Fic: The Lonely End of the Rink, Part 4.2
Part 4.1
When practice was over, Marcus packed up and headed to his truck, thankfully unmolested by any of the team, although he knew that at least some of them thought as Charlie did and were not pleased that the Coach had stood up for him. On the other hand, it was a pretty good example of what he could expect in the NHL, so all in all, not too bad.
It was all made worthwhile when his truck came into view and he spotted Esca leaning against the driver’s side door, headphones in his ears, his head laid back against the window, eyes closed.
Marcus put his bag into the truck carefully, and though he was sure Esca knew he was there, he hadn’t moved, so Marcus slipped up to him quickly and moved in, bracing himself with forearms on the truck window.
“Well, look what we have here,” he said, smiling down at Esca, who opened his eyes lazily, one graceful brow raised.
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” Esca said, not removing his headphones.
“Does he know you’re out here, tempting anyone who crosses your path into snogging you silly?” Marcus had found himself adopting some of Esca’s regional slang, and snog was his favorite.
“Well he’d better hurry his arse up then, wont he, or I’ll take someone up on the offer.”
“Over my dead body,” Marcus said, leaning in and taking Esca’s lips in a torrid kiss, wasting no time in pressing his tongue into Esca’s mouth. Esca didn’t waste any time either, responding by hooking his fingers into Marcus’ belt loops and pulling him in until their bodies were pressed tightly together.
Soon the kiss softened, tapering off and when they pulled apart, Marcus was panting, his body overheated even in the chill air, and his cock hardening in his pants.
“Now let’s get some breakfast, hockey boy,” Esca said, giving Marcus a shove. “Your treat.”
“Anything you want, it’s all yours,” Marcus said, watching Esca walk around the truck, licking his lips. He unlocked the door, and that’s when he noticed several of his teammates congregated by another vehicle, all watching the scene unfold with varying expressions ranging from shock to outright disgust. Marcus gave them a little wave and then got in, fastening his seat belt and putting the truck into gear, not sparing them another thought.
**
Marcus didn’t think that they had nearly enough time at breakfast, but then again, there would never be enough time, especially when all he wanted to do was take Esca back to his bed and never leave. But soon they were due at school, so off they went.
Marcus was a bit apprehensive about it, but he had long since decided that no matter how anyone acted, it would definitely get better, and he would be out of there soon anyway. He gave Esca a smile as they got out of the truck, retrieving his backpack from the back as Esca grabbed his satchel. Before Esca could head toward the school, Marcus grabbed his hand and pulled him in, kissing him soundly.
“I love you,” he said, pressing his forehead to Esca’s. Esca smiled and kissed him again.
“Love you back,” Esca replied, taking his hand. “Now let’s go, we don’t want to be late.”
A few people said hello to one or the both of them, but many more stared, openly or otherwise. Marcus was surprised at how little he cared, with Esca’s hand in his he felt like he could accomplish anything. Who cared if a few high school kids didn’t like it? Esca appeared not to care either, but then he was less fussed by what people thought in general. Marcus envied him that, but then again, Esca hadn’t grown up with many of them and his career wasn’t riding on it the way Marcus’ was.
Marcus hated separating for the first class, but at least they were together for the second, though Marcus was looking forward to lunch more than anything. The class seemed to pass with ridiculous speed, that is to say, it dragged by. Marcus dashed to the math classroom, hoping Esca would be there, but he hadn’t counted on being there first. He sat in a desk at the back and settled in to wait, impatiently.
People began trickling in, and while many of them watched him like a hawk, no one approached him, for which he was very grateful. Before Esca could arrive, Cottia did, and grinned widely at the sight of him.
“Marcus, there you are,” she said, plunking herself down on his desk.
“Hi Cottia,” he replied, smiling, feeling genuinely glad to see her, which was a nice change. He had a feeling she would become a very good friend, she’d already proved herself as one. He could practically feel the eyes of the students in the class on them, no doubt expecting some kind of scene, given that not long before Marcus’ had been Cottia’s boyfriend. They certainly weren’t expecting the friendly conversation that followed.
“How’re you doing today?” Cottia asked, looking concerned.
“Excellent,” Marcus replied, letting the smile that he’d been carrying around burst out of him. “I am doing exceptionally well.”
Cottia leaned forward and grabbed Marcus’ hand, squeezing it excitedly. “Does that mean what I think it means?” she asked.
“I don’t know, what do you think it means?” Marcus asked back, still beaming.
“It means you should stop groping my boyfriend, Cottia,” Esca said, coming up behind Marcus and sliding a proprietary hand over his shoulder and into his hair. Marcus’ grin got wider, if such a thing was possible and when Cottia dropped his hand, he slid it around Esca’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Hi,” he said, smiling up at Esca now.
“Oh my god, could you be any cuter?” Cottia exclaimed.
“I resent that statement,” Esca said, but his smile belied his words.
The bell rang then so Esca pulled back, running his hand through Marcus’ hair before turning and taking the desk beside him.
**
After class, Marcus and Esca walked with Cottia to the cafeteria, with a quick stop at Esca’s locker, where Marcus left his books. Esca had preferred to have lunch outside, or anywhere but the cafeteria, but the rain had begun pouring in earnest, and Marcus wasn’t in the habit of bringing lunches although he knew Sassy would make them for him if he asked.
They found a table in an out of the way location once Marcus and Cottia had picked up their lunches, settling themselves in. Marcus had chosen to sit facing the room, he still wasn’t sure how or if people were going to react to his relationship with Esca, although mostly everyone had left him alone so far that morning. This was a bit of a test, and he wanted to see where everyone else was in the room, to be sure there were.
Esca slid in beside him while Cottia sat across the table, and began pulling out his lunch, which was packed in a very efficient lunch kit that seemed to have a compartment for everything. He also pulled out a stainless steel bottle of something, while Cottia gaped at his lunch.
“What have you got there, Esca?” she asked, intrigued.
“My Nan always likes to pack my lunches, thankfully. Nothing against the food here, but it’s not the healthiest and I am an athlete, after all,” he said, slipping a fork out of a slot and digging in.
“Hey, I’m an athlete too,” Marcus pointed out, looking down as his tray with a sigh. Esca was right, the food wasn’t all that bad, but it could be better. Marcus met with a nutritionist, same as all the players, but he did have more slack than Esca, from what they'd discussed. Still, he supposed it wouldn’t be a bad idea to switch things up a bit.
“Yeah, but you only have a few choices eating here, and I get bored easily,” Esca pointed out.
“Only with food, I hope,” Marcus said, giving Esca a speculative look, but Esca just grinned at him mischievously and took another bite.
“Looks good,” Cottia commented. “What have you got there?”
“Chicken sauteed with lemon and garlic, greek salad with cous cous, and grilled zucchini. Strawberries and honeydew cause I have a sweet tooth that I can’t indulge much,” he said, spearing some melon. “And lemon water, of course.”
“You could drink jugs of that stuff, I bet,” Marcus said, pulling a face and nudging Esca with his shoulder.
“I do,” Esca said, with a cheeky wink at Cottia, who laughed.
“What’s wrong with that?” she asked.
“He’s not fond of lemon,” Esca said, nudging Marcus back.
“I just don’t like it in my water,” Marcus corrected.
“Unless he adds copious amounts of sugar,” Esca said.
“Which I’m not allowed anyway,” Marcus added, grinning.
“You two might be the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen,” Cottia said, beaming at them.
