Fic: Let The Light In (The Eagle, AU), Chapter 9
Title: Let The Light In, Chapter 9
Pairing: Esca/Marcus
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5.4k
Warnings:
Summary: Marcus and Esca are acrobats performing in a Vegas circus spectacular, and Marcus is trying to figure out what's going on between them.
Esca, sleeping, was just weird. No other word for it. It didn't matter how many times Marcus woke before Esca and rubbed his eyes, and looked over to the other side of the bed to where Esca was sprawling on his back, it would always be weird. Esca, even slumped on the couch with a beer, with half a joint and something stupid on TV to bitch about, always had that tension about him. Always edgy, all that fierceness crammed into such a dense package that you'd sense it there even if he was smiling at you. Awake, Esca radiated . . . something, Marcus didn't know what, but it was constant and intense, like living with a very compact, complex bomb that was watching you, waiting to blow up in your face any second.
Esca, sleeping, didn't have it, and no matter how many times Marcus watched him in the process of waking, he still hadn't put his finger on the precise moment when Esca's internal coils started winding tighter, distant storms gathering. Right now, though, all that lean muscle was relaxed, kinda graceful in the way Esca's neck arched away from his shoulders, and the lines of the hollow of his armpit where one hand was up resting under his head. Easy in the way that long, scruffy hair was mussed and falling over a face wiped of all its usual severity, pale skin pink and gold from the skies outside the bedroom windows where the sun was rising, one hand star-fished across a slowly rising and falling chest. The same hand that had been tugging and stroking his nutsack last night while Esca had expertly blown him into oblivion.
And now his dick was waking up. Marcus ignored it, rubbing over his face with both hands. He'd finished stretching out the muscle cramps in his thigh and knee that'd woken him way too early, but getting back to sleep again wasn't happening, and watching Esca sleeping was always too weird. He could go have a shower and jerk off, but the bathroom fan might wake Esca and waking Esca any time before eight was asking for a faceful of bitch fit.
“Why don't you go buy breakfast somewhere?”
Marcus looked over at Esca again, but his face was serene with sleep, Esca's posture unchanged.
“You're awake?”
“No.”
That mouth had worked his dick so perfectly last night, and Marcus felt it all the way down to his toes. He started to slide a hand underneath the sheet towards Esca.
“You wanna do something?”
“No.” Esca turned onto his side away from Marcus, taking most of the sheet with him. “Go away. Far away.”
“Oh. Okay.” Damn. “Maybe I'll hit the gym.”
“Don't care.”
Tiptoeing round the apartment, digging through unsorted piles of laundry for something semi-clean to wear and tripping over the remains of Esca's pre-show sandwich from yesterday afternoon where the dishes were stacked beside the couch, discarded apple core turning brown, Marcus decided it had to be time to get his own place. This time, he'd do it. He'd go work out, have a steam, hit up BabyStacks for some eggs and the free wifi, then check out Craigslist. Esca wanted his place back to himself, Marcus was pretty sure of it. Not totally, but where Esca was concerned, it was impossible to figure anything out all the way.
-
“Hey, cutie!”
Marcus had prepared himself in advance for Nattie's welcome, holding the breakfast tray out the way as she flung herself on him for a hug, slim arms warm around his neck, tight little tits pressing up against his chest through her strappy pajama top. He kissed her cheek next to her mouth, her cloud of hair tickling his nose, the bed-warm scent of her as sweet as it had always been.
“Morning. I picked up breakfast.”
“You did? Aww, thanks.” She grinned at him, flicking her hair back over her shoulder and lifting the tray out of his hand. “Lemme guess - soy chai latte and fruit salad? You're a doll. Come on in.”
“There's a stevia breakfast muffin in there, too, if you're down with carbs this week.”
“Ooh, yum.”
He knew he shouldn't, but couldn't resist checking out her ass all the way through to her kitchen area, prettily displayed by the frilly sleeper shorts. So cute, just a handful on each cheek. “Noz here? I forgot to ask when I called.”
“No, he never sleeps over. He's a gentleman that way. It's adorable.”
“Check you out, smitten kitten.” He accepted his own coffee off her with a nod of thanks once she'd poured it into what had once been his special mug. “That's been going on awhile.”
“Yeah.” She thoughtfully picked out and ate a melon ball, probably counting out the correct number of chews before swallowing. “It's okay to talk about him and me, like, with you? We're okay now?”
“Sure we are.”
“Awesome. I'm so glad we're talking again. Missed you so much, Daddy.”
She placed her skinny little hand over his where he was sitting opposite her over the breakfast bar, and he took it with his, squeezing it, rubbing over her delicate knuckles with his thumb.
“Don't let him hear you calling me that.”
“God, no, he'd flip out. He's so macho, I can't even.”
“Good.” Marcus lifted her hand, making a show of looking at it. “No ring yet? You're slacking.”
Nattie made a face and ripped her hand away to punch him on the shoulder. Hard. She'd always been stronger than she looked.
“No! Shut up! Jeez. Anyway,” A sly little smile, deep blue eyes with smudges of last night's mascara underneath them shining at him. “You're one to talk.”
He'd known it was coming. Had to be. They'd been out of touch for too long and weren't all the way back to where things had been, but the grapevine grew strong and deep in this part of the desert. There were only so many conversations to have about Mahina's reviews before stuff had to get more personal. Marcus looked away from her, knowing his face was heating up.
“Not the same deal. Nothing like it.”
“That's not what I hear.”
“Nope.” He was shaking his head emphatically, leaning in his stool on its back legs. “We're just, y'know. Fooling around. It's a temporary thing.”
“In what world is three months temporary? You live together.”
He started thumbing the rim of his coffee mug rather than look at her. “So did you and me.”
“That was different.”
“Exactly the same. I'm just crashing there, same as I was here, and sometimes we . . . like you and me sometimes. Same deal.”
She reached out and started stroking his forearm. “It's okay, you can tell me. It's not like I'm getting all judgy up your ass. And so far I've been, like, the only girl in town without her own, personal gay. It's all good.”
Marcus felt his blush stepping it up a notch. “Whoa, back up. That's not what's happening, here.”
“Sweetie, you've got to remember how thin those dressing room walls are, and I'm hearing it's been pretty goddamn gay between you guys on a regular basis. And that's just at work.”
“C'mon, Nat . . .” Marcus looked at her, finally, giving her one of those crinkly-eyed smiles she'd always melted over. “You can probably remember some times between us that verify how totally not gay I am.”
