Post by ▪▫ JUST ELLE... on Jan 30, 2012 0:04:39 GMT
Dating. Oh brother. What a clichéd practice. That’s why Marcus didn’t do it, at least, that’s what he told himself… The flowers, and the restaurants, and the dressing up; it was all just so unnecessary. Of course, how would Marcus know? He’d never been on a date in his life. Not that he hadn’t tried.
It was around his Sophomore year and being a bit younger- a bit less cynical, just a bit less- he’d decided to maybe start dating. So, naturally the first thing he did was go out looking, looking for someone to date. He was in over his head, really- he would’ve known that now, but it was then, and so he didn’t know. And with that lack of knowledge he had the senselessness to ask Wesley Grant on a date.
Wesley Grant was a senior- and that was probably his first mistake. And Marcus still remembers it well.
“You’re cute, kid- but you’re stupid.” That’s what Wesley had said before patting a shorter version of Marcus on the head and walking away.
It is a well-known fact that Marcus doesn’t take rejection well- and even then he didn’t. So, that was the first and last time he’d asked someone out.
Now a senior, he was more the fool around type. But lately that whole “dating” idea had been popping into his head. He’d been pushing it away, but it just kept coming, and why- well, that was just as troubling.
Perry. Perry Buchanon.
Bad idea to begin with. Not that Perry wasn’t great, he was- in many different ways. The problem wasn’t really the fact that Marcus didn’t like him enough or want him enough- he figured he liked and wanted Perry far more than was good for him. It was more the fact that Perry Buchanon was not the dating type- not in the least, and Marcus liked him for that (or thought he had). Now that that idea- the “dating” thing- had come back into his mind, popping up in his thoughts, he sort of wished Perry could be more
than just another guy he sometimes fooled around with.
“Marcus,” Came a voice out of nowhere. Well, really it was from the boy who was on top of him right now, trying to kiss him. Marcus hadn’t even realized his mind had drifted so far away, but he had just been laying there with…whoever this was and hadn’t been giving the boy anything back.
“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about something..” He said distantly, sitting up slowly.
“No problem.” The boy had said smirking and leaning back in, “Now where were we?” Marcus pushed the boy away disinterestedly, his mind still elsewhere.
“Actually, I have to go do something.” He muttered, getting up in the next moment.
“What!?”
“Sorry, Tyler.” Tyler, that was the guy’s name. Whatever, it didn’t matter much at this point, he was through here. Pulling his shirt back over his head and lacing up his shoes quickly he gave a wave to the very flustered- and probably insulted- boy, disappearing around the corner and out the door.
Perry probably wasn’t home, it was a Saturday night- and if he was home, he probably had someone along with him. It was only eight, though, maybe Marcus could catch up with him before he headed out on some crazy Perry-like adventure. Just maybe.
Pulling up along the curb and parking, he sat for a moment looking out the passenger side window to the house he knew as Perry’s. He should just start the car back up and turn around right now… Shouldn’t he? Another minute staring through the window and he finally pulled his arm over to undo his seatbelt and push his car door open. Stepping out and walking around to go up the driveway, up to Perry’s front door, he stood, a hand up to the door as if he were about to knock but wasn’t ready to do it yet.
Fuck. What if Perry’s mom or dad answers the door? God, that would be embarrassing. Do I have to ask for his father’s permission. Fucking idiot, that’s if you’re proposing. Marcus, just knock on the damn door already, or get back into your shitty car and go home, pussy. Fuck.
His hand flinched forward. So, that was a sort of knock. Try that again, shall you? He knocked properly now, more surely (as sure as he could be).
Please don’t be a parent, please don’t be a parent, please don’t be a parent.
DAMN.
At least it was Perry’s mom. His dad made him really fucking nervous, for some odd reason. “Marcus, honey, what a pleasant surprise. I assume you’re here to see Perry.”
Marcus nodded slowly, unable to say anything.
“PERRY, YOUR LITTLE FRIEND IS HERE.” She called.
