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Warning- Yes this is a warning. Just in case you didn't notice that this is guy on guy. Well now that you know you can either continue reading or go away. Please review if you decide the former!
Author's Note- This is a one shot. There will be no continuation of this story, sorry. Hope you like it anyway! Enjoy!
A boy with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair stared back. Sometimes he seriously wished he could at least have something going for him, but one thing Marcus was not, was hot.
Sighing Marcus quickly washed the annoying graphite off his fingers. He should really learn to start using smudge sticks more because his fingers were constantly gray and shiny.
Almost done Marcus was a bit surprised when god himself stormed into the bathroom
Okay maybe he was exaggerating. However the blonde, blue eyed, cutie was pretty close to being a god in Marcus’s eyes.
Muscular with a nice face, though, didn’t quite meet the his standards alone. No, a guy also had to have a sense of compassion. Plus it helps if hes gay too.
Chris might of met half of those, but being compassionate and gay were not on Chris’s to do list, sadly.
Chris being the pissy jock he was glared at Marcus. Obviously he had hoped to be alone.
Marcus just stared lazily back. He might not be popular or hot, but a wussy he wasn’t.
“What the fuck do you want?” Chris said, almost literally growling at him.
Raising an eyebrow Marcus replied, “It’s a public bathroom, dumbass.”
Chris looked even more pissed now and he started stomping towards him.
Smirking Marcus arrogantly asked, “I didn’t realize you wanted me so bad Blake, you sure you want to do this in such a public place. Someone might find out.”
As soon as it passed his lips he realized he’d made a big mistake. Chris obviously hadn’t known Marcus’s sexual preferences until he said so, and Chris, being the jock he was, didn’t like being hit on by a guy.
Chris froze for a second, his face full of shock and disgust.
Then the anger came, and he was coming at him full speed. Fist raised Chris almost got him before Marcus dodged.
“Fucking bastard!” Chris sure wasn’t not taking this well...
Sighing Marcus darted for the door, confident he could easily out maneuver Chris. His confidence, however, died when he felt Chris’s arm snake around his neck.
He choked as his body moved forward without him and he felt himself falling.
Within a second both Marcus and Chris were on the ground, knocked down by Marcus’s momentum.
Gasping Marcus turned to glare at Chris and was shocked to find his face so close.
Chris looked a little dazed and for once Marcus really wished the guy could of least been ugly. Least then he could of punched him without any guilt.
“What the fuck is your problem!” Finally pissed at the stupid jock. He comes barging in here all high and mighty, then gets mad at Marcus. It wasn’t his dam fault Chris needed anger management.
“I...” for once Chris looked at lost for words. Okay maybe he was exaggerating, again. The whole getting pissed and trying to punch him had been the first time, since they had found themselves in the bathroom, anyway.
Still, since Chris had come in all he’d done was get angrier, and now it looked like he was rather lost.
Sighing Marcus resigned to being nice and asked, “So what made you so mad?”
Both of them sitting up now Chris looked at him hesitantly.
“My... my girlfriend broke up with me.”
“What’s so bad about that, you’ll get over it.” Marcus said, somewhat confused. That’s what he was pissed about. Shit. This guy was fucking sensitive for a jock.
“Umm... well you see she did it in front of everyone, and then...” Chris sighed, “she said I was a fucking... homo.”
Marcus blinked. That would explain why flirting with him had outraged him so much. Looking at Chris he could tell the guy was straight as a rod. Of course being gay he could probably tell better than others, plus homo was probably just the nastiest thing she could think of at the moment. Cheerleaders aren’t known to be bright. Still... why had he been that mad. Hmm..
He watched Chris for awhile, enjoying watching him sqirm a bit under his curious gaze.
Finally he stood up and offered Chris his hand. Taking it Chris got up and went to pull away, he was surprised when Marcus didn’t let go.
“What...” Chris started, unsure of what to ask.
Without warning Marcus had Chris pinned against the stall. His mouth on Chris’s, his hand pinning Chris's down at the wrist.
The kiss wasn’t passionate, but hungry.
Soon Chris was reacting, which slightly surprised Marcus, but he only continued kissing him as his tongue slid into Chris’s mouth.
Excitement raced through him, he wasn’t only making out with Christopher Blake, he was in control. He had complete control over the whole situation, and he was soaring on the adrenaline high.
Soon it progressed until their hands were roaming everywhere and Marcus could hear the cloth as it hit the floor.
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Afterwards both of them in a bit of a daze could barely look at each other. Getting dressed Marcus left the bathroom leaving behind a very confused Chris.
It didn’t take long before Marcus could feel his ego soaring. He had just had sex with one of the hottest guys in school. Who was straight for fuck’s sake!
So maybe the bathroom hadn’t been the best idea, especially if someone had walked in, not to mention hygiene. Still nothing at that moment could ruin Marcus’s mood
The next day at lunch when Marcus casually strolled into Dairy Queen he spotted Chris sitting with a bunch of his friends. Chris glanced over then froze at the sight of him. Looking away and ignoring his presence Chris continued his conversation with the guy in front of him.
Marcus knew he could ruin Chris in a second. Especially after the girlfriend incident, but feeling happy he only shrugged off the idea.
He might be not popular... but maybe Marcus wasn’t as bad looking as he had thought.
Until we meet again!
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DeMarshmallow Mistress
