Pizza

Marco's POV

"Who was that?" I finally asked after swimming in my own anxiety and curiosity for a good ten minutes. I had expected Pedro to try and explain what had happened but he had just come back with the box of pizza in his hands and went straight to the kitchen, avoiding my eyes totally. I would have asked immediately if I wasn't trying to calm my racing heart and remind myself that I wasn't getting murdered yet. He came back to the living room without the pizza box and had practically dragged me wordlessly back to the kitchen.

"He's no one you should be worried about" he replied still avoiding my eyes. The pizza box was already open and the whole place smelt of flour and cheese. His big frame was slouched from exhaustion and his handsome face held a tight apprehensive frown.

"Everything that just happened is enough for me to get worried" I replied despite my mind telling me to lay off for now and probably ask him when he was in a better mood.

"And I said you shouldn't worry" he replied in a low voice still without looking at me. He dug into the box that held our dinner which was getting cold and took a slice out. He put the thin end into his mouth and took a medium sized bite and began to chew slowly, looking straight ahead like he was thinking of something.

"But..."

"But nothing Marco!" He snapped in a voice that I could have sworn was thunder causing me take a few steps back in fright. "He was here and now he's gone and that's that. Nothing to fucking worry about"

He had dropped the half eaten slice of pizza in his hand back into the box and had turned to look at me finally but I wished he hadn't because I couldn't decide which was more scary. His voice or the anger in his eyes. He must have seen how scared I was because his eyes softened once more and he began to slowly walk towards me. I was still scared though. With every step he took, I took two backwards.

"I'm sorry Marco. I shouldn't have...."

I found myself running out of the kitchen and up the stairs back to the room. I shut the door and went to lay down on the bed. I was expecting him to pursue me but he didn't. I lay on the bed, hungry as hell, scared, sad and exhausted. I knew I deserved the way he snapped at me because I was being incurably annoying but it still hurt. The idea of him being mad at me hurt and I knew I had just behaved like a little kid throwing a tantrum but that was how I actually felt around him. Like a little kid. I closed my eyes to stop the tears that were threatening from pouring and I must have fallen asleep because the next time I opened them, it felt like my stomach was on fire.

I picked up my phone and the time was 1:56am. He must have gone to bed by now. I stood up from the bed and slowly unlocked the door and tiptoed past the room he had told me was his room. I went down the stairs as quietly as I could. The house was quiet and all the lights were off but somehow I made it to the big kitchen and successfully turned on the light. The pizza box was still on the counter although covered this time. I sat down on one of the chairs around the counter and opened the box. The pizza was still intact except from the slice that Pedro had taken out earlier. Too hungry to even think of heating it up, I took out a slice and plugged it into my mouth. It was cold and the crusts were harder but I didn't care. I've had worse. I was three slices down when I needed a drink to wet my tongue again. I came down from the chair and walked over to the fridge. I opened it and my eyes almost fell out. It was filled to the brim with every nice thing one could think of. I looked at all the foodstuffs and I began to wonder why I was having pizza for dinner. I was so lost in the sea of goodies, I didn't hear him behind me until he spoke.

"A fan of midnight snacks, I can see" I froze. Both from surprise and fear. His voice was low, almost a whisper and I could feel his breath tickling my ears. I should have thought carefully about my next line of action because I swung around immediately and hit the brick wall that was his chest which for some reason was bare. I froze, my appetite now knocked into the fire of abyss. My eyes fell on his face for a few seconds before it began to wander to the more interesting parts of the night. I had only imagined his chest being big and solid but those imaginations did not prepare me for the rock wonder that was in front of me. My eyes fell from his muscled arms which imprisoned me to the body of the refrigerator, his broad muscled chest and then his toned abs of his stomach ending in a v that I didn't dare imagine where it led to under the waistband of his shorts. I found out that I was hungry again but not hungry for food but for this figure in front of me. I wanted to run my hands over his chest, his stomach and infact all over his perfect skin. He had a tattoo on the left hand side of his chest that said 'Reborn' written in cursive and adorned with a single rose beside it.