“Who?” Came Perry’s voice in question. Marcus bit down on his lip, his eyes trying to seek the other boy out.
“MARCUS.” She called back and Marcus ran a hand through his hair awkwardly; if he couldn’t already hear the distinct sound of Perry strolling into the front room, he would’ve backed away quickly and run back to that Tyler guy- because that’s just how much of a pussy he was being right now.
Perry’s expression was something along the lines of curious, yet Marcus could tell the boy was a bit impatient. He didn’t pay much mind to it. He needed to do this before he wussed out again.
“So, Marcus, what brings you to the Buchanon household on a Saturday evening?” Perry asked casually, though Marcus could see the boy smirking as he turned to lead him into the living room.
“I was just, you know, in the neighborhood.” He replied, already feeling nerves hit him again, as he stood across from Perry, leaning against the door frame while Perry took a seat.
“Well, do sit.” Perry said, mocking the attitude of a true host. Marcus shook his head, though,
“I’m not staying for long, I just came by to, uhm, ask you something.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck before standing to walk a little further inside the living room glancing over to the now even more curious boy.
“Oh? Well, let’s not beat around the bush then.” He said, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked up to Marcus waiting for him to speak. Marcus cleared his throat, gathering up the words he was going to try and say.
Fuck. I should just go. I look like a damn fool standing here, clearing my throat. Who the hell asks Perry Buchanon out on a date. Dumb asses, that’s who. Marcus, don’t be a dumb ass. Turn around and go home. – No, you have to do this. If you don’t do it now, it’s going to keep running through your head. Just get it over with. The worst he can do is say no. – Well, that’s not very reassuring. ‘No’ is exactly what I don’t want to hear. – Well, you sure as hell aren’t going to hear anything if you keep standing here with your mouth open. – My mouth is open? Fuck.
Closing his mouth promptly, he cleared his throat again. Perry was just sitting staring up at him, slightly taken aback by this side of Marcus. Was he being shy about something? What did Marcus have to be shy about?
“Uhm, well, Perry… I’ve been thinking,” He began, slowly, dropping his hand from his neck and sliding it into his pocket.
“Thinking. Mm, is that a new feature, Marcus?” Perry asked teasingly, trying to keep the mood light, although it was headed in a very different direction he could tell. At least Marcus threw him a glare that he could grin in return at.
“So, anyway,” Marcus grunted, “Well, it’s just… I mean, I know you’re not much for that kind of thing, and neither am I- I’ve never really done it ever, never really been interested, but it’s crossed my mind lately, and it kinda seemed like maybe it could possibly be something that might, you know, be sort of alright if it were done right and all. It’s not that big of a deal really, anyway, it’s just something I-”
“Marcus.” Perry cut him off, finally because Marcus was going on and on without getting anywhere near the point. “Just ask the question already.” He pressed, insistently.
“Right.” Marcus said, taking a breath to gather himself again. “Okay, so, I’m just going to ask it, and it’s going to sound really stupid- especially coming from me, but I don’t care because if I don’t ask it it’s going to stay on my mind for fucking ever.” He said preparing Perry and himself for this infamous question. “Fuck this is hard.” He muttered under his breath before, taking another breath, “Do you, uh, want to go on a, uhm,” He cleared his throat again. Three more words Marcus. “date…with me?” Oh god, oh Jesus. He’d asked it. It had been asked. No turning back, no running to his car. Nothing but waiting for Perry to laugh in his face.
Which is exactly what Perry did. Yeah, he was laughing, and Marcus bit his lip folding his arms, insulted, waiting for the boy to stop laughing. Finally Perry lifted his head again, coughing back another laugh that was bubbling up in the back of his throat. He could tell Marcus was pissed, and that only made it funnier, but he refrained from another bout of laughter.
