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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 11:48 pm
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 Marcel leaned back into the seat to get comfy as he looked over at Virgil and rolled his eyes a bit at the others joke. He grinned a small bit and shook his head at the other man "I don't think I could get rid of you even if I wanted too" he chuckled a little bit "I just figured it might be nice to stretch the paws out or some s**t like that, besides you're the cutest dog ever when you glare at me in that form" Marcel would add quite a bit of emphasis on the word 'dog' just to tease the other man a bit more about his canine heritage. Although he was serious though, the man was downright sexy as a human and downright adorable when he was in his wolf form. Thinking back on the first time Virgil transformed in front of him he was only scared because he had never experienced something so extreme before but the memory of how he froze in place when Marcel wanted to test the waters. It was admittingly very cute. He knew that having a fond memory of something as ******** up as that night wasn't normal but Marcel wasn't a normal or even fully sane man himself, for ******** sake he was in a relationship with a Werewolf and he wouldn't have it any other way. The Hispanic would blink a bit in surprise when Virgil thanked him seemingly out of nowhere but still Marcel gave a small smile and shook his head "You're...an amazing guy Virgil despite what you may think about yourself" he wanted to say more but once again the Hispanic man struggled to put what he felt into words and as they drove it finally came to him "You're worth everything to me, good and bad" he was a bit proud of himself for finally being able to at least say how he was feeling even a little bit, normally he struggled quite a bit but maybe he was getting a little bit better at it. Finally they would pull into the general store and Marcel thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders "I can go in with you, it would speed everything along" the Veteran stated, handing the phone back to Virgil "We can't get any perishables though Querido, we don't have a cooler...unless you buy one along with a bag of ice" with that he would hop out and walk into the general store with Virgil before branching off to the snack aisle, grabbing a basket along the way. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2019 3:31 am
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 The sentiment that Marcel was taking the health of his lupine half into consideration was somewhat ruined by his teasing. Being called a dog, teasing or not, had Virgil pouting even though it was mostly for show. Maybe he needed to stop degrading himself and start acting more like the regal beast he turned into although he had no idea on how to begin doing that. Regal and sophisticated really weren’t in his dictionary. Marcel’s influence might help him smooth out all of those rough edges he had, but he would always be a mutt at heart. Something he always kind of laughed at about himself, that his mixed heritage made him a mongrel by society’s standards long before Mathew had bitten him and changed his life forever. It was his ill luck that he seemed to be busy doing something most of the time when his partner managed to grace his ears with something sweet and unexpected. The compliment made his heartbeat speed up a bit with the excitement it stirred in him to know the veteran thought he was an amazing person. His ego and self-worth were pretty much in the trash at this point in his life, but hearing such a thing helped more than he had ever thought it was. For once, the negativity in him didn’t rear its ugly head to argue that he wasn’t telling the truth. He believed him without a second thought on the matter. His one-handed grasp around the steering wheel tightened while Marcel managed to tell him how he felt. Such rare words should be treasured, and they would be, but he couldn’t truly bask in the moment as he wanted to. Couldn’t crawl into his lap and melt or at least glomp him and never let go! It was frustrating to say the least! Later though. Virgil smirked to himself a bit. Yeah, he would be able to find a proper outlet for all the joy the other man stirred in him once they got to their destination and were finished with everything. He put his phone away while he shot a slightly confused look out the back window to the ice chest in the bed of his truck. ”Uhm, babe? I already have one of those.” He chuckled as he got out and shut the door. He did need a place to keep his juice cold and stash his alcohol while he was on the road, after all. Though getting more ice was a good idea. He’d paid extra for one that would keep ice for several days, but it was no doubt time to start with a fresh supply.
