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[color=slategray][sub]A [@Silent Observer] & [@Smarty0114] Collab
Featuring: [color=997fdb][b]Marshall “I’m Wet” Radley[/b][/color] & [color=31ba9f][b]Jamie “That You Are” Callaghan[/b][/color]
Setting: Flashback to the end of the Tuesday night party[/sub][/color]
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[indent][indent][color=997fdb][b]“Okay.”[/b][/color] Marshall’s response lingered between the boys. He was still hung up on the magic of the moment. Kissing Jamie was everything he had wanted and more. His face was flushed pink with heated desire and his fingers were still tangled in the other boy’s sandy-colored locks. Despite the blush in his cheeks, Marshall was still soaking wet, and when the seabreeze picked up in a gust, it ran through him and caused him to shiver. [color=997fdb][b]“I’m wet… and f-freezing.”[/b][/color] Marsh remarked somewhat poutily and slowly took his fingers out Jamie’s hair and wrapped his arms around himself. He regretted the lack of touch as soon as he did so, but he needed to dry off and get warm soon, or he might die.

Jamie chuckled, grinning over at his...boyfriend? That was a conversation for later. [color=31ba9f][b]“That you are,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, grabbing one of Marshall’s hands and pulling him toward the stairs. [color=31ba9f][b]“There’s some giant dryers up here, for people and their clothes. How’d you get so wet anyway?”[/b][/color] Jamie asked, his hand intertwined with Marshall’s now. 

[color=997fdb][b]“Oh yeah, Kit told me about them.”[/b][/color] Marsh responded when Jamie mentioned the dryers. He was then distracted by Jamie taking his hand to guide him forward up the stairs. His romantic heart was sent aflutter when their fingers intertwined and he once again found his body overcome by the drug-induced electric tingles that skin-to-skin contact caused. He looked down at their clasped hands and bit at his bottom lip, content, but suddenly finding that he wanted more than that. Jamie pulled him from his momentary lustful lapse in thought with another question. [color=997fdb][b]“Oh… I, uhm, kind of got tackled overboard. Into the ocean.”[/b][/color]

Jamie cocked his head to the side, one eyebrow raising in a show of confusion. [color=31ba9f][b]“How does that even happen?”[/b][/color] the blond asked, thoroughly unaware that his own sister had been in a similar situation that night as well. As he stood there, awaiting some sort of explanation, he looked Marshall up and down. He was soaked, head to toe, yet somehow, it felt to Jamie like he was looking at the most perfect boy in the world. Maybe it was the champagne, or the recent flood of dopamine to his brain. Whatever it was, Jamie was smitten. That was clear from one look at the boy’s face. He was supposed to be listening to a story. Instead, he was ‘miring.

[color=997fdb][b]“I dunno, by being tall, I guess?”[/b][/color] The candy boy tried to explain the situation that led to him being in this state of wetness. [color=997fdb][b]“Honestly… I might be a lot a bit high right now, because I ate something that looked like candy but it definitely wasn’t, and when I saw the ocean it looked soooo pretty. So I was looking over the railing, and then Kit came outta nowhere, and she’s short and I’m tall so like, I totally just went over the edge when she ran into me. We both did. It was awful because there could have been jellyfish and I’m really terrif—”[/b][/color] Marshall was rambling a little, but that halted when he noticed Jamie’s gaze. Was he just… blatantly checking him out? It was a no shame, head to toe once over. Marshall stood up a little straighter and smirked with confidence. 

[color=997fdb][b]“You aren’t even listening!”[/b][/color] He teased and crossed his free arm over his chest to block the view somewhat. [color=997fdb][b]“If you like what you see, we can continue this after I get dry.”[/b][/color] Marshall said suggestively and then turned to head up the stairs, taking slow, careful steps meant to entice the boy trailing behind him. Marsh might be high, but he still knew what he was doing. Now that he’d finally caught Jamie’s eye, he’d do his best to make sure that he would never look away again.

Jamie laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. [color=31ba9f][b]“You got me,”[/b][/color] he said, grinning as he turned to follow Marshall. He remembered this feeling, the elation that followed an exciting new romance. The hunger, the desire to know [i]everything[/i] about them. It was difficult, even for Jamie, a relatively mild-mannered guy, to stand there and watch Marshall just be himself. He wanted to push him up against a wall and make out with him, but he also wanted to hear about his hopes and dreams and… Jamie was head over heels. He felt like he did with AJ. God that was so long ago. Taking a deep breath, pushing this sudden realization away for the time being, he followed Marshall up the stairs, definitely trying not to check out his ass, and definitely failing. What? It’s a good ass.

Marshall knew better. You know how you can tell when someone is looking at you? They can practically burn holes into you with their gaze. Yeah, well, his ass was hot, so he could tell that his bait had been taken, and that knowledge pleased him greatly. Had he been sober, he would probably have tried to look over his shoulder and feign being coy, but instead he was focusing on not doing something foolish, like tripping up the steps. Once he reached the top, he looked around and found what he assumed could only be the fabled “people dryers”. 

