After the Crash, page 17
part #1 of Small Town Hearts Series
“Dane of Excellent Dongs.”
“Never say that again.”
“Sultan of Sex.”
“No.”
“Sultan of Sodomy?”
“That’s even worse.”
“I’ve got it.” Marshall laughed before he even spat it out. “Prince of the Penis.”
“Oh my god.” Fox clamped a hand over Marshall’s mouth, likely in an attempt to get him to stop, but only managed to obstruct his hysterical bouts of laughter. “I regret deciding to play this game with you. I should have just sucked your cock without trying to be coy about it.”
Marshall stopped laughing. His eyes widened. Despite the presence of Fox’s palm, he attempted speech. “Wheu?”
“Your cock.” Fox glanced down Marshall’s body, as if Marshall might have forgotten where it was. “In my mouth.”
Unsurprisingly, that wasn’t the part of the concept Marshall was struggling with. He turned his head to the side to free his mouth from Fox’s hand-muzzle and attempted to find the right words. In the end, he settled on the wrong ones. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“You wanna…” Marshall gestured at himself.
“Yes, I wanna…” Fox gestured at Marshall in the same spastic, disbelieving way Marshall had gestured at himself, then hitched an eyebrow. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
“No!”
“Okay. I’ll go get breakfast started.”
Fox made a move to roll off the bed, which Marshall was pretty sure qualified as tactical warfare. Desperate to keep him there, Marshall launched across the bed like an ungainly torpedo and snagged Fox around the waist. “Stop! I meant no, I want you to do it.”
“What?”
“My cock.” Marshall found himself suddenly flustered. “I, um, I want you to, um, suck… it.”
“Well, now you’re speaking my language.” Fox smirked, and before Marshall’s heart had time to start racing, Fox had pinned him to the bed. He captured Marshall in a scorching kiss that chased all notions of embarrassment from Marshall’s mind. When it broke, his cheeks were hot and his dick was rock hard. The dominant glint in Fox’s eyes and the low, husky tone of his voice only fanned the flames further. “A secret for a secret. It’s only fair, isn’t it?” One more brief, needy kiss punctuated the question before Fox butted his way beneath Marshall’s jaw, where he nipped, then kissed before making his way down Marshall’s chest. “So here’s something else to keep your mind occupied.” Fox tugged Marshall’s nipple between his teeth and ran his tongue over its rounded tip. Marshall gasped and closed his eyes, anchoring a hand on the back of Fox’s head to keep him there while pleasure sparked and popped inside him. “I wanna know what it feels like to have you inside me.”
Marshall opened his mouth, but no sound came out. A whine of pleasure built and burst inside of him. Fox had never been comfortable enough with his sexuality to explore Marshall with his mouth, and he’d never, ever expressed interest in bottoming. It hadn’t mattered much to Marshall, who loved taking Fox’s cock as much as he adored bucking into his clenched fist, but to know Fox wanted him this badly turned him the hell on.
He’d top for Fox.
Fuck yes, he would.
He’d own that tight, muscular ass and spread those solid thighs, then watch as his cock slid home between them. He’d grip Fox’s sturdy hips and pump himself to orgasm in his tight heat, then unload into Fox in the same way Fox unloaded into him—deep, raw, and primal. He’d stroke Fox to orgasm while inside of him, feel what it was like to have a man come on his dick, then do it all over again as Fox’s cheeks became slick with lube and sex. If Fox hadn’t been pinning him to the bed, Marshall would have rolled them over and introduced Fox to what it felt like to be stretched—but Fox had other plans. He kissed his way down Marshall’s stomach and arrived at the base of his cock, which he kissed without hesitation before working his way up Marshall’s shaft, where he ran his tongue over his cockhead. The pleasure Marshall had felt when Fox had toyed with his nipples exploded, and he let loose with a throaty gasp that betrayed how much he wanted it.
Fox chuckled darkly, then drew Marshall into his mouth and took him all the way. The straight boy from Marshall’s imaginary narrative wasn’t so straight anymore.