“They’re like an old married couple,” Luke commented, sliding in beside Cottia.
“I don’t mind, really,” Marcus said, leaning over to kiss Esca, who didn’t complain, kissing him back. “Now hurry up and eat so we can get out of here and I can snog you before class starts again.”
“You do love that word, don’t you?” Esca asked, laughing.
“I’d prefer a shag,” Marcus said with a leer, but Esca just shoved him away.
“Later perhaps, if you’re good,” Esca said, with a rather smitten smile.
“What are you talking about?” Luke asked, brow furrowed.
“I’ve been teaching Marcus some British slang, and he’s decided to adopt it.”
“I like what snog implies,” Marcus said.
Esca laughed. “I’m sure you do.”
“What does it imply?” Cottia asked, fascinated with their banter.
“Lots of tongue,” Esca said boldly, laughing at Cottia’s expression.
They settled in to eat, with Cottia coercing a slang lesson out of Esca, until Robert approached their table, sitting beside Marcus without ceremony.
“Robert,” Marcus said with a wary smile. “What brings you over here?”
“I, uh,” Robert began, looking between Esca and Luke. “I just wanted to apologize for this morning,” he said.
“You didn’t really do anything,” Marcus said.
“I think that’s the point,” Luke pointed out.
“Yeah, it’s just...Charlie is a bit of a force to be reckoned with, and he’s a right asshole, sorry Cottia,” he said, seeming to remember she was there.
“Oh, don’t worry, I live with him, I know he’s an asshole,” she replied airily, and Luke grinned at her with approval.
“It’s kind of hard to talk to him, and when he gets into a mood...well, I just wanted to let you know that I don’t have a problem with you being...you know,” Robert said, nervously.
“Gay, Robert, you can say it, it’s nothing to be afraid of,” Marcus said.
“Right, that. Anyway, I’m not exactly, comfortable, with the whole thing, but I guess I’ve never known anyone--”
“Gay,” Esca piped up, getting looks from the other four.
“Right,” Robert said. “So I wanted to let you know I don’t agree with Charlie, I just...” he trailed off, but Marcus understood.
“I know, it’s okay, Robert,” he said. “Thanks, that means a lot to me.”
“Great!” Robert said with a grin. “I’ll just, uh...I’ll just be off then. Later.”
“Bye,” the rest chorused, watching him go.
“Well, that was alright,” Cottia said.
“Could have been worse,” Marcus agreed.
“The whole thing could have been worse,” Luke said with a slight frown. “I think the worst is yet to come, honestly.”
“You may be right,” Marcus said thoughtfully. “But no use worrying about it now.” He smiled cheerfully and shovelled in his last bite of pasta.
“Now how about that snog?” he asked when he was done, slipping an arm around Esca’s waist and nuzzling his neck. Esca speared the last piece of strawberry on his fork and offered it to Marcus, who took it happily, especially as Esca began to put away his lunch kit.
“Ugh,” Luke groaned while Cottia sighed, “awww.” They looked at each other and then laughed.
“Right then, we’ll see you later,” Marcus said, standing and taking Esca’s hand in his, tugging him in the direction of the door eagerly, with Esca following no less enthusiastically, giving Luke and Cottia a wave as they went.
**
That week passed in a blur, with little said to Marcus outright, although there were muttered comments and slurs passed around between some of the students. It seemed that his tussle with Charlie had got around and those who would likely have given him a hard time, didn’t.
The muttering didn’t bother Marcus, he knew that things could be worse, that they could still get worse, so he took the week for what it was, a blessing. Even better, for the first time in his life he was blissfully happy.
He began to hate Esca’s training schedule that took him away after school, and began to make it a habit to pretend to do his homework while watching Esca skate. Andrew put an end to that quickly, after three days of it he demanded Marcus go somewhere else and stop distracting Esca from his training.
So Marcus went, glumly, but that night was a Friday, and both he and Esca had Sunday off. He had already cleared it with his Uncle and Esca’s Nan for Esca to spend Saturday night, and it was all he could think about.
He’d never jacked off so much in his life, thinking about it.
His practice on Saturday was mostly spent with shooting and stick handling drills. He didn’t want to spend too much time skating hard, in an effort not to tire himself out, but then he worried that he was over-thinking things and did a few laps, forwards and backwards, working up a sweat. Before he could change his mind again Esca appeared, gliding around the ice as if he owned it and teasing Marcus with exaggerated stretching and bending.
When Marcus couldn’t stand it anymore, he caught up and grabbed Esca around the waist, pining him to the boards and snogging him silly. Until Andrew had arrived, spoiling their fun and banishing Marcus from the building.
The wait while Esca practiced was interminable, and Marcus was certain that two hours had never passed slower, but finally Esca appeared, jogging toward Marcus’ truck with a grin.
“You ready?” he said as he climbed in, leaning over to give Marcus a kiss. He pulled back before things could get interesting though, to Marcus’ dismay.
“Yep,” Marcus said, putting the truck into gear. “Uncle is off to Van with Stephan this weekend, so we’ll have the house to ourselves.”
“That’s unexpected,” Esca said in surprise, but his smile widened.
“I know,” Marcus said, reaching over and taking Esca’s hand once they’d hit the highway. “He gave me a very stern talking to last night. No loud parties--” Esca snorted.
“No drugs or alcohol,” he continued. Esca scoffed. “Does he know you at all?”
“No sex in the living room,” Marcus finished, and Esca groaned.
“Damn,” he said, wrinkling his nose, something which Marcus thought might be the most adorable thing ever.
“I know, I was thinking those couches would be awfully comfortable,” Marcus said, sighing.
“Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Esca said, a devious grin creeping on to his face.
“I guess not,” he said. He tried to keep his attention on the road, but he did drive a little faster.
**
They arrived at the house in record time, kicking off their shoes and tumbling onto the stairs, already tearing at each other’s clothes, tongues and lips and hands all working them to a fever pitch until...
“Marcus, is that you?” Sassy called from the kitchen, and Marcus could have cried, from frustration. It had been a long week, seeing Esca only at or before school, with no time for more than a frantic snog before one of them had to be somewhere.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Esca exclaimed, swearing uncharacteristically.
“Coming, Sassy,” he called, looking at Esca apologetically. “I had no idea she’d be here, I swear!” he said, but he could tell that Esca was not appeased.
“Tell that to my cock,” he hissed, shoving Marcus up and righting his clothing. Marcus followed his lead into the kitchen.
“Oh Esca, I’m so glad to see you again!” Sassy cried, wrapping Esca in a hug that looked slightly painful.
“Likewise,” Esca said, smiling genuinely at her once she’d seen fit to release him.
“Well, come in boys,” she said, waving them to the barstools and then dishing them up something that Marcus was just noticing smelled delightful.
“Thanks Sassy,” he said, digging in eagerly when she placed a dish in front of him, and then Esca.
“Oh, you’re welcome, love.” She busied herself putting together another dish, chatting away as she chopped vegetables.
“Your Uncle told me that you’d be all alone here this weekend. He wanted to be sure I kept an eye on you,” Marcus had to pound Esca on the back when he choked on a piece of broccoli.
“That was thoughtful of him,” Marcus said, although from the look on Esca’s face he was probably thinking of a place to hide the body. He squeezed Esca’s thigh under the table and received a glare for his efforts.
