“Oh yeah?” Tyler leaned over him and softly kissed the corner of his mouth, at the same time sinking his fingers in as far as they’d go, rubbing them mercilessly over his prostate.
A silent scream built in Marcus’s throat as every nerve ending in his body imploded, racking his body with uncontrollable shivers. Everything outside this room ceased to exist, save for the touch of Tyler’s hands. He closed his eyes tight, feeling the dampness of his lashes brush against his cheeks.
Shit, he never cried. Embarrassed, he kept his eyes closed, hoping Tyler wouldn’t notice.
“It’s okay.” Tyler slid his fingers from his body, kissing his shoulder.
Marcus didn’t answer—he couldn’t. Nothing he could say would make sense or do justice to what Tyler had just given him. And it seemed Tyler didn’t need his words; he didn’t press him for an answer but rather continued to kiss down Marcus’s body until he reached his hips, then turned him so he lay prone on the sofa.
Marcus tensed as Tyler separated the globes of his ass, licked down the cleft, then ran the tip of his tongue inside his hole. His sigh of pleasure brought an answering chuckle from Tyler.
“I gather you like this?”
“I’ll like anything you do to me with that mouth of yours.”
Tyler kissed each ass cheek, then proceeded to sweep his tongue back and forth in the crease. Still spent from the orgasmic bliss that had shattered him earlier, little frissons of excitement buzzed through him at every stab of Tyler’s warm, wet tongue.
He heard the rip of the condom packet; how many times had he done that with no regard for anyone’s pleasure except his own? Having now been on the receiving end of Tyler’s lovemaking, Marcus recognized the difference. He felt valued and wanted, not like a trick for the night. And he felt shame, for all the years of reckless living, treating men as disposable.
“If you breathe out and push back, it will make it a bit easier. I promise to go slow.” Tyler wouldn’t hurt him, still, at the first push, Marcus tensed at the invasion.
“Remember,” said Tyler, little puffs of his warm breath drifting past the shell of Marcus’s ear. “Relax and push back.”
Marcus gritted his teeth against the pain as Tyler moved past his ring of muscle. He must’ve been out of his mind to let someone put their dick in him. And then the pain ceased, and all that existed was a fullness inside him so all-consuming and enveloping that once again he struggled to accept it. What possessed him to give up the control, the power?
“It’s going to be okay.” Tyler kissed his shoulder. “I have to move now. Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” He bit his lip, feeling surprisingly emotional. “Go ahead.”
Tyler began to rock, withdrawing slowly to plunge back in again. The curve of his cock fit so snug, Marcus could feel the thick veins and ridges as his passage held on tight. Wondering if he could grasp him closer, Marcus tightened his muscles and was rewarded with a moan of absolute pleasure he’d never heard from Tyler’s lips before, not even when Marcus made love to him earlier.
“Marcus.” Tyler shouted; his thrusting grew stronger, and his hands gripped Marcus’s hips tight, pulling him onto his knees. At that angle Tyler’s cock hit his prostate again, and Marcus rocked into Tyler’s hips, which were pressing into him fast, then slow, then fast again. This was a different kind of power, the control from within his body to give Tyler the lovemaking he so richly deserved. All his focus was on the man above him, inside him—the man who’d changed him forever.
Marcus found his rhythm, intent on giving Tyler the maximum amount of pleasure he could. The faster Tyler moved, the tighter Marcus clasped him inside, until with a shout he swore the crowd must’ve heard back out on the dance floor, Tyler came, flooding him with heat. Tyler collapsed on top of him, their bodies slicked with sweat.
Thoroughly impaled on Tyler’s cock, Marcus’s ass hurt yet he remained still, craving the connection between the two of them, wanting to make it last. A few minutes passed, and he shifted, and Tyler, as if he’d come to his senses, moved, sliding gently out of him.
After disposing of the condom in the wastebasket, Tyler returned to the wide sofa but didn’t sit down. Puzzled, Marcus turned his cheek against the soft fabric and gave him a sleepy smile. “What’s wrong? You look too serious for someone who only a moment ago was screaming the walls down.”
A brief smile flickered across Tyler’s face, but his eyes remained serious. “You seem okay. I didn’t hurt you, right?”
Marcus flopped over on his back. “I’m good.” He winced. “Well, I will be in while. Why?” A sudden urge arose to touch Tyler, and Marcus reached out his hand and drew his finger up Tyler’s arm, tracing the pale blue veins lying right below the surface of his skin.
“Shift over.” Marcus moved, and Tyler slid in next to him on the sofa, and as if they’d been together for years, Marcus draped his arm over Tyler’s shoulders. “Is this for real? I’m not talking about the sex; I mean the whole situation between us.”
It was on the tip of Marcus’s tongue to make a flippant remark and suggest a purely physical relationship. The mechanics would be easy enough; they could be together at the club every night and go their separate ways each day. Easy, simple, and uncluttered with the ups and downs of everyday life.
Tyler’s warm body fit in that perfect curve under his arm, and he tightened his hold. Marcus didn’t want Tyler to move. Or to leave. Waking up with Tyler this morning, making love with him, broke a cycle of indiscriminate, anonymous sex that never went beyond the pure physical release he sought to find.
“It is for me. I know you’re thinking I’m lying or that I’m clueless, and maybe I am.” Marcus stroked Tyler’s shoulders. “But I don’t want you to leave. Thinking of you with someone else makes me want to hurt someone. And I’ve never felt like that before.”
Instead of answering, Tyler sat up. “And there’s something else we have to talk about as well.”
For a brief moment, Marcus wanted to say “fuck it” and give up. Sex was supposed to be free and easy, not bogged down with complications and issues. This was why he’d kept away from relationships. Then he thought back to leaving his apartment earlier, the vast emptiness on his rooms, and the swirling gray solitude that awaited him, and it dawned on him that he didn’t want to be alone anymore.
“Tell me. But if we’re going to have a heart-to-heart, maybe we should get dressed.” He grinned lazily and splayed his hand on Tyler’s thigh. The strong muscle jumped beneath his fingers and a flush of heat arose in Marcus, recalling Tyler powering himself into his body. “You’re too distracting naked for serious conversation.”
They collected their clothes, and Marcus shook his head when Tyler bent to slip on his shorts.
