Farmall Frolic, Esca/Marcus, NC-17, 2/2riventhornJune 29 2011, 22:30:40 UTC
Esca put his hand on Marcus’s chest where the straps of his overalls met bare skin and rubbed his thumb over Marcus’s collarbone. “Been wanting to do that,” he murmured.
“Yeah?” Marcus asked softly, and he fit his own hand behind Esca’s neck, cool with sweat, and tilted his head upwards. “And this?” He leaned down, and Esca nodded, and their mouths met.
A quick kiss, and Marcus wanted more, so he surged forward, pushing Esca back against the tractor.
“Ah, shit, Marcus,” Esca moaned as Marcus mouthed at his neck, claimed his mouth again in a rougher, deeper, kiss.
“God, I want you,” Marcus whispered, pushing at Esca’s overalls, frantic to get at bare skin. “Please, Esca.”
“All right-yes, just hang on a second,” Esca mumbled, trying to still Marcus’s fingers. “Just slow down. Slow down.”
Marcus stopped, panting, dizzy from lust. Esca was running his hands up Marcus’s bare arms, like he was soothing a startled horse.
“Your uncle’s not going to come out here, is he?” Esca asked.
“No. No, he always goes into town on Wednesdays. Won’t be back till supper.”
“Good.” Esca kissed him again, and Marcus bit back an embarrassing whimper. But when Esca undid the buttons on his fly and reached inside, finding his cock, he couldn’t stop a loud groan.
“Knew you’d be hung like a fucking horse,” Esca said, squeezing. And then he drew out his hand, laughing at Marcus’s moan of protest. “Up on the seat,” he ordered.
“But-”
“Do it, Marcus,” Esca whispered, flicking his tongue across the sweaty skin of Marcus’s neck.
Marcus went, clambering up, cock pressing uncomfortably against the denim of his overalls. He sat, spreading his legs, and Esca climbed up, straddling him.
“Now, where were we?” he said, grinning, and reached for Marcus’s cock again, drawing it out. Marcus stared down at it, clutched in Esca’s fist, precome shining on the head. With his other hand, Esca tugged down the straps on Marcus’s overalls, baring his chest.
“Like what you see?” Marcus asked him, smiling, tipping his head back as a firm stroke sent pleasure shooting through his body.
“Oh, yeah,” Esca said. “Not gonna let you just sit there, though.” And he took Marcus’s hand, put it on the bulge at his groin.
Marcus rubbed Esca’s cock through the denim, then opened his fly, took him out. He spit on his hand and started stripping him, hard and fast. Esca grunted, his head falling down onto Marcus’s shoulder, his own strokes speeding up.
Marcus couldn’t quite believe this was happening, was half-convinced it must be a hallucination brought on by heat stroke. But Esca was real, a solid weight in his lap. He could smell their sweat and sex mingling with the sweetness of the grass, drying in the sunshine.
He came all over Esca’s fist, and when Esca went off, his come spattered onto Marcus’s chest.
“Christ that was good,” Marcus managed after a moment. He held Esca’s hips, hitching him a little closer. Esca had a lazy smile on his face, and Marcus couldn’t help asking, “Have you-before-with a guy?”
Instantly, Esca’s eyes narrowed, and he took his hands off Marcus. “What’s it to you?” he demanded.
“Nothing-I just-just wondered,” Marcus stuttered, dismayed.
Esca gave him a long look. Then he kissed Marcus’s forehead, once, just a brush of his lips, and hopped off the tractor. He tucked himself back in, then started walking towards the house. “See you at supper,” he called back over his shoulder.
Marcus watched him go, puzzled, vaguely hurt, but wanting more of Esca’s lean body and his teasing mouth. He scrubbed the come off his chest with the rag and slowly climbed down, leaned back against the tractor, watching as Esca disappeared into the stunted rows of corn.
Re: Farmall Frolic, Esca/Marcus, NC-17, 2/2nimue_8June 30 2011, 17:07:11 UTC
This is amazing! I love this setting. Incredibly, your 1930s depression works so well with all the Eagle elements you have integrated (the father who dispapeared, Marcus having nowhere else to go, Esca appearing in his life wearing nothing but a trouser(!), Marcus begging for him.)
I really love it.
The sex on a tractor scene was hot, but I am also intrigued by Esca's mystrious life.
Hum, do you think you'd like to continue this story. It's fascinating.