After entering the building, the male stopped short to get his bearings. The place had a lot more to offer than he originally thought and he had no clue where he needed to go. Taking the direction Marcel headed off as the way to the food, he grabbed a basket and headed off in the opposite to do some exploring. Clothing. Pharmacy. Pet supplies...wait. Virgil paused as something at the end of an aisle caught his attention. A smoked beef femur with meat still on the bone. It looked...really delicious. ******** him. He lingered there for a few more minutes as he debated, eventually reaching out for one before he snatched his hand back. Goddamnit, no! Marcel will never let me hear the end of it. Huffing, he quickly turned to leave and nearly knocked over an elderly woman in the process. ”Sorry, ma’am.” After making a quick assessment that she was okay, he quickly got the hell out of the area. Where in the hell had she even come from?! His face turned scarlet as he realized how much of a freak he had probably come off as. Collar and that Release the Beast t-shirt and just about drooling over bones? No doubt it didn’t make a flattering image. Dying of embarrassment, he almost walked right past the paint section though the various bright colors managed to alert him that he was close. Walking past a couple more aisles, he turned down one and found what he needed. Kind of. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t have any actual wood, but he would be able to repair some of the damage with sandpaper and wood filler. To at least make it less of an eyesore. The items were placed in his basket and he went to find their meeting spot, which was a lot easier to find than the hardware. He made a few more stops along the way, deciding to pick up the stuff to make s’mores. It was close to being a comfort food for him and it felt criminal to pass up the opportunity despite the warm weather. ”Hey.” Virgil grunted out as he came to stand at his side, briefly eyeing the things in his basket. Even the most normal and mundane stuff could provide insight and information about a person and, needless to say, he was all too willing to learn anything about his boyfriend. ”Should we do hotdogs? Sandwiches?” His eyes scanned the selection. Sausage seemed out of the question with his busted lip. Salty and usually spicy in some way. ”Gotta small grill an’ ah skillet so it’s not like we can’t cook while we’re out in th’ sticks…” He started to slowly move to look at more of the meat. ”I’d offer t’make steak but I doubt you’d like th’ way I cook mine an’ I never really tried ah different way so it could turn out pretty bad.” As Marcel had guessed it, his steak was pretty undercooked with some salt added. Plain and simple to his carnivore tastes!
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2019 4:14 am
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Marcel stood there eyeing all the different cuts they had as well as sausage links that were all in the refrigerated box. Oh what to get, he knew that taking his lip injury into consideration was important but dammit all he wanted to get something tasty. Trying to down an unsalted egg was probably the worst thing he'd never do again and Marcel refused to ever eat anything bland ever again as long as he had the choice. But then there were the deli meats and sandwiches were easy enough to make he supposed but so boring. Once he heard Virgil approach him from behind Marcel would turn his head and nodded to the other man in acknowledgement "Hola querido, ¿qué te parecen esas salchichas grandes y gruesas? Mirando sabroso?" he spoke his native tongue with an extremely amused grin on his face as he glanced over the counter for a moment and saw a woman behind the counter staring at him before snickering at him and Marcel would blink, chuckling a little bit. It appeared that he was caught. Thankfully she just went about her work instead of piping up, as long as Virgil was in the dark it was all good. He would contemplate the other man's question as he thought about what they had to work with. But when Virgil mentioned steak his eyes went over to two juicy, thick prime cuts of meat. Of course the Hispanic rolled his eyes a little bit at Virgil and shook his head "Wait, let me guess. Raw and bloody?" he called Virgil's style of cooking out with an amused look on his face "Querido it's literally as simple as cooking it a bit longer than just a few seconds, I'm sure it'll be fine" with that in mind he raised a hand to get the butchers attention "Both of those prime cuts please? Thanks!" he grinned as both cuts of meat were bagged, weighed, and priced. Pricey as hell considering it was just a camping trip but he decided to splurge a little bit on this trip, it was his first time legitimately camping after all. Once they were in his hands he would turn to Virgil with a smirk on his lips as he casually strolled past an old lady who was just now approaching the meat counter "Morning Ma'am" Marcel nodded politely to the older lady who smiled at him before pausing and gave Virgil a funny look before then going between the two men with a raised eyebrow as she eyed the larger man's collar. This was all missed by Marcel however as he had already turned to walk away to the check lanes. He unfortunately missed the older lady's comment about the "Kinky youth of today" as she so eloquently put it "Querido is there anything else we need before we leave?" he would ask, beginning to scan his items at the self checkout. (Translation: " ERROR" = "Hola querido, ¿qué te parecen esas salchichas grandes y gruesas? Mirando sabroso?" ) |
