Marcel and Joseph.
Joseph and Marcel.
What can I say about my new roommates but that they make my head spin.
Polar opposites yet similar. Funny how the universe has a tendency of doing that right.
Marcel, talk dark broody, seemingly always frowning, that perfect mouth of his in a pout.
I’m sorry God, don’t strike me down and I know he’s gay but can I please just appreciate those lips of his.
Do you know what it is to have kissable lips.
Those lips that seem to shine and you just want to bite it as you kiss them.
I can’t even lie.
I have.
Yes I have fucking masturbated to the thoughts of them.
I know.
What the fuck Lee.
But hear me out.
I have been here approximately 18 days. And out of those 18 days I have seen these guys naked maybe 23, no not maybe exactly 23 times.
Because fucking hell, I mean, the walk out the bathroom like that. They leave their rooms to go to different rooms, stark naked.
Like fucking stark naked.
Joseph, Joseph God bless that blessed man, his appendage was not exaggerated in the painting. Okay a little but still enough for me to wonder… was he top or bottom?
Because if he was top… . Poor, poor Marcel's asshole.
I know.
I know, I’m a pervert.
But I thought of it.
God, did I think if it. Especially, since I’d heard them fucking on my way to my room.
I know what fucking sounds like okay.
I mean the one time I wouldn’t mind taking a peek, they had the doors closed.
But those moans and groans I heard through the door.
Jesus, it’s fire.
That’s when I dashed to my room and well… let’s just say, between my vibrator and those groans, I had a very satisfactory 15 minutes.
I was ashamed of it. I was.
But one if my thing is… fuck don’t judge, don’t. I have a thing for gay sex. It’s like. I don’t know.
I don’t have a dick so its not imagining its me it’s just… . Uuughhh it turns me on so fucking much.
It’s weird. I know.
But everybody has watched it okay. Don’t judge me. There’s just something about guys fucking.
My porn list is. Solo guys, gay on occasion and if I’m feeling especially horny… i’ll do a bi threesome.
There.
There, that’s my sex life.
Currently nonexistent except for bunny. My vibrator. It’s gotten me through sometimes. Even with dumbass Tyler.
Let me take a deep breath because I’d promised myself not to being up that asshole. I didn’t need that asshole. That asshole could lick my black ass.
Oh and I got the job at the hotel.
Receptionist.
And I was thinking of my next move.
Well not really.
I mean sooner or later, I should get off this island right?
I didn’t really want to.
There wasn’t really anything waiting for me back home. Except, snow, traffic and taxes.
Here, I was roommate to two hot guys.
Yes, yes I was shallow.
I saw beauty and caved.
Hello, the situation I got myself in.
I’m a sucker for beauty. Don’t know where I got it from, cause my mom wasn’t all that cute and my dad was alright.
I got their good genes and mom hated when I said that.
“I know I ain’t raise no vain hoe!”
I smiled. I did miss them. But not enough to go back. Not now.
“Okay I’m out!”
I rolled out my bed, feet against the cold ceramic floor. I opened my bedroom door and leaned over the railing to look down. “Bye Joseph! Good luck.”
The tall blond with his grey shirt unbuttoned revealing his smooth tan abs, looked up, his black raybans focused on me. He grinned his sparkly whites and waved.
“Thanks gorgeous. “ He picked up his guitar and headed out.
Feeling eyes on me. I turned to my right.
Marcel had a twizzler hanging from his mouth, arms crossed over his bare chest. He didn’t really wear much clothes, I’d picked on.
His shorts hung low as usual, zipped up but button seemingly never fastened. I already knew he never wore underwear. I was very much aware of the sprinkle of brown hair peeking from the top of his shorts.
He cocked his head to the side and stared from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
I moved unconsciously. Uuuggghhh there he goes again, staring at the feet.
He smirked, parted his lips slightly and leaned on the railing. He put his hand up and did a twirl with his index finger. I stared in confusion.
“What? “
He moved his index finger again in a circle. He pointed at me and did it again.
I put my hands up in confusion but turned for him.
Why? Why did he want that?
I came back again and faced him. To my surprise he winked at me and walked away. Just like that. No words as he went back to his bedroom.
Confused I went to my room, closed the door and stared at myself in the mirror.
My grey tank top and white booty shorts. I looked at my ass. I mean that shit looked good, but… that can’t be it.
Was he saying I looked good?
I relaxed and smiled.
When a gay guy, complimented you. It was the real deal.
But…it had felt…
I shook my head.
“uh, huh Lee, there you go.” I talked to myself in the mirror. “Making mountains out of anthills.” I shrugged it off. “It’s nothing.”
**
I sat in my room.
They were fighting.
It was weird.
