[Marcus is waiting on a black coffee from a busy kiosk when his phone pings, and he smiles to see the number flash up (he never saves names, but those digits make him happy).
Probably it’s sappy and obvious, he thinks with a mix of irritation and delight, probably anyone looking at him could see he just got a text from someone he cares about. He opens the message:
“Black filter,” snaps the barista, shoving the coffee onto the counter. “Next please, hello. Sir, your coffee. That’s yours.”
Marcus swallows, his throat suddenly scratchy and his face extremely hot, and grabs the too -hot coffee cup as quick as he can.
Even with the picture frantically closed (oh sweet God there were other people in line) his phone feels like it’s burning in his pocket. And his heart is staccato against his sternum.
Can you die from being turned on too much too quickly? Probably. Feels like vertigo, like he has no idea which way’s up, feels actually a little painful. Jesus Christ, he always thought it was going to be demons that would get him, not an over-eager, super-human, inexplicably gentle, absolutely gorgeous man who for some unknowable reason is interested in him.
It’s a good few minutes before Marcus realises he’s set off in a random direction and is now stamping around lost. He retraces his steps. He also realises then that he hasn’t responded. That if that picture was taken just now, then Midnighter might be waiting on a response as he strokes himself, thick, flushed cock leaking as — ]
sure is!! also: lmfao
Probably it’s sappy and obvious, he thinks with a mix of irritation and delight, probably anyone looking at him could see he just got a text from someone he cares about. He opens the message:
“Black filter,” snaps the barista, shoving the coffee onto the counter. “Next please, hello. Sir, your coffee. That’s yours.”
Marcus swallows, his throat suddenly scratchy and his face extremely hot, and grabs the too -hot coffee cup as quick as he can.
Even with the picture frantically closed (oh sweet God there were other people in line) his phone feels like it’s burning in his pocket. And his heart is staccato against his sternum.
Can you die from being turned on too much too quickly? Probably. Feels like vertigo, like he has no idea which way’s up, feels actually a little painful. Jesus Christ, he always thought it was going to be demons that would get him, not an over-eager, super-human, inexplicably gentle, absolutely gorgeous man who for some unknowable reason is interested in him.
It’s a good few minutes before Marcus realises he’s set off in a random direction and is now stamping around lost. He retraces his steps. He also realises then that he hasn’t responded. That if that picture was taken just now, then Midnighter might be waiting on a response as he strokes himself, thick, flushed cock leaking as — ]
in public give me 10 mns jesus your beautiful