“God,” Marshall breathed. The sheathlike wetness of Fox’s mouth made him want to buck, but Fox was too new to take advantage of, so Marshall fought his instincts and tried to go slow. It was an agonizing battle. As unskilled as Fox was, each time Marshall saw his shaft slide between his lips, he almost came undone. Orgasm clenched inside of him, and knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold it back, Marshall had to pull away. “I can’t. I’m gonna…”
Fox kissed the inside of his thigh. “Already?”
“Can you blame me?”
“I mean, I’m hot as fuck, but I didn’t think I was that hot.” Fox grinned. “Do you think if I got you to finish in my mouth, I could coax you into getting hard again so you can fuck my ass?”
If Fox wasn’t careful, Marshall wouldn’t last long enough to come anywhere except all over himself. He pushed a hiss of pleasure between his teeth, then looked down his body at Fox, who’d decided to angelically rest his head on Marshall’s thigh. Somehow Marshall didn’t buy his innocent act. “Even if I could, it wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not huge, but you’ve never… you know.”
“Taken cock before?” Fox ran a solitary finger up Marshall’s length, then circled his slit. “I can handle it.”
“You don’t know that. If you don’t know how to relax, then you’re not gonna enjoy it. I don’t want your first time to be a bad experience. I—”
“How do you know I don’t know?” Fox took his finger away and introduced his tongue instead, collecting the precum Marshall had made for him. Marshall tried to compose a reply, but every time he went to speak, his words fizzled into nothing. Fox felt too good. At last, Fox stopped toying with him and met Marshall’s eyes again. “I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re not ready.”
“Fuck that.”
“I’m not willing to hurt you.”
“Marshall.” Fox crawled up Marshall’s body so they were nose to nose. He sank onto one elbow and gripped Marshall’s hair with one hand. Marshall thought it would stop there, but Fox surprised him by grabbing his wrist. He brought Marshall’s hand to his ass. “I’ll. Be. Fine.”
There, nestled between Fox’s cheeks, was something hard and flat—something Marshall hadn’t expected. “Fox?”
“You think I wouldn’t notice that you’ve been making an effort to support me?” Fox let go of Marshall’s hand, then rolled his hips downward so his rapidly hardening cock brushed Marshall’s. “You didn’t have to do shit after finding out about my condition, but you went out of your way to make me feel comfortable. I decided that since you were going to such great lengths for me, I might as well make an effort to do something you’d appreciate, too.”
The scenarios that came to mind when Marshall considered the word “appreciate” included surprise cups of tea delivered to his office desk, kisses planted on the top of his head in passing, and dishes that magically cleaned themselves. Discovering that his boyfriend had been training his virgin hole with butt plugs for an undisclosed amount of time took the concept of appreciation and blew it into the stratosphere. He gaped at Fox, unsure of what to say.
Fox chuckled and kissed the corner of Marshall’s mouth. “You haven’t noticed, have you? How I’ve been squirming when we’re watching TV? How I’ve been more wild than ever when we fuck? I’m ready for you, baby. Stretch me one final time. I want it to be your cock that finishes the job.”
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Fox
Marshall was lean, but to his credit, he was powerful. Once he regained his wits, he grabbed Fox by the shoulders, rolled them over, and ran his fingers over the flat end of Fox’s plug. “How long?”
“I put it in before I came to bed this morning.”
“I mean how long have you been doing this?”
“Two weeks, give or take.” Inserting it had been uncomfortable at first, but Fox had suffered worse. After a while the discomfort had gone away, and when he’d next sized up, he’d found he liked it. “Long enough that I’ve started to get off on how it rubs inside me when I’m thrusting into you. Long enough to know I want more.”
“God…” Marshall shivered, then kissed Fox fiercely. His confidence was hot as hell. Even if Fox hadn’t been into the idea of bottoming, seeing Marshall take control would have sold him on it alone. Fortunately for both of them, Fox did enjoy the idea of having Marshall inside him. The fact it kicked Marshall’s aggressiveness into overdrive only made it better.
Then Marshall pulled on the plug, and nothing else mattered.
Pleasure pulsed through Fox’s body, and he squeezed down around the silicone with a cry muffled by Marshall’s mouth. When he tried to relax, Marshall moved the plug again, keeping Fox captive in an endless loop of pleasure.
