Kiss Me

Part Nine

Marcus

He'd been tattooing for nearly two hours now and honestly it hurt. But not the normal kind of pain, more like a stinging burning sensation, a sensation I'd not felt in a long time. And I loved it. Every now and then I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning or running my fingers through his hair. All the while having a raging hard on that twitched more every time the needle touched my sensitive skin. I wasn't sure if he noticed or not, he'd not said anything and I wasn't going to tell him that every time the needle ripped at my skin I could explode in my pants.

"I think that's enough for now," he said and grabbed at a spray bottle and started to wash my skin. "Looks real good so far."

I leaned up and looked down. "It's awesome."

"I told you I'm good."

"I already knew, with all the artwork in your shop."

"Yeah...and this one is free of course."

"I'd pay, if you want. Like a normal customer would do...or because I'm being polite."

"Polite? I'm not sure this is being polite." He said.

"Well...I guess." For half a second I thought about taking it all back, the whole polite strangers bullshit, because I was insanely curious, but in the end I shook my head. "You’re right."

"Polite strangers?"

"That would imply that we’ve managed to act like that for even one minute of the last two hours. But yeah" I stretched my arms up behind my head, trying not to read anything into the way Walker's eyes tracked the movement, then I blew out a breath. What the fuck would polite strangers do at this moment? Or even pretend boyfriends.

"Wanna turn on the TV and see what the weather predictions look like?"

"No." Walker was looking at me strangely. Not mad, exactly, but his eyes were hot in a way that made my breath catch.

"You sure? It’s fun when they send hapless reporters out into the snow to remind us what snow looks like, just in case we’re too lazy to look out the window."

"I’m positive." He pushed away from me. His jeans were tight and hung low on his hips, and the t-shirt was flecked with little drops of ink from tattooing me and I noticed his very large bulge. Jesus, he was just as hard as me.

I had to look away. "A movie, then?" He asked. God no. I know exactly what my body wanted, although my brain was saying fuck don't do it.

"No...no movie," I said lifting from the leather sofa.

"Marcus?" Walker’s voice was low, serious and tentative all at once, and when I looked back at him, our gazes locked.

"Okay, if we were strangers, if we met on the road for the first time tonight and were stranded here together for just one night before we said goodbye forever....what would you want to do?"

"We're not strangers and we're not stranded. We're pretending to be boyfriends, remember."

"What would pretend boyfriends do then?"

His answer was right there in his eyes, in the tilt of his hip, in the way his teeth were sunk into his bottom lip like…yes yes, I know you're just as hard as me. "Pretend boyfriends would pretend and do nothing."

"Or, we can forget pretending for now and just relieve each other because your just as hard as me and don't deny it."

"Fuck, Marcus," he breathed. Then smiled, teasing and wanting and focused on me. It was more dangerous than a blizzard and everything I’d been missing for two years and almost three months. "Seems like a pretty good answer to me."

"Uh huh." And again my teeth were sinking into my bottom lip as he moved forward and I took steps back until the cold wall touched my skin.

"Looks like you're running away."

"I'm not."

"That's good then...but then again I wouldn't let you." And his mouth pressed firm against mine. Then I moaned, right into Walker's mouth and my hands, which had been clutching at the fabric of his t-shirt by his shoulders drifted up of their own accord and tangled into his thick dark hair. He braced his forearms on the wall by my head and let the weight of his body rest against mine, grounding me as he owned my mouth. I broke away with a gasp a long moment later...apparently oxygen was kind of important after all and I was half afraid that would be it, the spell would be broken, but he didn’t move away. His lips cruised down to nip at the hinge of my jaw and suck at a spot on the side of my neck. I inhaled sharply and my knees trembled. "You like that, hmm?" I nodded, half-dazed. "I've fantasize about this spot." he whispered, his breath ghosting over my damp skin.

"So… you’re a neck man, then?" I teased in a strangled voice.

Walker’s gentle laughter made my breath hitch. "Only with you, Marcus. Only with you." He pulled away just long enough to strip away his t-shirt, and then he was back, the warmth of his chest pressed to mine and made my tattoo sting. He kissed me again in the same spot, and I couldn’t help the way my back arched and my hips bucked against him. Control was a concept I only had a passing acquaintance with at best, and right now the fucker had entirely left the building. All I could do was feel… and want.

One of his hands ghosted down my side, the backs of his fingers ghosting down my abs and catching on the drawstring of my pants like they were asking a silent question, but I had a very vocal answer. "Jesus, yes."

"The name is Walker," the fucker said, voice warm with amusement. "Just in case you forgot who’s taking you apart right now." I tugged at his hair in punishment, but he didn’t seem to find it very discouraging if the way he rubbed himself against my thigh was any indication. "That’s right, babe. Get a good grip. You’ll need it."

Before I could figure out what the hell he was talking about, he lowered his head to bite at my collarbone before sliding lower to lick my nipple. "Motherfucker!" I shouted, yanking his hair again.

"Once again, it’s Walker," he laughed, lifting his head just enough so I could see his eyes dance. "So embarrassing, Marcus. Do you often have this problem?"

"Shut up." I demand. And changed my grip on his head, forcing his mouth back to my chest, and I was rewarded with a puff of laughter against my skin.

"Getting impatient?"

"Maybe," I tried to say, but the word ended on a yelp as he replaced his lips with his teeth and at that exact moment tugged the drawstring of my pants. Fuck.

"That’s fine," he said, falling to his knees. "I’m not feeling too patient either." He slid his hands down over the curve of my ass to my thighs, pushing my legs apart, and I whimpered. His hands gripped the fabric and tugged so the pants slid down an inch, then two, until they were at my ankles and I leaned my head back against the wall to catch my breath because the anticipation was killlllling me.

It took me a second to process that Walker’s movements had stopped, and I opened my eyes with a frown. "What?"

"Your dick is beautiful."

I laugh a little. What kind of guy says another guy has a beautiful dick? "If...if it's that beautiful, then stick in your mouth."

I chanced a glance down at him, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore. He’d pressed his forehead to my hip, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter. "God, I want it." It could’ve been embarrassing, honestly, under other circumstances, but my embarrassment reflex had already been exhausted today, and the rough hand Walker wrapped around my base said that he was really fucking excited by how easily I responded anyway. "Hmm," he hummed and ducked his head and licked my dick, over and over, getting my entire length and his fist positively messy with saliva, then he jerked me deliberately, hard and fast, exactly the way he thought I'd liked it. And I fucking loved it.

"W….Walker!" I moaned, slapping one open palm against the wall behind me while keeping the other firmly buried in his hair.

"Fuck." He responded by pushing my legs further apart and bending down to lick a stripe over my balls that I swear I felt in my toes. "Fuck," he breathed again. "You smell like floral soap everywhere. Do you have any idea how hot that is?"

"Show me," I said, staring down at him. His eyes lifted to mine, questioning. "Show me," I repeated. He got the message and pulled back so he could undo his jeans and slipped from them. No fucking underwear at all, and holy hell, I was never gonna be able to see him in those pants again without…."Yes!" I moaned out as he wrapped his hand around me again.

The other hand, he lifted to my mouth. "Lick it, Marcus." Who knew those particular words, out of the hundreds of thousands in the English language, were my own personal abracadabra? My own alohomora? Walker did, apparently. Because I could no more have disobeyed him than I could have sprouted wings. "Im going to fuck you tonight, you know that right?"

I nodded like crazy. Although I've not bottomed in like….a hundred years, I wanted him. All of him buried in me so deep that I would still feel him the next day and the day after that. I guess I was being extremely selfish. The old me was burning without question, but the new me knew this was the only time. Just this one time.