“I picked you out as a romantic when you were drunk, but gee whiz, Marcus. This is quite the unexpected.” He sighed out, still very amused by all of this. Marcus, he could tell, was not and the other just stared him down as he grinned up at him. “Sure, Marcus.” He cooed, standing up now and walking to the other, now grumpy, boy. “I’ll go on a date with you. If only to be further entertained by your ‘romantic side’.” He said ruffling up Marcus’s hair and smirking big now. Marcus leaned his head away from Perry’s head as he always did when the boy pissed him off. However, he knew he was slightly relieved, a small rush of satisfaction at Perry’s answer- despite the fact it might have sounded pretentious.
“Alright, well, yeah.” He said finally clearing his throat again, trying to remain cool after his ego got such a kick to the balls.
“Pick me up at eight, baby.” Perry chirped patting Marcus on the butt before ushering him back towards the door. “Take me somewhere nice too. I’m worth a lot more than a Dollar Menu meal and a back-seater.” He called out as Marcus was trying to walk with pride to his car. He gave one last laugh as Marcus threw a dirty look over his shoulder before shutting the door and leaning up against it for a second. Did that seriously just happen. Amusing, definitely, but confusing as hell. A date? And with Marcus Otter? Well, that church outing had been something…different as well. Maybe things were all heading up this way, but thinking that way just made Perry feel weird, so he pushed the thoughts aside. He was going on this…thing tomorrow with Marcus just for the amusement of it. Yes, that was all…
Marcus had sat in his car for a long moment again after leaving Perry’s. Was this good or not? A large part of him was really anxious now that Perry had agreed to this whole thing. What the hell did people even do on dates? Looks like he was going to need some advice- another Marcus never went asking for, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Hey, uncle Drew.” He called as he entered the apartment later that night. His uncle emerge from the kitchen a moment later,
“Marcus, something I can help you with?” He greeted, a towel in his hand as he dried off a bowl that had just come from the dish washer,
“So, uh, you’re kind of a sap.” Marcus said slowly,
“Well, thank you, Marcus. I love it when you get observational.” Drew replied, dryly after a blink or two. Marcus only nodded and continued on,
“What did you do on your first date with my uncle Riley?” He asked, Drew considered the question for a second before smiling,
“Well, it was really romantic, actually. So, I took him to this fancy place called Ciao Bella- an Italian place, of course- and-” He stopped as he saw Marcus turn around and walk off.
“I’m screwed.” Marcus groaned into his bed sheets as he plopped down in his room.
Marcus woke up quite late the next day, probably because every time his eyes fluttered open he remembered going over to Perry’s and asking that dreaded question. He just wanted to repress the whole memory, but of course he couldn’t. He did, in fact, have a date tonight. Finally pulling himself from out beneath the covers at noon, he showered and for much longer than usual. When he emerged from the shower and started getting dressed it was already one in the afternoon. Really, most of Marcus’s day was spent trying to figure out something that wouldn’t be completely lame to do. Anything to save whatever was left of his pride.
He still wasn’t so sure of himself when he finally went to pick up Perry. If he got through this night, pride unscathed, it would be a fucking miracle.
“What, no flowers?” Perry asked, grinning as he opened up the door to Marcus, who immediately gave him a look. Following Marcus back out towards the car, he slid his hands into his pocket, “So, where to, sugar lips?” He asked, pretending to be endearing, coming off more amused. Marcus walked around to the driver’s side, about to open his door, but Perry just stood there staring at him,
“What?” Marcus sighed.
“You’re not going to open the door for me!?” Perry gasped, a hand coming up to his chest as if offended. Marcus stared at him for a long moment before, sighing, coming over and pulling the passenger door open. “Such a gentleman.” Perry said up to Marcus, batting his lashes, as he ducked inside the car.
Going back around and settling into the driver’s seat he started the thing up, addressing Perry’s question after pulling onto the road,
“I know you said you’re worth more than a back-seater, but that’s actually where we’ll be for this…date.” He said, the last word coming out strangled.
“Well, that really tells me nothing about what we’re doing.” Perry griped, folding his arms staring over at Marcus.
“Yeah, I know.” Marcus muttered, a small smirk on his lips. It was his turn to keep Perry guessing, and he could tell the other boy was trying to figure out what they would be doing in the back-seat of a car besides the obvious…sex. Having sex did not count as a date, did it? What the hell had Marcus planned.
