Fic: The Lonely End of the Rink, Part 5/7 COMPLETE
Title: The Lonely End of the Rink 5.1
Pairing: Marcus/Esca
Rating: NC-17
Summary: I looked up and you were there, just sitting there all alone, holding your fist in the air, like, if you need me you're on your own. At the lonely end of the rink, you and me.
I hear your voice ‘cross a frozen lake, a voice from the end of a leaf, saying, ‘you won’t die of a thousand fakes or be beaten by the sweetest of dekes’. At the lonely end of the rink, you and me.
Word Count:100,000-ish in 7 parts, COMPLETE This part 15,000 ish
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Rosemary Sutcliff and Focus Features, dammit. I just like making them do filthy, wonderful things to each other.
Author’s Notes:This fic is a modern AU inspired by a prompt at the_eagle_kink, and it totally took my brain over, pouring out of me like a flood. It was truly frightening to watch.
It is filled with hockey, figure skating, high school, a smattering of original and movie characters, with a hefty dose of Canadiana. It is a fic that deals with real life situations and attitudes, not a fluff piece, so keep that in mind.
Master post with extended Author’s Notes, banners and fanmix, as well as links to all the parts here.
In View
I love you. You know I do.
Yea, it’s perfect…well, it isn’t and it is.
I’ve been meaning to call you.
I’ve been meaning to call you.
Then I do.
I’ve been meaning to call you.
I’ve been meaning to call you.
Then I do.
Phone rings once,
Phone rings twice,
Phone rings three times.
I am of you.
You are always in view.
I am my will.
You are in everything I do.
The weekend passed altogether too quickly, and before Marcus was quite ready for it, he was driving Esca home on Sunday evening, feeling as if he was going to leave a piece of himself behind, which was ridiculous, and he knew they’d see each other in the morning anyway. Knowing that didn’t make the feeling go away, however.
He glanced over at Esca, feeling incredibly lucky to have someone like him. Esca made him forget the world and his sense of comfort in his own skin gave Marcus some added confidence, but sometimes the doubts crept in. It seemed to Marcus that after a weekend like the one they’d had, he should feel more ready to face the world, but the intimacy he’d found in Esca’s arms only made him want to stay tucked away forever, just the two of them.
The outside world was out of his control, too many people would judge him for this one thing, not caring about any other facet of his personality. Perhaps that was why, after such an amazing experience, he was feeling particularly insecure. Esca must have noticed the change in his mood, because he reached out a hand and took Marcus’, lacing their fingers together.
“You alright?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
“I’m...yes,” Marcus said, not knowing how to answer.
“Oh, that was convincing,” Esca replied dryly, and Marcus chuckled.
“Right, okay, so I’m feeling a little, I don’t even know,” Marcus admitted.
“Insecure? Doubtful? Anxious?”
“Uh, yes?” Marcus said, surprised. “How’d you know?”
“Because I’ve been where you are right now,” Esca said. “Maybe not to the same degree, I came out sooner and I didn’t have my career on the line, but I still second guessed myself, for a long time.”
“Oh,” Marcus said.
“Does that surprise you?” Esca asked.
“Yeah, I guess I thought you’ve always been the way you are now, I mean, you’re so comfortable with yourself, and you don’t let other people get to you,” Marcus said. “I’m not sure if I can do that.”
“You can,” Esca assured him. “It just takes some time, you’ve made a big move here, and while you should never regret it, being true to yourself, there will still be moments when you wish you could take it back, if only to make things easier.”
“But they weren’t easier,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “I was in turmoil all the time, my inside was constantly at war with what I had to present to everyone else.”
“But now, you have no control over that battle. You can’t make other people like or respect you, and you can’t make them support you either, that’s their choice. In making yours, you’ve given them the power, in a way...all you can do now is be yourself and let the bad ones roll off your back, you know?”
“I think so,” Marcus said, although he wasn’t sure. “It’s not really my battle anymore, is it?”
“Not in the same sense,” Esca replied. “Now you just need to stand tall and let the world break around you and sometimes it will get really bad, there will be so many of them. That’s why it will seem easier to have kept it all inside.”
“But then I’d be living a lie,” Marcus said.
“Yes.”
“You’re not making this any easier,” Marcus commented with a sigh.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Esca said, his thumb tracing back and forth over the back of Marcus’ hand. “It’s not easy, no matter what you do. You just need to decide which way you’re going to go.”
“Well, I’ve already done that,” Marcus said, letting go of Esca’s hand to shift gears.
“For better or for worse,” Esca said. “And you’ll always have me.” Marcus smiled at that, contentment filling him up again.
