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[Oh. He can gauge that Mark is nervous, so Rex tightens his grip protectively. If the roles were reversed and he were in Mark's shoes, he'd definitely be intimidated.]

Beeee-cause! When we're in our birthday suits as opposed to the super ones?

We don't need to look good, or stand for anything, or be thinkin' about the state of the world! Or anybody else for that matter.

[Rex's shoulders slump, his chest deflating a good deal. He really is doing his best to be honest.]

Also? I'm just really horny.

_{[ He's not sure what kind of response he was expecting, but he's fairly certain it was something like this. Mark isn't a save-it-for-marriage type of guy, but he'd like some validation that whoever he does it with really wants to do it with him because they honestly want to.. not because he's someone who is accessible. Mark presses his lips tightly together and removes his arms from Rex, allowing his legs to remain right there. His arms gently fold over his arms now that he's finished his cocoa and they're having a discussion. ]}

Yeah? Aren't we all in some capacity?

_{[ Mark isn't saying it, but he's feeling a little randy himself. He's a bit more subtle than Rex is about this, though. The other indication is just his nervousness and how warm he's feeling right now. That still doesn't mean he's going to be aggressive about this. ]}

Good to know you just want to get off with me cause I'm someone here.

_{[ He doesn't move, though, honestly interested in how Rex is going to respond. ]}

Huh? That's not what I-

[Thankfully, he stops himself before making some hurtful comment about how Mark doesn't even come close to his usual physical type. The hot air within him might as well have steamed out through both olive-skinned ears.]

What do you want me to say? That I'm in love with you?

[When it comes to love and lust, it's hard to tell the difference sometimes, for Rex, at least. If it were brought up in public, he'd deny it outright, but he gets attached to people rather easily. About three months into dating Eve, he had told her he loved her, and there had been a little bit of a scare at that moment. They were thirteen and fourteen, what the fuck was he going on about?

But he had insisted that he knew. Never in his life had he felt that way about anybody else, just her. Eve was the first (and only) person who had ever loved Rex for himself, mess and all, including the poor sense of humor and nasty attitude.]

I... I can't tell, sometimes. What it is that I'm feeling, I...

[Rex's throat goes dry. Being honest about this is difficult.]

I know that you make me feel... Soft? And pretty much everything about me's all hard and pointy... And shit. I mean, just look at me!

Edited 2021-12-25 23:35 (UTC)

_{[ The feeling is mutual. Rex isn't his usual type either. He's the first guy he ever liked (though, there might have been some questioning in his early teen years when it came to William) but he's definitely the first boyfriend he's had. As Rex explains, surprisingly, the answer does chill him out a little bit, mostly cause he feels like he might be on the same page as Rex in this regard. Mark couldn't say that he was in love with Rex right now, but.. ]}

... Yeah? That's the truth?

_{[ It's a little more important for him to know since he's never really had sex, so Rex shouldn't be surprised at his questioning. The hands return to Rex, this time idly toying with some of the loose locks from his bun. He's hesitant to ask, but he needs to know: ]}

Do you think that you could maybe love me some day? Can you assure me that I'm not wasting my time with you?

[His eyes, typically so full of that trademark, saucy spitfire, reveal an inkling of what he doesn't say. Eve was lucky, in a way, to encountered an iteration of Rex who was so raw and vulnerable, with not yet enough time or mental fortitude to reflect on the great degree of tragedy he'd experienced. His bitterness only hardened him further, because the more time he spent with her stupid, forgettable normie friends, the more jealous he felt. They all had so many damn choices. College was an option for them! They could be accountants, doctors, musicians... And their dinky part-time gigs at Baskin Robbins or the local grocery mart didn't come with the risk of dying.]

It already feels like that? Sometimes.

[He immediately regrets saying that out loud.]

Y'know, it gets pretty funky up there. In my head, I mean. I know it sounds impossible, but...

I've made excuses for a lot of really bad people. I loved them, because of what they meant to me? But it was all a lie.

[Radcliffe. His mother and father.]

Until Eve and I were a thing, I didn't know what it was like for anybody to, um, want me? For real? And then I felt that, and... I just wanted more.

[Should he tell Mark how angry it had made him, to hear her go on and on about him? How days before the funeral for the original Guardians, Rex had angrily sat up in his own bed, imagining what it would be like to see her beautiful green eyes welling up with tears as she laid her head on another man's shoulder?

