100, 98, 83 for BID407. I’m in the mood for some angst.
Angst ain’t really my thing but I did my best to put some angst in this?
Couple: BID407
Number: 83, 98, 100
Prompt: “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”/“Take a deep breath.”/“I love you.”
Break-ups were hard. Scotty didn’t want to think about Marcel or the heated words they’d said to each other before Scotty left, because it was all so painful. They’d been together for three years, fighting every problem as a team. It wasn’t usual for them to argue. Their friends teased they acted more like a married couple than boyfriends. But his promotion at his job had been adding stress on their relationship, and Marcel had been more distant than usual. The lack of affection made Scotty panic, the fight over something benign (dirty dishes in the sink) had escalated into unspoken feelings of anger. And then stupidly, he’d asked the worst question of his life.
“Is there someone else?”
He’d never seen Marcel break like that before.
So now, hours after Marcel told him he ‘needed space’, Scotty was four shots into a bottle of tequila at the bar he’d first met his handsome lover. Panda was kind to offer water between the alcohol, but Scotty refused, not wanting to be sober. He ignored the men who flirted with him with little effort, not wanting to use sex as a means to forget. Marcel deserved so much better than him, but Scotty’s heart couldn’t look at another person without wishing it was his boyfriend.
The walls had started to spin when his phone vibrated in his pocket, and it took him three fumbles of the touch screen to answer the call.
“Heeeeeello?” He slurred hard enough to know that he was far too gone to even think of driving home.
“Where are you?” The voice that had haunted him over the past few hours hit his ear pleasantly, and Scotty’s smile felt like it was going to fall off his face.
“Babe?”
“Scotty…” Tension in the voice that normally woke him with it’s kindness sobered a smidge of Scotty’s brain. “You need to answer me.”
“I’m at Panda’s.”
“You went and got drunk?” He heard the disappointment, which hurt more than the burn of the liquor down his throat.
“Yeah, it’s...it’s where we met, so it makes me happy.” He laughed, but then a hiccup of a sob ruined the noise. “You make...make me happy. So happy. But I’m stupid and dumb and I-I fucking...I love you, Marcel, I’m just...I’m a little drunk. But I still love you and need you and I’m sorry-.”
“Take a deep breath.” The firm order in Marcel’s voice made Scotty stop, his gasps of air watery and pained. There was a lull in the conversation, which gave him a few moments to catch his breath. “Did you walk or drive to the bar?”
“Walk,” Scotty answered weakly, now feeling the slow drag down from his drunken high. His arms crossed on his arms where he laid his head. A pat on his hair proved Panda was keeping an eye on him, and Scotty let his eyes close to pretend it was someone else’s caring touch.
“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
“Okay,” Scotty agreed, not sure he could move if he wanted to. “I love you.”
“I’ll be right over.” A pause followed, and Scotty barely missed Marcel’s quiet continuation. “I love you, too.”
And for the first time all night, Scotty felt okay.
Pairing: BID407Number: 17Prompt: “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”
“And then you just gotta move it to the other side of the equation-Scotty.” Blue eyes blinked slowly at the call of his name, dragging his attention away from the lips that had held him captivated all day. They were supposed to be studying; Marcel was his tutor, after all. The hard working, no nonsense senior would never need to study with someone like Scotty. Why he even wasted his time trying to explain the mathematical equations to Scotty was a mystery. It’d been obvious that he was never going to get it. Freshman year had been proof enough of that. But Marcel never gave up, and it was just one of the many reasons Scotty had fallen so hard for him. Even now, he looked patient, gently tapping his pencil against the paper. “You need to be writing this down if you want to get points for the homework.”
“Uh, ri-right.” Scotty’s laugh was higher than he’d expected, and Marcel’s arched eyebrow proved he picked up on the weird noise.
“What’s going on with you?” The warmth of Marcel’s hand over his made Scotty’s stomach flip, and he could feel his blood rising in heat from the casual touch.
“I really am trying to concentrate-” the words dribbled out of his mouth without any effort, desperate to ignore the how close Marcel had gotten when leaning closer.
“If you’re not feeling good, we can stop.”
