FILL: Skin on Skin part 7 of ?
anonymous
December 8 2011, 21:37:22 UTC
Marcus is not inclined to comply, wants in the name of all that's sane to withdraw at once, but instead, trusting that as it's Esca's body getting it, he knows best how to do it, he thrusts cock into him hard and deep.
Esca makes a raw, high noise, then pants harsh, low and continuous.
Marcus fucks in and out, every inch of movement giving him an acute, vicious stab of ecstasy in his cock that flares in his balls and belly drawing him to plunge in further.
"Uh, yeah, do it hard." Esca pants.
Marcus exhales hoarse and strangulated, thrusts in forceful, then fucks down into him rough. Esca faces down into the bed, bearing down, taking it, panting deep. Marcus feels Esca's ass loosen, open around him, hears him grunt guttural in pleasure seperate from any pain.
The whole rubbing, squeezing movement of fucking sends a rightful flaming trail of light and pleasure circuiting around his head and body.
"Uh, that's it, uh, softer now."
Under great strain and self control Marcus stills himself at once to a slow, rocking, sensual pump into the swell of his ass, trying to smooth all harshness from his hips. Slow pounded and panting shivery, delighted by his motion, Esca gasps, the smile obvious, as ever, in the quality of his voice.
"Fucking hell you take direction well."
Marcus smiles and spurred on thrusts in and out faster, still keeping his motion smooth, silent save for puffing breaths, heart racing, filling his throat. He puts his hands down on the bed either side of Esca's head to support himself as he fucks into him with increased vigour and concentration, his arms falling by the side of his face. Esca turns and breathes warm pants at the penetration out against the tendons of an arm and Marcus feels a deep giggle at the shivery sensation melting into the tense want in his guts.
Then Esca kisses and licks warm and wet there, swallowing the grunts forced from him as he takes his cock. Marcus feels his heart surge at the demonstrable affection to the move. He feels incited and wanting to really make him feel his cock, grinds his hips mercilessly inside him. His mouth stops moving against Marcus' flesh as overwhelmed he makes a loud high sound of exertion and increased pleasure.
Gratified smiling down at the back of his head Marcus asks.
"You like that cock?"
"Uh, yeah," Esca says voice still smile soft as he moans, "uh, uh, fuck me."
Marcus does, barely withdrawing just jabbing up inside him constant, sharp and quick.
Esca is a stream of base needy noise beneath him and it clearly takes effort for him to say.
"Uh god, need to get up on my knees and wank."
"Yeah that's it, up on your hands and knees while I fuck your slutty little hole." Marcus slurs, laughing a little at his deliberately overblown attempt at sex speak. On all fours Esca looks over his shoulder at him, his eyes brighter blue against his reddened cheeks, then gaze hard, mouth smirking, demands.
"Touch my prick."
"Such a gentleman,"
Marcus says, and they both laugh as he complies. Having hold of the hot, veiny swell of it Marcus feels fulfillment flow in his guts. It is something chemical that deep feeling of rightness and taken with it he strips it off in a hard tugging motion for a bit as he plows him in the ass.
"You're so hard," Marcus says impressed.
"Yeah. I like getting your massive dick."
"Yeah?" Marcus says spurred to punctuating this with a rough, out of rhythm thrust up into him, thrilling at the power he feels when Esca grunts shocked and loud and begs.
"Yeah, uh that's it, really fucking stick it in me."
"Ah. You gonna come off from me pounding you slut?" Marcus says breathless.
The word slut has stopped being hilarious and become something they both groan at in arousal.
"Uh, uh, maybe," he grunts guttural.
Feeling like he's spurred to a challenge Marcus thrusts with attention given to finding his prostate, feeling Esca's motion backwards and moving with him, really focusing on giving him what he wants, gratified when pleasured laughter bubbles from him sliced every so often by raw pleasured gasps.
It's exquisite to hear because it makes Marcus feel as though they are fucking because they like one another.
Then Esca stops moving his whole body tensing up shockingly hard and fast as he says.