Marsh had never used a people dryer before, but there didn’t appear to be any special controls or anything, so he just looked over to Jamie, shrugged, and then stepped right on in. As soon as he did, the dryers kicked on and warm air rushed all around him. It felt heavenly. For a moment, Marshall just stood there and enjoyed the warmth with his eyes closed and a pleased, sleepy smile painted on his face. He then held out his arms and turned around in slow circles — he wasn't sure if that helped at all, but he did it anyway — hoping to speed the clothes drying process. All in all, it didn’t take that long before Marshall stepped back outside, with his clothes drier and his hair considerably more fluffy than it had been previously. Jamie was waiting for him, and now it was his turn to ogle his crush, and Marsh did so with just as little shame. [color=997fdb][b]“So, where were we? Shall we pick back up on that… maybe somewhere [i]quieter[/i] this time?”[/b][/color]

Jamie looked up from his phone at Marshall, who was back to looking like his usual, impossibly sexy self. Standing up and nodding excitedly, he grinned. [color=31ba9f][b]“I would love that,”[/b][/color] he said, having lost his infatuation with the party long ago. He wanted to be away from all these people, to have time to just… be. He’d been playing the game all day. He was ready to give it a rest, and if that meant a bit more making out, well, then that was okay too.

The chestnut-haired boy beamed at that response. That was easier than he expected and, more importantly, Jamie said that he would [i]love[/i] it. There were so many possibilities that could happen behind closed doors, and Marsh wanted all of them. Well, maybe not all of them, not yet at least. He’d want to be sober and totally himself if they were to go all the way, but there were plenty of other options before crossing that bridge. [color=997fdb][b]“Excellent!”[/b][/color] Marshall replied and took Jamie’s hand back in his own once again. He pulled them over the the nearest unoccupied room, seeing many occupied sets of names along the way, some of them were very interesting combinations, too! After signing his name on the tablet in his signature curly loops, Marshall backed in through the doorway and tugged eagerly at Jamie’s hand with a sly smile on his face.

Jamie smirked and followed Marshall in through the doorway, pulling the shorter boy in for another, much needed kiss as the door shut behind them. As their lips pressed together, the duo fell back onto the bed, causing a laugh to burst from Jamie’s mouth as he lay on top of Marshall. Despite his amusement, Jamie kept his face close to Marshall’s, his lips still locked with those of the boy beneath him, a deep, passionate kiss that sent the blond reeling. Was it even possible to have a kiss this great? Apparently it was. 

Amazing, it was as if Jamie had read his mind. Marsh had stepped backwards as the fair-haired boy kissed him fiercely. He felt the back of his knees hit a soft edge before the both of them fell back onto the comfortable bed at the far end of the room. Jamie laughed into the kiss and the moment felt so real and natural and pure that Marshall’s heart soared in his chest. Everything about this felt right, especially the feeling of being pinned down by the weight of Jamie. That felt [i]very[/i] right. Marshall gasped softly against Jamie’s lips and tilted his hips upwards with his hands at Jamie’s waist, wanting to be closer in every way possible. His fingers trailed up Jamie’s hips, his waist, his ribs, his chest. Marshall savored every curve of the other boy’s body through the thin linen fabric, thanking god in that moment for the blessing that button up shirts were. Especially this dark blue button up, that fit Jamie perfectly snug and made his blue eyes look like shimmering aquamarine gems. When Marshall had to stop for a breath, he rested his head against the bed and recalled what Jamie had said moments before he had kissed him for the first time tonight, and responded to it without any explanation of what he was talking about. [color=997fdb][b]“It was the same for me, you know.”[/b][/color]

Jamie looked down at Marshall, struck by how perfectly fitting this moment was. He felt so incredibly right, as if, in the simulation of his life, he had ended up right here, every time.  At Marshall’s statement, he returned from his thoughts, his head turning ever so slightly, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. [color=31ba9f][b]“Huh?”[/b][/color] Jamie asked, his brain muddled by hormones and lust.

[color=997fdb][b]“The interview.”[/b][/color] Marshall clarified as he stared up at the object of his affection. He looked even cuter when he was confused, which made Marshall smile, and then laugh quietly. He didn’t mean to be confusing, but even he was able to understand that his trains of thought were probably hard to follow in this state. Marshall would try his best to be clearer, because he wanted to tell Jamie these things… he needed to tell him. [color=997fdb][b]“It was the same for me when you interviewed me. That’s when I knew I wanted you too, even if it was selfish, because you and AJ hadn’t been broken up for that long. I knew those wounds might still be fresh, but I wanted you anyway, and I was trying my hardest to charm your pants off in that interview. Uhm, figuratively… mostly.”[/b][/color] Marshall grinned demurely at that. He then reached his right hand up to run his fingers through Jamie’s hair and smiled contentedly. [color=997fdb][b]“I like that you’ve grown your hair out, too. It’s super hot, like, I didn’t even know I had a thing for longer hair until it was literally [i]everything[/i] on you.”[/b][/color] Marsh was vaguely aware that he was rambling affectionately at this point, but it was truthful rambling.