“Oh, no, I’m definitely feeling good.” He screamed at his lips to stop moving, to quit spewing stupid statements that beamed like headlights over his feelings. Marcel’s eyes were just so…beautiful up close, reflecting the gorgeous person inside. They captivated him, left him breathless and wanting to admit every thought he had about his caring friend. The soft caress against the back of his hand did him in, losing any sense of self-preservation or shame. “I just- I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”
“That…really doesn’t have anything to do with this homework.” Marcel’s slow reply made the desire to throw up lurch through Scotty. This was humiliating.
“Nope. So I’ll just-” But before he could away from the warm touch and yeet himself from the library’s window, Marcel’s hand flipped to slide their fingers together, tugging him closer.
“Okay, I can work with this.” Without missing a beat (which was impressive from how fast Scotty’s heart was racing), Marcel sent him a smile and squeezed his hand. “You get this problem right and I’ll kiss you.”
“Great, just what every guy wants after a humiliating confession, a pity kiss,” Scotty grumbled, knowing he’d take it. If this was the only way he could get Marcel’s affection-
“Oh I pity you alright, but it’s got nothing to do with why I want to kiss you.” Blue eyes shot up in shock at Marcel’s answer, who laughed and flicked his forehead with his free hand. “That is because I also love you, idiot. I just don’t have to be dramatic about it.”
“I wanna be mad, but that’s the best thing I’ve heard…ever.”
“Good, then hurry up with this problem so we can do something much more interesting than fractions.”
“Best motivation yet.” Scotty focused on scribbling out the answer, face red and cheeks hurting from his smile. Marcel rolled his eyes and shook his head, but didn’t pull away when Scotty tossed his pencil to the side and dragged him into their first kiss.
I think this would be a good story of race and rising above expectations, as well as the conflict of interracial couples? Like, I think of this as Marcel maybe trying to do something in his career but being held back because of his race, which is blatantly obvious to him (as he’s lived through this all his life so he knows what it looks like) but it’s new to Scotty, his recent boyfriend, who doesn’t understand what’s really going on? Like he wants to support Marcel when Marcel finally decides enough is enough and stands up to whoever is oppressing him at his job, but he’s also conflicted because he doesn’t want to see Marcel get fired over something he doesn’t 100% understand. And this causes tension between them because how can Marcel be with a man who doesn’t get the perspective of his life, and that his ‘world’ is beneath Scotty’s? I see this as a really emotional and sad story but with hope and understanding as it goes on, with Scotty going to rallies and speaking with others who have been mistreated and reading the history that he was never really shown in his white culture and being able to not fully understand, but still fully support his boyfriend in his quest for equality at his job.
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One more for good measure! 39 for bido407 pls ❤️❤️
kinds of kisses
basicallyido407 drabble39. when person A is grumpy but person B kisses them and they really can’t stay grumpy at that
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“Marceeeellll,” Scotty cooed, slinging his arms over his boyfriend’s shoulders and leaning heavily against his back. “I’m sorrryyy.” He pressed the whiny words to the back of the man’s shoulders, pouting at the silence he received in return. “I didn’t know! I didn’t think it was that big of a deal and I wouldn’t have done it if I had known how far you’d gotten!”
At that, he received a careless grunt. “Go away, Scott. I’m busy.” The tapping on the keyboard became more intense, as if Marcel was punching his frustration into every press of a key.
Scott leaned against his back further, swinging from side to side so Marcel’s chair would sway with him. “I’m sorryyyyy,” he whined, placing his chin on his boyfriend’s head.
With a huff, Marcel spun around, sending his boyfriend back a step and glaring. “Fuck you,” he said, standing and Scott gave a gasp of disbelief.
“You would? For me!? Awe,” he cooed and his grin only broadened when he saw Marcel’s lip twitch. He was good at maintaining a poker face but three years of dating meant Scott could see right through him.
“Shut the fuck up, you asshole. Leave me to mourn in peace.” Scott let him walk past but followed close behind as Marcel dragged his feet to the kitchen.
“I’ll play up the level you were at,” he offered.
“It’s not the same.”
“I can make it the same.”
“Scott, you’re shit at this game.”
At that, Scott gave him a dirty look and Marcel showed a hint of a smirk. Within seconds, his forgot his insult, bounding after his boyfriend and throwing his arms around him in a tight hug. “I love you,” he cooed and Marcel turned his head. “I love you sooo much, and I’m sooo sorry for deleting your game file.”