“Of course I know you do not need a babysitter, why, you’re practically a grown man!” Sassy exclaimed. “So I’ve made you some dinner, you’ll just need to put it in the oven. I’ll pop around tomorrow to make something for lunch and do some cleaning up,” she said, covering the dish with a lid and sliding it in to the fridge.
“That’s very nice of you,” Esca spoke up, no longer seething resentment, though his smile was still a bit forced. Marcus could relate, he was still having difficulty convincing his cock that now was not the time.
“Oh, it’s no trouble, love,” Sassy replied. “Someone needs to look after these two. Three, as Stephan is just as useless in a kitchen.”
Marcus had to hide a snort of laughter in his sleeve. Stephan was quite a good cook, but his manner in the kitchen was very different from Sassy’s, and she did not appreciate it when he tried to help.
It wasn’t much later when Sassy departed, although to Marcus it had been an eternity, and he was certain from Esca’s expression that it had been for him as well. He had locked the door when she had gone, turning to find Esca halfway up the stairs, facing Marcus, bare chested with his shirt in one hand while the other tugged at his belt.
“Well?” he said expectantly, and Marcus’s mouth went dry.
“Nguh,” Marcus said, but he scrambled up the stairs after Esca, tripping in his haste. By the time he’d caught up, Esca had tossed his remaining clothes on the floor and was sprawled on Marcus’ bed, all smooth skin, wiry muscle and burning eyes, his cock hard and red where it lay on his belly.
“Come on, hockey boy,” Esca said, his voice rough with need. “It’s not going to suck itself.”
Marcus made for the bed, stripping his clothes off as he went, stopping only for a minute to tug his socks off, then reaching out and grasping Esca by the foot, tugging until his legs hung off the bed.
Marcus wasted no time, sliding his hands up Esca’s strong thighs, leaning down to follow the path with his lips, breathing deeply as he went. Esca was intoxicating and, far from getting used to it, Marcus was more entangled every time they were together. Soon he reached Esca’s cock, licking and slurping his way up it and swirling his tongue at the tip before sliding down the other side, drawing a moan from Esca as he sucked insistently on the skin at the base.
“Marcus,” Esca whispered, so Marcus hummed in response, getting another moan and wanting to hear more of them. He slid his lips to the tip again, laving the head with his tongue before taking it all in, bobbing his head in a quick paced rhythm, without hesitation.
He slid his hand up and gripped the base of Esca’s cock, squeezing and stroking at the same speed that his mouth was working, not forgetting to use his tongue as well, bringing all his newly developed skill to bring Esca to the edge of release. He pulled back a bit, but Esca’s hand had slid into his hair and it held him, not letting him pull back as far as he’d planned.
“You like that?” he asked, earning a growl from Esca and a tug on his hair.
“Now is not the time for teasing, Aquila,” he said, the use of his last name making Marcus shiver. “There will be enough time for that later,” he finished. Marcus had to admit he had a point, so he got back to work, taking Esca in further every time, until his cock was nudging the back of Marcus’ throat on every stroke. Then he slowed, swirling his tongue around Esca first one way and then the other, speeding up when Esca pulled his hair harder.
“Marcus,” Esca gasped desperately, so Marcus pulled back, watching with fascination as the head of Esca’s cock grew bigger a second before it released strings of thick, sticky come all over Marcus’ hand. “Nguh,” Esca said, dropping back on the bed, his hand going slack in Marcus’ hair. He took that as a good sign.
“You are really getting good at that,” Esca said, propping himself on his elbows just in time to see Marcus lifting his hand up, contemplating a bit before sucking one of his fingers into his mouth. It wasn’t bad, he could definitely become accustomed to it. He was sucking on another one when Esca, grabbed his hair again and pulled him up with a growl.
“Wha?” he managed to get out, but then Esca was rolling him onto his back and finishing the job Marcus had started, sucking Marcus’ fingers and licking the rest of his own come off Marcus’ hand.
“You. That’s, I--” he stammered, and Esca just grinned.
“It’s damn hot, isn’t it?” he said. “Now you know how I feel.” And without another word, he slithered his way down Marcus’ body and took Marcus in his mouth, setting about making Marcus come in the most efficient manner possible. His tongue was the most amazing thing Marcus had ever felt, sliding across his cock wetly, pressing harder in just the right places, and before Marcus’s brain could catch up, he was coming. Esca sucked the first burst right out of him before pulling away and letting the rest spurt into his mouth and on his tongue, seeming to drink it right out of Marcus’ cock. When it seemed no more was coming, he sucked the head in again before sliding his lips down the shaft once more, cleaning up every drop he had missed, the licking the rest from his chin.
Marcus was helpless to do anything but stare at him, his brain short circuiting at the sight.
“You are the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” he told Esca in an awe struck voice.
“And don’t you forget it,” Esca replied, crawling up Marcus’ body and kissing him. Marcus could taste both of them in the kiss, and it was exceptional. “Now come here.” Esca climbed off him, flopping back on Marcus’ pillows and holding open his arms for Marcus to climb into. He laid his head on Esca’s chest, anticipating those long fingers scratching his scalp and combing through his hair, and he was not disappointed.
They stayed like that for a long time, long enough for Marcus to doze off at least once, for Esca`s hand to still several times before moving again. Long enough for his cock to begin filling out again, as he thought about the rest of the day, and the following, and all the things they could do.
Then he recalled the one thing they hadn’t done yet, the one thing he was the more intrigued by, although he would admit to a certain apprehension about.
“Esca,” he said, his voice cracking, whether from disuse or anxiety, he couldn’t tell. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Esca?”
“Hmm,” Esca hummed. Marcus sat up, shivering as Esca’s hand slid from his hair to cup his jaw. Esca looked up at him, and for the first time in his life Marcus understood the expression, ‘bedroom eyes’.
“I want a shag,” he said, loving the way the word rolled over his tongue.
“Oh?” Esca said, his eyes lighting up with interest. “Again?”
“No, not just a blowjob or, whatever,” Marcus said, his cheeks heating a bit. “Make love to me, Esca,” he clarified.
“You cheesy little thing, you,” Esca said with a chuckle, but he stopped when he saw the serious expression on Marcus’ face. “Oh, you mean, you really want me to...”
“Yeah,” Marcus said.
“Wow.” Esca licked his lips, and Marcus could practically feel the blood rushing to his cock. “I thought you’d want to do me first,” he said.
“No, I mean, yes, I’d like to do that too,” Marcus said, sitting up and turning away, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had. “But right now, I’d like it if you would...I mean, if that’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” Esca said, slipping up behind Marcus and enfolding him into an embrace. “It’s more than okay.”
“I even bought some condoms,” Marcus said, scratching nervously at his nape.
Esca laughed. “So did I.” Marcus laid back, letting his head drop onto Esca’s shoulder.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Esca said, sucking lazily on Marcus’ neck. “But first, let’s have a shower, okay?”
The bathroom steamed up quickly, though Marcus wasn’t sure if it was from the hot water or from the looks he was sharing with Esca. He felt as if the heat in Esca’s eyes would burn him alive, and he knew he’d love every moment of it.
“Come on,” Esca said from inside the shower stall, holding out a hand for Marcus to take. Marcus’ cock bobbed in front of him as he went and Esca’s was in a similar state. Marcus pulled the door closed behind him, reaching out immediately, rubbing his hands all over Esca’s body, nervous anticipation settling into Marcus’ stomach. And then Esca kissed him and it all faded away.
