[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

"I didn't plan to," He mumbled, releasing his hand gently. He glanced at him, a little surprised at the offer, but nodded. "Sure..." He murmured softly. "Aren't you worried about your dad though?" He rubbed his thumb over Marc's shoulder gently, staring up at the ceiling.

[marcus owen foster]

"Fuck him." He said under his breath, getting upoff the bleachers. He started back to his house, unlocking the door quietly. But there was his dad, sitting in his chair. Marc was about to start up the stairs when his dad called his name. He walked over, shifting his weight to one foot.

"I've been working since ten. Can I PLEASE go to bed?" He said rather angrily.

"No. Who's he?"

"Who cares who he is?"

"I care."

"Well, tough. I'm going to bed and he's coming with me. You can bitch at me when I wake up." He said, grabbing Tony by the hand and pulling him up the stairs. He walked to his room at the end of the hall, closing the door behind Tony. He slipped off his jacket, then pulled his shirt over his head, climbing into bed.

"You can play the PS3 or watch a movie or come cuddle or whatever you want.."

[tony angel martyn]

The brief argument left memories flying through Tony's head that he didn't want to think about, and he rubbed at his shoulder where the scar from the wine glass was, remembering the humiliation.

He eyed Marc as he pulled off his shirt, sat hesitantly on the edge of the bed, rubbing tenderly at his ribs.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc reached over, rubbing his leg gently. "You okay?" He asked, sleepy but worried. He pulled Tony's arm away from his side, kissing it gently.

"He's gonna pay." He said, turning over on his back. He ran his hand up and down his stomach, a yawn escaping his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, hearing his mother's voice in his head again. He smiled faintly, reaching up and drumming on the bunk bed above him. He looked over at Tony, pulling his arm gently.

"You can go hang with Shaun.." He suggested. "Or Channing."

[tony angel martyn]

"Fine..." He murmured softly, curling up on his side, unable to fight the contagious yawn. "Or I could lay here," He mumbled lazily, breaths soft to avoid strain on his ribs. He supposed he should get that checked out and wrapped at some point.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc wrapped an arm around him, burying his face in Tony's neck. His breathing slowed, and soon he was sound asleep. When he awoke, he hadn't moved an inch. He rolled over on his back, fumbling for his phone. It was four in the afternoon, and he sat up, running his hands over his shaved head. He yawned, putting his head in his hands as he tried to wake up.

He looked over at Tony and smiled, then put his head back in his hands. He laid back down beside him, running his hand up and down his stomach again.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony slept hard and sound. He keot himself busy so much. Between skating work and school it was almost constant. As if he tried to keep moving to try and forget. To get away from his thoughts and memories.

He felt Marc moving around some and stretched, wincing sharply as he did so.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc hated seeing Tony wince the way he did. He leaned down, kissing his forehead. He moved over him, getting out of the bed and pulling his shirt back on. He fixed the bandages on his hands as his stomach growled.

"Breakfast for.. breakfast or dinner cause it's like, four." He said, dumping everything out of his pockets. He eyed a condom that had been in his pocket along with his tips.

"Guess someone's a bad tipper." He said, tossing it to the back of his desk. He didn't have a use for it anyways.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony peered at him hazily through half open eyes, laughed when the condom was pulled out. "Give it to your dad," He teased, sitting up slowly to eliminate any sharp pain.

He ran a hand through his hair to tame it, picking his hoodie up off the floor and setting it on the bed.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shook his head. "I'ma use it on you in a minute." He said with a laugh. He made his way down the stairs, seeing Shaun in the kitchen. She told him hey, and he just nodded, walking over to the sofa. He heard her gasp, and bent backwards, watching Tony walk past.

"Nuh uh, Marc! I work with him!" She said, her hand on her hip. He felt his dad's eyes on him, and his twin looking at him from across the room.

"... and...?" He mumbled, looking over at his brother.

"Marc's got a boyfriend?" He asked Shaun and she shrugged.

"No.."

"Marc better not." He heard his dad say, and he gritted his teeth, propping his feet up on the table.