Kiss Me

Part Sixteen

Walker

The first touch of Marcus’s soft, cautious tongue against the head of my cock was enough to make my toes curl. A wave of want and need rushed south, the few drops of blood left in my brain eager to get to the party happening at groin level. "Take your time," I forced out, already anticipating the heat of his mouth, the soft wetness of lips and tongue.

Marcus glanced up at me through his lashes, both hands curled around my thighs, kneeling on a cushion on the floor between my legs, in front of the ridiculous sofa. "Take my time, huh?"

I nodded, waiting. "I'm not going anywhere." I was really, really happy about the ridiculous sofa right now.

"That's a good thing." he said, licking his pretty pink lips with his equally pretty pink tongue. If said lips and tongue weren’t an inch from my dick, I could probably have thought up some better descriptors for them. Maybe even dipped my toes into metaphor. Right now, I was focusing on him. Instead of coming my brains out just over the thought that he wanted to, which was becoming increasingly likely.

My fingers dug deep into his hair without my brain interfering. Still soft and touchable as ever. Marcus was perfect. "Are you going to suck my dick or just look at it?"

He grins and licks his tongue over my tip and under my piercing. "Mmm," he hummed as I came un-fucking-done.

"God." Was all I could manage when he sucked me down his throat like a goddamn vacuum. I closed my eyes as stars appeared behind them. If he carries on like this I'll blow my load too early. Obviously. He knew what it was like when guys came. He knew what he was asking for and I wanted him to have it. I wanted me to have it.

Then he calmed a little and I let myself relax into the plush couch, toying with his hair and spreading my legs a little wider, settling in for the specific kind of wonderful this was. Marcus was about to wow me with his incredible technique, but he didn’t have to. I still couldn’t believe he was doing this. Everything else had been about him and that made sense, but this was about me. Whatever I did to deserve it, I wanted to keep doing it. My fingers tightened in his hair as he took me into his mouth again, deeper this time, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, testing pressure and stroke and using his fingers, dipping further into my pants to roll my balls in his palm, pressing behind them for good measure. He didn’t need to be good, although he was fan-fucking-tastic, he so clearly wanted to make me come that I was already speeding toward it. "Dammit," I panted. "Fuck, Marcus. So hot." I groan. "Close," I warned, guts tight, right on the verge of coming my brains out into his mouth like he wanted. Marcus hummed around me, tongue still fascinated with the piercing, I’d never been happier I’d gotten it done than I was at this moment.

He didn’t move. Didn’t try to back off. Just sealed his lips around my cock, met my eyes, and sucked. A low, broken sound tore out of my throat as I came down his, gritting my teeth against the sudden force of it, eyes screwed shut as an overwhelming wave of pleasure barrelled through me. The leather of the couch cushions protested under my grip as I peaked, a split second of pleasure so intense it hurt. Fuck. Then his mouth slipped off me and he licked his lips. "Taste good." he said.

"I hope so," When I finally pulled myself together enough to focus on him again, he was looking up at me with sleepy eyes and wiping a sticky drop away from the corner of his mouth, throat working as he swallowed one last time with a satisfied sigh. "If you offered blowjobs every day for life I'd be so damn happy." I muttered.

"Would you now?" He asked, staring at me. His eyes danced as he watched me. Smiling. "Don't forget your glory hole." He sniggered.

Fuck! "You noticed?"

"Of course," he chuckled. "How could I not."

"That was a drunken mistake."

"Well, I like it, because it's definitely a glorious hole."

I leaned forwards and met his face. "It's all yours, you know that right?"

"All mine?"

"You want to kiss me?" I grinned at him. He was so gorgeous like this, soft and at ease and dripping with affection. Marcus let me pull him in for a kiss, parting his lips as I encouraged him to let me in, licking at the roof of his mouth, tasting myself on him. If there was anything hotter than this, I didn’t know about it. The soft, happy sounds he made in my mouth all went straight to my heart. I wanted so much more of this now that I’d had a taste of what it could be like.

He moved up and I let him push me down onto the couch, still kissing him, our legs tangled together as we wrapped ourselves around each other. This was what I’d never had. Someone I could just be with. And I knew Marcus didn't really want anymore than just this, for this week, but right now I wanted him to be so much it hurt. Really hurt. I wanted him to be mine. All mine. Forever. "Walker," he whispered against my mouth. I hummed. "Honorary...top of the list."

I was confused as hell. What the fuck was he mumbling about? "What?"

"I don't want to be your honorary boyfriend," he paused as I sucked in a breath. "I want...to be your real boyfriend." I choked on my own saliva and started coughing. "That bad?"

