Chapter Fifteen

MARCUS LEFT me alone in the room for a couple of minutes while he went to the bathroom. I hovered at the side of the bed, knowing I was blushing. It was strange how I felt so nervous when I’d been in this position countless times and never thought anything of it. My cock had softened somewhat, but I doubted that would be a problem as soon as Marcus touched me.

Marcus came to me and slid his arms around me without hesitation. He kissed me warmly, and when he teased my lips with his tongue until I parted them to let him in, I forgot about my fears. My body trembled, but it was from excitement rather than worry. I held onto him tightly until he drew back and put a space between us. I was achingly hard again, and I drew in a shaky breath as Marcus ran his hands down my sides and tugged my T-shirt free of my jeans.

Neither of us spoke. He pulled my T-shirt up and off and then stood still while I unfastened his shirt buttons and pushed the garment off his shoulders. He unbuttoned my jeans, and I unzipped his trousers. We took turns in pushing down the other’s trousers and underwear and finally stepped out of them and attended to our own socks.

Marcus reached for me again and pulled me close to him. He was as hard as I was and his cock bumped mine and then pressed against it as he drew me tight against his body. I felt the hair on his chest and stomach tickle my smooth skin, and he slid a hand down my back to stroke my ass. I squirmed against him and moaned as my cock leaked in response to the pressure of his. I parted my legs a little, placing my feet either side of his. My heart raced and I shuddered as Marcus dipped his fingers into the crack of my ass and rubbed the tip of one over my hole. I clenched, and my cock twitched. He’d touched me there before when he’d sucked me, but it had been brief.

“Have you... um... have you got...?” I meant to ask if he had lube and condoms before things moved forward any further. Mine were still in my bag, but I didn’t want to have to interrupt things later to search for them.

“Shh.” Marcus smothered my words with another kiss, and I slid my arms around his neck as he invaded my mouth again with his tongue. He took his hand off my ass, and I was surprised when he worked one finger into the corner of my mouth alongside his tongue. I licked at it and then he removed it and worked it between my cheeks again. He circled my entrance and pressed gently until the slick tip slid inside.

I heard a strangled moan and realized it had come from me. Breathless, I turned my face away from his and tucked it into his neck. I felt as if I might come just from the feel of him against me and that one digit probing me. I was desperate for more, but I stayed still, letting him take my weight as my knees trembled.

Marcus stopped touching me, and I lifted my head in disappointment, but he merely guided me onto the bed and lay down beside me. He pulled me against him and I draped my leg over his hip. He slid his hand between us and curled his fingers around my cock. He gave me a few slow pumps and then rubbed my length against his own. I bucked my hips, desperate for more friction. I could feel wetness between us, and I wasn’t sure if it was my precome or his.

Marcus continued with his slow torture, stroking us together, until I thought I’d lose control and come all over both of us. I was panting hard, pushing myself rhythmically into his fist, but just as I thought I’d reached the point of no return, he stopped and removed his hand. I groaned in frustration, and he let out a little breathless chuckle. He leaned over me toward the bedside cabinet and pulled out the second drawer. I ought to have known he’d have supplies, even though he’d been single for a while. He placed the condom on the bed within reach and squeezed lube from the bottle into his hand. When he touched me again, it was to stroke cool, slick fingers over my perineum and then eventually rub over my hole.

I whimpered and shivered, longing to feel him inside me. I knew he’d take his time. He wouldn’t want me to feel like it was just a fuck, but as desperate as I was to come, I wanted him to shove me down into the mattress and fill me with his cock.

I gasped as he pushed one finger in and reminded myself to breathe out and relax. I’d fucked myself on my fingers countless times in the past few months, but it was a long time since I’d had sex. Marcus continued slowly, working his finger in and out until I loosened up around him. Meanwhile he kissed my face and neck, and nibbled on that sensitive spot beneath my ear. When he pressed a second finger into me I was ready, and I barely felt the burn.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Marcus whispered. I had my eyes closed, and when I opened them, I found him staring at my face. My cheeks warmed, and I lowered my lashes again. “I want to watch your face when you come.”

“I want you. Now. Please,” I panted. I pushed myself against his hand, desperate for him to reach my most sensitive spot, which he hadn’t yet. I was beyond frustrated, with my cock leaking and my balls tight, but my orgasm was just out of reach. The gentle rub of his erection against mine wasn’t enough.

“Not yet.” Marcus brushed his lips over mine and added a third finger. It hurt, and I couldn’t help the small groan of discomfort that left me. “See... you’re not ready.”

I forced myself to relax more, and he continued preparing me with careful thrusts of his fingers until at last he bumped the gland inside that made me see stars. I arched my back and moaned as he did it again, tapping and massaging it until I had to ask him to stop.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck!” I hissed. I slowed my breathing and fought to hold it back as he withdrew his fingers from me and reached for his discarded shorts to wipe them. Somehow I didn’t come. I was perilously close, but it receded, leaving me more frantic than before. Marcus left me to come down a little more and sat up. I watched as he tore open the condom packet and rolled the rubber onto his swollen cock. I hadn’t even had the opportunity to touch him, but there’d be time for that later. Now I just wanted him inside me.