“It's Vegas, Markie. Nobody's totally anything. Except Noz.” She gave him a perky shrug. “I think you guys could be cute together.”
Three nights ago. They'd arrived home from the show and started stripping each other out of their clothes as fast as they could. Esca had told him to keep the knee brace on, and he'd held Esca up, fucked him against the bedroom wall. “Cute isn't the word I'd use.”
Nattie snickered into her latte, and Marcus dragged himself out of where he'd been staring into space, dick chubbing up. “Quit it.”
“Oh, my God. You like him.”
“Esca? He's okay. Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure . . . for now. I've still gotta shower.” Nattie reached up with both hands to tie up her hair, and Marcus somehow managed to maintain eye contact even though those small, perfectly formed tits were jiggling about in the lower periphery of his eyeline. “What are we doing today? You said you wanted my help.”
“I've got this list of apartments I wanted to check out. There's still so many neighborhoods I'm not familiar with, and we could grab lunch. My treat.”
“Apartments? Oh, honey.” She made a pouty sad face, and reached across the counter to pluck at his shirt sleeve sympathetically. “You guys breaking up? You should've said, I wouldn't have run my yap. I'm so sorry.”
“What? There's nothing to break up. No, Nat, don't, I told you it's not a big deal . . .”
Too late. She'd already gotten up from her stool and had come around to wrap her arms around him, leaning her head on his shoulder while she rubbed soothingly up and down his back. “It's okay, sweetie. We'll get you through this.”
“Nattie, I swear to God, this isn't something you need to get me through . . .”
“Is the act going to be okay? Anything you want, I'm right here. My poor baby.”
-
The street lights were already switching on by the time he made it back, a warm glow coming from behind the apartment's kitchen window. Marcus hadn't been sure if Esca would be home or already making his way towards the theater if he was grabbing some food on the way. They usually traveled in together, but now Marcus had a cheap shitty rental they'd occasionally go in separately if it was more convenient.
“That was a long workout. You must be knackered.”
Esca's voice came from over by the TV, his socked feet sticking over the back of the couch. Sometimes he did this for a while before a show, sitting inverted with his head hanging down towards the floor. He said it helped his brain acclimate to pooling blood during his longer balances. It could all be BS. Marcus wouldn't know either way.
“I wasn't sure you'd be here. You eat yet?”
“No. Why, did you bring me something?”
“Sure, but you won't like it.”
Marcus made his way over to the couch, dropping the takeout bag onto Esca's stomach as he sat down in the other corner, the right way up. He had to lean his head out the way as Esca swung his feet down, grabbing the bag and digging around in it once he was upright.
“Something with sprouted grains? If it's anything wheatgrass, I'm throwing it back in your face.”
“Quinoa and spinach salad, a banana and an egg-white omelet. I got them to throw a whole egg into the mix, if that helps any. But,” Marcus held up a smaller bag from the gas station on the corner. “If you finish the real food, you get dessert.”
“I do?” Esca was peering into the food container, poking at something with his fork. “Does it involve peanuts and something fizzy?”
“It does.”
Esca grinned as he continued the poking. He always looked so young when he really smiled like that. With the table lamp highlighting his ears from behind turning them pink, sitting Indian-style tucked into the corner of the couch in his ripped t-shirt, gym socks and baggy shorts, he could've been sixteen.
“Good man. I'd eat wet cardboard on the promise of a Nutter Butter.” He stuffed a forkful into his mouth, mumbling around it. “A&W?”
“Full fat.”
“Fucking superstar.”
Marcus passed the goodies over, not waiting for Esca to ask how much he owed, pushing himself up to go make sure he had everything together that he needed for the evening. They'd quit splitting checks a couple of months back after they'd fallen into a natural rhythm of Esca seeing to their junk food needs and hard liquor, Marcus instead taking care of beer or anything approaching nutrition. It seemed to work. He headed for the bedroom, snagging his gym bag from the floor as he went, Esca calling to him around another mouthful of omelet.
“You not joining me?”
“Already ate, thanks.”
“You're sure? I could save you some quinoa. It's rank.”
“It's good for you.”
“Tastes like it.”
A couple of crates were stacked next to Esca's dresser. Marcus had picked them up from his storage unit the second time Esca had said there was no rush when Marcus started looking for a place of his own. Marcus had tried insisting so he wouldn't overstay his welcome, then Esca had gotten all prickly about it like Marcus had implied this place wasn't good enough for him, so he'd let it drop. Plus things were going good for him here, now Esca wasn't so uptight about the show all the time.
He emptied his gym sweats into a trash bag he was using for dirty laundry, flipping the lid on the upper crate, digging through for a fresh jock, clean underwear, a couple of pairs of balled socks and fresh sweatpants, then stripped out of what he'd been wearing, socks, jeans on their fifth outing, an old shirt and his briefs, adding them to the trash bag. They had to do laundry tomorrow. The whole place was starting to stink.
“I've decided to take a break from the delightful rubber waffle and grainy mush to enjoy my banana.”
Esca padded in from the living room, coming to a sudden stop and raising his eyebrows once he spotted naked Marcus hanging out by his dresser. Marcus felt his skin start to heat up as Esca elevator-eyed him all over, his dick beginning to throb and get heavy. It was stupid to feel self-conscious in front of Esca this long into their hook-up or whatever, but he half-turned anyway to pull on his briefs, wanting everything tucked away before grabbing his sweats. “Just getting changed for tonight.”
“You don't have to cover up for my benefit. We've got time, we could get sweaty together then jump in the shower for five minutes.” Esca had propped himself up against the pillows as he peeled his banana with no hint of suggestion. “If you want to. I'd thought you might be back for it after the gym this morning.”
“Sorry. Hope you didn't wait around for me.”
“No. I had that physio thing.”
“That was today?”
“Yep.” Esca took a bite of his banana and stretched his legs out, wiggling his toes. His sweats on, bare chested, Marcus sat his side of the bed to start on his socks.
“You wouldn't have needed it if you'd listen to me about your warm-ups.”
“I know, but then I wouldn't have been able to spend the morning getting pummeled into submission by a fat dyke old enough to be my mother.” One of Esca's feet nudged Marcus's hip. “You're sure you don't fancy a quick wank or something? It's not a big deal now, but it's only fair to warn you that I'll probably get in a piss later on about being turned down, so it's sort of your last chance for anything.”
