or something.
The man hiked up his joggers before stalking toward the sofa.
The guy was the greatest cocktease and totally unaware of his massive superpower. How he was allowed to do anything besides fuck was almost criminal.
Marcus flopped down next to Gavin and let out a breath.
“I know, it’s criminal that God made me this sexy, but I swear to you, under all this hot man-beef is just a humble country boy, trying his best to lead a good, wholesome life,” Marcus spouted, leaning back on the pillow as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Wow, that’s a load of crap,” Gavin said, popping a handful of popcorn into his mouth before offering some to the humble sex god lounging beside him.
“It’s true. Ask anyone. I’m humble as shit.”
Gavin patted Marcus’s lap.
“Sure you are, babe.”
Letting out another breath, Marcus lifted his beer to take a sip. “Did you decide what movie we’re going to watch?”
“How about something scary? Could be fun to cuddle up tonight. All alone in this big empty house.”
“My dick is taking a rest. It’s off-limits for the foreseeable future,” Marcus said, taking another sip of beer and settling further into the sofa to get more comfortable for the movie.
“We’ll see about that. You can’t tease a bottom like that and not expect him to devour that cock again with his ass some more. Rest up, stud. Your dick is about to get very chafed in the next few hours.”
He swore he saw Marcus smirk.Yup, he was definitely breaking through Marcus’s defenses.
“Okay, back to the horror movie. Which did you pick?”
Gavin hit play and snuggled into Marcus’s side. He was half expecting Marcus to protest, but instead, he wrapped his arm around Gavin’s shoulder and pulled him into his side.
Puppyhopped up onto the sofa and snuggled between both of their feet.
“So, where are your parents in all of this?” Marcus asked as the movie started playing. The question caught Gavin off guard.
He shrugged. “Well, I saw them in the hospital the night I was attacked. They kept lecturing me on how it was my fault. I should never have gone home with someone Ijust met that night.” Gavin fidgeted with the fabric of his shorts. “They basically accused me of being a slut. They didn’t seem to care that someone tried to murder me, or that some asshole drugged me and I barely escaped with my life. Yeah, my parents are assholes.”
Marcus pulled him closer to his body.
