Drabble: Jealous
The whole reason they are on this holiday was because Ric wanted to see some of the sights at different (as in not where the military had sent them) and new locations before they went back home to Mexico. Or as is really the case, back home for Ric and actually introducing Martini to his Mama and their home in Mexico for the first time.
Mainland Greece is beautiful, but currently they are visiting one of the many islands. Zakynthos, or Zante as it is also known, where the sea is so crystal clear that it feels like you are staring into a sheet of glass and so bright that you need to wear sunglasses or risk a headache.
They’ve got a private villa with its own pool, not that they need it because the beaches are stunning and at this time of year, before all the party-goers arrive, it’s just quiet enough that you can happily sunbathe on the beach without fighting for a spot but the bars and restaurants are open late into the evening. The sun is high in the sky, a cool breeze comes off of the sea taking the edge off of the heat and this stretch of beach is still fairly empty. Ric is sprawled on his front on one of the towels they had spread out for sun-worshipping, eyes closed and sun glasses firmly in place. Mark wandered off a short while a go down to the water’s edge and dive in to cool off, skin slick with sweat and sun tan lotion.
The steady throb of an off-board motor breaks the silence but it’s not annoying, more of a steady sound that lulls Ric into that suspended state between sleep and wakefulness. The noise cuts off yet still Ric doesn’t both to look up, even though now there are voices raised in casual conversation, snippets that can just about be made out over the constant lapping of the waves against the sand. It’s the breathless laughter that Ric knows all too well which forces a frown to cross his features, tilting his had up so that his chin is resting against his crossed arms Ric watches as Mark gets chatted up by some guy in a boat.
Some days it’s funny how easily Martini gets drawn into conversations, never able to meet their gazes but they tend not to be bothered by that. Too easily distracted by just how stunningly handsome the guy is. As well as odd. Incredibly odd. Even more so when he’s eating two ice creams all to himself whilst Ric wanders alongside him content with his one ice cream and so easily amused by his other half and his antics.
Ric notes that it’s the same glass bottomed boat that takes tourists out to Turtle Island and to watch the researchers as they check the wild turtles that happen past. They’ve already been out over to the island earlier this week and the same guy had tried to chat to Mark then, smiling and flirting away. Even going so far as to invite him out for a drink which at that point Ric had stepped in and distracted Mark with something or other. Probably a fish.
Thinking nothing more of it Ric settles back down and waits for Mark to return, ignoring the tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach as he listens to Martini laugh.
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That evening they’re out in Laganas, it’s considered to be party central in high season but right now it’s busy but not packed out. Ric and Mark are enjoying cocktails at some bar where the music is loud and the lights bright, Ric’s got his fingers laced with Mark’s as they watch the bartenders fool about to attract more customers in, setting light to straws stuffed with tissue wedged down the back of the jeans and racing around the bar to see who is fastest.
Sliding off his stool to head off into the bathrooms Ric is gone no more than five minutes but, as he comes through the swing doors he catches sight of some guy sat in his seat. Body angled towards Mark as he slings an arm across his boyfriends’ shoulders all casual and friendly but the gesture sets off a spark in the pit of his stomach. The jealousy boils and burns like acid, eating away at the numbing effects of the alcohol Ric has already consumed and leaving him shockingly sober and almost livid with anger. He can feel his mutation threatening to kick in and shake the very foundations with how irritated he feels right now.
No-one touches his boyfriend.
What’s worse is that Mark seems oblivious to the attention, to the way that the guy is clearly trying to angle for something more than just a friendly conversation, the same guy from the boat. It’s at that moment that Martini looks up and catches Ric’s eye and that’s enough to tell the Mexican that his boyfriend has had enough of the attention and doesn’t want to cause a scene but he will if he has too.
That’s the thing with the island, mutants are welcome but they are encouraged to keep their mutations in check. So far the boys have been pretty good... well apart from when they are in the private confines of their bedroom but that’s different!
Crossing the bar, Ric comes to stand on Mark’s opposite side and slides his hand down the flushed skin of Mark’s arm, lacing their fingers together as he leans in for a kiss. It’s not even a gentle kiss; this one is all teeth and tongues. Possession and claim on both parts. It takes them a good few moments to break apart and when they do Ric’s lips fall to Mark’s ear, mouthing at the shell and tugging on the lobe with his teeth. “Let’s get out of here.”
And with that Mark shrugs off the arm around his shoulder and literally drags Ric out of the club and into the nearest cab, manhandling the Mexican onto the backseat as he tries to give directions back to their villa. “Someone’s got green eyes?”
Ric tilts his head back as Mark’s teeth graze the skin and muscle of his neck and hums in response. There’s no point denying that he gets so easily jealous when other people touch his boyfriend. Of course there are people who are exceptions to the rules but those people aren’t here so witnessing the way that the same guy has been pursuing Mark over the last four or so days has driven Ric slowly mad. He chuckles as the taxi driver turns up his radio, trying to ignore the boys on the backseat. “I think we should move onto a new destination, I’m bored of the Greeks. How does Italy sound to you?”
“When in Rome!” Mark gets distracted for a moment as Ric’s hands wander. “Say does that mean that you’re gonna wear a toga?”
“You dressing up like a soldier for me?” The taxi bumps over a hole in the road making the guys both laugh as they bounce on the back seat.
