Fic: Widdershins, (The Eagle AU), part 11
Title: Widdershins, part 11
Pairing: Esca Mac Cunoval/Marcus Aquila
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5.5k, almost all of them rude
Warnings: This is set in the 50s, so the language is un-PC
Summary: The Eagle AU - Esca's a house master and history teacher at a 1950s boys school on the English/Scottish border, where welcoming the new Latin teacher proves to be a challenge
A/N: For awarrington. Another thank you to everyone for all the fabvlovs feedback ♥
The cold wasn't too bad tonight. It could be that they were slowly drawing closer to Spring, or instead simply being further inland and away from the coastal winds that constantly tested the strength of Cranholme's foundations. But, for the first time in months, Esca didn't freeze solid as he leaned further out the window to expel his smoke into the night, smiling to himself as he imagined it was Marcus's touch all over him like a patina, insulating him from the winter. It felt like the cold could never get to him again, a warm hand stroking up his back.
“I like to see you smile.”
“I've got a reason to.”
Esca leaned back into the arms coming around him from behind, Marcus's cock soft against his arse, a gentle mouth teasing the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Si?”
“Very much si.”
“Hey, that was Italian.”
“Well spotted. No flies on you.”
A nip of teeth at his earlobe. “Va bene, Esca. Molto bene.”
Perhaps he should ban anyone else from calling him by name again so he'd always remember that long sibilant 'ess' and how it never failed to send a delicious shiver right through him.
“Thank you.” The arms around him drew him into Marcus's body tighter as he took another drag down to the stub before flicking the rest out the window.
“No, Italiano. 'Grazie', si? Puoi ripeterlo, per favore. 'Grazie'.”
“I suppose I should count my blessings you're not trying to teach me Latin.”
Esca pulled the window closed and turned fully towards Marcus, stroking along his square jaw, up over his cheekbones, boosting himself up on his toes aiming for a kiss. Marcus wrinkled his nose and ducked away, moving to kiss over Esca's neck.
“The smoke?”
“The taste is too strong right away.”
“Does it honestly bother you that much?”
“Not so much. I liked it better when your mouth tasted of me.”
His cock was making heroic efforts to harden as Marcus continued to nuzzle and kiss around his throat, big hands gliding down his torso to palm his bum and hold him tighter against Marcus. They'd spent the remainder of the afternoon and the early evening lying face to face, talking about nothing in particular, touching, kissing, tasting and exploring as slowly as they could, Esca watching Marcus's face up close as it lost its composure and surrendered to a total loss of control. Unshed tears had spiked his long eyelashes as he'd whispered Esca's name and come all over Esca's hand, but everything they'd done had only dulled the blade of razor-sharp need that sliced through Esca every time he'd look at Marcus, all that cool composure and strength, every time he remembered that he'd held it all in the fingers of one hand and watched it fall away.
“No.” He drew back as Marcus lay down and tried to pull Esca with him. “Turn over, lie on your front.”
Something flared deep in Marcus's eyes, colour grazing his cheekbones as he frowned up at where Esca had moved to kneeling at the foot of the bed. “And why would I do that? What wicked plans do you have in mind?”
“I thought perhaps your bum wouldn't be so fussy about the smoke thing.”
“Such words of seduction.”
Esca's breath caught in his throat as Marcus lazily grinned and rolled over, the taut curves of his buttocks so plush and inviting that Esca felt momentarily paralyzed to do anything other than drink in the sight. Marcus nuzzled into the pillow, relaxing fully on his stomach, tendon and lean muscle shifting across his shoulders and back as he spread his legs, Esca swallowing a groan.
“So long as they're working.”
“They are. Mmm, very much so.”
He'd started to touch first, the deep muscle in Marcus's buttocks twitching as he'd tickled over each rounded cheek, leaning forward to kiss down along the bumps of Marcus's spine into the tight hollow of his back. Marcus's skin was as velvety here as everywhere else, smooth and flawless, Esca trailing his tongue along a faint tan line where Marcus had gone shirtless during what Esca imagined must've been a white-hot summer. Lucky Italian bastards, what a sight that would've been, the line dipping low on Marcus's hips, Esca's imagination supplying him with a vivid recreation as he rubbed his nose across one cheek to gently bite. His fingers played in the pale golden fuzz that followed the inward curves of Marcus's bum crack, Marcus sighing into the pillow and spreading his legs wider in silent invitation.
Esca tried to calm himself as he cupped each cheek to part them, watching Marcus's tight hole clench in on itself as Esca pulled his cheeks wider apart to rub a thumb over it. It made Marcus jolt, something expressive and Italian grunted into the bed as Esca settled onto his stomach between Marcus's legs and leaned forward to taste. His first long lick produced a shuddery moan and a tightening of the cheeks filling his hands, a curse ferociously spat out as he did it again. Esca grinned into Marcus's arse and laid the flat of his tongue across the twitching knot of skin to lap heavily directly across it.
“Ooh. Si, Esca, baciami, leccami . . .” A deep growl as Marcus hiked his hips back. “Mordimi.”
For God's sake. When had he turned into such a soppy bugger? This was something he'd always enjoyed before, such a private intimacy, so entirely against everything he'd been taught was good and right, but much as Esca's prick hardened to aching point as he swirled his tongue and pressed his face in to nip, fresh emotion overwhelmed him as he felt Marcus tremble with every new touch. Every low whimper of need, each whispered, husky plea, made it more and more clear that this wasn't simply some hasty tongue fuck as he started to push his way inside to taste deeper. He was loving on Marcus with his mouth, Esca knew it, his face burning and head spinning as he gripped Marcus's arse harder and shoved his way into Marcus's spasming hole.
“Esca! Sei incredibile, sei il migliore . . . ahh, yes, more.”
Marcus was opening up for him now, humping his hips back against Esca's face and grunting encouragement into his hands as Esca twisted a spit-wet finger inside up to his knuckle to twist and stroke. The crimped ring of muscle snapped shut around him, his prick drooling onto the bed as he imagined it squeezing hard on his cock, Marcus slowly fucking himself deeper onto Esca's hand and mindlessly begging.
“More? You're certain?”
“Per favore, si. Now. Uhh, slowly.”
He pushed another finger into the impossible tightness, leaning forward again to spit over his fingers then swirling his tongue around where he was softly fucking into Marcus, pressing his face in deeper to gnaw at the stretching muscle. Marcus laughed, a choking, broken chuckle as he pushed back harder, urging Esca on with his movements.
“Have you got anything?” Esca's voice was raw in pure need, arousal shooting up through his gut as a twist of his knuckles made Marcus jerk against the bed. “I didn't want to presume, so I hope and pray that you did.”
“My bag, the inside pocket.”
“Where is it?”
“Beside the dresser.” Marcus hissed as Esca withdrew his fingers, turning to look over his shoulder at Esca with lust-laden eyes, his bottom lip pink and swollen where he'd been biting at it. “Andiamo!”
