• One Lifestand [BxB] •

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[NOT EDITED YET - MAY GOD SEND SOMEONE TO CORRECT MY MISTAKES IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD]
-can you tell I'm dead tired? No? Nice.
-pushing myself for y'all

Dedicated to and
Thank you for the support :)

Marios PoV:

Waking up this morning, the first thing I notice is how cold and empty my bed feels, unconsciously craving Zales warmth. Well maybe not unconsciously but still...
I turn my head to the right to check the time and groan out loud after seeing it is barely half past 7!
I glare at the digital clock mocking me with it's bright red numbers.

In an attempt to get some more sleep before standing up, I turn around again and bury my head in the sheets that still have the slightest of Zales scent from yesterday on it. Several tosses and turns, and countless whiff's of the rapidly vanishing addicting smell of my angel later, I finally give up on getting another few minutes of shut eye and reluctantly get out of my bed. I trott over to my bathroom, taking a look at my bed hair sticking up in all directions and the slight dark bags under my eyes in the mirror. I definitely haven't slept as good as I had yesterday.

I strip off my boxers and get into the shower, settling for a warm one today, since my body was desperately craving some warmth. Turning off the shower once I deem my body temperature a solid 40 degrees celsius, I get out, lazily brush my teeth and wrap a white towel around my waist. Halfway to the wardrobe I suddenly realize something as I deviously make my way towards Zales room in nothing but my towel with my hair still dripping wet-

He may not know it yet but he is gonna be mine. For sure. I mean... How long could he possible resist me now that he's living with me for a while. I can't take any obvious approaches but I just have to settle for him to want me so bad, he'll come to me himself. I pick up the pace, anticipation of seeing my boys face flush red at the sight of my sculptured body guiding my steps in determination. There's a limit to how perfect a person can be and I am not about to let the one settling the upper bar escape me- I wanted him and I always get what I want. Determination and patience are key folks- that's the only rule to success there is, want i- work for it- get it.

Arriving in front of the door I have to take a second to compose my face again, forcing the knowing devious smile off my face and putting on a soft but casual one in it's stead. I push the handle and quietly open the door, questioning my actions just a second later. I'm not trying to sneak in on him or anything... I am trying to casually wake him up in nothing but a towel with my fresh shower look, I don't have to open the door like some creep. Straightening myself I open the door completely, the hall light falling into the dark room, as the dark winter skies visible through the window are not providing any.

My heart almost stops. Almost. Because only seconds later it sky rockets to unimaginable levels. Completely frozen on the spot, my skin feels on fire and my insides are churning in my stomach. I have to check to make sure I'm not having a nosebleed right here and now!

Well this plan surely backfired.

In front of me, merely a couple meters away, lit up only by the light through the open door and playfully casting shadows over the figure, lays Zale. In nothing but my black t-shirt. His covers are discharged somewhere to the floor and the large item of clothing slightly lifted exposing the sexiest ass I have ever seen on a man. His cheeks round and full, with teasing shadows playing on his silk smooth skin. Oh god, this was the best and worst idea of my life, I grunt in my head, feeling the towel tighten around me at a rapid pace. It only takes my member a moment to process the appealing view displayed before my eyes before turning steel hard, creating a huge, exited tent in the towel. Some pre-cum is dripping as well, slickening the towels inside. I feel like an uncomposed pre- schooler experiencing what a hard on felt for the first time.