“Hey.” 

“Hm.” Marcel heard Scotty push the door open to enter his recording room, but his eyes were trained on the Mario Kart track he was driving on. Or trying to; Nogla had been a royal pain in his ass for the entire recording session, making Moo and Brian snicker far too often with his stupid trolling. He knew that his screaming and insults tended to raise their view counts, which is probably why they egged Nogla on. But no matter how many times he tried to remember that ignoring Nogla was the best way to get him to move onto a new victim, seeing his kart crash into another wall because of Nogla’s fucking banana-

“Hey.” The low baritone of the word caught more of Marcel’s interest. Scotty tended to have a lighter voice, one with optimism and spunk that could make any frown dissapear on Marcel’s face. This one was different, familiar but…

Too curious to deny himself, Marcle glanced over to his boyfriend, his mouth drying at the sight.

“Fuck.” Scotty’s grin was wide while he dropped the towel (which Marcel was sure once covered his very naked body) on the ground, proudly pressing his hands on his hips. Marcel’s fingers lost their grip on his controller, but the slamming on the plastic onto the floor was background noise to his racing blood thumping against his eardrums. The curl of long fingers around smooth, pale skin had Marcel pushing out of his chair in seconds, swallowing Scotty’s laugh with a heated kiss. A warm grasp in his hair made him sink deeper into the kiss, devouring the Cheshire smile while guiding Scotty backwards to their bedroom. 

“Eager?” Scotty breathed into his mouth, though his flushed cheeks proved the kiss had been just as intense for him. He practically jumped onto the bed without Marcel’s guidance, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to make him follow. Marcel rolled his eyes with little irritation, too busy sliding his hands along the outside of Scotty’s bare thighs to be actually annoyed.

“You knew I was recording.”

“Yup.” The pop at the end of the sentence and the gleam of pride in the blue gaze staring up from their pillows was proof that Scotty was in a mischievous mood. “That’s the whole point of the challenge.”

“You got this off the internet, didn’t you?” Marcel’s mouth pressed the words against Scotty’s jaw, snuggling his hips between the parted thighs. He felt Scotty’s head tilt back on the bed, and he didn’t need to look up to know the rumble under his chest was from a pleased purr.

“Mini sent it; said Tyler dropped a cup of scotch on his crotch when he did it.” 

“Jesus, Scotty sometimes-”

“Yes, snookums?” The syrupy sweet tone surrounding the pet name meant Scotty felt he’d won whatever battle he was planning to wage. A quirk of a smirk caught Marcel’s lips, and he took a slow breath to think through his next verbal attack. 

“Sometimes I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up.” The romantic facade was also very true; Scotty was too beautiful to keep to himself. His laugh, his smile, the color of his eyes and the beautiful tint of his hair in the sunlight were perfect. He loved to show off his boyfriend, especially when it made the normally shyer one blush and bury his face into Marcel’s neck. But there were nights where letting Scotty leave their bed was the last thing on his mind. Squeezing the warm flesh against his palms, Marcel slipped away from the alluring curve of Scotty’s jaw to whisper the next words against his ear. “But I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

“Ma-Marcel…” Gone was the snark and glee of victory in Scotty’s voice, Marcel feeling the shiver run through the body beneath him. 

“Yes, dear?” He pressed his grin into Scotty’s neck, reveling in the reversed roles. Scotty had been the one to start their play, to get the head start while Marcel sat stunned at the starting line.