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2019 8:33 am
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Of course, the poor b*****d was in the dark and probably always would be. Virgil was quite perplexed by the smooth string of Spanish although he managed to give him the best unamused look he could muster. It didn’t help him feel any better about his ignorance of the language when he caught the girl behind the counter snickering, assuming that she might have understood him. He smirked at him when his method of cooking steak was called out. ”Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it...an’ ya sound pretty cocky for ah man that didn’t know how long t’boil eggs for.” He would playfully remind him. Still, he knew the younger man had a point, cooking time would make a big difference. As long as he didn’t want his meat marinated or anything, they should be able to cook something pretty decent between the two of them. He came close to protesting when he ordered the cuts of meat, but he managed to hold his tongue in the end. It seemed that letting him occasionally pay for his meals was something he was going to have to get used to. It was something couples did, after all, wasn’t it? Eh, he had no idea. He turned to follow him only to stop when the elderly woman took it upon herself to invade his personal, causing him to back up with a faint growl of warning. The little old bitty needed to mind her own business! Grumbling to himself, Virgil went to get some disposable plates and forks along with a bag of ice before he caught up with him at the registers. He shook his head, rather glad he had managed to remember the few things he had wanted to buy. ”Nah...I think we’re good.” He’d scan the items he had picked up and paid, nodding his head toward the door in an explanation that he was going ahead before he headed out the automated doors. Back at his truck, Virgil set the bags into the back and tied them shut before he moved to lower his tailgate. His ice chest was unlocked and opened, the two jars of moonshine and of bottles of scotch and Jagermeister being removed so he could dump out water and what remained of the ice. His small collection of alcohol would be returned to its home after the new bag was poured in. Leaving the lid open for Marcel, he went to go sit in the driver's seat.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2019 12:26 pm
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Marcel could swear he felt the tips of his ears warming when Virgil had the audacity to call out his lack of experience with what was probably the easiest thing to cook ever. So what if he wasn't exactly very functional as an adult!? He tried his best dammit and that deserved some credit! It was the Hispanic's turn to pout a bit, all the way up to the registers in fact! When he finally got over it and asked Virgil about anything else he would nod his head in agreement and began scanning each item he had grabbed and sighed a bit at the end price, expensive as he thought but the steaks were well worth it. He would pull out a credit card and swiped it, paying for their items and bagging each one. Once he was done the Veteran would follow in Virgil's footsteps to the back of the truck where he would climb into the back and foraged around in one of them until he produced the nicely wrapped steaks and placed them in the cooler with Virgil's nice liquor collection. He smirked and laughed a little bit at the sight, maneuvering a few things around before opening the case of iced tea and putting each of the bottles in before closing up the lid nice and tight. He would nod his head in approval before grabbing a bag of beef jerky and tearing it open and taking a small chunk and popped it into his mouth as he closed the tailgate and climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, reaching into the bag to pull out a piece of the jerky and held it out for Virgil in case he wanted a piece "I think we're good, let's get a move on!" the bags were all safely tucked away in the back and he was ready for this! It was still funny, he had spent time in deserts and jungles for so many years of his life but yet he had never truly gone camping just for recreation. One would think that an activity like this wouldn't appeal to Marcel considering what he'd dealt with and his own experiences with Nature but at the end of the day he chose to not let those things bother him. Why should he? He knew this wasn't a battleground and even more so he was with the man he loved, there was no way he couldn't not enjoy this. With that thought once they were out on the road Marcel would stretch out a bit once again and leaned back to relax like earlier. However he would reach down to the radio and flicked it to life as some really hick sounding country music began to play, causing the Hispanic to roll his eyes "Why is it people like country music!? It all sounds the goddamn same!" his distaste for the really intense guitar strumming coupled with the almost obnoxiously faked southern accent drove him up a wall. Instead he changed the radio to a classic rock station and shrugged his shoulders a bit, this would have to do he supposed. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2019 11:57 pm