An irritated huff brushed over Scott’s hair and he pushed up onto his tippy-toes in order to catch Marcel by the chin and kiss at his frown.
“Marcellll,” he whimpered, kissing at his still lips and humming sadly at the lack of response.
With a big sigh, Marcel swept a hand around his boyfriend’s waist. “God, you’re a pain in my ass,” he muttered and Scott grinned with glee.
“You can be a pain in my ass later if you want,” he purred, walking his fingers up Marcel’s chest and drawing a laugh from the other.
“Do you ever stop saying stupid things?” he teased, his anger melting away beneath Scott’s hands as Scott pinned him to the counter.
“Only when my mouth is occupied,” he whispered against Marcel’s jaw and before he could laugh at his own dirty joke, Marcel caught him by the jaw and kissed him, just the way Scott wanted.
19, basicallyido407, and “I’ve got a sale back at my place. In my bedroom? Shirts, pants, underwear; it’s all 100% off, baby.”
Okay I’m trying to get through these. It’s a struggle but I’m trying. Uh...so enjoy?
BID407: you can only see colour when you and your soulmate are touching “I’ve got a sale back at my place. In my bedroom. Shirts, pants, underwear; it’s all 100% off, baby.”
Marcel loved his boyfriend. Really, he did. Scotty was kind to his friends, always supportive when Marcel was stressed, and offered stellar backrubs anytime Marcel looked like he needed it. The fact that the bright and cheerful man was his soulmate only made his soothing strokes and gentle kisses so much better. The warm glow of blue eyes when his lover’s hands were tracing the muscles of his back paired so well with his unruly brown hair. Scotty’s pink lips were always too tempting to not kiss when their flushed with color. And the flushed that colored his cheeks when Marcel called these things beautiful meant that Marcel always made sure their fingers were intertwined to catch the hue of red. Scotty was just the best. And Marcel could shower him with affection everyday of their lives without ever getting tired of it.
Until he opened his mouth.
“You know…” A sly hand slid over his hip, turning Marcel away from the project Scotty and he were supposed to be working on. The key word was important, as Scotty’s side of the poster board was as white as it was an hour ago. Letting out a long sigh, Marcel gave a droll stare over his shoulder at his grinning boyfriend, who didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.
“Please stop.” Even as he tried to shut down the terrible, terrible line that was going to come from Scotty’s mouth, Marcel leaned into the thumb that snuck under his shirt and gave his hip a slow stroke. The contact meant that he caught the glint of mischief in Scotty’s gaze when giving Marcel a once over.
“I’ve got a sale back at my place.”
“This is 20% of our grade.”
“In my bedroom.”
“We share a dorm.” The Cheshire smile looked too good on Scotty’s mouth, a pink tongue swiping along his lower lip to force Marcel’s eyes to linger.
“Shirts, pants, underwear; it’s all 100% off, baby.”
“How am I dating you?”
“Cause I’m a steal.” Marcel finally broke from the wiggling eyebrows, pulling his hands over his face and laughing into his palms. It was awful, a terrible line that could never have any hope of winning someone’s attention. Yet even as he trembled from the line, he felt his heart warm as much as his face when Scotty scattered kisses over the cheeks unable to be hidden by Marcels fingertips.
Because even if his boyfriend was a terrible classmate, and a corny boyfriend, he was the best soulmate Marcel could ever ask for.
27. The elevator stopped and I’m out of suppressants. I’m gonna freak out and you’re being really good about this, I’m so sorry I’m doing this to you.
warning: nsfw
a/n; i have no idea how this one actually turned out but here you go! three in one day! haha crim i told you i could do it :D hope you enjoy!
“No, no, no, no…” Scott slammed his hands against the metal, feeling his heart thumping in his ear as the machine gave another big screech of metal scraping against metal. The doors were shut. They were between levels. They were stuck.
He let out a shriek as the lights slammed off, a green glow lighting the tiny space with emergency electricity. Nothing else was lit. The elevator was silent.
“Fuck!” he shouted, curling his hands in fists and smashing them against the doors, leaning his head against the cold metal.
