In the background he heard the front door open, but he didn’t stop; he couldn’t. The music wouldn’t let him. For the first time in over a month Tyler felt alive, and he didn’t ever want it to end. Awareness prickled as if he’d scented a predator; Tyler knew Marcus watched him from the doorway. It didn’t bother him but rather, spurred him on to push himself to the limits of where his body could take him.
He felt like he could fly.
As the music drew to a close, a great crescendo of chords surged, and he wenten pointeand spun around, laughing aloud with the sheer joy of being alive. He stopped to catch his breath, bracing his hands on his thighs. Marcus said nothing but stared at him with an almost feral, hungry expression. Tyler’s blood beat hot and fast and desire pulsed through him.
Advancing on Marcus, he first snagged the towel on the dresser and wiped himself off of the worst of his sweat. Tyler cupped his hand around the nape of Marcus’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. At the first touch of their lips Marcus stiffened, then slid his arms around Tyler and pulled him close.
“What did the doctor say?” His mouth played hot and humid against the ultrasensitive skin of Tyler’s throat. “Tell me you’re all better.” He licked his Adam’s apple and the curve of his neck.
“I’m all better,” Tyler said, sighing from the play of Marcus’s hands over his back, his hips, and finally, blissfully, his ass. “I’m better than better.”
“Fucking right you are.” Marcus growled in his ear. He pulled back for a moment and grasped Tyler by the jaw. “I want you now—right fucking now. I need to feel your tight ass suck my cock deep inside you. I’ve dreamed of it, and it won’t be pretty because I’m six seconds away from ripping those pants off, bending you over, and fucking you without any lube.”
Those insanely dirty words sent an electric current straight to Tyler’s cock. He couldn’t remember being this turned on, this quickly. “I need a shower.” He gasped as Marcus bit down on his neck, then licked the throbbing skin. “I’m all wet and sweaty.”
“I like wet and sweaty. I want to make you wet and sweaty.” But Marcus took his hand and dragged him toward the bathroom, stripping his own clothes off as they went. He reached inside the shower and turned on the taps. “Take off those pants.”
He pulled off his leggings yet couldn’t tear his gaze from Marcus’s lean-muscled torso. His shoulders weren’t overly broad but his chest was well-muscled, the skin smooth and taut. A smattering of black hair led a trail down his flat abdomen to his heavy cock bobbing between them.
“Get in.” Marcus pushed open the door.
“I—” Tyler began, but Marcus wouldn’t let him finish and pulled him under the spray, holding him in his arms.
“Do you know how hard it’s been for me this past month having you here and not touching you? Knowing you lay sleeping in my bed but I couldn’t join you?” Heedless to the water pouring over both their heads, Marcus kissed him; lightly at first as if testing Tyler’s reaction, then with increasing fervor.
But Tyler had decided to push away any misgivings and indecisions, and go with what his heart and his body were telling him. He wanted Marcus; had wanted him for months in fact, and the reasons Tyler had before for pushing him away—his own inability to trust, doubts that Marcus would use him once and toss him aside and perhaps most of all, that Marcus was a shallow, self-centered person—none of that had been proven true. Under the heated spill of the water, with Marcus naked and wet before him, desire won out.
Tyler opened his mouth beneath the press of Marcus’s lips, accepting the slide of Marcus’s silky tongue, meeting it with his own. Their kiss deepened until Tyler’s breath merged with Marcus’s; his head spun from the mingled heat and pleasure. He twined his arms around Marcus’s neck, sinking into his chest, the sound of Marcus’s rapidly pounding heart beating against his own both comforting and terrifying as their kiss intensified.
Marcus held him close, his breath hot along Tyler’s jaw. “You taste fucking fantastic; I knew you would. It’s all I’ve thought about.” Marcus sucked at his lips before his agile tongue licked along Tyler’s jaw, and then nipped his way down Tyler’s neck. Helpless under the onslaught of Marcus’s mouth, Tyler moaned, the sound amplified in the glass-enclosed shower.
Their naked bodies rubbed together, wet flesh sliding and slapping. Marcus kneaded the muscles of his back, his fingers brushing the dip below his spine, flirting with the top of his ass. Tyler’s breath came in short, hard pants and his cock ached, precome leaking from the slit.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up.” He kissed Marcus’s wet shoulder, sucking at the warm flesh. It felt so good to taste his skin he wanted to lick him from head to toe. Marcus was like a drug that once taken would become impossible to ever eradicate from his system.
“Good. Easy clean-up.”
The smile in his voice brought an answering one to Tyler’s face. “Always thinking ahead.”
“Mmm.” Humming in his ear, Marcus grasped Tyler’s cock and began to stroke him, slow at first, his thumb playing havoc with the crown. His fingers twisted around the shaft, while the rough pad of his thumb kept a continuous back and forth liquidy swipe along the wide head.
“Oh, shit.” A deep, rolling ache pulsed through Tyler, beginning at the balls of his feet, sweeping through him like a wave, pulling him under. His orgasm flashed through him then and he thrust his hips hard, shooting hot and heavy into Marcus’s hand.
“Better now?” Marcus washed them both clean, then turned the water off. He took Tyler’s face between his hands. “How do you feel?”
Tyler slid his nose down Marcus’s cheek, then pressed small kisses along his jaw. Marcus’s erection lay heavy between them, like a promise.
“Fantastic, but it’s time for payback.”
A wicked smile crossed Marcus’s lips. “I expect payment in full. With interest.” They dried off and, leaving the towels on the floor, walked back to the bedroom. Marcus pushed him down on the bed, straddling him, his erect cock hot against Tyler’s stomach.
“This has nothing to do with you staying here. If you think you have to fuck me for payback, you’re wrong. You know I want you, right?”
Confused for a moment, Tyler gazed into Marcus’s face, surprised by the hesitancy and vulnerability he’d never noticed before in his eyes. Marcus, for all his ego and arrogance, was as uncertain as the rest of them. It was all a front, a cover, to hide the man Marcus truly was inside. A man who, from everything Tyler had come to know, was kind and generous to a fault to people he cared about, sweetly gentle to a motherless child.
Why create the image of a self-centered arrogant ass whose only mission in life was pleasure?
Tyler slipped his hand around the nape of Marcus’s neck and pulled him close so his lips rested against his rough-stubbled chin. “I want you. For you. Not because of what you’ve given me this past month. I wanted you before that.” He kissed the side of his mouth and let his fingertips trail a path from Marcus’s strong neck up to his face. “I think I always wanted you.”