Esca's hands were shaking as he threw notebooks and balled socks over his shoulder in his hurry to find whatever Marcus had hidden away, his scrambling fingers finally locating a new tube of Vaseline, its seal intact. He tore at it with his teeth as he rushed back to the bed, spitting the waxed paper off over his arm and tossing the cap to the floor as he watched Marcus flipping onto his back and shoving a pillow into place beneath his hips, that fat length of perfect cock flushed a pretty pink where it lay flexing against Marcus's flat belly.
“Not on your front?”
“Too hard on my leg. This is good?”
“Hohh, yes, fine by me.”
Marcus spread his legs wide, his hole a rosy invitation in the low light of the room's one dim lightbulb as he licked the palm of his hand and started to stroke himself. Esca could've happily gone blind at right that moment. It would've been one hell of a last image and he closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to memorise it so it'd last him a lifetime, before the need to look again forced them open. He squeezed a couple of inches of the grease into his hand, working up a mouthful of drool and spitting into his palm before working with his fingers to loosen the mixture up, slicking it over his aching cock a few times before reaching out to smear it over Marcus's pucker. Marcus took two fingers again without effort, staring intensely at Esca as he hiked his knees higher and stroked harder, his voice stern and gravelled with want as he ordered Esca to add another. He grabbed Esca to him and hunched up to grunt into Esca's mouth as he took it, sucking hard at Esca's tongue then dropping his head back to moan loud and long as Esca pushed his fingers deeper inside.
“We can't be too loud. Don't want MacKeggie up here thinking he can join in.”
“I know, but don't make me wait any longer.” Fingers glided up Esca's throat, cupping his chin and directing him to look up from where he was watching the work of his fingers to look into Marcus's eyes. “I've imagined it a thousand times over, alone in my bed. Ti desidero, Esca, ti adoro. I want you.”
He'd be lucky if he lasted till he made it fully inside, Esca's groin already tightening as he started to thrust over the mess he'd smeared around Marcus's hole, every muscle in his body standing out with the effort it took not to immediately thrust in balls-deep. He looked down at Marcus, the movement of that strong throat, Marcus closing his eyes and stretching his head back on a long groan as Esca shifted his hips and started to press in. Marcus bit his lip, grunting as he pushed out against Esca's tip, opening up then gripping tight around Esca soon as he'd gotten an inch inside. The heat was incredible, so tight, hot, wet, tight as he shoved in deeper still, fingers digging into Marcus's hips as he fought for control. But blunt fingernails raked over his chest, leaving trails of sparking sensation at the sides of his torso as broad hands reached around him to grip his hips and force him further in, Marcus shifting and grunting beneath him as he finally yielded.
“One minute.” Esca didn't dare move a muscle.
“No need, I can take it.”
“Maybe you can, but I'm in trouble here. Christ, you're tight.”
A devilish squeeze around him, Marcus rocking up and grinding his hips against Esca's. “It's been a long time.”
“You'll need to keep still if you want this to last more than a few seconds.”
His eyes hurt where they were screwed so tightly closed, a sweat breaking out across his forehead and his heart beating unevenly against his breastbone as Esca swallowed on a dry throat, desperately trying to think of anything else but the damp muscle gripping him root to tip. He let out a slow, wavering breath, drew in another and started to move, opening his eyes to watch Marcus moaning into his wrist.
“Si, yes, solo tu, solo tuo.”
Esca trembled as he tried to keep it slow, an inch-deep fuck at first, Marcus's tight ballsack juddering with each thrust as he stroked himself to full hardness again, his breath growing as hoarse as Esca's. But the fire was raging through Esca now, his hands pulling Marcus's legs up over his shoulders to seat himself deeper, fingers digging into meaty muscle as his pace quickened, his thrusts harder until the room was filled with the sound of harsh grunts and skin slapping against skin. He turned his head to bury his teeth in Marcus's ankle, wanting to mark, a ferocious need blazing deep inside his gut as Marcus's tight channel opened up for him, gripping him and trying to pull him back inside every time he withdrew before slamming in harder and deeper. His lungs burned, his skin on fire, his heartbeat racing and pounding in his ears as Esca opened his eyes to look down at Marcus.
The sight nearly made him lose it then and there, Marcus so totally lost in the fuck, plump lips hanging open and silently mouthing meaningless words, his head twisting back and forth against the sheet as he reached above his head to push against the bedboard and harder against Esca's thrusts. His prick was unattended, Marcus biting down on the ball of his hand as his cock slapped against his stomach, splattering it with clear fluid that became smeared across his skin, muscles bunching and stretching beneath the flush growing across his broad chest. Nothing could be more beautiful or closer to perfection, so incomparable. Esca's balls started to draw up as he felt it coming on, everything inside him starting to climb.
“Come now, while I'm in you. I want to watch.”
“Si, scopami piu forte, ahh, so close . . .”
He reached down to grip Marcus's prick tightly, milking it with his fingers as Marcus grabbed at the sheets, a whine of approaching urgency escaping the hand pressed against his lips. Esca could feel Marcus tightening around him, each thrust taking more effort as internal muscles started to ripple around him, a hoarse cry accompanying Marcus's first hot spurt. Esca let fly with his hips, punching his way through the contracting ring of muscle as he pumped harder at the pulsing prick in his hand, which continued to cover Marcus's broad, bronzed chest with cum all the way up to his throat.
This was it. He was going to die, it couldn't be otherwise. Esca's heart hurt as his body climbed higher still, every hair along his arms standing out, his throat agony as he spun upwards. Everything inside him compressed into a diamond-sharp point of heat as his need took him over, leaving his mind floating up somewhere near the ceiling, only dimly aware of hands reaching to grip his hips, of legs tighter around him as he started to gasp and quake. The known world vanished. All that existed was this, his hard prick, the welcoming, humid chute he was buried in, the loud smack of flesh against flesh and the horrifying death rattle he let out as his climax slammed into his stomach and forced him to start emptying his balls deep inside Marcus's gut. It ploughed through him and he was roaring with it, a loud buzzing ringing loud in his ears.
He must've died. It was the only reasonable explanation. Esca couldn't breathe, nor speak, the ringing in his ears blurring the twin sounds of his pounding heart and murmured words that he might've been able to understand. Maybe. It was a bliss so pointed it ached, his muscles replaced with warm jelly as he pulled out of Marcus with a whimper and collapsed onto the sodden chest beneath him.
“Tesoro mio.” Fingertips traced the line of his ear. “Vieni qui e baciami. Esca?”
“Muh.”
“Kiss me.”
“Unh.”
He was jostled about as Marcus started to chuckle, raking his fingers through Esca's sweat-spiked hair. “Do you need a moment?”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Then rest.”
“Mm.”
He was drifting, floating in a pool of warm honey beneath a hot summer sun. Seconds passed, minutes maybe, he had no idea, but it was all so very good he didn't care. At least, not until the pool of warm honey started to shift about underneath him.
“Mi dispiace, caro mio, but I need to . . . you're going to have to move.”
“No. Not going to happen.”
“It'll have to. The matter is becoming urgent.”
“No, it isn't. Aww, not fair,” as he was unceremoniously rolled onto the bed, opening one tired eye to watch a very naked Marcus jumping up out of bed to grab his overcoat and stick.
