#well. clearly. dhgsdjghkh ANYWAY!

[mojaves]

a [not so] small thing to add onto whatever nonsense i wrote yesterday. it’s. very gay but not but yes but. Well. theyre simply having a Time together thats for sure

"Good mornin', sleepyhead." Jason whispers softly, kissing Marcus on the back of the neck as he glides a hand up and down his thigh. It wanders off course occasionally, but that's not really a problem. The exact opposite, in fact.

Marcus buries his face deeper into the pillow, which hides his big, goofy smile, but his body language says it all. He puts his hand on top of Jason's, guiding it back over to where it needs to be. There. Jason laughs, breath warm on the back of his neck.

"Oh, so you are awake then, huh?"

He lets go of Jason's hand, despite every bone in his body telling him not to, to stay in this moment just a little bit longer. He ignores it all, rolling over to face Jason, who smiles lazily back at him. It was nice to see an expression other than anger on Jason's face. Instead of looking harsh and threatening, he was soft, welcoming, inviting. His eyes were something Marcus could look at forever.

They took a moment to simply look at each other, taking in their features up close, ones they weren't exactly focused on the night before. Marcus, face full of life, covered in freckles. The little scar below his left eye. The dints in his nose where his glasses usually rest. His stupid little moustache, that Jason once hated, but now finds so painfully endearing.

And then Jason, weathered, pale, covered in scars both big and small. The eye makeup he spent so long applying yesterday, smudged, bruises from the night before more prominent, dry blood under his nose. He looked like shit, it was undeniable. But there was something about his dishevelled appearance that gave Marcus butterflies every time he looked at the guy. Maybe he was into some more hardcore stuff than he originally thought. Who's to say.

"What time is it...?" Marcus asks, stretching his arms above his head, scrunching his nose in such a way that killed Jason every time he did it.

"I dunno, let me-... Check..." He trails off, unable to find his phone on the bedside table.

He pushes himself up into a sitting position and scans the room. It's a mess. Clothes are strewn about all over the place. Trying to find his phone would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack right now. They need to get dressed. A quick stretch, and he drags himself out of bed and onto his feet. First priority: underwear. Nowhere to be seen. Not under any of the clothes, not on the bed, not under the bed.

"Where the hell are-."

Thud.

Jason hits his head on the ceiling fan. He glares at it, taking a second to realise that's where his underwear had ended up. Must have been a far more energetic night than he thought.

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Fully clothed and in the car, the two set off again on their manhunt, following up on another potential lead.

Jason's eyes are on the road, while Marcus's are glued on something else entirely.

Now, Jason was never one to dress modest. The smaller and tighter the clothes, the better. Having skin on show was a bonus. At this moment, he's wearing a very well-fitting black t shirt, and leather trousers that clung to all the right places. The way he saw it, if he gave everyone something to look at, then they'd be too distracted to see a knife coming their way. And right now, to Marcus, it was extremely distracting.

It wasn't like he'd never looked before, it was just... This time was different. More of an 'I'm allowed to be doing this now' kind of thing. Well, they hadn't really talked about anything yet, but, he just assumed that-... Okay, okay, look somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Jason had most definitely noticed. It wasn't the first time, and it wasn't the last. He grins. "Take a picture. Lasts longer."

Marcus quickly averts his eyes, suddenly more flustered now than he was in bed. "Sorry, sorry, I just-..."

"I know." He's smiling and Marcus hates it. He wants to slap it off. Or kiss it off. Or-.

"You need to take those off." Marcus blurts out. He's not sure if that's exactly what he wanted to say. Well, it was, sort of. Just not so bluntly.

"Now?" Jason starts to get a little flustered. Marcus has never been so forward in all the time they've known each other. It excites him in a way he never thought possible.

"Now."

"Yes, sir!"

He pulls the car over rather abruptly. It's an empty road, anyway. No one's in any danger. He just couldn't wait one more second. Marcus clearly couldn't either, ready to bounce on him before Jason even hit the brakes. The car stops, and they start. They're like magnets colliding, unable to keep themselves away from each other. There's barely any room for the two of them in the car like this, but that wasn't going to stop them. Nothing could.

Months of pining, quick glances, flirting, and it had all finally come to this. No more wasted opportunities. No more guilt over a shared ex that screwed them both over. They were hungry, starving for each other, and now, they couldn't get enough of the taste.