“Hey, calm down.” The voice behind him drew his attention but reluctancy slowed his motions. Deep brown eyes, comforting smile, the subtle scent of freshly mowed grass. Scott felt dread tip in his stomach as his neighbour crossed the tiny box to place a hand on his shoulder. “You gotta relax, dude. Your stress is stinking up this thing. Breathe.”
The pounding of his heart was hard to ignore as that hand remained, squeezing gently to remind Scott where he was. He sucked in a sharp breath and forced it back out. “I don’t do well with small spaces,” he pushed out, ignoring the way his next inhale wheezed. “Oh, fuck.”
“Well, you aren’t alone. We’ll wait this out and I’m sure we’ll be out of here in no time.” He was about as annoyingly optimistic as he was annoyingly attractive and Scott couldn’t help the flare of his nose as he confirmed that the neighbour he’d been spying on for weeks was an alpha.
If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“I’m Marcel. You’re Scott, right?” Had Scott not been freaking the fuck out, he would have showed his confusion to how this hot neighbour knew his name, but his mind was occupied with racing thoughts and fears.
He nodded, forcing his gaze down as he took a small step back. “Yeah, I’m alright,” he lied, gritting his teeth beneath the gaze of the alpha. He didn’t want Marcel to realise he was an omega yet but in his current state their was no hiding it for long. The reason he was even in the elevator to begin with was because he was on his way to the chemist to get some fresh suppressants.
His preheat started two days ago and as much as he wanted to spend the next week curled up in bed sleeping and ignoring the pain, he had business to organise. The only way to get his brain even slightly on track was heavy duty suppressants, as well as preventing the whole apartment building from knowing he was horny and alone.
And his stress was only making the transition into his heat faster, his overheated body and racing heart as well as the presence of a compatible alpha; it was his body’s wet dream and Scott had no way out.
“Scott?” He snapped his head up, catching the look of concern in Marcel’s eyes as the alpha took another step closer. “You look like you’re gonna pass out, are you-” Scott knew the exact moment of realisation, noticed the way the alpha’s nostrils flared and his eyes widened as the line of his spine went rigid as steel. “You’re-”
“Yeah,” he sighed, hating how the exhale shook on its way out. Three steps back, he slid down to sit with his back to the corner of the elevator, not meeting Marcel’s eyes from where the man remained frozen. “Out of suppressants too. It came a week early- I’m so sorry you’re stuck in here with me.”
Marcel turned, striding to the opposite side of the box and not looking at Scott as the omega hugged his knees to his chest. “Ain’t your fault,” his neighbour forced out, voice thick with restraint. “We’ll… We’ll be out of here soon.”
They lapsed into a silence thick with stress, hunger and tension. It lingered in the air as Scott counted his breaths and Marcel gripped the hand bars but the omega knew it could only last so long. A sharp huff drew his attention as he wiped at the sweat on his forehead.
Marcel cast him a glance and their gazes met like a clash of lightning. “God, you shouldn’t smell like that,” he groaned and Scott didn’t miss the scent of arousal that wafted in the room. He couldn’t stop the little whimper from bubbling in his throat and like animal instinct, Marcel responded with a dangerous growl. The twitch of his lip. The flash of bared teeth. Scott noticed the alpha’s claws as they dug into the metal and he squirmed, biting into his bottom lip.
“Sorry,” he choked out. He could feel the wet heat beneath him, making him hotter, making him hornier. He was hard between his legs and it was torture not to slip a hand into his pants and relieve himself, even just slightly. A soft whine escaped his throat as he slammed the back of his head into the metal behind him, mouth agape as he dropped his hand to the arousal between his thighs. He couldn’t stop himself. “Fuck,” he whimpered.
“Scott, you’re gonna trigger my rut.” The words were forced out between bare teeth, the alpha gripping the metal bar to try and hold himself there. “Fuck, I wanna- I wanna have you.” He threw his attention over his shoulders, eyes sharp and pupils dilated. His chest heaved, face flushed pink with heat and fever. Scott could taste his arousal, could taste the addictive scent of an alpha’s need.
He couldn’t stop his knees from spreading, rubbing himself and throwing wave after wave of pleasure up his spine. “Fu-uck-” he moaned, running his tongue along his teeth. He arched his hips up into his touch and flicked his attention up to the screech of tearing metal, five long claw marks embedded in the wall where Marcel pressed himself.
