Oliver's at breakfast. He sees Marcus look at him. It's going to be one of those days.
Those days when Marcus follows him, walks into him, and they look at each other. Those days when Marcus yanks him into a closet.
Marcus kisses Oliver, pushing his mouth open, pressing Oliver against a shelf. A line of pain cuts Oliver's back.
Marcus's hands are on Oliver's shoulders and Oliver goes down, down. His jaw aches, his mouth is hot. Marcus is hotter. Marcus comes, bucks his hips, hauls Oliver up, finishes him, large fist on Oliver's cock.
Those days. Oliver stands. He's ready.