Marvin was never one for affection, regardless of if it was romantic or not. He hated being sappy– he felt less of a man. He had a hard time coming to accept himself as it is– so when a smug, cute guy can suddenly make him a mess from the tiniest lingering touches. He's confused about how to act.
They both sat at a bar, almost simultaneously sipping their bourbons. Marvin's eyes flickered between the wood of the surface he was lent on and the horrifically attractive man next to him.
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