Hi humans, you'll be hearing from Marcus this time. Hope you enjoy the chapter! I really like writing these two and their weird dynamic, and introducing more of Drew here as well. There's some NSFW content in here via memories, FYI.
Thank you again for all the support here as well as while I work on deep-editing LMD.
-Quill
Marcus
I could lie here all morning so easily; too easily.
My eyelids fluttered shut as I listened to the torrential downpour taking place on the other side of the window. The raindrops were so large, and the sheer volume of water falling from the sky had me wondering if Heaven’s floodgate really had opened. The cacophony of the rain was soothing, though. Days like this were my favorite to spend cozied up inside with something hot to drink, a blunt in my hand, a book to devour... or a dick to ride, a hole to fuck. I’m really not that hard to please.
Either way, the making of a perfect Saturday afternoon was at my fingertips, and naturally that meant I couldn’t help reminiscing about the events of that weekend, the following morning… everything we did.
Exhaling, I leaned over to crack the window; I wanted to hear the rain clearly, and the muted version through the glass just wasn’t enough. I also felt it’d serve as the perfect auditory backdrop for me to revisit secrets— our secrets. His, and mine, in the form of daydreams that I could never admit to. Not to Drew, not to mom, not to anyone. Only him.
My muscles relaxed as I loosened my body and flopped back onto the bed. I adjusted the pillow beneath my neck, inhaled deeply, and let my heavy eyelids fall shut. The faint ‘clicking’ coming from Drew’s PS4 controller soon faded into the background, the sound consumed by the rain outside. Perfect.
I rested my hands on my stomach and took a deep breath, interlocked my fingers, and then disappeared into my own memories. Safe to say, it didn’t take long to find what I was looking for.
At first, everything was dark, then slowly but surely my mind’s eye began to bring those memories back, and in filmlike detail. The gods had seen fit to bless me with an imagination so vivid that I could dream in black and white; could daydream so vividly, that it was like watching a movie. In a way this talent made me sort of a menace, a secret menace, because my mind could travel to places it shouldn’t, could dream up forbidden sex... it’s my little secret.
My brows furrowed as I thought harder, mind racing to put the final pieces together, and after a short time, I returned to that place… returned to his bed; ventured back for the tenth time this week to that lazy, forbidden Saturday morning.
I recalled the warmth, at first. Warmth, heavy, a welcome weight draped around my waist. Gentle, absentminded touches to my abdomen… fingertips that swirled their way across my skin and painted invisible doodles everywhere they went.
Fuck. I pressed my lips together and rolled away from Drew, toward the wall, because that fire in my core was going to spread whether I liked it or not. Thinking about him, about the way his bare skin felt against mine, his warm, worked-in hands? Well, shit, it was impossible not to get hard.
His hand splayed across my chest and roamed over bruised skin; slow, lazy was his touch, gentle, and intimate. My body tilted some as the mattress dipped from his shift in position and scooting his form snug and close to mine. It felt like he was a lock, and I was the key, my body seemed to fit perfectly within his curled-up frame, within the sort of cocoon he’d formed around me with his arms, his muscular thighs… and that dick. It was morning, after all, and his dick was hard. I could feel the whole length of him pressed against some of my ass and small of my back.
His chest rose and fell, a consistent, calm rhythm. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen Gideon so relaxed before. I’d certainly never shared a bed with him until then, but I found myself hoping I’d share it over and over again, and not just because of the mind-blowing, crazy sex, but because something felt natural about it, and no, not just that dick or it’s “good morning” pressed into my spine. Yeah, it was something else, something I couldn’t really figure out how to describe…
And what’s more, I wasn’t prepared for the gentle kindness he demonstrated in the aftermath; the way he silently doted on me, carried my tired body to his room, tended to the broken bits of glass stuck in my skin, cleaned the cuts, inspected every bruise… his warm hands searching over my body for things to fix. The kisses? I really hadn’t anticipated those. Little kisses, affectionate and sweet, in his own awkward sort of way. His lips found the crook of my neck, my shoulders, the inside of my wrists—but he never spoke, nothing, only thoughtful, content hums, and soft grimaces from his own lingering wounds.
I smirked to myself and adjusted my dick in my sweats—I could easily get myself in trouble daydreaming about such things, but still, I couldn’t stop. My mind’s eye took its time to relive his pain; the way Gid had taken it easily, even if his millennial body had ached incessantly when all was said and done. In fact, I’m pretty sure I saw him limping here and there. Old, bastard.
But there was one moment that night in particular, a picture so crystal-clear in my mind… Gideon on his knees, his crude, vulgar mouth taking my dick, rough hands exploring my thighs, squeezing my ass… and the oh-so-delicious-moaning. Yes, that. Fuck, it was so hot. The man moaned when I praised him, groaning as I wove my fingers into licorice-colored hair and pulled at his scalp. Soft whimpers when I firmly guided his head where I needed that mouth most; gagging when I humped his face until I exploded down his throat. Panting like a dog, teary-eyed and so eager to please when all was said and done. Don’t even get me started about the look in his eyes when I licked my cum off his lips and kissed him.
‘Daddy, you’ve been so good for me…” I babied the man, caressed his face, heart fluttering when he trembled there on his knees. He was all soft exhales and low groans, like putty in my hands. It made me feral, and his obedient, glassed-over eyes were a stark contrast from the way they had looked earlier. The dominance and aggression that helped him fuck me to tears had suddenly gone, replaced with unexpected submission… neediness.
