“Why not? Marcus, come on. I know you never got along well with them, but she’s still your mother.” Always the sensitive soul, Zach probably imagined that now, because he was in a relationship himself, Marcus was full of hearts and flowers like he was. Total bullshit. Zach gave him an encouraging smile that faded when he saw it wasn’t reciprocated.
“I know what you’re trying to do, and while you mean well, you don’t know anything about it.” Years of neglect couldn’t be erased with a simple “I’m sorry.” And frankly he didn’t care any longer. For the first time in his life he was happy, and no one, not even his closest friend, could guilt him into doing something he didn’t want to do.
“I feel sorry for you, Marcus. I thought you’d changed and had grown up. But it seems you’re still as self-centered as ever.” Zach’s somber expression sent inexplicable waves of guilt through Marcus. “If you don’t give a damn, then why not go see her? It won’t take more than ten minutes.” Zach left, joining Sam on the loveseat, easily falling into a conversation about Internet games.
Later that night, after the party was over and everyone had left, Marcus sat on the edge of the bed, half-undressed and staring off into space.
“Wow, she did not want to go to sleep—” Tyler stopped short at the doorway to the bedroom. “What’s wrong? You look weird.”
At his continued silence, Tyler shot him a strange look but said nothing further. He pulled off his shirt, took off his pants, and went into the bathroom. The water ran and within minutes, Tyler returned, showered and bare-chested, though he’d donned a pair of sweatpants. Tyler joined him on the bed, where he’d remained sitting in the same position as before.
“Now, do you want to talk?”
“Do you think I’ve changed since I met you?” Marcus tossed his shirt onto the top of the dresser to bring to the dry cleaners. “Or am I still selfish and self-centered?”
Tyler scrambled to the center of the bed and sat cross-legged, his long legs folding easily beneath him. Being a dancer, Tyler manipulated his body in ways Marcus could only dream about.
“Pervert,” said Tyler with a laugh, his blue eyes clever with knowledge.
Unashamed at being called out, Marcus stretched on the bed, facing Tyler. “But am I? Selfish, I mean?”
“What’s brought this on?” Tyler nudged him with his foot. “Did someone say something?”
“Zach.” No reason to hide it.
“Zach?” Tyler’s brows shot up in surprise. “That doesn’t sound like him.”
“He’s mad because he thinks I should see my mother. Let bygones be bygones, no matter how I feel. Because she’s my mother.” The rancor curdled in his chest, but it was easier to hold on to the guilt than take that next step.
“Seeing her doesn’t absolve her of what she did to you, nor does it mean that you have to let go of your anger. But what if she dies and you lose that chance to say whatever is in your heart? You can never get that back.” Tyler inched closer and kissed him. “And for the record, I don’t think you’re selfish at all.”
No longer interested in talking about his mother with Tyler’s warm body next to his, Marcus slid his hands up Tyler’s chest, tweaked his sensitive nipples the way he’d come to learn Tyler enjoyed, then dragged his nails back down his abdomen to the top of his sweatpants. Tyler sighed his pleasure and shifted closer.
Spurred on by the increased cadence of Tyler’s breathing and very interesting swelling beneath his sweatpants, Marcus pulled down the pants to reveal Tyler’s cock already hard and reddened. As he watched, a tiny drop of fluid dripped from the slit, and he lapped it up. God, he could drink him down like a fine wine every night.
He nuzzled, licked, then took Tyler’s balls into his mouth one at a time, carefully keeping away from his cock which thrust itself up as proud as a flagpole on the Fourth of July.
“I love you, Marcus.”
“Love you too,” he mumbled, his face buried in Tyler’s groin. If there was any better scent in the world, Marcus had yet to come across it, and he nibbled and sucked his way past the slant of Tyler’s hip, across his belly, to his swollen cock.
Shifting on his knees, Marcus bent and licked around the thick base of Tyler’s cock, moving upward, delicate as a cat with a bowl of cream. With the flat of his tongue he traced the veins, then swirled around the head, finally heeding Tyler’s moans and soft cries of enjoyment and fully engulfing the entire shaft in his mouth, reveling in the sharp and salty taste of Tyler’s precome spurting into his mouth.
Marcus had no problem taking Tyler’s thrusts deep, and he swallowed him down, taking everything Tyler gave to him. Even in lovemaking now, Marcus found equal pleasure in giving as well as receiving, knowing the love Tyler gave him was a gift he would never abuse or take for granted.
Tyler’s cock softened, and Marcus let it slip from his mouth, then kissed his way back up Tyler’s body as he feasted on his warm skin. When he reached Tyler’s face, he stared at him for a moment, drinking in his strong profile, dark brows winging upward and hair lying across his brow in a riot of waves, before leaning down and rubbing their noses together, then kissing him.
Tyler opened his mouth, and Marcus slid his tongue inside where they met and teased together. God, he tasted sweet, like hope and love wrapped up in the gift of forever. A wave of longing swept over him so strong, Marcus took control of that kiss, nipping at the swell of Tyler’s bottom lip, sucking at his tongue; showing Tyler with his body and his heart how much he needed him.
And as he always did, Tyler understood and let Marcus take from him, arching into his touch, urging him on, giving him his trust in return.
“Let me.”
Tyler nuzzled against his cheek, and Marcus, panting and trembling, knew what Tyler wanted.
He nodded, and Tyler scooted to the table to get the bottle of lube. Tyler prepped him, sliding slick, cool fingers inside, but Marcus didn’t want it slow and pretty, and shoved himself hard on Tyler’s fingers.
Tyler’s eyes bore into his. “Are you ready for me?”
