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[color=slategray][sub] A [@smarty0114] & [@Silent Observer] Collab
Featuring: [color=31ba9f][b]Jamie Callaghan[/b][/color] & [color=997fdb][b]Marshall Radley[/b][/color]
Location: Near a stairway[/sub][/color][/center]
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[indent][indent]Kit ran off to go find Shauna, and Marshall once again found himself high and alone. The crash of cold water had been sobering, but only mildly so. The theater boy’s system was not acclimated to drug use, so when he did use them, they inevitably hit very hard. This was one of those times. Marshall waded through his own thoughts as if he were traversing muddy waters. What was he doing? Jesus, he was freezing. So cold, so very, very cold.

Marshall looked down at his ruined outfit. His shiny black pants repelled most of the water, thankfully, but he could still feel the boxer briefs underneath them chafing uncomfortably with moisture. The soaked black button up shirt was clinging so tightly to his torso that practically nothing was left to the imagination. It might as well be painted on. Every gust of seabreeze sent icicles stabbing into his skin, and Marshall was pretty sure that the garment was freezing solid against his body.

He needed to get warm, and fast, lest he become hypothermic. That would be atrociously embarrassing… not to mention bad for his health! Warmth, where to find warmth? Oh, right! The people driers, Kit had mentioned people driers! Marshall tried to recall the young blonde’s directions to them, but he struggled to do so. She had said a lot of words, and his brain had apparently only absorbed so many of them in its current inebriated state. He was pretty sure that she mentioned that they were “up”, so heading towards the nearest stairwell seemed like the best way to go.

As the boat rocked, and the breeze played with his hair, Jamie Callaghan searched the boat, a smidge tipsy from the champagne, but his body warmer and his brain less muddled by the fears that would hold a more sober Jamie back. Trixie had told him to find his man, and that was what he intended to do. He’d searched the bar, searched the hot tub, and the pool, he even braved the mosh pit of a dance floor. No luck.

The journalist was just about to give up, until he rounded a corner and walked straight into the one and only, Marshall Radley, who was soaking wet. Jamie stammered, struggling to get the right words out. He’d been expecting to find Marshall somewhere where that he’d have time to think up the right words to say. Instead here he was, at the mercy of his instincts, and those had proven rather shoddy. It didn’t help that Marshall’s shirt was clinging to him so tight that there wasn’t a damn thing you couldn’t see. [color=31ba9f][b]“You, uh, you’re wet,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. [color=31ba9f][i]Really? That’s what you go with? Smooth. Idiot.[/i][/color]

Oh god.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Marshall’s eyes blew as wide as a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. He’d thought that going hypothermic would be atrociously embarrassing, but this was approximately a million times worse. Marshall would take the hypothermia right about now. Also acting on instinct alone, Marsh did the first thing that came to mind, and immediately turned around to face the other direction, leaving his back to Jamie.

This is not how the night was supposed to go! He remembered now, the plan that he’d had. He promised Trixie that he would finally talk it all out with Jamie. It was supposed to be perfect! Marshall had gotten the full works at the salon! A wax, a facial, perfectly styled hair, a killer outfit… the [i]works[/i]! Getting high was not in the plan, and ending up in the ocean was also not in the plan, so the plan was entirely [i]ruined[/i] at this point.

Frantically, Marshall’s eyes darted around the boat. What was he going to do now? Run? Jump back overboard? Stand there panic-stricken like an idiot? Yeah, that seemed about right…

Jamie had been expecting a lot of things. Tears, shouting, a very well deserved slap in the face. Maybe even running away. Marshall turning around and ignoring him, however, that had been most unexpected. Confusion etched across his face, Jamie walked around Marshall, so that he was facing him again, chewing his lip as he struggled to come up with something, [i]anything[/i], to say. [color=31ba9f][b]“Can we talk? About, y’know, everything?”[/b][/color] Bam. One step in the right direction. Hopefully.

Okay, running or jumping overboard definitely weren’t in the cards. Just as Marshall had been carefully considering his options, Jamie appeared in front of him again. He didn’t immediately spin around this time, finding that there probably wouldn’t be any point in doing that. Instead, he cautiously lifted his gaze to the slightly taller boy’s face. While Marshall no doubt looked like a drowned rat, Jamie was devastatingly gorgeous as he chewed at his lip. Marsh’s eyes lingered on that freshly bitten lip for a few long moments before he brought his gaze up to meet Jamie’s. 