**
Marcus collapsed on the bed, his skin tingling from the heat of the water and from Esca’s ministrations, his cock softer now, but his nerves no less jittery. He jumped a bit when Esca fell beside him, but was quickly calmed by Esca’s shower-smooth skin rubbing his.
Esca had taken his time with Marcus in the shower, cleaning him thoroughly and stretching him slowly, using the soap to ease his way as well as ensure that Marcus would be clean and comfortable. It had been odd, quite odd. A bit burny and stretchy, but then Esca had found his prostate and had manipulated it, pressing into Marcus from behind, one hand busy behind him while the other held Marcus still, Esca’s arm wrapped around his sternum. Marcus had braced his arms on the tile wall of the shower, trying to relax and failing until Esca had stroked his back, smoothing the tension out of Marcus with sure, strong hands.
And now here they were, Marcus on his stomach, his cheeks beginning to burn at the thought of what they were about to do, but his cock had perked up again, considerably. Marcus told himself he should be used to ambivalence by now, after everything he’d been through in the past few months, but it didn’t help. Esca was draped half on top of him, running his hand up and down Marcus’ back soothingly.
“You alright?” he asked quietly, his lips close to Marcus’ ear. Marcus turned his head to face him, smiling weakly.
“I am, I’m just, nervous,” he said.
“We don’t have to--” Esca started, but Marcus said, “no!” cutting him off.
“Let’s do it,” Marcus said, leaning in to kiss Esca hotly.
“Alright,” Esca said, pushing up and nudging Marcus until he moved into the middle of the bed. He pulled out a condom and some lube, setting them beside Marcus on the bed, before moving behind him.
“Up on your knees,” Esca said, smacking Marcus on the ass. “It’ll be better if we start this way, we can flip you over in a while, alright?”
Marcus nodded, drawing his knees up under him, his chest still on the bed. He felt ridiculous, exposed in such an intimate way, but he trusted Esca implicitly. Esca ran a hand down his back and over his ass, squeezing Marcus’ cheeks, letting his thumbs play in the crack . Marcus heard the cap of the lube bottle flipped open, then closed, and then he felt Esca’s fingers circle his hole, slick with lube, teasing before pushing in easily.
“Nice and loose already, Marcus,” Esca commented, rubbing Marcus’ lower back with his spare hand, while his fingers slid in and out. “Just stay relaxed.”
Marcus hummed his agreement, but it was muffled by the pillow he’d buried his head in. It was odd, as it had been in the shower, but better, the angle giving Esca better access to Marcus’ prostate, which he began to rub, slowly at first, then quicker, finally pulling out to add another finger. It went in as smoothly as the others, though Marcus could feel the stretch that time, burning slightly, Esca’s hand on his back keeping him focused and grounded.
“Sure you’re okay?” Esca asked again, sliding his fingers in and out and twisting them in small circles. Marcus could feel himself loosening up, bit by bit.
“Yes, I’m fine, can we just get on with it?” Marcus asked, more snappy than he’d intended, but he’d decided he’d like to just get on with it.
“Stop thinking about what you expect to happen,” Esca said, reaching around Marcus with his spare hand and gripping his flagging erection, stroking it slowly until it began to harden again. “Just feel, don’t think.”
“Okay,” Marcus said, closing his eyes and letting his expectations go and taking Esca’s advice, focusing on the hand on his cock, the fingers in his ass. Esca prodded his prostate a few more times before pulling back, and Marcus heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper as Esca opened it. He waited patiently, thinking about how wonderful it felt to be so close to Esca, to feel the other boy close to him, knowing that Esca would make it good. He sighed, his nerves calming considerably.
“Alright,” Esca said, running his hand up and down Marcus back again, and Marcus could feel him moving closer until the tip of his cock nudged him, slipping between Marcus cheeks and then pressing against his hole. It went in a lot easier than Marcus had anticipated, and he remembered what Esca had said about feeling, not thinking. It still burned though, and Marcus had to fight not to tense up.
“Marcus, god, you’re so hot,” Esca said above him, both hands on Marcus back now, rubbing up and down as he pushed in further until, at last, he was in all the way, his hips against Marcus’ ass, his balls laying on Marcus’, all soft skin and heat.
Marcus shivered, grateful that Esca was being still, allowing Marcus to relax as the burn faded. He felt undeniably full in a way he’d never experienced before. It was strange, new, different, but now that he was becoming accustomed to it, it was good. He could hear Esca panting behind him, his hands sliding down to grasp Marcus’ hips. He didn’t move though, and Marcus began to grow impatient, unable to keep from squirming a bit, the cock inside him changing angle but not moving. It was maddening.
“Are you going to move?” he asked Esca, his worries completely forgotten.
“Yes, I...yeah,” Esca said, his voice tight, strained, but he did as he said and pulled out and pushed in slowly at first, then faster, and doing it again. The drag of Esca’s cock as he moved felt amazing, and then, after a few shifts in position, he found Marcus’ prostate. Marcus gasped, clenching around Esca’s cock as he kept thrusting, prodding the swollen gland more and more frequently.
“Oh my god,” Marcus said, panting, pushing up on his arms, changing the angle yet again, pushing back to meet Esca’s thrusts.
“I know,” Esca said, his breathing as harsh as Marcus’, the two of them moving faster and faster, finding a rhythm that made it hard for Marcus to breathe.
“Do you want to roll over?” Esca asked, his words punctuated by panting breaths and gasps as Marcus pushed back to meet him.
“No, don’t stop, just--” Marcus said, so Esca didn’t, his thrusts coming harder now, pushing Marcus forward with every stroke, until his arms gave out and he buried his head in the pillow again, groaning. The motion made his cock bob against his belly and he remembered it was there, neglected. He slid an arm under himself until he could reach and stroke himself, tugging in time with Esca’s rhythm.
The added stimulation was all Marcus needed, the combined sensations all driving him toward an explosive, body shaking orgasm, it seems as though all his energy was expelled along with his come, and he slumped further into the mattress, knees weak. Esca didn’t stop however, gripping Marcus’ hips as his thrusts became erratic, his stroke shorter, and Marcus knew he was close as well.
“Esca,” he pleaded, needing Esca’s climax as much as his own. He didn’t have long to wait and then Esca was shuddering and shaking over him, clenching his hips tightly enough to bruise, but Marcus didn’t care. They would be the most enjoyably earned bruises he had ever received.
“Marcus, I...that was amazing,” Esca said, pulling out of Marcus unceremoniously and falling to the bed beside him, his breath coming in great, harsh gasps.
“I know. It was. Wow,” Marcus slurred, exhaustion overtaking him as his heart slowed to a normal beat. “Can we do that again?”
Esca laughed, breath still shaky, but evening out. “Oh yes, we will be doing that again,” he said at last, rolling onto his side and caressing Marcus’ cheek, his fingers slipping over Marcus’ lips as his hand fell to the bed, slack.
“Good,” Marcus said, closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling, the soaring, weightless way he’d felt when he’d come, Esca’s grip on his hips, the sweaty, shaky muscles, weak from the strain, the fullness of Esca inside him leaving behind an emptiness that, instead of making him feel like less, made him feel fuller, sated in a way he’d had no idea he could experience.
All Marcus could think was that he was born for this, to lay with Esca in the aftermath, being closer to him than to any other person alive, and never wanting it to stop. If he had to give up hockey for this, he would consider it a small price to pay he thought, as sleep overtook him.