Marcus squeezed more lube from the bottle and coated himself generously. By the time he was ready, I was in control again. I rolled onto my back and pulled my knees up against my chest. He knelt in front of me and edged closer, lining himself up. I looked down, wanting to see as he guided himself and pushed against me. The head of his cock entered me, and I breathed out, willing my tight ring of muscle to let him in. He breached it and then held still, giving me time to adjust. He was big, but he’d prepared me well and the burn as he stretched me was barely there.

“Okay?” Marcus stroked a hand over my thigh, and I nodded and smiled up at him.

“I’m ready.”

He pressed in steadily, stopping halfway for another minute before he filled me completely. I felt his balls against my ass and his thick shaft all the way inside me. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around him, leaving me free to touch my cock. I began to stroke it in time with Marcus’ slow thrusts into me. He bent over me, changing the angle so his length dragged over my prostate. I clutched at him with my free hand, needing to feel him closer.

I was loud—I couldn’t help it. He felt so good. It wasn’t only what he was doing to me physically, but the look in his eyes as he gazed into mine and the knowledge that he loved me. I was overwhelmed, and I cried out each time he thrust deep. I was almost there, and I could feel Marcus was close, too. He slammed into me harder, his thighs slapping against mine. He sucked in ragged breaths, and his skin was slick with sweat, his face and chest flushed with color.

“Come, Tommy,” he gasped out. “Come for me.”

I pumped myself harder, and my cock jerked in my hand. Warm fluid splattered onto my chest, and my ass clenched tighter around Marcus as his movements became erratic and awkward. I felt him pulse inside me as he filled the condom, and his yell of pleasure was as loud as mine had been. He let his weight sink down onto me, smearing my come between us. I lowered my legs and rested my feet against the mattress on either side of him. I struggled to breathe with his weight on me, and he lifted himself again to create a small gap between us, although his forehead remained lowered, resting on the pillow beside me. He reached down to grip the condom, and I felt him slip from me, leaving me feeling empty.

Marcus rolled off me at last, tossed the condom into the waste bin, and then grabbed his shorts to wipe the mess off our chests and stomachs. When he was done, he pulled me into his arms again and held me tight.

“I love you, Tommy,” he said, still breathless. “So much.”

“I love you, too, Marcus,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

“What for?” He drew back enough to give me a light peck on the lips.

“You know what for. Making me feel special.”

“You are special.” Another gentle kiss and then he rolled away from me. “We should get cleaned up properly.”

“Yeah.” I sat up reluctantly, wishing we could have lain there for the rest of the night. My legs felt like jelly, and I stumbled after him to the bathroom. He turned the shower on, and we shared it, leaning against each other under the hot spray until we had the energy to wash each other.

When we’d dried off, we went back to bed and snuggled under the duvet in each other’s arms. I rested my head on Marcus’ shoulder and lay my hand over his heart. He had one arm under me, curled around me, and he stroked my arm with his free hand as we talked. I’d almost forgotten about the car show the next weekend, and I looked forward to it when Marcus told me about previous events. We would drive to the venue on Friday in convoy with the other club members who were going and set up a camp in the field provided for that purpose. Saturday would be the main show day, and Sunday would continue in a similar way, with things coming to an end mid-afternoon.

“Did you get a sleeping bag?” Marcus asked.

“Yes. It’s a long time since I went camping. I’m looking forward to it.”

“We should go on a camping trip somewhere this summer—maybe August. You like the Lake District, don’t you? We could do that if you want to.”

“I’d love it,” I said at once. “I told you I went there last year on my own. I’d really like to go and tackle some of the peaks I’ve not tried. Maybe Blencathra or Helvellyn.”

“I’m up for that.” Marcus kissed my temple. “It’s a long time since I’ve been up there. We could go for a few days and make a bit of a holiday out of it.”

I loved that he wanted to make plans for our future, even if it was only a camping trip a couple of months from now. I couldn’t believe how much things had changed for me in such a short space of time. I was really happy for the first time in years.

Eventually I fell asleep with Marcus still holding me. When I opened my eyes again it was daylight, and I’d turned over in my sleep. My back rested against Marcus’ chest, and he was wrapped around me as if he meant to protect me. His erection pressed into the crack of my ass, and his large hand held mine in the middle of my chest. My pulse quickened, and I became aware of my own hard cock. I didn’t move, but Marcus stirred behind me and kissed my ear.

“‘Morning.”

“Hey.” I moved my hips and felt his cock rub against me.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Like the dead.” I turned my hand over in his and squeezed his fingers. He cuddled me for another minute and then backed away and turned me over to face him. We touched each other, lazily and without much urgency at first. It was nothing more than mutual jerking off, but I was glad Marcus didn’t try to take things further. I was sore despite his gentleness, and I imagined he probably sensed that. He seemed to know whatever I was thinking or feeling at any given time.

We were forced out of bed to clean up again, and we took turns in the shower this time. Marcus left me to it while he stripped the bed and went to put the sheets in the washing machine. I took the opportunity to use the toilet and clean my teeth. I put on the fresh clothes I’d brought with me and went downstairs.

