Marcus remembered the most crucial question until he packed his things and followed Ethan out the door and into the car. He asked, 'When did we say we were going on our honeymoon?'
People have already cornered the car. Ethan, of course, is not afraid of him running away. He casually returned, 'Your grandfather asked for it. He said just let my grandmother accompany him, and let us go and have fun on our own.'
Marcus does not very believe this but also does not bother to think about it; the car is his, and sitting in the driver's seat is Ethan; he leans on the passenger seat and looks at the slowly receding wilderness outside the landscape, inadvertently recalling a few years ago, they are still in school, that time he and William went out to embark on a walk, Ethan do not know where to get the news, cheeky! The mood of that time he can not remember, only remember the same scene, the two of them bet on the hard William squeezed into the back seat to go, hogging the front of the two seats. Then, in my mind, all the way to no words, a trip finally embarrassed three people. Now, think again: It was simply a waste of springtime then, but also childish.
One of Ethan's hands rested on his leg, his low voice ringing in his ear, 'Thinking about something?'
Marcus turned his head to look at him and paused momentarily before saying, 'Going somewhere?'
Ethan smiled and asked him, 'Where do you want to go?'
'Just go around the neighborhood, we'll just drive on and go wherever we can.'
Marcus nodded, glanced in the rearview mirror, and said, 'But before we do that, we have to take care of this one following behind us.'
He did not say that, as a driver, Ethan also found behind the white sedan a long time ago that he had been with them for a long time. Ethan, fast, also followed; Ethan slowed down behind the speed, which also slowed down, not going even more. Do not overtake, so keep not far from not close the distance to follow; Ethan, this is very speechless. Marcus dropped a sentence; you are really? Ethan was speechless and dropped Marcus a sentence. You invited a big rouble, quickly slammed the brakes, switched off the engine, and pulled the car door down.
The car behind him also stopped. Ethan went to the driver's side, reached out, and knocked on the window. After a few moments, the glass slowly fell, and the person inside was Marcus's complex cousin.
'Did you not understand what Marcus told you this morning?'
'What I want to do is my freedom, you have no right to stop it.'The other man choked back as he opened his mouth.
Marcus got out of the car as well and turned to look over when Angus had been yanked out of the vehicle by Ethan and dry-humped to the ground with a punch and a kick.
Considering how William had seemed to have said earlier that Ethan was a master fighter, one who could take on four or five burly men single-handedly and still win, Marcus mentally gave his cousin a three-second moment of silence and lifted his foot to walk up.
'What?'
Ethan lifted his chin at the man on the ground who could no longer move and said in a disinterested voice, 'This kid is so out of shape, he's down and out in two punches.'
Marcus reached over his foot and nodded; indeed, there was no reaction. He said breathlessly, 'He's been spoilt since he was a child...'
Ethan waved his hand, like carrying a rabbit to pick up the person, thrown to the back seat of the car, and then went to their car to turn over a long rope to be tied to the hands and feet, and finally slowly called Lucas, explaining that he came to solve this scourge, after the matter is finished, pushing Marcus back into the car to go.
Marcus suddenly developed a bit of sympathy for Lucas:'You as an older brother are not righteous towards your younger brother.'
'That psychopath is also your cousin, and I don't see how righteous you are to him.'
Ethan didn't want to continue this topic and unscrewed the radio in the car, humming with the cheerful music, looking in a great mood.
******
Since there is no definite destination, Ethan will drive the car in the same direction; every place with good scenery will stop and rest for a while; lunch is also in the roadside shop to buy sandwiches and coffee. All the way to walk and stop, in the evening, the two people arrived at a quiet town by the sea; Marcus looked at the distant sun that was about to go down and proposed to land here Eth. Ethan agreed to drive the car to the sea. He was happy that he had a good time but did not want to continue. Ethan happily agreed and went around the town to find the only family hotel in the area.
It was a wooden house by the sea, surrounded by flowers. Two big dogs lazily wagged their tails in front of the house, and a wooden sign on the side with a crooked font said it was a hostel.
Ethan and Marcus walked in side by side. The innkeeper, who was humming and tidying up the bar, was an ordinary-looking but spirited man in his thirties with brown hair and blue eyes. When he saw them come in, he smiled, stretched out his two fingers, and ticked them off in a greeting as if they were friends who had known each other from the beginning.
'Is there any room left?'Ethan asked him with a smile.
The other smiled and asked them, 'How many rooms do you want?'