“You don’t know how grateful that makes me,” Marcus said, taking opportunity at the stoplight to turn and face Esca, smiling at him with gratitude.
“As grateful as having you makes me, perhaps?” Esca replied. “I had no one here, only Nan, and then you came along and made me believe I could trust someone again.” His voice softened, his eye glassing over with moisture, so Marcus reached over and cupped his cheek.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Marcus told him. “Not now.”
“I know,” Esca said, and the moment stretched, the air in the truck becoming thick, until the car behind them honked. Marcus looked up to see a green light, and put the truck into gear.
When they arrived, Marcus pulled into a parking space and turned off the truck, facing Esca as he took of his seat belt. He expected Esca to open the door, but he didn’t, sliding over as far as he could and pulling Marcus’ lips to his for a slow, deep kiss that left Marcus shaky again, wishing for the first time that he could rip out the center console in his truck and drag Esca closer.
“See you in the morning,” Esca whispered, meeting Marcus’ eyes, smiling like a fool, the same way Marcus was sure he was smiling back.
“Yeah,” Marcus said, rubbing a thumb over Esca’s swollen bottom lip before letting go, pulling back and watching Esca get out of the truck. He didn’t turn back until he reached the front door, unlocking it before turning and waving at Marcus, the smile still on his face. Marcus smiled back, feeling giddy and sad all at once. He sighed. There was nothing for it, so he started the truck again and headed home.
**
Several days later, on Wednesday afternoon, not long after he arrived home, Marcus received a phone call from a number he didn’t recognize. Puzzled, he picked up, wondering who it was and how they had gotten his phone number.
“Hello?”
“Good afternoon, Marcus,” came crisply accented voice, making Marcus stiffen in surprise.
“Mrs. MacCunoval,” Marcus replied automatically. “This is a surprise.”
“I am sure it is,” she replied. “I apologize for calling you like this, but there is a matter I wish to discuss with you, and I’d prefer Esca not be privy to our conversation.”
“Alright,” Marcus said, unable to decide how to respond.
“Well Marcus, the fact is that Esca’s birthday is approaching, it’ll be his eighteenth, you know,” she said.
“Yes, I know he’ll be eighteen, but I had no idea it was soon,” Marcus said. “I’m kind of embarrassed to admit I’d not thought about it.”
“It doesn’t surprise me that he hasn’t told you, he has never been one for large celebrations, not when the focus is entirely on him,” she continued. “But the fact is, his seventeenth birthday was most unpleasant,” she paused, Marcus could hear her taking a deep breath.
“Is it safe to assume that Esca has told you why he moved to Canada, and about what happened to his family?” she asked, cautiously.
“Yes, um,” Marcus said. “Yeah, he did.”
“Well given the circumstances, you can understand why he did not celebrate it, and to be honest, none of us felt like celebrating then.”
“No, I can imagine not,” Marcus said, his heart clenching at the thought of Esca, all alone on his birthday, his family gone so suddenly, so tragically.
“However, this year I was hoping that I could provide a more enjoyable birthday for him, though I have come to realize that I am not the correct person for the task,” she said. “You though, are perfect. I can only assume that you wish to make Esca happy.”
She seemed to expect a response to that, so Marcus said, “yes, I do. He’s made me very happy.”
“I am glad to hear it,” she replied. “So I shall leave it up to you. I intend to give him a gift, of course, but I would appreciate it if you would make it special for him.”
“Yes, I will,” Marcus replied eagerly. “I love him Mrs. MacCunoval, and nothing would make me happier than to make him happy.”
“Excellent,” she said. “If there is anything I can do to help, please don’t hesitate to call me.”
“I will,” Marcus said. “Thank you for calling me, oh...Mrs. MacCunoval, you never told me what day his birthday is.”
“Oh dear, please call me Elsa,” she insisted, though Marcus wasn’t certain. “It’s the twenty-second of March.”
“The day he leaves,” Marcus said, almost to himself.
“Yes, it is. If you play your cards right, he will be in the best of moods for the competition,” she pointed out.
“That can only be a good thing,” Marcus said. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.”
“I’m sure you will. Thank you Marcus. Goodnight,” she said, and hung up the phone.
**
Marcus had thought a lot about what to do for Esca the following weekend, but he hadn’t had a lot of success so far. He didn’t think Esca would want to go out, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to share Esca with anyone anyway, but he still needed to come up with a gift.
He was nearing the parking lot when he heard the murmur of a crowd of people, which was unusual, people tended to take off as soon as they could, it was rare to see them gathered in such a large crowd, which Marcus could see now.
In fact, it looked like they were gathered around his truck. Marcus broke into a jog, wondering what on earth could be going on. He pushed through the crowd, noticing some of them were actually in the bed of his truck. Then, just as he pushed through, he heard Cottia yelling, “Charlie, no!”
