He followed without complaint, mostly because it hadn't occurred to him where they might be going. The music dimmed, dropping into a low, rhythmic pulse, but his ears were still ringing, the moonlight silver blue, reflected off the cave walls, and for a moment, that was enough to distract him.
It was pretty and soft and Marshall wondered if it would be okay if he just stayed there forever. Moved in and took up residence in this tiny corner of the island.
But then there were hands on him and he thought oh. Oh, that's why we're here.
It didn't seem strange at all to shrug off his shirt and let it fall to the rocks. He'd never gotten this far with Jason, or even Hal, and Courtney hardly counted, but the drugs brought up instincts in him he didn't even known he had.
He pressed forward, pushing Maxxie back against the wall, and it felt strange to be the one crowding the other boy into a corner of the alcove, but he couldn't think of a single reason why he should be hesitating.
Maxxie had no problem whatsoever with Marshall crowding him. It didn't feel strange at all but fucking fantastic, having someone just as desperate to get off with him as he was, a hot, firm body willingly pressed against his skin.
He got his hands on Marshall's hips again, bringing them back to where they were before, perfectly aligned as on the dance floor, so that now when Maxxie rolled his hips to the distant beat, his hardening dick found friction against Marshall's thigh. Groaning into Marshall's mouth, Maxxie clawed with frantic fingers at the stupid vest. Teeth tugging at his lower lip, Maxxie released him from the kiss only long enough to pull the last layer of clothing off over Marshall's head.
Marshall emerged disheveled and blinking stupidly in the low light of the alcove, just enough time to focus on Maxxie's face before he was diving in for another kiss. It didn't even feel weird to be getting naked with another boy. A stranger with really great hands, who happened to be a pretty amazing kisser.
And the hard line of an erection pressed against his thigh wasn't completely new, either, but that didn't stop it from feeling better than just about anything else ever had.
Pulling back for air, gulping in huge lungfuls that stuttered on the sound of a strangled moan, he realized that his hands were on the other boy's chest, trailing down his stomach, tracing the sharp ridges of muscles and the jut of his hipbone over the tight waistband of his pants. And that's where his hands stopped, pausing with just a hint of uncertainty, mostly because he didn't really know what he wanted. But whatever it was, he wanted more, and preferably now.
Maxxie knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how to get it. He took over where Marshall's hands paused, undoing the close and zip on his own trousers. Why the other boy hesitated or what it meant didn't matter. It was only another small obstacle to be tossed aside.
Ducking his head, Maxxie kissed his way down Marshall's neck, his hands busy now with the other boy's jeans. It only took a few seconds of practiced movements before his thumbs could hook over the elastic of Marshall's boxers and pull everything down to cling precariously just below his hips. His fingers wrapped around Marshall's dick, the height and weight of it feeling so good in his hand it inspired a slight smile and groan muffled against the crook of Marshall's neck.
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It was pretty and soft and Marshall wondered if it would be okay if he just stayed there forever. Moved in and took up residence in this tiny corner of the island.
But then there were hands on him and he thought oh. Oh, that's why we're here.
It didn't seem strange at all to shrug off his shirt and let it fall to the rocks. He'd never gotten this far with Jason, or even Hal, and Courtney hardly counted, but the drugs brought up instincts in him he didn't even known he had.
He pressed forward, pushing Maxxie back against the wall, and it felt strange to be the one crowding the other boy into a corner of the alcove, but he couldn't think of a single reason why he should be hesitating.
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He got his hands on Marshall's hips again, bringing them back to where they were before, perfectly aligned as on the dance floor, so that now when Maxxie rolled his hips to the distant beat, his hardening dick found friction against Marshall's thigh. Groaning into Marshall's mouth, Maxxie clawed with frantic fingers at the stupid vest. Teeth tugging at his lower lip, Maxxie released him from the kiss only long enough to pull the last layer of clothing off over Marshall's head.
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And the hard line of an erection pressed against his thigh wasn't completely new, either, but that didn't stop it from feeling better than just about anything else ever had.
Pulling back for air, gulping in huge lungfuls that stuttered on the sound of a strangled moan, he realized that his hands were on the other boy's chest, trailing down his stomach, tracing the sharp ridges of muscles and the jut of his hipbone over the tight waistband of his pants. And that's where his hands stopped, pausing with just a hint of uncertainty, mostly because he didn't really know what he wanted. But whatever it was, he wanted more, and preferably now.
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Ducking his head, Maxxie kissed his way down Marshall's neck, his hands busy now with the other boy's jeans. It only took a few seconds of practiced movements before his thumbs could hook over the elastic of Marshall's boxers and pull everything down to cling precariously just below his hips. His fingers wrapped around Marshall's dick, the height and weight of it feeling so good in his hand it inspired a slight smile and groan muffled against the crook of Marshall's neck.
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