“I don’t wanna take advantage of you,” he growled and Scott gasped as he slipped his hand into his pants. His eyes rolled back, hand burning around his arousal. “But I want you really bad.”
Scott heard him fall to the floor, heard the sound of him ripping through the carpet. If he wasn’t so drowsy from the lust, he would swoon at how much Marcel tried to stop himself; at how much Marcel didn’t want to hurt him or take advantage of him.
But with the heat coursing through his veins, he couldn’t help the loud whimper, catching Marcel’s eyes and tipping his head up to present his throat. “Please,” he breathed, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth. “Please, fuck me.”
Marcel was on him in seconds. Large hands still showing claws grasped his ankles, yanking him hard and fast so he was laying flat on the floor of the elevator. The alpha didn’t hesitate to manhandle his legs apart, pushing Scott’s hands away so he could kneel between the omega’s legs. “I’m gonna,” he murmured, the look in his eyes as he admired Scott’s flushed, panting body doing wonders to the heat of his entrance.
Nimble fingers yanked his pants, slipping them down his thighs and dragging them all the way off his ankles. Scott squirmed for a second before he tugged his shirt off, then reached for Marcel who was shoving his own pants down his thighs. As soon as he was naked, the alpha was dropping his head to Scott’s thighs, pushing one up to spread his legs further and reveal the pool of slick collecting on the elevator floor.
Scott gasped as Marcel nosed against his upper thigh, tasting the skin with a low hum as he inhaled the direct scent of Scott’s need. He whimpered as kisses trailed along the sensitive flesh, his own claws tearing through the carpet as Marcel stretched his thigh up further.
“Can I taste you?” he asked, voice rough with need and Scott couldn’t help the buck of his hips.
He threw his head back. “Please, please, please.” Then Marcel was pushing his leg over and rolling him onto his front.
“On your knees.” Simple command. Scott obeyed. “Good boy,” was pressed to his buttcheek with a bite and Scott dropped his forehead to the carpet as calloused fingers spread him apart.
He heard the deep inhale and arched his back at the possessive growl that rolled against his flesh. All he got as warning was the brush of his cheek against Scott’s ass before a hot, wet tongue was sliding through the slick that covered Scotty’s entrance.
Immediately, the omega keened, pushing back against the hand that held him by the back of the thigh. A moment hovered, before Marcel was pressing in and rolling his tongue over Scott’s entrance. Sound after sound slipped from the omega, his thighs shaking from the tension as the alpha pulled him open with only his tongue. He rocked back against the touch, gasping and panting as his slick was lapped up by the alpha in rut. The heat spun his head and he couldn’t stop the loud whine when the wet muscle pushed past the ring of muscles.
“F- Fuck!” he cried. He opened up beneath the alpha’s mouth, moaning as that tongue pressed into him. It wasn’t a deep touch but the feeling sent Scott to Cloud 9 as he was drowned in a ground-shaking pleasure. “Marcel, I- I need more-” he gasped, baring his teeth against the carpet as the alpha continued to massage his entrance. “Please- Please, I need-”
Faster than he could register, that mouth withdrew and Marcel’s thumb pressed into him instead. Thicker and that slight bit deeper, Scott’s head hit the ground hard and his lips parted with a soundless cry.
The thumb pulled out. Two fingers drove in.
Slick dripped down Scott’s thighs, his face plastered to the carpet as his body jerked back. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feelings twisting and tangling in his gut, driving him wild. Those two fingers didn’t stop moving as he whimpered and mewled, driving in and out, curling, spreading, twisting. His entrance was abused with the friction, his walls feeling swollen around Marcel’s digits. Scott could feel his body winding up like an elastic band and he didn’t know how long he had left before he snapped.
Fortunately, it seemed the alpha understood. He whined helplessly when Marcel left him empty, arms shaking as he pushed himself up and swung his head back to his neighbour. “On your back,” the alpha murmured, rubbing his thigh comfortingly before settling himself between the omega’s thighs.
There was a moment of silence where the alpha just watched Scott, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips to his flushed cheeks and mused hair. Scotty couldn’t describe the way the world spun beneath them when the alpha kissed him. He kissed him deeply, tongue diving in to allow Scott a taste of his own slick, before inviting the omega’s tongue back to suck gently on.