FILL: Skin on Skin part 8 of ?
anonymous
December 11 2011, 01:34:33 UTC
Thank you for the comments guiz I appreciate them dearly. Glad you appreciate the incessant drawn out filth of it so far. I am now somehow writing some more non porny story for these two. Although there may be a wee bit more porn to come first...
"Yeah?" Marcus says in a huff.
"Yeah, I touch my prick at all I'm gonna shoot all over the place."
"Rub it then."
"Not yet. Come on my arse first."
Grinding, frustrated Marcus says,
"Make me come on it then you little slut."
Esca has the vibe of the talk and urges,
"Just use that dirty fuckin hole." His voice is a reedy, desperate plea that makes the promise of satisfaction pulse intense in Marcus' balls. He speeds into him, jabbing in tight, quick little motions, needing to come so much, unable to do anything but fuck to that end.
Aside spiked, fucked out breaths, all Esca does is beg.
"Just fuckin come all over me, yeah cover me in your fuckin come."
His harsh voice is enough, the teasing, impending fulfillment Marcus desperately chases is finally pinned and snaps sharp in his balls pulling a thick bliss throughout the whole of him.
"I'm gonna come," he says, pulling out of him in a frantically fast, slick slide of lube, snapping the condom off quick. His hand goes to his shaft, exquisitely slippery with pre come, to direct the imminent firing.
"Stick your ass out."
Esca does as told, head bowed down, ass arching upwards, and Marcus happily shoots off trails of spunk on his upturned cheek, then more in glistening strands down his crack. Hips pistoning his cock hard into his hand until he is entirely sated.
By the time he is done, Esca is a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. Leaning in, stuck to the muscular curve of his back Marcus strokes his cock. Esca puts his hand over his grip, encouraging him to really squeeze at his balls as he thrusts. In the midst of the second push he pants.
"Uh, uh, I'm gonna loose it."
"Lay on your back, come where the camera can see you," Robin requests.
Disentangling from Marcus and rolling onto his back, breathing deeply, trying to control himself, in evident pain, Esca spreads his white thighs wide. His cock is up to his belly, dark red and slick, tender looking, like a bruise. He fingers it lightly, then pulls hard, bucking his hips as he groans, it is so base and necessary, beautiful.
"Uh, fuck. Call me a slut again. I like that."
Exhausted Marcus lays beside him and shivering at his perversity says slow and deep.
"You feel my cum on you slut?"
Esca nods and moans tensely "Yeah", eyes barely open, breathing so hard in response that he shudders.
He is so beautifully young looking, the shining filaments of his hair and eyes vibrant, glistening white teeth between parted rose coloured lips that blend with his desperately pink face.
Marcus adores and whispers infatuated into the side of his face
"Such a hot little whore, gonna come, spill all over yourself?"
Esca shuffles his hand hard and fast, coddling the head of his cock with it's sheath of skin again and again until a gigantic, harsh, gulp of a sigh comes from him. His body quakes once and he spurts copious and glorious, spraying his sweat glistened skin up to the level of his nipples, then smaller arcs on his abs.
Head back, he pants so hard that his mouth is wide to emit them.
Smiling Marcus can't help himself, and bends his head to lick the pearls of it pebbling his flesh. Esca groans and comes some more, and Marcus sucks from the tip of his cock as he convulses the ends of his orgasm.
"Get here." Esca says with as much fierceness as he can summon through his exhaustion. Esca wants a kiss, so Marcus licks his throat, at the salt of sweat there, then traces that scent of Esca's and finding it strongest further up, just at the line of his damp hair buries his nose deep into it. Then he licks across Esca's cheek into his mouth where wanting him Esca sticks his tongue in deep, spent cock giving a jerk against Marcus' thigh.
Marcus finds himself barely able to let him go, holding him, mindlessly clinging and its a wrench when Esca works himself loose and gets up, entirely naked to leave the room without a word.
Re: FILL: Skin on Skin part 8 of ?awarringtonDecember 11 2011, 20:46:02 UTC
One of the things that struck me about this is how much they talk to each other, which has the effect of really connecting me to the action - which is hotter than a hot thing. You managed to pull me into this so deeply with all the visceral descriptions that when Robin spoke to them to give Esca direction, it was a jolt!
