Craig's POV
Knock Knock Knock
The door opens, Mrs Marsh stands before me, I blush slightly, his parents still make me nervous.
"Why hello there Craig." Mrs Marsh says kindly, his mom is a lot less intimidating than his dad. His dad, is a fucking idiot. His dad starts shit just for attention. I joke that his son is gonna turn out the same way.
"Hello Mrs. Marsh." I smile and nod.
"You must be here to see your little boyfriend!" She exclaims
My blush is light, but after she says that it becomes noticeable "Yeah, is he here?"
"Yeah he's up in his room playing his guitar." She answers, his guitar? He never played it for me. I might just listen for a bit.
"Okay, I wont disturb him from it" I state
"Well come in from out of the cold!" She exclaims stepping to the side, I walk in and take my shoes off. Mrs Marsh looks at my socks and smiles "I love your socks Craig!"
I look down at them, they have a bunch of space themed things all over it, some planets and rockets, the socks are black but the space things are in white. I smile lightly "Thank you" I love these socks.
"Can I get you anything? Hot cocoa? Water? Coffee?" She suggests
"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though" I see Mr Marsh in the kitchen. Oh god. He gets up and makes his way over to me.
"Well I think I'll go up an-" I start, getting cut off by Mr Marsh.
"HEYYYYY" He stops me
"Oh uh... Hey." I respond
"Just what do you think you're doing?!" He asks, Stan is usually here to save me, but I'm on my own.
"I'm just... here for Stan." I answer
"You hurt my son I'll have you behind bars." He walks up to me and leans over me. Though he's not that much taller than me, I have to lean down a bit.
"I'm not gonna hurt him." I try to sound as genuine as possible.
"He won't shut his fucking trap about you and hopefully it's for the right reasons." He states
Don't be sarcastic, don't be sarcastic, don't be sarcastic.
"I'd hope so... I can't shut my fucking trap about him either." I respond, stepping back from him "I'm gonna... go see him now." I walk upstairs, over to his room. I put my ear to the door and listen to his guitar, he must've been lost in it enough not to stop when his dad yelled. His dad isn't a quiet person.
Stan has such a good singing voice and he's so good at guitar. I just press my head up to the door, and end up listening for a good ten minutes, before I open the door and see him with his head against the body of the guitar and his eyes closed, even when I opened the door he continues playing. I carefully close the door and walk over to the bed, Stan doesn't have his hat on, surprisingly, so to get his attention I run a hand through his hair. He stops singing but he doesn't stop playing.
"Hi there baby" Stan greets, I lean down to give him a hello kiss, my hand is still in his hair, he has nice soft hair.
"Hey, You've never played guitar for me, I just had to listen a bit before disturbing you." I lean on him a bit, Putting my arm around him.
"I never felt the need to play it for you" Stan stops playing and puts his guitar to the side. Putting his arm around me, though I'm standing and he's sitting, so rather than his arm around my waist it's around my ass, I don't mind though, he doesn't seem to mind either, of course he wouldn't.
"But you're so good..." I start "I wanna hear it." I tap his nose a few times, he scrunches it up.
"Maybe" He responds
"You're a pain in the ass." I put our foreheads tighter. His arm retracts a bit so his hand is on my ass "Yes, there." I add, which makes Stan chuckle
"I like there." He says
"I can tell." I respond
"How?" He asks
"Well, two reasons, one, you can never get your hand off there, and two, you're gay as fuck." I answer
"You're gay!" he argues
"Stan. You're my boyfriend." I state
"So?" He asks
"That makes you gay." I answer
"No! I could be Bi! What about Wendy?" He asks
"You threw up almost every time she kissed you." I state
"Okay I'm gay." He gives in
"Yay!" I respond, giving him a kiss to the cheek. He squeezes my ass a little
"Hey. I'm letting you touch it, don't abuse your power by squeezing it" I glare at him with a scrunched up nose and a smile.
"I can squeeze it all I want. I claimed it" he states
"What?! We haven't had sex!" I exclaim a bit louder than I expected
"I still claimed it, I can touch it all I want." Stan says squeezing it a bit more.
"Ugghhhh fine" I give in
"I know you like it." He teases
"You caught me" just then the door busted open and Mr Marsh jumps in.
"WHOS HAVING SEX?! NOT MY BOYS!!!" Mr Marsh yells so loudly that it hurts my ears, Stan is used to it though.
"We aren't having sex." Stan states, I'm a bit perplexed on the fact that he called me his boy. Jesus has he accepted me into his family already? It has only been six months.
"Oh, good. You two are too young for that." Mr Marsh says, significantly quieter.
"Technically we aren't-" I get cut off by Stan shushing me. It's true though, we aren't. I know the fucking law.
"Stanley get your hand off his ass." Mr Marsh instructs
"What if I like it there?" Stan asks
"I don't care. I'm your dad and you'll do what I tell you" Mr Marsh answers
"What if I like it there?" I ask, feeling Stan tense up a bit, his dad is speechless. "Where does it say my boyfriend can't touch my ass?" I add, Stan gets up and covers my mouth, his other hand moved up to my waist.
"It's okay dad I won't" He quickly says
"Good." He says giving me a weird look and leaving, closing the door behind him. Stan moves his guitar to the floor and pushing me lightly onto the bed.
"What the fuck Craig?" Stan asks
"I just asked questions!" I answer
Stan rolls his eyes "Yeah. Those were questions"
"Oh so I'm not allowed to stand up for you?" I ask
"Not with my dad!" He answers
"Jesus fuck" I roll my eyes and look to the side
Stan takes a few deep breaths "Okay... I'm sorry..."
"It's fine Stan, I don't care. Yell at me if you want. You can't be a fucking doormat, no matter who's telling you what to do" I sit up, and Stan sits next to me, taking my hand, I put my head on his shoulder and his head goes atop mine. I squeeze his hand a bit, then decide to change the subject from it.
"So. You gonna play your guitar for me?" I ask
"Do you want me to?" He responds
"Yes." I state
"Okay, I'll play it for you" he gets up and picks the guitar back up, I move to lean against his headboard and he sits across from me.
"I can't I'm too nervous!" He exclaims
"You were doing just fine earlier just play" I say in a slight begging tone.
Stan puts his fingers on the strings, beginning to play and sing. I end up getting lost in it with him. This boy is my world. I love him.
