[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

Tony only laughed softly, shrugged. "I wasn't sure how far you wanted to go with it yet," He admitted, meeting the kiss, tongue tracing the backs of Marc's teeth.

"And yours, mine.." He murmured. "I...haven't felt like this before..ever." He rested a head against Marc's chest, pressing his ear there as well.

[marcus owen foster]

"Me either.. And I never want to feel it for anyone else.." He whispered, running his fingers through Tony's hair. He rubbed his side gently with his other hand, closing his eyes. Everything felt right here in his arms. Like this is where he was meant to be.

"I might fall asleep." He said with a smile, kissing the top of his head.

[tony angel martyn]

"That's fine.." Tony murmured, smiling as he closed his own eyes. He heard somebody walk down the hall, yawned softly. "'M tired anyway." He nestled closer, pulling the soft but thick blanket on his bed up over both of their bare bodies. "There..."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc held him close before falling into a deep, content sleep. He woke up four hours later, as he usually did considering he worked odd hours, and climbed out of bed, pulling on his boxers before walking to the bathroom. He walked back, climbing back under the blankets next to Tony. He thought he could get used to this.

He woke up at a decent time the next morning, hearing the birds outside. "I hate birds." He groaned, pulling the pillow over his head.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony didn't stir the first time Marcus got up, yawned in the morning and stretched. He rolled over, smiling sleepily as he hid his face. "Mm..yeah..." He mumbled, clearly not completely awake yet.

Yawning again, he rubbed at his face, searching out his own boxers and drawing them on before curling up stubbornly beneath the blankets again.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc smiled, but it was hid beneath his pillow. He yawned before sitting up, rubbing absently at his face. He must have been picking at his wounds because his hips were dried with blood, and the bandages on his hands were bloody. He groaned, but didn't bother. His hands probably still looked like ground meat.

"I have work in like. four hours." He groaned, laying back on the bed.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony huffed. "Four more hours I get to spend with you," He huffed stubbornly. "You want breakfast?" He reached for a pair of pajama bottoms, ACDC flannels, and tugged the baggy things on, eyeing Marc's bandages.

"Lemme help you wrap those good.." He insisted, kissing him tenderly on the lips. "Then we can raid the fridge."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shook his head. "I don't like eating when I first wake up. I'll settle for just coffee." He said, moving to pull on his jeans. It hurt, rubbing against his hips and his hands. He opened the door for Tony, following him out to the kitchen. He wondered if anyone was home, and chewed on his lip.

"You got gauze in the bathroom so I can fix my hands?" He asked. "It's hard to bartend with your hands like this."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony nodded, leading him towards the bathroom, wondering where Zoey was.

Leaning against the counter, he sat Marcus down on the toilet and unwrapped them with a visible grimace. He said nothing though, carefully washing away any caked blood and searching out some gauze. rubbing some disinfection cream into the material, he gently began to re-wrap his cut up hands in silence.

[marcus owen foster]

"Ouch.." He breathed, wincing at the pain. Now that he thought about it, he should have showered first. But he couldn't shower with his hands the way they were anyway. He ended up bleeding all over the place. He looked up at him as he finished.

"Thank you, baby." He said, pulling him down to kiss him gently. He stroked his cheek gently, then pulled away to look at him. "It bothers you, doesn't it?" He asked, rubbing his hips gently.