Like the time he mentioned his back bothered him, and Marcus had ordered a special, very expensive pillow to keep him propped up in a more comfortable position. Or, having revealed how much he enjoyed listening to classical music, the entire Royal Ballet Theatre’s productions from the past five years somehow found their way into his music account.
The little things. Those meant the most to Tyler, and it ate away at him because he was coming to like Marcus as a person. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. He’d accepted the invitation to stay because he was too tired and broken to fight. What scared him more was he wasn’t sure he’d continue to fight Marcus once he was well again.
Luckily there was still enough of a kernel of doubt in Tyler’s jaded soul to keep his weakened defenses up.
“Good morning.”
Marcus stood in the hallway, freshly showered and shaved but still in his hanging-out clothes—sweats and a tee shirt. The sweats hung just low enough for Tyler to see a bit of skin glowing pale against the black of the fabric. He looked away.
“Hi. I didn’t think you’d be up early. You came home late last night.” Tyler had wondered half the night if Marcus had found someone and was screwing their brains out. As far as he knew, there hadn’t been anyone in this apartment, so if Marcus was with anyone, it would have to be at Sparks, or at the other guy’s place.
Not that he was thinking about it.
“Yeah, well, I found you lying dead-asleep on the sofa when I came home at four, and went to the bedroom, but I couldn’t sleep. I thought I might go for a run.”
Tyler quirked a disbelieving brow. “You? I didn’t think you were into exercise or shit like that.”
White teeth flashed. “There’s much you don’t know about me. I’m a man of hidden talents.” He slid his feet into the sneakers sitting on the mat by the front door and tied the laces, giving Tyler a perfect view of his strong back and ass. Tyler swallowed hard; his long-neglected libido roared back to life like a kerosene-fed flame. His cock swelled and thickened.
“I’ll be back in about an hour. Do you want me to pick up anything?” Marcus looked around. “Lillie left for school, right?”
Tyler nodded. “Yeah, I took her down to meet the bus. It felt good to be able to do it myself instead of asking the neighbor if she could wait with her.”
“So, do you want anything? I’m hoping to be able to get in a run before the rain starts.”
“No, thanks; I’m good.”
Leave already,so I can get off thinking about you. His hand crept under the blanket to massage his dick which seemed to have acquired a mind of its own and insisted now would be the perfect time to come out and play.
“I’ll leave the door unlocked so if you’re asleep again, I won’t have to ring the bell.”
“Sure, yeah, whatever.” He squeezed the head of his dick, not caring that he leaked all over his boxers. “Better get going.”
Marcus looked at him strangely, then left. Tyler waited a minute or two, then threw the blanket off and shoved his boxers down, kicking them to the side. With his legs spread wide he reached for the bottle of lube he discovered Marcus had in the side table drawer and drizzled some over his dick.
At the first downward stroke, Tyler knew he wouldn’t last long, so he tried to slow down his breathing and concentrate. He didn’t want this to be a fast and messy jack-off. He wanted time to think about Marcus’s ass and his cock, which Tyler knew, having seen glimpses of the latter in the bathroom and tucked away in Marcus’s pants, was cut and beautiful. Marcus wasn’t hung like a horse, but he was long and thick enough to give any man a good, hard ride.
Tyler moaned and worked his erection harder, ignoring the surge of pain from his healing ribs. It only added to the pleasure. The sound of the television faded, leaving him with only the slick, wet noise of his hand flashing up and down his cock. Shit, he wanted to come, but in a savage burst of self torture he squeezed the root of his dick, staving off the first flutterings of his orgasm, to prolong the exquisite pleasure of release.
Tyler palmed his dick slowly, tracing the vein, then reached down to roll and squeeze his balls. He ached for more, and though he never was a fan of sex toys, wanted one now to fill the emptiness inside him. He wished he could trust Marcus, because it was him Tyler wanted but couldn’t have.
Fuck it. He began to jerk himself off in earnest, his mind’s eye turned inward, imagining Marcus’s round ass. How good it would feel to pound him; how glove-tight he’d hold Tyler’s dick inside his body. He tightened his hand and slid it up and down, faster, harder, until he could hear his own raspy voice echoing, “Fuck, Marcus, yeah.”
Electric-hot ribbons of pleasure raced through his veins, his mind melting and his body feeling too tight for his skin. A deep trembling began, worked its way up his legs, and wove around his spine, clutching it in a death grip. His balls tightened, and he thrust harder into his hand.
“Marcus,” he said, sighing into the stillness of the apartment. The fantasy of fucking Marcus proved too much for Tyler, who hadn’t had sex in what seemed like forever, and he exploded all over his hand, shooting endless streams of hot come. He kept squeezing his dick, working himself through the orgasm, hissing from the pleasure-pain of his hypersensitive skin, but he welcomed it. It had been years since he’d come hard enough to see stars.
Lying limp and boneless with his eyes still closed, Tyler smiled to himself. “Damn that felt good.”
“It was even better to watch.”
Fuck. My. Life. Tyler waited a second before opening his eyes to find Marcus, dripping wet and holding a paper bag, standing by the archway to the living room.
More nonchalant than his frantically beating heart should allow, Tyler asked in a hard, clipped voice, “How long have you been standing there watching me?”
Marcus went into the kitchen and set the wet bag on the countertop. “Long enough to hear you call my name.” He pulled out two bagels with lox and cream cheese and put them on a plate, then came into the living room and sat down on the sofa with Tyler. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s not like we all don’t jerk off. Why don’t you go wash up, and we can have breakfast? It started to rain, so I had to cut my run short.”
Either Marcus had no shame, or he really didn’t care. Cheeks flaming, Tyler stood, naked from the waist down, and went into the bathroom to clean himself up and change.