“Thanks, but it's been a long day and I should probably take it easy up until showtime.”
“Okay. Not a problem.” Esca shifted his legs away and sat up, lifting the rest of his banana out and leaving the peel on his nightstand on top of the alarm clock, where it'd probably stay for the week until Marcus gave up and removed it himself. “But if you change your mind, we've got a window of about fifteen minutes before it might make us late, so, whatever.”
Marcus sighed and let himself slump back onto the bed the second Esca had walked back through to the living room. His erection was trying to poke its way out from under the waistband of his briefs, and sitting hunched away from Esca, pulling on his socks, had been increasingly uncomfortable. The day with Nattie had been unsettling, with her constant stream of questions about what Esca was really like in private, and how good was the sex, and how come Marcus hadn't hooked up with any other guy more than once before Esca, and what was different about Esca that it was happening now. Checking out seven different apartments, and a late, long lunch, had given her plenty of chances, and things were still too fragile between them for him to tell her to cram it once and for all.
Esca hadn't asked where he'd been all day. Half the places they'd looked at would've been okay, but Marcus managed to find some insurmountable problem in each one, coming away without handing over a deposit. Then he buys Esca dinner because he feels guilty for some stupid reason that he can't totally figure out, he gets back, and Esca's looking all hot and tight in those baggy shorts, and Esca's in an unusually reasonable mood, and Esca gives him a boner with one look. And, although their repertoire's been limited by Marcus's experience and is very different to what he's used to, the mind-blowing orgasms he's been having two or three times daily and weekly spectacular fucks over the past three months is something he doesn't want to end too soon. Who would?
Marcus reached down to palm his dick through his sweats, closing his eyes and rubbing over himself a few times. He thought about heading into the bathroom to jerk off thinking about fucking Nattie, how they'd always had a good time and how good she'd always felt, and he'd thought about it driving home. Maybe it'd be healthy for him to think about something else for once other than Esca, and Esca's body, his scent and the taste of his skin, how responsive Esca was, how having a tongue in his ear could make Esca moan and writhe against him more than some of Marcus's exes had done when he'd been doing his finest work lying between their knees. Maybe he should think about doing that instead of how he'd bury himself in Esca and let himself go, pounding away till his lungs burned, then look down to see Esca's furious face snarling up at him that he could do better than that.
He'd soaked a spot in his clean sweats. Marcus slid his hand under them, and his mouth decided to bypass his decision-making process, opening itself to call out Esca's name. Esca appeared in the doorway ten seconds later, smirking at Marcus as if he'd been expecting it, naked and hard, looking hotter than hell and like this wasn't going to take long.
-
It was strange how such a small thing as having the lights off for the first time changed so much. Two months of the show without a break of more than a day was taking its toll on them both, and it'd been Esca who'd walked straight through to the bedroom from the apartment door like a zombie, suggesting that maybe they should just sleep. Which had caused an awkward moment when Marcus had been left standing there by the couch, unsure of whether he should assume it was okay to sleep in bed with Esca if they weren't getting each other off. It hadn't been discussed, and Marcus was still standing there looking at the couch remembering how uncomfortable it was when Esca had stumbled back out of the bedroom, told him to stop being a stupid asshole, and pulled him along back in towards the bed by the waistband of his sweats.
“But you're sure it's okay for me to be in here if we're not doing anything?”
“We are doing something, if you hadn't noticed.”
“No shit.” The darkness gave everything so much clarity as their limbs slid together, Esca's hand on Marcus's asscheek, the fuzzy warmth and softness of Esca's nuts pressing against his thigh. “We could talk about it, though. I don't want to be a pain in the ass.”
Esca laughed against Marcus's throat. “Didn't bother you that much against that wall over there.”
“I think there's things we should work out -”
“And I think your priorities are fucked, because it's after one in the morning, we should get off and get to sleep, and ooh, this is different . . .”
The dark was making Marcus try stuff he hadn't before, rolling Esca onto his back and holding him flat as he started to kiss over Esca's chest. He'd spent all that time since they'd met being really into how Esca's chest looked, and then how good it felt against his every time anything happened, but he'd never done this, spent any physical attention on the flat planes of lean muscle beneath the throat he'd explored every inch of. Esca's skin was so smooth that Marcus could feel the bump of a mole with the tip of his nose, nuzzling over a couple of inches to a small, flat nipple that, in the dark because it seemed more obvious that way, he sucked into his mouth. It always felt good when guys had done it to him. It seemed to with Esca, whose fingers combed through Marcus's hair and held his head in place.
“Ooh. Oh, fuck.” Esca shifted his position and started to rub his hard-on against Marcus's hip. “You been watching more porn on the sly? Sneaky bastard.”
“Thought I might try some stuff.”
Marcus moved his attention to Esca's other nipple, which earned him another hand on his head along with an approving curse as he teased its tip with the edges of his teeth. Esca's scent was stronger here this close to his tufted pits, and got stronger still as Marcus started kissing and nuzzling his way down Esca's torso.
“Um.”
He had to crawl diagonally down the bed on his stomach, ankles hanging over the end, to kiss the scrubby little patch of fine hair Esca had under his belly button. “You want me to stop?”
“No . . . but you seem to be heading in a somewhat unexpected direction. You don't have to.”
Esca's dick left a wet smudge on Marcus's neck as it flexed upwards towards him. It was all he could smell, this close to it, a mix of shower gel and, well, dick. Probably ballsweat, too. Not bad but definitely different. “I've been thinking about it, but I haven't before. With anyone.”
“Then I imagine you're going to be absolutely terrible at it.” Marcus laid his head against Esca's stomach, starting to laugh, but Esca lifted a foot and pushed at his shoulder. “Come on! Man up, get down there. You'll survive.”
He stroked it first, moving that velvet sleeve of skin up and down slow as Esca mmmed and spread his legs, making room for Marcus to get as comfortable as he could, hanging so far off the bed he could touch the floor with his toes. It seemed bigger, now he had to think about fitting it in his mouth. Which wasn't an idea that appealed, not that much, and watching porn of guys blowing each other, Marcus always imagined himself on the receiving end because he always had been. Which had been totally okay with him.
“I did say you don't have to.”
Esca had sat up, looking down at Marcus, his face unreadable with only the flare of his cheekbone and the curve of one ear visible in the dim light filtering through the closed blinds. Marcus jacked him a couple more times, then moved in close enough to kiss the base of Esca's dick, which twitched in his hand as soon as his lips touched. “I know. I'm a little out of my depth here.”
