Marshall hummed, a smile on his face while walking around the forest, getting dressed. Rocky had been in the background, giving his friend an wary look as he moved about. The silence between them - besides Marshall's humming - lasted about a couple of seconds before Rocky spoke up.
"You used the dream escape again." He said, to which Marshall hummed longer, twirling around, before stopping by his wooden dresser.
"So did you." Marshall countered, smiling as Rocky blushed and shifted on his feet, nervously.
"Yes, well," Rocky didn't say anything else. Marshall continued getting dressed and when he was done, walked towards the pond with a brush in his hand, and prepared to brush his hair.
"You've also started singing." Marshall commented, making Rocky, who had his head towards the ground, look up and frowned slightly.
"He seemed upset since we've got interrupted. I wanted to calm him down." He said, moving closer to Marshall, but still far away from the water. Marshall didn't say anything, and as soon as he was finished with his hair, he stood up and faced Rocky.
"You must really like him." Marshall said, the light and airy smile on his face remaining. Rocky couldn't help but smile back, despite the blush on his face.
"Yeah. He seems nice, if not a little horny at times." Rocky said, his face turning pink when he heard the nymph chuckle. Marshall just stared at his friend for a long time before moving away, towards a tree with beautiful flowers blossoming on it.
"I'm thinking I should follow him today." He said. Rocky frowned.
"You can't. You know you can't." The gray-haired siren said, giving his friend a stern glare. Marshall paid it no mind as he reached over and grabbed the flower, placing it in his hair.
"But Rocky, I'm tired of using the dream escape as the only means to communicate with him!" Marshall whined, turning around to face the siren. "I've gotten a taste of him, and now I want more. I want to be with him, Rocky. He's my mate."
"I know, Marshall, I know," Rocky said, holding his hands up. "I feel the same way with Zuma, but you know you won't be able to follow him. You're still bind to this place and you cannot leave the forest. Did you forget you're a Naiad? You're not suppose to be leaving the forest as it is."
"I didn't forget, Rocky," Marshall growled, glaring at the siren. "I know I've been cursed to live this shallow life, with or without a mate. I know that the very moment I step out of the water, or the forest in general, there's a risk of me dying. But, there's a greater risk of me becoming one those Naiads just because I don't have a mate. I am not a whore, Rocky. I have someone in my life that means something to me, and I want him."
Rocky didn't say anything, as he knew Marshall hated the life he lived, and wish there was some way to cheer him up.
"You're lucky. You're able to walk among the humans without repercussions."
"Just because I can doesn't mean I'm lucky, Marshall." Rocky snapped, glaring at him. "Did you forget that the very moment I told my family that I didn't like what they were doing, what WE were doing, I was forced to live on land, without my voice? My singing voice? The only thing that's supposedly attractive about me?"
"That's not true," Marshall said, frowning. "You're a great guy, Rocky, and so what if you can't sing anymore? I don't think Zuma cares either way, right? He still...likes you, right?"
At the mention of his mate, Rocky blushed.
"But, it's because of him, that I am able to again, as croaked as it sounds." He said, looking down at the ground with tears in his eyes. Marshall sighed.
"We're not making our situations any easier by placing blame and pointing fingers," Marshall said, giving Rocky a look of understanding. "We just have to do what we think it's right. Right now, I feel as though I should meet Chase properly. I have to."
"How long do you think you'll last without going back to the forest?" Rocky muttered, still looking at the ground. Marshall sighed and smiled sadly, before giving Rocky a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.
"We're about to find out."
Chase blinked. Then he blinked again. Then he blinked for the third time.
The officer still couldn't believe it as he looked down at the man in a long, red, T-shit that swallowed him whole, and nothing else. The man had beautiful white skin - the type of skin he had dreamed about over and over - and midnight black hair with that accompany it with a strange, yet beautiful blue flower. There was a slight pink coloring in his cheeks just as the man open his eyes, and Chase found himself swimming in blue.
He looked just like the dancer Chase was infatuated with.
"Are you alright?" Chase asked, squatting so he can take a closer look at the boy. The scent of salt, wood, and grass filled Chase's nose, and the police officer had to wonder how did the boy get such a unique smell. The man shifted, and Chase couldn't help but glance at the man's legs, blushing when he realized that the shirt was literally the only thing he had. Did he get kicked out somewhere? Chase thought.
"I-I'm fine," He stuttered, using both hands to push himself up. Chase couldn't help but glance at him from all over, both out of concern and a little bit of attraction. The boy shivered, wrapping his arms around himself, causing the T-shirt to inch higher, revealing more of his legs, which, needless to say, caught Chase's attention as well.
The officer had a hard time focusing.
"D-do you know where the shelters are?" The boy asked, looking at Chase with pleading blue eyes. The same blue eyes that had been pleading for Chase for something else other than a home.
Get your head in the game, Chase! This boy is probably homeless, and you want to fuck him! He thought, shaking his head. Taking this as a 'no' to his question, the boy frowned, lowering his eyelids, his bottom lip jittered out in a pout. Chase could only stare.
"O-oh." He said, and was just about to walk away when Chase called out to him.
"W-wait! If you don't have a place to go, you're always welcome to staying me." Chase offered, only to smack himself in the head. You don't have enough room! His inner thoughts screamed, but it was already too late. The boy looked at him with happiness in his eyes.
"Really? Oh thank you, Mr. Officer! But, wait, won't you get in trouble for this?" The boy asked, cocking his head to the side, black hair brushing against his forehead. Chase stared at him, thinking he was absolutely adorable, but cleared his throat, as if to dispel the thought.
"I'm sure the station will understand. Though, I must warn you, I already have company over, so if you're willing to share a bed with me then-" It was at this point, Chase realized what he had just said, and felt his face burn. Meanwhile, the boy just smiled.
"It's no trouble at all. Thank you again, Officer!" The boy said, and went up to hug Chase. Chase awkwardly returned the hug, trying in vain to get his heart to beat normally, when he realize he could feel the boy's cock against his thigh, and, looking down, realize the shirt barely covered his ass.
Oh boy.
