Note: Censored version - uncensored on AO3
Day 24 – Making up afterwards
Malik curled up on Mariku's side of the bed and put his arms around himself. For over a week, he had heard nothing from Mariku. He couldn't remember ever having been separated from Mariku such a long time without having at least heard his voice. He felt terrible about their fight and wanted to make it undone. Why had he only said that Mariku should never come back again? What if he really never came back? Was it over? Did Mariku still think about him? Or had he already found another guy? Malik couldn't bare the pain in his chest. Mariku has always been popular, but Malik had never worried because all the time Mariku only had eyes for him. But now? Did he cheat on him? For how long? Malik sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He could no longer sit here. Should he look for Mariku? And then what? Apologize? So everything stayed the same? He didn't want that, but he also wanted Mariku. He loved him.
Maybe he could find him in his favorite bar. But what if he wasn't alone? Malik pressed his lips together. He didn't know what he would do then. Malik grabbed his jacket, put on his shoes and opened the door.
Mariku stood before him. He looked just as surprised as Malik. The jacket fell to the floor. "Mariku." His voice failed him.
"Hey." They stared at each other. Malik's heart raced with anxiety. Why was he here? Did he want to get his stuff? "Can I come in? Or bad timing?"
With one foot Malik dragged his jacket back inside and opened the door a little further.
"No, it's okay." He let Mariku enter and closed the door behind him. He picked up his jacket and took off his shoes. Mariku stood in the living room and did not move. He avoided eye contact. Malik couldn't stand it, "Are you here to fetch your stuff?"
"Do you want me to get my stuff?" Mariku sounded unusually sad. Malik stared wordlessly at Mariku. He had never seen him so depressed.
Malik was on the verge of tears. He loved Mariku. He loved him so much. He couldn't allow him to leave. He needed him. The tears flowed freely. Mariku put his arms around Malik and hugged him. Malik wrapped his arms around Mariku's neck.
"Don't leave me," he sobbed. He clung to his shirt.
"I'm so sorry," whispered Mariku. "I was such an asshole." He kissed Malik's temple. He held Malik tight until Malik had calmed down. Mariku wiped the tears from his cheeks. "I love you." He kissed Malik. "I've never cheated on you. I wouldn't even think about it. Please believe me."
Malik smiled weakly. "I know." He put his head against Mariku's chest. How could he have ever doubted him?
"I'll change. I want it to be like in the past." He placed a kiss on Malik's hair. "But it was more than ten minutes."
Malik laughed. "Please don't tell me this was the only thing you worried about."
"No, but since you're not going to throw me out I wanted to raise the subject again."
Malik pulled Mariku close for a kiss. "How about if you prove it to me?"
"With pleasure."
Kissing they settled down on the bed. Mariku's hand stroked Malik's sides gently. Malik rubbed his knee against his crotch. Mariku gasped. "You're already hard?" Malik asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I haven't had sex in a week. I'm dried out," said Mariku. He pushed Malik's shirt up and kissed his belly. "Are those my clothes?"
"Yes," Malik admitted, blushing. He had Mariku missed so much that he was even running around in his clothes.
"Cute," Mariku murmured against his skin. He kissed his way up. His tongue circled Malik's nipples, then he closed his lips around the right one and bit gently into it. Malik gasped. He put his arm over his eyes and enjoyed the feelings that went through him. It was so long ago since Mariku had really taken care of him.
As Mariku bit into Malik's neck, Malik groaned. Mariku sucked on the sensitive skin and left a dark mark. Malik touched the wet spot. "How old are you? 14?"
"I didn't fuck you with 14."
"No, but you made super embarrassing hickeys."
Mariku grinned. "I had to show everyone that you're mine."
"Who would have ever dared to compete with you?"
Mariku made a thoughtful expression and started to count something on his fingers. At three, he stopped. "Right off the bat I can think of three guys."
"Three?" Malik asked in disbelief.
"You were quite popular." Mariku shrugged. "But you've decided for the right one."
"Who else was interested?" Malik asked, but Mariku just kissed him.
"I'll tell you another time." He took off the shirt and threw it aside.
"But I want to know now!"
Sighing Mariku dropped himself on Malik. "Please Malik," he said in a whining tone. "I want to fuck you. I can't take it anymore." Malik laughed softly and rubbed his knee again against Mariku's cock. "Oh Malik, yes..." Malik used his weight to turn Mariku on his back, and sat on his lap. Mariku looked up to his boyfriend with lust-soaked eyes. Malik pushed Mariku's shirt up and stroked the strong muscles. Maybe he shouldn't have complained about the gym, after all, it was indeed for the good.
"So, now back to the question: who?" Malik said as he snuggled up against Mariku.
"Who what?" Asked Mariku and yawned.
"Who else was keen on me?"
"Is that important?"
"Yes! I always thought everyone would like you and I was just lucky."
Mariku kissed him. "I'm the one who's lucky."
"Don't try to distract me."
Mariku buried Malik beneath him and kissed him. "Another time; I'd rather fuck you again."