Re: Farmall Frolic, Esca/Marcus, NC-17, 2/2riventhornJune 30 2011, 19:24:01 UTC
Thank you! I was kind of surprised by how well the 1930s worked, too--I just had the image of Marcus out in the fields when I thought of it and then the other elements occurred to me.
“Yeah?” Marcus asked softly, and he fit his own hand behind Esca’s neck, cool with sweat, and tilted his head upwards. “And this?” He leaned down, and Esca nodded, and their mouths met.
A quick kiss, and Marcus wanted more, so he surged forward, pushing Esca back against the tractor.
“Ah, shit, Marcus,” Esca moaned as Marcus mouthed at his neck, claimed his mouth again in a rougher, deeper, kiss.
“God, I want you,” Marcus whispered, pushing at Esca’s overalls, frantic to get at bare skin. “Please, Esca.”
“All right-yes, just hang on a second,” Esca mumbled, trying to still Marcus’s fingers. “Just slow down. Slow down.”
Marcus stopped, panting, dizzy from lust. Esca was running his hands up Marcus’s bare arms, like he was soothing a startled horse.
“Your uncle’s not going to come out here, is he?” Esca asked.
“No. No, he always goes into town on Wednesdays. Won’t be back till supper.”
“Good.” Esca kissed him again, and Marcus bit back an embarrassing whimper. But when Esca undid the buttons on his fly and reached inside, finding his cock, he couldn’t stop a loud groan.
“Knew you’d be hung like a fucking horse,” Esca said, squeezing. And then he drew out his hand, laughing at Marcus’s moan of protest. “Up on the seat,” he ordered.
“But-”
“Do it, Marcus,” Esca whispered, flicking his tongue across the sweaty skin of Marcus’s neck.
Marcus went, clambering up, cock pressing uncomfortably against the denim of his overalls. He sat, spreading his legs, and Esca climbed up, straddling him.
“Now, where were we?” he said, grinning, and reached for Marcus’s cock again, drawing it out. Marcus stared down at it, clutched in Esca’s fist, precome shining on the head. With his other hand, Esca tugged down the straps on Marcus’s overalls, baring his chest.
“Like what you see?” Marcus asked him, smiling, tipping his head back as a firm stroke sent pleasure shooting through his body.
“Oh, yeah,” Esca said. “Not gonna let you just sit there, though.” And he took Marcus’s hand, put it on the bulge at his groin.
Marcus rubbed Esca’s cock through the denim, then opened his fly, took him out. He spit on his hand and started stripping him, hard and fast. Esca grunted, his head falling down onto Marcus’s shoulder, his own strokes speeding up.
Marcus couldn’t quite believe this was happening, was half-convinced it must be a hallucination brought on by heat stroke. But Esca was real, a solid weight in his lap. He could smell their sweat and sex mingling with the sweetness of the grass, drying in the sunshine.
He came all over Esca’s fist, and when Esca went off, his come spattered onto Marcus’s chest.
“Christ that was good,” Marcus managed after a moment. He held Esca’s hips, hitching him a little closer. Esca had a lazy smile on his face, and Marcus couldn’t help asking, “Have you-before-with a guy?”
Instantly, Esca’s eyes narrowed, and he took his hands off Marcus. “What’s it to you?” he demanded.
“Nothing-I just-just wondered,” Marcus stuttered, dismayed.
Esca gave him a long look. Then he kissed Marcus’s forehead, once, just a brush of his lips, and hopped off the tractor. He tucked himself back in, then started walking towards the house. “See you at supper,” he called back over his shoulder.
Marcus watched him go, puzzled, vaguely hurt, but wanting more of Esca’s lean body and his teasing mouth. He scrubbed the come off his chest with the rag and slowly climbed down, leaned back against the tractor, watching as Esca disappeared into the stunted rows of corn.
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Also, as far as Esca's "compact body" goes, I would very much like to carry him around in my purse. He must be on call 24/7.
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Incredibly, your 1930s depression works so well with all the Eagle elements you have integrated (the father who dispapeared, Marcus having nowhere else to go, Esca appearing in his life wearing nothing but a trouser(!), Marcus begging for him.)
I really love it.
The sex on a tractor scene was hot, but I am also intrigued by Esca's mystrious life.
Hum, do you think you'd like to continue this story. It's fascinating.
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I might do some more in the future.
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Yeeeaaaaah!!!!
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I'm already grateful for this fic and for Marcus naked-chest-kink! (We can't ever have enough of that!)
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