Part 5
When practice was over, Marcus packed up and headed to his truck, thankfully unmolested by any of the team, although he knew that at least some of them thought as Charlie did and were not pleased that the Coach had stood up for him. On the other hand, it was a pretty good example of what he could expect in the NHL, so all in all, not too bad.
It was all made worthwhile when his truck came into view and he spotted Esca leaning against the driver’s side door, headphones in his ears, his head laid back against the window, eyes closed.
Marcus put his bag into the truck carefully, and though he was sure Esca knew he was there, he hadn’t moved, so Marcus slipped up to him quickly and moved in, bracing himself with forearms on the truck window.
“Well, look what we have here,” he said, smiling down at Esca, who opened his eyes lazily, one graceful brow raised.
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” Esca said, not removing his headphones.
“Does he know you’re out here, tempting anyone who crosses your path into snogging you silly?” Marcus had found himself adopting some of Esca’s regional slang, and snog was his favorite.
“Well he’d better hurry his arse up then, wont he, or I’ll take someone up on the offer.”
“Over my dead body,” Marcus said, leaning in and taking Esca’s lips in a torrid kiss, wasting no time in pressing his tongue into Esca’s mouth. Esca didn’t waste any time either, responding by hooking his fingers into Marcus’ belt loops and pulling him in until their bodies were pressed tightly together.
Soon the kiss softened, tapering off and when they pulled apart, Marcus was panting, his body overheated even in the chill air, and his cock hardening in his pants.
“Now let’s get some breakfast, hockey boy,” Esca said, giving Marcus a shove. “Your treat.”
“Anything you want, it’s all yours,” Marcus said, watching Esca walk around the truck, licking his lips. He unlocked the door, and that’s when he noticed several of his teammates congregated by another vehicle, all watching the scene unfold with varying expressions ranging from shock to outright disgust. Marcus gave them a little wave and then got in, fastening his seat belt and putting the truck into gear, not sparing them another thought.
**
Marcus didn’t think that they had nearly enough time at breakfast, but then again, there would never be enough time, especially when all he wanted to do was take Esca back to his bed and never leave. But soon they were due at school, so off they went.
Marcus was a bit apprehensive about it, but he had long since decided that no matter how anyone acted, it would definitely get better, and he would be out of there soon anyway. He gave Esca a smile as they got out of the truck, retrieving his backpack from the back as Esca grabbed his satchel. Before Esca could head toward the school, Marcus grabbed his hand and pulled him in, kissing him soundly.
“I love you,” he said, pressing his forehead to Esca’s. Esca smiled and kissed him again.
“Love you back,” Esca replied, taking his hand. “Now let’s go, we don’t want to be late.”
A few people said hello to one or the both of them, but many more stared, openly or otherwise. Marcus was surprised at how little he cared, with Esca’s hand in his he felt like he could accomplish anything. Who cared if a few high school kids didn’t like it? Esca appeared not to care either, but then he was less fussed by what people thought in general. Marcus envied him that, but then again, Esca hadn’t grown up with many of them and his career wasn’t riding on it the way Marcus’ was.
Marcus hated separating for the first class, but at least they were together for the second, though Marcus was looking forward to lunch more than anything. The class seemed to pass with ridiculous speed, that is to say, it dragged by. Marcus dashed to the math classroom, hoping Esca would be there, but he hadn’t counted on being there first. He sat in a desk at the back and settled in to wait, impatiently.
People began trickling in, and while many of them watched him like a hawk, no one approached him, for which he was very grateful. Before Esca could arrive, Cottia did, and grinned widely at the sight of him.
“Marcus, there you are,” she said, plunking herself down on his desk.
“Hi Cottia,” he replied, smiling, feeling genuinely glad to see her, which was a nice change. He had a feeling she would become a very good friend, she’d already proved herself as one. He could practically feel the eyes of the students in the class on them, no doubt expecting some kind of scene, given that not long before Marcus’ had been Cottia’s boyfriend. They certainly weren’t expecting the friendly conversation that followed.
“How’re you doing today?” Cottia asked, looking concerned.
“Excellent,” Marcus replied, letting the smile that he’d been carrying around burst out of him. “I am doing exceptionally well.”
Cottia leaned forward and grabbed Marcus’ hand, squeezing it excitedly. “Does that mean what I think it means?” she asked.
“I don’t know, what do you think it means?” Marcus asked back, still beaming.
“It means you should stop groping my boyfriend, Cottia,” Esca said, coming up behind Marcus and sliding a proprietary hand over his shoulder and into his hair. Marcus’ grin got wider, if such a thing was possible and when Cottia dropped his hand, he slid it around Esca’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Hi,” he said, smiling up at Esca now.
“Oh my god, could you be any cuter?” Cottia exclaimed.
“I resent that statement,” Esca said, but his smile belied his words.
The bell rang then so Esca pulled back, running his hand through Marcus’ hair before turning and taking the desk beside him.
**
After class, Marcus and Esca walked with Cottia to the cafeteria, with a quick stop at Esca’s locker, where Marcus left his books. Esca had preferred to have lunch outside, or anywhere but the cafeteria, but the rain had begun pouring in earnest, and Marcus wasn’t in the habit of bringing lunches although he knew Sassy would make them for him if he asked.
They found a table in an out of the way location once Marcus and Cottia had picked up their lunches, settling themselves in. Marcus had chosen to sit facing the room, he still wasn’t sure how or if people were going to react to his relationship with Esca, although mostly everyone had left him alone so far that morning. This was a bit of a test, and he wanted to see where everyone else was in the room, to be sure there were.
Esca slid in beside him while Cottia sat across the table, and began pulling out his lunch, which was packed in a very efficient lunch kit that seemed to have a compartment for everything. He also pulled out a stainless steel bottle of something, while Cottia gaped at his lunch.
“What have you got there, Esca?” she asked, intrigued.
“My Nan always likes to pack my lunches, thankfully. Nothing against the food here, but it’s not the healthiest and I am an athlete, after all,” he said, slipping a fork out of a slot and digging in.
“Hey, I’m an athlete too,” Marcus pointed out, looking down as his tray with a sigh. Esca was right, the food wasn’t all that bad, but it could be better. Marcus met with a nutritionist, same as all the players, but he did have more slack than Esca, from what they'd discussed. Still, he supposed it wouldn’t be a bad idea to switch things up a bit.
“Yeah, but you only have a few choices eating here, and I get bored easily,” Esca pointed out.
“Only with food, I hope,” Marcus said, giving Esca a speculative look, but Esca just grinned at him mischievously and took another bite.
“Looks good,” Cottia commented. “What have you got there?”
“Chicken sauteed with lemon and garlic, greek salad with cous cous, and grilled zucchini. Strawberries and honeydew cause I have a sweet tooth that I can’t indulge much,” he said, spearing some melon. “And lemon water, of course.”
“You could drink jugs of that stuff, I bet,” Marcus said, pulling a face and nudging Esca with his shoulder.
“I do,” Esca said, with a cheeky wink at Cottia, who laughed.
“What’s wrong with that?” she asked.
“He’s not fond of lemon,” Esca said, nudging Marcus back.
“I just don’t like it in my water,” Marcus corrected.
“Unless he adds copious amounts of sugar,” Esca said.
“Which I’m not allowed anyway,” Marcus added, grinning.
“You two might be the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen,” Cottia said, beaming at them.