“I won't be long.”
“I'll be asleep in a minute.”
Esca flopped back over onto his stomach in the warm Marcus-sized spot in the centre of the bed to sprawl, his whole body tingling head to toe.
“Then I'll join you in your dreams.”
It was sweetly said, romantic, but Esca mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow and barely noticed the door closing behind Marcus as he began to float away. He didn't know how much later it was when he next surfaced, the room dark and his ear cold, but a strong arm was thrown over him, his face pushed into a warm, muscular neck, his hand laying over the scarred thigh thrown across him and a velvet-soft cock nestled against his own. He kissed and nuzzled into Marcus's throat, the arm across him pulling him harder into their embrace and a drowsy, meaningless mutter into his forehead dragging him down once more into a sleep he'd be happy to never wake from.
-
“Marcus? Hmm. What time is it?”
Marcus was sitting up beside him in the grey light of the early morning, frowning at the door and holding a finger to his lips to hush Esca. Esca waited for a second, but heard nothing, sorely tempted to pull the covers back over his head and try to sleep for another hour or two.
“There.” It was a whisper, Marcus's eyes never leaving the door. “Perhaps you should hide.”
“What? No way. I'm comfy.”
Soon as he said, Esca heard a knocking sound, a distant one followed by the unmistakable wavering croak of MacKeggie.
“Mr. MacCunoval? The morn's on us, wouldnae want you to miss oot your kippers.” Another, louder knock. “Mr. MacCunoval? You goin' tae wake? Hot watter's near aff.”
“You think we're his next stop?” Esca's pulse picked up a beat, slow footsteps scuffing along the hallway towards their door shadowed by a hushed mutter about 'tupical sutherners'.
“Possibly.”
“He's not going to let himself in.” He started to feel slightly sick, his stomach beginning to churn as the footsteps grew closer. “Wardrobe?”
“I'm sorry. Quietly.”
“Alright, but I'm taking the blanket.”
Esca took the time needed to kiss and nip at Marcus's shoulder, getting himself grinned at and pushed away as he rose from the bed and pulled the blanket up with him. A flutter of anxiety settled any desire he had to laugh at how ludicrous it was, tiptoeing over to tuck himself, bare arse, blanket and all, into the tiny wardrobe next to Marcus's suit. Then came the knock at the door, and Esca found himself holding his breath as he clutched the blanket against his front.
“Mr. Akk-illa? Day's a'waitin', oots stewed and tea in pot. Hot watter's near aff, and yon wee one's nae wakin'.” Another knock as Esca squinted through the crack between the door for every flash of skin as Marcus pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around himself, limping over to the door.
“Good morning, Mr. MacKeggie.” Esca bit down on a helpless sneeze of laughter. Only Marcus could sound so upright and respectable clad only in a sheet, every word carefully enunciated in a close replica of an English accent. “How may I help you?”
“As ah seid, mornin's heif ower and Mr. MacCunoval's oot like a broked limp. If yer wantin' brekkie, it's oot below.”
“I believe my colleague's a deep sleeper. Don't trouble yourself, I'll see to the matter.”
“So lang yer sure.”
“Uh,” Marcus paused as if guessing what he should answer. “Yes? Thank you.”
“S'naething muckle. Cheerio, now.”
“Goodbye.”
Waiting till MacKeggie had shuffled off down the hall, Esca poked his head out of the wardrobe, peering around it to see Marcus leaning against the room's door, looking relieved and somewhat confused. “You think it's safe?”
“I assume so. I'm not entirely sure what I've just agreed to.”
“You did a grand job.” Esca stepped down out of the wardrobe, feeling more than a little ridiculous as he took the blanket with him, wrapped around him from armpits to toes. “Very calm and collected.”
Marcus made a strange mewling noise, hanging his head as his shoulders started to shake with hysterical giggles. “I didn't understand a word of it.”
“I think you promised to wake me up.”
“I did?”
Screw it. The twinkle deep in Marcus's eyes along with the full blast of his dimples made Esca brave as he dropped the blanket along his way to stand inches from Marcus, sliding his hands between the folds of the sheet.
“What did you have in mind?” He found Marcus's cock, already half-hard, sliding his thumb along it as he fingered Marcus's warm scrotum and closed his hand for a gentle squeeze. “No time for a replay of last thing last night.”
Marcus leaned forward and rested the side of his head against Esca's, no kiss, no single other touch, but it was oddly moving and Esca closed his eyes to breathe Marcus in.
“Not if I wish to walk further than ten paces today.”
“You've got your cane, haven't you?”
The smallest shift against his temple as they leaned into one another, Marcus starting to run his hands up and down Esca's back as he grew harder, Esca's cock rising to meet his. “Which won't help much when I'm unable to sit.”
“Flatterer.”
He pulled Marcus by his neck down into a kiss, slow and lazy. It was outrageous how Marcus's mouth remained so intoxicating this early in the morning, Esca aware his own taste was somewhat sour after an evening without food or drink save a few fortifying nips from Marcus's flask, but it didn't seem to make Marcus any less enthusiastic as he explored Esca's tongue thoroughly with his own. They started to rock against each other, Marcus shedding the sheet to palm Esca's arse and hold him close against his long, lean nakedness.
“There's a bed over there. Right there. Not three feet away.”
Marcus tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it softly as he twisted his hand around the slick tip of Esca's prick. “Your powers of observation never cease to amaze me.”
“Get your bum in that bed. Now, mister.”
“You'll have to let me go.”
“Ah, see, you've spotted the flaw in my plan.”
Marcus was nibbling down his throat, a thumb teasing his nipple to a point. Esca gritted his teeth and set his mind to it, managing to move away a moment later, Marcus's lips kiss-smeared as they made a discontented moue. “I was enjoying myself.”
“I'll make it worth your while? I think. I hope.” Esca flopped down onto the bed, propping himself up on an elbow and shifting into a masculine pose, leg hiked to let his tackle jut out from his belly, his bicep clenched. “See? You can't possibly resist all this.”
A true, open smile that made his toes curl. “It's true, I can't.”
Two steps and Marcus was on him, crawling over his body like a great jungle cat as he lay between Esca's legs to thrust up against him hard. Then his smile turned into a grin, once more the naughty boy as he winked at Esca and moved once more, pulling Esca over by his hip to lie on his side as Marcus's feet settled up by his head, Marcus already beginning to tongue over his balls.
“Will this suit?”
It was spoken against the root of his cock, which jumped in response as Esca moaned an affirmation into Marcus's hip. His jaw still ached from the night before, but it was like stretching your legs after yesterday's long ramble, Esca opening his mouth wide to slide his lips down around Marcus's cock as damp heat surrounded his. He knew they were running out of time, the clock counting down to kicking-out hour, but this was going to take longer, the inflammation of yesterday's lust burned down to a smoldering warmth that was no less pleasurable.