[color=997fdb][b]“Uhm— ”[/b][/color] His mouth felt as desert dry as ever. He then remembered he had a secondary quest to go get water… yet another plan that had went awry. [color=997fdb][b]“Yes. We’re supposed to. I mean, I made a promise that I would. So, yes.”[/b][/color] This wasn’t going so smoothly, but it was going, at least.

Jamie took a deep breath. This was it. The moment of truth. His hands were shaking, and his voice came out softly at first, as if the words were fighting him, fearful of the outside world. Nevertheless, he spoke. [color=31ba9f][b]“Look. I’ve liked you, like liked you, for a long time. I mean, ever since I interviewed you for the paper, and I know I’ve been awful about it. I just, I thought you and Riley were a thing, and then AJ and me have been broken up for a long time and,”[/b][/color] Jamie had taken to rambling. He stopped himself, standing in silence for a moment, contemplating his words, before finally doing the one thing that seemed to make sense.

He moved in, grabbed Marshall’s face on both sides, and kissed him.

Everything fell away. The stress, the unspoken words, the high, the cold, his soaking wet clothing. Nothing else mattered but this moment. The feeling of Jamie’s hands against his cheeks, which were salty and wet from the ocean. His lips pressed against his own so that he could taste the salt of the sea between them. No, this night had not gone according to plan… it had gone better than Marshall could have ever imagined.

This was their fairy tale moment. The first kiss of their forever. Like the rainy kiss in The Notebook. Or the birthday kiss in Sixteen Candles. Or the iconic kissing scene in Titanic. No… this was better than any book, play, or movie that Marshall had ever experienced, because this was his. It was [i]theirs[/i]. Fairy tale love, just like he’d always wanted. Marshall pressed deeper into the kiss. His hands went to Jamie’s waist and back, pulling him closer, forgetting about his drenched clothing for the moment, and getting Jamie’s own wet in the process. Nothing and nobody else mattered, not anymore.

Jamie had kissed a few boys in his life. AJ and a few first dates that never lead to much more, but he was firm in his belief that this, right now, was the best kiss of his young life. Maybe the best one he’d ever had. It was like his first kiss all over again, magical and sweet, and passionate, all rolled into one. The taste of the ocean, the sound of some old retro band playing in the background, everything was perfect. Finally, after what felt like forever, Jamie pulled away, grinning at Marshall like he hadn’t known what happiness was until just that moment. 

[color=31ba9f][b]“Okay?”[/b][/color]

Marshall’s eyelids fluttered open slowly. He hadn’t even realized that he’d closed them, but somewhere along being swept up with passion, he had. And what a glorious sight that he opened his eyes to see. Jamie was utterly beaming at him, much in the way that Marshall had frequently daydreamed that he would someday. Yet it was so much better to behold in reality. So, so much better. When Jamie asked his simple, one-worded question, Marshall didn’t respond. At least not with words. He instead leaned in and planted another quick kiss on his lips. 

It was just a peck, but that wasn’t nearly enough. Not once he’d already had a taste of him. As soon as Marshall tried to pull away, some gravitational force pulled him back in. His hands moved up from Jamie’s waist, to his neck. Marsh cradled just below Jamie’s ear on one side, while his other hand worked his fingers into Jamie’s gorgeous golden hair. His curls were as perfect and soft as a dream. Marshall then licked up into Jamie’s mouth in what was sure to be far too deep of a kiss for a public display of affection, but Marshall gave absolutely no fucks about it. Let the people gawk, he deserved this, he’d been waiting long enough.

Everything felt electric. His skin was practically buzzing with it, begging to be touched. What Marshall was attributing to the magic of the moment, and to love and lust and all things in between, was actually the effects of the Uber in his system. But that realization didn’t dawn on him, and it probably never would. So the kiss was just plain magical, there was no other explanation for it. When he finally had to pull away for air, Marshall wore an equally love drunk grin and returned Jamie’s beaming gaze. [color=997fdb][b]“Okay.”[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]