Gerard’s body continued to clench and spasm around Marcus’s cock with every slow withdrawal. The continued stimulation was keeping him at a level of hypersensitivity. His cock was still hard and even as he twitched through heavy aftershocks, he could feel another orgasm building. “Oh, God, Marcus, I can’t… no… can’t come again.”
Feeling the building orgasm, Marcus was breathing hard as he sped up his pace, slamming his hips against Gerard’s split legs, his cock burrowing over and over deep into the wet heat. “Oh, you will, baby, you will. Don’t you want some more cream?” he breathed, almost to the edge. “I can pull out and come all over you, if that’s what you want. All over your cock, your chest, your pretty face…”
“Yes! Come on me!” Gerard’s hand moved on his cock again as Marcus pounded into him. An almost painful sound was torn from his throat as a third deep orgasm racked his body. His cock pulsed in his hand, releasing very little, but tightening his ass around his lover. The telltale squeeze let Marcus know he’d been successful, as if he couldn’t tell from the look on Gerard’s face. He thrust almost uncontrollably fast into him several more times, then pulled out all at once, ripped off the condom as he knelt up, and pumped his cock hard. A look down at Gerard’s tongue lazily extending shot him into orgasm and he came in several spurts, the first landing on Gerard’s abdomen, the next his chest, then deliberately splattering the rest on his lover’s face as he howled ecstatically the whole time.
Exhausted and sated, Gerard watched as Marcus’s cock unloaded on his body, mixing with his own come. He lapped lazily at what spattered across his mouth. “Give me your cock,” he rasped, voice hoarse from screaming. Grabbing Marcus’s hips, he guided the older man’s erection to his lips and suckled the softening length. “You taste almost as good as you fuck,” he pronounced once he let the limp cock slip from his mouth. He tugged on Marcus’s arm to get him to bend over and kiss him. Replete, the older man willingly lay down next to his lover and gathered him close, meeting his mouth in a slow, languorous kiss as they basked in the afterglow of their passions.
“I think we need a shower,” Marcus stated later, fingerpainting through the cooled fluid on Gerard’s chest. “Too much effort,” his young lover murmured sleepily, turning into the warmth of the blond’s body. “Warm rag would feel good.”
Chuckling from where he lay propped on one elbow, Gerard’s body curling against his, the blond smiled. This relaxed, sleepy man was yet another aspect of the multifaceted Gerard. “You earned it. Be right back.” Marcus levered himself off the bed and padded across the room into the bath, flipping on the light. Water ran for a long couple minutes, and then he was back, a washcloth wet and warm in hand. He climbed back onto the bed next to the dozing young man and gently started cleaning him up, a thoughtful look on his face.
Gerard purred his pleasure, his eyes never opening. When Marcus started to rise from the bed, he grasped his lover’s thigh. “Don’t go. Come sleep,” he mumbled drowsily.
Reaching up to peel the coverlet and sheets down, Marcus grinned, tossing the damp rag to the floor. “Now that I’ve cleaned you up, you don’t want to roll back into the wet, do you?” he asked logically. “Let me pull down the sheets.”
Gerard grumped and grumbled, but allowed himself to be maneuvered between the crisp sheets and under the fluffy duvet. “Sorry about the mess,” he said, curling immediately into Marcus’s side and pillowing his head on the broad chest, one leg thrown possessively over his lover’s thighs.
“That’s what cleaning services are for,” Marcus murmured, curling his arms about the smaller man and exhaling slowly, enjoying the closeness. He hadn’t expected this. Any of it. Gerard was a mind-blowing, talented lover and highly intelligent to boot. He’d handled himself extremely well socializing while maintaining a foolproof façade of a relationship with him. He reflected seriously on the idea of that façade for several long, quiet minutes, listening to the younger man breathe. Closing his eyes, he cuddled Gerard closer.