“That's a bunch of shite. You've been blown plenty. Try doing the stuff I do to you. I'm not a bad size to practice on, more's the pity.”
It felt big enough to him. He kissed it again. “I want to.”
It wasn't a total lie. His cock was rock hard against the sheets, which Marcus figured was usually a pretty accurate indicator of how into something he was, and having Esca spread out under him, wanting it, waiting for it, was giving him an authority over Esca he'd never had before.
“Not that what you're doing doesn't feel nice . . . would it help speed things up if I promise not to come in your mouth?”
Marcus smiled as he continued to kiss around the cock in his hand, slowly working his way up towards the business end. “Y'know, actually, it would.”
“Then you have my solemn vow I'll warn you before I'm about to pop my weasel.”
“Uh-huh.”
He said it with an open mouth he was closing around Esca's tip, keeping a firm grip on everything else with his hand. Esca fell back to the bed with a contented grunt, and his flavor hit Marcus's tongue, mingling with his scent in a way that made Marcus's hard-on throb against the bed. It was more subtle than he'd expected, a delicate salt that echoed the smell of Esca's neck. Okay. This wasn't so bad. Marcus slid his mouth downwards to envelop the whole of the head of Esca's dick, then gave a tentative, experimental suck. It drew a shuddery groan out of Esca, whose fingers reached out to grip Marcus's shoulder.
“Ohh, there we go.” He tried it again, and Esca moaned louder, gripped harder. “Fuck, that's good. You have no idea how long it's been. Forgot how it feels.”
Marcus was sucking gently, giving himself the chance to get used to it before trying anything else. Given the action in the men's room on any given night at Centurion's Helmet, he'd figured gay guys got blown every time they dropped their pants. Someone like Esca, someone hot, cute when he wanted to be, unbelievable in the sack, should have guys waiting in line. Yeah, so, maybe Marcus had waited to try this out longer than he should've. He pushed his head down further, feeling his mouth opening up and the length of Esca's cock resting against his tongue. Esca was owed. Marcus would have to try to do it some justice.
“Use your tongue a bit.” Marcus complied, and Esca whined, canting his hips. “That's it. Tongue, then pull off on a suck till you're almost off, tighten your mouth and push back down again. You don't have to go down too far and, oh, Jesus, you have been watching porn, haven't you?”
Marcus knew he was good at taking instruction. The success of their act was proof of that. He stuck to Esca's guidance, spit beginning to collect in his mouth as he pumped his head a few times, slowing to suck harder, opening his mouth more. It had to be working because Esca was starting to curse, his hand on Marcus's head, hips rocking in rhythm with Marcus's movements. The flavor was growing stronger, scent rising out of Esca's crotch filling Marcus's head where he was having to breathe through his nose. That he was doing this, sucking dick, breathing in someone's ball stank and that it was turning him on, was a revelation. His cock was aching, pressed between him and the mattress. He'd only taken half of Esca's dick in, but it was filling his mouth with flavor and heaviness, a living thing pulsing against his tongue. He fucked against the bed and moaned, starting to pump his head faster, spit leaking out over his bottom lip to drip over his hand.
“Fuck. Fuck! Oh, fuck. I knew you'd be good at this. Mouth like that, figures you're a natural.”
Fingers were petting through his hair, and Marcus would've smiled at Esca's tactful BS because, compared with the stuff Esca did to him, this was sloppy and amateur. He was making a mess, spit everywhere, his lips starting to ache where he was trying to work them fast enough but keep them tight. Kinda like trying to pat your head and rub your belly at the same time. He wanted to start jerking off, but this was taking all his concentration and Esca seemed like he was really into it, moaning, squirming on the bed beneath Marcus with every noisy suck or swipe of tongue. His neck and shoulders were tiring fast where the show had depleted his muscle strength, but Marcus knew he could be an obstinate motherfucker when he wanted to, so he kept his pace, figuring out that Esca's cursing got louder and way more pornographic when he started stroking upwards with his hand in time with his mouth.
“Okay, shit, you've got to . . . unh, no, I don't want you to, but you'd better stop.”
“Getting ready to pop?” His chin was soaked. Marcus wiped it along Esca's knee.
“Not far off. Get up here.”
Esca's hands found him in the dark, Esca's strong, clever hands that pushed Marcus onto his back and reached down, wet with lube or spit, something slick, diving in two-handed on his aching dick, something he'd never had before. Esca straddled his thighs and was working one hand stroking and squeezing his shaft, the other twisting in a spiraling movement that made Marcus's eyes roll back in his head. “The hell kind of fancy-ass jerk off is that?”
“I call this one 'the milking machine'. What do you reckon?”
Marcus's breath kept catching in his throat, his stomach muscles clenching as Esca worked him almost too hard, the intensity of sensation making it tough to think, let alone form coherent sentences. “I reckon you're a goddamn genius.”
“What I am is in a hurry.”
It was a surprise to feel the build starting already, Marcus closing his eyes and fucking up into the haven of Esca's tight grip. “Shit. Holy shit. Thirty seconds off losing it.”
“No. For real? Hooray for Mr. Speedy.” Esca lay down beside him, removing one hand, leaving the other behind to continue stroking. “Give us a sec, we might be able to go at the same time.”
Maybe it was the dark, or because he could still taste Esca all over his tongue. Maybe it was the tightening of his nuts, his thighs, the promise of a climax snaking around his body. Whatever it was, Marcus needed more than an arm throw over his chest, its hand pumping his dick. He wanted Esca against him in every way, Esca's tongue in his mouth. He rolled towards Esca pulling them together, sliding a proprietary arm around Esca's back to grab a handful of leanly-muscled ass, and nosed his way through the darkness to find Esca's mouth, his orgasm starting to climb through his body the second his tongue was pushing against Esca's. He'd noticed in the first week that he'd come faster whenever Esca was kissing him like this, savage and penetrating, laying him bare as they thrusted against each other and into Esca's hand.
“I'm gonna . . . sorry, can't hold it back.”
“Me, too, I'm there, fuck I'm so fucking there, fuck, oh fuck, Marcus, M-marcus . . .”
Esca broke away from the kiss and shivered, then leaned his head against Marcus's shoulder as he gasped, started shooting. Marcus closed his eyes, feeling shaken down to his bones when the warm flood of Esca's cum was the thing that tipped him over, tumbling after Esca in the darkness, clinging to that small, solid body against his like it was going to save him.