“They’re like an old married couple,” Luke commented, sliding in beside Cottia.
“I don’t mind, really,” Marcus said, leaning over to kiss Esca, who didn’t complain, kissing him back. “Now hurry up and eat so we can get out of here and I can snog you before class starts again.”
“You do love that word, don’t you?” Esca asked, laughing.
“I’d prefer a shag,” Marcus said with a leer, but Esca just shoved him away.
“Later perhaps, if you’re good,” Esca said, with a rather smitten smile.
“What are you talking about?” Luke asked, brow furrowed.
“I’ve been teaching Marcus some British slang, and he’s decided to adopt it.”
“I like what snog implies,” Marcus said.
Esca laughed. “I’m sure you do.”
“What does it imply?” Cottia asked, fascinated with their banter.
“Lots of tongue,” Esca said boldly, laughing at Cottia’s expression.
They settled in to eat, with Cottia coercing a slang lesson out of Esca, until Robert approached their table, sitting beside Marcus without ceremony.
“Robert,” Marcus said with a wary smile. “What brings you over here?”
“I, uh,” Robert began, looking between Esca and Luke. “I just wanted to apologize for this morning,” he said.
“You didn’t really do anything,” Marcus said.
“I think that’s the point,” Luke pointed out.
“Yeah, it’s just...Charlie is a bit of a force to be reckoned with, and he’s a right asshole, sorry Cottia,” he said, seeming to remember she was there.
“Oh, don’t worry, I live with him, I know he’s an asshole,” she replied airily, and Luke grinned at her with approval.
“It’s kind of hard to talk to him, and when he gets into a mood...well, I just wanted to let you know that I don’t have a problem with you being...you know,” Robert said, nervously.
“Gay, Robert, you can say it, it’s nothing to be afraid of,” Marcus said.
“Right, that. Anyway, I’m not exactly, comfortable, with the whole thing, but I guess I’ve never known anyone--”
“Gay,” Esca piped up, getting looks from the other four.
“Right,” Robert said. “So I wanted to let you know I don’t agree with Charlie, I just...” he trailed off, but Marcus understood.
“I know, it’s okay, Robert,” he said. “Thanks, that means a lot to me.”
“Great!” Robert said with a grin. “I’ll just, uh...I’ll just be off then. Later.”
“Bye,” the rest chorused, watching him go.
“Well, that was alright,” Cottia said.
“Could have been worse,” Marcus agreed.
“The whole thing could have been worse,” Luke said with a slight frown. “I think the worst is yet to come, honestly.”
“You may be right,” Marcus said thoughtfully. “But no use worrying about it now.” He smiled cheerfully and shovelled in his last bite of pasta.
“Now how about that snog?” he asked when he was done, slipping an arm around Esca’s waist and nuzzling his neck. Esca speared the last piece of strawberry on his fork and offered it to Marcus, who took it happily, especially as Esca began to put away his lunch kit.
“Ugh,” Luke groaned while Cottia sighed, “awww.” They looked at each other and then laughed.
“Right then, we’ll see you later,” Marcus said, standing and taking Esca’s hand in his, tugging him in the direction of the door eagerly, with Esca following no less enthusiastically, giving Luke and Cottia a wave as they went.
**
That week passed in a blur, with little said to Marcus outright, although there were muttered comments and slurs passed around between some of the students. It seemed that his tussle with Charlie had got around and those who would likely have given him a hard time, didn’t.
The muttering didn’t bother Marcus, he knew that things could be worse, that they could still get worse, so he took the week for what it was, a blessing. Even better, for the first time in his life he was blissfully happy.
He began to hate Esca’s training schedule that took him away after school, and began to make it a habit to pretend to do his homework while watching Esca skate. Andrew put an end to that quickly, after three days of it he demanded Marcus go somewhere else and stop distracting Esca from his training.
So Marcus went, glumly, but that night was a Friday, and both he and Esca had Sunday off. He had already cleared it with his Uncle and Esca’s Nan for Esca to spend Saturday night, and it was all he could think about.
He’d never jacked off so much in his life, thinking about it.
His practice on Saturday was mostly spent with shooting and stick handling drills. He didn’t want to spend too much time skating hard, in an effort not to tire himself out, but then he worried that he was over-thinking things and did a few laps, forwards and backwards, working up a sweat. Before he could change his mind again Esca appeared, gliding around the ice as if he owned it and teasing Marcus with exaggerated stretching and bending.
When Marcus couldn’t stand it anymore, he caught up and grabbed Esca around the waist, pining him to the boards and snogging him silly. Until Andrew had arrived, spoiling their fun and banishing Marcus from the building.
The wait while Esca practiced was interminable, and Marcus was certain that two hours had never passed slower, but finally Esca appeared, jogging toward Marcus’ truck with a grin.
“You ready?” he said as he climbed in, leaning over to give Marcus a kiss. He pulled back before things could get interesting though, to Marcus’ dismay.
“Yep,” Marcus said, putting the truck into gear. “Uncle is off to Van with Stephan this weekend, so we’ll have the house to ourselves.”
“That’s unexpected,” Esca said in surprise, but his smile widened.
“I know,” Marcus said, reaching over and taking Esca’s hand once they’d hit the highway. “He gave me a very stern talking to last night. No loud parties--” Esca snorted.
“No drugs or alcohol,” he continued. Esca scoffed. “Does he know you at all?”
“No sex in the living room,” Marcus finished, and Esca groaned.
“Damn,” he said, wrinkling his nose, something which Marcus thought might be the most adorable thing ever.
“I know, I was thinking those couches would be awfully comfortable,” Marcus said, sighing.
“Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Esca said, a devious grin creeping on to his face.
“I guess not,” he said. He tried to keep his attention on the road, but he did drive a little faster.
**
They arrived at the house in record time, kicking off their shoes and tumbling onto the stairs, already tearing at each other’s clothes, tongues and lips and hands all working them to a fever pitch until...
“Marcus, is that you?” Sassy called from the kitchen, and Marcus could have cried, from frustration. It had been a long week, seeing Esca only at or before school, with no time for more than a frantic snog before one of them had to be somewhere.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Esca exclaimed, swearing uncharacteristically.
“Coming, Sassy,” he called, looking at Esca apologetically. “I had no idea she’d be here, I swear!” he said, but he could tell that Esca was not appeased.
“Tell that to my cock,” he hissed, shoving Marcus up and righting his clothing. Marcus followed his lead into the kitchen.
“Oh Esca, I’m so glad to see you again!” Sassy cried, wrapping Esca in a hug that looked slightly painful.
“Likewise,” Esca said, smiling genuinely at her once she’d seen fit to release him.
“Well, come in boys,” she said, waving them to the barstools and then dishing them up something that Marcus was just noticing smelled delightful.
“Thanks Sassy,” he said, digging in eagerly when she placed a dish in front of him, and then Esca.
“Oh, you’re welcome, love.” She busied herself putting together another dish, chatting away as she chopped vegetables.
“Your Uncle told me that you’d be all alone here this weekend. He wanted to be sure I kept an eye on you,” Marcus had to pound Esca on the back when he choked on a piece of broccoli.
“That was thoughtful of him,” Marcus said, although from the look on Esca’s face he was probably thinking of a place to hide the body. He squeezed Esca’s thigh under the table and received a glare for his efforts.