When they turned off onto a dirt road was when Perry started to get suspicious, “Marcus where the hell are you taking me?” He asked just before he caught sight of the large screen across the field, a projector a ways away from it.
“Alfred Hitchcock fan?” He asked, raising a brow slowly, lips curling up into a small smile.
“Ah, drive in movie. Old-fashioned.” Perry said with a nod, glancing back up to the screen which had started running an old preview as the movie started up. “Are we fasting or something.” He asked once his stomach had growled,
“Got that covered too.” Marcus commented shortly reaching down to pull out a bag, two burgers inside, “And it isn’t from the Dollar Menu.” He clarified, dryly handing Perry his. Perry tilted his head up at Marcus trying to decide what he thought about all of this. Marcus was kind of adorable, trying to make this something that wasn’t too…cliché, but that could, you know, be considered a date.
It was a while into Psycho, and they’d both slid into the backseat of the car, windows rolled down the movie floating into the car even as they were trying to look anywhere but at each other. It was awkward, yes, very much so, although strangely nice, just being in close quarters with the other. For the sake of calling this a “date”, though, they were trying to keep from getting too restless, a near impossible task for the two boys.
Marcus eyes would slide from the movie screen over to Perry absent-mindedly, a hand moving over to rest on the boy’s leg. Perry would glance sideways at him then, smirk, slide a hand over Marcus’s and then turn his face back up towards the screen, trying not to think about how good that cologne Marcus had tried to inconspicuously dab on smelled and how he just wanted to bury his face into the other’s shirt and breathe it in.
Marcus shifted a bit, still restless, pulling at the collar of his shirt because it was really hot in here…wasn’t it? Perry had turned to look up at him now, and they both kind of sat there and stared, before in one swift movement Marcus’s lips were pressed up against Perry’s.
Perry’s hands came up to grab at the material of the other’s shirt, fingers searching for those buttons,
“I don’t give a shit about Hitchcock anyway.” Marcus grunted against the boy’s lips,
“Then why would you take me to a Hitchcock movie fest?” Perry murmured back only half curious because he was more focused on trying to get the this damn shirt off Marcus as it was more difficult than he’d anticipated,
“I thought you were a Hitchcock fan?” He shrugged dismissively, hands stringing through Perry’s hair pushing the other boy down against the seat. So much for no back-seaters. Perry snorted, fingers still struggling on one of the buttons of Marcus’s shirt,
“You really don’t know me as well as you like to think you do.” He sighed, finally just jerking at the shirt to pull it open; he definitely heard a tear, whatever. Marcus had heard it too, but he was so far from caring about anything but Perry underneath him right now.
When the ending credits for Psycho had started rolling, Perry and Marcus were just sitting up, Marcus pulling the ripped shirt back on, Perry trying to get back up on the backseat, as he’d slid almost completely off. Climbing back into the front seats, the two tried to fix themselves up before pulling off to head home.
As Marcus pulled up in front of Perry’s place he pulled the other boy’s collar up a bit, trying to cover a really obvious hickey. Perry felt the place for a second, smirking over at Marcus,
“I’d thought you were turning into fucking Dracula on me or something.” He said remembering the way Marcus had gotten the skin on his neck between his teeth as rough as ever.
“Sure, like you didn’t try to take my bottom lip as a souvenir with you.” Marcus countered a smirk of his own, pulling a hand up to the slightly tender spot on his bottom lip.
“So, call me up when a John Hughes film fest is in town.” Perry muttered, before giving Marcus’s bottom lip one last nip. Marcus winced slightly, leaning into Perry even so.
“Ahh, I didn’t take you for a Breakfast Club fan.” Marcus replied, brow raised. Perry shook his head lightly, “Alright, well, lesson learned.” Marcus nodded now, leaning over Perry to push the passenger side door open for the boy as he saw a face glancing out the window of the boy’s house. No need to let Perry’s father get any more impatient-looking,
“This didn’t suck entirely.” Perry said back with a gin before stepping out of the car and walking off to his front door, giving a backwards glance to Marcus starting up his car before going inside.
