Chapter 3
The house is dark when he gets there, but as he sits in his car - debating turning around and leaving - the front door opens.
It's Omyx, in sweats and nothing else.
God really has no mercy on Marvin today.
He piles out of the car, feeling childish and stupid, but Omyx only smiles at him when he gets to the front door.
"You okay?"
Marvin nods mutely, but Omyx's frowning, and that's when Marvin realises he woke up crying and almost hasn't stopped, and that he's limping.
"Come on," Omyx says, taking Marvin's arm gently.
"This way."
"The couch is-"
"You aren't sleeping on the couch, Marvin.
It's freezing."
"But I-"
Omyx pulls him down and kisses his head again, effectively ending his sentence.
"We'll stop by Remy's room on the way," Omyx says quietly.
"You can see for yourself that Remy is fine."
His throat closes up, so when he says, "Thank you," it sounds quiet and wobbly.
Remy is, sure enough, fast asleep and fine under his covers.
Dry, safe.
Marvin watches him for a few minutes, until Omyx pulls him gently, and they go to Omyx's room.
It's sparse, compared to Remy's - everything Omyx has, he gives to his son.
There's something attractive about that.
Marvin will definitely not analyse the fuck out of it later.
"Marvin," Omyx says.
"Huh - yeah?"
Omyx's smiling gently.
"The bed isn't gonna eat you."
He's been standing there long enough that Omyx has stripped down to the cut-off sweatpants he wears to bed.
He's watching Marvin expectantly.
Marvin shrugs his way out of his clothes.
It's not that he's shy about how he looks - he works hard and he knows it shows - but being around Omyx makes him nervous.
He feels vulnerable.
It's almost nice, in a terrifying way.
"You are thinking so damn hard," Omyx groans.
He's already in bed, on his stomach, hands beneath the pillow.
He's got a tattoo on his spine Marvin somehow hasn't noticed before, and his lats are defined as if he'd been hand-drawn by an artist.
"Sorry," Marvin says sheepishly, and climbs into the other side of the bed before he can really stop to consider what he's doing.
He's tired, and his brain is fogged by the stress of his nightmare, and Omyx is offering him something he doesn't know how to ask for, so he takes it.
Selfishly, he takes it.
He rolls onto his side, away from Omyx, and closes his eyes, willing sleep to come.
He's keyed up still, from the nightmare that shook him awake and the implications of what being in Omyx's bed could mean alongside the kisses, and if he lets himself drift too much he's back in yesterday, feeling the drowning man's ribs break beneath his hands.
(He never wanted to hurt people, only help them.
It turns out those can be the same thing.
Nobody warned him.)
"Marvin," Omyx says quietly.
Marvin jumps.
He thought Omyx was asleep.
"Yeah?"
"Roll onto your stomach."
He does.
It's easy to do what Omyx tells him to.
The other man has never led him astray before.
"Easy," Omyx murmurs, which is the only thing that stops buck from jumping when he feels Omyx sitting at his hip, and Omyx's calloused hands on his shoulders, massaging.
He didn't realise how tense he was.
He relaxes, lets Omyx manipulate his head from side to side and dig his fingers into all the tender parts Marvin didn't know existed.
He's falling closer and closer to the edge of sleep.
Even as he does, his belly stirs with heat - he hasn't been touched like this for a long time.
Omyx finds a knot under his shoulder blade, pulls his arm out a little to open the joint up, and digs in.
"Ow!" Marvin says, only remembering to keep his voice down at the last second.
"Sorry, sorry," Omyx says guiltily.
He'd jumped when Marvin had flinched from the pain, and now he's rubbing gently, apologetically, at the kinks that make up Marvin's spinal cord.
"It's supposed to be relaxing.
I didn't realise you were this tense."
"Me neither," Marvin admits.
"I was relaxed."
Maybe a little too relaxed.
He's half hard, which means there's no way he's rolling over anytime soon.
He wants Omyx to keep going - to maybe duck below the waistband of his sweats.
He doesn't think about it too hard.
Being attracted to men is new, but it doesn't feel that different from being attracted to women.
No, the part he's freaked about is that it's Omyx, and knowing Marvin's streak of relationships, he'll almost definitely fuck things up.
"Good." He feels Omyx lay down next to him; his hand keeps moving up and down Marvin's spine, soothing him.
"Go to sleep, cariño."
Cariño, Marvin muses.
It sounds familiar, and affectionate.
If he was more awake, he'd probably be able to work out why.
"Night," he mumbles.
"Goodnight, Marvin."
~*~
He's half awake because the door is opening.
Sometimes, his SEAL training is effective.
Sometimes, because he's out of practice and relaxed, it's not.
Today it's at the halfway mark, where his body instinctively knows that someone is nearby, but doesn't care enough to react.
There's a heavy arm slung over his waist, and someone breathing nearby.
Omyx, Marvin thinks, and the knot of momentary panic in his chest eases.
"Daddy, you didn't tell me Marvin was here!"
Marvin groans, raises his head from the pillow to see Remy attempting to climb onto the bed.
"Hey, buddy," he croaks.
He reaches down with one arm, gets it around Remy, and hauls him up.
"Why're you up so early?"
"We're always awake this early," Omyx's voice mumbles.
"Remy, we said no waking Daddy up before six thirty, didn't we?" His fingers flex at Marvin's hip, and Marvin wishes more than anything that Omyx was dragging him close to kiss him.
"It's six-thirty-five, Dad!"