“Of course I know you do not need a babysitter, why, you’re practically a grown man!” Sassy exclaimed. “So I’ve made you some dinner, you’ll just need to put it in the oven. I’ll pop around tomorrow to make something for lunch and do some cleaning up,” she said, covering the dish with a lid and sliding it in to the fridge.
“That’s very nice of you,” Esca spoke up, no longer seething resentment, though his smile was still a bit forced. Marcus could relate, he was still having difficulty convincing his cock that now was not the time.
“Oh, it’s no trouble, love,” Sassy replied. “Someone needs to look after these two. Three, as Stephan is just as useless in a kitchen.”
Marcus had to hide a snort of laughter in his sleeve. Stephan was quite a good cook, but his manner in the kitchen was very different from Sassy’s, and she did not appreciate it when he tried to help.
It wasn’t much later when Sassy departed, although to Marcus it had been an eternity, and he was certain from Esca’s expression that it had been for him as well. He had locked the door when she had gone, turning to find Esca halfway up the stairs, facing Marcus, bare chested with his shirt in one hand while the other tugged at his belt.
“Well?” he said expectantly, and Marcus’s mouth went dry.
“Nguh,” Marcus said, but he scrambled up the stairs after Esca, tripping in his haste. By the time he’d caught up, Esca had tossed his remaining clothes on the floor and was sprawled on Marcus’ bed, all smooth skin, wiry muscle and burning eyes, his cock hard and red where it lay on his belly.
“Come on, hockey boy,” Esca said, his voice rough with need. “It’s not going to suck itself.”
Marcus made for the bed, stripping his clothes off as he went, stopping only for a minute to tug his socks off, then reaching out and grasping Esca by the foot, tugging until his legs hung off the bed.
Marcus wasted no time, sliding his hands up Esca’s strong thighs, leaning down to follow the path with his lips, breathing deeply as he went. Esca was intoxicating and, far from getting used to it, Marcus was more entangled every time they were together. Soon he reached Esca’s cock, licking and slurping his way up it and swirling his tongue at the tip before sliding down the other side, drawing a moan from Esca as he sucked insistently on the skin at the base.
“Marcus,” Esca whispered, so Marcus hummed in response, getting another moan and wanting to hear more of them. He slid his lips to the tip again, laving the head with his tongue before taking it all in, bobbing his head in a quick paced rhythm, without hesitation.
He slid his hand up and gripped the base of Esca’s cock, squeezing and stroking at the same speed that his mouth was working, not forgetting to use his tongue as well, bringing all his newly developed skill to bring Esca to the edge of release. He pulled back a bit, but Esca’s hand had slid into his hair and it held him, not letting him pull back as far as he’d planned.
“You like that?” he asked, earning a growl from Esca and a tug on his hair.
“Now is not the time for teasing, Aquila,” he said, the use of his last name making Marcus shiver. “There will be enough time for that later,” he finished. Marcus had to admit he had a point, so he got back to work, taking Esca in further every time, until his cock was nudging the back of Marcus’ throat on every stroke. Then he slowed, swirling his tongue around Esca first one way and then the other, speeding up when Esca pulled his hair harder.
“Marcus,” Esca gasped desperately, so Marcus pulled back, watching with fascination as the head of Esca’s cock grew bigger a second before it released strings of thick, sticky come all over Marcus’ hand. “Nguh,” Esca said, dropping back on the bed, his hand going slack in Marcus’ hair. He took that as a good sign.
“You are really getting good at that,” Esca said, propping himself on his elbows just in time to see Marcus lifting his hand up, contemplating a bit before sucking one of his fingers into his mouth. It wasn’t bad, he could definitely become accustomed to it. He was sucking on another one when Esca, grabbed his hair again and pulled him up with a growl.
“Wha?” he managed to get out, but then Esca was rolling him onto his back and finishing the job Marcus had started, sucking Marcus’ fingers and licking the rest of his own come off Marcus’ hand.
“You. That’s, I--” he stammered, and Esca just grinned.
“It’s damn hot, isn’t it?” he said. “Now you know how I feel.” And without another word, he slithered his way down Marcus’ body and took Marcus in his mouth, setting about making Marcus come in the most efficient manner possible. His tongue was the most amazing thing Marcus had ever felt, sliding across his cock wetly, pressing harder in just the right places, and before Marcus’s brain could catch up, he was coming. Esca sucked the first burst right out of him before pulling away and letting the rest spurt into his mouth and on his tongue, seeming to drink it right out of Marcus’ cock. When it seemed no more was coming, he sucked the head in again before sliding his lips down the shaft once more, cleaning up every drop he had missed, the licking the rest from his chin.
Marcus was helpless to do anything but stare at him, his brain short circuiting at the sight.
“You are the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” he told Esca in an awe struck voice.
“And don’t you forget it,” Esca replied, crawling up Marcus’ body and kissing him. Marcus could taste both of them in the kiss, and it was exceptional. “Now come here.” Esca climbed off him, flopping back on Marcus’ pillows and holding open his arms for Marcus to climb into. He laid his head on Esca’s chest, anticipating those long fingers scratching his scalp and combing through his hair, and he was not disappointed.
They stayed like that for a long time, long enough for Marcus to doze off at least once, for Esca`s hand to still several times before moving again. Long enough for his cock to begin filling out again, as he thought about the rest of the day, and the following, and all the things they could do.
Then he recalled the one thing they hadn’t done yet, the one thing he was the more intrigued by, although he would admit to a certain apprehension about.
“Esca,” he said, his voice cracking, whether from disuse or anxiety, he couldn’t tell. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Esca?”
“Hmm,” Esca hummed. Marcus sat up, shivering as Esca’s hand slid from his hair to cup his jaw. Esca looked up at him, and for the first time in his life Marcus understood the expression, ‘bedroom eyes’.
“I want a shag,” he said, loving the way the word rolled over his tongue.
“Oh?” Esca said, his eyes lighting up with interest. “Again?”
“No, not just a blowjob or, whatever,” Marcus said, his cheeks heating a bit. “Make love to me, Esca,” he clarified.
“You cheesy little thing, you,” Esca said with a chuckle, but he stopped when he saw the serious expression on Marcus’ face. “Oh, you mean, you really want me to...”
“Yeah,” Marcus said.
“Wow.” Esca licked his lips, and Marcus could practically feel the blood rushing to his cock. “I thought you’d want to do me first,” he said.
“No, I mean, yes, I’d like to do that too,” Marcus said, sitting up and turning away, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had. “But right now, I’d like it if you would...I mean, if that’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” Esca said, slipping up behind Marcus and enfolding him into an embrace. “It’s more than okay.”
“I even bought some condoms,” Marcus said, scratching nervously at his nape.
Esca laughed. “So did I.” Marcus laid back, letting his head drop onto Esca’s shoulder.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Esca said, sucking lazily on Marcus’ neck. “But first, let’s have a shower, okay?”
The bathroom steamed up quickly, though Marcus wasn’t sure if it was from the hot water or from the looks he was sharing with Esca. He felt as if the heat in Esca’s eyes would burn him alive, and he knew he’d love every moment of it.
“Come on,” Esca said from inside the shower stall, holding out a hand for Marcus to take. Marcus’ cock bobbed in front of him as he went and Esca’s was in a similar state. Marcus pulled the door closed behind him, reaching out immediately, rubbing his hands all over Esca’s body, nervous anticipation settling into Marcus’ stomach. And then Esca kissed him and it all faded away.
