Kiss Me

Part Six

Walker

The hotel room turned out to be one big ass room with an open fireplace and a comfy-looking bed as the center of attention, with a plush leather couch that looked like the grown-up, expensive version of the one I had in my office. It was definitely the kind of couch you could fuck on.

"This is…" Marcus paused to look around, eyes falling on the wide but definitely only bed.

"Romantic?" I offered cheerfully.

"Well, yeah. I guess it would be." He was scratching the back of his neck now. He hadn’t thought this all the way through. I’d known, I’d had the general feeling that he hadn’t worked out all the details, but I was only now realizing how little he’d thought about this. Clearly, he’d been panicking so much about running into his parents that nothing else had entered his head.

"I’ll take the couch," I said. Marcus ignored me, and when I looked at him, he was staring up. I turned to look, too, and the whole world seemed to stop around me. Oh. This? This was nice.

"Mirrored ceiling," he said, still peering up at our reflections. "I don't remember Lily mentioning this."

"Maybe not all rooms have it."

"Ah, well...this one does."

"If you were a woman I'd be staring down into your cleavage."

"If I was a woman I wouldn't be sharing a room with you."

I chuckled. "I'm bisexual, wouldn't you think about that anyway?"

He grimaced. "Touche."

I shook my head, trying to hold back my laugh. "Go shower or something."

"I'm hungry."

"Me too, but it's gonna get late and you'd probably complain about something."

"Are you my wife now?" He asked, arms folded over his chest.

"Actually, it would be husband," He went to say something when the door knocked, pulling us from a stare down. "You should get that."

"Who in the hell?" He said walking to the door. As soon as he opened it I recognized the voice straight away. Although I had only met him twice, I think. "Why are you here?" I turned to look and saw Aya and his dear husband walk straight in.

"Wow, look. Mirrors….oh hi." Aya stopped and stared at me.

"Why are you both here?" Marcus asked and closed the door behind them. And there's me hoping for some under mirror action. Mainly watching Marcus sleep from above. Gosh, I'm such a creep.

"We're staying here, right hen?" Henley nodded but didn't utter a word.

"What?"

"God Marcus, do you not know anything? Me and Henley did the flowers for the whole thing."

"Oh right, I forget that you both did that."

"You forgot we own a florist? Have you lost your damn marbles?"

Marcus was standing between them both. One big burly Henley and the cute little excitable Aya. I kind of felt sorry for him. "I didn't know Lily asked you to do the flowers."

"That's why we're staying here. Me and Hen need to make sure everything is okay throughout the week. Oh...ooh...there's also stuff planned during the week before the wedding."

"Like what?"

"Read that," Aya said, pointing towards a pamphlet on the thick oak table. "Everything is in there. So read through it. Anyway we wanted to say hi after seeing Lily. She said you came with the tattooed hottie."

I grin when Marcus shot me a death glare. "What, I can't help being the tattooed hottie. Thanks Aya."

"Your welcome. Anyway. Toodles. See you for breakfast." And they both left. That was quick, I thought.

"Fucking jesus christ. I'm losing my damn mind." Marcus was literally having his own personal meltdown.

"Calm down, at least they're here."

"Right...your right," he mumbled as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Everything is going to be fine."

I bit my lip, hard. I felt for him. Like I really felt for him so I walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. "Hey, you got me," I didn't know what else to say to calm his damn nerves. "I'm here."

He took in a deep breath. Then those eyes met mine. Full of emotion. "Thanks, Walker. Really...thank you."

"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't support you through this." He gave a small nod and flopped back against the bed with a small oomph. Crazy as this is I didn’t quite understand where I stood with Marcus. Which was stupid. He was treating me like a friend, and I should have been doing the same. Different as he was from me, I had no doubt he was a good friend to have. But in my heart I wanted so, so much more. Wished it was so much more. Dreamed of it being so much more.