And there, in the center of the group was Esca, jaw lifted and eyes fierce, and Marcus had never seen such defiance, especially in the face of the adversity he was currently facing.
Across the circle from Esca was Charlie Henderson, his face a very unattractive red.
“Charlie,” Cottia yelled again, but Charlie ignored her, taking a swing at Esca, who dodged easily, taking a few steps to the side. Charlie stumbled, but regained himself, only to turn and take another swing at Esca, who dodged again, slipping behind Charlie and kicking him in the back of the knee, making him drop to the ground, to the shock of the crowd.
“Aren’t you going to help him?” Cottia asked Marcus, incredulous.
“I will if he needs me,” Marcus said, grinning as Esca dodged once more. Charlie responded with a shout, climbing to his feet and turning on Esca, his face so contorted with fury it looked like his eyes were popping out. Marcus stifled a laugh, Cottia looking at him in disbelief.
Charlie came at Esca again and this time when Esca dodged, he grabbed Charlie’s fist and used his momentum to twist it around behind his back, kicking him in the back of the knee once more and taking him all the way down until he was flat on the ground, where Esca held him down with the arm he had twisted behind his back and a knee on Charlie’s lower back.
“Told you,” Marcus said, winking at Cottia, walking into the circle at last, but Esca wasn’t done yet.
“Not so nice to be the one getting your arse handed to you, is it, you great prick?” Esca said, twisting Charlie’s arm harder, making Charlie yell in pain. “So the next time you want to make assumptions about someone based on size or sexuality, remember me, and think again.”
A bunch of people in the crowd cheered, and Esca was about to let him go when Marcus stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He smiled at Esca, who looked shocked for a second before smiling back, digging in harder with his knee when Charlie began to squirm.
Marcus walked around in front of Charlie and squatted down so the boy on the ground could see him.
“Aquila!” Charlie shrieked, squirming again. “Get your freak of a boyfriend off of me!” Esca yanked on his arm again, and Charlie gave another shout of pain.
“It’s him you should be pleading with, not me,” Marcus said with a smirk. “Besides, humiliation is a good look on you, Charles. And Esca’s hot when he’s pissed, so I could just stay here all day.” The crowd laughed, and Charlie struggled once more.
“But I’ll give you some friendly advice, Charles,” Marcus said, his voice turning hard, all amusement lost. “The next time you lay a finger on Esca, or even use that smart mouth of yours to try and call him down, I’ll destroy what’s left behind when he’s finished with you. Understood?”
Charlie nodded jerkily, and Marcus was satisfied. He stood, reaching a hand out for Esca who gave one last wrench on Charlie’s arm before taking it and standing, lacing their fingers together and walking away, leaving Charlie defeated on the ground.
“Get out of my truck!” Marcus yelled at the students who had clambered into the bed for a better look. He tossed his bag in and turned, pulling Esca into his arms and leaning in for a kiss. Esca’s brash defiance, as well as his unshakable confidence, had Marcus incredibly turned on. His confidence had a reason, he was the most capable person Marcus had met.
They pulled back in time to see Cottia approaching, followed by Luke, who was fighting through the crowd. Robert was beside Charlie, who had finally pulled himself into a standing position.
“Dude,” Robert said, shaking his head. “You just got beat up by a figure skater.”
“Fuck off!” Charlie bellowed, pushing his way through the remaining people in his haste to escape.
“That was impressive,” Luke said, slapping Esca on the back. “Well done.”
“Thanks,” Esca said with a smug smirk, leaning into Marcus, who was leaning against the door of his truck.
“You were awesome,” Cottia said, kissing Esca on the cheek, returning Marcus’ frown with a wink. “Come on Luke, you can give me a ride home, since my brother is in no condition to drive,” Cottia said, taking a shocked Luke by the hand and tugging him away. Marcus watched them with amusement, turning back to Esca.
Finally they were alone, so Marcus kissed Esca again, pride and happiness filling him.
“I’ve got to go,” Esca said, pulling back reluctantly.
“Let me drive you,” Marcus pleaded, but Esca shook his head.
“It’s only a ten minute walk,” he pointed out, but Marcus insisted.
“It’s not like you need the exercise, and it’s a two minute drive, which means you can spend the other eight minutes snogging me,” Marcus said, pulling Esca closer again.
“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” Esca said, letting Marcus reel him in again.
**
Marcus was restless and uncomfortable, and knowing that there were still several hours before he could stretch was not helping. The bus was quiet for once, there was a lull in the activities, as happened more often when they were on longer bus trips. Even a group of guys like the ones on the team had to quiet down sometime. Marcus tossed a glance to the side, seeing Luke across the bus, his head pillowed on his balled up jacket, pressed against the bus window. Nothing new there, then.
