forum Gay O/O [CLOSED]

Started January 14, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Marcus had to stand on his tip-toes to reach the cupboard, but he eventually managed to get a bottle of whipped cream and chocolate sauce down from the top.

Kyle went back to singing quietly in Spanish as he finished off the last of the pancakes, placing them in a stack before he turned off the stove. He bright the plate to the small table, placing them down before going to grab more plates and cutlery.

Somehow, Kyle’s singing acted like an anchor, keeping Marius’s thoughts from drifting to far. He set the toppings on the table, hoping that Kyle hadn’t noticed how badly his hands still shook.

Kyle grabbed the golden syrup from the cupboard before placing it beside the other toppings. He sat down in one of the four chair, "Take as little or as many as you want."

Marius sat down beside Kyle, taking a moment to stare at the quantity of food before thanking the other man quietly and putting a pancake on his plate. He slathered it with whip cream and a drizzle of chocolate sauce, not having the energy to care.

Kyle glanced out the corner of his eye and smiled the tiniest bit. He returned back to his own pancakes, pouring a nice amount of syrup on them before he dug in. He hadn't had pancakes for ages but maybe he'd make them more often now.

Marius took a tiny, tentative bite, unsure why he was so nervous. But the pancakes were so fluffy, and warm, and generally delicious, that he couldn’t help but take another bite. And another. And another. And soon, his plate was empty, and he was reaching for a second.

Kyle restrained himself from making a comment, but it didn't widen his smile to see Marius taking another pancake. He managed to finish his three pretty quickly before he took one more.

“This is really good, thank you,” Marius said when he had finished his second pancake, his voice still below regular volume.

"No need to thank me, I'm glad you like them," Kyle replied, cleaning his plate, "Are you going to have anymore or can I go wash up?"

“I’m done— but let me wash up. It’s- it’s the least I can do.” Marius stood, carrying his plate over to the sink.

"You really don't have to, Marius," Kyle grabbed the rest of the plates and followed, "How 'bout I wash and you dry?" He raised an eyebrow with a small smile.

Marius nodded, trying to return the smile. He failed, his muscle memory fishing for the unfamiliar term and coming up blank, so he just stood and went over to the sink.

Kyle opened his mouth to speak before he decided it as a bad idea. He placed the dishes next to the sink as he ran the warm water, "Want the radio on? You can change it from the Spanish channel if you do."

"Anything is fine by me," he replied, drying all the dishes that came his way. His movements seemed too automated, his eyes too blank, but it wasn't as if there was anything he could do about it.

Kyle nodded slowly turning up the radio again and leaving it on the channel it was on, "Anything is fine by you? So If I said I wanted to-" He was cut off by a loud and harsh banging on the front door, a scowl already forming.

Marius flinched backwards, instinctively shifting gears to panic mode. He stumbled back against the table, chest heaving as his eyes fixed themselves on the door.

"Wait here. Be quiet." Kyle said, drying his hands on a near by towel, turning down the radio before heading for the door. When he opened it up, he was met with a fist to the face by a large, brown haired man.
"Kyle. Where the hell were you last night!?" The man asked, crossing his arms.
"Busy. Was that it? You couldn't have asked me that later?" Kyle replied coldly.
"What was so busy that you couldn't make it to the meeting?"
"None of your business Jason. Now piss off before I return the punch." Kyle snapped, glaring at the other man.

Marius’s breath hitched as the men spoke, hostile, like two numbs waiting to go off. He backed further into the kitchen, flattening himself against the wall.

Jason snarled and pushed Kyle in the chest yet Kyle barely moved, "If you're not in tomorrow, Boss might nit send someone as nice as me." And then he left.
Kyle shut the door and bright his hand up to his face, wiping away some of the blood from his face before he headed back into the kitchen.

Marius stared at him with wide eyes, his features hardened by panic. “What— who— who was that?”

Kyle just shook his head, "No one important." He said quietly, wetting a wash cloth.

Slowly, he detached himself from the wall, approaching Kyle. “He hurt you?” Carefully, he removed the washcloth from Kyle’s hands and dabbed at the blood himself.

Kyle was a little shocked that Marius was cleaning the blood himself but he tried not to let it show, "He does it a lot. Nothing I'm not used to."

Marius kept his face passive, blank, however difficult it was. But he wanted to do something for Kyle, after everything the other man had tried to do for him. “That’s abuse,” he told him quietly. “Is he your boyfriend?” Cupping Kyle’s cheek, he continued to wipe the blood away.