“Marshall,” Fox begged through breaks in their kiss. “F-Fuck…”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
“Soon, baby.” He pulled with increased force, but only moved the plug enough so the swollen end stretched Fox’s hole. Fox groaned and lifted his hips, simultaneously never wanting it to leave and wishing it was already gone so Marshall could take its place. To show his lover how willing he was, Fox fucked himself on the plug as Marshall held it in place. The bulb caressed him from the inside, and Fox whined as his ring stretched and tightened around it. Fuck, was it good. So fucking good.
And then, just like that, it was over.
Marshall had removed the plug.
Empty, Fox arched his hips and whimpered, but Marshall didn’t keep him waiting long. His cockhead nudged into the space the plug had left behind, only venturing far enough to impale Fox on its tip. There were no words. Fox panted and gasped, lifting his hips in the hopes that if he presented his ass to Marshall’s liking, Marshall would fuck it and stretch him fully.
His wordless plea was heard.
“Here it comes,” Marshall murmured as he worked his tip back and forth. “You want it, baby? You ready?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Then it’s yours.”
Marshall slid into Fox, filling the aching need inside of him with pressure and girth and heat. There was a moment of discomfort as Fox’s body adjusted to its new conqueror, but ended the second Marshall started to pump his hips. Each inward thrust struck a spot inside of Fox he’d been searching for, but hadn’t known how to find—one that made him feel like Marshall was pushing the cum out of his balls. Pleasure exploded in bursts behind his eyes and robbed him of higher thought. All Fox could do was moan and lock his arms around Marshall’s neck as he met each of his thrusts.
It was different being on bottom—not better or worse, but uniquely extreme. As a top, Fox knew what it was like to fuck like an animal, but as a bottom he had no semblance of control. While he could squirm and roll his hips, Marshall was the one who gifted him with pleasure, and whether Fox was ready for it or not, he had to take it. He had to take it all.
One thrust. Another. Marshall was never unkind, but he didn’t hold back. They fucked hard, panting, gasping, and moaning. While they did, Marshall palmed Fox’s dick and pumped him in time to his fervent thrusts. Fox thought he might come then and there.
“You want it inside?” Marshall panted. “Can’t hold on. Gonna…”
“Keep it inside.” The words spilled forth, but even if they hadn’t, it was what Fox wanted. Fuck condoms. They’d never used them anyway. What sense did it make to start now? “Wanna feel you. Wanna—”
Another thrust. Another pulse of pleasure driving his cum from his balls. Fox’s voice broke, and he came with a truncated cry. Seed striped his stomach, but it wasn’t what Fox focused on—as he shot, he tightened around Marshall’s cock, milking it so Marshall could come, too. With a few more wild thrusts, Marshall groaned and bottomed out, then moved with slow, superficial strokes as his cock pulsed, and he came.
Warmth. Wetness. Fox moaned and worked himself on Marshall’s shaft, never wanting it to end. When he slowed, Marshall settled on his chest like a cat draped over a railing, too happy to dream of moving. Fox dropped his legs and spaced out, too lost in bliss to speak.
Minutes passed. Fox regained his breath, then melted into the sheets. Fox gathered Marshall in his arms and kissed him slowly and sweetly, but was promptly cockblocked by Rihanna.
Marshall’s phone was ringing.
“Shit,” Marshall muttered, breaking away from the kiss. “It’s Sam. How much do you wanna bet we lost track of time and he’s waiting for pickup?”
“After what we just did, I wouldn’t doubt it.”
“Mm. Worth it, though.” Marshall kissed him one last time, then reached for his phone. “Darn it, I missed him. Lemme just—” Marshall’s phone beeped with a new text. “Oh, he beat me to it. That was fast. He has to cancel today’s session.”
“Again?”
“Yeah. Again.” Marshall yawned, dropped his phone on the bed, and sank back onto Fox’s chest. “I figured he might want to skip a day or two come summer break, but I didn’t think he’d be missing this many sessions. I wonder if he found a boyfriend.”
Fox snorted. “In Bulrush?”
“You’re right.” Marshall kissed him, then rolled off and lay on the bed beside him. “I guess being part of the ruling class of the Umbrella nation has been tying him up more than he anticipated, but it’ll be fine. He knows his stuff. By the time he graduates, he’s going to know more than I did when I was his age.”
