[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

Tony's bresth caught, heartrate picking up in surprise, the kiss completely unexpected. He melted against it though, lips parted some. When Marcus drew back he followed him to the bed, curling up on his left side to avoid the left, back pressed up against Marc's chest.

"At least they accept you," He whispered with a smile. "Even if you're father doesn't Marc. They care a lot."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in his neck again. "Mhm." He mumbled, not bothering to open his mouth. Something about the boy made Marc feel secure; maybe not safe, but secure. He bent his knees behind Tony's, gently kissing his neck before turning his attention back to the TV.

"He only let's Shaun date that boy because he knows they aren't sleeping together." He said flatly, pulling Tony's hands down to his before resting them on his stomach. He looked over at the clock and knew he had to be at work in a few hours. He heard a knock on the door, and looked over at Shaun.

"Daddy said keep the door open." She said, smiling over at Tony.

"Kay.." He mumbled, looking back at the TV.

"I love you, Marc.." She said quietly and he smiled a bit.

"Love you too, kiddo.." He mumbled, pulling Tony a little closer.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled as Marcus buried his face, the gentle kiss. His words confirmed it was the guy he had thought it was.. "He's got a right to care, I guess.." He murmured, looking up at the knock on the door.

He smiled faintly back at Shaun, hoepd nothing would go too wrong once he left.

"Told you they cared," He whispered, nestling up close. Blue eyees turned back to the tv, though he briefly moved a hand, pulling Marc's arm lower so it wasn't resting over his ribs.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc watched the movie in complete silence, as he usually did. When the credits began to roll, he rolled onto his back, yawning quietly. He looked back at the clock and saw he had work in a little over a half an hour. He decided he didn't wanna go, that he wanted to stay with Tony. He turned back over, placing another kiss on his neck. He closed his eyes, trailing his fingers back and forth across his stomach.

"When you gotta go home?" He asked, his voice dry and cracky.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony yawned, stretching some, his actions a little more cautious now. "Mm..doesn't really matter.." He mumbled softly. "They don't keep too many tabs on me as long as they kknow where I am."

He shrugged faintly, supposed it was one up to being adopted. "Don't you have work though?" He rolled onto his back, tilting his head to look at Marc.

[marcus owen foster]

"I did until I decided I didn't want to go two seconds ago." He said with a smile, brushing Tony's hair off his forehead. He looked over at him, running his hand through his hair gently. He ran his hand across his cheek, biting his lip. He wasn't positive, but he thought he liked Tony. Something about the way he couldn't stop thinking about him gave it away.

"You act like you wanted me to kiss you earlier.." He said quietly, wondering if he could get Tony to admit whether or not he liked him too.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony laughed softly. "Guess that's one way to settle things," He murmured softly, smirking as Marc ran fingers through his hair. He bit at his lip sheepishly at the next comment, a smile fighting to break through.

"Ah, about that.." He huffed, face feeling hot as he rubbed at the back of his neck in an impish manner.

[marcus owen foster]

"Oh.." Marc breathed, barely audible. He turned back onto his back, drumming his fingers on his legs. He closed his eyes, running his hands across his head. He mentally kicked himself for being foolish, told himself if he ever done it again he really was going to off himself.

'Dad's right, you really are an idiot.' He thought, sitting up carefully so he didn't hit his head. He saw his father standing at the door, and looked down at his hands in his lap.

"You're gay?"

Marc shook his head, drumming his fingers together. But his father just stood there.

"I don't.. like guys.." He said, nearly choking the words out. "I can't have a friend over? Shaun does all the time. So does Channing. What's your problem with me?" He looked up, and his father walked away. He looked back down, running his fingers together.

[tony angel martyn]

"Marc, I meant that as in-...."
His voice trailed as he spotted the guys father in the doorway, falling silent as he watched him coldly.
Marc tried to cover for himself and Tony drew in a slow breath, touched his shoulder.

"...I meant that as in, yes I wanted you to," He whispered, hugging him tight.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc rubbed his arm gently, looking up at the doorway again. It was empty, but it didn't feel like it. It felt like someone was watching him. He bit his lip, kicking his skateboard across the room. It hit the edge of the door, knocking it closed.

"Fucker." He breathed, laying back. He looked up at Tony, rubbing his back gently. He scanned his face, thinking to himself how cute he was. He reached up, touching his cheek gently. Then he stood up, walking over to his desk. He sat down in the chair, plugging his phone in. He opened a drawer, pushing aisde stray dollars and girl's numbers. He closed it, opening the one below it. He grabbed the gauze, then turned his back to Tony, unwrapping and rewrapping his hands. He tossed the bloody gauze in the trash, then walked back over to Tony.

"Sorry.." He mumbled.