Get Off Your Ath

No shit. Ten bucks say we aren’t going to see jack shit of the supplies gathered. 

Seems like you're the only one with some sense.

and why’s that?

Is anything really helpful these days?

I don’t care if you did.

Then why do you care about bringing attention to my irrelevant comment?

No one really cares about your opinion, Arroyo.

Did I ask for an audience?

It was hard to get over the way Marc handled the situation at hand. He was so insistent on getting things done, almost as if he were desperate. Rowan loved watching people hang on last options; it often involved people approaching the lowest point--something shameful that they had never imagined they'd ever do. During such matters, as much as it seemed out of character, it usually wasn't all that far from the truth.

Marcus flinched and shrugged away from the finger, putting some distance between them and Rowan. They were still sensitive, even though they’d healed. And he really didn’t want that memory resurfacing. He was silent for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. He knew who Rowan was talking about. He knew. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew. But Marc wasn’t about to admit it. Especially not to him. So, he decided to play the fool, keeping his mouth shut about his relationship with Leon. And besides, he knew Leon couldn’t do more than what he’d done. He couldn’t outright stop the punishment without harm to himself.

"If by business, you mean sex, I’m sure a lot of people could get C’s in your class," Marcus replied snarkily, rolling his eyes. He didn’t have the patience to sit and listen to Rowan insult him like this. But then again, there was the promise of food when it was all over. So, he’d stay here as long as he needed to, despite the verbal abuse.

It was a struggle to find a reason for why he was agreeing to have sex with his former student, but he eventually found light in some of it. Nothing fooled Rowan easily; after seeing the two chatting in the bar and Leo's blatant attempt at avoiding the male's name, the pieces were simple enough to put together. Having had sex with his colleague in the past, it was fun to think that he could conceivably distort the mold they had shaped together. With this knowledge, he was still left in wonder why Marcus wanted to have sex with him; possibly he was unhappy, but Arroyo had his doubts; Leo was fairly good under the sheets. Whatever it was, he was going to keep his eye on Marc, as he let the boy enjoy the ride.

Gag-worthy || Marcus & Rowan

Suspicion rose in his brow as he watched the kid undress. It was odd that he wanted to sleep with a teacher who had made most of his high school--even resent--days hard to live. Marc had trouble with any subject really and it was to Rowan's amusement to make it difficult for him. The raven was clever and had good senses, but he was dumb with everything else and thought he was fantastic at comebacks. He wasn't all that bad, but it wasn't Rowan's job to make him believe that. 

Why are you in my apartment??

Oh no, he’s really a killer? What a shocker.

I'm glad Wilson finally found a smart ass of his own. Perfect match.

Keep telling yourself that.

No. I think I'll respect that reserved spot for your boyfriend. I hear there's  a special spot for murderers and baby daddies.

You wish you could.

I don't.

Then you’re going to hell right along with me, right?

Sure. And it'd be my luck that I'd have to share a room with you.

You’re talking to me now. Do I have to go over this again? I’m not gonna sleep with you.

Excessive vanity and conceit are sins, Romero.