Marcus had been preoccupied all morning. He’d been thinking about what Esca’s Nan had said, about his birthday and how horrible the last one had been. Marcus had been pondering what to get him. He knew they would spend the following Saturday ensconced in his bedroom, preferably naked, but there still remained the gift. What do you get someone who had every thing he needed, and didn’t have many wants to begin with?
More to the point, what could he get Esca that would lift his spirits and help him get over the disaster that was his last birthday? He remembered the tight, pained tone in Esca’s voice when he had showed Marcus his photo albums, and that was when Marcus hit on the idea.
He checked his phone, it was nearly ten am. Perfect. He flipped through his contact list until he found the entry he had made with Elsa’s phone number. He looked around the bus quickly, but everyone was sleeping or otherwise distracted, and not likely to disturb him. He hit send, listening impatiently as it rang on the other end.
“Hello?”
“Elsa? It’s Marcus,” he said. “I had an idea and I was wondering if you could help me...”
**
The week passed quickly. The team hadn’t returned from it’s road trip until Tuesday evening and Marcus spent the rest of it busy putting his plan into action. That meant some shopping and some covert outings to Esca’s, where Elsa was proving invaluable. She was quite pleased with Marcus’ idea, and was instrumental in putting the plan into motion.
When Saturday rolled around, Marcus was nervous. He had asked Sassy to make Esca’s favorite meal, which she had been glad to do, and when she had heard he’d been intending to buy a cake she was so scandalized Marcus could probably have walked around naked and she wouldn’t have noticed.
Marcus was disappointed that Esca wouldn’t be able to spend the night, but he had an early flight from Vancouver and needed to get on the road even earlier. Still, they had the afternoon and evening, as Esca had already packed and organized everything he would need. At least they didn’t have to worry about that.
Marcus had driven home during Esca’s training session that Saturday and showered, tidied and made sure everything was ready, before heading back to town to pick him up. Sassy had promised to have everything ready, and assured Marcus that both she and Uncle would be gone before he got back.
There was nothing left to do but go, so Marcus did, even though it was a bit early. He drove the long way and still had time to kill when he got back to the arena, so he got out of the truck and paced around a bit.
Finally Esca was finished, walking across the parking lot toward Marcus with a smile.
“Hi,” he said when he drew close. “What are you dressed up for?”
"Well," Marcus said, pausing to give Esca a kiss. “A little birdie told me that it’s your birthday tomorrow.”
Esca froze, his expression falling into wariness with a speed that made Marcus blink.
“She didn’t,” he said, eyes narrowing.
“She did, and I’m glad she did,” Marcus said, tugging Esca close again. “It should have occurred to me that I’d known you almost a year and had never learned when your birthday was, but it didn’t so I’m glad she called.”
“I don’t really feel like a big celebration,” Esca said with a sigh.
“I know, but eighteen is an important milestone, and you should acknowledge it somehow,” Marcus insisted. “And since you wouldn’t do it for yourself, it was up to us to do it for you.”
Esca sighed again and shook his head. “I suppose,” he said.
“We love you, you know. And we want you to be happy.”
“Being with you does make me happy,” Esca said, relaxing into Marcus’ embrace, at last.
“Great. Come be with me tonight, before you leave me all alone,” Marcus said, grinning at him and then giving him another kiss before pushing him around the front of the truck.
“Hey, you’re the one who left me alone last weekend,” Esca pointed out as he climbed in.
“I know, life is so unfair,” Marcus mock pouted, making Esca laugh. “We’ll just have to make the best of this evening.”
“You’ve planned something devious, haven’t you?” Esca said.
“To the contrary. Lunch, some sex, maybe desert, more sex, then dinner,” Marcus said. “Nothing devious at all.”
“Hmm,” Esca said, but he didn't ask any more questions. When they got home, Marcus was pleased to find the house as he’d hoped, quiet music playing, lunch laid out on the table. Esca was quite pleased, despite himself. They didn’t linger over lunch long however, as both of them were eager to get upstairs and get naked.
Marcus made sure that his bedroom door was closed before he began tugging Esca’s clothes off, not wanting anything unexpected to occur, especially if Uncle or Sassy decided to come back, for whatever reason.
“Take yours off too,” Esca said, pulling on Marcus’ shirt as Marcus fumbled with his belt buckle.
“Hold on,” Marcus said, manhandling Esca back to the bed and stripping him, jeans, briefs, socks, all of it in a heap on the floor. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on top, unbuckling his own jeans and shoving them off unceremoniously, his eyes fixed on Esca, all wiry muscle, soft skin and leaking cock. Marcus crawled onto the bed and braced himself above Esca, close enough so that their cocks bumped, but nothing else.
