In last week's Don't Look Back, Marshall and Lee brought their feelings for one another out into the open, but Lee swore there would be nothing happening between them before Marshall turned eighteen. He feels like that will never happen! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
Marshall felt as though he would never turn eighteen.
Now that their desires were out in the open, a certain aura
of sensuality swirled around them, like lightning before a storm. The lightest
of touches, accidental or not, was electric. An innocent remark became a
sexually charged double entendre.
They still slept together, despite Lee’s threats to move
Marshall back to the other bedroom. But Marshall realized he didn’t mean it,
and the one time he actually tried, the nightmare returned. So that put an end
to that.
The sexual tension between them did reach the point where
Lee invested in sleep pants for each of them. He said wearing them wasn’t
exactly what he preferred, but he could handle the feel of the flannel a lot
better than he could the feel of Marshall’s bare ass, and the pants were a lot
less torture. Although Marshall pouted about it at first, he was secretly
thrilled to know he had that sort of an effect on Lee. It almost made up for
having to use his own hand to get off, rather than Lee’s.
While he waited to turn of age, Marshall took advantage of being
on the Internet to do even more research. Besides looking into different
positions and assorted toys, he found sites with information about doms and
subs and their relationship. He recognized Lee was his dom, and he was happy
with that. He loved Lee’s disciplines, and looked forwarding to escalating them
when he was old enough.
But sex wasn’t the only thing on Marshall’s mind. Lee made
sure Marshall kept up with his studies, and promised when he came of age, Lee
would make him a partner in the business he considered theirs. Marshall already
worked for Lee, writing programs and developing software, and his talents had
been utilized by various gaming companies, who thought the world of him and
didn’t care how old he was.
From about the age of seventeen on, though, the waiting
seemed to get even worse. And although Lee swore they couldn’t do anything, no
matter how much they wanted to, they began to kiss more and more. They enjoyed
long necking sessions on the couch, which started out as watching TV, although
Lee put the kibosh on kissing in bed. Nothing more than a goodnight kiss. He
said it was just too great a temptation, so Marshall had to be satisfied with
what he could get in other parts of the house. Which was still pretty good. He would
never forget the day he got his first French kiss.
One night, Roy came over unexpectedly, bringing along a twelve
pack of beer. They sat in the family room and swapped stories about their day.
At one point, Roy was about to get up to get another longneck from the fridge,
when his phone rang.
“I’ll get the beer, Roy,” Lee volunteered. Roy nodded his thanks and answered the call,
as Lee left the room.
Marshall was feeling particularly wound up, sitting so close
to Lee and unable to touch him, but suddenly he saw his opportunity, and he
went for it.
Knowing Roy was tied up on the phone, Marshall slipped into
the kitchen right after Lee, who was just nudging the fridge door closed with
his hip, two bottles in his hand. Lee arched his brows in question. “Want
another one?” He let Marshall drink with him, at home. Texas law allowed minors
to drink under the supervision of their parents.
“No, want this,” Marshall murmured before he planted his
lips on Lee’s, backing him against the fridge. Lee didn’t exactly fight back,
probably caught by surprise at Marshall’s unexpected maneuver, and for a few
moments, they were content to press their lips together, moaning softly.
The sound of a throat clearing took them both by surprise.
Roy stood in the doorway, phone in hand. Lee straightened, and Marshall hastily
stepped away from him, sure his face had just turned twenty shades of red.
“Sorry, guys, I need to take a raincheck. I just gotta call
I have to take. Probably nothing, but I need to check it out. You know how that
is.”
“Roy, let me explain—” Lee began. Marshall fidgeted
uncomfortably. He wanted to stand beside Lee, and stand up for him. He sure as
hell wasn’t ashamed of their feelings. But he was unsure what the sheriff might
be thinking, or what he might do. Marshall was afraid Roy might not want to
continue their friendship after seeing what he saw, and he knew that would be a
real loss to both him and Lee.
“You don’t owe me any explanation.” Roy raised his free
hand, and looked directly into Lee’s eyes, then Marshall’s. “I think I’ve
gotten to know you two better than anyone these past few years, especially you,
Lee. I’ve seen what you’ve gone through,
what you’ve endured just to be together. You know, I’m not exactly blind either.
I can see how you feel about each other. And I’m sure not going to be the one who condemns
you for your love. I say more power to you.”
Marshall exhaled in relief.
Lee set both bottles on the counter behind him, then slid his arm about
Marshall’s waist and pulled him close. “I appreciate that, Roy. We both do.
Come back, and we’ll finish those beers.”
“Will do. I’ll just see myself out. See y’all later.” He
nodded to them, then turned and left the kitchen.
Marshall burrowed into Lee’s shoulder, trembling slightly.
He’d been really afraid Roy would hate them, and here he was all understanding
and nothing but nice. He felt like they’d just dodged a huge bullet.
Lee held him without speaking for a few moments. When he
cleared his throat, Marshall looked up. “See? Everything’s okay. He’s cool with
us.”
“Yeah, he is,” Lee agreed. “But it won’t always be so easy.
Not everyone is going to understand.”
“Fuck them,” Marshall
whispered. “That’s their problem.”
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