“Can I keep the sword?”
“Just so long as you don’t use it on anyone else.”
Mainland Greece is beautiful, but currently they are visiting one of the many islands. Zakynthos, or Zante as it is also known, where the sea is so crystal clear that it feels like you are staring into a sheet of glass and so bright that you need to wear sunglasses or risk a headache.
They’ve got a private villa with its own pool, not that they need it because the beaches are stunning and at this time of year, before all the party-goers arrive, it’s just quiet enough that you can happily sunbathe on the beach without fighting for a spot but the bars and restaurants are open late into the evening. The sun is high in the sky, a cool breeze comes off of the sea taking the edge off of the heat and this stretch of beach is still fairly empty. Ric is sprawled on his front on one of the towels they had spread out for sun-worshipping, eyes closed and sun glasses firmly in place. Mark wandered off a short while a go down to the water’s edge and dive in to cool off, skin slick with sweat and sun tan lotion.
The steady throb of an off-board motor breaks the silence but it’s not annoying, more of a steady sound that lulls Ric into that suspended state between sleep and wakefulness. The noise cuts off yet still Ric doesn’t both to look up, even though now there are voices raised in casual conversation, snippets that can just about be made out over the constant lapping of the waves against the sand. It’s the breathless laughter that Ric knows all too well which forces a frown to cross his features, tilting his had up so that his chin is resting against his crossed arms Ric watches as Mark gets chatted up by some guy in a boat.
Some days it’s funny how easily Martini gets drawn into conversations, never able to meet their gazes but they tend not to be bothered by that. Too easily distracted by just how stunningly handsome the guy is. As well as odd. Incredibly odd. Even more so when he’s eating two ice creams all to himself whilst Ric wanders alongside him content with his one ice cream and so easily amused by his other half and his antics.
Ric notes that it’s the same glass bottomed boat that takes tourists out to Turtle Island and to watch the researchers as they check the wild turtles that happen past. They’ve already been out over to the island earlier this week and the same guy had tried to chat to Mark then, smiling and flirting away. Even going so far as to invite him out for a drink which at that point Ric had stepped in and distracted Mark with something or other. Probably a fish.
Thinking nothing more of it Ric settles back down and waits for Mark to return, ignoring the tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach as he listens to Martini laugh.
--
That evening they’re out in Laganas, it’s considered to be party central in high season but right now it’s busy but not packed out. Ric and Mark are enjoying cocktails at some bar where the music is loud and the lights bright, Ric’s got his fingers laced with Mark’s as they watch the bartenders fool about to attract more customers in, setting light to straws stuffed with tissue wedged down the back of the jeans and racing around the bar to see who is fastest.
Sliding off his stool to head off into the bathrooms Ric is gone no more than five minutes but, as he comes through the swing doors he catches sight of some guy sat in his seat. Body angled towards Mark as he slings an arm across his boyfriends’ shoulders all casual and friendly but the gesture sets off a spark in the pit of his stomach. The jealousy boils and burns like acid, eating away at the numbing effects of the alcohol Ric has already consumed and leaving him shockingly sober and almost livid with anger. He can feel his mutation threatening to kick in and shake the very foundations with how irritated he feels right now.
No-one touches his boyfriend.
What’s worse is that Mark seems oblivious to the attention, to the way that the guy is clearly trying to angle for something more than just a friendly conversation, the same guy from the boat. It’s at that moment that Martini looks up and catches Ric’s eye and that’s enough to tell the Mexican that his boyfriend has had enough of the attention and doesn’t want to cause a scene but he will if he has too.
That’s the thing with the island, mutants are welcome but they are encouraged to keep their mutations in check. So far the boys have been pretty good... well apart from when they are in the private confines of their bedroom but that’s different!
Crossing the bar, Ric comes to stand on Mark’s opposite side and slides his hand down the flushed skin of Mark’s arm, lacing their fingers together as he leans in for a kiss. It’s not even a gentle kiss; this one is all teeth and tongues. Possession and claim on both parts. It takes them a good few moments to break apart and when they do Ric’s lips fall to Mark’s ear, mouthing at the shell and tugging on the lobe with his teeth. “Let’s get out of here.”
And with that Mark shrugs off the arm around his shoulder and literally drags Ric out of the club and into the nearest cab, manhandling the Mexican onto the backseat as he tries to give directions back to their villa. “Someone’s got green eyes?”
Ric tilts his head back as Mark’s teeth graze the skin and muscle of his neck and hums in response. There’s no point denying that he gets so easily jealous when other people touch his boyfriend. Of course there are people who are exceptions to the rules but those people aren’t here so witnessing the way that the same guy has been pursuing Mark over the last four or so days has driven Ric slowly mad. He chuckles as the taxi driver turns up his radio, trying to ignore the boys on the backseat. “I think we should move onto a new destination, I’m bored of the Greeks. How does Italy sound to you?”
“When in Rome!” Mark gets distracted for a moment as Ric’s hands wander. “Say does that mean that you’re gonna wear a toga?”
“You dressing up like a soldier for me?” The taxi bumps over a hole in the road making the guys both laugh as they bounce on the back seat.
“Can I keep the sword?”
“Just so long as you don’t use it on anyone else.”