Jamie grinned as Marshall showered him with affection, his face flushing red. AJ had never been one to say stuff like that. He was passionate, but simple affection had never been his strength. Marshall though, Marshall did it right. Jamie leaned down, and kissed him, once, then again, a silent thank you. Soon, two kisses became another, and another, and soon Jamie was kissing his neck, running a hand up his shirt, feeling the muscles that Marshall had built over the years. It was going perfectly, until his phone rang. Rolling his eyes and sighing, Jamie let his head fall onto Marshall’s chest, before fishing his phone out of his pocket to see a picture of Katie, grinning in a sombrero and aviators, on his lock screen. 

[color=31ba9f][b]“Tell me it’s good Katie. Please tell me there is a very good reason for calling me right now,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, his free hand absentmindedly running over Marshall’s chest. Marshall, being the way he was, got a little bratty over the fact that Jamie had answered his phone. Simply put, the drama king didn’t like when he wasn’t the center of attention, so he made sure that Jamie would have trouble focusing on his conversation by rolling them both over so that he was now hovering above the blond.

[color=ba314c][b]“So I take it the Marshall talk went well?”[/b][/color]

Marshall smirked upon hearing his own name through the phone against Jamie’s ear. That meant that, in some form, Jamie had planned this evening out enough for his sister to know about it beforehand. This confirmation that he was wanted was enough to take the edge off of the bratiness, but Marshall still felt amped up on hormones and mischief, so leaned down to kiss Jamie’s throat as he spoke.

[color=31ba9f][b]“I’m still waiting.”[/b][/color]

The distracting kisses didn’t stop. Marsh kissed down Jamie’s neck and along his collar bone. When he ran out of exposed flesh to press his lips against, Marshall made more by undoing a few buttons of Jamie’s shirt.

[color=ba314c][b]“Oh my Christ, you’re an asshole. The boats about to dock, and I have a very drunk Noah here with me. Can you put it back in your pants so we can go?”[/b][/color]

[color=31ba9f][b]“Noah? Drunk? Okay, I’ll meet you by where we came in,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, before hanging up.

Looking over at Marshall, he sighed. [color=31ba9f][b]“So, as it seems, duty calls,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, rolling his eyes before slowly sitting up, running a hand through his sexed up hair. [color=31ba9f][b]“Do you need a ride? Trixie’s long gone, but I brought my car,”[/b][/color] Jamie offered.

Marshall heard the questions, but he didn’t respond to them right away. He was distracted by the sight of Jamie being nearly shirtless before him — not only because he was nearly shirtless, but because his stomach was littered with fresh purple bruises. Touching the discolored skin softly with his fingertips, Marshall looked up to Jamie with dilated eyes that were blown wide with concern. [color=997fdb][b]“Oh my god, Jamie, what happened?”[/b][/color] He pressed his palm flat against Jamie’s abdomen and asked the even harder question, [color=997fdb][b]“did… did Owen do this too? You didn’t go back, did you?”[/b][/color]

Jamie looked down at his chest, the bruises having become an afterthought to the wild events of the night. He looked back up at Marshall and pulled his shirt closed, buttoning it back up. [color=31ba9f][b]“Do you remember that story I wrote about Jeremy and Kris? The one where I broke the whole cheating thing? Well, he wasn’t too happy about it,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, rubbing the back of his neck.

 [color=31ba9f][b]“Really, it’s fine. Owen actually helped me. There were like four dudes and Owen handled them and made me look like a completely incapable gay, just like every movie made in the early 2000’s,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, his tone of voice bordering on annoyance. He didn’t like being reminded of Owen or his black eye or his bruised chest. He didn’t like being reminded of how helpless everyone probably thought he was, all because he didn’t play football and screw girls, even though his dad had taught him to fight better than most of the assholes at Beverly Hills Hellhole. [color=31ba9f][b]“Do you need a ride?”[/b][/color] Jamie asked, his tone reverting to the soft, affectionate one that had been present only seconds ago.

[color=997fdb][b]“Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”[/b][/color] Marshall stammered, instantly feeling guilty at Jamie’s annoyed tone. Did he push him too far when he was on the phone? Or was it something he said? His inebriated mind swarmed with what ifs and what if nots, but at the forefront of them all, he just really didn’t want to mess this up. Marshall was having a marvelous night, and he’d never forgive himself if he just ruined it. 

[color=997fdb][b]“I’m glad he was there to help you… that sounds more like m—”[/b][/color] Marshall caught himself before he finished that statement. My Owen? Did he really almost say that out loud? Owen wasn’t [i]his[/i]… his best friend, maybe… but he wasn’t even that anymore. [color=997fdb][b]“Uh, him. That sounds more like him.”[/b][/color] Marsh chewed at his lip and brought his eyes to meet Jamie’s again. His face softened and he brought his hand up to Jamie’s cheek and brushed his thumb across it. [color=997fdb][b]“I, for one, think you are a very capable gay. My favorite capable gay.”[/b][/color] Marshall beamed a smile at him. [color=997fdb][b]“And I would love a ride… we better go, before your sister accuses us of having done something disreputable to make her wait.”[/b][/color] He said with a quick wink and stood up, holding his hand out to Jamie expectantly.[/indent][/indent]