Esca walking off without a word doesn't bode well. Looking forward to the next update. ♥
FILL: Skin on Skin part 9 of ?
anonymous
December 13 2011, 23:27:03 UTC
I love your comments, thank you, they are kinder than this rampant filth deserves. I hope this part works.
Esca's vacation tugs at Marcus, causes a hollow spot of abandonment in his chest. He feels a great urge to get up and follow him but instead stays still on the bed feeling foolish.
It's porn, he thinks to himself, they've fucked, that's all, it's simple. He isn't going to last long in this profession if he starts pining for a guy just from fucking him, he needs to work his head out.
Marcus has had a fair amount of casual sex. He usually knows how to draw boundaries and rarely does any feeling of connection start when he's come, and he can sever any that spring up inside him, so he tries to focus on thinking this want for Esca out of himself, but for some reason the connection persists.
Control and reason keep running away from him. Dazed and annoyed at the fact that he has to feel like that at a time like this, he sits on the side of the bed, looking at the floor waiting for Esca, sure that he will come back as his clothes are there.
Feeling it proper for his dick to be concealed now it has no purpose being otherwise, he pulls the duvet over his lap and reaches down for his discarded clothes, pulling them toward him, shrugging his underwear back on. As he does he remembers in a flash Esca not wearing any, cock free and easy against denim, then rigid and hot in his hand, the perfect size and shape.
He tries to focus on what he should care about and looks up at Robin who is watching the footage back on some hand held device.
"Did I do ok?" Marcus asks.
"Yes you were magnificent, perfect. Very good comeshot, especially for a first timer - alot of the boys I've worked with have a bit of trouble pulling out first off but you were great. You worked well with Esca too, very genuine, it was hot to watch."
Marcus smiles gratified, genuinely moving warm inside to the praise.
Robin resettles his headphones and his eyes to watching once more, then after a few minutes solid attention on the moving version of Marcus says to him, head cocked to the side, eyes still half on the images in his palm.
"You know I would probably be able to sell this to a studio if you were interested in letting it out."
Marcus has distinct trouble in focusing on what he's said.
"A studio?"
"Yes I have contacts, they would pay us for the rights to distribute it and put it out on DVD for sale. Of course it would mean a wider audience but it would also be more money once it was sold, and if you were thinking of going further in the business it would really help to have a piece edited together to show casting directors."
Marcus has little reaction at first, and tries to assemble his thoughts on the issue as he does the clothes at his feet, but his head is too distracted by thoughts of Esca, what he feels about him, the longing, the want to talk to him, and how it contrasts with what he thinks he should feel about him.
"Can I think about it?"
"Of course dear boy. I'd be perfectly happy to keep it for my own personal consumption if you decided not to let it go, but as I said, in the long run it might be wiser to let it loose."
Though the prospective scenario sticks only a little in Marcus' brain, he now feels some instinctive, immediate resistance to it.
He feels his father's businessman's paranoia and mistrust of Robin all of a sudden, as though he will take the money if Marcus agrees that he can sell it. He feels like he should contact a lawyer, most out of character. Then the thought of other people seeing the tape upsets him too - also not like him.
Marcus knows all this is just because he is tired, and wants to stall all decisions until he is feeling more reasonable. Then he thinks he'd like to speak to Esca about what he thinks he should do. He snorts at himself at that, he wants Esca's advice? He's only just met him.
All the same he asks casually.
"So where'd Esca go to?"
"Ah, shower I should imagine."
Marcus thinks fleetingly of himself as his father, toying with that gun, all alone in the motel at the end, and finally asks.
FILL: Skin on Skin part 10 of ?
anonymous
December 14 2011, 00:37:40 UTC
Outside the open door of the bathroom the shower is as loud as a waterfall. Marcus enters quick before self consciousness has the opportunity to mount up within him. The frosted glass cubicle faces the door. Esca, inside it, sees him immediately, and slides the door almost all the way open, peering around it, to say with a cheerful grin.