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Virgil started his vehicle and backed out of the parking spot as soon as the other man was safely inside the cab. Seemingly unable to act like a normal person for once in his life, he leaned over to take the piece of jerky from Marcel with his teeth, winking at him as he did. He made some happy sound as he sucked it his mouth, letting the small piece of dried meat sit on his tongue so he could savor it. He had forgotten how good beef jerky was, which was almost criminal since it was more or less his favorite snack at one point in his life. He made a mental note to save some deer meat the next time he went hunting so he could make some. It was a bit gamier than beef, but it was still tasty. Though it wasn’t as if he was all that picky when it came to his beloved meats. The wolfish male finally chewed and swallowed the treat as Marcel started to complain about country music, figuring he should at least try to defend one of his favorite genres. ”Aw, c’mon. It ain’t that bad.” He grinned a bit over at him. ”Well, I reckon most modern country is trash but th’ old stuff is good.” The Hispanic should consider himself lucky that the truck was too old to even have a CD player in it or else he would have subjected him to some of the old classic country. As it was, his music collection was all on his phone. Driving above the speed limit as he usually did, it wouldn’t take them long to get out of town limits and out onto the open roads.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2019 5:01 am
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Virgil had to admit the Spanish way of making coffee did sound like it would lead to an enjoyable cup of brew although it did seem like a lot of work to him as well. As long as the coffee itself was strong and wasn't scorched, the man didn't care overly much about the process behind making it. Nor did he particularly care to have his loaded down with sugar, creamer, or any kind of flavoring. Irish coffee aside since whiskey was the one "flavoring" he didn't have a problem with. Another hashbrown was taken and nibbled on as he began to drive again. The peck on the cheek left him smiling. Virgil had no idea why he deserved it, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. "Ya mean ya actually know how t'text an' everythin'? I kinda don't believe ya, what did it say?" He couldn't help but tease him. Given the old school phone Marcel used to have a couple of days ago, he would have thought figuring out how to send texts on the new one might be hard. Not that it mattered in the end. What did was how delighted the father was after getting a message from his boy. There probably weren't a whole lot of teenagers out there who were interested in texting with their parents, but the fact Dante had taken the time to reach out to his dad after their conversation helped his already good opinion of him improve. Already thinking of someone in a positive light without meeting them face to face was nearly unheard of for the cynical man to do but he already was about the veteran's son. His heart swelled with a certain pride as the bottle of sherry was snatched and praised although seeing how it seemed to add onto Marcel's joy was really what did it for him. If he'd had even the slightest inkling it would make Marcel this ecstatic then he would have gone out to find a bottle long before now. "I might be as old as th' hills but my memory hasn't gone t's**t yet." His memory wasn't so good he could retain all the details about everything he was told wasn't completely possible but he could recall the important ones or at least those that seemed important. It wasn't very big but one of those rare genuine smiles made its place at home on his lips. Marcel's idea sounded perfect as it ever did and he certainly couldn't complain about the prospect of drinking with him while chilling on the couch in the comforts of their own home. "Let's get our asses home an' get this party started." Grinning, Virgil sped off for the apartment complex.
While obeying the speed limit was something he rarely did, he rarely sped as recklessly as Marcel did. This time, however, was an exception and the truck practically flew down the highway. Getting their mini-vavaction started as soon as possible was a good reason for speeding if there ever was one! They would arrive at the place in record time, the truck being parked in his usual spot. Shutting off the engine, he began to gather up the bottles of booze he'd bought along with pillows and blankets they'd taken camping. "Mind grabbin' th' food? I think it'll be okay t'leave everythin' else here for now, unless ya'd rather bring it in." Getting out, Virgil began to make his way inside at a much a slower pace than he usually did. He told himself it was because Marcel had the keys and he needed to let him open the door. It certainly wasn't because of how he was feeling.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2019 9:45 am
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It was rare for Marcel to feel such genuine, unbridled joy but the simple message from his Son was all he needed for it. The acknowledgement from his boy that he still cared enough and actually wanted to speak with him was all the family man really needed in his life. Marcel then grinned a little bit and scoffed at the other man's comment as he shook his head "Of course I do! I may inept but my old phone had texting! But anyway it really wasn't much, just a good morning and all that s**t..." it really wasn't all that much but it was enough to make the Hispanic happy. His texting was slow and tedious, taking his time to slowly type out each letter as carefully as possible. This was not easy, how did young people type their messages out so quickly!? Eventually the message was complete and sent and the Sherry had only improved everything even more before chuckling a little bit at the others comment "I actually forgot myself! This will definitely get put to good use later!" he reiterated and would then nod his head before placing the bottle down with what was in the bag. To say the least he was taken by surprise when the other man began to speed down the highway and roads had caught him off guard! Honestly the Hispanic was surprised that a truck as old as this one was even able to go as fast as it was but he certainly wasn't going to complain. The Veteran's awful driving habits forbade him from actually even commenting on it since he had no room to judge the other man for reckless driving. So instead Marcel sat back and enjoyed the ride as they made it back to the apartment in record time. When Virgil finally got out of the truck Marcel would follow behind him with his chest under one arm before hopping up to grab the food and the food that was left in the truck bed "Nah, I have no clue where I could put everything else!" Marcel would then grab the food with his other hand and headed inside with his boyfriend. The Hispanic would then proceed to place the chest down momentarily to fish the keys out of his pocket before opening the door and turning the lights on. He'd then grab his chest and walk back inside of their apartment "Ahh finally, home sweet home" crisp air conditioning met them and a blissful silence with no birds obnoxiously chirping. The Spanish man was back in his home environment! Marcel would waste no time unloading the food in the kitchen and left the chest on the counter, he'd find a spot for it later! Marcel would then get a fresh brew of coffee going as he dumped the one he got from the fast food place down the drain, no reason to keep it now! With the area beginning to smell like fresh coffee he'd then grab the bag of barbecue chips and decided to leave them out, he could snack on them later while watching TV "Relax on the couch Querido! I'll be done in a second!" he called out before the Hispanic would then proceed to grab the bottle of sherry and place inside the mini bar he had set up so it could properly chill with the other liquors. Oh that was going to be so good later! Finally Marcel would walk back to the kitchen where the coffee pot was finally filled and fresh, steaming hot coffee was poured out for himself. He saw that Virgil had gotten himself some Irish coffee so he wouldn't pour the other man a mug unless he wanted more later. Marcel would then grab the bags of fast food and placed them on the coffee table that still desperately needed to be cleaned of all the junk and empty bottles still. But that was for another day! Right now he'd fish the food out and smirked at Virgil "And here you go" he'd hand the others food to him as Marcel flicked the TV on and smiled as he saw that they were just starting the recap from yesterday's match between Spain and Britain in which Spain won "As if those Brits could beat Spain in a game of football!" he paused for a moment before glancing at Virgil and smirking a small bit "Or excuse me, soccer" he knew that Virgil probably didn't care too much for sports but still he knew that most American's still only knew it as this...soccer. Marcel would then watch the recap as he pulled out his own breakfast sandwiches along with the remaining nuggets and fries and began to chow down, taking sips of his coffee as well. Finally his hunger was being properly sated! (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2019 12:54 am
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Being greeted by the cooler air inside the apartment was a nice welcome for a change although there would always be a part of him that would miss the wilderness when they were here. Virgil put down the bottles he'd carried in with him on the counter in the kitchen before he went to the bedroom to make the bed again. While he was in there, he changed into more comfortable clothing since he didn't plan on venturing out into public again. A clean pair of boxer briefs and his pajama bottoms were put on although he ended up walking to the bathroom before he put on his shirt. With his back to the mirror, Virgil looked over a shoulder and ended up frowning at his reflection. His back didn't look any different than his front did, aside from a few healing yellowish bruises, his body was his fine. So much for that theory then. Normally, he tended to feel this weak whenever a serious injury was healing but he couldn't find any evidence of one, disregarding the thought of internal injuries. Pulling on one of his preferred a-shirts, Virgil wandered back into the kitchen to fix himself a drink. The fresh pot of coffee smelled delicious though he was going content himself with the bottle of Irish coffee he'd purchased. "Bossy pants," he chirped with nothing but a fond tone at being told to go relax on the couch. He was getting to that! He put ice in a glass before he filled it with the mixed brew and went into the living room, sitting down on conjecture of the l-shaped couch. Crossing his legs Indian style, he nestled back into the corner behind him. This spot was almost more comfortable than laying on top of Marcel. Raising his glass to his lips, he took a tentative sip to see what it tasted like. To his surprise, it was actually pretty damn good. A little sweeter than he liked but it strong and was a hundred times better than the fast food coffee! "Thanks, darlin'." After taking his food from him, Virgil wasted no time in unwrapping one of the sandwiches and taking a large bite out of it. His eyes slipped partially closed as he savored the combination of flavors. It had been a long time since he had