Jimmy watched from the sliding door as Marco stood on their back porch, watching the sun slip slowly beneath the hills, leaning against the mahogany colored wooden railing, the warm Toronto breeze whispering across his skin, soothing away the long day. He stood, seemingly unaware of Jimmy, nursing a bottle of Corona and humming a melody softly into the warm, evening air. Jimmy smiled as Marco began to play the melody on an invisible keyboard, punching his fingers along the railing. He was barefoot, his loose, stone washed jeans hung low on his slender hips. His tight, black, sleeveless muscle shirt hugged his skin, accenting his long, sleek form, and tapered waist. His curls hung in his face, swinging ever so gently in the breeze. They shown copper, almost shimmering in the late afternoon sun. He absently licked a bead of condensation that had run down the bottle and into the hollow of thumb and index finger.
Jimmy swallowed.
Marco spoke.
"You gonna join me, J? Or did you just want to watch from the cheap seats?" Jimmy's eyes crinkled, laughing softly at the teasing lilt in Marco's voice. He stepped onto the deck, making his way to Marco, and wrapping his arms around him from behind. Marco sighed, leaning back into Jimmy's chest and bringing his hands into his own.
Jimmy nibbled at the soft skin of Marco's neck, licking a lewd line up it, and across his jaw, and finally turning Marco's head to his.
"I think I like the view better from here, babe." He whispered against Marco's lips, bringing a hand up to cup Marco's cheek. He rubbed his thumb along the jaw line, kissing him gently on the nose.
"Thought you might." Marco replied, finally leaning up to capture Jimmy's lips with his own. Jimmy loved this man.