forum Super Hero vs Super Villain one-on-one? (closed)

Started August 17, 2018 by @Sugar-Lover

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Justin laughed. "Ya."

Marcos lifted himself up on his forearms, pulled at Justin so their positions were reversed from when they first started in the limousine. Marcos plopped on top of Justin, thankful that he didn’t have to worry about crushing him because he was so skinny. Marcos smiled, digging his head back next to Justin and gently biting his neck, hoping if be enough to distract Justin from thinking back to how Marcos had been almost suspended in air instead of falling. Marcos’ tongue stuck out to lick Justin’s neck a little.

Justin moaned at Marcos' new found dominance. He also threw back his head.

Marcos stretched his jaw to be able to graze his open mouth over Justin’s exposed neck. He moaned, hands now tasseled in Justin’s hair. Marcos’ tongue dragged across Justin’s jaw next, another moan escaping him.

A moan escaped Justin's mouth. Justin knew the car was getting close to their destination, but didn't want to stop.

“I. Love. You.” Marcis punctuated with kisses down Justin’s jawline. The limo was slowing down, so he sadly started to sit up.

“I know.” Justin started to sit up. “This is our stop.”

Marcos pouted, and slowly got out of the car. His hair was probably a mess now, but it only made him grin. He looked back to watch Justin get out of the car.

Justin followed Marcos out of the car. "What do you want to do on your first day back?"

“I dunno…” Marocs trailed off, then looked at Justin, “What do you want to do?”

Justin grabbed his hand as they walked inside. "I don't care, it's not my day back."

“You were basically with me the entire time,” Marcos said with a smile, tugging Justin close so he could wrap his arm around Justin’s waist, “Plus I can’t decide. What do you want to do?”

Justin looked down at him, smiling. "Let's go shopping."

“Alright, as long I’m with you,” Marcos said with grin. He had been looking at that bike, and he needed a new saucepan… Marcos pecked Justin on the cheek.

"Yay. But let's shower and change first." Justin started to skip as he walked inside.

“Yeah, that’s definitely a good idea.” Marcos smiled. He probably smelled terrible. Marcos entered their apartment to find Kolu waiting by the door for them, and he smiled, picking the kitten up and talking in a baby voice, “Hey there, did you miss me?”

Justin smiled at Kolu reacting to Marcos. Justin headed to the shower shedding his clothes, getting in.

Marcos laid back on his bed, snuggling with the kitten and waiting for his turned in the shower. He got a little cat toy out, a feather on a string, and started playing with Kolu.

Justin finished showering, he turned off the water, getting out. He didn't grab a towel or a change of clothes, like he always did. He got out completely naked and walked back into the room, walking to the closest to get changed. It was a weird habit of his to not cover up when he got out of the shower. He had developed this habit since he was a child, never changing it.

Marcos dropped the cat toy on top of Kolu when Justin walked out of the bathroom. He tried, he really did, to look at Justin’s handsome face. His mouth dropped open, and had a hard time remembering how to speak, “Aaaa- I -er- Justin?”

"Yes?" Justin continued to the closest to get changed, as he normally did

“Geez- I-“ The moment started to catch up with Marcos, and he turned a furious shade of red and dug his head into the bed. He would never get used to Justin doing that, “Juuuuussstttttiiiiinnnnnn…” Marcos said into the bed, muffled slightly.

"Wha- oh…" Justin remembered that he was naked. "Sorry…" He went into the closet and put on an extra big shirt, then came back out. "This better?"

“Is it safe to look?” Marcos asked, still entirely flustered and red. Gosh… Oh gosh… Marcos was at a loss.

Justin looked down and saw that the shirt went passed mid-thigh. "I guess. It goes passed mid-thigh." Justin continued to look through his closest to figure out what he was going to wear.

Marcos peeked up on e eyes sheepishly, his face still a furious shade of deep red. Justin was still really cute wearing just a shirt like that. He was staring for a few heartbeats before saying, “I should probably shower,” and scrambling to bathroom. Once the door was closed he got undressed and turned on the water. Gosh he was so flustered. He dumped his dirty clothes into the laundry hamper, then gingerly slipped into the hot water. Once he cleaned himself he got out, then realized a fatal mistake. He forgot to bring clean clothes with him. Once again turning a furious shade of red, he eased open the door and asked nervously, “Hey, uh, Justin? I- Well I forgot to bring -er- clean clothes in the bathroom for me, can you, uh, grab me some?”

Justin had decided on wearing black skinny jeans, a white tshirt and a dark grew bomber jacket. He looked up from his phone when he heard Marcos. "Just come out I won't look." He went back to his phone.

Marcos turned an even deeper shade of red, watching Justin cautiously as he creeped out of the door. He tried to shrink as he walked, nearly ran, to his drawer, but slipped along the way on his still wet feet. He tumbled downwards and panic hit him harder than the floor was going to.

(I love how awkward this is going)

Justin heard him fall, but didn't look. He got up and grabbed the big shirt he had just been wearing and threw it at him sitting back down on the bed.