There were plenty of times when Tyler really wanted Marcus. When he wanted the comfort of his boyfriend, the comfort in his big, strong arms and hands. Marcus was something of a saint. Tyler wasn’t sure how Marcus could possibly still want him, how he could want to be with Tyler after so much of his shit.
Tyler looked out his window and saw Marcus’ SUV parked in the driveway and so Tyler was quickly outside, hugging Marcus as he got out of his car, just then hanging up and throwing his phone into his sweatshirt pouch.
Marcus took Tyler’ waist after the brief hug and then he stretched out his arms as Tyler was instantly closer to him. His lips met Tyler’ before Tyler even realized what was happening, but he didn’t protest as Marcus wrapped his big hands tightly around him. Tyler’ arms were already around Marcus’ neck and he just relished the moment, realizing that at least for these few seconds, everything was okay. And Marcus loved him, he loved him, he loved him, he loved him. And Tyler loved Marcus. And Marcus’ perfect lips were soft and comforting and they brought Tyler paradise with electricity and warmth unlike any other sensation.
“I love you, Tyler.” And Marcus was saying it before Tyler could and somehow just that little fact made Tyler feel so wanted and so loved and so secure with himself.
Tyler looked up into Marcus’ eyes. They were lit only by the security lights over Tyler’ garage which illuminated the driveway. The green sparkled and danced around, his eyes showing a remarkable pride in the love of his love standing in his arms.
“Love you too, Four Eyes.” Tyler chuckled, turning on his heel and letting his arm slip around Marcus’ waist as they walked arm and arm into his house.
*
“You’re the best, Marcus.” Tyler sighed, crawling back and positioning himself to lie down with his hands over his chest, the pillow resting beneath his head. He was so good at just making Tyler feel… Wanted.
Marcus shuffled around, placing his head on the pillow next to Tyler and laying down on his side, his eyes set on the other boy’s profile. “You’re so… Pretty, Ty.”
Tyler giggled, letting his head fall over to the side so he faced Marcus. “You’re so annoying.”
“No,” Marcus breathed. “No, Ty. I mean it. You’re… You’re perfect, Tyler. I just wish you could see yourself like I see you, Tyler.”
Tyler let his eyes close slowly, a smile creeping across his face. “Maybe I believe you, Four Eyes. Only because I think the same way of you. You’re just really caring, unlike any other guys I know. You actually listen to me and you want me to be happy… You’re so perfect to me. And of course you’re a looker,” Tyler’ eyes shot open and he was chuckling along with Marcus, who scooted closer, pushing his lips out to Tyler’ for a brief kiss.
“How did I get so lucky?” Marcus groaned into Tyler’ neck, nuzzling him.
Tyler sighed, “I ask myself that every day.”
“Know what I can’t wait for?” Marcus asked, not really waiting for Tyler to respond. “I can’t wait until you and Zoe move to London. And you know I’ll be there with you once I can, probably just a few months after you, if I save right. And then you’ll be a published writer, Tyler. And Zoe will be doing celebrity hair and makeup like she wants to. And I’ll be doing, well, I’m not so sure yet, but I’ll be with you and I’ll be so happy. Shit, I could work at McDonald’s and be happy if I knew that at the end of the day I’d get to see your face with a smile on it.”