GERARD woke, aware that he was not in his bed at home. In near-complete darkness, it took him a span of two deep breaths to remember where he was. Snuggling closer to Marcus’s warm body, he molded his front to the blond’s back, his arm curling around his middle. His body ached in a very intimate way, reminding him of the activities and promises of the night before. Running his open palms over the lightly furred chest, he skimmed them lower to brush and stroke Marcus’s now flaccid cock. He grinned. It was the first time he’d ever touched the man that he wasn’t hard. The sleeping man didn’t stir, deep into dreams after his body had been totally relaxed by the escapades of the evening. His breathing was low and even, soft and quiet in the darkened room.
His body stirring as he stroked the hard muscles of his lover’s chest, abdomen and arms, Gerard pressed his rapidly awakening cock against his sleeping lover. Placing his lips close to Marcus’s ear, he whispered in a voice rough and deep from sleep and being thoroughly loved. “Your body feels so good next to mine. Like we were made to fit together.” He slid his completely hard cock between Marcus’s legs so it was thrusting in and out over the older man’s balls.
Spurred by sensation, Marcus shifted just slightly, still well asleep. But his body could react even if his mind was disconnected. His breath hitched once, then evened out again, slow and steady. Gerard grinned, adjusting the angles of his thrusts so that the head of his cock was bumping the tender spot just behind Marcus’s balls, his motions becoming rhythmic. “You felt so fuckin’ good inside me. I wonder if it’d feel as good to be buried in your tight ass.” He pulled his hips back, the fluid leaking from the tip of his erection allowing him to glide smoothly through the crack of Marcus’s ass. He paused, the head of his cock nestled against the puckered opening. He rocked back and forth, applying the gentlest of pressure. “I doubt any of those high-powered friends of yours would ever guess that you’d take it up the ass. Would you? Would you do that for me?” Exhaling more heavily, Marcus stirred again, his body alerting him to the sensual contact even as his mind clawed for more sleep, to continue the heated dream. And one heat was beginning to bleed into another. The older man sighed again, his knee shifting over as he unconsciously exposed himself to his lover’s attentions.
Nibbling on the tender earlobe and down the side of Marcus’s neck, Gerard took advantage of the unconscious offer, sliding deeper into the crevice and brushing back and forth over the tight opening. Reaching behind him, he brushed his hand over the covers, searching for the lube they’d had last night. “Ah ha,” he said triumphantly as his hand closed around the smooth bottle. Twisting the top with his fingers, he poured some of the slippery liquid into his hand. One finger ran over Marcus’s tailbone and deeper until it circled its target. Gerard slipped it in completely, pulsing it gently in and out until he felt Marcus start to move with him. The clenching of his muscles started to rouse Marcus just enough that he couldn’t decide if he was still dreaming. He moaned quietly and pushed back against what had entered him. In his dream, it was an erotic houri with black hair and chocolate eyes teasing him mercilessly. He shifted almost uncomfortably, pushing his face into the pillow.
Gerard’s leg pressed forward between Marcus’s, one hand vigorously stroking his swollen cock and the other finger-fucking his ass. “Marcus, wake up for me, handsome,” he teased, nipping at the smooth shoulder. Curling the finger inside, he stroked his lover’s prostate.
The sparks lighting inside woke Marcus as soft caresses had not, and he gasped aloud, inhaling harshly as he was torn from sleep to feel his body already aroused and throbbing. “Fuck,” he hissed, mind again focusing on the sultry man he hoped he remembered rightly was in his bed.
“Ah, there you are. Fucking you soft and slow while you dream sounds like fun, but I really wanted you awake for this first time.” A second finger joined the first, stretching the tight hole. Marcus made a soft whimpering sound, and Gerard showered kisses over his back and shoulders. Using both fingers to tease the tight bundle of
nerves, he purred, “Tell me what you need, lover.”
“Christ,” Marcus swore, his voice a gravelly rasp as he pushed back. “Fuck me. Let me feel you,” he groaned, sliding a hand behind him to clasp Gerard’s hip and try to pull him closer.
An unexpected tingle swept through Gerard’s body, tightening his chest as Marcus begged. Fuck, he didn’t need to be attaching feelings to an extended one-night stand. Pushing the serious thoughts aside, he focused on the feel of Marcus’s body writhing against his. “I want to push my way inside you, feel your body surrendering to my cock. You okay?” he asked, his fingers withdrawing from the slick hole and rolling on a condom. He hadn’t prepped the other man as much as he could have, but the idea of Marcus’s muscle stretching around his cock was just so appealing.
