Take it Off
He's barely done changing before Jo-Jo sticks his head around the door. “Guess who wants you upstairs.”
Marcus nods. He glances in the mirror, but doesn't stop to clean himself up.
One knock on the office.
“In.”
Marcus steels himself and enters. He's not even sure why he's nervous this time, except...except for the way Esca looked at him while he was dancing.
“Close the door.” Esca's just sitting there at his desk, watching him.
Marcus closes the door, and takes a step forward....before pausing. Esca's eyes are dark and entirely focused on him. “So...”
“So...” Marcus clears his throat.
“Care to tell me what happened to you?”
“Got into a fight with my roommate.” Marcus scratches nervously at the back of his neck.
“Really?” Esca leans back in his chair. “And you just happen to look like you've gone six rounds in a fuck-fest?”
“Oh. no. That was Cottia. She thought it'd work for the show.”
Esca looks at him blankly, and then, to Marcus's surprise, he just throws his head back and laughs. The sound is welcoming and arousing. Marcus folds his arms across his chest, and enjoys it.
“She would.” Esca gets to his feet, still chuckling. “She would.” Moving around to stand in front of the desk, he just looks at Marcus and shakes his head.
“Watching you like that...” Esca's voice is low. It takes Marcus a moment to get why.
“You liked it.”
“Yes.” Esca says simply.
“Even when you thought I'd been beat up.”
“Yes.” Esca doesn't deny it.
“Even when you thought I'd been beat up while fucking around.” Marcus is blunt.
“Yes.” There's a touch of defiance in Esca's voice, like he doesn't expect Marcus to understand, but there's also a note of defensiveness that takes Marcus aback.
He takes a step forward toward Esca and then another, until he's standing right in front of him. Still, he doesn't speak.
Esca reaches up and traces his thumb along Marcus's jawline. “You look...” His hand slips around to cup the back of Marcus's neck, dragging him down for a messy, hungry kiss. Esca's grinding up against him as his mouth plunders Marcus's.
“I want to fuck you.” Esca growls, biting at Marcus's lips.
Somehow, Marcus manages to pull himself back. “Then do it.” He's panting. Desperate for it. Desperate for Esca. He wants to forget about yesterday and his future, and this, Esca's body pressed heatedly against his own, seems the best possible way of doing it. He grabs Esca's hand and places it between his legs. “Fuck me, Esca. Fuck me.”
Esca strokes him, forcing Marcus to arch into his grasp. “Oh, I'll fuck you alright.”