Love Is Ǝvil

38 I Just Wanna Be Your Secret Lover

Marshall stepped through the door and a small apartment opened up in front of him. The short hall led him into the living room. With two couches, a coffee table and a TV the room had everything you needed, but it didn't really look lived in. As he looked around, he leaned against the backrest of one of the couches and finally asked: "What's this for?"

Ryan took his big winter coat off and threw it onto the couch. "Just a place for fun, you know."

Giving the living room one more long look and noticing no game consoles nor DVDs nor CDs or anything remotely fun, Marshall went out on a limb, "You mean, with your mistress."

"Can't really take her home, can I?", Ryan defended himself with a weak shrug.

"Hm", Marshall mumbled to himself, "Never thought about that." Motels had worked fine for him.

Ryan clicked with his tongue. "And she ain't my mistress, dude. What am I? Some English lord or what?"

Marshall laughed softly. "Nah, that you ain't, not by a mile. You want me to call her your side bitch and Mona your main bitch? That's just rude, Mona deserves better, you know."

"Didn't bother you to say it about Kim", Ryan said and tilted his head thoughtfully.

Marshall waved the interjection aside. Then he took his own winter coat off. "You really serious about ... owing me something like this?", he asked. Marshall wasn't sure, if he liked this thought or not. I'm sure for you, slut. I know what you're doing. On the one hand, he did find Ryan madly attractive and they certainly had chemistry between them. Back in the day, they had had a lot of fun in bed. Well, figuratively, bed probably was one of the places they had spent the least amount of time in. On the other hand, they were good and close friends and usually sex didn't go with that. On the other other hand, he also was with Nicolas and shouldn't have sex with anybody else but him. Which he had broken twice already.

"Well, you said it yourself, you weren't really thinking straight in that moment. I kinda took advantage of you, didn't I. So, I should make it up to you, don't you think?", Ryan explained and leaned casually against the doorframe.

Marshall highly doubted, this was how these things worked. "Shouldn't you tell me, not to cheat on my boyfriend? Again."

Briefly Ryan weighed his head. "If you were any other person, sure I would. But you flirted with a hooker right in front of him, I don't think, this'll make anything worse." There was undeniably truth to that. Then Ryan smiled at him softly and stepped forward until they almost touched. "Wanna know what I think? I think, you do this on purpose." You ain't fooling no one, bitch.

Marshall swallowed nervously. "I don't know, what you mean."

"Let me show you", Ryan whispered and kissed him again, slowly and tenderly.

Of course Marshall kissed back. He liked the feel of Ryan's soft lips on his own and how their tongues always strived to reach the sky - regardless if they were rapping with each other or kissing one another. His hands grabbed hold of Ryan's sweater.

As their lips parted just enough to not be kissing anymore, Ryan asked under his breath: "See?"

The only answer he could give, was him sucking his lower lip between his teeth and kneading it shyly. Ugh, can you stop this cutesy act? It's making me sick, fag. What was he to say? He had never denied that he liked Ryan. He trusted his friend and he loved spending time with him. Wasn't that okay? "I see you", he answered in the same low tone.

One more time today Ryan grabbed Marshall's hand and pulled him with, into the bedroom this time. Here, he kissed him again, with more passion now as he walked them slowly to the bed.