Their voices were too low for me to make out the words. Neither did I want to open the door and get caught being noisy.
I know couples fought. It was healthy, but what where they arguing about.
“Marcel!”
This time I did move from my bed and opened my bedroom door.
The front door slammed shut. Joseph was halfway down the stairs, looking at the front door in distraught.
“Is everything okay?” I whispered hesitantly stepping out.
Joseph looked up and chuckled sadly. “He’s a fucking lunatic you know. So moody.” He looked sadly at the front door. “Fucking artists.”
I wanted to smile because technically he was one too, wasn’t he?
He lifted his head up. “Wanna drink?”
I nodded. “I would love a drink.”
**
How we went from a glass to two, and then three bottles was beyond me.
Joseph was amazing and hilarious.
“Don’t break my heart! My achey-breaky heart!” we yelled into each others faces.
“Closed off from love, I didn’t need the pain.”
“This is my song!” Joseph turned around and grabbed the bottle of wine. I clapped drunkenly.
“But something happened, for the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground, found something true
And everyone's looking round, thinking I'm going crazy.”
Joseph caressed my face and handed me the other empty bottle if wine.
“But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you. “
We sang to each other loudly.
“They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth.”
Joseph took my hand and twirled me out.
“My heart's crippled by the vein, that I keep on closing. “
We came closer, our hands entwined.
“You cut me open and I…”
We got close to each other’s face grinning stupidly.
“Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love.”
I laughed as he hugged me tight and we danced around the living room.
Stopping abruptly to Marcel’s stoic face by the entryway.
Joseph bumped into me and we cleared our throats as he quickly rushed to the music stand. He turned off the speakers and smiled brightly at the brooding man in front of us.
“You’re back.” He cleared his throat once more.
I shifted my eyes from him to Marcel and back again.
What was this energy? What was this energy? I shifted on one foot nervously.
Marcel moved past us and picked up the remote.
“But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth.”
He turned and left the room silently, leaving the music playing in the background.
Joseph sighed and turned the music off again.
“Is he okay?” I whispered scooting over to the tall blonde.
Joseph exhaled loudly.” He gets like that sometimes. It’s just the way he is.” He put his arm around my shoulder. “But I’m so fucking happy you’re here.”
I smiled as I stared into those gorgeous blue eyes. I was a sucker for hazel but blue could be appreciated. And I appreciated Joseph’s. We stared a moment longer and my heart jumped.
What the fuck?
Was that a moment?
Did we just have a moment?
“Come over gorgeous. We’re not gonna let him put a damper on our parade.” Joseph slurred. “One more song.”
“One more song! “ I encouraged happily.
**
God was it easy to like Joseph.
So, so easy, that I fear I was developing a crush.
His demeanor, his laugh, his style, he was just so fucking cool and the best thing to be around.
Marcel…
Jesus where do I start with Marcel, without coming off like----
He confused me.
But like… . Sexually.
I wanted him to fuck me raw in the back seat of a van, yet knew he couldn’t possibly fuck me raw in the back seat of a van.
But…
Like hear me out…
There’s this thing he does with his eyes. It’s creepy, like… fuck me creepy, where he stares and it’s as if he knows what your fantasys are.
And I’m not, God I’m not saying this is a thing. I’m not, cross my heart. I know it doesn’t mean anything, but…I just….i feel like the gazes on my ass or chest or whenever I catch him staring are like…..like a.. A… straight guy.
You guys know what I’m talking about.
That appreciative glance, they give letting you know they’ll hit that.
I mean I know it’s impossible.
Of course it’s impossible.
He’s gay.
Besides he has the hottest boyfriend, I’ve ever seen. Reckon they argue a bit. I mean. Fuck.
Marcel is bossy! He is like my way, this way not your way.
And Joseph is always like come on we always do it your way and keep going until he literally wears Marcel down and that’s the only way he wins fights. It’s insane.
And now they’ve turned to me as mediator.
If I took Joseph’s side. I received the deadliest stare.
If I took Marcel's side, I got sad puppy eyes that tore at my soul.
I might be reading too much into this, or maybe way over my head but let me just… okay… I’m just. Alright, just… I just need to know for my own sanity. I have to go over this again. I’m most definitely overreacting.
I have a tendency to listen to reggaeton as I shower. I have no idea where it came from. It’s not in my blood, didn’t even grow up with it. Just have an affinity to lather my body with Nicky Jam blasting in the background.
I didn’t hear the door to my bedroom, nor the door to the bathroom, but I felt the cold air from the shower curtains being yanked back.
“You have a visitor.”
It was the shock, that I didn’t scream. I just started at him in confusion and he spoke so calmly as if he wasn’t staring at me with a washcloth halfway down my stomach.