Marcus made his way back to his apartment, a smirk slowly growing on his face. Take that Wesley fucking Grant.
It was around his Sophomore year and being a bit younger- a bit less cynical, just a bit less- he’d decided to maybe start dating. So, naturally the first thing he did was go out looking, looking for someone to date. He was in over his head, really- he would’ve known that now, but it was then, and so he didn’t know. And with that lack of knowledge he had the senselessness to ask Wesley Grant on a date.
Wesley Grant was a senior- and that was probably his first mistake. And Marcus still remembers it well.
“You’re cute, kid- but you’re stupid.” That’s what Wesley had said before patting a shorter version of Marcus on the head and walking away.
It is a well-known fact that Marcus doesn’t take rejection well- and even then he didn’t. So, that was the first and last time he’d asked someone out.
Now a senior, he was more the fool around type. But lately that whole “dating” idea had been popping into his head. He’d been pushing it away, but it just kept coming, and why- well, that was just as troubling.
Perry. Perry Buchanon.
Bad idea to begin with. Not that Perry wasn’t great, he was- in many different ways. The problem wasn’t really the fact that Marcus didn’t like him enough or want him enough- he figured he liked and wanted Perry far more than was good for him. It was more the fact that Perry Buchanon was not the dating type- not in the least, and Marcus liked him for that (or thought he had). Now that that idea- the “dating” thing- had come back into his mind, popping up in his thoughts, he sort of wished Perry could be more
than just another guy he sometimes fooled around with.
“Marcus,” Came a voice out of nowhere. Well, really it was from the boy who was on top of him right now, trying to kiss him. Marcus hadn’t even realized his mind had drifted so far away, but he had just been laying there with…whoever this was and hadn’t been giving the boy anything back.
“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about something..” He said distantly, sitting up slowly.
“No problem.” The boy had said smirking and leaning back in, “Now where were we?” Marcus pushed the boy away disinterestedly, his mind still elsewhere.
“Actually, I have to go do something.” He muttered, getting up in the next moment.
“What!?”
“Sorry, Tyler.” Tyler, that was the guy’s name. Whatever, it didn’t matter much at this point, he was through here. Pulling his shirt back over his head and lacing up his shoes quickly he gave a wave to the very flustered- and probably insulted- boy, disappearing around the corner and out the door.
Perry probably wasn’t home, it was a Saturday night- and if he was home, he probably had someone along with him. It was only eight, though, maybe Marcus could catch up with him before he headed out on some crazy Perry-like adventure. Just maybe.
Pulling up along the curb and parking, he sat for a moment looking out the passenger side window to the house he knew as Perry’s. He should just start the car back up and turn around right now… Shouldn’t he? Another minute staring through the window and he finally pulled his arm over to undo his seatbelt and push his car door open. Stepping out and walking around to go up the driveway, up to Perry’s front door, he stood, a hand up to the door as if he were about to knock but wasn’t ready to do it yet.
Fuck. What if Perry’s mom or dad answers the door? God, that would be embarrassing. Do I have to ask for his father’s permission. Fucking idiot, that’s if you’re proposing. Marcus, just knock on the damn door already, or get back into your shitty car and go home, pussy. Fuck.
His hand flinched forward. So, that was a sort of knock. Try that again, shall you? He knocked properly now, more surely (as sure as he could be).
Please don’t be a parent, please don’t be a parent, please don’t be a parent.
DAMN.
At least it was Perry’s mom. His dad made him really fucking nervous, for some odd reason. “Marcus, honey, what a pleasant surprise. I assume you’re here to see Perry.”
Marcus nodded slowly, unable to say anything.
“PERRY, YOUR LITTLE FRIEND IS HERE.” She called.
“Who?” Came Perry’s voice in question. Marcus bit down on his lip, his eyes trying to seek the other boy out.
“MARCUS.” She called back and Marcus ran a hand through his hair awkwardly; if he couldn’t already hear the distinct sound of Perry strolling into the front room, he would’ve backed away quickly and run back to that Tyler guy- because that’s just how much of a pussy he was being right now.