Rex doesn't handle death well. Not of superheroes, and definitely not the big guys. If they could go down, then so can he, and that's something he's known for years now. To have it confirmed so blatantly...

He simply doesn't want to think about it.]

So... In response to the first thing? Yeah.

It's the second question that I'm not so sure about.

Edited 2021-12-26 00:22 (UTC)

_{[ He wasn't expecting Rex to say anything about love or being in love with him, so the psuedo-confession makes his heart skip for a moment as he puts his whole attention on Rex-- specifically his eyes. Were they always that green looking? It was also very admirable and kind of cute with how honest Rex was trying to be, and in moments like this, Mark can really get it. He can really get what Rex is saying and how he's feeling. There's no typical ditzy questions or confusion.

A small smile plays on Mark's face once he realizes Rex is done speaking and, with a shaky exhale, the younger teen gets a little cozier in Rex's lap, shifting so he's completely settled on him, one leg on each side. He even adjusts the blanket so they both are still wrapped up in it. ]}

That's a good enough answer for me.

_{[ His hands smooth over Rex's shoulders, eventually down his collar bone and chest and settle right on his abdomen under those impressive pectorals. ]}

For now, at least.

_{[ A sudden bolt of nerves spirals through him and he swallows thickly. ]}

I'd like to, um, at least.. try with you. But you can't laugh at me. Um.. uh.. or.. I don't know.. be patient with me. I don't--

_{[ Time for his honesty: ]}

I don't really know what I'm doing or what to do. I don't even really know what to expect, really.

[His heart is still thundering about in his chest while Mark's hands glide all over, and though Mark's thighs are warm, his more slender body comfortable against Rex's own, does it mean anything? There's no real confirmation that the other boy really wants him, and he's probably just dipping a toe into the warm, messy pool that is Rex's devotion. The Guardian reflects on the moments where that nearly gravitational pull was present, and wonders if Mark has ever experienced a emotion so earth-shattering. An intensity that penetrates all layers of your sentient consciousness, compelling you to do insane things.

Rex can pinpoint three instances that have wrung such feelings out of him. When Mark had breathed Rex's name against the older hero's chest as they slept, when Rex had helped an ailing Mark drink water, and when the younger boy had washed his then "friend's" body and hair with soap and water whilst he bled.]

But that's the whole thing! You don't have to do anything. This may be a "collaborative effort," on our parts? But I'm plannin' on doing most of the work. I know, I know! It sounds hard to believe, but I'll show ya. Sex, I can do! Dear God, it's almost the only thing I can do properly... Ugh.

[says the boy who has properly been with one person sexually + romantically, then decided to participate in a threesome (potentially foursome) out of spite, and sucked all of 1 dick]

It's okay. You're forgetting that I was a virgin once too, ya'know. What, you think I popped out of the womb knowing how to eat a girl out right away? That'd be creepy as hell!

You do know that if you're having a major freakout or want to bail, you can tell me. Gettin' your freak on is not a legally binding contract. You can get off the ride whenever you want! And so can I, that's how it works.

_{[ Rex is doing a lot of talking and explanation that Mark wasn't expecting, and in most cases, he would enjoy this, but it's a lot. He allows the older teen to talk, idly toying with the bun until he loosens it, allowing those fiery locks to fall and settle against Rex's broad shoulders. Mark didn't say or give any indication that he was wanting Rex to do most of the work here, but it makes sense considering he's the more experienced of the two. Still, Rex may see Mark wrinkle at his nose at the assumption.

His hands rake and run through Rex's hair for a moment before he settles the palms on Rex's face, tipping him upward so he can look down at him properly. ]}

Rex.
You're talking way too much, dude. I know all of that. I'm not really scared of doing something like this with you-- just a little nervous.

_{[ Rex will probably feel his hands shaking a bit. He shifts in his warm seat, intentionally grinding some pressure down on the teen beneath him; a tease of what is yet to come. ]}

Who said you were going to do most of the work, huh?

_{[ Oh boy, here it goes. Before Rex can say anything else, though, Mark dips down and brings their lips together, meshing against him in a firm kiss. ]}

Edited 2021-12-27 02:33 (UTC)

[it is, perhaps, very telling that the first thing rex does when his hair is let down is follow the hair tie with his eyes bc GOD IF HE LOSES THAT SHIT-]

[Rex pants nervously, the whites of his eyes growing more and more visible as every preconceived notion he had about Mark and his weirdly submissive and breedable behavior is quickly being slung out the window. That square jaw of his is tipped upwards and he's forced to listen to the spawn of Omni spout some cockamamie bullshit before his lips and tongue are taken and-]

Mm-mmph!