“He won’t leave.” Marcel shrugged, his gaze drifting lower.
I don’t know if it was him speaking again, or his blatant staring.
“Marcel!” I grabbed the shower curtains and yanked it back.
“What?”
He had the gall to act confused.
“Get out! Oh my God get out!”
“But there’s----”
“OUT!” I don’t know why I hugged myself in the shower as I screamed. My heart pounding. I had to look down to double check that I was actually naked. I groaned and quickly rinsed off.
What the hell just happened?
What just happened?
It was an accident.
It’s okay.
He didn’t mean it.
It didn’t mean anything.
He’s gay.
He’s gay.
Probably more disgusted than anything else.
I groaned as I quickly yanked on a shirt and some shorts. No underwear. No bra. No time to even lotion up. I rushed downstairs.
“Yeah man, she’s showering.” Marcel shrugged. “I don’t know how many times you want me to say it. I don’t know. She takes long showers. Try again tomorrow.”
I slapped his back and he lifted his head and turned around. He looked me up and down and shrugged as he opened the door wider.
I stepped out.
“Hey baby.”
I groaned at the guy with the flowers. I shook my head. “What the fuck---”
“I’m sorry. “ Tyler out his hand out apologetically. “I am sorry, I am so, so, God, Lee… . I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He extended the flowers and cried. “I was fucked in the head, I was so fucked in the head. I was high as shit. “
My mouth dropped. “It’s been a fucking month!”
Marcel sucked his teeth and shook his head. “A fucking month.”
Tyler and I looked at him, surprised he was still there.
Marcel grinned back widely and posted himself comfortably against the door, arms across his bare chest.
Tyler turned back to me. “Look Lee----”
“No.” I put my hand up. “No, look Lee nothing okay. I’m done. This!” I pointed back and forth between us. “This is done.” I stepped forward and angrily snatched his flowers. “So take your sorry cheating ass somewhere else Tyler Crenshaw!” I threw the flowers to the ground and stomped on them.
Marcel arched an eyebrow and turned to Tyler in amusement. “Ouch, you heard the lady lover boy.” He cocked his head to the side.
“And who the fuck are you?” Tyler asked narrowing those adorable baby blues of his at Marcel.
Marcel grinned and smacked my ass, causing me jump up. “Tell him…”
“Uh…”
“Come…on baby, don’t be shy…” He put his arm around me, his head lowered as he seemed to talk to my lips. “You might as well tell him, he’s here now.”
I was nudged into his side and completely caught off guard.
I mean for a second, a split second. I wasn’t that slow. I could catch up.
I smirked and lifted my head proudly. “I’ve moved on Tyler.” I shrugged.
Marcel’s hand slid up my shirt. Warm fingers on my still somewhat damp skin as he kissed my neck.
What the-----oh those lips. As soft as I imagined.
No, no, this didn’t mean anything. Nothing.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tyler asked. Arms wide.
I shrugged and wrapped my arms around Marcel’s waist. “Oh come on Tyler, it’s island life. Shit happens.”
Marcel opened his mouth wide mockingly at Tyler and moved us back slamming the door in my ex-boyfriend’s face.
“Lee!”
I released Marcel and sighed as I leaned against the closed door. “Thanks… “ I put my hand over my heart giddly. “That look, that look on his face is everything.”
Marcel smirked as he put both arms out, seemingly caging me with his body. “You’re welcome.” He leaned closer, his head tilted slightly as he moved his body closer.
“Uhm… . “ I whispered. His thighs brushed mine, chest together, my nipples betraying me as it strained against my shirt.
“Uhm…” I slowly moved my head but he followed. I averted my eyes at the smirk on his face.
What was going on?
Why was he still here?
What were we doing?
I moved he moved.
His head dangerously close.
My heart raced.
Was he trying to----kiss me?
His nose brushed mine. He was so tall, he lowered his head again, I moved and his lips brushed my chin.
Was that a chuckle?
Was he playing with me?
This time I felt him press his hip purposefully into me. I knew he was staring but I was doing my darnest to avoid eye contact.
I tried to move and he blocked me.
Wait this was serious----
I moved my face just as his lips brushed the corner of my lips.
I wanted to kiss him.
Fuck.
“Marcel.”
I saw the smile on his face as his lips hovered above mine. We made eye contact, and I could not forget the mischief glance I saw.
“Laisse la.”
Marcel slowly straightened up and dropped his arms from caging me in.
Marcel turned his head to the stairway.
I took a deep breath and turned to Joseph’s voice that had saved me from all the embarrassment in the world from so desperately wanting to kiss Marcel.
I blinked. The two guys were in silent communication as they stared up at each other.
What the hell was going on?
