All Chapters of Mark Me Yours: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In short order, Scott had an overnight bag packed, thanks to direction from Rayan, who lay curled up in his blanket on the bed. It gave Scott a chance to explore the tiny place. Rayan really didn't have much, a few clothes in the tiny closet, and practically no clutter to speak of. He wanted to check the fridge and cabinets too, partly out of curiosity and partly out of concern, but for the time being he decided it was best not to pry too much. Scott found Rayan's collar on the floor in the bathroom, figuring that once Rayan was feeling better, he'd want to wear it again. His suppressant meds were by the sink. "Okay, I've got your stuff together. Hairbrush, toothbrush, everything. You'll need to put on pants. Would these pajama bottoms I found be okay?" Scott pulled a shabby pair of plaid pants out of the closet and held them up for approval. "Yeah..." Rayan sat up and held out his hand. Scott tossed them over. Rayan wiggled them on without

"LET ME UP! LET ME UP! LETMEUP!!!" Scott woke up to Rayan frantically tearing his arms away and throwing the blanket off. He ran off to the bathroom before Scott could even grab the trashcan. "D-don't come in here!" Rayan ordered as he slammed the bathroom door. The noise that followed indicated his emptying out of an entirely different orifice. What time was it? They must have fallen asleep at some point. The television was stuck on the 'Are you still watching?' screen. Scott stretched, several joints popping. He checked his phone. It was nearly 2am. Scott waited an appropriate amount of time, taking the opportunity to change into some sleepware, then gently tapped on the door. "You okay in there?" he asked. A moaning "I'm... okaaay..." was his reply. Scott went back to the living room and measured out another dose of medicine, stifling a yawn. He went ahead

It was getting close to dinner time, and right as Scott decided to call it quits, Rayan's stomach growled quietly. They settled on salad, as Rayan really didn't want to think about sandwiches for a while and Scott didn't want him eating anything too greasy yet. It was something Scott would have to go pick up, so Rayan bummed the use of his shower while he was gone. He vaguely remembered maybe having one yesterday, but in all honesty, the past few days were kind of blurry. He didn't like to go more than a day without showering, it made him feel gross. Scott had

"Hey, sorry I missed your call a few days ago, bro. I was riding high on the horny–mone train. You didn't leave a message or call back or nothing, so I just assumed things were Gucci." The overnight shift at the shipping company started half an hour ago. It was just Michael and Rayan loading a small truck, their other teammate, Jack, had been pulled to work the forklift for the warehouse. 

The promise of food was enough to get them going. Scott didn't press when Rayan changed behind the bathroom door, even though they came close to something much more intimate the night before. Even if, in all honesty, he wouldn't mind getting to see Rayan's ass again, some things you just couldn't rush. Sometimes, the timing had to be right. Rayan on the other hand, had his wheels turning all morning about what happened the night before. He decided that yes, he was ready for things to go to the next level. What he was stuck on was the other bit of information Scott had given him. Both now dressed, they made their way from the apartment to the parking garage, hand in hand. Scott had braided Rayan's hair again, and was not only carrying his work bag, but Rayan's overnight bag as well. Scott glanced over at his boyfriend, who appeared lost in thought. "Penny for your thoughts?" "Let's... get to your car