Fill 5b/? - School Days: Ties and Tattoos
anonymous
March 25 2011, 03:31:14 UTC
When he finally goes up to his room, Esca’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, absorbed in a book. He lowers it warily when Marcus enters.
Marcus waves his hand. “Carry on.” He’s exhausted.
“Your shoes.”
“Yeah, I just said that to get you out of there.” Marcus shrugs.
“Thank you.” Esca mutters.
“No problem.” Marcus kicks off his shoes and starts getting changed. He feels better once he’s in sweats and t-shirt. Esca hasn’t moved, his eyes on Marcus.
“Your scar…”
“Yeah?” Marcus looks at him, feeling self-conscious for the first time. He’s grown used to his scar. It’s taken time, but it’s part of him now. It’s been so long since he’s thought about somebody else seeing it…
“Nothing.” Esca drops his head down, like he wasn’t just studying Marcus’s thigh.
“I fucked it up in a motorcycle accident. It was my own damn fault.” Marcus looks at his leg ruefully. “I just get tired of explaining it. People always assume I’ll do sports.” He trails off, unable to figure out what Esca’s thinking, what his expression means.
“Anyway. Um…” Once again he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be doing. Like he’s supposed to have a list of orders for Esca, and he doesn’t know what they are. "You can go."
He tries not to take it personally when Esca looks relieved.
It isn’t until later that Marcus thinks to check his stash. The three rolled magazines he had tucked away are gone.
“That little fucker.”
Still, he has to admit, he’s impressed. He’d never have had the balls to make off with an older boy’s porn. Marcus can’t help wondering which pictures Esca will enjoy…which ones he’ll linger over.
And since Esca snagged his porn, Marcus doesn’t really feel that guilty thinking about the younger boy while he jerks off that night. Esca’s only younger by a year, but there’s something about the difference in their sizes that makes Marcus feel like he’s ancient compared to the other boy.
It was all too easy, thinking about Esca as he stroked himself. Marcus had him memorized already. The pale wiry torso framed by the sharp contrast of the tattoo.
Marcus bites his lip as he comes, and sighs. This is not a good start.
Re: Fill 5b/? - School Days: Ties and TattooscoeurdesoleilMarch 25 2011, 11:57:38 UTC
I can't decide which one I love more, Marcus or Esca, because they are both so awesome! I love how protective they are of each other already, even if Esca keeps snagging Marcus' stuff...
Fill 6a/? - School Days: Ties and Tattoos
anonymous
March 27 2011, 18:04:35 UTC
Esca does things for Marcus, random things that Marcus doesn‘t even think of asking for. Esca leaves coffee for him on his bedside table, so Marcus can have it before his first class. He turns the radiator on in the morning so the room’s not freezing cold when Marcus drags himself out of bed. Marcus’s room is always neat, his things always tidy. His shoes are polished, his bed neatly made… His knife stays hidden in his boot in the closet. His porn is never returned. (Marcus still hasn’t brought himself to ask Esca about it, although he dreams about it at night sometimes, with his hand between his legs, or in the shower, with the water coursing down his back…)
Marcus is unsure of whether he’s supposed to thank Esca for everything, or ignore the things he does, or what. He observes the other boys with their fags. They don’t treat the other boys particularly well, but none of them are treated as badly as Esca.
“So what’s the deal with him?” Marcus asks Craden, the only boy who hasn’t aimed a single blow towards Esca, but not neither does he seem kindly disposed toward him.
“Him?” Craden snorts. “He’s a charity case. Got a scholarship here because his father. Nobody gives a fuck what we do to him.”
“Huh.” Marcus didn’t really know what to make of that. He didn’t see what the big deal was. Why should it matter?
The first two weeks of school go easily enough. Marcus is nervous, but he doesn’t show it, and that works. People always assume he can handle himself because he’s tall and built, and he uses that to full effect. The troublemakers leave him alone, and the harder teachers go easy on him.
Except for the football coach.
“You should go out for the team.” He tells Marcus after the coach spots him walking across the grass one afternoon.
“Not interested.” Marcus tries to keep walking, but the coach catches his arm.
“Why not?”
“Do I need a reason?”
“A boy like you…yeah.” The coach looks at him critically. “Now it could be that leg of yours, which is understandable, but you could work on that if you really wanted to….or it could be that you like the idea of running around with other boys too much, kicking balls around and whatnot. Either way…” He shrugs.
Marcus flushes. “Not interested.” He repeats, wrenching his arm free.
