Title: Break Every Clock Timeframe: 2033 Characters: Leo/Marc AN: This is part 1. Part 2 is PM only, so tell me when you want it Part 1: Leo Lyman re-read the text message conversation for what felt like the 42nd time. L: Hey Marc, my evening class got canceled. You should come over and I’ll make dinner. I might grab some wine and you can stay the night. M: Sounds great! L: Perfect L: See you at 6 L: I am so excited! It was now 6:30 and Marc hadn’t replied or shown up at Leo’s place yet. Leo was worried he had come off too strong. He and Marc had been dating for a few weeks now and certainly discussed the potential of becoming more intimate. Leo liked to take things a bit slow (well, except for that first kiss) plus both of them were insanely busy with school and mid-terms, but Marc seemed to be okay with whatever speed Leo was comfortable with. Marc even bugged Leo every time he blushed when Marc brought up more… practical topics. They had both been out of their last relationships for awhile now and both had gotten tested (and were both clean and healthy). Neither one was the type to be physically intimate without an emotional connection to their partner. They had discussed their preferences (the entire conversation had Leo blushing just thinking about it) and found that they were both versatile, but complementary in their desires. And they liked similar things (cuddling, Leo was so excited for all the cuddling, not that he and Marc hadn’t cuddled, but Leo just loved cuddling). So Leo didn’t think he had come off to presumptuous in inviting Marc for the night but with each passing minute, Leo grew more anxious. Then he heard footsteps down his back steps. Leo lived in a one-bedroom basement suite under a retired congresswoman his dad knew. It could be dark and cramped, but for the price and the privacy, he couldn’t complain (especially since Marc lived with like five friends he had gone to high school with). Marc entered looking pale and defeated. His hair was soaked with rain and his navy blue hoodie soaked. Leo smiled, getting up from his pile of textbooks. “Hi. I made mac and cheese bake.” Marc sighed as he stood on the ‘welcome’ mat. “I am so sorry Leo, that sounds so good, but,” he said, voice softer than normal, pinching his nose. “Dr. Renaldo had us stay late so he could teach us some stuff on this new design program for earthquake simulations, and I’ve just been staring at a computer screen for the past four hours. I thought the drive here might help, but this headache is quickly turning into a migraine.” Marc was now rubbing his eyes quite hard. “You get migraines?” Leo asked, concerned, pulling out a chair from his small table for Marc to sit. He was going to give Marc a nice back rub. Marc didn’t sit. “Yeah, it’s fine. But I honestly just want to crawl up in a dark, warm room and just sleep. Can we maybe do dinner… and stuff tomorrow?” “Of course,” Leo sighed, turning off the stove. “But I’m not letting you drive home if you aren’t feeling well.” Leo took the bake out of the oven and the aroma of bubbling cheese filled the room. “Oh, god.” Marc quickly slipped out of his shoes and dashed for the bathroom. Leo looked down at the dinner feeling so insecure. Marc loved cheese. Leo quickly put the dish in the fridge, not wanting the smell to bother Marc. He then went to check on his boyfriend. Marc was kneeling on the bathroom floor in the dark. He hadn’t barfed. Leo tapped on the light and Marc winced in pain. “Is there anything I can get for you?” “First, please, turn off the light.” “Sorry!” Leo exclaimed quickly, shutting it off. Marc had mentioned wanting darkness. “You wouldn’t happen to have some Tylenol with codeine?” “No, but I can run to the CVS right down the road. Is there anything else that would make you feel better?” “No, I just need to get home and lay with a warm compress on my forehead.” “I can buy you a warm-pack,” Leo insisted. “Just spend the night. I’m worried about you.” “Okay,” Marc relented, using the counter to help him stand up. Leo moved to support him. “I’m fine, I just need to be horizontal.” Leo helped Marc to the bedroom, sat him on the bed and consciously remembered not to turn on the light. Leo quickly went to his dresser, brushed all the unlit tea-candles that were on top into the drawer and got out a pair of plaid pyjama pants, a baggy shirt, and a large sweatshirt, glad that he and Marc were roughly the same size, at least for lounge and sleep-wear. Marc was already unbuttoning his jeans. “Sorry this evening isn’t going to be what you planned.” “No, no….” Leo was momentarily distracted by the hardness of Marc’s legs as the denim slid off of them. “Thought maybe we can cuddle when I get back.” Leo handed Marc the pyjamas. “Normally I just kinda like to wallow in my misery by myself when these things hit,” he said, covering his body back up again. “But if the room stops spinning, cuddling might be nice.” “Okay,” Leo pressed a kiss to Marc’s cheek as he helped him into the freshly washed sheets. “I’ll be back soon. Feel better.” “Hey Leo?” “Yeah?” “Make sure you got condoms for tomorrow. These sheets are too nice to ruin.” Leo felt his face get very, very warm. * * * Marc heard Leo return. God, that man was loud. Marc’s migraines were mainly visual and light sensitivity and the darkness was so nice, but the slamming of the microwave door wasn’t helping. “Marc?” Leo showed up at the bedroom door. At least now he was whispering… sort of. Marc sat up and leaned on his elbow. “Hm?” Leo entered. “Here’s a glass of water, and I bought Tylenol with codeine and Gravol and two warm packs which are just in the microwave.” “Thanks, Leo.” Marc said, taking the bottle of Tylenol and popping two in his mouth. He washed them down with the water. “I don’t want to resort to knocking my out with Gravol just yet.” “Okay. Can I make you some butter toast or something? I don’t think you should be taking those on an empty stomach.” “Yeah, thanks,” Marc said, laying back