All Is Hell That Ends With ‘Fair’(Closed ~ One-on-One ~ Rated a possible M)

Marcus felt a small wave of relief wash over him as Cyrus relaxed a little. He slid closer, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck and smiling sweetly.

He was about to say something when their lips met. Marcus instantly melted against the other, shivering softly.

"I'm glad I like you just as much, if not more, when I'm sober," Cyrus laughed, stroking Marcus' cheek, "I was a little afraid it'd just be another one-night stand, y'know?"
He slid his hand over Marcus' ribcage, holding him gently to his own body.

“I was too. I’m glad you stayed. Another one night stand wouldn’t have been good for me.” He murmured shyly as he let his eyes slip shut. “Mm that feels good, Cyrus… you’re so good at all this.”

Cyrus smiled. "I'm trying to cuddle, I'm not actively trying to be sexy," he joked.
"But I mean… It's not so hard to be good at when you actually feel something emotional for someone else. It comes naturally."

“Not in that way.” He giggled again, lightly shaking his head. “It just feels good, whatever you’re doing to my cheek. It’s soft and gentle and feels nice. I want to return the feelings.” He praised quietly, opening his eyes again to look up at the other. “I like feeling emotions towards you. Everything really does feel natural.”

Cyrus giggled. "Oh, I see."
"But yeah…" he agreed, "I like it too. I just… God, I'm dying to get to know you better, just as a person. I already have physical and romantic attraction to you, but I dunno, I want a different kind of intimacy with you as well."

Marcus grinned, nuzzling into Cyrus’s cheek with a quiet little giggle. “I want that intimacy too… I want it so bad it’s killing me.” Marcus wanted more than anything to just sit with the other and feel loved, to share soft giggles and be able to talk about their day with one another like any other couple.

He wanted to be a couple with Cyrus.

Cyrus cast a soft smile.
“It makes me so happy to hear that,” he said, stroking the other’s damp hair.
“You make me feel so loved and important.”
He snuggled in even closer.

“I should be the one saying that to you.” He pouted playfully, giggling happily right after. “Because you make me feel so much more loved and so much more important.” Marcus pulled Cyrus down for another quick kiss

Cyrus melted into Marcus.
"I'm so happy here…" he said softly, "I honestly don't want to be anywhere else."

“Then stay.” Marcus tangled their legs together as he pushed his face into Cyrus’s cheek. “We can… we can try to make it work between us. You know, as a… a couple…?”

"That would be great," Cyrus agreed, "I… I would love that."
He let out a soft, happy sigh.

Marcus hummed. He knew he was being selfish by seeking this attention but he was afraid it would all disappear. He was going to cherish every single moment he got.

Cyrus shifted a bit.
"I'm not acting too desperate, am I?" he asked, "I- I tend to jump into really unhealthy relationships sometimes because I just want to be loved…"

“No you’re not, don’t worry, Cyrus. I do the same. I do stupid things so at least someone will show me a little bit of love.” He pressed their foreheads together, frowning slightly. “Let’s both try to not make this relationship unhealthy…”

"Of course. I promise I'll do my best for you," Cyrus said, leaning his face closer until their noses touched.
"Would you help me move sometime after I'm done with my job? I don't have a ton of stuff to get, but I would appreciate the help."

“And I’ll do my best for you.” Marcus smiled happily at the other, rubbing their noses together. “I’d love to help you,” he whispered, rumbling as he stole a quick kiss.

Cyrus blinked sleepily, sinking down into his pillow.
"Thanks, love," he sighed.
His eyes struggled to stay open as he looked into Marcus' face.

Marcus stole one last kiss from the other, bumping their noses together once more. “Goodnight, Cyrus. Thanks for staying.”

Cyrus let out a soft, happy noise. He cuddled into Marcus and started drifting off.

Marcus mirrored the noise and shifted closer. It wasn’t long before he was drifting away into sleep.

The next morning he woke up with a stabbing pain in his leg. He groaned, opening his eyes a sliver to see the one who slept next to him.

Cyrus went from half-asleep to completely awake when he heard a noise from Marcus. He opened his eyes and smiled at the other, tracing his cheek with one of his hands.
"Morning, lovely," he sighed.

“Mornin’” came the sleepy reply. Marcus leaned towards the touch, letting out a happy sound. “I like it when you do that…” he purred, running his fingers through the mess of ginger curls atop his head.

Cyrus smiled.
“How are you?”
He started to sit up a little. The fear was starting to wake along with him, but he pushed it aside.
That’s for later… Don’t worry until later…

“Sore but living.” He slowly attempted to sit up with Cyrus, green eyes searching for something that wasn’t there. “How are you? Are you feeling alright?”

Marcus cupped Cyrus’s face and fretted over him, moving nearly into the other’s lap as he slid his fingers into the other’s hair in an attempt to fix it. “Are you always this handsome..? Even with bed head? That’s no fair. I’m a friend twenty-four-seven.” He added, bumping their noses together.

Cyrus shivered a bit at the other’s touch, letting out a nice smile.
“I’m doing fine. You need anything for the soreness?”
His smile turned to a smirk.
“friend, though? Really? You’re hella gorgeous. Don’t sell yourself so short.”

“I’m alright. Maybe an ibuprofen? But I can take that later.” He settled down completely in Cyrus’s lap, leaning against his chest happily.

“Nah, I’m a friend. My face is always swollen from some fight or another.” Marcus giggled at that, trying to hide the blush on his face. “But I’m flattered you think I’m gorgeous.”

"Makes you look rugged," Cyrus joked, "You're a tough one, and it's more than okay to show your wounds and scars."
He leaned back against the pillows to support himself and Marcus, and reached a hand to run through the other's hair.

“Rugged and tough… I like that.” Marcus let out a small laugh and grinned wickedly. “If I show them people will know I’m a scary gang member. And then I can pretend I’m intimidating.” He snickered quietly into Cyrus’s chest, his eyes slipping closed at the touch. “You’re tough too. And brave. And attractive.”

“Hm, I’m only one of those things,” Cyrus replied half-jokingly after thinking for a moment, “But okay.”
He used his other hand to rub and massage Marcus’ back, focusing on the area between the shoulder blades.