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Tweak says, "As you wish."

Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-07 14:03:00

Entry tags:

character: marcus flint, character: roger davies, status: complete

Who: Roger and Marcus
What: Food and convalescing
Where: Roger's flat
When: Immediately following this
Rating: Currently SFW

All in all, Marcus figured that since it could have taken a lot longer to run his errands and get everything he needed, he was making good time by showing up in the early afternoon. Though a part of him would have liked to have been here at the crack of dawn, it was better to have let Roger get as much rest as possible.

He stood in front of the door for a few moments, unsure why it seemed like such a monumental thing to reach up and knock. Once he'd berated himself for being idiotic, he managed to actually to it, making sure that the sound was loud enough to be heard, but not so much so that it would wake someone who was sleeping.

As he waited, Marcus couldn't help tugging down the left sleeve of his shirt, a nervous habit that he didn't realize he had half the time, and got annoyed with half the time he did notice. Letting out a small sigh, he couldn't help running the hand that wasn't currently holding his bag of stuff through his hair, glancing between the floor and the door.

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 06:41 am UTC (link)

Roger bumped his shoulder against Marcus' gently. "Hey it's not all bad. At least you didn't have the mortification of being asked to be part of multiple threesomes with older, and Marc I mean older fans. Those memories will haunt me forever."

He looked at Marcus solemnly for a moment, then hugged him. "My Greek heritage salutes you, Cap."

He felt a rush of warmth in his belly and he smiled beatifically at Marcus. "I knew she was lying," he said, possibly far more happily than was warranted. He was so happy, he didn't even notice the way Marcus froze up at the mention of Ben. "I bet she was just doing it to get attention, or try and capitalise on your fame." He shook his head and frowned. "Stupid cow," he added viciously.

He looked up Marcus arms, spread out in a classic 'receiving a blow job on the couch from the milkman' position found abundantly in porn, and smiled. "You don't have to be so uncomfortable, you can even massage my head if you like. Melly does that for me all the time, sends me straight to sleep." He closed his eyes blissfully as Marcus' fingers hesitantly stroked his head. "Holy Rowena that' good," he sighed, opening his eyes to see a fight scene on the television. "A cinema is like a room, where they basically project giant versions of this onto a wall," he said helpfully. "I think I should totally take you out for Muggle London experience, what do you say?"

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marcedflint
2014-09-14 07:18 am UTC (link)

Offering Roger a small smile, he conceded, "I suppose you have a point there." He hoped his small snort of amusement was enough to cover the way he'd taken advantage of Roger's hug to get another whiff of the man's scent, feeling slightly guilty about doing so but unable to stop himself nevertheless.

"I don't care why she was lying, but she won't be doing so again," Marcus muttered, playing on having a very stern conversation the next day.

Relaxing a little at Roger's words, he reached out for the other man tentatively, his short hair ridiculously soft beneath his fingertips. He chuckled briefly at the exclamation, before being pleasantly surprised by the offer. It was an intriguing concept, and one he wasn't at all averse to. "I don't see why not," he said quietly, suddenly curious about what all exactly there would be to see.

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Roger grinned devilishly. "I usually do," was all the said, enjoying the feel of Marcus against him.

He almost felt bad for the woman. Almost. But the prospect of Marcus not having had sex with her was far too appealing for him to get too worked up.

Contented and relaxed, Roger drifted off to sleep. He was vaguely aware of clinging to Marcus like a limpet as he carried Roger into his room. He wasn't aware of how long Marcus had to lie beside him until he finally loosened his death grip on the poor man. He also wasn't aware of how long it took Marcus to figure out how to turn the television off, though he would have laughed had he known.

When he woke up, there was a note, and he was alone. He stared at the note for a long time before deciding to go drown and have a long shower.

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