Pairing: Esca/Marcus
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5.4k
Warnings:
Summary: Marcus and Esca are acrobats performing in a Vegas circus spectacular, and Marcus is trying to figure out what's going on between them.
Esca, sleeping, was just weird. No other word for it. It didn't matter how many times Marcus woke before Esca and rubbed his eyes, and looked over to the other side of the bed to where Esca was sprawling on his back, it would always be weird. Esca, even slumped on the couch with a beer, with half a joint and something stupid on TV to bitch about, always had that tension about him. Always edgy, all that fierceness crammed into such a dense package that you'd sense it there even if he was smiling at you. Awake, Esca radiated . . . something, Marcus didn't know what, but it was constant and intense, like living with a very compact, complex bomb that was watching you, waiting to blow up in your face any second.
Esca, sleeping, didn't have it, and no matter how many times Marcus watched him in the process of waking, he still hadn't put his finger on the precise moment when Esca's internal coils started winding tighter, distant storms gathering. Right now, though, all that lean muscle was relaxed, kinda graceful in the way Esca's neck arched away from his shoulders, and the lines of the hollow of his armpit where one hand was up resting under his head. Easy in the way that long, scruffy hair was mussed and falling over a face wiped of all its usual severity, pale skin pink and gold from the skies outside the bedroom windows where the sun was rising, one hand star-fished across a slowly rising and falling chest. The same hand that had been tugging and stroking his nutsack last night while Esca had expertly blown him into oblivion.
And now his dick was waking up. Marcus ignored it, rubbing over his face with both hands. He'd finished stretching out the muscle cramps in his thigh and knee that'd woken him way too early, but getting back to sleep again wasn't happening, and watching Esca sleeping was always too weird. He could go have a shower and jerk off, but the bathroom fan might wake Esca and waking Esca any time before eight was asking for a faceful of bitch fit.
“Why don't you go buy breakfast somewhere?”
Marcus looked over at Esca again, but his face was serene with sleep, Esca's posture unchanged.
“You're awake?”
“No.”
That mouth had worked his dick so perfectly last night, and Marcus felt it all the way down to his toes. He started to slide a hand underneath the sheet towards Esca.
“You wanna do something?”
“No.” Esca turned onto his side away from Marcus, taking most of the sheet with him. “Go away. Far away.”
“Oh. Okay.” Damn. “Maybe I'll hit the gym.”
“Don't care.”
Tiptoeing round the apartment, digging through unsorted piles of laundry for something semi-clean to wear and tripping over the remains of Esca's pre-show sandwich from yesterday afternoon where the dishes were stacked beside the couch, discarded apple core turning brown, Marcus decided it had to be time to get his own place. This time, he'd do it. He'd go work out, have a steam, hit up BabyStacks for some eggs and the free wifi, then check out Craigslist. Esca wanted his place back to himself, Marcus was pretty sure of it. Not totally, but where Esca was concerned, it was impossible to figure anything out all the way.
-
“Hey, cutie!”
Marcus had prepared himself in advance for Nattie's welcome, holding the breakfast tray out the way as she flung herself on him for a hug, slim arms warm around his neck, tight little tits pressing up against his chest through her strappy pajama top. He kissed her cheek next to her mouth, her cloud of hair tickling his nose, the bed-warm scent of her as sweet as it had always been.
“Morning. I picked up breakfast.”
“You did? Aww, thanks.” She grinned at him, flicking her hair back over her shoulder and lifting the tray out of his hand. “Lemme guess - soy chai latte and fruit salad? You're a doll. Come on in.”
“There's a stevia breakfast muffin in there, too, if you're down with carbs this week.”
“Ooh, yum.”
He knew he shouldn't, but couldn't resist checking out her ass all the way through to her kitchen area, prettily displayed by the frilly sleeper shorts. So cute, just a handful on each cheek. “Noz here? I forgot to ask when I called.”
“No, he never sleeps over. He's a gentleman that way. It's adorable.”
“Check you out, smitten kitten.” He accepted his own coffee off her with a nod of thanks once she'd poured it into what had once been his special mug. “That's been going on awhile.”
“Yeah.” She thoughtfully picked out and ate a melon ball, probably counting out the correct number of chews before swallowing. “It's okay to talk about him and me, like, with you? We're okay now?”
“Sure we are.”
“Awesome. I'm so glad we're talking again. Missed you so much, Daddy.”
She placed her skinny little hand over his where he was sitting opposite her over the breakfast bar, and he took it with his, squeezing it, rubbing over her delicate knuckles with his thumb.
“Don't let him hear you calling me that.”
“God, no, he'd flip out. He's so macho, I can't even.”
“Good.” Marcus lifted her hand, making a show of looking at it. “No ring yet? You're slacking.”
Nattie made a face and ripped her hand away to punch him on the shoulder. Hard. She'd always been stronger than she looked.
“No! Shut up! Jeez. Anyway,” A sly little smile, deep blue eyes with smudges of last night's mascara underneath them shining at him. “You're one to talk.”
He'd known it was coming. Had to be. They'd been out of touch for too long and weren't all the way back to where things had been, but the grapevine grew strong and deep in this part of the desert. There were only so many conversations to have about Mahina's reviews before stuff had to get more personal. Marcus looked away from her, knowing his face was heating up.
“Not the same deal. Nothing like it.”
“That's not what I hear.”
“Nope.” He was shaking his head emphatically, leaning in his stool on its back legs. “We're just, y'know. Fooling around. It's a temporary thing.”
“In what world is three months temporary? You live together.”
He started thumbing the rim of his coffee mug rather than look at her. “So did you and me.”
“That was different.”
“Exactly the same. I'm just crashing there, same as I was here, and sometimes we . . . like you and me sometimes. Same deal.”
She reached out and started stroking his forearm. “It's okay, you can tell me. It's not like I'm getting all judgy up your ass. And so far I've been, like, the only girl in town without her own, personal gay. It's all good.”
Marcus felt his blush stepping it up a notch. “Whoa, back up. That's not what's happening, here.”
“Sweetie, you've got to remember how thin those dressing room walls are, and I'm hearing it's been pretty goddamn gay between you guys on a regular basis. And that's just at work.”
“C'mon, Nat . . .” Marcus looked at her, finally, giving her one of those crinkly-eyed smiles she'd always melted over. “You can probably remember some times between us that verify how totally not gay I am.”