'One, of course,' Ethan pointed to himself and then to Marcus beside him,'We're here on our honeymoon.'
Marcus was surprised Ethan would bluntly say something like that to a stranger. After all, even though same-s*x marriage was legal in this country, it was still taboo, not to mention that the two of them were still married by mutual consent, but Ethan seemed to be very open about it.
And the owner didn't seem surprised— just a smile in his eye. He smiled, opened the room for them, handed them the key, and finally said, 'Congratulations on the marriage, and I hope you have a good honeymoon holiday.'
Ethan blinked, and his voice rose, 'Thanks.'Pulling a slightly embarrassed Marcus into the room.
The room wasn't bi—just a queen-size be—butt clean., Marcus pulled back the curtain. The large floor-to-ceiling window had a balcony sticking out. The beach was not far before him, and you could see children playing there.
Marcus stood by the window, his expression relaxed, seemingly satisfied with the environment. Ethan smiled and patted his shoulder, leaving a sentence, 'I'll go ask the boss if there are any interesting places nearb. We'lll go tomorro,', and then left the door again.
Marcus released a breath of relief and opened his suitcase, taking out the things he had brought.
Ethan came back half an hour late. Meeting Marcus's puzzled gaze, he smiled and explained, I just had a long chat with the boss.'
'What did you do to spill the beans about our relationship? Aren't you afraid you'll run into someone who takes offence at this and just blow us out of the water?'
'What relationship do we have?'Ethan raised his eyebrows as if he intended to flirt with Marcus, but unfortunately, his counterpart gave him a deadpan stare without a half-hearted response. Hee finally surrendered first, reluctantly saying, 'He's the same as us.'
'What?'
'You didn't notice? When I parked the car just now I saw a rainbow flag hanging outside the yard, he's the same as us, why else would I have just said that we're here for our honeymoon, and just now when I chatted with him, he said that he and his lover have been living here for more than ten years, and that although there aren't a lot of people here the folklore is quite open, there are several couples, and that his lover is the town's postal clerk, and that he'll be back in a little while when he's off duty.'
Marcus nodded, seemingly uninterested in other people's business. Ethan moved closer to him, reaching out and rubbing his rounded earlobe. This was a sensitive part of Marcus's body, and Ethan liked to do it in bed to tease Marcu. Marcus frowned slightly, 'Don't move.'
Ethan smiled, 'Marcus, we've been in bed four times in total, the first three times were when you were upset about seeing William, and even last night on our wedding night, it was because of seeing that psycho cousin remembering that the first time he had ever been attracted to a man was to William, wasn't it?'
Marcus'eyebrows knit a little tighter,'What do you mean?'
'I mean, since we're already married, whether it's an agreed marriage or not, it's a knot after all, it's legally binding, can you stop thinking about someone else?'
Marcus was finally looking him squarely in the eye, 'You're kind of jealous?'
'... Maybe.'
'You're in love with me?'
Ethan laughed and shook his head, 'Not yet, but I have to admit, you're attracted to me in a way I never thought possible before.'
'Didn't you always hate my character before?'
'It's true that my ideal lover isn't like you, but there's no reason for such things as feelings, even I can't tell... myself.'
After silence, Marcus turned his eyes away, 'I won't think about people I shouldn't anymore, don't worry.'
Ethan was relieved, and the corners of his mouth rose a bit more. 'The boss said that the town people would have a concert on the beach in the evening and invited us to attend. Should we go?'
Marcus glanced at the sunset outside the large glass window, got up, walked over to push open the glass window, and went onto the balcony.
The salty sea breeze blew over his forehead hair. Marcus leaned against the glass window, lighted up the cigarette to his mouth, and inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, followed by Ethan saw this scene, slightly stunned to live. He knew Marcus would always carry cigarettes and lighters but never see him smoke; this was the first time the smoke in the narrowing of his eyes to see his eyes, deep eyes, long and beautiful fingers naturally and elegantly clamped together. Beautiful fingers naturally and elegantly clamp the burning cigarette; such a picture has a few strange points and lets a person palpitate beauty so that he can not move away from the eyes.
He wanted to kiss him.
His eyes fell on Marcus's slightly opened lips, holding the cigarette. The thoughts that flashed through his mind instantly made Ethan unable to help himself. When his body leaned forward to take action, Marcus exhaled the last smoke and slowly said, 'Let's go for a walk on the beach.'