Mars just stared him in the eyes, clenching his fists. Immense disgust filled his stomach as he realized that he was enjoying every moment of this. He averted his eyes briefly, trying not to think about the overwhelming scent. It was familiar in the worst possible way. It smelled like the shower after Priestly had used it, or more likely, as they were using it together.
Then, he looked at him again, and he grabbed Priestly by the shirt and he reversed their positions, shoving Priestly against the wall he had just been against. He gritted his teeth, staring at him. How he wanted to do so many things to him. He wanted to punch him, and he wanted to kiss him and, worse, he wanted to do so, so much more than that.
"...leave me the hell alone," he said quietly, staring at him still.
Then, he looked at him again, and he grabbed Priestly by the shirt and he reversed their positions, shoving Priestly against the wall he had just been against. He gritted his teeth, staring at him. How he wanted to do so many things to him. He wanted to punch him, and he wanted to kiss him and, worse, he wanted to do so, so much more than that.
"...leave me the hell alone," he said quietly, staring at him still.