Monday Morning - New York City
Marcus hated mornings.
He hated airports.
And he hated being famous when he was still tryna wipe eye crust out.
But here they were:
At JFK, rolling through like low-budget celebs, Tamia yelling at them to "walk sexy" for the cameras.
"Nigga, I just wanna find a bagel," Devonte grumbled, dragging his suitcase behind him.
Marcus laughed, tossing an arm over his shoulders.
"C'mon, big man. Give 'em a lil smirk or somethin. We viral now, remember?"
Devonte flipped him off half-heartedly and kept pushing.
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Press Tour Stop #1 - "Good Morning America"
They sat in the green room, mics clipped to their shirts.
Tamia was pacing.
"Okay, reminder - NO TALKIN BOUT THE HEAD GAME," she snapped.
Marcus and Devonte both smirked at each other.
"You know damn well that's all they wanna ask," Marcus said.
Devonte laughed, low and dirty.
Tamia damn near threw her coffee at them.
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Live on Air
The anchor was a Black woman with perfect teeth and a 'don't try me' aura.
She smiled wide into the camera.
"And now...the internet's favorite couple! Marcus Bryant and Devonte Collins!"
Audience clapped and hooted.
Devonte shifted awkward on the couch.
Marcus leaned into the moment, grinning like the troublemaker he was.
"Good mornin, world," he drawled, voice smooth as butter.
Anchor winked.
"So...the people are asking: when did you two realize you were more than just friends?"
Marcus pretended to think.
"Mmm... probably when he kissed me like he was tryna steal my damn soul," he said casually.
Crowd LOST IT.
Devonte groaned, facepalming.
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Backstage
Tamia tackled them both.
"YOU NIGGAS IS UNHINGEDDDDDD," she screamed.
"City Boys up 3000 points," Marcus said proudly.
Devonte just shook his head, laughing.
"I need a drink."
---
Social Media Went Nuclear
Clips of the interview hit TikTok in seconds:
"When he kissed me like he was tryna steal my soul"
Fan edits with sappy ass Daniel Caesar songs.
Memes of Devonte hiding his face like a shy girlfriend.
Edits of Marcus winking at the camera like a damn menace.
Even Rihanna reposted one clip on her story with the caption:
> "Love to see it. Black Love Stay Winning."
Marcus screamed when he saw it.
Literally SCREAMED.
---
Meanwhile, Behind the Scenes
Devonte scrolled his phone, looking stressed.
"Niggas already tryna clout chase," he muttered, showing Marcus his screen.
Old screenshots.
Fake DMs.
People posting "stories" about Devonte being messy before he met Marcus.
Marcus shrugged.
"Let 'em talk, baby. They don't know shit."
He leaned in, kissed Devonte's jaw in front of everybody.
Flashes popped.
Somebody screamed "MY PARENTS."
Tamia filmed it and slapped it on TikTok immediately:
> "When yo man kiss you mid-scandal and now you a trending topic again."
---
Later - Fancy Ass Hotel Suite
They finally crashed in their room.
Marcus flopped onto the king-sized bed.
"Bro...we not built for this celebrity life," he said into the pillows.
Devonte laughed, crawling on top of him.
"Speak for yourself, nigga. I'm tryna be famous enough to get free Popeyes."
Marcus snorted.
Devonte kissed the back of his neck.
Soft.
Real.
Marcus shivered.
Turned around, grabbing Devonte's hoodie and pulling him down into a kiss.
Deep.
Messy.
Needy.
---
Things Got Heated FAST
Devonte lifted Marcus's shirt.
Palmed his bare chest.
Marcus moaned into his mouth.
Clothes started flying.
It wasn't slow or careful tonight.
It was desperate.
Hungry.
Marcus climbed onto Devonte's lap, grinding slow.
Devonte growled low in his throat.
"You tryna start something you can't finish, huh?"
Marcus smirked.
"Finish me then, nigga."
Devonte flipped him onto the bed in one move.
Tore his sweats off.
Marcus spread his legs, biting his lip, eyes daring.
Devonte knelt between them, looking up at him like he was a damn meal.
"You so fuckin pretty," he whispered, voice rough.
Then he went down on him, slow and deep, making Marcus arch off the bed with a broken cry.
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It Was Fire
Marcus pulling Devonte's hair.
Devonte groaning around him.
Bodies sliding together, sweaty and desperate.
Whispers.
Moans.
Curses.
The city lights spilling across the bed as Devonte wrecked him in the best way possible.
Later, tangled together, Marcus whispered:
"We gon' be alright, huh?"
Devonte kissed the side of his neck.
"Ain't nobody breakin this shit up. Promise."
Marcus closed his eyes and believed him.