My foot hits the first step and I nearly trip. Marshall catches me, his arm wrapping around my waist, and we laugh breathlessly against each other’s mouths. Then we’re climbing, kissing between steps, hands roaming, clothes coming off piece by piece.
I pull at his belt, getting it unbuckled as we reach the landing. Marshall’s hands are on the waistband of my pants, popping the button, dragging down the zipper. We’re panting, our breath mingling in the narrow space between our mouths.
My shirt comes off completely somewhere near the top of the stairs. Marshall’s belt hits the floor with a clank of metal. We’re both barefoot now, and the cool wood under my feet contrasts sharply with the heat running through my body.
We make it to the hallway, still kissing, still touching, still moving toward one of our bedrooms. Marshall is looking at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted. His hands hook into the waistband of my pants and underwear and push them down over my hips. I kick out of them, nearly losing my balance, and he steadies me with a hand on my waist. Then I’m pulling at his pants, getting them unbuttoned and unzipped, shoving them down his thighs.
We’re both down to nothing now, skin against skin. I can feel every inch of him, hot and hard, and my mind goes blank with want.
Marshall backs me against the wall, his mouth on my neck, his hands gripping my hips. I arch into him, my head falling back against the plaster, and he takes advantage of the exposed skin to kiss down my throat, across my collarbone, lower.
“Marshall,” I gasp.
He lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and his lips are swollen from kissing. He looks wrecked. He looks beautiful.
“Which room?” he asks, breath ragged.
I grab his hand and pull him toward my bedroom door.
16
Marshall
Gabriel pulls me through the doorway and I follow, my hand tight in his. The room is dark except for moonlight cutting through the window, painting silver across his bed. He turns to face me, his eyes dark with want. We’re both naked and hard and holy shit, this is happening. This is really happening.
I reach out and gently push his shoulders to guide him backward. He steps back, his eyes never leaving mine, until his calves hit the edge of the bed. One more push and he falls, his back hitting the mattress, his body sprawling out in front of me.
Decadent. That’s the word that comes to mind. Seeing Gabriel like this, spread out on his bed, waiting for me, feels decadent. Probably wrong to everyone else, but so fucking right for us.
I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs. He watches me, his chest heaving, his hands fisted in the sheets beside his hips. I lean down and press my lips to his hipbone, feeling the sharp jut of it against my mouth. He shivers.
I kiss higher. His abs tense under my lips, the muscles contracting as I drag my mouth up his stomach. I take my time, tasting salt and heat, learning the map of his body with my tongue. His chest is next, smooth skin stretched over solid muscle, and I kiss across his pecs before finding one dusty-pinknipple. I flick it with my tongue and Gabriel gasps, his back arching off the bed.
I move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, and his hands leave the sheets to tangle in my hair. His grip is tight, almost painful, and I groan against his skin.
I’m up to his collarbone now, kissing along the ridge of it. His throat is next, and I feel his pulse fluttering under my lips as I drag my mouth up the column of his neck. I kiss under his jaw, where his skin is softest, and he makes a sound that’s half whimper, half moan.
Finally, I reach his mouth. I capture his lips with mine and kiss him deeply, my tongue sliding against his, tasting him. He kisses me back, his hands pulling me down, closing the space between our bodies.
Our cocks align and the sensation hits me all at once. Hard against hard, heat against heat, my cock pressed along the length of his. Gabriel whimpers into my mouth and his hips jerk up, grinding against me.
Fuck. Fuck.
I break the kiss and look down at where our bodies are joined. In the moonlight, I can see both our cocks, flushed and leaking, pressed together. It’s the first time I’ve seen another man’s cock this close, the first time I’ve felt one against mine, and the sight is overwhelming.
Gabriel is not as big as I am, but his cock is still a good size and thick, the head dark and glistening. I reach down between us, wrapping my hand around him, and the feeling of holding another man’s cock is foreign but not bad at all. His skin is hot and silky, pulsing in my grip. I give him a gentle tug, base to tip, and Gabriel’s whole body goes rigid beneath me.
“Marshall,” he gasps. “Stop, or I’m going to come.”
I freeze, my hand still wrapped around him. “Already?”
“Yes. Fuck, stop. It’s too much.”
I let go and move my hand to his hip instead, gripping the bone there. Gabriel takes several breaths, fast and shallow, and I watch the moonlight play across his face as he tries to calm down.
After a moment, his eyes open and focus on me. There’s something raw in his expression, something so vulnerable that I can’t help myself.
I lean down and kiss him again. Our tongues tangle lazily, exploring, and I feel him relax beneath me. When I pull back, I keep my lips close to his, barely touching.