"Peek-a-boo."
Marcus smiles back at him, feeling a mite awkward, too large for the room and for the boy before him. Trying to quell it, repress it from awareness.
"Hey."
Esca raises eyebrows at him and says.
"I'll be out in a minute, you may as well wait there." Then completely un self consciously he steps back under the spray leaving the door wide open, moving more central so that his naked back and ass are now in Marcus' full view.
Wanting to speak but not knowing how to start Marcus says.
"Yeah, cos I sort of wanted to talk to you."
"Yeah?" Esca asks, looking over his shoulder, face tense and worried.
"It's ok dude it's not anything to worry about."
"Oooohkay" Esca says as if not quite convinced, turning back into the spray anyway.
Nervous about what he's about to say, Marcus now really notices that Esca's body slick with water is before him and that faced away into the spray as he is Marcus can freely stare at his shiny, smooth little ass without being seen, so he does.
Pretty soon he forgets to say anything.
After a beat Esca looks over his shoulder and asks.
"What were you gonna say?"
He catches Marcus staring at his ass and smirks. It starts Marcus talking nervously at once.
"I don't wanna offend you, or like, presume anything, but I'd really like to hang out, or you know something."
"God that's well offensive. I think that's the most offensive thing anyone's ever said to me, and I mean I'm someone who gets slapped on the arse and called a whore on a regular basis."
Marcus feels laughter swell from him like it's uncontrollable. It meets Esca's beaming face.
"What ya doing now?" Esca asks.
"Ummm nothing."
"Not like right now," Esca says, laughing.
Marcus laughs too, "I was gonna go home, eat, sleep, try not to think about what I've just done, you know."
Esca finds it charming and expression bright asks.
"Oh ok, well d'ya wanna go somewhere with me?"
"Yeah," Marcus says.
"Cool, so where d'ya wanna go?" Esca asks, facing him now, stroking over a pec sluiced by a stream of water. Marcus feels the encouragement he is being given to stare at Esca's body and does just that, taking in the pale, hard cords of muscle, his plump cock, with little ability or need to answer his question.
There is still heat between them, made worse by the fact that they have just fucked with no hard feelings at all.
Esca's stare draws distracted from Marcus' eyes to his crotch. Marcus feels his cock jerk in response to the challenge of his gaze
Smoothing a hand over his hair, sending trails of water down over his chest Esca breathes, eyes dark and dangerous.
"D'ya wanna take your clothes off?"
"I dunno dude do I?"
"I should say so, I mean unless you want clothes burn when I do it for you, might be fun, in a masochistic sort of a way."
Esca makes a raw, high noise, then pants harsh, low and continuous.
Marcus fucks in and out, every inch of movement giving him an acute, vicious stab of ecstasy in his cock that flares in his balls and belly drawing him to plunge in further.
"Uh, yeah, do it hard." Esca pants.
Marcus exhales hoarse and strangulated, thrusts in forceful, then fucks down into him rough. Esca faces down into the bed, bearing down, taking it, panting deep. Marcus feels Esca's ass loosen, open around him, hears him grunt guttural in pleasure seperate from any pain.
The whole rubbing, squeezing movement of fucking sends a rightful flaming trail of light and pleasure circuiting around his head and body.
"Uh, that's it, uh, softer now."
Under great strain and self control Marcus stills himself at once to a slow, rocking, sensual pump into the swell of his ass, trying to smooth all harshness from his hips. Slow pounded and panting shivery, delighted by his motion, Esca gasps, the smile obvious, as ever, in the quality of his voice.
"Fucking hell you take direction well."
Marcus smiles and spurred on thrusts in and out faster, still keeping his motion smooth, silent save for puffing breaths, heart racing, filling his throat. He puts his hands down on the bed either side of Esca's head to support himself as he fucks into him with increased vigour and concentration, his arms falling by the side of his face. Esca turns and breathes warm pants at the penetration out against the tendons of an arm and Marcus feels a deep giggle at the shivery sensation melting into the tense want in his guts.
