Kiss Me

Part Ten

Walker

Last night...was surreal. My stupid asshole brain had saved every little detail for me so I could replay it again and again and think about how nice it would have been to stay like how we were last night, if not for the circumstances. All of which was terrifying.

As carefully as I could, I eased myself away from Marcus, making sure to tuck the blankets around him as I rolled out of the bed. He made a soft, sad sound as I left, reaching out for the personal human-sized hot water bottle he’d just lost in his sleep, but not quite waking. I slipped into the bathroom, desperate to have a door between us, and breathed a sigh of relief as soon as it swung shut.

Shower.

I could take a shower, and that’d give me plenty of time to get a grip on myself. The pressure was incredible and the hot water was instant, which felt like a small miracle in a place like this, with snow piled up three inches along the bottom ledge of the high bathroom window. I peeled off the t-shirt I’d slept in and my underwear, wondered what the hell to do with them, and then decided that was a problem better dealt with when I had a clearer head. Right now, it felt like it was full of feathers.

A happy sigh escaped me as I stepped under the spray, hot water driving away the chill of the air. Although my dick was hard again. I’d figured if I ignored it, it’d go away, usually did but apparently things couldn’t be that easy.

The warmth of Marcus’s body curled up against mine came back to me as though he was right here with me, pressed close so we were skin to skin, the sweet, bright scent of his hair filling the room. Dammit. Okay. Okay, fine. I was alone, no one ever had to know what was going through my head just now. I took a deep breath, hissing as I curled my fingers around my cock without preamble. No teasing, no taking my time. Get off and get over it.

My teeth dug into my lower lip as I made one last attempt to think of anything else, but all my brain would give me was Marcus. Him smiling at me, eyes sparkling, like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Him standing so close to me I could feel the heat of his body. Marcus all hot, sweaty, for me, trying his best to fit into my world without losing who he was. Marcus kissing me, soft and sweet, my stomach swooping and my head pounding as I breathed him in. Thinking if he walked in on me right now. My breath hitched at the thought, so real I could almost hear the door hinges squeaking as it swung open. I could picture his eyes widening, surprised at first, and then glittering as he looked at me, hunger burning in his eyes as he licked his lips. He’d smile at me. Just for me, and he’d have one now, warm and excited. Laughter as he let his underwear fall to the floor and surged forward, crossing the threshold into the shower, pushing my back against the tiles. Hot, needy kisses, with tongue, and I wouldn’t even have to ask. He would know. He’d laugh into my mouth and purr that it was okay, that he knew, that he understood and he was going to explain everything to me.

A hiss escaped me as I hit the shower tiles in the real world, cold against my water-warmed back, a shiver of need rolling through me at the thought of Marcus’s body pinning me there, hot mouth exploring my neck, hands roaming over my skin. He wanted me. In my head, he wanted me, more than I’d ever been wanted before. He touched like it was the best thing that's ever happened to him, with awe and pleasure, laughing and giggling as he came to my cock, wrapping his fingers around it. Another gasp escaped me, hand barely covering my mouth in time to stifle a moan. As fantasies went, I hadn’t had one I’d gotten this into in a long time. My cock throbbed in my hand as I imagined him doing this for me, clever, practiced fingers touching everywhere I liked and a few places I didn’t know about yet, experience that dwarfed my own coming out to shine. He wouldn’t be afraid to touch me, hands and mouth all over me, hard cock nudging my belly as he kissed me again, grinding against me, slow and easy like we had all the time in the world.

Heat pooled in the pit of my stomach, trickling down to my oversensitive cock like sand in an hourglass, a spike of pain from my bitten lip pushing me right up against the edge, one foot over, ready to crash down. It’s okay, the Marcus in my mind whispered into my ear, breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. I want you to come. The whole mountain under me seemed to lurch as I came, one hand pressed to the shower door to brace myself against the force of it, toes curling so hard my left foot cramped. Blood pounded in my ears as wave after wave of my orgasm hit, belly tight, thighs trembling with the effort of staying upright while what was left of my brains spilled out of my cock, coating the back of my hand and dripping down to the shower floor. In my head, Marcus kissed me again, coaxing me through it, one hand on my cock and the other on my ass, teeth digging into my lip, a pleased hum rumbling in the back of his throat. How was he so hot? I felt hollowed out when I was finally done, forehead pressed against the shower tiles, lungs burning for air. Fuck. Holy fuck. I hadn’t come that hard jacking off since I was a teenager. Even then, I wasn’t sure I’d been capable of coming that long.