"My eyes are up here" he teased dragging me back to earth from the hypnosis his body put me into. I looked at his face and there was a knowing smirk on it. His eyes were dark and they trapped mine immediately. His hair was sleep messy and that seemed to add to the whole package of sexiness.

"I see you finally decided to be an adult again" he continued, the smirk still on his face. His comment reminded me of the earlier events of the night and I got angry.

"And I want to go back to bed again, so if you don't mind, excuse me" I said silently praying that he would move back so that I could breathe properly again but instead he came closer till we were practically breathing the same air.

"Are you still mad at me?" He said in that voice that was slowly driving me crazy. Once again I could feel my anger being replaced by lust. I felt my blood rushing downwards and I silently wished he wouldn't look down or come close enough to be poked by my semi hard member.

"I just want to go to bed" I managed to squeak out.

"Are you still mad?" He growled again and I felt a little bit of precum escape my tip.

"No" I said hoping that it would encourage him to let me go but I was horribly wrong.

"Then have dinner with me like we originally planned"

"But I already ate" I protested in a voice that held little or no weight. Deep down I knew I wasn't going to win but I couldn't lose without trying to fight.

"You will eat again then"

"I'm full"

"Then you will watch me eat"

At this point, I knew I had lost and I only needed to nod a little before he smiled and finally moved back causing me to release the breath I didn't know I was holding. I went and sat back down on the chair I had abandoned and tortured myself with the sight of Mr. Sexy preparing a bowl of cereal for himself. Seeing him without a shirt on was like looking at the stone statue of a Greek God. The way his muscles tensed and released, the small bulge in his shorts, the handsome outline of his face; the man reeked of perfection.

"Why did you lie?" I asked trying to distract myself. He looked up from the milk he was pouring into the bowl with a curious and yet amused look on his face.

"What did I lie about?" He asked and dropped the milk on the counter, turning to face me fully now.

"You said there was nothing to cook while you have groceries enough to last you a month"

He turned to face the bowl again, a gentle smile tugging the side of his lips.

"You don't know how to cook, do you?" I continued smiling a little too now happy that I finally knew something he didn't know how to do.

"Something like that" he replied in a whisper this time causing me to laugh.

"Are you laughing at me?" He asked in a serious voice but I could hear the gentle humor in it. He was smiling now.

"Why didn't you just tell me? I could have made something for us" I said when I finally stopped laughing.

"And risk you burning your pretty hands, no thank you" innocent words but somehow they managed to turn me bright red like a tomato. I couldn't hold his gaze anymore and suddenly my fingers became so much more interesting. I could still feel his gaze on me but I didn't dare look up.

"If I tell you about the guy who came around earlier, will you clear me up on something?"

His question was unexpected. I looked up at him and I knew he was being serious.

"Okay..." I responded hoping that he wouldn't ask something difficult after.

"Very well then. He is just someone who took things more seriously than he should have"

"How?" I asked

"Let's just say he fell in love with the wrong person"

"You mean he fell in love with you" I didn't mean the sass in my voice but I couldn't help it either. He shrugged and took a spoon of the cold cereal.

"It looked like you were cheating on him or something, were you guys dating?" I asked even though I couldn't give a name to what I was feeling at the moment.

"I don't date" he said nonchalantly and I don't know why but I felt the low blow of disappointment.

"Okay" I replied and began to look at the table in front of me trying to look as neutral as possible.

"So my turn" he said forcing me to look at him again. The bowl of cereal was empty now and he was rinsing it off in the sink.

"Who is the dude that you live with? Your boyfriend?" I instantly knew he was talking about Rodrigo and I don't know why but I suddenly felt like letting him have a taste of what I was feeling. Even though I didn't really know if it would affect him in any way.

"Yes, he is my boyfriend" I blurted out.

"Oh" was the only thing he said. He kept a straight face but I had looked at that face long enough to know that he was trying to mask how he was actually feeling. He finished rinsing the bowl and cleared the counter without saying another word. After he was done, he stared blankly at me and said "you can go to bed now" and in that instant I knew I had hit him hard and I was satisfied.

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