“Esca?” he said, feeling suddenly vulnerable, although he’d worked himself up to this all week.
“Yeah,” Esca said, reaching up and running his hands down Marcus sides, thumbs flicking over his nipples, his navel, his hipbones. Marcus shivered and forced himself to remember what he’d been planning to say.
“Will you let me fuck you?”
“Let you?” Esca said with a laugh, pulling Marcus down for a kiss, biting Marcus’ lip as he pulled back. “I was hoping you’d ask.”
“Yeah?” Marcus asked.
“Hell yeah,” Esca said, smiling. “Hell of a birthday present. Now get up here.” He shuffled back until his head was on Marcus’ pillow, it was a sight that Marcus would keep in his mind for a very long time.
Marcus joined him, digging in his bedside table for a condom and the lube before looking down at Esca, unsure of how to proceed. But Esca didn’t have any qualms, pulling Marcus down into another kiss and spreading his legs so that Marcus’ hips slid between them, rubbing their cocks together maddeningly.
Marcus let himself be kissed, encouraging Esca with his lips, tugging on Esca’s lip when he broke the kiss, or sucking on his tongue when he pulled it back.
“You’ll need to prepare me,” Esca said, his hands at Marcus’ hips, pulling him closer and rotating his hips, as if Marcus needed any encouragement at that point.
“Yeah,” Marcus said, wondering if perhaps they should have a shower.
“I showered before leaving the arena,” Esca said, reading his mind.
“How did you?” Marcus said, but Esca just laughed at him.
“You are like an open book sometimes, Marcus,” he said, leaning up to kiss Marcus again. “Now open me up, enough foreplay. I’ve been waiting for this since I met you.”
“You have?” Marcus asked, stunned, and Esca laughed again.
“Yes, you great prat. Straight boys don’t look at other boys like that, and all I could think about was your big hands, and those broad shoulders. Hell yes, I’ve wanted this for ages.”
“Oh,” Marcus said with a smirk. “I’d better get on it then, eh?”
“Please do,” Esca said, grabbing the lube and flipping open the cap. “Two fingers,” he commanded, and Marcus obeyed without hesitation for Esca to squeeze some lube onto them.
“Should I start with one?” Marcus asked, remembering how Esca had prepared him, how slow and gentle he was to start.
“Nah, I can take it,” Esca said, hitching his hips up and grabbing his legs, exposing himself to Marcus’ hungry gaze. “It’s been awhile since I’ve done this with another person, but I’ve got toys.”
Marcus stopped, staring as Esca with wide eyes, lube dripping off his fingers onto Esca’s belly.
“You? What?”
“I’ve got toys. Well hidden from my Nan, of course. A vibrator, a couple dildos, a butt plug. Nothing fancy,” he shrugged.
“Nothing fancy?” Marcus parroted. “What would be fancy? Where did you get them?”
“We’ll talk about fancy later,” Esca said with a wink, shifting his hips restlessly. “And my first boyfriend’s older sister offered to get whatever I wanted once she found out we were having sex...I guess she thought everyone should have access, you know?”
“No, I,” Marcus stammered. “I’ve never thought about it.”
“I bet you haven’t,” Esca said, running a hand over his cheek. “It was rather inappropriate, now that I look back, but it was a hell of a sixteenth birthday present.”
“Well, I feel a little outdone, now,” Marcus said. “All I got you was this lousy t-shirt.”
Esca burst into laughter, and Marcus followed.
“This is way better,” Esca said. “You may not be my first shag, Marcus, but you’re the first in every other way. Every way that counts.”
“I’m glad,” Marcus said, though the thought of Esca with someone else made his chest ache with jealousy. “Anyway, one of us needed the experience.”
“You’ll get some experience of your own if you’d get on with it already,” Esca pointed out, shoving at one of Marcus’ shoulders with his foot.
“Right,” Marcus said, looking down at his drippy hand and the puddle of lube filling Esca’s belly button. “So I just--”
“Yes, you just,” Esca replied. “Go slow, but don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.” He seemed so certain that Marcus pushed his doubts aside and reached down, slipping his fingers into Esca’s crack and circling his pucker before sliding a finger in slowly.
It was hotter than Marcus had imagined it would be, and so tight he had no idea how he was going to fit his cock in there. Speaking of his cock, it had flagged a little during their discussion, but it was fully enthusiastic now, hard and ready. Marcus moved the finger around, experimenting, wondering where exactly Esca’s prostate was and if he could make Esca feel as amazing as he had when their roles had been reversed.