Besides, it gave him the opportunity to practise his technique, Marcus as accomplished as ever as Esca struggled to take more, gagging on a deep shove down before needing to pull off. But he hadn't earned his reputation as a stubborn bastard for nothing. Esca set his jaw in determination as he relaxed his throat and sucked deeper, Marcus licking down over his balls and pushing Esca's legs apart to begin nuzzling his way between Esca's bum cheeks. The first squirmy, sodden lap over his hole helped distract him long enough to allow Marcus's prick to knock at the back of his throat. He breathed hard through his nose, the tempting scent of Marcus's balls encouraging him to accept the intrusion and push down harder until his nose was buried in the crinkled skin there, fine hairs tickling his face.
Stupid thing to be proud of, but he was, anyway. He risked a hesitant swallow, feeling more confident by the second as Marcus groaned and pushed in to suck, the insistent muscle of his tongue beginning to work its way inside. It was so different to the reluctant caresses Esca'd received there before, Marcus mouthing at him hungrily and soaking him in spit as his cock drooled down the back of Esca's tongue, that it alone had him begging for more with desperate little grunts around the rigid pole threatening to choke him. Fingers searched him out and started a steady stroke, and he matched its rhythm with his head, drawing hard with his mouth as he pulled off and tightening his lips until they stung as he pushed back down.
Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right, the growls and gasps into his arse growing in volume and tempo as Marcus's fingers worked him harder. Esca felt his legs starting to shake, the prick fucking his throat swelling in size until he was forced to pull back and suckle at its tip. He fisted Marcus's length, working it towards his mouth faster than the hand on his own, the battle started now as they raced each other to the finish.
He wasn't going to come first, dammit, Marcus jolting against him every time he swirled his tongue over the source of that tantalising taste, but then a long finger thrust itself into his pucker to crook and rub, sending a pure bolt of electricity deep into his balls as Esca spluttered in surprise around Marcus's prick and started to shoot. He unthinkingly pulled back as his body began to convulse, head thrown back, his fingers squeezing at Marcus so hard that Marcus sobbed into his arse cheek and spurted all over Esca's face.
“What the - watch where you're pointing that thing!”
Marcus had fallen back, his mouth open and gasping as he took one look at Esca's dripping chin and started to chortle. “Ohhoho, scusi. Mea culpa.”
“Don't you Latin me. I'm a mess.”
“Such fuss.” Marcus wriggled up to tuck himself alongside Esca, tilting Esca's chin up and smearing his cum up over Esca's bottom lip with his thumb. “Allow me.”
In some way it felt more intimate than when he'd been buried inside Marcus to the hilt, soft lips sucking every drop from his cheeks and nose as he took Marcus's thumb inside his mouth to clean it off. Everything in him throbbed and prickled as he opened his eyes to look into Marcus's, which became heavy-lidded and dark as they watched him lap his own taste from Marcus's knuckles one by one.
“I suppose that's breakfast taken care of.”
They'd wiped themselves clean and dry with his shorts, Esca leaning his head back against Marcus's chest to smoke, Marcus's fingertips spiralling slowly across his stomach. He was rising and falling gently with Marcus's every breath, their legs tangled in each other's, the flat of Marcus's foot rubbing over Esca's ankle.
“Perhaps for you. I'm Italian.”
“Meaning?”
“An empty belly is an insult to every one of my countrymen.”
“We could still have a bite of MacKeggie's kippers if we get up once I've finished my fag.”
“I have a better idea.” The fingertips on his stomach became a hand laid flat, Marcus nuzzling into Esca's ear and laying a kiss behind it. “Stay another night. We can move to a hotel with a bed that my feet don't hang off, and make use of their tea room.”
“It's a lovely thought. But I can't, you know that.”
“Where's the harm? Nobody suspects us.”
It was near impossible to refuse with that gentle mouth sending his nerves sparking all down his neck. “Besides the fact I've got to get back to North House, it's too risky.”
The huff of annoyance into his ear was joined by Marcus pulling his arm out from under Esca's neck, almost upsetting the ashtray centred on Esca's chest, Marcus's back so beautifully fashioned that Esca couldn't resist reaching out to run his hand over the satin warmth of its skin. His hand was shaken off, Marcus reaching for his trousers and tugging them on without bothering with underwear. “It's always about the risk.”
“Forgive me if I'd rather not end up in gaol or watch you being deported. Potentially both.”
“I think that's unlikely. We've given no reason for suspicion.”
“Not yet, but if we start disappearing off at the same time together for the same duration, people are going to put two and two together. Marcus, come on, you know this.”
“Perhaps it's a risk I'm willing to take.”
Marcus stood, his back to Esca as he buckled his belt and limped over to the wardrobe to draw out a fresh shirt.
“I would if I could. Cranholme's all I've got.” Esca sat up to stub out his smoke, raking his fingers through his hair as his mind raced to find a way to make things right. “Even if we weren't prosecuted, I'd lose everything if we were found out.”
“There's other schools.” Marcus had buttoned his shirt up incorrectly, and he frowned down at his uneven shirttails before snarling at them in annoyance and starting to unbutton it again. “Other jobs, Esca.”
“Not for me.”
He climbed out of the bed, barely noticing his state of undress in comparison to Marcus, taking Marcus's hips in his hands and turning the unresponsive figure to face him. He leaned up to kiss Marcus's chin, wrapping his arms around the tight waist in front of him.
“See, this is our problem. So little time together that we've not yet talked. I meant to find a way last night, but I was otherwise occupied.”
“Then talk to me! Porca vacca, I'm right here, waiting to learn.”
“We haven't the time now.”
“Time? We'll be old as MacKeggie before you find the time.”
“Listen to me. No,” as Marcus moved to break their embrace, Esca grabbing him and holding him firm. “I'll find the time. You have to realise I'd stay if I could. I'd be crazy not to.”
He brushed his lips against the sullen mouth, stroking up Marcus's arms to cup that handsome face with each hand. It took him a minute, but slowly Marcus started to respond, submitting to one long kiss before pulling away to rest his forehead against Esca's with a regretful sigh.
“So you won't stay.”
“Can't.”
“Can't, won't, it's all the same.”
“No, it isn't. Not at all. You're a language teacher and I'm dismayed you'd say such a thing.” Marcus let loose an unwilling laugh into his hair. “That's more like it. Don't spoil it. Not when it's been so perfect.”
“It has. I suppose you can tell me about whatever prevents us continuing it while we drive back.”
“You're not driving me all the way to Tamside then back out here again. It's not snowed in days and the trains'll be running.”
He was enveloped in strong arms, the buttons of Marcus's shirt pressing into his chest and a belt buckle into his belly as he was hugged tight. “What will I have to do to persuade you?”
“To let you drive me to Tamside?”
His words were muffled into Marcus's chest as he closed his eyes and let himself go with it. A steady whisper above gusted against his head in answer. “No, imbecile. That I prize every moment I steal from you.”
“It's the same for me.” Muffled again, this time by a kiss beneath Marcus's chin, the morning's stubble rough against his lips.
“Then if I wish to drive you, I'll drive you, and that's final.”
“Let me get my trousers on and I'll think about it.”
A sly hand snaked down his back for a grope of his arse. “Or you could accept my word, and remain naked a moment longer.”
