|Caramel Eyes and the Delicate Sky| A Wrencus fanfic(Wrench x Marcus) 🖤💙

Chapter Six

I am very sorry about the bad edited picture. I just wanted you get a visual of what was going on in the story.
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Sexual topic-
Pyrophilia- is a relatively uncommon paraphilia in which a subject derives gratification from fire and fire-starting activity. It is distinguished from pyromania by the gratification being of a sexual nature.
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Marcus and I sit and wait for the explosion to happen. My stomach started to sink, and I couldn't wait longer.
Marcus nudged me. "Yo, you wanna grab a few beers and chill out with the crew after this? I know you are upset with something, but you have to go back and clear it up."
"I know, I know, I just...." I sighed and looked away.
I was ashamed, I couldn't tell him. I laid on my back and stared up to the floating cotton balls, racing in the sky. Time is a ticking clock that never ends, time is free and you can live it, or waste it. But then, our lives are short, I want to spend every single moment that I can with Marcus. I've been wasting too much time, trying to find out if he likes me. I wanted to be held and loved but I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted his lips against mine, to finally close the gap between us that I've been wanting for so long. I was sick of just wasting time.
I told myself to let everything go, tell Marcus everything I've been keeping from him. To begin right from the start from the day we met, when I caught feelings, and how've they've stayed their. I dated Niaomi because I had a slight crush on her and I wanted to let go of Marcus, but that only mad things worse. When he got my mask back from the FBI, we got closer and my mind was always on him.
My thoughts get cut off by Marcus. "Just?" He turned his head to look at me from behind.
I sat back up. "Ummm-." Then I get cut off by the explosions and I stood up.
"MARCUS!" I scream and began pointing. That was a great explosion, it might've been a little bit to great. The excitement was getting a bit to extreme but I had no idea it was it was going to lead to.
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Then my dick started to get erect and my mind started racing. What if Marcus looks over and sees me? Oh my god what will he think of me? The questions were endless. I was internally freaking out, began sweating then everything stared to get fuzzy. My ears started to ring, so I sat down, I focus my eyes into the fire then everything suddenly became clearer and my erection was gone.
Marcus didn't seem to notice but fuck, that could've gone wrong. I sat and watched the beautiful red and orange flames illuminated the destroyed building. This moment was so romantic and I began to get all warm and fuzzy inside. I turn to Marcus, he was gazing into the fire, kinda off in his own world. He looked adorable, I just wanted to snuggle beside him and relax. I wanted to be his world.
I was done with other people helping me making my moves for me and for the first time in a long time, I made my move. I placed my hand over his, then he turned his head slowly at me and look down at our hands for a few seconds. I felt like everything was happening in slow motion. His eyes locked onto mine as he interlaced his fingers between mine, his smile became brighter then flames in front of us. All of my stress and anxiety dissolved slowly and out of no where I built up the guts to say this.
"Marcus, I feel like this is the best moment to tell you that.. I'm in love with you!" I take off my mask because I began to cry, happily cry.
Marcus held my hand tighter, and moved closer to me. "I love you too." He said in a deep soothing voice and we both blush and look in each other's eyes. Marcus eye's glanced down to my lips so I slowly lean forward and closed my eyes. But then, nothing happened. I shot open my eyes and everything began to blur and then I blacked out.
Then I began to smell smoke, how come I wasn't able to smell it before? I slowly open my eyes when I felt someone scratching and playing with my hair. I saw the sky and Marcus looking down at me, my head was resting on his legs. Then he stopped touching my hair when he saw my eyes open. What happened? I asked my self. Did I faint before I kissed him?
I blinked my eyes a few times and then realized my mask wasn't on me. "Marcus? What the fuck just happened?"
He looked down at me. "You ughh— fainted."
"When?" I asked. For some reason I had a feeling it was all fake.
"Right when the explosion happened, like 5 seconds after. You sat down then fell over, you've been out for 2 minutes." I turned to look at the after math of the Tidis building and took everything in.
"Oh, well shit." I was let down. Fuck, I thought we had something, and it had to be a fucking vision or something. I began to smile though, he was playing with my hair when I fainted and I was still laying on him.
"Hey umm Wrench, did you drink water today?" Marcus sounded concerned. I looked up at him and sighed.
"I drank some of my coffee, I mean like shouldn't be dehydrated yet?" Then I realized why I fainted, and Marcus knew too.
"Wrench, do you have Pyrophilia?" He questions without a problem.
I shot up from laying on him and turn towards him. "Ughhh— no pshhh. Why would I have that?"
Marcus raised his eye brow, he wasn't buying it. "Well, I've always been suspicious about it. You know, the way you talk about explosions and fires, it seems like they really thrill you?"
"Speaking of fires, you wanna might check yourself in a mirror." I mumbled without realizing.
"What did you say?" Marcus narrowed his eyes on me like I insulted him.
"I said ugh— yeah, I do have that disorder and I just didn't know how to talk you about it heh—." I saw my mask, it was on the other side of Marcus. I thought about my birth mark, and what it was like before I had it during high school.
Suddenly, I blurted out what I used to say at to the kids in high school, "Go ahead, make fun of me all you want." You know how you say something so often it just kinda slips out in curtain situations. Yeah well, this is an example.
Marcus shook his head. "I'm not gunna judge you Wrench, you're my best friend. I'll pick at you a little bit, but not harshly. Plus, it's something you can't control, you shouldn't be ashamed of it."
"I should be ashamed of it!! I literally fainted because I was overwhelmingly aroused!!!" I started to get a bit red, so I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my head down. My eyes began to water, my heart began racing and my breath started to shorten. I began to have an anxiety attack.
Marcus puts a hand on my arm and knew what was going on. "Aye, Aye, Aye, calm down." He started to rub his hand up and down on my arm, him comforting made it easier on me. Then he pulled me into a light hug, having his arms around me made me feel comfortable and safe. When my breathing became normal he let go and I lifted my head up.
"Do you think I'm a freak?" I whispered.
"No, you're not freak. People are different, unique in their own special way, there's no such thing as being normal or perfect." He patted my shoulder. "And I accept you for who you are, no matter what, even if you can't control it or not."
That was the quickest recovery ive had.
Marcus started. "Hey I'm sorry for ugh—-."
I cut him off. "There's no reason to be, I didn't expect it to happen. The last time this happened I was 17 years old, I have no idea why it did it today. I thought it mellowed out all these years." I looked back at the destroyed building.
Marcus stood up and nodded. "Ready? You wanna come to the liquor store with me?" Marcus offers his hand to help me up, so I take it. He bent down to grab my mask and he handed it to me.
"Yep, thanks Marcus, for everything." I smile as put my mask on.
"That's what best friends are for, right?" He held out his fist and I fist bumped him as we walked down the hill to Marcus' car.