Then Esca kisses and licks warm and wet there, swallowing the grunts forced from him as he takes his cock. Marcus feels his heart surge at the demonstrable affection to the move. He feels incited and wanting to really make him feel his cock, grinds his hips mercilessly inside him. His mouth stops moving against Marcus' flesh as overwhelmed he makes a loud high sound of exertion and increased pleasure.
Gratified smiling down at the back of his head Marcus asks.
"You like that cock?"
"Uh, yeah," Esca says voice still smile soft as he moans, "uh, uh, fuck me."
Marcus does, barely withdrawing just jabbing up inside him constant, sharp and quick.
Esca is a stream of base needy noise beneath him and it clearly takes effort for him to say.
"Uh god, need to get up on my knees and wank."
"Yeah that's it, up on your hands and knees while I fuck your slutty little hole." Marcus slurs, laughing a little at his deliberately overblown attempt at sex speak. On all fours Esca looks over his shoulder at him, his eyes brighter blue against his reddened cheeks, then gaze hard, mouth smirking, demands.
"Touch my prick."
"Such a gentleman,"
Marcus says, and they both laugh as he complies. Having hold of the hot, veiny swell of it Marcus feels fulfillment flow in his guts. It is something chemical that deep feeling of rightness and taken with it he strips it off in a hard tugging motion for a bit as he plows him in the ass.
"You're so hard," Marcus says impressed.
"Yeah. I like getting your massive dick."
"Yeah?" Marcus says spurred to punctuating this with a rough, out of rhythm thrust up into him, thrilling at the power he feels when Esca grunts shocked and loud and begs.
"Yeah, uh that's it, really fucking stick it in me."
"Ah. You gonna come off from me pounding you slut?" Marcus says breathless.
The word slut has stopped being hilarious and become something they both groan at in arousal.
"Uh, uh, maybe," he grunts guttural.
Feeling like he's spurred to a challenge Marcus thrusts with attention given to finding his prostate, feeling Esca's motion backwards and moving with him, really focusing on giving him what he wants, gratified when pleasured laughter bubbles from him sliced every so often by raw pleasured gasps.
It's exquisite to hear because it makes Marcus feel as though they are fucking because they like one another.
Then Esca stops moving his whole body tensing up shockingly hard and fast as he says.
"Ah I'm fucking close."
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He's not the only one who's fucking close. JFC this is so intense and hot. Guh.
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Always happy to make you laugh, bb ♥
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I love how the two of them have an immediate connection (pun half intended) and how cute Esca is being and how much Marcus wants it.
Loving the narrative and the sex, OMFG... !!
Thanks for this lovely update. ♥
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"Yeah?" Marcus says in a huff.
"Yeah, I touch my prick at all I'm gonna shoot all over the place."
"Rub it then."
"Not yet. Come on my arse first."
Grinding, frustrated Marcus says,
"Make me come on it then you little slut."
Esca has the vibe of the talk and urges,
"Just use that dirty fuckin hole." His voice is a reedy, desperate plea that makes the promise of satisfaction pulse intense in Marcus' balls. He speeds into him, jabbing in tight, quick little motions, needing to come so much, unable to do anything but fuck to that end.
Aside spiked, fucked out breaths, all Esca does is beg.
"Just fuckin come all over me, yeah cover me in your fuckin come."
His harsh voice is enough, the teasing, impending fulfillment Marcus desperately chases is finally pinned and snaps sharp in his balls pulling a thick bliss throughout the whole of him.
"I'm gonna come," he says, pulling out of him in a frantically fast, slick slide of lube, snapping the condom off quick. His hand goes to his shaft, exquisitely slippery with pre come, to direct the imminent firing.
"Stick your ass out."
Esca does as told, head bowed down, ass arching upwards, and Marcus happily shoots off trails of spunk on his upturned cheek, then more in glistening strands down his crack. Hips pistoning his cock hard into his hand until he is entirely sated.
By the time he is done, Esca is a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. Leaning in, stuck to the muscular curve of his back Marcus strokes his cock. Esca puts his hand over his grip, encouraging him to really squeeze at his balls as he thrusts. In the midst of the second push he pants.
