[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

Tony gazed at him gently, the softest of smiles playing on his lips. "I think I like you too..." He admitted softly, kissed his jaw.
His head found Marc's shoulder, blue eyes closing for a moment before he looked up at him.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist. He was honestly more shocked than anything. Tony really liked him too? He leaned over, kissing his forehead gently. He rubbed his hip gently, smiling down at him. He ran his tongue over where his lip ring should be. He gave Tony another gentle kiss before starting to play with his hair.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled, kissing him back slowly. A hand rested on Marc's cheek. "How long you gonna hide from your dad, Marc?" He whispered softly, searching his eyes.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shrugged, looking over at him. "I don't know.. Until I get my own place.. Because I know as soon as I tell him, he's gonna tell me to get out of his house. He hates gays.. Say's they're the scum of the Earth.." He looked away. "I'm not ashamed I'd rather be with you than a girl. I'm ashamed that he's my father.. That someone can honestly think that.."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony swallowed, nodding. Being the only guy working at Victpria Secret, considering Shaun's job, he probably already knew.

"My offer still stands you know," He murmured, running a hand up and down Marc's arm. "If you ever need a place at any time, you can crash at my place."

[marcus owen foster]

"I might have to if you aren't staying here tonight." He said quietly, waiting for him to start bitching about the closed door. "I can see tomorrow I'm gonna be looking for a house." He said, starting to chew on his thumb, the one sure sign Marc was about to break.

[tony angel martyn]

"You can stay as long as you want Marc," He mumbled, gently pulling his thumb from between his lips. "I'll help you yeah? We have a big enough place anyway.." He laced their fingers together. "It's all gonna be okay Marc... I'm gonna help you."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. He looked over at him, running his thumb over Tony's. He leaned over, kissing him softly. He heard the door open, and his heart stopped.

"Aw.." He looked up and saw Shaun standing there. "Can you bring me to Shawn's? Daddy's truck isn't working and Channing is out doing whatever Channing goes out and does." Marc nodded, letting go of Tony to go shove a change of clothes into one of his bags. Shaun walked over, sitting beside Tony. She hugged him tightly.

"You and Marc are like.." She squished her fingers together, not sure how to put it. "Like, together?" She asked, smiling over at him.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled, meeting the kiss, and tensed guiltily as the door opened until he realized it was Shaun. He chuckled guiltily, watching Marc get up, winced as she hugged him. "Ouch..." He rasped, touching at his side.

Her next words brought a soft flush over his cheeks. "Ah..not officially. I-...I dunno, it's kinda confusing right now.." He admitted, watching Marc.

[marcus owen foster]

"Aw, Tony!" Shaun squeeked, throwing her arms around his neck. "You two are so cute! He hasn't smiled once since mom died. You must really be-" She caught a pair of pants being thrown at her.

"Shut up!" Marc said. She held them out with a wrinkle of her nose.

"Marc, you done wore the bottom of the leg away."

"I'm /sorry/ pants are too long for me." He said, grabbing his keys off the desk. He left his phone, not caring if he had it. "Are you coming, drama queen?"

"Well, you two are cute.." She complained, walking down the stairs. Marc shook his head, wheeling his skate board back and kicking it up, catching it and setting it beside his desk. He held out his hand to Tony.