In Moving Forward, Marshall and Lee have struck up a conversation with the guy in the cabin across from theirs. Will he turn out to be another Dustin in disguise? See what happens in this week's episode! Then go see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
They took the elevator down to the next level, and followed
Roger’s lead to the bar. It was filled with a less boisterous crowd than
Partners. The slow smoky music seemed more conducive than country tunes to the art of seduction. Marshall
had little doubt there was a whole lot of that going on all around them in the
rather sensual atmosphere.
“What’s your pleasure?” Roger asked, and he wouldn’t take no
for an answer, so Lee said he’d stand the next round, and they all decided on
boilermakers.
Marshall had never had one of those before. He watched Lee
as he dropped the shot of whiskey into his beer, then lifted his glass and
drank. He noticed Roger downed the shot first and then the beer separately.
Emulating Lee, he let the shot glass fall into the beer, watched it foam, then
lifted the glass and drank it down to the bottom as Roger cheered him on. “Go,
go, go!”
He drained the glass and set it back on the table. “Whew!”
he said, after he caught his breath.
Lee and Roger laughed.
“C’mere, you have foam on your lip,” Lee said.
Marshall leaned in toward him, expecting him to use a bar
napkin to wipe it away, but Lee surprised him and licked it off instead. Damn,
that was just sexy.
“Rawr,” Marshall purred. He noted the look of appreciation
in Lee’s eyes, and he felt his cock twitch. He was ready to go again with Lee.
That was an idea he’d definitely bring up when they got back to their cabin. He
didn’t even care about using the hot tub. The bed would be more than fine.
Might as well break that in too.
He considered asking Lee if he was ready to go right now,
then decided to work on that anticipation thing a little more.
“You know, I think maybe we should order a snack when we go
back to the cabin, check out the room service.”
“Feeling hungry, old man?” Marshall teased.
“Maybe,” was all Lee would say. Marshall knew better than to
question him further.
“So, where you from, Roger?” Lee asked, at the same time
scooting closer to Marshall, placing his hand on Marshall’s knee.
“I’m from Amarillo,” Roger replied. “I don’t usually get
down this far, but when I thought about taking a cruise, I saw Galveston was
one of the ports that was offered, so I jumped on it. What about you two? Where
you from?”
“A little place you never heard of.” Lee laughed. “Burnham.
Which is close to Tucker Falls, another place you never heard of. Which is
somewhat close to San Antonio.”
“I always meant to go to San Antonio,” Roger said. “I’d like
to visit the Alamo sometime. You been?”
“We sure have,” Marshall replied. “Lots of times. It’s a
great place.”
“I bet it is,” Roger said. “Guess I’ll have to broaden my
horizons, see more of the state I live in too. Do you guys travel a lot?”
“Not really,” Lee said. “We go to San Antone when we can,
usually on business. But I think we’re gonna change that, aren’t we, Marshall?
See a little more of the world.”
“Sounds good to me,” Marshall agreed.
“You travel for your company?” Roger asked. “What kind of
business do you work for, if you don’t mind my asking.”
“I don’t mind. We run our own computer service. We repair
and program, build from scratch… whatever you need.”
“That’s totally cool,” Roger said. “I know so little about
computers, other than how to use them. And most of that time is spent playing
Warcraft.” He laughed. “You ever play?” That question was obviously directed at
Marshall.
“I don’t usually play games, unless I’m working on them,”
Marshall said. “Just don’t have the time. Other stuff to do.”
“What do you mean, like you fix them when they go wrong?”
Roger asked.
“No, more like I write them.”
“Wow, that is awesome. My hat’s off to you, dude.”
“My round, what would you like?” Lee asked.
“I’m good with a cold draft,” Roger said.
“Sounds good to me,” Marshall said. No sense in getting
plastered, not when he had plans. Besides, getting drunk wasn’t really a lot of
fun, as he’d discovered the one time he got plastered ‘cause he didn’t listen
to Lee’s warning about overdoing it. He still remembered the terrible headache
he’d had, and how much he’d thrown up. Never again.
Lee stood. He gave Marshall a questioning look, and Marshall
knew instinctively what he was asking—was he comfortable waiting at the table
with Roger?
“Maybe see if they have any pretzels behind the bar or
something?” Marshall suggested.
Lee laughed. “I’ll do that.” He leaned down and kissed
Marshall. “Be right back.” Marshall watched him make his way to the bar. In
particular, he admired, the way his hips moved, and how hot his ass looked
walking away.
Roger’s voice broke him from his reverie. “You guys been
together long?”
For a moment, Marshall wasn’t sure how to answer the
question. He didn’t remember ever being asked that before. If he said all his
life, that would not be good, and strictly speaking it wasn’t accurate. So he
went with what was essentially the truth.
“About three years,” he replied. Which was true. Before
that, they hadn’t been together in every sense of the word, the way they were
now.
“I envy what you have, let me tell you. The two of you look
so perfect together.”
Marshall couldn’t help but smile at the compliment.
“I don’t suppose Lee has a brother?” Roger asked hopefully.
“Nope, he doesn’t. Sorry. He’s one of a kind.”
“What about you, do you
have any brothers?”
“I’m an only child,” Marshall said.
“Want to borrow one of mine? I have three.” Roger guffawed,
just as Lee came back with three beers which he set on the table. “Siblings are
highly overrated,” Roger added.
to be continued
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