[Oh, right. Mark is strong. As in, he can break off a bit of skyscraper and crush Rex's skull beneath it strong. And unfortunately for Rex, he can't say that he hates it. The Guardian feels like a deer in sexy headlights, which means he unfortunately is now picturing a deer in lingerie, and overwhelmed by a sensation that can only be summarized in two words- Panic Horn. As always, the horniness wins out.

He breaks the kiss and though the lady doth protest, his hips are still moving? smh]

Why does everybody keep saying that?!

[#becauseit'strue]

Agh, hah... [Rex has literally no shame, and since this is the first time he's even gotten close to getting laid in the past few months, he tightens his own grip around Mark's waist until he Feels-] WAIT?! Is your dick bigger than mine? NO!!!

[Instead of stopping, he only goes harder. (badum tch)]

I can never win against you, can I?

_{[ If Rex is going to break off the kiss on the lips, Mark is just going to try and find another spot to kiss him. It seems the roll of his hips have started something and although Rex is the one joking about being horny, it really doesn't take much to turn Mark on either. His rosy lips move, peppering along the slope of Rex's neck. It's very strange making out with someone who is so solid; Mark is accustomed to Amber's softness and curves, but Mark is slowly realizing that he likes it. It symbolizes strength.

Rex speaks loud and it causes Mark to flinch and pull his mouth away, a small, string of spit following after him. He exhales slowly, shakily, eyelids falling halfway open. ]}

H.. Huh? Is it? I don't know..! I never noticed!

_{[ Mark swallows thickly. ]}

.. Wait. is it?

_{[ Y'ALL. ]}

[DO YOU SEE THESE ANGRY EYES, HE WAS ENJOYING THAT ATTENTION TO HIS SQUARE ASS NECK, AND YET HERE HE GOES, RUINING IT FOR HIMSELF-]

At least I actually know how to use mine!

_{[ then he stops his movement altogether and just sits there for a moment…

did he really just… ]}

_{[ He’s just going to pull Rex’s hair, tilting his head up but in this way.. ]}

So are you wanting to have sex with me or are you wanting to ruin this for yourself?

_{[ oh um.. scary viltrumite look ]}

[once again]

No! N-no, um...

[It is rare, with his foot in mouth syndrome, that his extremely OP companions ever give him any leeway-]

We can just... Rewind the past few seconds and pretend I never said that.

_{[ There’s an exhale of relief as Mark tries to calm himself down. He knew he had a temper, and although he would never harm someone he cared about, there is still that hostility that runs through his veins that comes with his dad’s side of the family. His grip loosens considerably on Rex and his hands settle flat on his chest. Yeah, he feels a little guilty, but also, that was completely out of line of Rex. ]}

Sorry, but I gotta let you know I’m not going to be treated with disrespect just because I don’t have as much of experience as you do. If you can agree to that, we can start over. If you can’t, then maybe we can talk about this later when you’ve learned to respect me, babe.

Okay, okay! I hear it, I do!

[it's honestly still playing in the bg

He reaches out to toy with one of Mark's hands. Hellfire or no, Rex is lucky that they are still seated comfortably under this cute little blanket and that Mark didn't send him flying with a kick to the jaw...]

Sorry. I guess I'm still dealing with... How you-

[The gesture is meek, cowardly even, but he slowly presses his lips to those fingers as an apology. Mark is an amalgamation of contradictions, so many qualities he has shouldn't exist in one person, and yet they do. It's maddening, mostly because he is a glaring beacon signaling for Rex to do better at all times. And Rex doesn't like being reminded, especially when he feels as though he's already putting in so much effort.]

Sorry.

I know that if we're gonna get anywhere, I'm gonna have to stop comparing myself to you.

[He tilts his head forward, touching the crook of his nose to a few of Mark's knuckles.]

But this superhero gig feels like one giant dick-measuring contest, most days. It doesn't help that the papers make it worse, and I know I shouldn't pay attention to those? But, fuck! What I have goin' for me is kinda just it. I look good, I know what I'm doing in bed, and I... Eat, breathe, sleep combat. I have for the past seven years and I'm not even twenty?

[Rex utters that realization breathlessly; it is the first time he has considered that.]

And then you show up and blow all of that out of the water! I think the reason it pisses me off so much is that... You had a normal life, until a point.

[He sighs.]