“Speaking of being Sam’s age…” Fox turned his head and looked Marshall over, from the blush of his cheeks to the taper of his waist, then back up again. Goddamn, was he gorgeous. If he was going to glow like that every time after topping, Fox would be getting to know the pillows very well. “What did you do to Elijah’s car that made it reek like that?”
“Oh.” Marshall buried his face in his hands and laughed. “Yeah, I kind of left you hanging, didn’t I? He used to crack his windows to vent it on hotter days, so for a few weeks I sneaked into the parking lot during lunch and pushed a glob of tuna salad in through the passenger side window. I always managed to get it to fall between the door and the seat, so it was hard to see. Guess he never discovered what was going on.”
Fox almost choked from laughing so hard. Marshall was right—Elijah had never figured out the source of the smell, and it’d pissed him off their entire senior year. It wasn’t quite justice, but it was something, and Fox was glad Marshall had had the chance to see it through.
When he’d composed himself enough to speak without losing it, Fox cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Wait… tuna salad? Are you telling me you’re a fish murderer?”
Marshall opened his hands like barn doors, revealing his devilish grin. “The statute of limitations suggests otherwise.”
“There’s no statute of limitations on murder, you dork.”
It seemed there wasn’t one on running, either. Marshall bolted out of bed and sprinted across the room, laughing hard. “You’ll never catch me alive!”
Fox’s heart filled to bursting for his goofy, crazy, spontaneous lover. As long as Marshall was around, laughter was never far away.
Fox sprang out of bed to give chase. At least, he tried. Running, it turned out, was complicated when his knees had developed the consistency of Jell-O. If it hadn’t been for the support of the bed, he would have fallen on his face.
Being dicked down apparently meant losing partial leg function.
Good to know.
By the time his legs had gotten their act together, Marshall had already escaped downstairs. Fox apprehended him in the kitchen, where he delivered justice for fish everywhere by busying Marshall’s lips with something that wasn’t murder. Too distracted by each other’s bodies to bother with cooking, they took a box of Lucky Charms to the couch, where Fox ate all the “boring oaty bits” and fed Marshall sad-looking hunks of dehydrated marshmallow. Even without milk, he had a good time. When he was cuddled up with Marshall like this, it was impossible to have anything less.
“So what’s with your Lucky Charms obsession, anyway?” Fox asked as he selected a shooting star and placed it on the tip of Marshall’s tongue. “I’m beginning to think I might need to stage an intervention.”
“Nah.” Marshall sucked on the marshmallow for a second, chewed, and swallowed. It wasn’t right that something so normal could be so goddamn cute, but Marshall managed it. “When I was growing up, we didn’t have much money. I told you Mom worked a bunch of jobs to pay rent and keep food on the table, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, sometimes when things were tough or when her hours got cut, we’d have to skimp on things. We ate a lot of rice and beans when I was a kid. I never went hungry, but I didn’t always get the things other kids did, you know? I never got to bring Capri Sun or Lunchables or Dunk-a-Roos. We were more of a peanut butter sandwich kind of family.” Marshall snorted. “Sometimes a little light on the peanut butter. But when there was a little extra money to go around, Mom would bring home treats. My favorite was Lucky Charms. She used to buy me my own box on my birthday, and I’d sit there and eat all the marshmallows out of it like it was the best thing in the world. I guess, at the time, it kind of was.” Marshall’s face fell, but his cheerfulness returned a second later, lighting up his eyes. “By high school, Mom was still working multiple jobs, but they were paying a little better, and we were able to afford the occasional trip for ice cream or fast food. Even then, Lucky Charms was my favorite by far, and now that I can afford anything I want, I still go back to it. It’s the Marshall Lloyd version of comfort food.”
“But not the boring oaty bits?” Fox popped a few of them into his mouth.
“Nah. Well, kind of?” Marshall wrinkled his nose. “If we’re going to rank them, they come second to the marshmallows, but I’ll still eat them if they’re all that’s left. That said, if you’re willing to be my boring oaty bits garbage disposal, then I’m not going to stop you.”