Much as Esca seldom had the chance to get his own way, he had to admit the idea had its merit.
Pairing: Esca Mac Cunoval/Marcus Aquila
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5.5k, almost all of them rude
Warnings: This is set in the 50s, so the language is un-PC
Summary: The Eagle AU - Esca's a house master and history teacher at a 1950s boys school on the English/Scottish border, where welcoming the new Latin teacher proves to be a challenge
A/N: For awarrington. Another thank you to everyone for all the fabvlovs feedback ♥
The cold wasn't too bad tonight. It could be that they were slowly drawing closer to Spring, or instead simply being further inland and away from the coastal winds that constantly tested the strength of Cranholme's foundations. But, for the first time in months, Esca didn't freeze solid as he leaned further out the window to expel his smoke into the night, smiling to himself as he imagined it was Marcus's touch all over him like a patina, insulating him from the winter. It felt like the cold could never get to him again, a warm hand stroking up his back.
“I like to see you smile.”
“I've got a reason to.”
Esca leaned back into the arms coming around him from behind, Marcus's cock soft against his arse, a gentle mouth teasing the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Si?”
“Very much si.”
“Hey, that was Italian.”
“Well spotted. No flies on you.”
A nip of teeth at his earlobe. “Va bene, Esca. Molto bene.”
Perhaps he should ban anyone else from calling him by name again so he'd always remember that long sibilant 'ess' and how it never failed to send a delicious shiver right through him.
“Thank you.” The arms around him drew him into Marcus's body tighter as he took another drag down to the stub before flicking the rest out the window.
“No, Italiano. 'Grazie', si? Puoi ripeterlo, per favore. 'Grazie'.”
“I suppose I should count my blessings you're not trying to teach me Latin.”
Esca pulled the window closed and turned fully towards Marcus, stroking along his square jaw, up over his cheekbones, boosting himself up on his toes aiming for a kiss. Marcus wrinkled his nose and ducked away, moving to kiss over Esca's neck.
“The smoke?”
“The taste is too strong right away.”
“Does it honestly bother you that much?”
“Not so much. I liked it better when your mouth tasted of me.”
His cock was making heroic efforts to harden as Marcus continued to nuzzle and kiss around his throat, big hands gliding down his torso to palm his bum and hold him tighter against Marcus. They'd spent the remainder of the afternoon and the early evening lying face to face, talking about nothing in particular, touching, kissing, tasting and exploring as slowly as they could, Esca watching Marcus's face up close as it lost its composure and surrendered to a total loss of control. Unshed tears had spiked his long eyelashes as he'd whispered Esca's name and come all over Esca's hand, but everything they'd done had only dulled the blade of razor-sharp need that sliced through Esca every time he'd look at Marcus, all that cool composure and strength, every time he remembered that he'd held it all in the fingers of one hand and watched it fall away.
“No.” He drew back as Marcus lay down and tried to pull Esca with him. “Turn over, lie on your front.”
Something flared deep in Marcus's eyes, colour grazing his cheekbones as he frowned up at where Esca had moved to kneeling at the foot of the bed. “And why would I do that? What wicked plans do you have in mind?”
“I thought perhaps your bum wouldn't be so fussy about the smoke thing.”
“Such words of seduction.”
Esca's breath caught in his throat as Marcus lazily grinned and rolled over, the taut curves of his buttocks so plush and inviting that Esca felt momentarily paralyzed to do anything other than drink in the sight. Marcus nuzzled into the pillow, relaxing fully on his stomach, tendon and lean muscle shifting across his shoulders and back as he spread his legs, Esca swallowing a groan.
“So long as they're working.”
“They are. Mmm, very much so.”
He'd started to touch first, the deep muscle in Marcus's buttocks twitching as he'd tickled over each rounded cheek, leaning forward to kiss down along the bumps of Marcus's spine into the tight hollow of his back. Marcus's skin was as velvety here as everywhere else, smooth and flawless, Esca trailing his tongue along a faint tan line where Marcus had gone shirtless during what Esca imagined must've been a white-hot summer. Lucky Italian bastards, what a sight that would've been, the line dipping low on Marcus's hips, Esca's imagination supplying him with a vivid recreation as he rubbed his nose across one cheek to gently bite. His fingers played in the pale golden fuzz that followed the inward curves of Marcus's bum crack, Marcus sighing into the pillow and spreading his legs wider in silent invitation.
Esca tried to calm himself as he cupped each cheek to part them, watching Marcus's tight hole clench in on itself as Esca pulled his cheeks wider apart to rub a thumb over it. It made Marcus jolt, something expressive and Italian grunted into the bed as Esca settled onto his stomach between Marcus's legs and leaned forward to taste. His first long lick produced a shuddery moan and a tightening of the cheeks filling his hands, a curse ferociously spat out as he did it again. Esca grinned into Marcus's arse and laid the flat of his tongue across the twitching knot of skin to lap heavily directly across it.
“Ooh. Si, Esca, baciami, leccami . . .” A deep growl as Marcus hiked his hips back. “Mordimi.”
For God's sake. When had he turned into such a soppy bugger? This was something he'd always enjoyed before, such a private intimacy, so entirely against everything he'd been taught was good and right, but much as Esca's prick hardened to aching point as he swirled his tongue and pressed his face in to nip, fresh emotion overwhelmed him as he felt Marcus tremble with every new touch. Every low whimper of need, each whispered, husky plea, made it more and more clear that this wasn't simply some hasty tongue fuck as he started to push his way inside to taste deeper. He was loving on Marcus with his mouth, Esca knew it, his face burning and head spinning as he gripped Marcus's arse harder and shoved his way into Marcus's spasming hole.
“Esca! Sei incredibile, sei il migliore . . . ahh, yes, more.”
Marcus was opening up for him now, humping his hips back against Esca's face and grunting encouragement into his hands as Esca twisted a spit-wet finger inside up to his knuckle to twist and stroke. The crimped ring of muscle snapped shut around him, his prick drooling onto the bed as he imagined it squeezing hard on his cock, Marcus slowly fucking himself deeper onto Esca's hand and mindlessly begging.
“More? You're certain?”
“Per favore, si. Now. Uhh, slowly.”
He pushed another finger into the impossible tightness, leaning forward again to spit over his fingers then swirling his tongue around where he was softly fucking into Marcus, pressing his face in deeper to gnaw at the stretching muscle. Marcus laughed, a choking, broken chuckle as he pushed back harder, urging Esca on with his movements.
“Have you got anything?” Esca's voice was raw in pure need, arousal shooting up through his gut as a twist of his knuckles made Marcus jerk against the bed. “I didn't want to presume, so I hope and pray that you did.”
“My bag, the inside pocket.”
“Where is it?”
“Beside the dresser.” Marcus hissed as Esca withdrew his fingers, turning to look over his shoulder at Esca with lust-laden eyes, his bottom lip pink and swollen where he'd been biting at it. “Andiamo!”
