A feeling of familiarity over came Marshall. His thoughts mirrored his memories in a matter of moments as he slipped into a state of remembrance. It was their first date that was the beginning of their story. It marked the night where Barnaby truly started to trust Marshall and.. let him in.
Marshall had kissed Barnaby hundreds of times by now. They had 'hung out' but this was different. This was a date. That made Marshall nervous. Romance wasn't really his thing. He was into the romantic nights out and flowers and chocolate and all of the other clichés. He was the arrogant 'bad boy', and that had always worked for him. But Barnaby was.. different. He was special to Marshall, and Marshall accepted that he had genuine feelings for the kid. Barnaby wasn't some toy to get his dick wet with, and so he couldn't just screw around. The younger male was already out of his league, and Marshall really didn't want to risk a bad first date. Commitment was scary, and Ashlyn had really fucked with his head. But Marshall really didn't want to risk getting hurt again, especially by his own screw-ups.
Barnaby was all prim and proper as usual. He really was the only boy who could pull of the pink shirt and not look like a complete homo. His hair was pushed up and out of his face and it had a slight wave to it, and his brown eyes were hidden under circular frames. That bothered Marshall, the kid had contacts for a reason. He figured Barnaby had just come from one of his student council meetings or debate practices or open houses. Either way, he understood Barnaby was the best of them all, and because of this, he always had to look the part. "Hey dork, you're late."
His words gave Marshall a satisfying and amusing reaction.
"Marshall, do not be so insulting!" Barnaby's voice was that of a mother lecturing her child. This made Marshall laugh. "..Try-outs ran a bit late. I am truly sorry.."
So it was debate. What a nerd.
"..And I've so much work for political philosophy and psych.."
Marshall had quit paying attention to Barnaby's rambling quite a while ago. He was focused on those lips. What could they do..?
"Honestly, Marshall, are you even listening?" The younger male pouted when he received a no.
"Your face 'll get stuck like that." Barnaby groaned and pushed Marshall playfully before kissing him lightly.
"Listen, kid. It's pretty shitty out. I was planning on taking you out, but I figure we'll have more fun here anyways. Especially since you're oh so exhausted and overworked."
"It is impolite to mock people, Mar..But that sounds nice."
Marshall found himself pleased with the nights events as he laid with Barnaby. The kid had been impressed in more ways than one, and Marshall found that he enjoyed corrupting the oh-so innocent Barnaby.