“Another,” Esca said, his cock also hard and leaking drops of pre-come to join the lube on his belly. Marcus did as he was told, pulling out and then sliding two fingers in. Despite the tightness, they went in easily, and once they were past the clinging muscle they sank into Esca’s body as if they had a will of their own.
Marcus was panting, the reality of the situation settling on to him, awing him. That this could really be happening to him. That someone as wonderful and amazing as Esca wanted to be with him, it was humbling.
“One more, Marcus,” Esca panted, squirming in earnest. “Just for a moment, and then I want your cock.”
Marcus’ heart pounded, his cock twitching at Esca’s provocative words, but he did as he was told, sliding in another finger, almost effortlessly now, and pushed it in and out several times before Esca said, “enough. Condom.”
“Right,” Marcus said, sitting back on his legs and giving his cock a few strokes to distribute the remaining lube, then he reached for the condom packet and opened it. He may or may not have used up a few practicing, learning how to put one on smoothly, but Esca didn’t need to know that, he told himself.
He got the condom on without incident and then slicked himself up with more lube before lifting his eyes to Esca’s, questioning, but Esca’s lust filled eyes told him all he needed to know.
“Do you want to roll over, or--” he trailed off when Esca shook his head.
“No, I want to see you. It’s easier that way the first time, or even the first few, but I just want you in me,” Esca said, shifting his hips, gripping his legs behind the knee. It was a ridiculous pose but also very exciting to Marcus, to know that Esca wanted him like this, trusted him.
“‘Kay,” he said, positioning himself at Esca’s hole, one hand steadying his cock and the other on Esca’s thigh. He slid the tip up and down Esca’s crack before pressing in, feeling enough resistance to leave him doubting until, without warning, his cock slipped in, first the head and then the shaft, encasing Marcus in the snuggest heat he had ever experienced.
Esca groaned, lifting his hips, and Marcus slid in deeper, breathing heavily in an attempt to control himself, to hold back until he could actually thrust.
“Esca, you,” he panted, unsure of what he wanted to say, staring in awe at where his cock was buried in Esca’s body, the deceptively small hole stretched around Marcus' cock, clinging. He took a shuddery breath, both hands on Esca’s thighs as if to anchor Marcus to reality.
“Marcus, you can move,” Esca said, shifting his hips again and causing Marcus to gasp.
“I’m not gonna--” he began but Esca shushed him.
“I know, it’s okay,” he said, reassuringly. “But you have to move or I’m going to go insane,” Esca finished with a pained laugh. Marcus thought he might go insane if he did move, but he pulled out anyway, slowly, then pushed back in, further than before, and then did it again.
It was all over far too quickly for Marcus’ satisfaction, a bare ten strokes before he was shuddering all over and coming, filling the condom with his release while Esca’s ass squeezed him, milking every drop.
“Oh my god,” Marcus panted, still bracing himself on Esca’s thighs, his cock already softening inside Esca, though he couldn’t bring himself to move just yet.
“Not bad for a first time,” Esca said with a grin, letting his legs go and wrapping them around Marcus’ back. “I don’t think I lasted half so long, my first time.”
“Wow,” was all Marcus could bring himself to say, pulling back and slipping out of Esca, the used condom hanging limply off his softening prick.
“I know, right?” Esca said, sitting up to pinch the condom above the head of Marcus’ cock, slipping it off expertly and tying it in a knot. He slipped it into the packet and dropped it on the table, then pulled Marcus down to lie on the bed beside him. “Sex is amazing, isn’t it?”
Marcus pulled him in for a kiss, reaching for Esca’s cock where it was poking his hip and stroked it, his grip snug and his thumb swirling over the top. Esca moaned into his mouth, cupping Marcus’ face with both hands as they lay side by side, kissing deeply. Marcus sped up his strokes, in time with the pounding of his heart and then, just as Esca’s cock swelled in his hand, he pulled back, eyes fixed on Esca’s face as he spent himself all over Marcus’ hand.
His mouth was slack, eyes closed and his cheeks pink with exertion. He panted heavily, licking his lips as he came down from his orgasm eyes opening and looking into Marcus’ with blown pupils. Marcus kissed him again, unable to resist Esca’s reddened lips, the kiss was wet and sloppy, but Marcus didn’t care. It was amazing.
They collapsed onto the pillow, Marcus resting his come-covered hand on Esca’s hip, but Esca didn’t seem to mind the mess, he just lay there and gazed into Marcus’ eyes, his breathing slowing, pupils dilating.
Once he’d regained his breath, Esca leaned in and gave Marcus a kiss on the nose, proclaiming, “now it’s time for a shower.”
