Star's expression became funny. "Marco? I... Well, no, of course we haven't! Why would you even think that?" Tom leaned forward, putting his hands on her hips as he started to kiss her jawline. She let out a small moan, putting her hands behind her to balance.
"Well, when two people are together so much... Sure, you might not have been dating, but still, you two could have..." He didn't finish the sentence. Marco had to bite onto his hoodie to not let out a sound of pain. He gulped nervously, anxiety setting in.
"I mean... Yeah, we're friends. But he's not THAT type, you know?" Tom raised a suspicious eye, not stopping from sucking on her neck. "Like, when I found him getting his Scissors from Heckapoo, he was hot. Now, he's just... I dunno. Cute? Like, hand-holding cute, not... Do stuff with. Not, hey, look, I can grind meat on this six-pack hot."
"A six-pack, huh?" Tom chuckled, pulling up the hem of his shirt. "Like this?" Sure enough, his muscular form came into view. Immediately purple hearts started popping all along Star's left arm, her hands flying to clap onto his stomach.
"Whoa! When did THIS happen?!" She couldn't help touching along his body. Abs went into pecs. Pecs went into traps. Traps went into biceps. She practically tore the hoodie and shirt he was wearing off of him to see his upper body. Tom simply laughed. Marco, meanwhile, was unaware he was pinching the saddle back fat on his hips.
"Working through anger issues. Lifting weights can be extremely therapeutic. In fact, Marco helped me get into boxing when I was starting out... Mainly by imagining his face on the punching bag." He paused, then quickly added, "Er, sorry, if that joke was out of line."
"Yeah, whatever," Star flatly answered, pushing Tom back down onto his back. She started licking his abs, and he flinched a bit, surprised at the sensation. He didn't fight back. He put his hand into her bangs, brushing her hair out of the way so her tongue could slide up his body.