Every journey has a beginning... and an end. Today we come to the end of a journey that began over a year ago, when I first started writing Don't Look Back. I've had an incredible time getting to know Marshall and Lee, and I hope you've enjoyed getting to know them too. Today is the last chapter in this story. But don't despair. I've decided to start another story with them in it! I'm going to start a new flash next week, and Marshall and Lee will be my second offering, so you will get two stories from me every week. I am going to take Don't Look Back, make a cover, and offer it as a free read in its entirety. I'll keep you posted on that. I've decided to name the series Love Without Boundaries. I'd love to hear from anyone who's enjoyed reading about my guys, and hearing your comments. Don't forget to go visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Lee continued to suck on Marshall’s balls until he thought
he couldn’t take any more, but before he lost control, Lee released them and
moved back up to lap at his hole. Shivers crisscrossed Marshall’s frame as Lee
slid one finger inside. Marshall’s channel was aflame with desire. The more Lee
touched him, the more he wanted. Nothing was enough. He had an itch that only
Lee’s cock could scratch sufficiently to satisfy his need.
He pushed back against Lee, grinding against Lee’s face. Lee
added a second finger and leaned back, spiraling his digits inside Marshall.
When he brushed against his prostate, Marshall yelped. “God fucking damn,” he
moaned.
Lee rose to his knees and leaned his body over him, his
breath warm on Marshall’s neck as he added another finger and thrust in and out
of Marshall’s heated hole. He wound his arm about Marshall, sliding his hand beneath,
tweaking his nipples until they hardened.
“Oh damn, oh damn…” Marshall writhed beneath Lee, feeling as
if he might burst at any moment.
“Tell me what you want.” Lee licked along the shell of
Marshall’s ear. “Want another finger… or
something else?” He pressed a kiss into the corner of Marshall’s mouth.
The idea of taking another finger was tempting, but it wasn’t
what he wanted. “Want you, just you. Inside me.” He turned his head so their
lips met with a heated urgency.
When they drew apart, Lee pulled his fingers out. He shifted
his weight, reaching toward the nightstand. Marshall knew what was coming and
shivered in anticipation. Lee settled atop him again, his lips claiming
Marshall’s neck as he slid inside of him, their bodies clamped tightly together.
Oh yes, this was just what he wanted. Marshall met Lee’s
thrusts with his own, wanting him inside as deeply as he could get. Lee’s cock
fit him perfectly, setting his very nerve endings on fire. It didn’t matter how
often they made love, the feeling never dimmed.
Their bodies fused in perfect harmony, long languid strokes
building into hot, quick thrusts, following the progression of their desire.
Marshall’s cock rubbed against the sheets beneath him. He reached for it, to
relieve the ache, and Lee’s hand covered his, which only served to increase the
friction. Their mouths met even as Marshall felt himself explode into Lee’s
hand, soaking the sheets while he cried out inside Lee’s mouth. Lee never eased
the intensity of his thrusts until he too came, filling Marshall until he was
spent.
They cleaned up and changed the sheets, then spooned
together in their bed. Lee softly caressed Marshall’s chest as he nuzzled his
hair.
Marshall drifted bonelessly, basking in the glow of Lee’s
love. He was half asleep, but his mind refused to shut down long enough to
finish the job. There was something he needed to know. “You gonna make me wait ‘til
morning?” he asked sleepily.
He heard Lee’s lazy chuckle, and he knew Lee knew exactly
what he was talking about. The question was would he torture him about it, or would
the spirit of this night carry through?
Lee’s answer surprised him. “It’s under the tree now.”
What? How?
“It wasn’t there before.”
“I put it there when you were in the bathroom.”
Wasn’t he just the sneaky one?
“You ready for sleep, or do you want to see it now?”
Was that even a question? Marshall slid out of bed and was
pleased to see Lee was right behind him. It wouldn’t have been near as much fun
without him being there. When they reached the family room, Lee plugged in the
tree, and Marshall took advantage of the flashing lights to scan the ground for
some sign of the mysterious gift. But he didn’t see a single box. All that lay
there was a long, slender envelope.
Marshall gave Lee a puzzled look, but Lee’s face was the
picture of innocence. So Marshall lifted the envelope. His name was written
across it in Lee’s familiar script. He carefully opened it and reached inside,
pulling out what appeared to be tickets of some kind. Baseball? Football? Or something
else?
His eyes grew wide as the words on the tickets began to sink
in.
“A cruise?” he said, in awestruck tones. “Two tickets for a
cruise? To the Virgin Islands?” His voice rose an octave in sheer disbelief. He
looked to Lee for some sort of explanation. Surely not a business trip, not
that far.
“I thought you should see something of the world,” Lee said
softly. “Plus I figured we deserved a vacation. I heard about this gay cruise
to the Virgin Islands, and it sounded perfect on both counts.”
“You and me? On a gay cruise to the Virgin Islands?”
Marshall repeated, not sure if he’d heard Lee correctly. Lee nodded.
Marshall threw himself at Lee and hugged him tightly. He
didn’t trust his voice at this moment, too choked with emotion to attempt any
semblance of a coherent thought. He raised his face to Lee’s, gazed deep into
Lee’s beautiful eyes. “This is the best Christmas ever,” he finally said.
“Best ever,” Lee agreed. “Do you know how very much I love
you?”
Tears prickled Marshall’s eyes, tears of utter joy and
happiness. “As much as I love you,” he solemnly replied in a heartfelt voice.
“Merry Christmas, Marshall.”
“Merry Christmas, Lee”
Their lips came together, and nothing more needed to be
said.
The end… for now
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