"I look forward to seeing you then." He commented as he waited for the young boy to head down the plank. He was looking forward to finding a place to get a good meal. He wouldn't drink, he didn't go in for that. His father had been an alcoholic and he had sworn to himself he would never touch a drop of that foul liquid. And he had kept his word.

Marcus cupped Cal's cheek loving the kisses on his hand. "You are good, and perfect, and wonderful and amazing." He muttered into Cal's shoulder. He could stay like this forever. He stroked Cal's hair with his other hand. "I am so lucky to have you.