Esca's hands were shaking as he threw notebooks and balled socks over his shoulder in his hurry to find whatever Marcus had hidden away, his scrambling fingers finally locating a new tube of Vaseline, its seal intact. He tore at it with his teeth as he rushed back to the bed, spitting the waxed paper off over his arm and tossing the cap to the floor as he watched Marcus flipping onto his back and shoving a pillow into place beneath his hips, that fat length of perfect cock flushed a pretty pink where it lay flexing against Marcus's flat belly.
“Not on your front?”
“Too hard on my leg. This is good?”
“Hohh, yes, fine by me.”
Marcus spread his legs wide, his hole a rosy invitation in the low light of the room's one dim lightbulb as he licked the palm of his hand and started to stroke himself. Esca could've happily gone blind at right that moment. It would've been one hell of a last image and he closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to memorise it so it'd last him a lifetime, before the need to look again forced them open. He squeezed a couple of inches of the grease into his hand, working up a mouthful of drool and spitting into his palm before working with his fingers to loosen the mixture up, slicking it over his aching cock a few times before reaching out to smear it over Marcus's pucker. Marcus took two fingers again without effort, staring intensely at Esca as he hiked his knees higher and stroked harder, his voice stern and gravelled with want as he ordered Esca to add another. He grabbed Esca to him and hunched up to grunt into Esca's mouth as he took it, sucking hard at Esca's tongue then dropping his head back to moan loud and long as Esca pushed his fingers deeper inside.
“We can't be too loud. Don't want MacKeggie up here thinking he can join in.”
“I know, but don't make me wait any longer.” Fingers glided up Esca's throat, cupping his chin and directing him to look up from where he was watching the work of his fingers to look into Marcus's eyes. “I've imagined it a thousand times over, alone in my bed. Ti desidero, Esca, ti adoro. I want you.”
He'd be lucky if he lasted till he made it fully inside, Esca's groin already tightening as he started to thrust over the mess he'd smeared around Marcus's hole, every muscle in his body standing out with the effort it took not to immediately thrust in balls-deep. He looked down at Marcus, the movement of that strong throat, Marcus closing his eyes and stretching his head back on a long groan as Esca shifted his hips and started to press in. Marcus bit his lip, grunting as he pushed out against Esca's tip, opening up then gripping tight around Esca soon as he'd gotten an inch inside. The heat was incredible, so tight, hot, wet, tight as he shoved in deeper still, fingers digging into Marcus's hips as he fought for control. But blunt fingernails raked over his chest, leaving trails of sparking sensation at the sides of his torso as broad hands reached around him to grip his hips and force him further in, Marcus shifting and grunting beneath him as he finally yielded.
“One minute.” Esca didn't dare move a muscle.
“No need, I can take it.”
“Maybe you can, but I'm in trouble here. Christ, you're tight.”
A devilish squeeze around him, Marcus rocking up and grinding his hips against Esca's. “It's been a long time.”
“You'll need to keep still if you want this to last more than a few seconds.”
His eyes hurt where they were screwed so tightly closed, a sweat breaking out across his forehead and his heart beating unevenly against his breastbone as Esca swallowed on a dry throat, desperately trying to think of anything else but the damp muscle gripping him root to tip. He let out a slow, wavering breath, drew in another and started to move, opening his eyes to watch Marcus moaning into his wrist.
“Si, yes, solo tu, solo tuo.”
Esca trembled as he tried to keep it slow, an inch-deep fuck at first, Marcus's tight ballsack juddering with each thrust as he stroked himself to full hardness again, his breath growing as hoarse as Esca's. But the fire was raging through Esca now, his hands pulling Marcus's legs up over his shoulders to seat himself deeper, fingers digging into meaty muscle as his pace quickened, his thrusts harder until the room was filled with the sound of harsh grunts and skin slapping against skin. He turned his head to bury his teeth in Marcus's ankle, wanting to mark, a ferocious need blazing deep inside his gut as Marcus's tight channel opened up for him, gripping him and trying to pull him back inside every time he withdrew before slamming in harder and deeper. His lungs burned, his skin on fire, his heartbeat racing and pounding in his ears as Esca opened his eyes to look down at Marcus.
The sight nearly made him lose it then and there, Marcus so totally lost in the fuck, plump lips hanging open and silently mouthing meaningless words, his head twisting back and forth against the sheet as he reached above his head to push against the bedboard and harder against Esca's thrusts. His prick was unattended, Marcus biting down on the ball of his hand as his cock slapped against his stomach, splattering it with clear fluid that became smeared across his skin, muscles bunching and stretching beneath the flush growing across his broad chest. Nothing could be more beautiful or closer to perfection, so incomparable. Esca's balls started to draw up as he felt it coming on, everything inside him starting to climb.
“Come now, while I'm in you. I want to watch.”
“Si, scopami piu forte, ahh, so close . . .”
He reached down to grip Marcus's prick tightly, milking it with his fingers as Marcus grabbed at the sheets, a whine of approaching urgency escaping the hand pressed against his lips. Esca could feel Marcus tightening around him, each thrust taking more effort as internal muscles started to ripple around him, a hoarse cry accompanying Marcus's first hot spurt. Esca let fly with his hips, punching his way through the contracting ring of muscle as he pumped harder at the pulsing prick in his hand, which continued to cover Marcus's broad, bronzed chest with cum all the way up to his throat.
This was it. He was going to die, it couldn't be otherwise. Esca's heart hurt as his body climbed higher still, every hair along his arms standing out, his throat agony as he spun upwards. Everything inside him compressed into a diamond-sharp point of heat as his need took him over, leaving his mind floating up somewhere near the ceiling, only dimly aware of hands reaching to grip his hips, of legs tighter around him as he started to gasp and quake. The known world vanished. All that existed was this, his hard prick, the welcoming, humid chute he was buried in, the loud smack of flesh against flesh and the horrifying death rattle he let out as his climax slammed into his stomach and forced him to start emptying his balls deep inside Marcus's gut. It ploughed through him and he was roaring with it, a loud buzzing ringing loud in his ears.
He must've died. It was the only reasonable explanation. Esca couldn't breathe, nor speak, the ringing in his ears blurring the twin sounds of his pounding heart and murmured words that he might've been able to understand. Maybe. It was a bliss so pointed it ached, his muscles replaced with warm jelly as he pulled out of Marcus with a whimper and collapsed onto the sodden chest beneath him.
“Tesoro mio.” Fingertips traced the line of his ear. “Vieni qui e baciami. Esca?”
“Muh.”
“Kiss me.”
“Unh.”
He was jostled about as Marcus started to chuckle, raking his fingers through Esca's sweat-spiked hair. “Do you need a moment?”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Then rest.”
“Mm.”
He was drifting, floating in a pool of warm honey beneath a hot summer sun. Seconds passed, minutes maybe, he had no idea, but it was all so very good he didn't care. At least, not until the pool of warm honey started to shift about underneath him.
“Mi dispiace, caro mio, but I need to . . . you're going to have to move.”
“No. Not going to happen.”
“It'll have to. The matter is becoming urgent.”
“No, it isn't. Aww, not fair,” as he was unceremoniously rolled onto the bed, opening one tired eye to watch a very naked Marcus jumping up out of bed to grab his overcoat and stick.
“I won't be long.”
