Sleepy head

Following The Lines .

Marcus sighed and streched, they were still naked in the bed sheets their bodies still attached. Tomas was tickling delicatly Marcus' shoulder, his head layed in his neck.
'' hmmmmm '' Marcus sighed, petting the dark curls. ''what are you doing, luv ? "
Tomas smiled, raising his head up enough to look Marcus in the eyes.
'' following the lines ''
Marcus moved his head to kiss him and streched again making his back snap followed by his nape. He sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes and left the bed, walking through the bathroom naked. Tomas smiled happily, taking the pillow of Marcus and smelled it. He fell asleep as Marcus was in the shower.
Three strong knocks waked him abruptly, he looked for Marcus who was already dressed. Marcus looked over him and walked though the door, opening it just enough to hide Tomas still naked in the bed sheets.
A man was in front of the door, standing in the corridor, he seemed upset.
'' Good morning sir ? " Marcus told him, opening a bit more the door of the bedroom as Tomas walked rapidly in the bathroom. ''what Can i do for you ?"
The man approached Marcus, hitting his chest with a finger.'' what you Can do for me, pal, is stopping your whore from screaming at night."
Marcus ' eyes went wide.'' I'm sorry ? "
" yeah, you undertood me well. Your bitch have to stop his cries ! How you fuck her doesn't interest me. ''
Marcus chuckled, moving the finger off his chest.
'' do not talk like that. ''
'' i talk as i please, pal. You and your bitch stay quiet or i will make you two bleed. Is that clear ? "
Marcus punched him in the face, hitting the nose hardly. The man fell.
'' he is not a bitch. '' he took the man by the collar, hitting his nose again before letting him go. '' your nose must be broken. ''
He slapped the door and wipped off the bit of blood he had on his knuckles with his shirt. Tomas came out of the bathroom dressed, his curls still wet. He nearly ran to Marcus as he saw the blood on his shirt.
'' Marcus ! God, what happened ? "
'' we leave, take your bag. '' he stood up and cleaned up the mess they make before lacing his shoes rapidly, Tomas followed him fast.
'' what have you done ?"
They went quickly to the parking, getting into the truck.
'' Marcus, what have you done ? Did you hurt someone ?"
"yes. '' he said, starting the car.
'' why ?" he grabbed Marcus' hand. '' why ? "
Marcus sighed against gritted teeth. He was upset.
'' are you a whore, Tomas ?"
"what ?"
"are you a whore ? A bitch ?"
Tomas heart fell in his stomach, the words were horrible.
'' i... I don't understand.... ''
'' you are not a whore ! " Marcus said, hitting the wheel with his fist. ''this man called you my whore. You're not.... A whore.''
Tomas eyes were wet, he ran his hands on Marcus' shoulders, hugging him. Marcus was nearly crying of rage.
'' no I'm not... '' he petted Marcus' hair. '' I'm not... ''
They leaved, taking the road and calling Bennett for news. There was still nothing so they passed the Day on the road silently, Marcus still angry and Tomas trying to comfort him.