**
After their shower, during which Marcus tried to convince his cock that it didn’t need to come again so soon, and mostly succeeded, he thought it would be the right time to give Esca his gift. But first, it was time for desert. Marcus threw on a pair of pyjama pants, just in case and fetched two bowls of berries and topped them with some whipped cream that Sassy had ready. Simple and sweet and yet would not throw off Esca’s diet plan so soon before a major event.
When they were snuggled up under the duvet, warm and naked, empty bowls stacked on the table, Marcus had to remind himself of his plan, far too tempted by Esca’s lips, stained red from the berries. He leaned out and pulled the package out from under the bed where he’d hidden it.
Esca’s eyes were wide when Marcus presented it to him, and he hesitated before taking it.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, Marcus,” he said, but Marcus just shook his head.
“Of course I did,” he said. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t get you a present for your birthday? Open it, then.”
“Okay,” Esca said, giving Marcus a big smile. He tore at the paper, wadding it up into a ball and tossing it aside, staring at the box in his hand with a surprised look.
“You got me an iPhone?” he looked up at Marcus, an excited gleam in his eye.
“I remember you saying you’d love to have one, and your phone does look a little beat up,” Marcus said, pleased with Esca’s reaction so far.
“I’ve had that phone for years, it’s about to die,” Esca said, smiling widely and tugging at the box top. “This has been opened,” he continued, looking confused.
“I know,” Marcus said. “I had to open it to give you the second part of your gift.”
Esca narrowed his eyes, but opened the box, pulling the phone out and wrangling it out of it’s packaging. “Sweet,” he said to himself as he turned it on, beaming until he saw the display picture that Marcus had chosen.
“Marcus,” he breathed, looking up with tears in his eyes. “How did you get this here?”
“Your Nan helped me scan all your pictures, so I could load them onto the phone,” Marcus said. “There’s also a folder on your computer, just in case something happens.”
“You-I don’t understand,” Esca said, shaking his head, staring down at the picture Marcus had chosen, one he had noticed Esca tracing more than any other when they’d looked through the albums. It was a picture of Esca with his brothers, the sun shining behind them as they clasped each other, arms around their shoulders, cheeks red and hair windblown, but their faces were spread with bright, laughing smiles.
“I wanted you to have them with you, no matter where you went,” Marcus said softly, leaning in to have another look. “Here,” Marcus said, leaning over and tapping the phone to bring up the photo gallery, showing Esca how to flip through the pictures, his family smiling up at him from every frame.
“Marcus,” Esca whispered, his voice tight with emotion. “This is the most wonderful thing any one’s ever done for me.” He flipped through a few more pictures before looking up at Marcus, eyes filled with tears. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Marcus said, cupping Esca’s face in his hands and giving him a soft kiss, pressing their foreheads together. Esca laughed or cried, Marcus couldn’t tell which, but he could see the warring emotions on Esca’s face as he wiped the tears from his cheeks.
Without warning, Esca tossed all the packaging onto the floor and put the phone on the table beside the bed, before pushing Marcus onto his back and climbing on top of him. He pinned Marcus’ hands to the bed and looked down at him, eyes red and lips set, intent.
“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” Esca said.
“I rather think you are,” Marcus said softly, not breaking the gaze, hoping Esca could see in his eyes how much Marcus loved him.
“We’ll just have to agree to disagree on this one,” Esca said, leaning down and taking Marcus’ mouth in a kiss, hard and desperate, his hips moving against Marcus’, bringing both their cocks to life. Marcus wanted to touch him, but Esca held him down, not letting him up even when he attached his lips to Marcus’ neck, stopping to suck the blood to the surface before moving down and doing the same to his collarbone.
He moved down further, but just when Marcus thought that his arms would be free, Esca pulled them down to his sides, pinning them there as he continued to snog his way down Marcus’ chest.
“Esca, please,” Marcus begged, trying to pull his hands out of Esca’s grip, but they were held firm. “I want to touch you,” he said.
“Soon,” Esca said, looking up at Marcus from under his eyelashes, tonguing Marcus’ belly button, his chin nudging Marcus’ rock hard cock. He shuddered, the sheer intensity in Esca’s eyes making his cock throb with want.
And then Esca lifted his head, sucking Marcus’ cock into his mouth and bobbing his head, until Marcus was sure he was gonna come. And that was when Esca pulled back, sitting up again, straddling Marcus’ legs, a shit eating grin on his face if there ever was one.
“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice at odds with the look on his face. Marcus didn’t answer, so Esca squeezed his wrists, eyes narrowing. “Promise,” he said, so Marcus did.