“I'll be asleep in a minute.”
Esca flopped back over onto his stomach in the warm Marcus-sized spot in the centre of the bed to sprawl, his whole body tingling head to toe.
“Then I'll join you in your dreams.”
It was sweetly said, romantic, but Esca mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow and barely noticed the door closing behind Marcus as he began to float away. He didn't know how much later it was when he next surfaced, the room dark and his ear cold, but a strong arm was thrown over him, his face pushed into a warm, muscular neck, his hand laying over the scarred thigh thrown across him and a velvet-soft cock nestled against his own. He kissed and nuzzled into Marcus's throat, the arm across him pulling him harder into their embrace and a drowsy, meaningless mutter into his forehead dragging him down once more into a sleep he'd be happy to never wake from.
-
“Marcus? Hmm. What time is it?”
Marcus was sitting up beside him in the grey light of the early morning, frowning at the door and holding a finger to his lips to hush Esca. Esca waited for a second, but heard nothing, sorely tempted to pull the covers back over his head and try to sleep for another hour or two.
“There.” It was a whisper, Marcus's eyes never leaving the door. “Perhaps you should hide.”
“What? No way. I'm comfy.”
Soon as he said, Esca heard a knocking sound, a distant one followed by the unmistakable wavering croak of MacKeggie.
“Mr. MacCunoval? The morn's on us, wouldnae want you to miss oot your kippers.” Another, louder knock. “Mr. MacCunoval? You goin' tae wake? Hot watter's near aff.”
“You think we're his next stop?” Esca's pulse picked up a beat, slow footsteps scuffing along the hallway towards their door shadowed by a hushed mutter about 'tupical sutherners'.
“Possibly.”
“He's not going to let himself in.” He started to feel slightly sick, his stomach beginning to churn as the footsteps grew closer. “Wardrobe?”
“I'm sorry. Quietly.”
“Alright, but I'm taking the blanket.”
Esca took the time needed to kiss and nip at Marcus's shoulder, getting himself grinned at and pushed away as he rose from the bed and pulled the blanket up with him. A flutter of anxiety settled any desire he had to laugh at how ludicrous it was, tiptoeing over to tuck himself, bare arse, blanket and all, into the tiny wardrobe next to Marcus's suit. Then came the knock at the door, and Esca found himself holding his breath as he clutched the blanket against his front.
“Mr. Akk-illa? Day's a'waitin', oots stewed and tea in pot. Hot watter's near aff, and yon wee one's nae wakin'.” Another knock as Esca squinted through the crack between the door for every flash of skin as Marcus pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around himself, limping over to the door.
“Good morning, Mr. MacKeggie.” Esca bit down on a helpless sneeze of laughter. Only Marcus could sound so upright and respectable clad only in a sheet, every word carefully enunciated in a close replica of an English accent. “How may I help you?”
“As ah seid, mornin's heif ower and Mr. MacCunoval's oot like a broked limp. If yer wantin' brekkie, it's oot below.”
“I believe my colleague's a deep sleeper. Don't trouble yourself, I'll see to the matter.”
“So lang yer sure.”
“Uh,” Marcus paused as if guessing what he should answer. “Yes? Thank you.”
“S'naething muckle. Cheerio, now.”
“Goodbye.”
Waiting till MacKeggie had shuffled off down the hall, Esca poked his head out of the wardrobe, peering around it to see Marcus leaning against the room's door, looking relieved and somewhat confused. “You think it's safe?”
“I assume so. I'm not entirely sure what I've just agreed to.”
“You did a grand job.” Esca stepped down out of the wardrobe, feeling more than a little ridiculous as he took the blanket with him, wrapped around him from armpits to toes. “Very calm and collected.”
Marcus made a strange mewling noise, hanging his head as his shoulders started to shake with hysterical giggles. “I didn't understand a word of it.”
“I think you promised to wake me up.”
“I did?”
Screw it. The twinkle deep in Marcus's eyes along with the full blast of his dimples made Esca brave as he dropped the blanket along his way to stand inches from Marcus, sliding his hands between the folds of the sheet.
“What did you have in mind?” He found Marcus's cock, already half-hard, sliding his thumb along it as he fingered Marcus's warm scrotum and closed his hand for a gentle squeeze. “No time for a replay of last thing last night.”
Marcus leaned forward and rested the side of his head against Esca's, no kiss, no single other touch, but it was oddly moving and Esca closed his eyes to breathe Marcus in.
“Not if I wish to walk further than ten paces today.”
“You've got your cane, haven't you?”
The smallest shift against his temple as they leaned into one another, Marcus starting to run his hands up and down Esca's back as he grew harder, Esca's cock rising to meet his. “Which won't help much when I'm unable to sit.”
“Flatterer.”
He pulled Marcus by his neck down into a kiss, slow and lazy. It was outrageous how Marcus's mouth remained so intoxicating this early in the morning, Esca aware his own taste was somewhat sour after an evening without food or drink save a few fortifying nips from Marcus's flask, but it didn't seem to make Marcus any less enthusiastic as he explored Esca's tongue thoroughly with his own. They started to rock against each other, Marcus shedding the sheet to palm Esca's arse and hold him close against his long, lean nakedness.
“There's a bed over there. Right there. Not three feet away.”
Marcus tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it softly as he twisted his hand around the slick tip of Esca's prick. “Your powers of observation never cease to amaze me.”
“Get your bum in that bed. Now, mister.”
“You'll have to let me go.”
“Ah, see, you've spotted the flaw in my plan.”
Marcus was nibbling down his throat, a thumb teasing his nipple to a point. Esca gritted his teeth and set his mind to it, managing to move away a moment later, Marcus's lips kiss-smeared as they made a discontented moue. “I was enjoying myself.”
“I'll make it worth your while? I think. I hope.” Esca flopped down onto the bed, propping himself up on an elbow and shifting into a masculine pose, leg hiked to let his tackle jut out from his belly, his bicep clenched. “See? You can't possibly resist all this.”
A true, open smile that made his toes curl. “It's true, I can't.”
Two steps and Marcus was on him, crawling over his body like a great jungle cat as he lay between Esca's legs to thrust up against him hard. Then his smile turned into a grin, once more the naughty boy as he winked at Esca and moved once more, pulling Esca over by his hip to lie on his side as Marcus's feet settled up by his head, Marcus already beginning to tongue over his balls.
“Will this suit?”
It was spoken against the root of his cock, which jumped in response as Esca moaned an affirmation into Marcus's hip. His jaw still ached from the night before, but it was like stretching your legs after yesterday's long ramble, Esca opening his mouth wide to slide his lips down around Marcus's cock as damp heat surrounded his. He knew they were running out of time, the clock counting down to kicking-out hour, but this was going to take longer, the inflammation of yesterday's lust burned down to a smoldering warmth that was no less pleasurable.
