Moving Forward continues with Marshall and Lee meeting Denver and Dustin for dinner at Milly's. Marshall doesn't care for the way things are going - can they get worse? Find out in this week's episode. Then go see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
Lee rocked up inside Marshall, thrusting harder and harder. Marshall’s
arms were wound tightly about Lee’s neck, their faces so close he could feel
the warmth of Lee’s breath on his lips. The friction against Marshall’s cock turned
on so much he didn’t think he’d need to touch it to come. All he needed was
permission.
“God, Lee,” he moaned, “so close…”
“Come for me,” Lee whispered before he claimed Marshall’s
mouth, swallowing any possible reply. Not that Marshall had any to make.
His cock throbbed, conditioned to obedience at the sound of
Lee’s voice, and released, long and hard, smearing them both with sticky fluid.
Lee’s thrusts had become harder and shorter. Marshall felt Lee’s orgasm as Lee’s
cock spilled inside him, filling him with wet warmth.
Marshall’s legs began to complain at being cramped, but he
didn’t have a whole lot of room to maneuver, so he reluctantly loosed his grip
on Lee and eased his legs to the floor. For a second, they threatened to buckle
under him. He pitched forward against
Lee’s chest to keep himself from falling on his ass.
“Whoa, steady there, pardner.” Lee’s strong arms kept him upright. With an
apologetic smile, Marshall straightened, stretching each leg in the process.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he started to apologize, but Lee stopped
his words with a kiss.
“Why don’t we clean up, put these clothes away, and get back
to work?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Marshall agreed.
* * * *
They’d arranged to have dinner with Denver and Dustin at
Milly’s the next night. Marshall, although not completely comfortable with
having them there in Burnham, had decided not to worry about it. He trusted
Lee, and Lee seemed good with it, so that was enough for him.
Lee parked the truck in their usual spot on the edge of the small
parking lot. Marshall got out and walked
around the truck, admiring the view as Lee sauntered up to him. “What?” Lee’s
eyebrows rose in a question.
“Just thinking how good you look, that’s all.”
“Flatterer!” Lee chuckled and pulled Marshall in for a kiss.
He took Marshall’s hand in his. “Let me return the compliment, then. You clean
up pretty good yourself.”
That brought a smile to Marshall’s face. “Trying to turn my
head, old man?”
“Naw, wouldn’t want you to get too high an opinion of
yourself,” Lee teased.
They strolled into the familiar diner, hand in hand. “Evening,
boys!” Milly greeted them with a smile. Coffee pot in hand, she was warming up
a cup for a customer seated at the counter. “You want a booth tonight, or you sitting up
here?”
“Evening, Milly. Actually, we’re meeting someone.” Lee
scanned the diner. “And there they are.” He nodded to where Denver and his
cousin were already seated.
“Need a menu?” Milly asked.
“You know, I think we know that menu by heart. We should, by
now.” Lee laughed. “Including all the specials. Let me think. It’s Saturday
night, so it’s pot roast night, right?”
“Right you are, Lee. Can’t pull nothing over on you. Well,
go ahead and get seated, I’ll be right over with your water.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lee winked at Milly, and they headed toward
the booth. Marshall noticed that Milly’s cheeks sure got pink whenever Lee was
around.
Marshall couldn’t resist needling Lee a little. “You know, I
bet she’d make someone a good wife.”
“Oh hush you. Nobody likes a wiseass. Besides, you know she
has a husband already. And children. And grandchildren. Besides, I happen to
be spoken for.”
Marshall gave him a cheeky grin, expecting no less.
They reached the booth, and Marshall was a little annoyed to
find Dustin seated next to the window, which meant he’d be sitting directly
across from him, since Lee always took the aisle. For a second, he considered
asking Lee to switch seats, but thought better of it and slid across the seat.
Lee scooted in after him.
“Have any trouble finding the place?” Lee asked.
“Nope, your directions were perfect,” Denver said. “This
seems like a real nice place. You come here a lot?”
“Best place in town,” Lee said. “Pretty often, yeah. Roy’s a
regular here too. He said to tell you both hey. I think he’s got a date
tonight.”
“Good for Roy.” Denver laughed. “Dustin had a chance to go
out tonight himself. Guy at Partners wanted to take him out, and he said he
couldn’t go.”
“We already had plans,” Dustin pointed out. Marshall thought
he sounded annoyed that Denver had even brought the matter up.
“Yeah, but I said I’d bring your computer for you, didn’t I?”
Denver said.
“I know. Didn’t want to,” Dustin muttered, turning his
attention to the window, as if something more interesting lay on the other side
of the glass. More likely, he was avoiding the question, Marshall thought.
“Suit yourself.” Denver shrugged and turned back to Lee and
Marshall. “I bet you two are excited
about going on the cruise. I know we are.”
“Yeah, can’t wait,” Marshall agreed.
Milly bustled up with water for Lee and Marshall. “Ready to
order?” she asked.
After a brief consultation, they all decided on the pot
roast. “Good choice, gentlemen,” Milly said. “Be ready in just a few minutes.”
She gave Marshall a knowing look. “I heard that smart tongue of yours. You be
careful or you might end up with gravy in your lap!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Marshall responded to her banter, while the
others snickered.
Once she’d left the table, Lee asked, “Are you guys flying
down to Galveston, or driving?”
“Driving, I guess. It’s just a few hours. I was thinking we’d
get there the night before and stay at a hotel. Part of the vacation.”
“We’re going to do that too,” Lee said.
Marshall was reaching for his water. He froze at Lee’s next
words.
“Would you be interested in driving to Galveston with us?”
to be continued
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