He goes to his room and paces until his leg aches…and then he sinks onto the bed with a frustrated growl. How did the coach know? There’s only one person who could have told him.
Fill 6b/? - School Days: Ties and Tattoos
anonymous
March 27 2011, 18:11:14 UTC
He finds Esca in the public bathhouse, the one where all the younger boys shower. Marcus checks it quickly, but there’s no one else there. Perfect. He closes the door behind him. Esca looks up warily, dropping the cleaning brush into the bucket of soapy water beside him.
“What’d you tell him?” Marcus advances threateningly.
Esca just looks up at him. “Tell who?” He’s either very good at acting, or he’s telling the truth. It’s hard to say.
“The football coach. Come on,” He pulls Esca to his feet. “What’d you tell him?”
“Nothing.” Esca tries to pull free, but Marcus shoves him against the wall.
“You told him about those magazines, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”
“No!” Esca shouts hoarsely.
Marcus doesn’t believe him, and he really really wants to punch Esca in the stomach right now…but even as he curls his fingers into a fist, he knows he can’t do it…so he lowers his hand and sighs.
“Sorry.”
“What?” Esca stares at him incredulously.
Marcus clears his throat. “Sorry…it’s just…he guessed, and I assumed you were the one to tell him and…” He shrugs uncomfortably. “It doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t bother me…it’s just one more thing my dad was disappointed in and…” He runs his hand through his hair. “I’m tired of it.” Marcus has no idea why he's babbling like this to Esca. It's not something he does, not to anyone.
Esca is still looking at him like he’s mental. “So…you’re trying to tell me you’re gay?”
Marcus snorts. “You trying to tell me you didn’t guess?”
Esca shrugs. “Half the boys here are buggering the other half. It doesn’t mean you’re gay.”
“Yeah…well.” Marcus tries not to let that image run rampant through his mind, especially with him buggering Esca. It’s all too easy to picture. “That’s not how I work.”
“I believe you. Christ,” Marcus rubbed at his temple. He had a headache now. “Fucking sports.” He rubs at his leg, willing the ache to go away. “He said it could go away if I worked on it. Like I haven’t been working on it.”
“What do you do?”
“I used to run. Haven’t really since I got here.” He’s too self conscious about his leg, and he cares too little about sports to actually try. If he did try to strengthen his leg, it wouldn’t be for football. It’d be so he could ride a bike again.
Fill 6c/? - School Days: Ties and Tattoos
anonymous
March 27 2011, 19:37:48 UTC
“There’s a track.” Esca says at last. The words are barely audible, like he’s not too sure about speaking them.
“What?”
“A running track. An unused one. It goes around by the forest. The other boys use the one closer to the playing fields. I could show you…if you want.”
Marcus isn’t sure what he wants, he doesn’t want to commit to anything to do with his leg…but Esca’s offering something that he doesn’t have to and Marcus can’t refuse that.
“Okay, show me.”
The track is rough, and slightly overgrown, but private enough if Marcus wanted to run. It curves around the trees and down by the river before returning to the school. It'll work, if he wants it to.
“Thanks.” He tells Esca, as they head back.
Esca shrugs. He seems more relaxed once they’re out of sight of the school, like he can breathe again. ‘Wonder what it’d take to make him smile?’ Marcus thinks, and he knows he’s set himself a challenge.
“So…” Marcus clears his throat.
“So what?” Esca has his hands in his pockets as he walks, a slouching comfortable gait.
“Any picture you liked in particular?”
Esca glances at him. “What?”
“In the, you know…magazines.” Marcus falters slightly, and feels like an idiot, and then Esca laughs slightly.
“Oh. No. Not really my type.”
They walk a little further.
“So why you’d take them then?” Marcus asks next.
“To see if I could.” Esca shrugs. "It's a thing..."
“Don’t you get punished?”
“Only if I get caught.” Esca glances at him warily then. “Are you going to tell?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Why would I?” Marcus counters. He doesn’t blame Esca for not trusting him, but at the same time, why won’t the boy just give him a fucking break?
“Any of the others would report me.”
“Why you’d tell me then?” Marcus refrains from shouting ‘I’m not like them!’ He doesn’t think it will help.
“I don’t know.” Esca says frankly.
“Oh…”
They walk a little further…
“So,” Marcus hesitates, dares himself, then goes on, “What is your type?”
Esca looks at him and just smiles, and doesn’t answer.
Fill 7a/? - School Days: Ties and Tattoos
anonymous
March 28 2011, 04:05:46 UTC
Marcus starts running before his first class of the day. Not every morning, his leg aches too much for that. But it's more than he used run to…and that’s progress enough for the moment.