“Gerard, fuck me already. Let me feel if you fuck as well as you suck,” Marcus growled, fingers digging into the soft skin of his lover’s ass.
Grabbing Marcus’s hips firmly, the younger man thrust forward, penetrating his body. Rolling on top of the larger man for better leverage, he rocked in and out of the tight channel, loosening it as he sank deeper. “Godohfuckin’hell…” he gasped. “Nothing legal should feel this good.”
Flat on his belly, Marcus buried his rasping cry in the pillow as his lover sank into him balls deep after several pushes and pulls. Fuck all, Marcus was out of practice bottoming. He tossed his head back, groaning and biting his lip. “Don’t stop now,” he gasped. “Fuck me wild, pretty,” he urged, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
Swatting Marcus on the ass sharply, Gerard scooted him up to his knees. “Up, big boy,” he ordered, his hand lingering to sweep over the blond’s flank. “You look so fuckin’ sexy, ass up, beggin’ me to fuck you.”
Letting Gerard manipulate him up, Marcus grabbed hold of the headboard to have some leverage. “So what else do I have’ta say to get to that fucking?” he rasped. “You’re driving me nuts buried all deep and hot, not giving me a promise of movin’.” His words were thick and run together, his voice practically throbbing with want.
Gerard groaned; he’d been using slow measured movements mainly to maintain his control. Marcus was so hot. So tight. Having the elegant, powerful man bent over at the end of his cock was enough to make him come even without moving. Marcus’s words snapped what remained of his control. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Scream for me.” Fingers sinking into the flesh of the older man’s hips hard enough to bruise, he thrust hard and fast.
The shock of the sudden thrust was more than enough to wrest a strangled yell from Marcus, after which he hissed, pushing back, encouraging. “Yeah, come on, harder, harder!” he growled, voice raised and hoarse. He reached down with one hand to jerk on his own stiff erection.
Gerard pounded the tight hole, pushing Marcus forward with each penetration, changing his angle, searching for that certain reaction. “God, yes, touch yourself for me. I want you to come all over your hand, so I can lick it clean.”
Grunting with each thrust that pushed him forward, Marcus pushed back, his cock jerking in his hand every time. “Fuck,” he swore. “Gonna come, come hard and feed you every bit of it. Want to see it on your tongue, on your lips,” he ground out, now thrusting his own hips against his hand in counterpoint to Gerard’s fucking.
“Arghhh…” Gerard ground out a strangled groan, coming long and deep. “God,” he panted, shaking with cataclysmic aftershocks. “God, wish we didn’t need condoms, would love to see my come streaming from your pink hole. I did promise to lick you clean.”
“Fucking hell!” Marcus groaned long and loud, body clenching as he came all over himself just thinking about Gerard’s dirty talk. “Your absolutely dirty fucking mouth. I adore it,” he rasped, pressing forward and back into his own fist, milking his orgasm.
Gerard collapsed onto his back, completely drained, stripping the condom and dropping it off the side of the bed. “Then come fill it,” he taunted. “Want to taste you.”
Shifting on his knees, Marcus moved and pressed his sticky palm to Gerard’s lips, wiping the thick cream all over his mouth and chin. “Lick it up, pretty,” he growled. “Then you can clean up my cock, too.”
Gerard licked his lips, eyes locked with Marcus’s. Rising up, he joined their lips, sucking on the blond’s tongue, savoring all the flavors of his lover. Pushing him onto his back with a sharp shove, he kissed and licked his way down the sculpted chest, nuzzling the musky curls and sucking the soft shaft completely into his mouth. He gently suckled it clean, stopping short of arousing his lover again, and gratefully relaxed on Marcus’s chest when the blond opened his arms in invitation. “So, it’s early. More sleep?”
Already relaxing, the older man hummed his assent quietly, gathering Gerard close. “Need my rest to keep up with you,” he murmured.
