"Wow, your place still looks the same." Marcelo laughed happily.
"I don't know if I should be offended or..."
"No, don't. It's just that so many memories just flooded my brain."
What's happening, you may ask. Well, it's the day before Christmas Eve. Marcelo and Remi just came back from going shopping for a few last minute things that they wanted to get for Elio. And now, they'd picked Elio back up from Jaxon and Damon's place before they went back to Remi's place and sneakily wrapped all of the gifts up.
"Hey, do you want me to put these underneath your bed until we put them under my Christmas tree tomorrow?"
Remi walked back over to his bed after he brought the rest of Elio's gifts over and nodded. "Yeah, they'll be fine under there."
Remi put the gifts that he had in his hands down before walking back out to make sure that he didn't have anything else to get. As he did so, Marcelo carefully pushed all of the gifts underneath the bed, making sure that he didn't rip the wrapper up. While he was pushing one of the boxes back towards the wall, he felt something already there, stopping him from pushing the gift all the way back.
Reaching as far as he could, Marcelo grabbed the blocker that he felt and pulled it from underneath the bed. It was this black, rectangular box. It felt pretty light for the most part. The lid of the box was barely covering the entire box so once Marcelo sat it on the floor in front of him, the lid slid off, hitting the floor with a light thump. What was inside made Marcelo's jaw drop.
It was Remi's dildo.
"Holy shit," Marcelo murmured.
Grinning, Marcelo grabbed the dildo and stood up. He heard Remi's footsteps walking towards the room once he did.
Walking into the room, Remi immediately saw the dildo in Marcelo's hand. He gasped and rushed over to Marcelo, reaching to snatch the toy out of his hand.
"Aht!" Marcelo teased and pulled the toy out of Remi's reach, holding it high up so that Remi couldn't get it.
"Marcelo, stop it. Give it here."
"What was this doing under there?"
"That's none of your business. Give it back," Remi hissed.
"So this is what you've been up to, huh?"
"That's not funny!"
"No, you're right. It's hilarious actually. Who would've known?"
Remi growled and tackled Marcelo onto the bed. He straddled Marcelo and placed a hand on his chest, forcing him to stay down. Then, he reached up as far as he could and tried to grab the toy out of Marcelo's hand. Marcelo did nothing but chuckle. Even as Remi finally yanked the dildo out of Marcelo's hand and placed it back into the box, Marcelo was still going through his fit of chuckles.
Remi frowned which soon turned into a glare.
Once Marcelo finally calmed down and sat up, Remi's glare deepened. "It's not funny."
"Wow, you're really upset with me about this?"
"Why did you open the box, let alone touch it?"
"Teo—"
"No, don't Teo me."
Marcelo raised a brow before he continued, "Teo... I was, many times in the past, in the place of that dildo. What would I be afraid to touch it for?" Marcelo chuckled.
"That doesn't mean anything."
"It definitely does. Why would I be afraid of something that I could replace?" Marcelo smirked.
Rolling his eyes, Remi moved Marcelo's legs out of the way before shoving the black box back where it was initially. He stood back up and turned around with his arms crossed over his chest. He was about to walk out of the room when a hand landed on his shoulder, turning him around. Remi looked up at Marcelo, a frown still visible on his face.
"Are you really upset with me over this?"
Remi clicked his tongue and looked away. Maybe he did overreact just a little. But still, it's the principle of the whole situation. "No, but... invasion of privacy. I overreacted a little though. I'm sorry."
Grinning, Marcelo nodded. "I meant what I said though. About me replacing it."
Remi rolled his eyes once again, this time in a playful manner, as he shoved Marcelo back a tad bit by his shoulder. "I don't want your dick."
"Are you sure? Dildos are way less fun than the real thing."
"And how would you know?"
"Maybe because I didn't see a piercing on it. A piercing that you loved."
Remi's cheeks visibly darkened as he blushed fifty shades of red. He bit his bottom lip to keep in the exhale that he so badly wanted to let out.
Fuck.
He shouldn't be imagining these kinds of things. No, it isn't safe. Especially since they're just friends. Especially since Elio could walk in at any second. No, good thoughts only. Good thoughts only.
But he couldn't. He couldn't stop imagining what Marcelo kept suggesting. He couldn't stop imagining Marcelo's hands running all over his body. He couldn't stop imagining the way Marcelo's warm lips would feel on top of his. He couldn't get the latter out of his head even once it impulsively happened and Marcelo's lips were smashed against his in a warm, fiery kiss full of desire and longing and a burning, hot flame. Tingles shot up and down Remi's body as he felt sparks flying through him as they transferred from Marcelo.
Ugh, how he missed these lips.
Lifting his arm, Remi placed his hand on the back of Marcelo's neck and pulled him down even more, deepening their kiss. Every single month that the two missed each other was proven through the emotion that they put into the kiss. Remi could barely even breathe. Not when Marcelo was suffocating him in the best way possible.
It felt so wrong, but it felt so good.
Scrambling over to the door all while keeping contact with Remi's lips, Marcelo shut the door and locked it, not thinking about his and Remi's two year old that was still playing in the living room with Paxton.
Picking Remi up, Marcelo smooshed him against the door, moving his lips down to Remi's neck and his hands underneath Remi's shirt. His hands left a trail of fire all over Remi's body that was just as hot as the kisses and bites that he was placing on Remi's neck.
He pulled Remi's shirt over his head and flung it to the floor. All the while, Remi couldn't stop letting sounds of long awaited pleasure out of his mouth. He threw his head back against the door as he felt Marcelo run his hands over his chest. His nipples quickly hardened up at the feeling of the familiar hands finally giving them the touch that they needed, wanted.
"You are so fucking sexy." Marcelo said, his voice a guttural sound that rooted from the deep depths of his chest. He carried Remi over to the bed and threw him down. Remi gasped at the sudden motion.
Pulling his own shirt over his head, Marcelo flung the shirt to the floor before he ducked down and reattached his lips to Remi's. His hands slid down Remi's sides dangerously. The place that they were destined to go itched with need. Remi itched with need.
It took a few seconds for Marcelo to finally reach the drawstring of Remi's sweatpants and pull it loose. But that was enough time for Remi to snap out of his clouded mind. He exhaled and reached down, placing his hand on Marcelo's that was just seconds away from pulling his sweatpants down.
"W-Wait," Remi panted. "No... we shouldn't."
Marcelo looked at Remi for a second before he really realized what he was doing. He collapsed down against Remi and sighed into the bedsheets. Remi looked up at the ceiling fan of his room and forced himself to calm down, forced the throbbing in his lower parts to go away. Meanwhile, Marcelo himself was trying to tame the hardness that'd formed in his jeans.
"What're you doing to me, Teo?"
Remi chuckled breathily and nudged Marcelo off of him. As Marcelo stood up and searched for his shirt, Remi stood up himself, covering his chest up before he searched for his shirt as well. Once he'd found it, he threw it over his head and ran a hand through his now messy hair. He turned around and looked at Marcelo who was already looking at him.
"I should go, shouldn't I?"
"Yeah, I think that would probably be best."
Despite both of their inner objections, Marcelo smiled before he walked around Remi and opened the bedroom door, walking out. He quickly said goodbye to Elio before he put on his coat and grabbed his keys, rushing out. He didn't even say goodbye to Remi. Any more of an interaction with Remi would lead to the two doing something that they both knew that they didn't need to do.
Exhaling, Remi checked on Elio before he went back to his room and grabbed his phone. As if on speed dial, he called Jaxon's phone.
A few seconds later when Jaxon's bubbly voice was heard, Remi frantically announced, "Jax, I just almost had sex with Marcelo."