Without breaking the kiss, Marcel nudged his tip against the omega’s slick entrance. A soft hmph sounded between their mouths as Scott arched in preparation, before Marcel was sinking his weight forward and pressing his arousal into the omega beneath him.
Scotty couldn’t keep the kiss, throwing his head back and digging his claws into Marcel’s arm as the alpha filled him out. His mouth opened with a loud moan, back arching off the floor and hips pressing up into Marcel. He didn’t think he had the energy to even open his eyes again.
Marcel’s mouth trailed down his exposed throat as he eased back, teeth biting into the meat of his shoulder as he thrust himself back in.
“Alpha-” The call of his tilted sparked something in Marcel and the deep growl that sounded from his throat lit Scott’s entire body on fire as the alpha pushed his legs apart. He held him in place, braced himself against the carpet and fucked the omega, the copious amounts of slick making the task smoother.
It didn’t reduce the pleasure at all though, Marcel growling and groaning as he thrust his hips against the undersides of Scott’s thighs. The omega couldn’t stop the string of unintelligible sounds from dripping from his mouth, curses, slurred cries of “Marcel” and “Alpha”, moans and whines and gasps. He couldn’t stop; Marcel feeling each sound erupt from the pale throat beneath his teeth as the alpha left mark after mark across his skin.
With the lasting energy in Scott’s body, he linked his leg up over the alpha’s hip, lifting an exhaustingly heavy hand up to grasp his hair. With a whimper, he dragged Marcel down and crushed their mouths together in a bruising kiss, swirling with the lust of a combined heat and rut.
“Alpha,” he moaned, pressing the word into Marcel’s mouth along with his tongue. He never wanted to forget what his neighbour tasted like, what he felt like inside him, how he fucked him, how he sounded while he did so. There was nothing about that moment that Scott ever wanted to forget as Marcel fucked him up and into his climax.
It rolled through him like a tsunami, crashed over him like a wave of glass. His whole body seized up, ankle dragging Marcel as deep into him as he could go as his back arched off the itching carpet. His mouth remained agape but his voice was too ruined to make a sound as Marcel rested his face against the omega’s neck.
The clench of the thin body around the alpha was enough to drag him down into his orgasm also, rocking his hips to ride the two of them through their climaxes before he collapsed against the blonde.
Scott was sure he’d have fallen asleep beneath the alpha had Marcel not let out a strained groan and pushed up off him. He peeled his eyes open, meeting Marcel’s gaze and released his deep breath. “Fuck,” he mumbled, feeling the heat lingering in his system. The fluid on his stomach was already getting sticky but from the way his skin burned and itched, he knew he was far from done with being fucked.
Marcel pulled out of him and Scott shuddered as a mix of the alpha’s fluid and his own slick dripped out of his abused entrance. Yet he didn’t miss how Marcel was already getting hard again and he knew his body was more reactive than ever to the fresh scent of hunger that wafted off Marcel’s skin.
“Fuck,” he repeated, head falling back against the carpet. Marcel laughed, voice hoarse as he rubbed Scott’s thigh.
“I think someone’s coming,” the alpha murmured, reaching for his shirt to wipe up the mess they’d made.
Scott lifted his head. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna leave as soon as we’re out of here,” he slurred, words unfiltered in the tangle of his mind. “No toy will fuck me like you just did.”
Marcel laughed again, loud and unashamed as he helped the weakened omega sit up. “Unless you plan on leaving me in the hall, I don’t plan on leaving your side,” he assured, passing Scott his shirt to slip on. “Plus,” he started, pinning Scott to the wall as soon as the omega was on his feet, “the thought of you riding me is torturous and I don’t think I’ll be able to go home without knowing what that’s really like.
Scott blushed, but caught the sound of people at the floor above. A shout was heard and Marcel grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to the omega’s lips before he turned to fetch his pants and pull them back on.
It was an agonising ten minutes before the firemen could get the elevator open, the first woman they saw pulling a face as the scent of the elevator hit her. Neither man said anything and she didn’t mention it other than a dirty look, and the second they were free, Scott was dragging Marcel back to his apartment and yanking him inside.