"Uh, uh, I'm gonna loose it."
"Lay on your back, come where the camera can see you," Robin requests.
Disentangling from Marcus and rolling onto his back, breathing deeply, trying to control himself, in evident pain, Esca spreads his white thighs wide. His cock is up to his belly, dark red and slick, tender looking, like a bruise. He fingers it lightly, then pulls hard, bucking his hips as he groans, it is so base and necessary, beautiful.
"Uh, fuck. Call me a slut again. I like that."
Exhausted Marcus lays beside him and shivering at his perversity says slow and deep.
"You feel my cum on you slut?"
Esca nods and moans tensely "Yeah", eyes barely open, breathing so hard in response that he shudders.
He is so beautifully young looking, the shining filaments of his hair and eyes vibrant, glistening white teeth between parted rose coloured lips that blend with his desperately pink face.
Marcus adores and whispers infatuated into the side of his face
"Such a hot little whore, gonna come, spill all over yourself?"
Esca shuffles his hand hard and fast, coddling the head of his cock with it's sheath of skin again and again until a gigantic, harsh, gulp of a sigh comes from him. His body quakes once and he spurts copious and glorious, spraying his sweat glistened skin up to the level of his nipples, then smaller arcs on his abs.
Head back, he pants so hard that his mouth is wide to emit them.
Smiling Marcus can't help himself, and bends his head to lick the pearls of it pebbling his flesh. Esca groans and comes some more, and Marcus sucks from the tip of his cock as he convulses the ends of his orgasm.
"Get here." Esca says with as much fierceness as he can summon through his exhaustion. Esca wants a kiss, so Marcus licks his throat, at the salt of sweat there, then traces that scent of Esca's and finding it strongest further up, just at the line of his damp hair buries his nose deep into it. Then he licks across Esca's cheek into his mouth where wanting him Esca sticks his tongue in deep, spent cock giving a jerk against Marcus' thigh.
Marcus finds himself barely able to let him go, holding him, mindlessly clinging and its a wrench when Esca works himself loose and gets up, entirely naked to leave the room without a word.
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I cannot deal with how insanely hot and how insanely awesome this is. hnnnngh.
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Esca walking off without a word doesn't bode well. Looking forward to the next update. ♥
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Esca's vacation tugs at Marcus, causes a hollow spot of abandonment in his chest. He feels a great urge to get up and follow him but instead stays still on the bed feeling foolish.
It's porn, he thinks to himself, they've fucked, that's all, it's simple. He isn't going to last long in this profession if he starts pining for a guy just from fucking him, he needs to work his head out.
Marcus has had a fair amount of casual sex. He usually knows how to draw boundaries and rarely does any feeling of connection start when he's come, and he can sever any that spring up inside him, so he tries to focus on thinking this want for Esca out of himself, but for some reason the connection persists.
Control and reason keep running away from him. Dazed and annoyed at the fact that he has to feel like that at a time like this, he sits on the side of the bed, looking at the floor waiting for Esca, sure that he will come back as his clothes are there.
Feeling it proper for his dick to be concealed now it has no purpose being otherwise, he pulls the duvet over his lap and reaches down for his discarded clothes, pulling them toward him, shrugging his underwear back on. As he does he remembers in a flash Esca not wearing any, cock free and easy against denim, then rigid and hot in his hand, the perfect size and shape.
He tries to focus on what he should care about and looks up at Robin who is watching the footage back on some hand held device.
"Did I do ok?" Marcus asks.
"Yes you were magnificent, perfect. Very good comeshot, especially for a first timer - alot of the boys I've worked with have a bit of trouble pulling out first off but you were great. You worked well with Esca too, very genuine, it was hot to watch."
Marcus smiles gratified, genuinely moving warm inside to the praise.
Robin resettles his headphones and his eyes to watching once more, then after a few minutes solid attention on the moving version of Marcus says to him, head cocked to the side, eyes still half on the images in his palm.
"You know I would probably be able to sell this to a studio if you were interested in letting it out."
Marcus has distinct trouble in focusing on what he's said.