A soft, spent groan scraped along the back of my throat as I came down, too late to stifle it. Hopefully, Marcus was still fast asleep. The last thing I needed was to step out of the bathroom and find him peering at me from the bed, eyes knowing, lips curved into a sly little smile. A throb of lust hit me deep in the pit of my stomach at the thought. If I hadn’t just come, that would have been enough to make me come all over again. Rationally, I didn’t want him to catch me, but a tiny part of me wondered what it might be like.

Once I caught my breath, I got on with my shower, a little thrill of want hitting me as I poured shampoo in my palm. My stupid asshole brain treated me to a full surround-sound short film of Marcus running his fingers through it, grinning at me, whole face shining with approval. I shut off the shower and toweld my hair dry, watching in the mirror as the ends curled up all by themselves. It wasn’t curly, exactly, but there was enough curl to it to give it some texture.

"Walker?" My heart skipped beats when I heard him call me. So, reluctantly I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom to see him sitting up in bed, sleep on his face and his hair a complete mess. Then my eyes fell onto his sore tattoo and I smiled.

"Did I wake you with the shower?" A flash of going over to the bed and kissing him good morning played through my mind, and I pushed it away like I'd been burned. 

"No," he yawned and held up his phone. "Phone did. Henley messaged to say that he and Aya will be busy with flower arrangements and Matt and Zeke will be here in the afternoon."

"Oh, I've not had the pleasure of meeting them."

He grimaced and ran a hand down his face. "You've been lucky."

I padded towards him, but my heart felt awful because of my shower stunt. "How's your chest feeling?"

"Fine, I guess a little sore….that coconut oil is good."

"Yeah, it's good for healing," I said and grabbed my bag. "So, what's going on today?"

"Dunno. Don't feel like doing anything really."

"Then don't," I uttered as I grabbed fresh boxers and slipped them on and dropped my towel. Marcus was now staring at me. Making my heart flutter all over again. "I guess we go back to being pretend boyfriends?"

"....Yeah, right...sure, best thing really," I really didn't want that answer, but I also knew last night was a culmination of a few things. The closeness, his kink with pain and the fact we were both extremely turned on. I mean we had the choice not to and to go our separate ways and jack off alone, but we didn't, we fucked for hours. So it stings that it's back to pretending. "Sorry."

"It's fine," I said, swallowing past an ache in my chest. "Breakfast?" I asked. Trying to get my mind off the impossible.

"Sounds like a good plan," He mumbled, peeling the covers away. "Considering it's all paid for we might as well take advantage. I just hope that devil woman won't be there."

"Even if she was, you can just ignore her...and I know what you're going to say. Easier said than done. But you've survived this long right?"

"I hate your brain."

I beg to differ. My brain seems to fucking love you. "Get dressed."

"I need to shower."

"Shower after if you're planning on doing nothing today."

"Alright," then he paused as he stood a foot from me. "Let's go out today. If you want."

"Where? There's like a million foot of deep snow outside."

He chuckled. And I held my breath. "Not a million, idiot. A few feet yeah, but we won't let that stop us, right?"

I wish he thought that about us, like literally us. "Sure. I need fresh air anyway."

"Oh," he said walking past me. "Text your brother. He's moaning that you've not answered."

"Right." Of course I've been ignoring Kyles messages, because I know what they would be. Have you hooked up? Are you together yet? Have you told him your feelings? I can't be dealing with that. I'm just about holding on as it is. Now I kind of wished I didn't agree to this and go back to just crushing on him. Instead I've had a full taste and it hurts that it won't happen again. Marcus doesn't want that. He swore it. He promised himself he'd never have a relationship. I guess having him once is better than never having him at all, right? Fuck! I couldn't be more wrong. 

"What about window shopping," he asked hanging his head out the bathroom, with his toothbrush bobbing in his mouth as he spoke. "I need new shoes."

"Need or want?"

"Both, I guess."

"Sure, sounds like a plan." His whole face lit up, and my heart almost gave up on keeping me alive to leap out of my chest and run over to him. Yeah, I thought. I need to talk to Kyle. Now.