Perry’s expression was something along the lines of curious, yet Marcus could tell the boy was a bit impatient. He didn’t pay much mind to it. He needed to do this before he wussed out again.
“So, Marcus, what brings you to the Buchanon household on a Saturday evening?” Perry asked casually, though Marcus could see the boy smirking as he turned to lead him into the living room.
“I was just, you know, in the neighborhood.” He replied, already feeling nerves hit him again, as he stood across from Perry, leaning against the door frame while Perry took a seat.
“Well, do sit.” Perry said, mocking the attitude of a true host. Marcus shook his head, though,
“I’m not staying for long, I just came by to, uhm, ask you something.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck before standing to walk a little further inside the living room glancing over to the now even more curious boy.
“Oh? Well, let’s not beat around the bush then.” He said, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked up to Marcus waiting for him to speak. Marcus cleared his throat, gathering up the words he was going to try and say.
Fuck. I should just go. I look like a damn fool standing here, clearing my throat. Who the hell asks Perry Buchanon out on a date. Dumb asses, that’s who. Marcus, don’t be a dumb ass. Turn around and go home. – No, you have to do this. If you don’t do it now, it’s going to keep running through your head. Just get it over with. The worst he can do is say no. – Well, that’s not very reassuring. ‘No’ is exactly what I don’t want to hear. – Well, you sure as hell aren’t going to hear anything if you keep standing here with your mouth open. – My mouth is open? Fuck.
Closing his mouth promptly, he cleared his throat again. Perry was just sitting staring up at him, slightly taken aback by this side of Marcus. Was he being shy about something? What did Marcus have to be shy about?
“Uhm, well, Perry… I’ve been thinking,” He began, slowly, dropping his hand from his neck and sliding it into his pocket.
“Thinking. Mm, is that a new feature, Marcus?” Perry asked teasingly, trying to keep the mood light, although it was headed in a very different direction he could tell. At least Marcus threw him a glare that he could grin in return at.
“So, anyway,” Marcus grunted, “Well, it’s just… I mean, I know you’re not much for that kind of thing, and neither am I- I’ve never really done it ever, never really been interested, but it’s crossed my mind lately, and it kinda seemed like maybe it could possibly be something that might, you know, be sort of alright if it were done right and all. It’s not that big of a deal really, anyway, it’s just something I-”
“Marcus.” Perry cut him off, finally because Marcus was going on and on without getting anywhere near the point. “Just ask the question already.” He pressed, insistently.
“Right.” Marcus said, taking a breath to gather himself again. “Okay, so, I’m just going to ask it, and it’s going to sound really stupid- especially coming from me, but I don’t care because if I don’t ask it it’s going to stay on my mind for fucking ever.” He said preparing Perry and himself for this infamous question. “Fuck this is hard.” He muttered under his breath before, taking another breath, “Do you, uh, want to go on a, uhm,” He cleared his throat again. Three more words Marcus. “date…with me?” Oh god, oh Jesus. He’d asked it. It had been asked. No turning back, no running to his car. Nothing but waiting for Perry to laugh in his face.
Which is exactly what Perry did. Yeah, he was laughing, and Marcus bit his lip folding his arms, insulted, waiting for the boy to stop laughing. Finally Perry lifted his head again, coughing back another laugh that was bubbling up in the back of his throat. He could tell Marcus was pissed, and that only made it funnier, but he refrained from another bout of laughter.
“I picked you out as a romantic when you were drunk, but gee whiz, Marcus. This is quite the unexpected.” He sighed out, still very amused by all of this. Marcus, he could tell, was not and the other just stared him down as he grinned up at him. “Sure, Marcus.” He cooed, standing up now and walking to the other, now grumpy, boy. “I’ll go on a date with you. If only to be further entertained by your ‘romantic side’.” He said ruffling up Marcus’s hair and smirking big now. Marcus leaned his head away from Perry’s head as he always did when the boy pissed him off. However, he knew he was slightly relieved, a small rush of satisfaction at Perry’s answer- despite the fact it might have sounded pretentious.