**
Marcus collapsed on the bed, his skin tingling from the heat of the water and from Esca’s ministrations, his cock softer now, but his nerves no less jittery. He jumped a bit when Esca fell beside him, but was quickly calmed by Esca’s shower-smooth skin rubbing his.
Esca had taken his time with Marcus in the shower, cleaning him thoroughly and stretching him slowly, using the soap to ease his way as well as ensure that Marcus would be clean and comfortable. It had been odd, quite odd. A bit burny and stretchy, but then Esca had found his prostate and had manipulated it, pressing into Marcus from behind, one hand busy behind him while the other held Marcus still, Esca’s arm wrapped around his sternum. Marcus had braced his arms on the tile wall of the shower, trying to relax and failing until Esca had stroked his back, smoothing the tension out of Marcus with sure, strong hands.
And now here they were, Marcus on his stomach, his cheeks beginning to burn at the thought of what they were about to do, but his cock had perked up again, considerably. Marcus told himself he should be used to ambivalence by now, after everything he’d been through in the past few months, but it didn’t help. Esca was draped half on top of him, running his hand up and down Marcus’ back soothingly.
“You alright?” he asked quietly, his lips close to Marcus’ ear. Marcus turned his head to face him, smiling weakly.
“I am, I’m just, nervous,” he said.
“We don’t have to--” Esca started, but Marcus said, “no!” cutting him off.
“Let’s do it,” Marcus said, leaning in to kiss Esca hotly.
“Alright,” Esca said, pushing up and nudging Marcus until he moved into the middle of the bed. He pulled out a condom and some lube, setting them beside Marcus on the bed, before moving behind him.
“Up on your knees,” Esca said, smacking Marcus on the ass. “It’ll be better if we start this way, we can flip you over in a while, alright?”
Marcus nodded, drawing his knees up under him, his chest still on the bed. He felt ridiculous, exposed in such an intimate way, but he trusted Esca implicitly. Esca ran a hand down his back and over his ass, squeezing Marcus’ cheeks, letting his thumbs play in the crack . Marcus heard the cap of the lube bottle flipped open, then closed, and then he felt Esca’s fingers circle his hole, slick with lube, teasing before pushing in easily.
“Nice and loose already, Marcus,” Esca commented, rubbing Marcus’ lower back with his spare hand, while his fingers slid in and out. “Just stay relaxed.”
Marcus hummed his agreement, but it was muffled by the pillow he’d buried his head in. It was odd, as it had been in the shower, but better, the angle giving Esca better access to Marcus’ prostate, which he began to rub, slowly at first, then quicker, finally pulling out to add another finger. It went in as smoothly as the others, though Marcus could feel the stretch that time, burning slightly, Esca’s hand on his back keeping him focused and grounded.
“Sure you’re okay?” Esca asked again, sliding his fingers in and out and twisting them in small circles. Marcus could feel himself loosening up, bit by bit.
“Yes, I’m fine, can we just get on with it?” Marcus asked, more snappy than he’d intended, but he’d decided he’d like to just get on with it.
“Stop thinking about what you expect to happen,” Esca said, reaching around Marcus with his spare hand and gripping his flagging erection, stroking it slowly until it began to harden again. “Just feel, don’t think.”
“Okay,” Marcus said, closing his eyes and letting his expectations go and taking Esca’s advice, focusing on the hand on his cock, the fingers in his ass. Esca prodded his prostate a few more times before pulling back, and Marcus heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper as Esca opened it. He waited patiently, thinking about how wonderful it felt to be so close to Esca, to feel the other boy close to him, knowing that Esca would make it good. He sighed, his nerves calming considerably.
“Alright,” Esca said, running his hand up and down Marcus back again, and Marcus could feel him moving closer until the tip of his cock nudged him, slipping between Marcus cheeks and then pressing against his hole. It went in a lot easier than Marcus had anticipated, and he remembered what Esca had said about feeling, not thinking. It still burned though, and Marcus had to fight not to tense up.
“Marcus, god, you’re so hot,” Esca said above him, both hands on Marcus back now, rubbing up and down as he pushed in further until, at last, he was in all the way, his hips against Marcus’ ass, his balls laying on Marcus’, all soft skin and heat.
Marcus shivered, grateful that Esca was being still, allowing Marcus to relax as the burn faded. He felt undeniably full in a way he’d never experienced before. It was strange, new, different, but now that he was becoming accustomed to it, it was good. He could hear Esca panting behind him, his hands sliding down to grasp Marcus’ hips. He didn’t move though, and Marcus began to grow impatient, unable to keep from squirming a bit, the cock inside him changing angle but not moving. It was maddening.
“Are you going to move?” he asked Esca, his worries completely forgotten.
“Yes, I...yeah,” Esca said, his voice tight, strained, but he did as he said and pulled out and pushed in slowly at first, then faster, and doing it again. The drag of Esca’s cock as he moved felt amazing, and then, after a few shifts in position, he found Marcus’ prostate. Marcus gasped, clenching around Esca’s cock as he kept thrusting, prodding the swollen gland more and more frequently.
“Oh my god,” Marcus said, panting, pushing up on his arms, changing the angle yet again, pushing back to meet Esca’s thrusts.
“I know,” Esca said, his breathing as harsh as Marcus’, the two of them moving faster and faster, finding a rhythm that made it hard for Marcus to breathe.
“Do you want to roll over?” Esca asked, his words punctuated by panting breaths and gasps as Marcus pushed back to meet him.
“No, don’t stop, just--” Marcus said, so Esca didn’t, his thrusts coming harder now, pushing Marcus forward with every stroke, until his arms gave out and he buried his head in the pillow again, groaning. The motion made his cock bob against his belly and he remembered it was there, neglected. He slid an arm under himself until he could reach and stroke himself, tugging in time with Esca’s rhythm.
The added stimulation was all Marcus needed, the combined sensations all driving him toward an explosive, body shaking orgasm, it seems as though all his energy was expelled along with his come, and he slumped further into the mattress, knees weak. Esca didn’t stop however, gripping Marcus’ hips as his thrusts became erratic, his stroke shorter, and Marcus knew he was close as well.
“Esca,” he pleaded, needing Esca’s climax as much as his own. He didn’t have long to wait and then Esca was shuddering and shaking over him, clenching his hips tightly enough to bruise, but Marcus didn’t care. They would be the most enjoyably earned bruises he had ever received.
“Marcus, I...that was amazing,” Esca said, pulling out of Marcus unceremoniously and falling to the bed beside him, his breath coming in great, harsh gasps.
“I know. It was. Wow,” Marcus slurred, exhaustion overtaking him as his heart slowed to a normal beat. “Can we do that again?”
Esca laughed, breath still shaky, but evening out. “Oh yes, we will be doing that again,” he said at last, rolling onto his side and caressing Marcus’ cheek, his fingers slipping over Marcus’ lips as his hand fell to the bed, slack.
“Good,” Marcus said, closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling, the soaring, weightless way he’d felt when he’d come, Esca’s grip on his hips, the sweaty, shaky muscles, weak from the strain, the fullness of Esca inside him leaving behind an emptiness that, instead of making him feel like less, made him feel fuller, sated in a way he’d had no idea he could experience.
All Marcus could think was that he was born for this, to lay with Esca in the aftermath, being closer to him than to any other person alive, and never wanting it to stop. If he had to give up hockey for this, he would consider it a small price to pay he thought, as sleep overtook him.
Part 5