[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

Tony kissed him back before dropping onto the sofa, and watched the way Marcus curled up. He smiled, wishing for the innocent days doing this with Zoey. Before she had begun to struggle in coping. They hadn't done so in a good few months and it felt nice to do this with somebody on the weekends again.

He turned on the TV, flipping through channels before finally giving up and passing the remote to Marc instead, resting a hand gently on his thigh in a reasurring manner that he was there.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc handed him back the remote, shaking his head. He finished off his coffee, tapping his fingers on the cup as he tried to wake up. Or at least be coherent. It took him awhile before he finally was able to function after waking up. He yawned, laying his head on the back of the couch. It wasn't until then that he realized Tony's hand was on his leg. He reached down, taking his hand gently. He brought it to his lips, kissing it softly before dropping them back to his leg.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony cuddled up closer in response, setting their empty cups on the coffee table and stopping on some cartoons when he found nothing else interesting.

He curled his legs up on the couch, pushing his feet into the crack of the cushion beneath the arm of the sofa itself.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc wrapped an arm around his waist, then moved so his back was on the other end of the sofa and Tony's head was in his lap. He played with his hair, looking down at him instead of the TV. He moved his hair this way and that, then settled for just running his hands through the strands.

"You're really handsome." He said quietly, his voice still rhaspy with sleep. "You have the cutest little nose." He smiled, running his sleeping fingers across the boy's cheeks.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled faintly his way. "Mm," He murmured. "And you have the best smile." He kissed his stomach, shifting his weight and scooting even closer so he was curled against Marcus more than he was the couch.

Blue eyes found the Tv as he sipped at his coffee, nursing it in content silence.

[marcus owen foster]

"But my smile is only there.. when you're around.." He said quietly, drawing the boy close to him. He kissed his neck gently, his arms wrapped around his waist. He couldn't focus on tv. He probably couldn't focus on a marching band parading through the living room if Tony was this close to him. He rubbed his stomach slowly, kissing his neck gently again.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony only smiled. The microwave beeped however and he groaned, rolling onto his stomach to bury his face in the crook between Marc and the back of the couch, a wing draping lazily over them, touching at the floor.

"I'll be back," He huffed, getting up and stretching before padding to the kitchen. He pulled the bowl out, yelping faintly at the high heat against his finger tips, and complained, searching out a spoon before carrying it back to the coffee table, curling up against Marcus again.

[marcus owen foster]

"I can hold it.." He offered, taking the bowl from him. He could barely feel the heat on the tips of his fingers. He took his spoon from him, stirring it around until he couldn't feel the heat anymore. Then he handed it back and wrapped an arm around Tony, hugging him close. He rubbed his hip gently, kissing the top of his head as he leaned back.

"You really make me happy.." He mumbled, looking down at him.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled. "Thanks," He murmured, watching Marc quietly a moment before the bowl was given back. He took a bite of oatmeal, swallowing carefully instead it still remained a little hot.

He glanced up, hugged Marcus close. "You make me happy, too," He murmured, leaning up to kiss him tenderly on the lips. He shifted his weight a bit, wondering if they had any painkillers, his side starting to bother him again.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc kissed him back, blushing a bit at it. Even if they had slept together, Marc was still half asleep. And the littlest things were going to make him blush. He glanced at the clock on the wall, the numbers blurring together. That was the reason his clock was blank. Numbers confused him.

After watching it awhile, he finally got the time and stood up slowly. "Ima go shower, Kay?" He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair. Showering with bandaged hands proved to be a feat.