Alone at last, whatever will Marshall and Lee do? Find out in this week's episode of Moving Forward. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
“Then maybe you should get naked,” Lee suggested. Moving his
hand between them, he palmed Marshall’s
swollen cock. “Looks like someone wants a little attention.”
“You know it,” Marshall moaned.
“Then be ready by the time I get out of the bathroom and you
may just get your wish.” Lee winked and headed off. Marshall didn’t waste any
time stripping out of his clothes. He set everything carefully aside for later.
They’d have to do laundry, at some point. He remembered seeing facilities
marked on the map of the ship, one on each level. Something to worry about at
another time.
Lee hadn’t told him to do anything but strip, so that’s what
he did. If Lee’d wanted him on the bed, he’d have said so. This truth was born
out by Lee’s approving nod when he came out of the bathroom.
“Good boy,” he murmured.
Marshall watched Lee’s every move as he removed every
article of clothing he wore and stacked it with Marshall’s. When he turned
toward Marshall, he noticed Lee was just as hard as he was. Always good to
know.
“How’d you like to take the reins tonight?” Lee asked.
Marshall’s eyes widened. Lee was offering to let him top?
That didn’t happened very often. Not that he was complaining. He sure wasn’t
about to turn down the opportunity of being inside Lee for a change. “Hell
yeah,” he blurted out, which produced a smile from Lee. Damn, that man had a
beautiful smile.
“Then you decide what position you want me in,” Lee said. “Don’t
forget the lube. We packed plenty of it for a reason.”
Indeed they had.
There was no question in Marshall’s mind what position he’d
choose. He wanted to be able to look into Lee’s handsome face while he fucked
him. Some might consider the missionary position old-fashioned, but Marshall
loved it. It provided an intimacy that was lacking in other positions, although
these had their points as well, at other times.
But not right now.
“I want you underneath me,” Marshall said, once he’d
retrieved a tube from their luggage. “But first I’d like to suck you off.”
“You would, would you?” Lee asked, his hand going to his cock.
Marshall reached out and arrested his movement.
Lee instantly withdrew the offending hand. “All yours,” he
agreed. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”
Marshall knew exactly what he wanted first. “Kiss me,” he
instructed Lee, taking the lead. “Kiss me like you’ll never let me go.”
“As you wish.” Lee pulled Marshall into his arms and fused
their mouths without hesitation. Marshall loved the familiar taste of Lee,
loved the way their mouths fit perfectly together, just as their bodies did. He
nudged Lee slightly in the direction of the bed. He understood, breaking the
kiss long enough for them to situate themselves. They lay facing one another,
pressed as close together as they possibly could before beginning their kiss
anew.
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