Marcel shrugged and stepped back, walking away casually as if he hadn’t just been pushing on me a couple seconds ago.
I started guiltily at Joseph. Did he suspect something? No of course that was absurd. What? Why was my heart pounding.
“You okay?” He asked with concern.
I nodded. “Yeah, yeah…” I laughed stupidly and waved it off. “Marcel just saved me from looking dumb in front of my ex.” I added unnecessarily And rubbed my arm. “I uh… I’m going to go upstairs.” I rushed upstairs and smiled brightly at Joseph as I passed him. I turned and took a deep breath to compose myself.
Get yourself together Lee.
**
They’d been talking about me. I know. Cause I walked in on the last part.
“… playing.”
“You made her uncomfortable.”
“Hey.” I stepped into the kitchen cautiously.
“Lee!” Joseph beamed as he turned around. “We’re making margaritas just because, do you want a just because margarita?” He asked putting his arm around my shoulder.
I laughed. “I would love a just because margarita.”
We both sat at the bar and waited on Marcel. Who was in fact the bartender.
I tried to compose myself.
But we made eye contact and all I saw was him kissing my neck and the almost kiss against the door. I looked down.
Joseph darted his eyes between us two. He glared at Marcel who scowled at him. Joseph widened his eyes and motioned his head to the side.
I looked up and Joseph moved quickly and grinned. “I love your hair.”
I giggled as I touched my curls. I can’t lie, them spiral curls were juicy. From the corner of my eye, I saw Joseph throw a lime at Marcel. I turned and he quickly put his hand down and smiled at me.
Okay… what was going on?
Marcel groaned and mumbled something neither of us caught.
“I’m sorry, what, I don’t think she heard you.” Joseph said loudly.
Marcel stared at him and rolled his eyes. He turned and placed the margarita in front of me. “Sorry, if I made you feel awkward.” He spoke in the least sorry tone a person could produce.
I shook my head. “You didn’t.” I laughed. “It wasn’t awkward. “ I shrugged. “I know you’re gay. You were just playing. That’s cool.”
Marcel dropped a lime in my drink. “I’m not gay.”He smirked.
I stared at him in confusion.
I turned to Joseph who was stirring his margarita not offering any explanation.
“Happy?” he asked Joseph.
“Thrilled.” Was the response from the tall blonde.
Marcel grinned and leaned over the counter and kissed him deeply.
Of course Lee, don’t be stupid. They’re probably one of those people who don’t do labels you idiot. Stop going around calling people gay. Aren’t you more cultured than that?
Marcel tilted Joseph’s head as the latter moaned into the kiss.
My eyes widened as I drank my margarita.
I blinked rapidly.
Shit this was good.
I brought it back to my mouth. I swear it was my attention to give them privacy but you know… you know me and my lil gay porn. Like guys liked seeing two hot girls kiss. I like seeing two hot guys kiss.
I tried to be discreet as I turned to them kissing. Marcel’s hand securing Joseph’s head as his tongue slipped into his mouth. It was erotic, that’s true but it was the fact that Marcel’s eyes were wide open watching me, that made my heart jolt.
And then he did that insufferable slow wink of his before finishing the kiss with his boyfriend.
I was shocked.
Turned on.
And highly offended all at the same time.
Who did he take me for?
I was NOT a Homewrecker and would never even… . Why was I getting so worked up for… he's… . … gay? No label.
“Liked that didn’t you.” Marcel smiled mischievously as he slid his way across the bar.
I blinked unaware that they were both looking at me. I shrugged nonchalant and laughed, waving it off. “You two already know you’re hot, so yeah whatever, it was cute.”
Joseph chuckled and drank his margarita.
Marcel grinned. He reached out and took one of my curls in his fingers and curled it. He leaned close. “What’s that body wash you were using today?”
I inhaled sharply, momentarily having forgotten he’d seen me butt naked in the shower.
“Marcel…”
Marcel chuckled and released my curl. He brought his margarita to his lips. He turned to Joseph.
“Joseph…”
The blonde sat back. “Behave…”
Marcel ran his fingers through his loose curls and exhaled loudly, clearly exaggerating. He picked up his margarita and walked out the room without another word.
I watched him go and turned to Joseph’s eyes on me.
He smiled.
So I smiled back. But something was… . . Weird.
“Look Lee… “ He reached out and touched my knee.
I leaned in closer to him.
“If Marcel gets out of line… just… Stop him at any time. Seriously stop him.”
I shrugged in confusion. “It’s fine he hasn’t, he hasn’t really… Nope hasn’t really done anything to warrant…I don’t know. “ I shrugged again.
Joseph looked me over with a small smile. He shook his head and chuckled as he picked up his margarita and raised it up to cheer. “He will.” He mumbled.