Last week, in Don't Look Back, we learned a little bit about the small town in which Marshall and Lee live. Today, we'll see more loving from the guys, so I hope you're ready for that! Then don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
“Feeling restless?”
Marshall never turned as Lee came up behind him. He gazed
through the screen door, his focus on nothing in particular. A recent rain had
dropped the temperature to more bearable levels, and the cooling breeze that blowing
into the house was a welcome visitor. Thirsty birds dipped their beaks in the
water-filled bowl of the concrete bird bath; turtles rimmed the edge with stony
gaze and dragonflies circled the pedestal. A rabbit shot across the grass, his
companion haring after him; both were quickly lost to view.
“Mmm, what makes you think so?”
Marshall felt Lee press against him, his hands flat against
Marshall’s hips, his head resting on Marshall’s shoulder familiarly.
“Maybe ‘cause I know you? And maybe ‘cause I been watching
you prowl around the house for onto a half hour now. You sit at your desk, then
you get up. You go into the kitchen, then you come back. If I didn’t know
better, I’d say you’ve got a case of cabin fever going on.”
“Cabin fever?” Marshall turned his head slightly to meet Lee’s
deep blue gaze. “Isn’t that what people get when they’re shut up for long
periods of time with nothing to do? I’m not exactly a shut-in here, you know.”
“I know that.” Lee’s voice was low and well-modulated, and
Marshall loved its every cadence. When Lee pitched it just right, shivers slid
through Marshall’s body in rapid succession. Just listening to Lee often turned
Marshall on.
Today was no exception.
“And I have plenty to do. We have plenty to do.”
“That we do,” Lee agreed. His palms rubbed lightly over
Marshall’s hips. “But sometimes it’s nice to get out and about.”
“We just went to Milly’s for dinner last night,” Marshall
pointed out. “Doesn’t that count?”
“There’s getting out and there’s getting out.”
Marshall couldn’t argue with that. And just maybe he had been pacing a bit, whether he meant
to or not. Sitting still seemed to be getting on his nerves. But then so was
moving sometimes.
“What’d you have in mind?” Marshall knew Lee well enough to
know he wasn’t prone to making idle conversation. Not that they didn’t talk,
mind you, they did. But Marshall could tell the difference between chitchat and
communication, and Lee didn’t do chitchat.
“I dunno, what sounds good to you?” Lee countered, and
something in the timber of his voice reached inside of Marshall and arrowed
straight to his cock. Decision made.
He pushed back against Lee, grinding his ass against Lee’s
crotch, a soft moan welling in his throat. “You do,” he murmured in heartfelt
tones. “I’m hungry for you. I want to taste you. I want to lick and suck you
until you come. And then I want to swallow every last bit of you.”
“And do you think you’ve earned that?”
“I do,” Marshall maintained. “I finished that program you
asked me about, for that company out in California.” Marshall continued to
gyrate his backside against Lee like a needy cat. He closed his eyes and
inhaled Lee’s scent—masculine and earthy, familiar and sensual. Lee didn’t need
cologne to make him smell good. Mother Nature had done that for him all by
herself.
“And I’m ahead on everything else,” Marshall finished. Although
Lee generally initiated their lovemaking, he didn’t discourage Marshall from
making the first move himself when he was inclined to do so. Lee might keep
Marshall on a leash, so to speak, but it was definitely a consensual
arrangement, with a certain latitude on both their parts.
“Sounds like you’ve done well, boy.”
Marshall could read between the lines. Lee had neither blown
him off nor said no. Lee’s next words only confirmed that.
“No time like the present.”
Lee moved his hips against Marshall, their movements meshing
in exquisite synchronicity. Marshall could feel Lee’s steely hardness, and he
licked his lips in anticipation.
“Right here?” Marshall asked. It didn’t matter to him that
they were standing before an open screen door, in full view of any passerby. This
was their little kingdom. None of their neighbors would think of trespassing,
and they knew it. The chance of
outsiders was slim to none. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d dared to exhibit
their voyeuristic side.
“Right here.”
Lee spun Marshall about in one quick movement, his hands cupping
Marshall’s ass, kneading it through the stiff denim even as he pulled him
closer. His mouth crashed down on Marshall’s, and for a long moment nothing
more was said.
Lee pulled away first, his breathing more shallow and rapid
than when they’d first begun. “Show me what you can do, boy,” he commanded in a
lust-laden voice with all the smokiness of fine Kentucky bourbon.
Marshall tossed his head back as he slid to his knees. His
long auburn hair cascaded down his back, away from his face and out of harm’s
way. He raised his face to Lee’s once more, memorizing every facet, every
plane, every nuance of Lee’s features, before turning his attention to the
matters at hand.
He reverently undid Lee’s large silver buckle, bound up with
so many memories, from his youth and up. He loosened it enough to access the
button beneath, and slipped it through its opening. Then he carefully pulled
down the zipper, not rushing, in joyful anticipation of what he was about to
receive.
Lee was hard already, and getting harder. Marshall gently
eased Lee’s cock into his waiting hands, closing them about it as if in prayer.
He placed a reverent kiss on the tip, and then another.
So very good.
“Did you want to sit for this?” He directed the question up
at Lee.
“Do you think I’m too old to stand, boy?”
Marshall smothered a smile as he sucked Lee’s dick in his
mouth, making a reply impossible. Of course he didn’t think that, he just
wanted to get the old man’s blood flowing real good.
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