"A studio?"
"Yes I have contacts, they would pay us for the rights to distribute it and put it out on DVD for sale. Of course it would mean a wider audience but it would also be more money once it was sold, and if you were thinking of going further in the business it would really help to have a piece edited together to show casting directors."
Marcus has little reaction at first, and tries to assemble his thoughts on the issue as he does the clothes at his feet, but his head is too distracted by thoughts of Esca, what he feels about him, the longing, the want to talk to him, and how it contrasts with what he thinks he should feel about him.
"Can I think about it?"
"Of course dear boy. I'd be perfectly happy to keep it for my own personal consumption if you decided not to let it go, but as I said, in the long run it might be wiser to let it loose."
Though the prospective scenario sticks only a little in Marcus' brain, he now feels some instinctive, immediate resistance to it.
He feels his father's businessman's paranoia and mistrust of Robin all of a sudden, as though he will take the money if Marcus agrees that he can sell it. He feels like he should contact a lawyer, most out of character. Then the thought of other people seeing the tape upsets him too - also not like him.
Marcus knows all this is just because he is tired, and wants to stall all decisions until he is feeling more reasonable. Then he thinks he'd like to speak to Esca about what he thinks he should do. He snorts at himself at that, he wants Esca's advice? He's only just met him.
All the same he asks casually.
"So where'd Esca go to?"
"Ah, shower I should imagine."
Marcus thinks fleetingly of himself as his father, toying with that gun, all alone in the motel at the end, and finally asks.
"Where is it?"
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"Peek-a-boo."
Marcus smiles back at him, feeling a mite awkward, too large for the room and for the boy before him. Trying to quell it, repress it from awareness.
"Hey."
Esca raises eyebrows at him and says.
"I'll be out in a minute, you may as well wait there." Then completely un self consciously he steps back under the spray leaving the door wide open, moving more central so that his naked back and ass are now in Marcus' full view.
Wanting to speak but not knowing how to start Marcus says.
"Yeah, cos I sort of wanted to talk to you."
"Yeah?" Esca asks, looking over his shoulder, face tense and worried.
"It's ok dude it's not anything to worry about."
"Oooohkay" Esca says as if not quite convinced, turning back into the spray anyway.
Nervous about what he's about to say, Marcus now really notices that Esca's body slick with water is before him and that faced away into the spray as he is Marcus can freely stare at his shiny, smooth little ass without being seen, so he does.
Pretty soon he forgets to say anything.
After a beat Esca looks over his shoulder and asks.
"What were you gonna say?"
He catches Marcus staring at his ass and smirks. It starts Marcus talking nervously at once.
"I don't wanna offend you, or like, presume anything, but I'd really like to hang out, or you know something."
"God that's well offensive. I think that's the most offensive thing anyone's ever said to me, and I mean I'm someone who gets slapped on the arse and called a whore on a regular basis."
Marcus feels laughter swell from him like it's uncontrollable. It meets Esca's beaming face.
"What ya doing now?" Esca asks.
"Ummm nothing."
"Not like right now," Esca says, laughing.
Marcus laughs too, "I was gonna go home, eat, sleep, try not to think about what I've just done, you know."
Esca finds it charming and expression bright asks.
"Oh ok, well d'ya wanna go somewhere with me?"
"Yeah," Marcus says.
"Cool, so where d'ya wanna go?" Esca asks, facing him now, stroking over a pec sluiced by a stream of water. Marcus feels the encouragement he is being given to stare at Esca's body and does just that, taking in the pale, hard cords of muscle, his plump cock, with little ability or need to answer his question.
There is still heat between them, made worse by the fact that they have just fucked with no hard feelings at all.
Esca's stare draws distracted from Marcus' eyes to his crotch. Marcus feels his cock jerk in response to the challenge of his gaze
Smoothing a hand over his hair, sending trails of water down over his chest Esca breathes, eyes dark and dangerous.
"D'ya wanna take your clothes off?"
"I dunno dude do I?"
"I should say so, I mean unless you want clothes burn when I do it for you, might be fun, in a masochistic sort of a way."
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