“Bathroom’s free.”

“Thanks.” Marcus switched the washing machine on and then passed me a cup of coffee he’d made. He was still naked, and I grinned at him.

“Do you often do housework in that state?”

“Sometimes if it’s hot. Who’s to see me?”

“Neighbors?” I indicated the uncovered kitchen window.

“That hedge blocks their view.” He pointed and chuckled. “Help yourself to breakfast. I’m going to have a quick shower.”

I took eggs, mushrooms, and ham out of the fridge and began to make a large omelet. It felt natural to cook things for us both in Marcus’ kitchen, and I daydreamed about a day in the future when I might live with him and do this every day. I imagined coming home from work and parking my Mini on the drive behind his. I’d run upstairs to our room and change out of my work clothes, then go down to the kitchen and begin preparing a meal for when he came in. He’d be tired and dirty from spending hours on a building site, and he’d take a quick shower while I served up the food. We’d eat together at the dining table and then spend the evening either going to training or snuggling together and watching a film. Or we’d fall into each other’s arms and scramble upstairs, scattering items of clothing behind us as we went.

I jumped when Marcus appeared behind me and kissed the back of my neck. I’d been absently pulling the omelet away from the sides of the pan with a spatula, while bread browned in the toaster and my imagination ran away with me. I felt my cheeks redden, and I hurried to put the food onto two plates.

“Off with the fairies?” Marcus teased.

“Something like that.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Oh, nothing. It was silly.”

“I daydream all the time.” He took his plate from me and grabbed a knife and fork. “I could get used to this. It’d be nice coming home from work, knackered and hungry, and finding you here making dinner for us.”

I lifted my eyes to his face in surprise, and he winked and smiled. My heart fluttered, and I followed him to the dining table, wondering if my daydream might not be so much of a dream after all. Would he really want things to be that serious between us? Was he thinking about us living together one day, the same way I was?

It was too soon, still only weeks, but I knew how I felt. If he’d asked me to move in tomorrow, I would have packed my things without question to start my life with him. This was nothing like when I’d moved in with Colin in such a rush. It was fast, but it was real, and I knew I’d be safe and loved with Marcus.

I pushed my thoughts aside, but the idea was in the back of my mind for the rest of the day. We didn’t do much, although we went for a walk for an hour in the afternoon. Most of the time, we talked. I could talk to Marcus for hours and not get bored, and we covered a host of subjects—books and films, growing up, current affairs, my grading on Tuesday, the car show, and different countries Marcus had visited when he was younger. He’d been abroad several times with his last boyfriend, who’d loved to travel. I’d only ever been out of the U.K. once, on a school trip to France.

“There’s plenty of time,” Marcus said. “Where would you go if you could pick anywhere in the world?”

“Hell, I don’t know. Somewhere interesting. A beach holiday with nothing to do but sunbathe, swim, and drink wouldn’t really be my thing. I don’t tan well, I just burn,” I said.

“Thank God you’re not a sun-worshipper. I get bored doing nothing all day.”

“I’d like to see some of the things I’ve read about. The pyramids in Egypt or the Great Wall of China. The Grand Canyon. Stuff like that,” I mused. I liked the idea of going abroad with Marcus and exploring another country together. He’d been all over Europe and to New York and Washington, D.C., but not to any of the places I’d mentioned.

“Something to think about for next year.” Marcus looked at me with twinkling eyes, and my heart jumped again, much as it did whenever he looked at me like that. The way he treated me and how we had so much in common almost seemed too good to be true.

Marcus made us an early dinner of Spanish chicken and rice, and later we went to training. It was almost time for our weekend to come to an end, and I’d packed my things and put them back in my car. I drove us to the club and intended to drop Marcus off home before I left.

Marcus wasn’t really up to being thrown about. Although he was fine, he didn’t want to risk hitting his head, and Ian was horrified when he saw the stitches. I trained with Jake instead while Marcus supervised us, and also Sarah and Jason who were working together. At the end of the session, Ian confirmed I’d have no trouble passing my grading on Tuesday.

When Marcus and I left, I hated having to go home. I parked outside his house, and we kissed in the car for several minutes, but eventually I had to drag myself away. Marcus was back at work in the morning and needed to start early. I planned to have dinner with him, however, and I said I’d head over as soon as I finished work.

“You might need this.” Marcus fished in his pocket and brought out a key ring with a single key on it. “It’s my door key. I won’t finish before six, and there’s no point you going home and then coming back. Just let yourself in.”

“Are you sure?” I gazed at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah. I meant to give it to you in the week, but I kept forgetting. Must have been the blow on the head.” He grinned and pressed the key into my hand.

“Thank you.” I hooked the key onto my own key ring with my car and house keys and immediately began planning what I could make for dinner. After our conversation that morning, I knew he’d love it if he came home from work and found me cooking dinner, and I was eager to do that for him.

Marcus watched from the driveway as I set off for home, and when I reached the end of the street, I could still see him in my mirrors, standing at the end of the drive. As I turned right, he lifted his arm and waved, and I drove on, already counting off the hours until the next evening.