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Scott was scowling at a video on his phone. He was knelt in front of his little ‘Jimmy area’, essentially a glamourised mini shrine. Except Scott wasn’t worshipping a God.
If he were to that would be quite self centred of him.
Either way, Scott was upset. For some reason. “May I look?” Martyn kept his tone careful, as though Scott were some wild animal. Perhaps thinking that was disrespectful.
Scott threw the phone at him, and Martyn just about managed to catch it. He looked at the screen- a video recording on his phone.
“Play it.” Scott mumbled bitterly. So Martyn did.
The recording was good quality, despite the fact it seemed to have been filmed from a while away. He recognised the people in the video- Jimmy, and this other guy called Tango.
They seem to be talking, about what isn’t clear. Jimmy shakes his head, at one point. Tango takes a step back.
Tango takes another step back. And another. Martyn could see in his body language he was probably uncomfortable. Jimmy grabbed his wrist, then slipped his hand down to Tango’s own. Where was this going?
And then- oh. Jimmy kissed Tango. That would definitely make Scott upset. By now, Scott was looking at the screen with him, seething at the sight of Jimmy kissing anyone other than him- without even thinking of him!
And then, Tango pushed Jimmy back. “God, I bet he enjoyed it…” Scott grumbled, but Martyn shook his head, pausing it and rewinding the video.
“Look at this.” Martyn replayed the video. “Tango pushed Jimmy back after he kissed him.”
Scott stared at him, “Are you trying to make me more upset?? Cause I’m mad at Jimmy right now, so I don’t care! He can shove ‘im all he wants- and kiss ‘im too!” Scott sounded whiny, resulting to childlike attitude out of his own upset.
“No, I’m just saying. Tango wouldn’t have done that if he wanted to kiss Jimmy, would he?” Martyn pointed out, tone indifferent.
“…So Jimmy made him kiss him?” Scott’s tone changed to something Martyn didn’t recognise, so he turned to look at Scott, whose lips had curled up into a smile of sorts.
Scott mumbled something beneath his breath, and Martyn didn’t bother asking him to repeat. “I still wish he’d asked me though…” Scott whined.
“No, Scott. Think about this.” Martyn started, only for Scott to interject, “I am thinking!” but Martyn didn’t mind it in this moment.
“Tango’s gonna want one back on Jimmy if he did what I think he did, and so you could easily get him to give Jimmy a closer eye for you.” Martyn suggested.
“No. I do just fine myself.” Scott hissed, and Martyn shrugged.
“Well, alright then. My bad.” He said in his nonchalant tone.
“Though maybe.. I will meet up with him. He is cute.” At this point, Martyn has somewhat given up understanding Scott’s thought process.
“I wouldn’t mind having another pretty blonde boy to myself..” Scott giggled to himself. Yeah, no. Martyn wasn’t listening.
But that was fine, Scott didn’t seem to mind.