Lost in your gaze

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It was yet another night of the same tossing and turning. Marcus's mind was like a flood, an overflow of thoughts and emotions to the point they were all unrecognizable. He didn't even know what he was feeling anymore. Did he regret kissing Oliver? A part of him did but it seemed like a now or never and if Oliver didn't like him, oh well. Marcus likes to tell himself that he will be okay, that it won't hurt him to lose Oliver. But it was the contrary, he wasn't okay and he couldn't bear to lose Oliver nor to think that the latter was disgusted with him.

Oliver stared at the ceiling. He hadn't been able to sleep since the kiss, if you could even call it that. To be honest, he did enjoy the kiss and he had felt a connection. Marcus wouldn't talk to him though, what could he do? Marcus avoided Oliver like the plague. Oliver could do nothing but sulk and think about what could've been. Was Marcus playing with him? Did the kiss mean absolutely nothing? Had Marcus come to the realization that Oliver was a shitty human being? He didn't know the answer to any of these questions. He hoped to be wrong, just this once.

Catching a glimpse of Marcus, it took all of Oliver's might to not run after him. He failed.
"Marcus!" Oliver screamed at the top of his lungs. Marcus ran, he ran as fast and as far as he could. Oliver stood there, like an idiot, humiliated and embarrassed. He frowned. His once lightened and bright expression turned into a saddened one. Had he done something wrong?

Marcus panted as he tried to catch his breath. He longingly looked back, staring at the black void. His body gave in, trembling as he collapsed onto the floor. He was filled with regret that it was making him nauseous. Still on the floor, he hurdled up and sobbed. He finally let it all out, with shaking fingers, he tried to wipe his tears away but the tears had won. There was an unbearable amount.

Oliver decided to cool down his frustration by taking a bath. He sat in the bath tub allowing a tear or two to fall. He sighed, he couldn't take it anymore.

These feelings didn't go away. Not one bit. In desperation, Oliver put his clothes and shoes on, running out. Without a particular destination, he ran and ran and ran. He looked everywhere like a mad man for Marcus but to no avail. The eyes on him, judging and preying, as if he had gone completely bonkers. Panting, he saw a figure crying on the floor. He approached, tapping the person's shoulder. The eyes that shot up were those of Marcus. For a split second, he swore he couldn't look away. Oliver sat beside Marcus.

"Why are you crying?" Oliver's voice was soft and gentle. Marcus had missed his voice. He didn't think he could even respond but this was his chance to clear things up.

"Because I kissed you," Marcus replied inaudible and shy. Oliver had a questioning look.

"What about it? Do you regret it so much?"

"I-I don't know. Only if you didn't want it..." His voice trailed off and Oliver smiled.

"I wanted it," Oliver said softly, brushing Marcus's tears away in the same manner. Marcus was surprised but gladly accepted the response.

Oliver sighed to himself. He carefully and for the most part subtly, positioned himself to face Marcus better. They both stared into each other's eyes, enchanted by one another. Oliver cupped Marcus's cheeks, inching closer by the second. Their lips met again, they didn't want to let go. Their kiss, delicate and sweet, raised sparks in both of their bodies. They finally let each other go, smiling.

"I like you," Marcus said softly.

"I like you too" Oliver responded in the same tone.

Their lips inched closer together again like a magnet. Marcus swore this was some kind of fantasy. Marcus could get lost in Oliver's gaze for a lifetime, it was his sentence. Oliver could get lost in Marcus's gaze for a lifetime, because it was also his sentence.