“Promise,” he croaked out, his mind spinning as he wondered what Esca planned to do with him. Esca nodded, letting go and shuffling up Marcus’ body, his cock leaking droplets as he went, splattering Marcus’ chest. Then he stopped, so close that Marcus’ mouth watered at the thought of leaning forward and taking the tip in, or reaching out his tongue and licking off a drop of pre-come.
Esca reached over and took another condom and the lube out of the drawer, while Marcus’ hands itched with the desire to grab his ass and pull him forward, sucking Esca’s cock down until he came.
But he didn’t. A promise made under duress is still a promise, so he sat still, his cock full and ready for whatever Esca had in mind. Esca shuffled back down, reaching behind him to lay Marcus’ cock flat so he could shimmy over it, the drag of his ass and balls over Marcus’ cock was agonizing. Finally he stopped, sitting on Marcus’ thighs with the grin still on his face, his eyes sparkling with lust and mischief.
He tore into the condom packet and, just when Marcus was expecting him to roll it down his cock, he pulled Marcus’ cock upright and put it on him instead.
“Esca,” Marcus breathed, pupils blown and mouth slack. But Esca didn’t answer, only looked at Marcus with that intense look that left Marcus feeling shaky, and slid the condom down all the way. Then he squeezed some lube onto Marcus cock, stroking several times to spread it around. He shimmied forward again, back up onto Marcus’ belly before lifting up and directing Marcus’ cock inside his body.
“Esca, please,” Marcus begged. “Please can I touch you, ahhh--” Esca pushed back, impaling himself, driving Marcus’ cock deeper inside, sitting all the way down until his balls were resting on Marcus’ belly. Marcus was breathing heavily through his mouth, his fists clenching the sheet as Esca shifted, making little adjustments, positioning himself just right.
Marcus was certain this was going to end before it began, Esca was so tight, as hot as he had been earlier, but from this angle Marcus was inside him deeper, and he could feel every twitch of Esca’s muscles until, at last, he sat still, staring down at Marcus with glazed eyes.
“Now,” he said in a low, harsh voice. “Now you can touch me.” Marcus hesitated for a moment, unsure if he’d heard that right, but then his hands moved seemingly without input from his brain, reaching up and grasping Esca’s hips, a pained groan escaping his mouth. He lifted Esca up, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on his cock, but it backfired when Esca lifted himself up at the same time and then sank back down.
And then he did it again, and the next thing Marcus knew, they were going at it hot and heavy, Esca riding him like some kind of pro and Marcus meeting him every time, thrusting up into him desperately, hands still gripping Esca’s slim hips, tightly enough to bruise.
It lasted longer this time, for which Marcus was exceptionally grateful, because it might have been the best thing he’d ever experienced. Esca’s ass clenched him, tight and hot and oh, so exciting, his balls smacking Marcus’ belly, cock bobbing with every bounce, leaking all over the place, not that Marcus cared, if anything it turned him on even more. He would have come long before if they hadn’t done it not an hour ago.
As it was, he was quickly approaching his climax, sweat was popping up all over his forehead and his muscles were beginning to feel the strain. He looked down and he could see, on every upstroke, his cock pressing into Esca’s body, the sight of it pushing his arousal even higher. When Esca reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it in time with their thrusts, he knew that was it. He was done for.
“Ahh,” he groaned, pulling Esca down even harder as his orgasm overtook him, pure ecstasy rippling through him and then shooting out, into Esca. Esca, who wasn’t far behind, bracing his free hand on Marcus’ chest and still bouncing on his cock, the room full of the sounds of skin on skin, Esca’s ass against Marcus’ thighs, his hand on his cock, it was like a soundtrack from a porno but somehow, in that situation, it wasn’t trite or fake or overdone, it was real and intimate like nothing Marcus had ever thought to experience.
Then Esca came, sticky streams of come striping Marcus’ belly and chest, making him gasp as Esca’s inner muscles squeezed his already sated cock. Esca groaned, long and low, as he slowed, squeezing a few final drops from his cock, before stopping, still seated on Marcus’ cock, hand braced on his chest. He collapsed onto Marcus then, smearing all the come between them, Marcus’ cock wetly slapping his thigh when it slipped out of Esca’s ass, but, despite having just had a shower, Marcus didn’t care.
It was oddly hot, knowing that Esca had marked him in that way, and suddenly, his mind brought forth pictures of Esca marking him in a similar manner, pulling up a memory of a porno he’d seen at Dale’s, the poor guy was obsessed with showing them off, but Marcus’ mind quickly erased the actors and replaced them. The image was made clearer by the memory of the first blowjob he’d given Esca, but he filed it away for another time. For now, he had Esca in his arms in the afterglow, and it was fabulous.
Part 5.2