“It's Vegas, Markie. Nobody's totally anything. Except Noz.” She gave him a perky shrug. “I think you guys could be cute together.”
Three nights ago. They'd arrived home from the show and started stripping each other out of their clothes as fast as they could. Esca had told him to keep the knee brace on, and he'd held Esca up, fucked him against the bedroom wall. “Cute isn't the word I'd use.”
Nattie snickered into her latte, and Marcus dragged himself out of where he'd been staring into space, dick chubbing up. “Quit it.”
“Oh, my God. You like him.”
“Esca? He's okay. Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure . . . for now. I've still gotta shower.” Nattie reached up with both hands to tie up her hair, and Marcus somehow managed to maintain eye contact even though those small, perfectly formed tits were jiggling about in the lower periphery of his eyeline. “What are we doing today? You said you wanted my help.”
“I've got this list of apartments I wanted to check out. There's still so many neighborhoods I'm not familiar with, and we could grab lunch. My treat.”
“Apartments? Oh, honey.” She made a pouty sad face, and reached across the counter to pluck at his shirt sleeve sympathetically. “You guys breaking up? You should've said, I wouldn't have run my yap. I'm so sorry.”
“What? There's nothing to break up. No, Nat, don't, I told you it's not a big deal . . .”
Too late. She'd already gotten up from her stool and had come around to wrap her arms around him, leaning her head on his shoulder while she rubbed soothingly up and down his back. “It's okay, sweetie. We'll get you through this.”
“Nattie, I swear to God, this isn't something you need to get me through . . .”
“Is the act going to be okay? Anything you want, I'm right here. My poor baby.”
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The street lights were already switching on by the time he made it back, a warm glow coming from behind the apartment's kitchen window. Marcus hadn't been sure if Esca would be home or already making his way towards the theater if he was grabbing some food on the way. They usually traveled in together, but now Marcus had a cheap shitty rental they'd occasionally go in separately if it was more convenient.
“That was a long workout. You must be knackered.”
Esca's voice came from over by the TV, his socked feet sticking over the back of the couch. Sometimes he did this for a while before a show, sitting inverted with his head hanging down towards the floor. He said it helped his brain acclimate to pooling blood during his longer balances. It could all be BS. Marcus wouldn't know either way.
“I wasn't sure you'd be here. You eat yet?”
“No. Why, did you bring me something?”
“Sure, but you won't like it.”
Marcus made his way over to the couch, dropping the takeout bag onto Esca's stomach as he sat down in the other corner, the right way up. He had to lean his head out the way as Esca swung his feet down, grabbing the bag and digging around in it once he was upright.
“Something with sprouted grains? If it's anything wheatgrass, I'm throwing it back in your face.”
“Quinoa and spinach salad, a banana and an egg-white omelet. I got them to throw a whole egg into the mix, if that helps any. But,” Marcus held up a smaller bag from the gas station on the corner. “If you finish the real food, you get dessert.”
“I do?” Esca was peering into the food container, poking at something with his fork. “Does it involve peanuts and something fizzy?”
“It does.”
Esca grinned as he continued the poking. He always looked so young when he really smiled like that. With the table lamp highlighting his ears from behind turning them pink, sitting Indian-style tucked into the corner of the couch in his ripped t-shirt, gym socks and baggy shorts, he could've been sixteen.
“Good man. I'd eat wet cardboard on the promise of a Nutter Butter.” He stuffed a forkful into his mouth, mumbling around it. “A&W?”
“Full fat.”
“Fucking superstar.”
Marcus passed the goodies over, not waiting for Esca to ask how much he owed, pushing himself up to go make sure he had everything together that he needed for the evening. They'd quit splitting checks a couple of months back after they'd fallen into a natural rhythm of Esca seeing to their junk food needs and hard liquor, Marcus instead taking care of beer or anything approaching nutrition. It seemed to work. He headed for the bedroom, snagging his gym bag from the floor as he went, Esca calling to him around another mouthful of omelet.
“You not joining me?”
“Already ate, thanks.”
“You're sure? I could save you some quinoa. It's rank.”
“It's good for you.”
“Tastes like it.”
A couple of crates were stacked next to Esca's dresser. Marcus had picked them up from his storage unit the second time Esca had said there was no rush when Marcus started looking for a place of his own. Marcus had tried insisting so he wouldn't overstay his welcome, then Esca had gotten all prickly about it like Marcus had implied this place wasn't good enough for him, so he'd let it drop. Plus things were going good for him here, now Esca wasn't so uptight about the show all the time.
He emptied his gym sweats into a trash bag he was using for dirty laundry, flipping the lid on the upper crate, digging through for a fresh jock, clean underwear, a couple of pairs of balled socks and fresh sweatpants, then stripped out of what he'd been wearing, socks, jeans on their fifth outing, an old shirt and his briefs, adding them to the trash bag. They had to do laundry tomorrow. The whole place was starting to stink.
“I've decided to take a break from the delightful rubber waffle and grainy mush to enjoy my banana.”
Esca padded in from the living room, coming to a sudden stop and raising his eyebrows once he spotted naked Marcus hanging out by his dresser. Marcus felt his skin start to heat up as Esca elevator-eyed him all over, his dick beginning to throb and get heavy. It was stupid to feel self-conscious in front of Esca this long into their hook-up or whatever, but he half-turned anyway to pull on his briefs, wanting everything tucked away before grabbing his sweats. “Just getting changed for tonight.”
“You don't have to cover up for my benefit. We've got time, we could get sweaty together then jump in the shower for five minutes.” Esca had propped himself up against the pillows as he peeled his banana with no hint of suggestion. “If you want to. I'd thought you might be back for it after the gym this morning.”
“Sorry. Hope you didn't wait around for me.”
“No. I had that physio thing.”
“That was today?”
“Yep.” Esca took a bite of his banana and stretched his legs out, wiggling his toes. His sweats on, bare chested, Marcus sat his side of the bed to start on his socks.
“You wouldn't have needed it if you'd listen to me about your warm-ups.”
“I know, but then I wouldn't have been able to spend the morning getting pummeled into submission by a fat dyke old enough to be my mother.” One of Esca's feet nudged Marcus's hip. “You're sure you don't fancy a quick wank or something? It's not a big deal now, but it's only fair to warn you that I'll probably get in a piss later on about being turned down, so it's sort of your last chance for anything.”
“Thanks, but it's been a long day and I should probably take it easy up until showtime.”