eaten one of these pancake breakfast sandwiches and he was just now remembering there was a reason they used to be his favorite thing to order. A brow raised when he heard his comment about the game, but he was going to keep any hateful comments about the British to himself. Marcel correcting himself had him shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "I knew which one you're talkin' about...though I gotta say soccer does have ah better ring to it," he would add his humble opinion at the risk of angering the passionate sports fan. Football was just kind of a dumb name for both of the sports, especially since the American one rarely involved using your feet. Virgil watched the screen while he ate although he had no clue what the announcers meant with all the different terms they had. He understood the basics of the sport, of course, but everything else was a complete loss for him. "Know what country they'll be playin' next?" The fact the teams of the different countries played against each other was the truly interesting thing to him about the sport. American football certainly didn't have a world series...as far as he knew, anyway. Reaching over, he grabbed a few of the remaining French Fries to eat. Virgil felt a little better now he had some more food and caffiene in his system.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2019 10:40 am
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Marcel would be quick to realize that Virgil had gotten himself comfy, why hadn't he done that!? Jeez now he was suddenly acutely aware of just how much better he could be feeling than he was right now. Oh well, he could change after he was done eating. Marcel's eyes were going over the stats of yesterday's game as the casters gave their take on how the game went. He was at least a bit thankful they always had these recaps the next day since the Hispanic wasn't always able to catch the games. Usually he had been too busy either working or being depressed to remember to actually watch the game so these recaps were perfect for him. Marcel would munch on the food that was before him while sipping some of the fresh brewed coffee at the same time. He'd then grin a bit at Virgil when the other man confirmed he knew what he meant, granted though his Lover just spoke the most blasphemous words he'd ever had the displeasure of hearing. Marcel's pointed look would be all that was needed at that moment "If I hear those words leave your mouth again, I'm sticking something in it to shut you up!" his fist of course! Or his foot, whichever smashed the other man in the face first! That is of course exactly what he meant! He'd then chuckle a little bit "Fair warning though, never breath those words around my Papá when you meet him. He won't give you a warning" the look on his face was that of complete and utter amusement before turning back to the food and his TV. He'd let out a small huff of annoyance when they began to criticize one of Spain's star player for some "unprofessional" behavior outside of the football field. Seriously? So the guy liked to drink and have a good time, like these ******** were any better than him! Once the other man questioned about who Spain would be facing next Marcel smiled a bit, pleased that Virgil was at least kind of feigning interest in the sport that the Hispanic loved. He'd pause and take a peek at everything on screen and he let out a small hum at all the information that was there before the hum turned into a small growl "Tch. We're facing our biggest rivals, Italy" he then shook his head a little bit "They may come off as frilly pasta lovers but Italians know how to handle a football" he folded his arms for moment and shook his head "Right now they're the contenders to beat and dethrone Spain this year" he explained to the other man then let out a grunt "Either way we'll kick their asses!" he stated without a second thought as they shifted over to interview one of the key players for their recent victory over England. A handsome young man, youthful, and clearly full of energy as he began to chatter off in broken English as best he could, he stumbled a lot but Marcel had to admit the guy was doing a better job than Jordan had when he first started learning the English language. Eventually Marcel would finish his food and excuse himself to change "You can change the channel if you want, I got everything I wanted out of this" he let Virgil know before vanishing into the bedroom, reminding himself to get this door repaired one of these days. He would then strip out of his clothes and drop them in the hamper before slipping into a pair comfortable basketball shorts. Deciding to omit the shirt Marcel would walk back out to the living room and plopped himself back down onto the couch, half laying with one leg over the side of the couch. Marcel would then grin at Virgil and open his arms a bit "Come here Querido, I feel like snuggling" he had on the most enticing grin he could to hopefully get the larger man to come lay with him, the Hispanic said he wanted to cuddle and he was getting cuddles dammit! (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2019 7:21 pm