“Alright, well, yeah.” He said finally clearing his throat again, trying to remain cool after his ego got such a kick to the balls.
“Pick me up at eight, baby.” Perry chirped patting Marcus on the butt before ushering him back towards the door. “Take me somewhere nice too. I’m worth a lot more than a Dollar Menu meal and a back-seater.” He called out as Marcus was trying to walk with pride to his car. He gave one last laugh as Marcus threw a dirty look over his shoulder before shutting the door and leaning up against it for a second. Did that seriously just happen. Amusing, definitely, but confusing as hell. A date? And with Marcus Otter? Well, that church outing had been something…different as well. Maybe things were all heading up this way, but thinking that way just made Perry feel weird, so he pushed the thoughts aside. He was going on this…thing tomorrow with Marcus just for the amusement of it. Yes, that was all…
Marcus had sat in his car for a long moment again after leaving Perry’s. Was this good or not? A large part of him was really anxious now that Perry had agreed to this whole thing. What the hell did people even do on dates? Looks like he was going to need some advice- another Marcus never went asking for, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Hey, uncle Drew.” He called as he entered the apartment later that night. His uncle emerge from the kitchen a moment later,
“Marcus, something I can help you with?” He greeted, a towel in his hand as he dried off a bowl that had just come from the dish washer,
“So, uh, you’re kind of a sap.” Marcus said slowly,
“Well, thank you, Marcus. I love it when you get observational.” Drew replied, dryly after a blink or two. Marcus only nodded and continued on,
“What did you do on your first date with my uncle Riley?” He asked, Drew considered the question for a second before smiling,
“Well, it was really romantic, actually. So, I took him to this fancy place called Ciao Bella- an Italian place, of course- and-” He stopped as he saw Marcus turn around and walk off.
“I’m screwed.” Marcus groaned into his bed sheets as he plopped down in his room.
Marcus woke up quite late the next day, probably because every time his eyes fluttered open he remembered going over to Perry’s and asking that dreaded question. He just wanted to repress the whole memory, but of course he couldn’t. He did, in fact, have a date tonight. Finally pulling himself from out beneath the covers at noon, he showered and for much longer than usual. When he emerged from the shower and started getting dressed it was already one in the afternoon. Really, most of Marcus’s day was spent trying to figure out something that wouldn’t be completely lame to do. Anything to save whatever was left of his pride.
He still wasn’t so sure of himself when he finally went to pick up Perry. If he got through this night, pride unscathed, it would be a fucking miracle.
“What, no flowers?” Perry asked, grinning as he opened up the door to Marcus, who immediately gave him a look. Following Marcus back out towards the car, he slid his hands into his pocket, “So, where to, sugar lips?” He asked, pretending to be endearing, coming off more amused. Marcus walked around to the driver’s side, about to open his door, but Perry just stood there staring at him,
“What?” Marcus sighed.
“You’re not going to open the door for me!?” Perry gasped, a hand coming up to his chest as if offended. Marcus stared at him for a long moment before, sighing, coming over and pulling the passenger door open. “Such a gentleman.” Perry said up to Marcus, batting his lashes, as he ducked inside the car.
Going back around and settling into the driver’s seat he started the thing up, addressing Perry’s question after pulling onto the road,
“I know you said you’re worth more than a back-seater, but that’s actually where we’ll be for this…date.” He said, the last word coming out strangled.
“Well, that really tells me nothing about what we’re doing.” Perry griped, folding his arms staring over at Marcus.
“Yeah, I know.” Marcus muttered, a small smirk on his lips. It was his turn to keep Perry guessing, and he could tell the other boy was trying to figure out what they would be doing in the back-seat of a car besides the obvious…sex. Having sex did not count as a date, did it? What the hell had Marcus planned.
When they turned off onto a dirt road was when Perry started to get suspicious, “Marcus where the hell are you taking me?” He asked just before he caught sight of the large screen across the field, a projector a ways away from it.