“Okay. Not a problem.” Esca shifted his legs away and sat up, lifting the rest of his banana out and leaving the peel on his nightstand on top of the alarm clock, where it'd probably stay for the week until Marcus gave up and removed it himself. “But if you change your mind, we've got a window of about fifteen minutes before it might make us late, so, whatever.”
Marcus sighed and let himself slump back onto the bed the second Esca had walked back through to the living room. His erection was trying to poke its way out from under the waistband of his briefs, and sitting hunched away from Esca, pulling on his socks, had been increasingly uncomfortable. The day with Nattie had been unsettling, with her constant stream of questions about what Esca was really like in private, and how good was the sex, and how come Marcus hadn't hooked up with any other guy more than once before Esca, and what was different about Esca that it was happening now. Checking out seven different apartments, and a late, long lunch, had given her plenty of chances, and things were still too fragile between them for him to tell her to cram it once and for all.
Esca hadn't asked where he'd been all day. Half the places they'd looked at would've been okay, but Marcus managed to find some insurmountable problem in each one, coming away without handing over a deposit. Then he buys Esca dinner because he feels guilty for some stupid reason that he can't totally figure out, he gets back, and Esca's looking all hot and tight in those baggy shorts, and Esca's in an unusually reasonable mood, and Esca gives him a boner with one look. And, although their repertoire's been limited by Marcus's experience and is very different to what he's used to, the mind-blowing orgasms he's been having two or three times daily and weekly spectacular fucks over the past three months is something he doesn't want to end too soon. Who would?
Marcus reached down to palm his dick through his sweats, closing his eyes and rubbing over himself a few times. He thought about heading into the bathroom to jerk off thinking about fucking Nattie, how they'd always had a good time and how good she'd always felt, and he'd thought about it driving home. Maybe it'd be healthy for him to think about something else for once other than Esca, and Esca's body, his scent and the taste of his skin, how responsive Esca was, how having a tongue in his ear could make Esca moan and writhe against him more than some of Marcus's exes had done when he'd been doing his finest work lying between their knees. Maybe he should think about doing that instead of how he'd bury himself in Esca and let himself go, pounding away till his lungs burned, then look down to see Esca's furious face snarling up at him that he could do better than that.
He'd soaked a spot in his clean sweats. Marcus slid his hand under them, and his mouth decided to bypass his decision-making process, opening itself to call out Esca's name. Esca appeared in the doorway ten seconds later, smirking at Marcus as if he'd been expecting it, naked and hard, looking hotter than hell and like this wasn't going to take long.
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It was strange how such a small thing as having the lights off for the first time changed so much. Two months of the show without a break of more than a day was taking its toll on them both, and it'd been Esca who'd walked straight through to the bedroom from the apartment door like a zombie, suggesting that maybe they should just sleep. Which had caused an awkward moment when Marcus had been left standing there by the couch, unsure of whether he should assume it was okay to sleep in bed with Esca if they weren't getting each other off. It hadn't been discussed, and Marcus was still standing there looking at the couch remembering how uncomfortable it was when Esca had stumbled back out of the bedroom, told him to stop being a stupid asshole, and pulled him along back in towards the bed by the waistband of his sweats.
“But you're sure it's okay for me to be in here if we're not doing anything?”
“We are doing something, if you hadn't noticed.”
“No shit.” The darkness gave everything so much clarity as their limbs slid together, Esca's hand on Marcus's asscheek, the fuzzy warmth and softness of Esca's nuts pressing against his thigh. “We could talk about it, though. I don't want to be a pain in the ass.”
Esca laughed against Marcus's throat. “Didn't bother you that much against that wall over there.”
“I think there's things we should work out -”
“And I think your priorities are fucked, because it's after one in the morning, we should get off and get to sleep, and ooh, this is different . . .”
The dark was making Marcus try stuff he hadn't before, rolling Esca onto his back and holding him flat as he started to kiss over Esca's chest. He'd spent all that time since they'd met being really into how Esca's chest looked, and then how good it felt against his every time anything happened, but he'd never done this, spent any physical attention on the flat planes of lean muscle beneath the throat he'd explored every inch of. Esca's skin was so smooth that Marcus could feel the bump of a mole with the tip of his nose, nuzzling over a couple of inches to a small, flat nipple that, in the dark because it seemed more obvious that way, he sucked into his mouth. It always felt good when guys had done it to him. It seemed to with Esca, whose fingers combed through Marcus's hair and held his head in place.
“Ooh. Oh, fuck.” Esca shifted his position and started to rub his hard-on against Marcus's hip. “You been watching more porn on the sly? Sneaky bastard.”
“Thought I might try some stuff.”
Marcus moved his attention to Esca's other nipple, which earned him another hand on his head along with an approving curse as he teased its tip with the edges of his teeth. Esca's scent was stronger here this close to his tufted pits, and got stronger still as Marcus started kissing and nuzzling his way down Esca's torso.
“Um.”
He had to crawl diagonally down the bed on his stomach, ankles hanging over the end, to kiss the scrubby little patch of fine hair Esca had under his belly button. “You want me to stop?”
“No . . . but you seem to be heading in a somewhat unexpected direction. You don't have to.”
Esca's dick left a wet smudge on Marcus's neck as it flexed upwards towards him. It was all he could smell, this close to it, a mix of shower gel and, well, dick. Probably ballsweat, too. Not bad but definitely different. “I've been thinking about it, but I haven't before. With anyone.”
“Then I imagine you're going to be absolutely terrible at it.” Marcus laid his head against Esca's stomach, starting to laugh, but Esca lifted a foot and pushed at his shoulder. “Come on! Man up, get down there. You'll survive.”
He stroked it first, moving that velvet sleeve of skin up and down slow as Esca mmmed and spread his legs, making room for Marcus to get as comfortable as he could, hanging so far off the bed he could touch the floor with his toes. It seemed bigger, now he had to think about fitting it in his mouth. Which wasn't an idea that appealed, not that much, and watching porn of guys blowing each other, Marcus always imagined himself on the receiving end because he always had been. Which had been totally okay with him.
“I did say you don't have to.”
Esca had sat up, looking down at Marcus, his face unreadable with only the flare of his cheekbone and the curve of one ear visible in the dim light filtering through the closed blinds. Marcus jacked him a couple more times, then moved in close enough to kiss the base of Esca's dick, which twitched in his hand as soon as his lips touched. “I know. I'm a little out of my depth here.”
