Who Ya Gonna Call?!

He frowned, looking sincerely hurt.

"Well, I only made this especially for you...but it's fine, I guess."

He ran his hands through his hair.

"It's not because of you..." He said quietly.

"Just not hungry?"

"Sort of..." He yawned. "First, can I use your shower?"

He winked.

"Naughty naughty boy, but I don't mind--of course you can."

Mars glared.

"You be quiet. Just show me how your shower works and don't you dare make a remark about that!"

Priestly took off his jacket, laying it on his chair.

"Sure thing."

Mars just crossed his arms.

"Well?"

He quickly ushered mars into the bathroom, accidentally touching his butt only once or twice.

"Do you know how to work a shower?" he said slowly and clearly.

He glared at Priestly, obviously embarrassed.

"Just show me."

"Okay, you turn this knob for hot water, this one for cold, and then you pull this so it comes out of the shower head instead of the faucet. There's also room for another person to shower with you, and there's soap and shampoo clearly labeled right there. Kindly don't touch my hair products. Any questions?"

He smiled kindly at Mars.

"Yes, thank you." He replied simply. "You can leave now."

"Call me if you have any trouble," he cooed, patting Mars's ass on the way out.

"You said no touching!" Mars hissed before he slammed the door.

Stupid, stupid Priestly!

"Oh, did I touch you?" he thought aloud. "I didn't notice..." Shrugging Priestly went off to play some video games; GTA was calling.

-x-

After he'd changed into his pajamas, which was a wimpy nightgown, he headed towards his room, hoping to bypass Priestly on the way there.

Naturally, the games room was right in his path; Priestly sat in front of the tv, swearing loudly into a headset.

"Shut up and shoot, you little punk kid!!"

He frowned deeply and cautiously he walked into the room.

He looked up, shutting off the game and putting down the headset.

"Ah, did you enjoy your shower? You sure were in there a while..." He restrained himself, waggling his eyebrows only slightly.

"Whatever you're insinuating, kindly stop."

He glared at Priestly before continuing his walk to his room.

"Goodnight."

"It's only seven o' clock!" he called, following Mars. "Besides, I want to talk to you."

Frowning deeper, he paused at his doorway.

"About what?"

He moved a little bit too close, smiling dreamily.

"Everything, anything--I want to get to know you better, since you're so hell-bent on hating me."

Of course, that caused Mars to take a step back, the same time he started to speak. His foot caught on something, though, and he ended up falling onto Priestly. Sexily ;D

Taking this to be divine intervention, Priestly wrapped his arms around Mars.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a voice that said, "I can make you okay, if you aren't. You know. In bed."