“Alfred Hitchcock fan?” He asked, raising a brow slowly, lips curling up into a small smile.
“Ah, drive in movie. Old-fashioned.” Perry said with a nod, glancing back up to the screen which had started running an old preview as the movie started up. “Are we fasting or something.” He asked once his stomach had growled,
“Got that covered too.” Marcus commented shortly reaching down to pull out a bag, two burgers inside, “And it isn’t from the Dollar Menu.” He clarified, dryly handing Perry his. Perry tilted his head up at Marcus trying to decide what he thought about all of this. Marcus was kind of adorable, trying to make this something that wasn’t too…cliché, but that could, you know, be considered a date.
It was a while into Psycho, and they’d both slid into the backseat of the car, windows rolled down the movie floating into the car even as they were trying to look anywhere but at each other. It was awkward, yes, very much so, although strangely nice, just being in close quarters with the other. For the sake of calling this a “date”, though, they were trying to keep from getting too restless, a near impossible task for the two boys.
Marcus eyes would slide from the movie screen over to Perry absent-mindedly, a hand moving over to rest on the boy’s leg. Perry would glance sideways at him then, smirk, slide a hand over Marcus’s and then turn his face back up towards the screen, trying not to think about how good that cologne Marcus had tried to inconspicuously dab on smelled and how he just wanted to bury his face into the other’s shirt and breathe it in.
Marcus shifted a bit, still restless, pulling at the collar of his shirt because it was really hot in here…wasn’t it? Perry had turned to look up at him now, and they both kind of sat there and stared, before in one swift movement Marcus’s lips were pressed up against Perry’s.
Perry’s hands came up to grab at the material of the other’s shirt, fingers searching for those buttons,
“I don’t give a shit about Hitchcock anyway.” Marcus grunted against the boy’s lips,
“Then why would you take me to a Hitchcock movie fest?” Perry murmured back only half curious because he was more focused on trying to get the this damn shirt off Marcus as it was more difficult than he’d anticipated,
“I thought you were a Hitchcock fan?” He shrugged dismissively, hands stringing through Perry’s hair pushing the other boy down against the seat. So much for no back-seaters. Perry snorted, fingers still struggling on one of the buttons of Marcus’s shirt,
“You really don’t know me as well as you like to think you do.” He sighed, finally just jerking at the shirt to pull it open; he definitely heard a tear, whatever. Marcus had heard it too, but he was so far from caring about anything but Perry underneath him right now.
When the ending credits for Psycho had started rolling, Perry and Marcus were just sitting up, Marcus pulling the ripped shirt back on, Perry trying to get back up on the backseat, as he’d slid almost completely off. Climbing back into the front seats, the two tried to fix themselves up before pulling off to head home.
As Marcus pulled up in front of Perry’s place he pulled the other boy’s collar up a bit, trying to cover a really obvious hickey. Perry felt the place for a second, smirking over at Marcus,
“I’d thought you were turning into fucking Dracula on me or something.” He said remembering the way Marcus had gotten the skin on his neck between his teeth as rough as ever.
“Sure, like you didn’t try to take my bottom lip as a souvenir with you.” Marcus countered a smirk of his own, pulling a hand up to the slightly tender spot on his bottom lip.
“So, call me up when a John Hughes film fest is in town.” Perry muttered, before giving Marcus’s bottom lip one last nip. Marcus winced slightly, leaning into Perry even so.
“Ahh, I didn’t take you for a Breakfast Club fan.” Marcus replied, brow raised. Perry shook his head lightly, “Alright, well, lesson learned.” Marcus nodded now, leaning over Perry to push the passenger side door open for the boy as he saw a face glancing out the window of the boy’s house. No need to let Perry’s father get any more impatient-looking,
“This didn’t suck entirely.” Perry said back with a gin before stepping out of the car and walking off to his front door, giving a backwards glance to Marcus starting up his car before going inside.
Marcus made his way back to his apartment, a smirk slowly growing on his face. Take that Wesley fucking Grant.