Marshall had made sure to stop by the forest before he went home, in order to keep up the appearance. It had been short, but the very moment Marshall felt his energy coming back, he broke into a sprint from the forest and towards the apartment.

Just in time, too, because it seemed the nymph had beaten Chase.

With a smile, Marshall quietly walked towards their room, wearing blue cotton, button-up PJs Chase brought him. Sitting down on the bed, Marshall switched off the light and laid on the bed, eyes slowly closing. Not a moment after did he hear the door to the apartment open and then closed, as well as Chase sighing. Pausing in his sleep, Marshall listened carefully as Chase moved around, hearing the refrigerator door open and then shut, before he began to scuffle towards the bedroom. Just before he turned on the light, Marshall quickly closed his eyes and even out his breathing, just to fool Chase into believing he was asleep. He could hear Chase sigh and slowly, ever so slowly, open his eyes just as Chase began to undress.

It took everything in Marshall's power not to gasp out loud.

The nymph couldn't help but trace his eyes over at the muscular body that, not moments before, Marshall had been kissing on. Licking his lips, Marshall felt his face flush as Chase bent over to pull down his pants, unintentionally mooning Marshall. Marshall bit his lip, closing his eyes as a soft moan escaped him, making Chase pause and look over at his sleeping companion. When Marshall didn't do anything else, Chase continued with his sleepwear.

Mother of god, Marshall thought. His ass is perfect! Marshall was pretty sure Chase was something from Adonis, because Jesus fucking Christ, his body!

Perfect abs? Check. Perfect thighs? Check. Perfect buttocks? Check. Perfect face? Check. Perfect hair? Check. And finally, but always the best part, perfect dick? Hell yeah. Marshall wanted to squeal like a naughty schoolgirl at this moment.

But he knew that would blow his cover, and knowing how awkward Chase was around Marshall when they aren't at the club, Marshall didn't want to creep out the human even more by lecherously seizing him up in his own home. So, Marshall stayed quiet - while squealing like a naughty schoolgirl in his mind.

Soon, the room was dark again, and Marshall felt the bed dipped, signaling that Chase was on the other side. Nearly on instinct, Marshall rolled over and wrapped himself around Chase, feeling the police officer still, but Marshall promised to keep his hands to himself this time. Apparently, Chase had been worried that he raped Marshall, and that was a no-go in the nymph's book. So instead, he decided to snuggle. There's no wrong in snuggling, is there?

Seeing how Chase still wasn't relax however, Marshall decided to let out a whimper of fright, mumbling Chase's name, as he held him with desperation in his arms. Instantly, Chase relaxed and returned the hug, with just as much strength he had when he held Marshall down during that lovely little sex scene in the club - DOWN boy! - as he whispered soothed words into the nymph's ear.

"It's alright, Marshall. I'm here." He heard him say, and Marshall couldn't help but smile at that.

Marshall was really lucky to have such a caring mate.

When morning rolled around, Chase realized he had been snuggling his bed partner throughout the night. Something about that warmed his soul and gave him fuzzy feelings, but the police officer ignored it and looked down at the sleeping beauty.

Almost instantly, Chase was reminded of what had happened in the club, and he couldn't help but blush, feeling his lower half stirring. No, he thought, shaking his head to get away from the thought. Not this time. This time, there will be no sexual harassment of any kind in this bed. Slowly, Chase pulled himself away from the boy and was about to leave, when he realized the firm grip of Marshall was still on him. He blinked.

"Okay..." He whispered, before trying - and failing - to pull Marshall's arms off of him. Huffing, Chase decided to poke Marshall instead, trying to wake him up. It took a few moments, but white skin teen was up, blinked sleepily, looked up at Chase, smiled, and planted a kiss on Chase's lips. Chase instantly froze, eyes wide as Marshall pulled back, still smiling that dazzling smile.

"Good morning, love." He said, but before Chase could question him, Marshall rolled away and began walking towards the bathroom.

Chase was still frozen to the bed, eyes wide.

L-love?