At night his leg aches and keeps him awake. He’s lonely. He could hang out in the common room with the other students, but he prefers to stay up in his room. At least he has plenty of time to study. His grades go up; his teachers are happy.
The other boys in the house seem to be cool with him, although not overly friendly, which is alright with Marcus. He’s not there for friends. He’s there to finish his education, graduate with as many honors as possible and then get the fuck out. Still, sometimes, when he’s lying in his bed alone at time, he can’t help thinking that it would be nice to have a friend.
Marcus buys two bottles of wine when he goes into the village on Friday afternoon and smuggles them into his room. He drinks the first one that evening lying on his back, listening to Dire Straits and staring moodily at the ceiling. The loneliness is worse tonight. So, in all honesty, he’s not really too put out when he get summoned to Placid’s room by the head boy’s fag, a skinny boy named Williams. He’s rather buzzed and the thought of some company is almost pleasant.
Until he enters and sees Esca standing there in the center of the room.
Fill 7b/? - School Days: Ties and Tattoos
anonymous
March 28 2011, 04:12:00 UTC
“Come in, come in.” Placid gestures him forward amiably.
Marcus closes the door. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing serious.” Placid says easily. “Just a house matter.”
“Oh.” Marcus still isn’t sure what’s going. Esca hasn’t looked up. His hands are clasped behind his back, his eyes focused on the floor.
“Marcus, Marcus, Marcus…” Placidius shakes his head. “You are not utilizing your fag’s full range of duties.” He sounds like he's chiding a kid for not doing his chores.
“How do you mean?” Marcus looks up.
“He‘s still walking straight for one thing. Trousers, down,” He barks the order at Esca, who silently undoes his trousers, pushing them down to his thighs. There‘s only a moment of hesitation before he pushes his shorts down as well.
Plaicid, walks around him, inspecting him critically. “You haven’t even marked him.” Esca clasps his hands in front of his crotch, but the older boy knocks them away. “Don’t bother covering yourself up. There’s nothing to see.”
Marcus begs to differ. Esca’s cock is of a good size. There’s light brown hair at his crotch. it looks almost soft, and he wonders what Esca’s scent is like. Marcus suppresses the urge fall to his knees and bury his face in it.
Placid grips Esca’s neck, pushing him forward so that the boy’s nose is practically touching his knees. “Look at that.”
Esca’s backside is completely delectable, two perfect rounded globes with the faintest bruises left over from that first beating Marcus had seen administered that first day. He resisted the urge to trace the lines of those bruises. He wants to squeeze Esca’s ass until it’s rosy, to feel Esca arch into his palm. Marcus swallows.
“What about it?” He manages to ask without sounding completely overcome.
“I know he’s not much to look at, but he’s perfect adequate.” Placid says.
“So?” Marcus sounds completely nonchalant. He’s pleased with this. If he can just keep his cool, maybe everything will be okay.
“Look, if you don’t want him, there’s a fellow in Seal House who’s absurdly fond of him. I can always transfer him.”
“I like him just fine.” Marcus says. “I…prefer not to leave marks.”
It’s a lie. He’d like to leave marks all over Esca’s body, making him remember Marcus every time he moves a single muscle. But it seems wrong somehow, to share that with Placid. It’s none of his business. Esca is beyond that.
“As you like.” Placid shrugs. “It just seems a waste. He bruises so prettily.” He palms one of Esca’s cheeks, squeezing slightly.
Marcus can’t see Esca’s face, but his knees are trembling slightly.
“He’s always so tight,” Placid says, sliding the tips of his fingers between Esca’s cheeks. “It’s fascinating. Would you mind if I borrowed him for the evening?”
“What about your own fag?” Marcus manages, over the sudden tightness in his chest.
“Variety, Marcus is the spice of the life.” Placid tells him.
“Well, normally, I’d say yes, Placid, but I had plans myself tonight.”
“Oh well, in that case.” Placid pats Esca’s ass almost gently. “Pull up your trousers and go up to his room.” Esca obeys silently.
Marcus stays for a whiskey, and has to hear a long monologue on which fag gives the best blowjob. Placid’s tried them all of course.
He’s slightly drunker by the time he finally manages to excuse himself and escape upstairs.
Re: Fill 7b/? - School Days: Ties and Tattooso_contraryMarch 28 2011, 06:32:49 UTC
LOL, a fair few of my family members and friends/acquaintances have gone to non-co-ed boarding schools (and some co-ed, too), so I'm reading and trying to shut my brain off from thinking thoughts that cannot be unthought. O.O LALALALALALA I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW, KTHXBAI.
