You Want Me Now

Marcus blushed darkly at Christian's confession. He didn't think anyone would want him. He could feel his eyes widen slightly in surprise but he didn't pull away. "Why?" he asked him softly. He didn't understand how Christian could want him. He was nothing special and if anything, he was annoying. He was too needy, well thats what his uncle had said to him two Christmas's ago. Now he doesn't bother going to the family party since he's not wanted there.
 
Christian smiled, shaking his head. "You value yourself too little." He ran his fingers through Marcus' hair with his free hand. "You're kind, patient, and the list goes on and on. I mean, you took care of me for the longest time." He paused and took in a breath before speaking, slightly nervous. "So, what do you say?...Be mine?"
 
Marcus blushed darkly and looked at his lap. "I... I'd like that..." he said softly looking up at Christian. He looked a little nervous but he wasn't scared of being Christian's he was nervous that Christian won't want him later on.
 
"Perfect." Christian leaned forward to kiss Marcus again, reluctantly pulling away after a moment. "Would you like to go out soon?" he sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall and checking the time. "We can go whenever as I'm the one setting it up."
 
Marcus was blushing brightly as Christian kissed him and then pulled away. He looked at Christian with his gentle eyes and then looked at his hands. "I don't know... its all up to you.... I usually don't go out unless I have to," he said truthfully, his voice always gentle and soft.
 
"Ah, alright," Christian quickly pulled out his phone and sent a text, then slid it back in his pocket. "Let's get ourselves ready." He stood up, then looked to Marcus, a playful smirk on his lips. "Let's shower together," He joked, "Now, now. Only kidding."
 
Marcus blushed once again and looked at him with shock, bu when Christian said he was joking he relaxed slightly. "You just enjoy making me blush don't you?" he said to him softly looking at Christian. He got up and nodded his head. "What should I wear?" he asked softly. He didn't know where they were going but he didn't want to look out of place while there.
 
Christian nuzzled his face in Marcus' hair. "It's not my fault you're terribly cute when you blush. I can't help myself." He chuckled and winked teasingly, "The offer's always open though." Thinking on his next question for a moment, Christian shrugged and shook his head. "Wear whatever you like. It's only going to be the two of us, so I won't put a dress code on you. Though you may want something more on the comfortable side."
 
Marcus rolled his eyes at Christian and blushed when he felt Christian snuggling his hair. Marcus nodded his head to Christian's answer and headed to the room he had been given to use. He looked through his clothes and found his favorite jeans, onyx skinny jeans. He set them out, along with his boxers and his shirt, a simple long sleeved turtle neck that was a dark grey.
 
Christian was soon finished readying himself; he was dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks with his hair spiked as usual for him. Unsure if Marcus himself was finished getting dressed and all, he knocked on the bedroom door and waited patiently.
 
Marcus was pulling on his jeans and went to the door and opened it, holding his shirt in his hand. "I'm almost done," he said softly. He was thin, extremely so and it was sad to see him like this.
 
Christian couldn't help himself, he reached out and ran his fingers along Marcus' chest. He even felt fragile. "I'm glad you're eating again. Go ahead and finish getting ready." He dropped his hand and leaned on the doorway, glancing away.
 
Marcus shivered slightly when Christian ran his hands along his chest. He nodded his head and pulled on his shirt and then put his shoes on. His hair always dried straight so he just tied it back and then grabbed his coat. He went to the door and tapped Christian's shoulder. "I'm ready to go," he said softly, holding his coat in his arms.
 
Christian laced their fingers together and lead Marcus to the elevator. He let go of Marcus' hand and instead placed a hand on his lower back. He looked down at him, a soft smile on his lips as he kissed the top of Marcus' head. "If you don't enjoy dancing, you let me know. I'll find someplace else for us to go."
 
Marcus blushed as he felt Christian's hand on his lower back. He nodded his head up at Christian, offering him a soft smile.
 
Christian soon led him out into his car and had his driver take them to a fairly large building. He quickly escorted him inside to a spacious ball room where it was just the two of them. He tilted Marcus' head up with his finger, smiling slightly. "I do hope this is fine. Ready, love?"
 
Marcus looked around at the ballroom with wide eyes. "Wow... this place is big..." he said softly to Christian. He looked back at Christian and offered him a smile. It was small and it fit his face better then his normal blank face. He looked happy, nervous and excited all at once and he was eager to learn how to dance. "So... how do you dance?" he asked Christian softly.
 
"You have a very nice smile, you should do that more often." At his question, Christian guided both of Marcus' hands to rest on his shoulders and brought his to the others waist to rest at his hips. "This is easiest to start with I believe." He offered him a smile as he began to sway slightly, leading Marcus. "If you'd like, you can stand on my feet until you get the hang of it." Soft music began to fill the room, Christian's personal assistant (was the driver) starting the music player before taking his leave to wait outside.
 
Marcus blushed at the compliment but he let Christian guide his hands and he could feel Christian's hands on his waist. It made him very conscious to how close Christian was to him and how warm his hands felt on his hips. He listened to the music and offered Christian another soft smile, swaying with him. When Christian said it might be better if he stood on Christian's shoes. Marcus looked at him oddly before he pulled away.He took off his shoes so he was in his socks and then he went back to Christian, standing on his feet. He weighed almost nothing so he didn't put too much pressure on Christian's feet. He finally looked up at Christian and blushed again, at how close their faces were.
 
When Marcus stood on his feet Christian was once again reminded of how light the boy was and couldn't have been more glad that he had eaten a proper meal that day. He smirked slightly at the blush coloring his cheeks, leaning his head forward to gently press his forehead against Marcus'. He moved slowly throughout the room, spinning occasionally, holding onto Marcus securely so he wouldn't slip or fall off his shoes. Christian sighed softly, unable to help himself as he brought his lips to Marcus' in a kiss and waited to see how he would react to it.
 
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