"Hey Man..."

He kissed him on the cheek and waggled his brows, daring him to do something.

Mars shoved Priestly against the wall of the shower, glaring at him. But, before he did something he'd regret, he smiled a pained smile.

"Move so I can rinse my hair," he replied.

"Don't you have me right where you want me?" he teased, touching Mars's cheek. It was warm, he noted with amusement.

Mars clenched his jaw. He stared at Priestly, trying to figure out what he was thinking. But it was a futile task and he knew it; he couldn't figure him out.

"No," he replied after far too long. "I'm not like you."

He laughed. "But do you want to be like me? It's not that easy, I'll have you know. You have to get a lot of regrettable tattoos first."

"Of course I don't want to be like you," he replied, grabbing the showerhead so he could rinse his hair. "You're....you're...I don't know, I don't know what you're like, but you're weird, and, well, a faggot sometimes, and I'm just saying, I don't want to be anything like that."

Mars wondered if Priestly even believed him. To be honest, he didn't even believe his own lies, anymore. He had stopped trying to pretend he didn't sleep with men, but he couldn't bring himself to accept it, either. No, all he could do was pray for his urges to go away, all the while indulging himself.

Thinking about it made him angry, and he shoved the showerhead back into place when he finished. He glanced at Priestly before he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel.

Priestly finished washing up, humming a happy song all the while, and followed him into the room son after. He was still dripping wet; he sopped up the water from his hair and wiped off his limbs as he walked.

"So, are you in need of sustenance, or is it just off to bed for us?"

He snorted, rifling through his bag for his pajamas. He glanced at Priestly to see if he was watching, only because he was hoping to keep his stash of condoms and lubricant a secret. He pulled on his pajama bottoms and laid down, pulling the blankets over him.

"Sustenance?" he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Are you implying something?"

"Yes," he said, grinning. "I thought you and I might be feeling the same, right about now."

Mars frowned.

"If you're going to...do that," he waved his hand. "Then do it somewhere else, I don't want you to do it when you're right next to me anymore."

Priestly pulled the package of Oreos out of his bag.

"I fully intend to share, I'm sure it's fine."

Mars felt his face turn red. He felt like an idiot.

"...never mind," he grumbled, pulling the blankets over his head. "I don't want any."

He ate a cookie, smiling to himself.

"I think these are my favorite kind of cookie--back in the day, I'd always eat some after sex."

He groaned.

"Go to bed!" he snapped, rolling over to glare at Priestly. "I'm tired."

He poured himself a glass of water and sat on the bed, nibbling his cookies.

"You sure you don't want any? They're America's favorite, you know."

Mars hit Priestly in the back.

"Eating before bed is bad for you," he replied matter-of-factly. "You're not going to work off those calories."

"Hmm?" He licked the cream from between the two cookies. "If you're so worried, help me work it off."

Mars glared at him.

"Only if you need me for real exercise," he replied.

"Very real exercise," he said, washing the cookie down with water.

"Fine, I'll help you," he replied, sitting up in the bed. "Do you lift weights or what?"

"I do this," he said, and he tackled Mars, kissing him on the lips and slipping a hand into his pants.

Mars, who for once in the entire time he had been around Priestly, hadn't been expecting him to do that. He squirmed, and he moved to shove Priestly away, but he didn't. When he realized what was happening, and how it was pretty much too late to hide arousal, he just gave in. He kissed him back, moving one hand to pull his pants off.

He began stroking him, and nuzzled his neck. He did this without words; years of experience had taught him that sometimes, actions said far more.

Mars gasped, wrapping his arms around Priestly. He threw his head back, glad that Priestly was silent. He didn't want to think about it, or to be mocked or made fun of. He just wanted it to happen, and though he was afraid of what would happen afterwards, he didn't care at the moment.

He scraped his teeth against Mars's neck gently, very gently; with his other hand, he groped his back and ass, exploring every inch of smooth skin.