I didn’t want to imagine how a half-hawk
half-human body would function or even if it could.
I checked a nearby clock for the fifth
time and saw only eight minutes had passed. It was still an impressive amount
of time to laugh non-stop, though.
“To...Tob...Tobias, you acquired Mark
Ruffalo?” Marco said as he seemed to calm down finally.
“No,” I replied and found Ruffalo’s voice
to be a good yet odd match to my own. “I acquired a bunch of people and it just
happened that the morph turned out to be Mark Ruffalo.”
I saw Marco struggle not to burst out
into laughter again as he replied, “But the coincidence. Shit like that doesn’t
just happen on accident.”
“Sometimes it does, Marco.” I said and
sighed.
I suddenly noticed that when Marco had
been talking to and laughing at me that he hadn’t been looking directly into my
eyes. Maybe he’d glance at them but mostly his eyes looked everywhere but my
eyes. A smile started to form on my face and then I pushed it away.
I needed to stay concentrated on the
moment and not what I hoped would happen.
“You know I...like Ruffalo.” Marco said
slowly.
“I do too.” I told him. “He’s not exactly
an unattractive man.”
“But what does he think about you
morphing him? Or did you even tell him yet?”
“I talked with him. It was really
embarrassing morphing him the first time. I didn’t want him to think I was some
stalker. I can turn into any animal so thinking you have a stalker like that is
just frightening.”
“And he agreed? Mark Ruffalo agreed to
let you morph him?”
“Yeah. I promised to always alert him if
I was going to morph him in public and to help alert him to anyone purposefully
confusing the two of us.”
“You two didn’t discuss morphing in
private?” Marco asked as his eyes stayed focused on my hair.
“Well he sort of figured that I’d want an
adult form to do stuff like drink and have sex.” I said and grinned as I saw
him blush. “It’s really awkward doing stuff like sex with the body of a
thirteen year old to say the least.”
“But it never seemed to bother you
before.” He said and I swear there was a touch of sadness in his voice.
“Hey, it’s not like I won’t ever morph
into myself from time to time.” I said and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Marco then looked into my eyes and got
lost in them. I could see why he had been hesitant before as the look he was
giving me now was very sexually charged, to say the least. I figured now was as
good of time as any to ask him.
“You sure you’re not into guys?” I asked.
“What?” Marco said as he realized that he
had been staring for too long. “No. No. Totally a ladies man.”
“Sure?” I asked and purposefully ran a
hand through my hair.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” But, as he replied, the
words seemed to have trouble coming out of his mouth.
“Listen, I’m not asking for a commitment
here. Just maybe a night or two and then we can go to other sex partners.”
“I told you I’m not-“
“Marco, you just got lost in my eyes and
before that you were checking me out. You can say you’re not gay or that you
don’t like guys all you want, but I know you’re lying. It hurts.”
“And it doesn’t hurt you that all your
interactions with me lately have been involving sex?”
“Because losing your girlfriend and
having no one to turn to is so easy to deal with. At least your parents are
together. My mom doesn’t remember my dad. Hell, it sometimes feels like she has
nothing but loathing for him because of the responsibility I was given.”
“So all you’re going to do is fuck me for
stability?”
“If I say I love you, how will that
matter if you don’t want sex with me? I need sex in a relationship. How can I
think of going further with you if you’re not going to admit anything?”
After that outburst we just looked at
each other. I both hated and loved Marco at that moment. I loathed him for
making me feel guilty and for not admitting what he felt sexually. It was wrong
for me to just have sex with him as a crutch, but he could at least admit he
liked it.
I loved Marco too because I couldn’t hate
him, at least not fully. I could never hate him so much that I would never have
feelings for him.
It seemed that we would look at each
other for years and that we wouldn’t stop looking at each other until we died.
Would he ever decide yes or would it be a no?
Then Marco finally made his move. One of
his hands tightly gripped my hair and his lips met mine. I kissed him back
fiercely and put a hand on the back of his neck while my other hand went to
undo his pants.
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