Fill 'Blue for you' Part 5
anonymous
April 27 2011, 20:46:39 UTC
Oops! Clearly that last part should have been labelled 'Part 4' but I am forgetful. Sorry.
Marcus sinks into the pleasantly warm water until it laps just below his shoulders and waits for Esca to join him, sighing in relief and letting his tense muscles relax. Although he hadn't initially been planning on bathing it now seems like a wonderful idea; he'd had no idea just how apprehensive he was about talking to Esca since he'd made a fool of himself the other night. When he'd woken the next morning he had groaned and cursed himself up and down for overreacting like an outraged maiden. Concerned about the way all sense seemed to abandon him around his former slave, Marcus had decided to try and keep his distance for a few days to calm his nerves. Instead it had entirely the opposite effect. But, he should have known that Esca would force the matter into the open and now the air is cleared.
He hears Esca's footsteps approaching and lowers his eyes to the water determined not to let his eyes linger on the sleek beautiful lines of the freedman's body as he enters the pool. He knows that despite his efforts his face is flushing once again at the thought of Esca's nakedness nearby and can only hope that this won't be the time his body betrays him and shows Esca just how badly he desires him, despite his shame at such lust. Once he's sure most of Esca is in the pool Marcus raises his eyes straight to the Briton's face. Esca's eyes lock onto his instantly as Marcus smiles at him and there's a strangely determined expression fixed there. Marcus feels his spirits start to deflate again; perhaps all is not yet forgiven and Esca is going to make him suffer for his childish behaviour now. He opens his mouth to speak just as Esca's mouth curves up slightly and he slides entirely under the water.
When Esca surfaces with his back to him, Marcus can feel his jaw drop open as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock so fast that the air is forced from his lungs in a harsh startled gasp. He clings to the wall of the pool to try and ground himself but all he can do is stare and stare and stare dazed at Esca's back.
Water trails down from Esca's hair and runs in rivulets over the incredibly beautiful elaborate new tattoo that covers his entire upper back and shoulder blades in blue. Marcus watches Esca's muscles tense, making the wings of the stylised but instantly recognisable eagle shift and shiver. The Roman's eyes get lost as he tries to follow the intricately detailed swirling patterns and knots within the eagle's body which somehow also twist to form the outline of an eagle in flight, wings outstretched, tail fanned and head slightly turned so that its open beak can be seen as it screams a challenge.
Esca's head abruptly turns to look back over his shoulder at him and from the disconcertingly vulnerable look on his face Marcus realises that it's been long minutes since Esca surfaced and he has yet to speak.
'Esca...Esca.' There are no other words, he cannot think of anything but Esca. He realises that it must be enough, for Esca's eyes widen and a tight wolfish hungry smile is his response as he suddenly slips lower in the water.
Marcus can't bear to let Esca hide the marking from him; in a haze of lust so thick that he can barely coordinate his limbs, he crosses the pool to grasp Esca by the shoulders and haul him bodily back up.
Marcus sinks into the pleasantly warm water until it laps just below his shoulders and waits for Esca to join him, sighing in relief and letting his tense muscles relax. Although he hadn't initially been planning on bathing it now seems like a wonderful idea; he'd had no idea just how apprehensive he was about talking to Esca since he'd made a fool of himself the other night. When he'd woken the next morning he had groaned and cursed himself up and down for overreacting like an outraged maiden. Concerned about the way all sense seemed to abandon him around his former slave, Marcus had decided to try and keep his distance for a few days to calm his nerves. Instead it had entirely the opposite effect. But, he should have known that Esca would force the matter into the open and now the air is cleared.
He hears Esca's footsteps approaching and lowers his eyes to the water determined not to let his eyes linger on the sleek beautiful lines of the freedman's body as he enters the pool. He knows that despite his efforts his face is flushing once again at the thought of Esca's nakedness nearby and can only hope that this won't be the time his body betrays him and shows Esca just how badly he desires him, despite his shame at such lust. Once he's sure most of Esca is in the pool Marcus raises his eyes straight to the Briton's face. Esca's eyes lock onto his instantly as Marcus smiles at him and there's a strangely determined expression fixed there. Marcus feels his spirits start to deflate again; perhaps all is not yet forgiven and Esca is going to make him suffer for his childish behaviour now. He opens his mouth to speak just as Esca's mouth curves up slightly and he slides entirely under the water.
When Esca surfaces with his back to him, Marcus can feel his jaw drop open as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock so fast that the air is forced from his lungs in a harsh startled gasp. He clings to the wall of the pool to try and ground himself but all he can do is stare and stare and stare dazed at Esca's back.
Water trails down from Esca's hair and runs in rivulets over the incredibly beautiful elaborate new tattoo that covers his entire upper back and shoulder blades in blue. Marcus watches Esca's muscles tense, making the wings of the stylised but instantly recognisable eagle shift and shiver. The Roman's eyes get lost as he tries to follow the intricately detailed swirling patterns and knots within the eagle's body which somehow also twist to form the outline of an eagle in flight, wings outstretched, tail fanned and head slightly turned so that its open beak can be seen as it screams a challenge.
Esca's head abruptly turns to look back over his shoulder at him and from the disconcertingly vulnerable look on his face Marcus realises that it's been long minutes since Esca surfaced and he has yet to speak.
'Esca...Esca.' There are no other words, he cannot think of anything but Esca. He realises that it must be enough, for Esca's eyes widen and a tight wolfish hungry smile is his response as he suddenly slips lower in the water.
Marcus can't bear to let Esca hide the marking from him; in a haze of lust so thick that he can barely coordinate his limbs, he crosses the pool to grasp Esca by the shoulders and haul him bodily back up.
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