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His chuckle bordered on being nervous when Virgil caught the look Marcel was giving him. It was effectively more threatening than the words that came along with it, which only had him slightly shaking his head in open dismissal. "You're always sayin' that..." Admittingly, there was a small part of him that would always believe Marcel had it in him to pull the threat off, He would just have to be careful with what he said about the sport around his lover. And his lover's father, apparently. The prospect of one-day meeting the man who'd fathered Marcel was a nerve-wracking one. What if he didn't approve of him for his son? "I think we'll have more important things t'talk about than soccer if we ever meet..." He murmured around a mouthful of food, looking just a tad apprehensive of the hypothetical situation. What very little interest he had in the sport was born out of the clear signs his boyfriend cared about it so much, he at least wanted to be able to understand the basics of it so he could have a better chance of holding a conversation about it if he had to. The way their crime organizations ran was really the only thing the former bounty hunter knew about the Italians and for Spain's sake, he hoped their sports team wasn't as ruthless as their mafia. His enthusiasm for his country's victory was adorable. So much so he couldn't bring himself to point out the more realistic chances they had. The thick Spanish accent accompanying the broken English had him looking toward the television again and a low whistle was made when he saw the young athlete on screen. "I suddenly get why ya like watchin' this so much..." Apparently Spain had more than just handsome soldiers! "Damn, where do I sign up t'be his English teacher?" No matter how truly suggestive he might sound, he was just joking around. The guy was attractive, sure, but Virgil went for a lot more than just a pretty face and nice body. "Nah. I can wait for ya." Since watching television really wasn't his thing, he didn't mind waiting for Marcel to come back and find something for them to watch. Everything he preferred to watch would no doubt have content that might trigger his PTSD so he figured it was better to let the other man decide. While he was alone, he tuned out the confusing and uninteresting sports talk as he finished his own breakfast.
Marcel's return had him eyeballing him for a few seconds, the brute unable to stop himself from admiring how he looked in just those basketball shorts. His admiration promptly came to an end though once the newest command was given. He snorted somewhat. Marcel could take that enticing grin and shove it! His own grin was slow to form although it was far from enticing and much more wicked. "Well, since ya asked so nicely..." Putting his empty glass on the cluttered coffee, Virgil shifted his position so he could crawl between the man's legs but he didn't settle down. His hands supported his weight on either side of the Hispanic's head as he hovered over him for a few seconds before he began to lean in as if to kiss him. "Do I look like ah lap dog t'ya?" He whispered softly just before he quickly and gracefully stood up with a wolfish smirk. The empty bags and containers from their fast food were collected along with his glass and he went back to the kitchen. After throwing the trash away, he took his sweet time fixing himself more of the Irish coffee. This time he was smart and brought the bottle back with him and put it down on the coffee table, sitting down with his back slightly to Marcel. Nope. The Hispanic wasn't going to get snuggles!
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2019 11:50 pm
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Marcel could only offer a grin when the other man called him out on his now common threat. it was a bit laughable since it could easily be taken as both an innuendo and him being rather literal in the threat "What can I say? I can talk big but at the end of the day I could never truly hurt mi Luz" he stated with a small smile on his face. Unless of course they were having mutual sparring but that was something else entirely, in that circumstance they were both simply duking it out as a form of practice almost. Admittingly enough he was glad that the other man could actually hold his own, The Hispanic was beginning to think that he was going to be getting rusty without a true proper challenge which was something that he had lacked since moving here. Bar fights with wannabe tough guys were nothing more than a joke for the most part and those who did seem like they could be a decent challenge was usually too drunk to even stand on their own two feet. Marcel would then glanced over at his Lover to see that the other man appeared more than a little nervous when he spoke about talking with his Father. It was rather amusing to think of someone being intimidated by his Papá, he knew that he hadn't painted the other man in such a harsh light. But now that he thought about it, the prospect of meeting your lovers parents in general was a daunting and terrifying idea for most which was my the Hispanic choose not to tease the other man for it. He knew he had some serious cold feet when meeting Kendra's family for the first time so he completely understood the thought of it being nerve wracking. Still though Marcel hoped that eventually when he called his parents that he could get them to speak with Virgil and set his mind at ease. Marcel would then smirk a little bit when the other man let out the low whistle before chuckling a little bit at the others comment "No kidding, most of these guys are hot" honestly Marcel admittingly hadn't paid much mind too how attractive the athletes were but now that Virgil had pointed it out he really was hot. The team mates who were seated behind him were all lookers to be honest. Marcel would then let out a laugh when the other man commented about being his English teacher "You and me both, I wouldn't mind teaching him a few naughty words" honestly it