“That's a bunch of shite. You've been blown plenty. Try doing the stuff I do to you. I'm not a bad size to practice on, more's the pity.”
It felt big enough to him. He kissed it again. “I want to.”
It wasn't a total lie. His cock was rock hard against the sheets, which Marcus figured was usually a pretty accurate indicator of how into something he was, and having Esca spread out under him, wanting it, waiting for it, was giving him an authority over Esca he'd never had before.
“Not that what you're doing doesn't feel nice . . . would it help speed things up if I promise not to come in your mouth?”
Marcus smiled as he continued to kiss around the cock in his hand, slowly working his way up towards the business end. “Y'know, actually, it would.”
“Then you have my solemn vow I'll warn you before I'm about to pop my weasel.”
“Uh-huh.”
He said it with an open mouth he was closing around Esca's tip, keeping a firm grip on everything else with his hand. Esca fell back to the bed with a contented grunt, and his flavor hit Marcus's tongue, mingling with his scent in a way that made Marcus's hard-on throb against the bed. It was more subtle than he'd expected, a delicate salt that echoed the smell of Esca's neck. Okay. This wasn't so bad. Marcus slid his mouth downwards to envelop the whole of the head of Esca's dick, then gave a tentative, experimental suck. It drew a shuddery groan out of Esca, whose fingers reached out to grip Marcus's shoulder.
“Ohh, there we go.” He tried it again, and Esca moaned louder, gripped harder. “Fuck, that's good. You have no idea how long it's been. Forgot how it feels.”
Marcus was sucking gently, giving himself the chance to get used to it before trying anything else. Given the action in the men's room on any given night at Centurion's Helmet, he'd figured gay guys got blown every time they dropped their pants. Someone like Esca, someone hot, cute when he wanted to be, unbelievable in the sack, should have guys waiting in line. Yeah, so, maybe Marcus had waited to try this out longer than he should've. He pushed his head down further, feeling his mouth opening up and the length of Esca's cock resting against his tongue. Esca was owed. Marcus would have to try to do it some justice.
“Use your tongue a bit.” Marcus complied, and Esca whined, canting his hips. “That's it. Tongue, then pull off on a suck till you're almost off, tighten your mouth and push back down again. You don't have to go down too far and, oh, Jesus, you have been watching porn, haven't you?”
Marcus knew he was good at taking instruction. The success of their act was proof of that. He stuck to Esca's guidance, spit beginning to collect in his mouth as he pumped his head a few times, slowing to suck harder, opening his mouth more. It had to be working because Esca was starting to curse, his hand on Marcus's head, hips rocking in rhythm with Marcus's movements. The flavor was growing stronger, scent rising out of Esca's crotch filling Marcus's head where he was having to breathe through his nose. That he was doing this, sucking dick, breathing in someone's ball stank and that it was turning him on, was a revelation. His cock was aching, pressed between him and the mattress. He'd only taken half of Esca's dick in, but it was filling his mouth with flavor and heaviness, a living thing pulsing against his tongue. He fucked against the bed and moaned, starting to pump his head faster, spit leaking out over his bottom lip to drip over his hand.
“Fuck. Fuck! Oh, fuck. I knew you'd be good at this. Mouth like that, figures you're a natural.”
Fingers were petting through his hair, and Marcus would've smiled at Esca's tactful BS because, compared with the stuff Esca did to him, this was sloppy and amateur. He was making a mess, spit everywhere, his lips starting to ache where he was trying to work them fast enough but keep them tight. Kinda like trying to pat your head and rub your belly at the same time. He wanted to start jerking off, but this was taking all his concentration and Esca seemed like he was really into it, moaning, squirming on the bed beneath Marcus with every noisy suck or swipe of tongue. His neck and shoulders were tiring fast where the show had depleted his muscle strength, but Marcus knew he could be an obstinate motherfucker when he wanted to, so he kept his pace, figuring out that Esca's cursing got louder and way more pornographic when he started stroking upwards with his hand in time with his mouth.
“Okay, shit, you've got to . . . unh, no, I don't want you to, but you'd better stop.”
“Getting ready to pop?” His chin was soaked. Marcus wiped it along Esca's knee.
“Not far off. Get up here.”
Esca's hands found him in the dark, Esca's strong, clever hands that pushed Marcus onto his back and reached down, wet with lube or spit, something slick, diving in two-handed on his aching dick, something he'd never had before. Esca straddled his thighs and was working one hand stroking and squeezing his shaft, the other twisting in a spiraling movement that made Marcus's eyes roll back in his head. “The hell kind of fancy-ass jerk off is that?”
“I call this one 'the milking machine'. What do you reckon?”
Marcus's breath kept catching in his throat, his stomach muscles clenching as Esca worked him almost too hard, the intensity of sensation making it tough to think, let alone form coherent sentences. “I reckon you're a goddamn genius.”
“What I am is in a hurry.”
It was a surprise to feel the build starting already, Marcus closing his eyes and fucking up into the haven of Esca's tight grip. “Shit. Holy shit. Thirty seconds off losing it.”
“No. For real? Hooray for Mr. Speedy.” Esca lay down beside him, removing one hand, leaving the other behind to continue stroking. “Give us a sec, we might be able to go at the same time.”
Maybe it was the dark, or because he could still taste Esca all over his tongue. Maybe it was the tightening of his nuts, his thighs, the promise of a climax snaking around his body. Whatever it was, Marcus needed more than an arm throw over his chest, its hand pumping his dick. He wanted Esca against him in every way, Esca's tongue in his mouth. He rolled towards Esca pulling them together, sliding a proprietary arm around Esca's back to grab a handful of leanly-muscled ass, and nosed his way through the darkness to find Esca's mouth, his orgasm starting to climb through his body the second his tongue was pushing against Esca's. He'd noticed in the first week that he'd come faster whenever Esca was kissing him like this, savage and penetrating, laying him bare as they thrusted against each other and into Esca's hand.
“I'm gonna . . . sorry, can't hold it back.”
“Me, too, I'm there, fuck I'm so fucking there, fuck, oh fuck, Marcus, M-marcus . . .”
Esca broke away from the kiss and shivered, then leaned his head against Marcus's shoulder as he gasped, started shooting. Marcus closed his eyes, feeling shaken down to his bones when the warm flood of Esca's cum was the thing that tipped him over, tumbling after Esca in the darkness, clinging to that small, solid body against his like it was going to save him.