down. Leo’s sheets were so soft and warm. Leo returned with the warm-packs, which Marc put on his forehead and neck. A few minutes later he walked out to the kitchen, warm-pack still pressed to his face, to see Leo buttering four slices of toast (Leo had to use the oven since he didn’t own a toaster like some freak). “Marc? What do you need?” “A bit of food and not to get crumbs in your bed,” he said, turning off most of the lights until the single light - the one above the sink, remained. He then sat at the table and was served by Leo. “I can wash my sheets, you know?” “Yeah, but I want to fall asleep in them tonight next to you.” Leo smiled, biting into his own toast. “Yeah?” “But it’s going to be bit of a disappointing night for all your efforts Lyman.” Leo blushed - he seemed to be doing that a lot with Marc. “I actually love the idea of just falling asleep holding you.” “I get to be the big spoon.” “No, not when you aren’t feeling well.” Marc grunted in resignation and there was a comfortable lull in the room as they ate. “Do these… migraines happen often?” Leo asked. “No, no, not since my surgery.” “Surgery?” “I was born with some pretty bad eye issues. I was practically blind if I didn’t wear my glasses and I would get bad migraines. I had laser surgery about two years ago now and thankfully I get nowhere as near as many headaches and migraines now. Only if I stare at equations and simulations for endless hours on a screen.” Leo nodded as Marc took a sip of his water. “I’d better lie down again,” Marc said, getting up. “Do you mind if I clean up then come to bed?” “Leo, you don’t need to spend your Thursday evening in bed with me. It isn’t even 8 yet.” “But I want to.” Marc gave him a small smile. The migraine wasn’t too bad. “Okay.” He re-heated the packs and walked back into the room, climbing into the bed, he buried himself back in Leo’s pillows. Leo came in a short while later. He had changed out of his jeans and into a pair of pyjama pants and a shirt. “Just because we aren’t having fun tonight doesn’t mean you have to sleep fully dressed,” Marc teased, fully aware he was being hypocritical - but he was sick. “What?” Leo asked. “This is what I wear to bed.” Marc simply sighed and let Leo wrap his arms around him. They talked quietly for hours and fell asleep like that. * * * “Feeling better?” That was the first question Leo asked Marc in the morning as Marc rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Hmhm,” Marc affirmed, smiling up at Leo. “Thanks for everything.” “Of course.” Leo pulled Marc closer, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “This was amazing.” “I don’t know what kind of sex you had in the past, but it must have really sucked because we didn’t even do anything.” Leo chuckled. “I meant just waking up next to you.” Marc took in a deep breath. “Yeah. Something I want to do again, but maybe without the migraine. And with sex.” “Tonight?” “Sounds like a date. I don’t want that mac and cheese bake to go to waste.” “No, never.” Leo’s phone then started to ring. He grabbed it off the nightstand and answered the FaceTime call when his thumb accidentally hit the button. “Leo?” “Mom!” Leo exclaimed in a very high pitched voice, quickly covering up Marc with the blanket, much to Marc’s unamusement. The camera probably didn’t pick him up anyways. Marc pulled the blanket off of his head and glared at Leo. “Leo? Is everything alright?” “Yep, yep, everything’s fine here. How are you?” Leo held the phone above him. “Everyone is fine here. I just wanted to catch you before you ran off to class. I know you probably have plans this evening with Marc. Uncle Sam just wants numbers for Thanksgiving.” “Well, I was going to ask Marc, but it is kinda early for normal people to know what they are doing.” “Yeah, but you know your Aunt Ainsley—” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll get an answer.” Leo looked away his phone to Marc on the other pillow, who shrugged. “I think it will be yes.” “Oh good. We can’t wait to meet him. He sounds so wonderful.” “He’s just amazing.” Leo just couldn’t help but look over again and smile. “What do you keep looking over at?” Leo began to stutter. He had been caught. “I… umm… there’s….” “A cute boy in your bed?” Marc whispered. He would have yelled it, but he didn’t know Donna at all. Still, it got Leo blushing. This was a whole new side to Leo. Marc had only just found out that this cocky, confident man, was actually so bashful and insecure deep down. “Is everything okay hun? You look really red and you’ve been sounding funny since you answered. Is that a heat pack beside you in bed. Are you sick?” “No, Mom, I’m fine.” “You sure, because I can be there in just a few hours.” “No, I’m fine, Mom.” “Oh, Leo. I can come for the weekend, sleep on your couch, make you some matzah ball soup.” Marc’s eyes went wide. First a migraine and now Leo’s mother? Leo let out a sigh. He was going to have to come clean to prevent his mom from coming. “Marc just wasn’t feeling well.” “Marc? Marc’s there! Oh Leo! You should have just told me.” “Mom, it’s not what it looks like. Marc just had a migraine.” Marc moved into see Leo’s screen, resting his head on Leo’s chest. “Hi, Donna. I’m Marc.” “Oh, hi Marc. I’ll let you two go now.” Suddenly there was yelling on her end. “Donna! Donna! What are you doing? Is that Leo? Let me talk to him!” “Josh, he’s busy, I was just about to let him be.” “It’s like 8 in the morning! What could he possibly be doing that’s more important than talking to his father?” There then seemed like there was a struggle over the phone. His father seemed to win but then they heard Donna yell, “Marc! He’s in bed with Marc!” Leo’s face just got redder. “MOM!” Marc just laughed. “Oh, okay, Leo!” his father yelled. “Have fun with Marc and we’ll call you back.” “We love you!” his mom shouted. “Love you guys too,” Leo said with a smile before hanging up the call. He looked down at Marc. “So those were my parents.” Marc just laughed.