He thought about sending his other neighbours a note of apology as Marcel crawling atop him on his bed but didn’t get past the first few words in his head before he was occupied with the mouth on his arousal and the fingers spreading wide inside him.
32. We’re cuddling but I can’t tell if it’s friend-cuddling, or gay-cuddling…
warning: nsfw
There was a very direct line that friends would draw between them. A line that marked the difference between “too far” and “this is fine” when it came to platonic relationships; especially those that crossed second genders.
Marcel had those lines drawn. He had them with Craig, with Evan, with John, Jaren, and Brock. The betas and omegas were cuddle-aholics and he was, unashamedly, one as well. Unlike Tyler or Luke, he was the cuddliest of all the alpha’s. He loved the warmth and the friendliness that came from the messy piles their friends formed during overly-planned movie nights. He loved the scents of simple happiness that seeped from both the betas and the omegas when they decidedly plopped down on his chest or back, curling up like a cat or a dog and claiming his space as theirs.
No matter what, he kept that line.
For everyone. Everyone except Scotty; the beta that wriggled his way into Marcel’s heart about two years after meeting.
That had been a difficult three years ago and Marcel was still harboring a silly little crush on the melodramatic beta. But he refused to let it get in between their friendships, brushing off the lingering stares and consistent touching that they shared between each other more than he did with any other. He ignored the air of difference between them that didn’t hover between him and Evan, or him and Jaren. He ignored how Scott would sit closer, would smile more, would keep those gorgeous blue eyes on him while he laughed, no matter who at or why he was even laughing to begin with.
“Marcel?” A hand waving in front of his eyes brought him back to the present, feeling warmth on his lap and chest. Scott was sat sideways on the couch with his legs thrown over Marcel’s, the alpha’s arms tight around the beta’s waist to keep him close. “You vanished on me for a minute.” The smile on Scott’s face was, as always, beautiful, the beta tilting his head as Marcel’s eyes focused back in on his face. “You good?” he asked, snuggling back into Marcel’s chest after deciding the alpha was back in the present.
The alpha sighed, resting his head back to allow Scott more area to nuzzle against his collarbone. That action enough was something that set their interactions apart from the interactions he had with other betas, or even omegas. The affection stretched over the very blurry line that spanned between “friendly” and “too friendly”.
Yet, like every other time, he didn’t say a word. He just tightened his hold around the betas waist and squeezed out any remaining space between the two of them. The warmth and weight on his lap and against his chest; he couldn’t feel guilty for enjoying the moment. Pressing his cheek to Scott’s temple, he returned his eyes to the screen and held back his pleased purr when Scott’s sigh rolled over his sensitive skin of his neck.
They remained in silence for the rest of the movie, Scott shifting and squirming in a way Marcel had long since grown used to. Scott was always someone who took a lot of time to get comfortable, whether they were sitting or laying down. Marcel had stopped complaining about it to the beta a good two years ago, accepting that it wouldn’t stop the boy’s consistent moving.
“That was so fuckin’ cool,” Marcel muttered, feeling drowsiness wash down his spine as Scott hummed in agreement and snuggled closer. His nose brushed at the crook of Marcel’s nose and the alpha melted into the couch, holding Scott close. The comforting mingling of their scents was enough to almost put him to sleep and he didn’t think about the way he nuzzled his nose into the side of Scott’s head,
An undecided hum rolled from Scott’s throat, pausing Marcel in his descent into slumber.
“Everything okay?” he asked, forcing his eyes open so he could fall back and gaze through the darkness at the beta. Scott took a moment to lift his attention to Marcel, a look of hesitance in his eyes. “Scott?” Marcel probed, squeezing the hit beneath his hand.
It seemed that Scot made up his mind, the beta planting both hands on Marcel’s shoulders so he could brace himself. Then, smooth as anything, he lifted up and swung his leg over Marcel’s lap so he could plant himself on the alpha’s thighs.
Marcel’s brows rose in surprise, but he didn’t move his hands away from the beta’s hips, holding eye contact without a tense muscle in his body. Two feet over that very blurry line; Marcel didn’t give anything but a soft sigh.