Besides, it gave him the opportunity to practise his technique, Marcus as accomplished as ever as Esca struggled to take more, gagging on a deep shove down before needing to pull off. But he hadn't earned his reputation as a stubborn bastard for nothing. Esca set his jaw in determination as he relaxed his throat and sucked deeper, Marcus licking down over his balls and pushing Esca's legs apart to begin nuzzling his way between Esca's bum cheeks. The first squirmy, sodden lap over his hole helped distract him long enough to allow Marcus's prick to knock at the back of his throat. He breathed hard through his nose, the tempting scent of Marcus's balls encouraging him to accept the intrusion and push down harder until his nose was buried in the crinkled skin there, fine hairs tickling his face.
Stupid thing to be proud of, but he was, anyway. He risked a hesitant swallow, feeling more confident by the second as Marcus groaned and pushed in to suck, the insistent muscle of his tongue beginning to work its way inside. It was so different to the reluctant caresses Esca'd received there before, Marcus mouthing at him hungrily and soaking him in spit as his cock drooled down the back of Esca's tongue, that it alone had him begging for more with desperate little grunts around the rigid pole threatening to choke him. Fingers searched him out and started a steady stroke, and he matched its rhythm with his head, drawing hard with his mouth as he pulled off and tightening his lips until they stung as he pushed back down.
Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right, the growls and gasps into his arse growing in volume and tempo as Marcus's fingers worked him harder. Esca felt his legs starting to shake, the prick fucking his throat swelling in size until he was forced to pull back and suckle at its tip. He fisted Marcus's length, working it towards his mouth faster than the hand on his own, the battle started now as they raced each other to the finish.
He wasn't going to come first, dammit, Marcus jolting against him every time he swirled his tongue over the source of that tantalising taste, but then a long finger thrust itself into his pucker to crook and rub, sending a pure bolt of electricity deep into his balls as Esca spluttered in surprise around Marcus's prick and started to shoot. He unthinkingly pulled back as his body began to convulse, head thrown back, his fingers squeezing at Marcus so hard that Marcus sobbed into his arse cheek and spurted all over Esca's face.
“What the - watch where you're pointing that thing!”
Marcus had fallen back, his mouth open and gasping as he took one look at Esca's dripping chin and started to chortle. “Ohhoho, scusi. Mea culpa.”
“Don't you Latin me. I'm a mess.”
“Such fuss.” Marcus wriggled up to tuck himself alongside Esca, tilting Esca's chin up and smearing his cum up over Esca's bottom lip with his thumb. “Allow me.”
In some way it felt more intimate than when he'd been buried inside Marcus to the hilt, soft lips sucking every drop from his cheeks and nose as he took Marcus's thumb inside his mouth to clean it off. Everything in him throbbed and prickled as he opened his eyes to look into Marcus's, which became heavy-lidded and dark as they watched him lap his own taste from Marcus's knuckles one by one.
“I suppose that's breakfast taken care of.”
They'd wiped themselves clean and dry with his shorts, Esca leaning his head back against Marcus's chest to smoke, Marcus's fingertips spiralling slowly across his stomach. He was rising and falling gently with Marcus's every breath, their legs tangled in each other's, the flat of Marcus's foot rubbing over Esca's ankle.
“Perhaps for you. I'm Italian.”
“Meaning?”
“An empty belly is an insult to every one of my countrymen.”
“We could still have a bite of MacKeggie's kippers if we get up once I've finished my fag.”
“I have a better idea.” The fingertips on his stomach became a hand laid flat, Marcus nuzzling into Esca's ear and laying a kiss behind it. “Stay another night. We can move to a hotel with a bed that my feet don't hang off, and make use of their tea room.”
“It's a lovely thought. But I can't, you know that.”
“Where's the harm? Nobody suspects us.”
It was near impossible to refuse with that gentle mouth sending his nerves sparking all down his neck. “Besides the fact I've got to get back to North House, it's too risky.”
The huff of annoyance into his ear was joined by Marcus pulling his arm out from under Esca's neck, almost upsetting the ashtray centred on Esca's chest, Marcus's back so beautifully fashioned that Esca couldn't resist reaching out to run his hand over the satin warmth of its skin. His hand was shaken off, Marcus reaching for his trousers and tugging them on without bothering with underwear. “It's always about the risk.”
“Forgive me if I'd rather not end up in gaol or watch you being deported. Potentially both.”
“I think that's unlikely. We've given no reason for suspicion.”
“Not yet, but if we start disappearing off at the same time together for the same duration, people are going to put two and two together. Marcus, come on, you know this.”
“Perhaps it's a risk I'm willing to take.”
Marcus stood, his back to Esca as he buckled his belt and limped over to the wardrobe to draw out a fresh shirt.
“I would if I could. Cranholme's all I've got.” Esca sat up to stub out his smoke, raking his fingers through his hair as his mind raced to find a way to make things right. “Even if we weren't prosecuted, I'd lose everything if we were found out.”
“There's other schools.” Marcus had buttoned his shirt up incorrectly, and he frowned down at his uneven shirttails before snarling at them in annoyance and starting to unbutton it again. “Other jobs, Esca.”
“Not for me.”
He climbed out of the bed, barely noticing his state of undress in comparison to Marcus, taking Marcus's hips in his hands and turning the unresponsive figure to face him. He leaned up to kiss Marcus's chin, wrapping his arms around the tight waist in front of him.
“See, this is our problem. So little time together that we've not yet talked. I meant to find a way last night, but I was otherwise occupied.”
“Then talk to me! Porca vacca, I'm right here, waiting to learn.”
“We haven't the time now.”
“Time? We'll be old as MacKeggie before you find the time.”
“Listen to me. No,” as Marcus moved to break their embrace, Esca grabbing him and holding him firm. “I'll find the time. You have to realise I'd stay if I could. I'd be crazy not to.”
He brushed his lips against the sullen mouth, stroking up Marcus's arms to cup that handsome face with each hand. It took him a minute, but slowly Marcus started to respond, submitting to one long kiss before pulling away to rest his forehead against Esca's with a regretful sigh.
“So you won't stay.”
“Can't.”
“Can't, won't, it's all the same.”
“No, it isn't. Not at all. You're a language teacher and I'm dismayed you'd say such a thing.” Marcus let loose an unwilling laugh into his hair. “That's more like it. Don't spoil it. Not when it's been so perfect.”
“It has. I suppose you can tell me about whatever prevents us continuing it while we drive back.”
“You're not driving me all the way to Tamside then back out here again. It's not snowed in days and the trains'll be running.”
He was enveloped in strong arms, the buttons of Marcus's shirt pressing into his chest and a belt buckle into his belly as he was hugged tight. “What will I have to do to persuade you?”
“To let you drive me to Tamside?”
His words were muffled into Marcus's chest as he closed his eyes and let himself go with it. A steady whisper above gusted against his head in answer. “No, imbecile. That I prize every moment I steal from you.”
“It's the same for me.” Muffled again, this time by a kiss beneath Marcus's chin, the morning's stubble rough against his lips.
“Then if I wish to drive you, I'll drive you, and that's final.”
“Let me get my trousers on and I'll think about it.”
A sly hand snaked down his back for a grope of his arse. “Or you could accept my word, and remain naked a moment longer.”
Much as Esca seldom had the chance to get his own way, he had to admit the idea had its merit.