"God," I tried to talk through the coughing. "No...fuck…"

"No?"

"Shit, not no...like You mean that?" I asked. As I calmed. Although my heart was drumming like crazy.

He smiled and did that cute biting at his bottom lip thing. "I mean it. Although I wonder what in the hell you see in me."

Kissing the tip of his nose, I smiled. "Well, you’re quiet and patient and you seemed like the kind of person I could just exist around without it being a chore. You… you’re… grounding, I guess. And smart. I love that you’re so goddamn smart. Listening to you. Or even watching you," I paused to take a breath. I needed to say what I needed to say. "Just you. Even though you've been through so much and you have no self confidence, It makes me want you more. It makes me want to prove to you every day that you are so fucking important, even if don't see it. That everything you do makes me want a little more every day. I want to be with you Marcus. I want to be a part of your life and you a part of my weird life." It went silent. I started to worry I'd said too much.

"It's so easy with you, it's frightening, but beautiful too." he said a moment later, propping himself up on his elbow to look me in the eyes, brows drawn together. "So comfortable."

"Perfectly comfortable."

Hearing that he felt the same way…damn. "Think it helps that you’re not lying to yourself anymore." I said, reaching out to tuck an imaginary strand of hair behind his ear, just to touch him.

"No, not anymore. At first I couldn't accept what I felt. Fear was a big factor. But I can't lie to myself….not anymore. Not with you. Because with you it's so right."

I just wanted to touch him. To stay exactly like we were right now, happy and safe, forever. "I...I erm...shower?" I stuttered. God, I wanted to tell him I love him, so much it's killing me. But I didn't want to freak him out when he'd just admitted he wants more from us. Saying I love you right now would most probably make me look like a desperate fool. But then again, I am desperate. For him, always have been, always will be. But I didn't want to look like some clingy idiot.

"Shower sounds so good."

"It does."

"Don't want to move though." He said and I chuckled a little and wrapped my arms around him. It's warm, perfect. I'm so happy he asked me to come here with him, because if he didn't….I'd still be pinning after him and wishing and watching and never doing anything. Then as my thinking started to seep to the back of my mind. My eyes fell closed as Marcus’s fingers carded through my hair, tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying slowly seeping out of my muscles as he relaxed against me on the sofa, in front of the open fire that had dimmed. If this is how it felt to be Marcus's real and not honorary boyfriend right now, I could only imagine what it would be like in weeks or months to come. He'd probably have quite a few more tattoos, too. I chuckled at the thought. "What's got you chuckling?"

"Thinking about giving you more tattoos."

"You haven't finished my dreamcatcher."

"I will, let it heal a bit first."

He hummed out a satisfied tune. "To think in two days it will be Lily's wedding and I've not done enough to help."

"Then let's go help tomorrow. I overheard about lights and voiles. Maybe we can do that?"

"Yeah, me and you right?" He asked, lifting his head. "Together?"

"Together." He smiled and settled again against my chest. Together forever baby. I thought. Definitely. Forever. I loved him. I didn’t want to be thrown back in the dating pool. I didn’t want to go back to reality at all. What I wanted was to stay here, just like this, snuggled up close to him, warm and happy even though the world outside was harsh and cold, even though we’d both been hurt, even though this should’ve been impossible.

Tell him.

I wanted to. I wanted this to be the first time I’d ever told someone I loved them and meant it, meant that I wanted them body and soul for as long as they’d have me. Just tell him you love him. Get it over with. Now. If he says whoa, too fast and puts the brakes on things then I'd understand, but what if….what if he loved me too and said it back to me. What if I heard those exact words I'm dying to say from his lips? It would be a damn miracle. Fuck it. "I love you Marcus….I always have." I said it.

He gasped and lifted his head to look at me. "Is that so?" My heart immediately sank. "Maybe...maybe I love you too." My breath hitched. Fuck, that was good enough for me. "Five more minutes, then shower." he added, all lazy and cute, maybe that was just one more way we were alike. A flash of lazy mornings spent in bed with him hit me hard. I could picture it all, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, the smell of fresh coffee I’d gotten up to make before slipping back into bed beside him, Marcus’s hair sleep-tousled and his eyelids heavy, a tired smile turning up his pretty lips. Bedclothes rustling as we slipped back under them, hands taking shortcuts, so used to each other’s bodies that we knew exactly where to touch, and how, and a few minutes of gasping, sighing, and moaning later and we’d be curled up together, satisfied without breaking a sweat and happy to nap for another hour before we got up and did it all again in the shower. It was so easy to imagine just being like this. So easy and now, possible.