“What is this to you?” Scott asked, head tilting. His weight was heavy, dragging himself as closer to make sure there wasn’t a millimeter of space between their pelvises. Marcel couldn’t stop the heat that wound through his veins, unable to ignore the air of something more between them. Scott’s smile was too close to his, his eyes too sharp, his chocolate-smelling breath tickling his mouth.
“Cuddling,” Marcel responded, hoping the darkness hid the way his eyes flickered over Scott’s face. The only light was from the flickering street lamp leaking into the living room through the thin, navy curtin.
The beta linked his arms around the back of Marcel’s neck, squirming closer. “Don’t play stupid, Marcel.”
“Well, what do you want this to be, hm?” he asked, letting his hands slide around from Scott’s hips to his back. There was an air that lingered between them, like gas that would spark with every light of their breaths. With the weight of confidence on his shoulders, he made sure Scott noticed his deliberate look at the beta’s mouth, watching those pretty lips curl in a smile.
Scott swayed closer, a few inches between their mouths, but he rocked back, pulling his lip between teeth. “Do you let anyone else sit on your lap like this?” His words were tentative; unsure and careful.
“Do you think I’d kiss anyone else like this?” Marcel responded, tightening his embrace around the man’s waist before closing the space between them and fitting their mouths together.
Within five seconds, the kiss developed from chaste and sweet to fast and heated. Scott was sucking Marcel’s tongue into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it like he’d been born to drive Marcel crazy. By the way he rutted his hips down against the alpha, Marcel was certain that there was some sort of sexual magic going on.
Marcel was sure he had fallen asleep mid-movie. He had to have been dreaming. Not only was he kissing Scott, but Scott was kissing him back. He was kissing him, touching him, grinding on him; he was all over him and Marcel wanted to make sure, assuming he was blessedly fast asleep, that he never forgot the scent of Dream-Scott’s arousal.
When Scott broke the kiss in a gasp that sounded incredible vivid pressed against the shell of his ear, he didn’t wait to drop his mouth to the beta’s neck. Scott’s pulse bumped against the tip of his nose as the alpha mouthed at the heated skin. He was determined to savour as much of this dream as possible.
Except that he kept being distracted by those nimble fingers, yanking at Marcel’s shirt until it was released by his belt and began falling apart at the buttons. The clink of his buckle sounded before the zip of his fly and a fingernails were slipping down the skin of his naval, brushing through the little snail trail before sliding beneath the elastic of your boxers.
The reality of the scene swallowed Marcel. “Holy fuck, I’m not dreaming,” he moaned, the words falling out of his mouth as cold fingers slid around the base of his cock. Scott’s laughter was a teasing brush of air, teeth sharp when biting gently one the lobe of the alpha’s ear.
“Not a dream,” he said, grinding down and carelessly pinning his hand between the both of them as he whimpered. “I’m done with dreams.” The beta didn’t seem able to stop himself, hips rocking messily as Marcel’s hands drop down to grasp his ass. “I want you- I want you for real, not in my head anymore- Ah, fuck-”
Marcel didn’t wait to push his hand beneath Scott’s pants, hand against his bare ass as he pushed up against him. “This is fast.” He bit the words into the skin of Scott’s shoulder. “Are you sure this is alright?” He moaned as Scott’s hand tightened around him, sliding up to press his thumb against the alpha’s slit.
“Not fast enough,” Scott groaned. “C’mon,”--He withdrew his hand--“you can’t fuck me without lube,” he purred, mouthing at Marcel’s throat when the alpha’s head fell back. The groan was one of pain, his grinding uselessly up against Scott’s until the beta was lifting up off his lap and standing.
“Scott, you can’t just-”
The devilish grin on that gorgeous face was enough to stop his sentence short as Scott caught his hand and tugged. “You can knot me if you want,” he purred, dragging Marcel up to his feet and nipping at Marcel’s bottom lip.
And though it was a struggle to follow Scott all the way upstairs to their bedroom without shoving the beta against a wall and rutting against his ass like a horny teenager, it was all worth it. Worth it when Scott was pinned beneath him. Worth it when he was mewling because of three, slick fingertips pressed to his prostate. Worth it when Marcel’s knot was filling him up in a gloriously pleasurable way.
Worth it when he got to fall asleep with Scott splayed out over his chest and their fingers wound together.