Chuckling sleepily, Gerard buried his face in Marcus’s chest. “Give it up now. You’ll never keep up with me.” MARCUS opened his eyes to see sunshine streaming into the room, making him blink several times. He pulled himself up on one elbow, and the mussed sheets pooled at his waist. He instinctively turned his chin, feeling the heat of another body close by.
The younger man’s eyelashes were dark where they lay upon pale cheeks, repose making him look even younger than his sparkling attitude projected. Marcus just looked at him for long moments, entranced by his incredible luck to have found Gerard, even for just so short a time. Unable to resist, he reached out to lightly caress his cheek. The light touch roused Gerard from dreams of Marcus, opening his eyes to see the real thing. He thought about batting his eyelashes and saying something about ‘the man of his dreams’, but the look in the older man’s eyes stopped his tongue. Now wasn’t the moment for flippant. “Good morning, lover,” he rasped, licking at his dry lips.
Still serious, the older man slid down, supporting his head on one hand though he was now only inches away from those gorgeous lips. “Morning,” he murmured, sliding his thumb gently along Gerard’s chin.
Gerard relaxed as Marcus’s fingers explored his face, perfectly comfortable with the intimacy of the touch and the intent gaze. Lifting up, he nuzzled the blond’s chin, silently asked for a kiss. It was a simply answered request, and Marcus pressed their lips together, rubbing and catching until his tongue slid along Gerard’s lower lip, soothing the dry skin. Hooking a hand behind Marcus’s head, Gerard pulled him down, his other hand on his hip encouraging him to roll over on top of him. He sighed, a soft hum of a moan escaping as Marcus’s tongue slipped between his lips, deepening the kiss.
Shifting his hips, the older man moved to lie in the cradle of Gerard’s thighs, their bellies and chests aligned. Braced upon his elbows, he continued the warm, slow, luxurious kiss. He surrounded his lover, subtly claiming him. Gerard melted, purring deep in his throat. He could lie here all day and bask in the warmth of Marcus’s attention – but a sudden thought jolted him out of the erotic glow. He tensed, his lips pulling away as his head swiveled to the side. “Shit! Marcus, it’s almost ten. Weren’t you supposed to meet with Allen and John at 9:30?”
Marcus glanced to the bedside clock, and he groaned. “Fuck all,” he muttered, looking back down at Gerard. He didn’t want to leave this… With an annoyed growl, he captured one more kiss, this one more heated and sharp, before climbing out of the bed, cursing under his breath as he headed to the bathroom to clean up.
In no hurry to jump up, Gerard turned on his side, watching his lover through the open bathroom door, head propped on his hand, sheets riding low on his hips. He’d been the one to remind Marcus, but he still felt slightly put out that the older man had jumped up to leave him so quickly. With an impish grin, he rolled onto his back, pushing the sheets lower. He’d give Marcus something to regret leaving. His hand drifted across his chest, lifting his half-hard cock and brushing across the head with his thumb. Digging his heels into the mattress, he lifted his hips up, fucking his hand, his head falling to the side and a throaty moan drifting towards the bathroom.
Turning his head the opposite way to hide his smile, Gerard slipped his other hand between his thighs to massage his balls and finger his hole. “Ah fuck,” he gasped as his finger probed the tender opening, remembering the feel of Marcus inside him. The sounds from the bedroom made Marcus’s hands shake as he finished shaving and pulled on clothes from the walk-in closet on the far side of the bathroom. When he strode out a matter of minutes later, he prowled to the bedside, crossing his arms. “Are you proud of yourself, Rascal?” he rasped.
His trousers didn’t hang right. Gerard smiled, openly proud of himself. He gasped again as his hand drove him closer to climax. He lifted sultry eyes from his lover’s obvious erection to his glittering eyes. “I know how important the right look is to you. I’d be happy to help you with that.” He licked his lips, knowing that Marcus would refuse, but having to push nonetheless.
Desire flashed in Marcus’s eyes, and he glanced at the clock again, only to grimace. But still he paused. “Let me see it, pretty,” he said, sliding one hand casually in his pocket, his voice a purr. “Let me see you milk that gorgeous cock so I know what I’m missing when I go downstairs.”
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