Sometimes I forget that where you're at is... Fuck, it's just that, it's normal.

_{[ He appreciates the apology and the kiss on the hand is unexpected, but the overall conversation is making his mood plummet. He feels a ping of guilt and he doesn't like that, so he has to think about why he feels that kind of guilt. Rex is jealous, but everything he's jealous about, Mark doesn't have any control over. It makes his eyebrows slowly pull together. ]}

Alright. And somehow all of that is my fault? I don't really have a say so in any of those things. What do you want me to do about it, Rex? If I piss you off so much just for existing then why the hell are you even with me? I don't know what to say about all of this. I didn't have a say so in my upbringing, and neither did you. What do you want me to do about the hero thing? Should I just not do it? Cause there was a period there for awhile where I was heavily considering throwing in the towel. And my biology now? Jesus. You're fortunate you're not going to outlive everyone you care about like I'm going to have to deal with.

_{[ On that note, he slips off of the other hero, allowing the blanket to remain on Rex. He's on his feet now, hands settling on his hips. He seems stern, but not so much angry. ]}

You're teasing me about not being ready for this, but I think it's the other way around.

[He sits still under that blanket, silent as Mark speaks. Rex does his best to hear the words, straining his ears desperately to catch them all, but they're all drowned out, lost in a whirlpool of never-ending doubt and self loathing. No matter what he does, he is broken and unlovable, and he will always end up with his feet in the snow, standing all by himself, peering at everybody else. Perhaps his no-good mother and father had been right to cast him aside. Eve had been foolish to try her hand at fixing him. Kate just wanted what she thought she couldn't have.]

Maybe I'm not.

[The Mark who stands before him is not likely to be the one he returns to. They are from two different points in time, perhaps different timelines entirely, and it is far more likely that Rex will have to watch not one but two people he loved fall for each other and despise him for being a philandering, obnoxious blowhard. The selfless part of him, the one that knows better, is happy for them. They are good people, gentle and so full of love, and Eve, especially Eve, deserves the kind of person who can give her everything she ever really needed from a partner.

But the loudest voice, the selfish part? It hopes they both get hit by a goddamn comet.]

You're right.

My feelings aren't your fault.

[When will things finally feel right for him, for Rex? As it stands at the moment, if he does not change... He will never be fit for anybody. All things considered, it's both surprising and telling that Mark even let him get this far in the first place.]

I'm sorry.

Having superpowers is great! But they're also super bogus sometimes... 'Cause of how lonely they make us feel.

[He comes to the conclusion that he can't have Mark, can't possess him. They will never be two, not finitely. Still, Rex can love the poor boy while he can. Build him up and keep him warm.

Maybe it's better this way.]

You wanna meet me inside? I should probably clear my head before we head in for the night.

_{[ People aren’t perfect, Mark is still learning. Nolan was a prime example of that— he seemed like such the perfect hero, model, father.. and although Mark knew that people have flaws or sometimes they aren’t always what they seem, the recent development with his father has really knocked the wind out of him and made him untrusting of a lot of people.

It should make him untrusting of Rex, especially after what happened with Eve.

But somehow Mark still lingers by Rex; somehow he still reeled indebted, and, more recently, fond of him. The apology is sincere and he knows it, so he softens both his expression and his stance. Now he’s really not in the mood and Rex is going to really have to work to get him all hot and bothered again.

His hands fall to his sides and he reaches up to gently stroke Rex’s hair, allowing a sigh to pass his lips. ]}

Thank you. For letting me speak and for apologizing. It’s.. fine. And yeah, I’m going to go inside, so.. take your time.

Be gentle on yourself.

_{[ He retracts his hand and walks back to the sliding door to the cabin, shutting it behind him. Man. He feels really guilty, but it’s another lesson he is learning which is standing up for himself.

He hasn’t noticed, but his number has gone down. ]}

[He waits, prepared for some ultimatum that he isn't ready to hear, or more anger. Instead, there is nothing more than a few sentences uttered within reason. No hands thrown or glasses broken.

This has happened before, so many times, and yet he still flinches. Waiting for a sharp blow to the chin or a puncturing of the flesh, and neither occurs, not today.

The door closes on Rex before he can finish, the urge to turn and run rising. But if he does run. He could sprint in the opposite direction and never return, this train is seemingly never-ending, running for an infinite number of miles.]

Yeah.

[But he wants to move forward, even though he's tempted to drag his feet as he does.]

I'll see you later.

[Rex's number also decreases.]

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