In last week's episode of Moving Forward, there was a discussion about Dustin, which led to something far more intimate... see what comes of that in today's chapter. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers have been up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
“I know what I want, and what I want is you, Lee. Are you
going to tell me you don’t want me too?”
“You know I do. You can feel how much I want you, can’t
you?”
“Yeah, I can.” Emboldened by Lee’s words, Marshall didn’t
wait for Lee to tell him to remove his shorts. He moved back a little on the
couch and hastily stripped his pants off then tossed them aside, before turning
back to his lover. “Make love to me, Lee,” he pleaded in a voice filled with
need. “Make love to me right here. Right now.”
Lee stood in one fluid movement, rising to his full height
as he reached for the buckle on his belt.
As Marshall watched appreciatively, Lee shucked his clothes in record
time, then stood there for a moment, devouring Marshall with his eyes. Marshall
knew Lee wanted him just as badly as he wanted Lee.
Only one question remained.
“Want me on my hands
and knees or on my back?” Marshall asked. He had a feeling he knew what Lee’s
preference would be, and he was right.
“On your back. I want to look into your eyes while I love
you,” Lee replied in a hoarse voice. “But first, go get the lube.”
Marshall raced into the bedroom, his heart pounding. He
grabbed a tube from the bedside table, then hurried back. He handed the tube to
Lee, then stretched out on the couch, watching as Lee straddled him. Lee
uncapped the tube. He took one of Marshall’s hands and poured the thick, scented
gel over Marshall’s fingers.
“Prepare yourself for me,” Lee directed, even as he covered
his own fingers with the stuff and worked it over his hard cock.
Marshall spread his legs a little more. Raising his ass to
get a better angle, he inserted his fingers into his hole and began to stretch
it, while he watched Lee stroke himself. God, what a beautiful sight that was.
“I’m ready,” he said after a minute or two and pulled his
fingers out. He expected Lee to push inside him immediately. His body tingled
in anticipation. Instead, Lee leaned down and claimed Marshall’s mouth in a
kiss that was both passionate and loving. Their tongues met and tangled, their
moans vibrating between them.
When Lee did enter him, his movement was slow and sensual,
and Marshall was surprised to discover the urgency he’d felt had given way to
something just as intense, his need for Lee as great as ever. Once Lee was completely
sheathed inside him, he began to pull out, equally slowly.
Chills of delight raced down Marshall’s spine, lighting
every nerve ending, every synapse he possessed. He was about to blow at any
second, and his cock was still completely untouched.
Lee adjusted his position, breaking the kiss to reach for
Marshall’s legs. He raised them to the level of his hips, and drove inside
Marshall again, deeper this time. Lee’s balls slapped wetly against Marshall’s
flesh, eliciting a moan from both men. He took Marshall’s cock in hand and began
to stroke it in time with his thrusts, gaining speed as he did so.
Marshall needed to touch Lee’s lips, taste them again. He
tried not to whimper as he reached for Lee. His hand pressed against the nape
of Lee’s neck, his message clear. He lifted himself from the cushion to meet
Lee halfway even as Lee leaned down toward him, and their mouths meshed once
again.
Lee’s thrusts became harder and shorter. Marshall knew Lee
well enough to tell he was close but he was holding on, waiting for Marshall to
release first. Marshall’s own balls tightened against his body, and he knew he
couldn’t hold back much longer, even if he wanted to. Lee’s touch was too deft,
too masterful. All he wanted to do was give in to the feeling, surrender to
Lee’s control.
Lee paused their kiss long enough to whisper, “Come for me,
Marshall,” before he claimed Marshall’s lips once more.
Marshall let go, his body obeying Lee’s will—and his own.
His orgasm was intense. He came long and hard, his cries swallowed by Lee’s
mouth. Lee tightened his grip on Marshall’s cock as he came, Marshall’s fluid
falling stickily between them.
Lee continued to thrust, and Marshall arched his hips to
meet each and every one. Lee’s body shuddered when he came. Marshall tightened
his grip on Lee’s cock, squeezing it hungrily as Lee released inside him until
he had no more to give.
They broke apart. Lee leaned against the back of the couch,
panting. “Sweet Jesus,” he murmured in a breathy voice.
Marshall tugged Lee down on top of him and wound his arms
around him, ignoring the sticky mess that coated their skin. Just an excuse to
get cleaned up together, once they found the energy.
Lee shifted his weight so the brunt of it wasn’t on
Marshall. He kissed Marshall’s cheek tenderly.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Feel terrific,” Marshall admitted. “You?”
“Never better,” Lee declared.
“So, you going to quit trying to match-make me and Dustin?”
Marshall asked. He certainly hoped so.
Lee cocked his head and regarded Marshall for a moment,
before answering. “I’m not trying to hook you up, no matter what you think. I’ll
be honest, I’d be… I’d be devastated if that happened. At the same time, I want
what’s best for you. Do you understand where I’m coming from?”
“You’re what’s best for me,” Marshall insisted. “Only you.”
Lee smiled, the most beautiful smile in the world, and
Marshall’s heart hitched a beat.
“All right, but how about being friends with him? Surely it
couldn’t hurt to spend time with someone your own age?”
Marshall opened his mouth to object but Lee stilled his
objection with a long kiss. When he finally came up for air, Marshall grumbled,
“Maybe. Just saying maybe. No promises, no guarantees. Got it?”
Lee just smiled again.
to be continued
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