AN: So, this is not my first fanfic. But My first on this account. :) Oneshot.
Pairing: MarcoSpinner
Summary: Spinner and Marco have become best friends, but what happens when their feelings become more? SpinnerMarco. R&R. Oneshot.
Warnings: Gay Activities. :D
I want to be yours.
Marco laughed as the screen flashed, shups blowing up on it. Marco pressed the buttons on the controller quickly, trying to kill all Spinners ships.
"Marco! Hey! Not Fair!" Was all Spinner could say, his thumbs feircly tapping the buttons.
"Spin, that was so fair!" Marco chuckled as the screen flashed, indicating the game was over.
"No, it wasn't." Spinner said, playfully pushing Marco, and smiling. Marco chuckled a bit and pushed him back. Before they knew it, they were in a scrap match. Whoever was pinned first lost the match. The rolled around, playfully punching and pushing.
"Ow!" Marco yelled playfully as Spinner pinned his arms to the floor.
"1, 2, 3" Spinner whispered, out of breath. For some reason, Marcos lips seemed to kissable. Spinner stared in Marcos eyes, silently. Why did he feel so..weird around Marco all the sudden. Spinner quickly let Marco up. "Hey, I'm gonna go order a pizza." he said, walking and grabbing the phone. "Italian Sausage?" He asked, already knowing that was Marcos favorite.
"Of Course." Marco smiled. "I gotta go to the washroom. Be right back." He jogged up the stairs to the washroom and locked the door. He leaned his head against the wall, his dark locks falling slightly into his eyes. "What was I thinking?!" He asked aloud. Why had he all the sudden wanted to kiss Spin as he pinned him for the match? Why did his heart skip a beat when he felt Spinners hot breath on his cheek as he whispered 1, 2 , 3 to end the match. Why had he just now been aware of how close Spinners face was to his. Marco sighed and unlocked the door, jogging down the steps.
"Hey, Pizza should be here soon. What took you so long in the washroom?" Spinner asked, casually sliding an arm around his friends shoulder. Okay, akward. Marcos heart skipped a beat. He sat on the couch and Spinner followed. They turned on the televison to some Spanish Soap Opera with subtitles. Marco was suddenly aware of how close they were sitting. 'Shit!' His mind screamed as Spinners hand touched his.
Spinners heartbeat sped up as his hand touched Marcos. He was nervous about what Marco would say. Spinner was indicating he wanted to hold hands by turning his hand, palm up, right by Marcos. Marco obviously took the hint, taking his hand. Spinner looked at him nervously. Marco smiled a knowing smile. Then, he lightly kissed Spinners cheek. Which drove him to do what happened next. Marco had turned his attention back to the TV and was stroking Spinners hand with his thumb. Spinner took his free hand and put it on Marcos cheek, causing Marco to look back at Spin. Then, they were kissing. Each ones tounge exploring anothers mouth. Marco pulled back and looked at their hands, still entwined with one another. "Spinner, You have no idea--"
"I think I do." Spinner said, then kissed him again deeper. The door bell rang for the pizza, but neither one of them pulled back. Or even realized for that matter. Because they were too busy expressing their feelings fore one another.