was rather amusing to the Hispanic all in all. He'd never made such comments about guys with someone else before and frankly it was rather fun to be honest. Because Marcel wasn't the jealous type he had no qualms about his significant other commenting about other people simply because words were harmless. Action was where he took issue and frankly Virgil had his full trust. Once he had returned Marcel would keep his arms wide open, waiting for the other man to snuggle up to him so they could relax and recline together for their lazy day together. However Marcel would be taken by surprise when his Lover crawled over top of him and hovered over him with the Hispanic looking up at him with confusion in his eyes. But when the other man opened his mouth it became clear that Virgil just had to be difficult with this. Seriously!? He watched as the other man stood up and walked away from him to make another drink. This would cause the Hispanic to let out a small huff of annoyance as he simply flipped channels until settling on on an old fashioned Japanese monster movie. The kind that was in black and white and it was a couple guys in oversized rubber suits slapping each other around a cardboard city. It was a bit amusing to say the least, especially how the bombs and explosions from the military didn't even sound like real cannons and missiles which was a big reason why Marcel wasn't bothered in the least. Even then the cannons were a minimum and it seemed like there was a lull in the movie to move the "plot" forward. When Virgil finally came back to the couch the other man's sudden distance caused the Hispanic to let out another huff of annoyance at the other man's sudden actions. Marcel would soon sit up and crawl his way over to the older man and threw his arms around the others shoulders "Virgillll! Don't go and give me the cold shoulder like this" he whined slightly, tugging back on the man just a bit to get his point across of what he wanted "Come on, don't be so cruel to me" he stated before moving himself into Virgil's field of view as he tried his hardest to put on the best puppy dog eyes he could. Marcel wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend dammit! "You seemed so eager earlier!" Marcel would mumble a bit with a disappointed tone as he gazed up at the older man who was being needlessly cruel to his loving boyfriend! (Translation: ) á |
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 3:59 pm
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Needless to say, Virgil wasn't going to complain over the fact that he never actually carried out his threats. The rough treatment wasn't something he liked outside of bedroom fun or their sparring sessions. Their comments were harmless and didn't stir his jealous streak in the slightest, it mostly took something physical and actually happening for that to happen. He would have laughed when Marcel agreed with him about teaching the athlete a new language if he wasn't so busy coming to terms with his newest regret- that he'd wasted his life in the wrong damn country! He should have moved to Spain for all the eye candy years ago! His boyfriend was obviously the hottest one out of his countrymen although seeing the soccer team made him wonder what else it had to offer. Hell, blonds and bubbly personalities really weren't his cup of tea but even Jordan had had some attractive qualities. Though it was better late than never, he supposed. Missing out on the opportunity to share a life with the ex-Marine truly would be his biggest regret and he was really the only Spanish he needed in his life.
It was exceedingly rare for him to bewilder the younger man, and the spark of confusion he'd caught within those brown was something he kept replaying in his mind even after he came back and a new show was playing on the television. Though he did pretend to be invested in the old movie while those strong arms wrapped around him. Virgil was doing his best not to grin or laugh at him. He knew he wasn't being nice, but sometimes messing with Marcel was too much fun for him to behave himself. It wasn't as if he truly didn't want to cuddle with him, he just liked giving him a hard time. Besides, he couldn't help but be a little bit skeptical of his intention after what had happened the last couple of times they had snuggled on the couch. "Marcellll," he whined right back at him. His amusement dampened a little at the pathetic, kicked puppy expression the other man wore. Ugh. Those big brown eyes were hard to resist, damn it, and the disappointment in his tone served to lessen his motivation to resist him. Green eyes narrowed somewhat as he turned his head to study him, wondering if the veteran was genuinely hurt over his refusal to cuddle or if he was putting on an act to guilt trip him into giving him what he wanted. He knew what he had said in the truck though, arguably, the big guy was a bit more eager to be home and drinking than he was to cuddle. An amused smile finally broke his stoic facade as he placed his free palm against his chest. "Patience is ah virtue, ya've heard that, right?" Kissing him on the cheek, he gently pushed into Marcel to try to get him to lay back down again so he could snuggle with him as the big baby wanted! "I was goin' t'call my doctor before I laid down with ya an' got comfortable, but since ya gotta have it now I guess it can wait." Virgil really should thank him for the perfect excuse for putting the important phone call off for longer!
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 11:06 pm
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