My dick strained in my joggers, and I had half a mind to sneak off to the bathroom to whack off really quick—to play it over and over again in my mind, the way his mouth felt, how his throat tightened over my dick with every gag, the way his eyes watered with each thrust. The breathy, gritty whimpers low in his throat as I urged him along; he seemed to really like it when I got bossy.
I have this delightful feeling that Gideon McCullough’s gonna take my dick in his virgin ass before long; I’m getting strong vers vibes, but we’ll see how long it takes him to figure that one out. He’s a quick learner, though, I’ll give him that; bro took up dick-sucking real easy.
“Oh my god,” Drew grumbled. “That motherfucker hit me with the laser cannon again! Friendly fire my ass. Swear to fuck it’s on purpose. I’m killin’ him when I respawn.”
My face heated with shame at the interruption; I winced as I rolled onto my stomach to observe Drew and hide my boner.
“… Liberating the galaxy gettin’ a bit hazardous, huh?”
He tossed his controller onto the beanbag next to him and slumped down in the gaming chair. “When is it not? Anyhow I get it–the laser cannon is tits–but bro keeps acting like it’s an accident everytime he goes out of his way to blast me… shit bag.”
I propped my face up with my hand and hummed. “So frag him next chance you get. Easy.”
Drew smirked, “naturally.”
“Naturally.”
He flashed a crooked grin and adjusted his headset, “could always play with me.”
I shrugged, stifled a small yawn. “Mm, more in a napping kinda mood, ya know?”
Dark eyes flickered over my face, another crooked grin, that dimple on his right cheek that appeared whenever he smiled, just like his father. Drew stood abruptly to stretch himself out, and his tall frame just sorta hovered there for a split second. So, yeah, sure, okay, I checked him out. Maybe once. Perhaps twice… I can appreciate a beautiful man, okay? Even If I’m not sucking his dick.
And look, it’s not like I was trying to compare him to Gideon, but the resemblance was uncanny, and when it came down to appearance, I found that they differentiated more in skin tone than anything else. Drew was tanned, his skin reminded me of Toffee in a way, just like his momma. Meanwhile, Gideon was on the paler side—a light to medium beige. According to him, he burned easily without sunscreen, a feature he’d inherited from his ultra pale, white, blue-eyed dad.
That said, Drew was almost a spitting image of his father, yet there was boyishness and a sort of innocence to him that made the difference so stark. Gideon’s twenties looked nothing like Drew’s, and by twenty-one, Gid had already been in the Marine Corps for four years, re-enlisting shortly thereafter. He was rougher around the edges, a tough exterior that didn’t ruffle easily. The type of guy who got his education at the school-of-hard-knocks, not university.
And then there was the extra decades of testosterone between them; the visual difference was fascinating, in that Gideon mentioned he used to be on the skinnier side like Drew, less muscle, softer… boyish. But now at thirty-eight, his frame had become sturdier-looking, stronger, more body hair, and oh-so tired. A little softer in the midsection, but still hot as hell. A body weathered by the wear-and-tear and abuse of fifteen years’ service in the Marine Corps.
And to be fair, I knew Drew couldn’t help it—couldn’t help the boyish softness about him, or the innocence in his eyes. His father lost the luxury of innocence the first time he pumped a fifty-caliber round into another human being.
He only shared about it briefly that night with me, mumbled something along the lines of, “his head split like a watermelon, poof..” Gideon mimicked a soft explosion with his hands, and his dark gaze seemed to pass right through me as he spoke. “Shit looked fake.”
His voice had become flat, and edged with a grim sense of humor I felt he clung to as a source of refuge; an off-kilter way to process unthinkable shit, and I couldn’t blame him.
I could never possess that kind of fortitude, mentally, certainly not physically… and anyway, the military doesn’t take chronically ill twinks into service last I checked.
However, despite the differences between them, the apple still hadn’t fallen far from the tree. Both men seemed to have a thing for androgynous dudes and femboys, for one. I mean, fair, I’m into that shit too, and I drift between femboy and androgynous myself. Hell, I’ve fucked femboys myself in the past, they’re fun.
But really, just from observation I had quickly noticed the many shared interests between the pair; Gid being a nerd for one, right up there with Drew. I clocked old Dungeons and Dragons manuals stacked in the corner of his bedroom, along with novels from the Forgotten Realms. Not to mention all of Tolkien’s works on his bookshelf, plus historical nonfiction—books about war, and other crucial historical moments. Classics like The Iliad and The Odyssey, or the Ramayana. Point is, Gideon was a well-read dude, just like his boy.
As to hobbies, it was almost criminal to me that they didn’t interact, because again, those idiots had everything in common when it came to gaming. Drew did both P.C. and console, while Gideon I’ve noted mostly games on P.C. I’d taken a piss and decided to do some slight snooping while he slept that morning, and that’s when it became clear he was an avid gamer. Super sick gaming set-up.
And on his desk, next to some nerdy-ass anime figurines that I knew had to be expensive, sat a framed picture of baby-Drew, scrunched up in a little newborn ball snoozing on his father’s chest. Gideon looked more like a boy back then, because he was only nineteen at the time, which I couldn’t even imagine. He was sitting on a couch next to an exhausted-looking Jahaira, dark circles under her eyes, under his too, but both wore smiles. They looked happy, like they were in love then… and then I wondered where it all went wrong, had it all truly been because he got deployed? Was Gideon as bad as Drew thought?
I’m going to find out, sooner or later.
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