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Amaru had grown to love days such as this. It was an early morning, 5 past 7 on a day that had no lessons, with the sun barely scraping across the tips of blades of green, that swayed in the breeze. He wasn’t one to get up early, not usually, but something recently had flipped a switch inside of him, and here he was admiring the upcoming sunrise.
And today he wasn’t alone.
Though not one to usually start conversation, he felt that the situation called for it; such a perfect setting seemed too much of a waste to miss. It was certainly a sight to be shared as an experience, yet the kind that couldn’t be captured in a mere photo. Moments like this were meant to be salvaged with one’s own eye.
Slightly puffed eyes crinkled at the corners as he shone a genuine smile at the company to the left of him. Signs of sleep were still evident on his features, but he could care less about his appearance. The scenery outshone him anyway.
“…What a sight, huh.”
Rufious was probably going to be upset that he left so early in the morning, but as an artist, Marci has needs and lately he has been craving to get a good sunrise painting into his sketchbook. There really wasn’t anything wrong with this particular morning. It was nice and soft, albeit a little chill in the air, but it only gave him reason to snuggle deeper into the sweatshirt he had swiped from the other's boy’s closet before he had slipped out.
He just wasn’t quite feeling it.
The sketchbook lay abandoned in the grass and the morning dew was seeping into his jeans while he dozed in his little grassy spot he has planted himself down. The ground wasn’t exactly forgiving on his terribly sore muscles, but he’s felt worse (nothing could compare to that twelve-hour cheerleading practice before regionals last year that had muscles he didn’t even know existed absolutely screaming at him)
Marci just barely registers that there’s another person who’s insane enough to be up this early on a weekend.
And then when he pipes up and drags the deer out of his sleepy little daze, it takes Marci a real minute to give him an answer, eyes lazily shifting over to the bright boy and he’s way too dazed and tired to put up his cheerful Marci face. Right now he’s just a sleepy Marci who wants to go back in crawl in bed with Ru.
“Yeah.” Marci hums, a polite little smile curving on his lips. “You’re not too bad yourself--” And then his eyes shift to the sunrise and....
“I mean- uh.” Oops.
“Yeah-- the sunrise... it’s always... uh pretty.”
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its not long before Ru finds himself placing his finger on the others lips to shut him up and to stop him from saying anything else. “we both know you’ll want it the second we get through that door.” his eyes stare into his eyes before his lips curl into a soft grin. “now shut up, be a good boy and move those legs of yours.”
“You’re so sweet.” Marci says, sure and quiet as he tries to nuzzle his nose into the other’s side only to stumble a bit and only barely manage to recover, giggles bubbling up from his chest, loud and bright and Marci is only mumbling, “oops.”
But he doesn’t say anything more, only nods because he knows that Rufious is right. He knows. It’s like he can’t get enough of the boy anyways and it’s only worse when his head is swimming like this and Rufious is so there and so close to him. Teeth sink into his bottom lip as he stops himself from saying something embarrassing, like just how much he wants the other to never leave or how he probably shouldn’t acting this clingy.
But maybe it’s obvious enough in how he’s looking up at Rufious with absolute adoration, lips curling into a little, content smile and his fingers curl tighter in the other’s shirt.
A soft, pleased sigh as he focuses mostly on trying not to tip over and he can already see the dorm building, a few lights on. It’s not until they’re nearly right at the entrance that Marci speaks up again, voice softer and almost hard to hear. “I always want you, Ru...”
Now that they’re practically standing in front of the building door-- the quick thought of how he’s going to master the stairs crosses his mind, it’s easier to see and obvious tear tracks are still stark on his flushed cheeks, hair mussed and looking a little embarrassed at he clumsily manages to tug the younger to a stop before they slip inside.
“I wanna sleep with you.” It’s reminiscent of the very first time Rufious had ever ended up in Marci’s grasp. “You’re always so nice to me and I really wanna sleep with you.” And now that he’s not trying to stay upright he can make himself at home snuggling right into Rufious’s chest again, words a little muffled. “You’re so nice to me when you fuck me-- when I ask you to be. I like it so much. I like you so much and--” A little hiccup as he pulls away, not quite looking at the other, keeping his eyes down.
“And... you’ll probably have to carry me up the stairs--”
obeying marcello’s commands, he adjusts his position to the artist’s liking without much thought. as he watches the boy rattle off what he should do with gentle hands, alec debates putting an end to this drawing session in exchange for something a little more intimate, but refrains.
he smiles faintly at the compliment said toward him, gaze meeting marci’s. remaining quiet, his eyes flutter shut at the digits in his hair, almost wishing for the contact a bit longer when it leaves. he sighs in an almost content way, gnawing on his bottom lip. “ mm. ”
The desk chair scraped loud across the floor as Marci drags it over and plants himself down. As he collects his pencil from earlier and flips to a fresh page in his sketchbook, Marci honestly can’t explain the little shake to his fingers. There’s no reason for him to be nervous-- he knows he can do a good job, but then again, could he do Alec justice? That’s the worry.
The silence in the room is deafening as he studied the other’s from with careful eyes, taking extreme care as he scratches down lines lightly, just for a guide. He’ll outline with a light pen once he’s done painting. His teeth worry at his bottom lip as he scribbles and erases and scribbles and openly stares. Alec looks perfect so this has to be perfect.
“Have you...” Marci is hesitant to break the quiet, but he has to, it was almost getting to be a little too much. “Have you ever done this before? Modeled-- not nude, but I mean... have you?” But even as he speaks, voice soft and delicate, his main focus is the matching the lines on te page of his sketchbook with the boy in front of him.
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