Light -Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Fourteen

"Marcel, you aren't gonna drive home in this weather. Stay here. Call your mum," I tell him.

"I-I..."

"Marcel, baby boy, I know you don't want to go out there. You're going to stay here with me, okay? I don't mind. Honestly, I want you to stay with me," I smile. He seems to relax little.

"I'll call Mum," he says, and pulls out his cell phone. I hear him tell his mother about how he doesn't want to drive in this weather and that he's staying with me. And then that he wasn't going to do anything bad. His mum doesn't trust me. Don't blame her. He does, though, he trusts me.

"Freezing rain and thunder, it isn't even August," I sigh.

"That is abnormal, isn't it?" he frowns. "Oh, well."

"Wanna do something?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno, card game? Movie?" I'm still embarrassed about earlier, my breakdown against the wall, in his lap. I liked the in his lap part, a little.

"I could teach you how to do a card trick, you taught me how to be a macho man," he smiles.

"Okay," I laugh, and poke his face. He blushes as I lead him to the living room and get him a deck of cards. I watch as he holds a card between his fingers and starts moving his hand quickly, and suddenly the card disappears, then reappears a few seconds later in his place between his fingers. "The hell?" I exclaim.

"Here, look," Marcel smiles, and places a card between my fingers. "If you move your hand quickly enough, you can flick your wrist and move your fingers so the card goes back here." He moves the card to behind my palm. I try it again an again, until I give up and bit the card in half. I blow the half out of my mouth with a sigh. Marcel raises his eyebrows.

"We could do a movie," I mumble. Marcel nearly jumps out of his skin when all the lights in the house go out. No power. "Or not. Here, help me light candles." His eyes are wide and he's pale again. "You okay?" He nods stiffly. I sigh and move over into his lap again, lacing my fingers behind his neck. "You're fine," I mumble, kissing his neck and jaw and cheek. "You're okay. Okay? Baby boy, calm down," I say, and kiss the mark on his neck, and rub the back of his neck.

"I know, I-I just get so nervous sometimes," he blushes.

"I know, sweetie, I understand." Why am I so soft? "Nothing is gonna happen to you."

"What about Mum? What about Gem? What about you, Jocelyn?"

"I'm an amazing driver, I'm better than anybody ever, I'm great, really," I smile. Marcel smiles back at me and wraps his arms around me. He presses his nose to mine, an incredibly sweet gesture that makes me wanna nuzzle into him and let him hold me. "Marcel, c'mere," I say, and lead him to the closet where I keep my candles. We light them and place them all over the house, before lighting six in my room. I get an idea. "Hey, take this off."

"What? No," he blushes as I tug on his shirt a little.

"Yes, come on, babe. You'll like this." I will too. He hesitates a second or two, because he's insecure, I know. Not because he doesn't trust me. He does. So he pulls the shirt over his head and jams his fists into his pockets, blushing. Hard. "C'mere," I smile, and pull him down to me. I press my lips onto his and he immediately kisses me back, taking his hands from his pockets and puts them on my lower back, pulling me to him gently. I run my hands over his bare back, over his shoulder blades, and up his torso. Fuck, this torso, I love it. He's so lean, so strong. He gasps into my mouth when I run my palms over his pectoral muscles, down his abdomen. I love the surprise, love the thought of being the only one to have ever touched him in this way.