"Why do I get the feeling everything is gonna go tits up?" He was staring at himself in the mirror and pulling his fingers through his hair over and over again.

"I'm sure it will be fine…."

He shot up, cutting me off. "You say that. Wait until you meet my mom. Fuck she's evil, so fucking evil. All my life she's just been…fucking cruel," he paused for breath. "Did you know growing up, I was practically invisible to her and my dad...maybe more her."

"I didn't know."

"I hated my life Walker, I hated it," Oh shit. Marcus was being open, which shocked me but at the same time made my heart beat just for him. "I don't know if I can do this." His eyes started to fill with tears. Heartbroken tears and all I could do was stare at him, wishing I could throw my arms around him.

Marcus sniffed like he was trying to get control of himself, and I pretended not to notice. "Shower?"

"Yeah, sure," he sniffed again. "I need to clear my head."

"You do...oh, I'll still have the sofa."

"No, it's fine. It's a queen size. So there's plenty of room."

"I thought we were supposed to be pretend boyfriends for as long as we’re stuck here or polite strangers if that makes you feel better?" He looked around the room again, then back at me. "But do you need me to explain polite to you?" I had to bite my tongue to keep from smiling. Marcus wasn’t really pissed, and we both knew I was teasing. It was… nice. Good. Normal. As normal as me interacting with Marcus could be. Yet pretending was hard to swallow.

"I'm not sharing the bed so we can fuck Walker. I'm sharing because it's huge and your long legs will hang off the sofa. Is that polite enough for you?"

"Well you have put me in my place."

"Good, I'm going to shower." I moved back so he had room to move and my heart cracked a little more.

I sat for a while staring out the windows watching the snowfall. It was slowly getting heavier out there and I wondered if we'd be able to find the car in the morning. Or even be able to go outside at all. Why on earth would Lily choose to get married in the middle of winter. Isn't weddings like a summer thing? My brother got married in the summer. A small cute chapel and one crazy reception. Honestly, I don't remember half of that night. I even had my mate tattoo my butt cheek, or cheeks with the word Glory. G and L on one butt cheek and R and Y on the other with my asshole being the damn glory hole. Fuck, I've never lived that one down, but its kind of hilarious at the same time. It's the sort of shit you'd do in Thailand when you're pissed up. Anyway, it's still there. Luckily for me I fuck. I don't get fucked. So no guy is gonna see my glory hole anytime soon.

"You can shower now." He said walking from the bathroom. I couldn't stop staring at him. He was wearing green and red flannel pajama pants and an oversized red and white BU hoodie, complete with a bulldog. His hair was wet and neatly combed, his cheeks were pink, and there was this sweet, hopeful expression in his eyes that made him look younger and more innocent than he probably was.

I nodded and went without another word, mostly because that smile was fucking dangerous, and I couldn’t trust myself to stay another minute. Unfortunately, being in the bathroom didn’t help. Marcus’s clothes were hanging over an unused towel bar, and the room was still humid from his shower, which made it really fucking hard to forget that just a couple minutes ago, he’d been naked and standing under the water exactly where I will be standing. And yeah, that thought made other things really fucking hard. But I’d be damned if I jacked off over Marcus. Not now while the man was standing in the room, smelling like soap and flowers, and making me feel…like….like my heart was about to pop. "I need to pull my shit together," I mumbled. Then stripped my clothes away and switched on the water.

I stepped under the spray. It was heaven and hell. Because I couldn't get him off my mind, even more so as I stare at the bottle of floral shower wash. Then I realized I'd left mine in my bag, along with my clean underwear and I wasn't going to go traipsing through the room naked to go get them. I'd already freaked him out once with the metal in my dick, I'm not about to do it again. "Walker…" I flinched. "You forgot clean underwear, so I hope you don't mind but I rummaged through your bag. I'll leave them outside the door." This is bad, very bad. My heart was going nuts. He was saying only moments ago that he may not be able to handle things, well I was thinking the exact same.