Marcus is such a woobie, and in so far over his head already, and Esca is so *inscrutable.* It's a winning combination.
Re: Fill 7b/? - School Days: Ties and TattooscoeurdesoleilMarch 28 2011, 18:59:33 UTC
I am so horrified and creeped out by Placid and basically everyone in this school except for Esca and Marcus. But yay for Marcus continuing to show some moral fiber!
Marcus waves his hand. “Carry on.” He’s exhausted.
“Your shoes.”
“Yeah, I just said that to get you out of there.” Marcus shrugs.
“Thank you.” Esca mutters.
“No problem.” Marcus kicks off his shoes and starts getting changed. He feels better once he’s in sweats and t-shirt. Esca hasn’t moved, his eyes on Marcus.
“Your scar…”
“Yeah?” Marcus looks at him, feeling self-conscious for the first time. He’s grown used to his scar. It’s taken time, but it’s part of him now. It’s been so long since he’s thought about somebody else seeing it…
“Nothing.” Esca drops his head down, like he wasn’t just studying Marcus’s thigh.
“I fucked it up in a motorcycle accident. It was my own damn fault.” Marcus looks at his leg ruefully. “I just get tired of explaining it. People always assume I’ll do sports.” He trails off, unable to figure out what Esca’s thinking, what his expression means.
“Anyway. Um…” Once again he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be doing. Like he’s supposed to have a list of orders for Esca, and he doesn’t know what they are. "You can go."
He tries not to take it personally when Esca looks relieved.
It isn’t until later that Marcus thinks to check his stash. The three rolled magazines he had tucked away are gone.
“That little fucker.”
Still, he has to admit, he’s impressed. He’d never have had the balls to make off with an older boy’s porn. Marcus can’t help wondering which pictures Esca will enjoy…which ones he’ll linger over.
And since Esca snagged his porn, Marcus doesn’t really feel that guilty thinking about the younger boy while he jerks off that night. Esca’s only younger by a year, but there’s something about the difference in their sizes that makes Marcus feel like he’s ancient compared to the other boy.
It was all too easy, thinking about Esca as he stroked himself. Marcus had him memorized already. The pale wiry torso framed by the sharp contrast of the tattoo.
Marcus bites his lip as he comes, and sighs. This is not a good start.
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sorry marcus, i have to contradict you there. this is among the best possible of all starts.
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Marcus is unsure of whether he’s supposed to thank Esca for everything, or ignore the things he does, or what. He observes the other boys with their fags. They don’t treat the other boys particularly well, but none of them are treated as badly as Esca.
“So what’s the deal with him?” Marcus asks Craden, the only boy who hasn’t aimed a single blow towards Esca, but not neither does he seem kindly disposed toward him.
“Him?” Craden snorts. “He’s a charity case. Got a scholarship here because his father. Nobody gives a fuck what we do to him.”
“Huh.” Marcus didn’t really know what to make of that. He didn’t see what the big deal was. Why should it matter?
The first two weeks of school go easily enough. Marcus is nervous, but he doesn’t show it, and that works. People always assume he can handle himself because he’s tall and built, and he uses that to full effect. The troublemakers leave him alone, and the harder teachers go easy on him.
Except for the football coach.
“You should go out for the team.” He tells Marcus after the coach spots him walking across the grass one afternoon.
“Not interested.” Marcus tries to keep walking, but the coach catches his arm.
“Why not?”
“Do I need a reason?”
“A boy like you…yeah.” The coach looks at him critically. “Now it could be that leg of yours, which is understandable, but you could work on that if you really wanted to….or it could be that you like the idea of running around with other boys too much, kicking balls around and whatnot. Either way…” He shrugs.
Marcus flushes. “Not interested.” He repeats, wrenching his arm free.
He goes to his room and paces until his leg aches…and then he sinks onto the bed with a frustrated growl. How did the coach know? There’s only one person who could have told him.
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“What’d you tell him?” Marcus advances threateningly.
Esca just looks up at him. “Tell who?” He’s either very good at acting, or he’s telling the truth. It’s hard to say.
“The football coach. Come on,” He pulls Esca to his feet. “What’d you tell him?”
“Nothing.” Esca tries to pull free, but Marcus shoves him against the wall.
“You told him about those magazines, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”
“No!” Esca shouts hoarsely.
Marcus doesn’t believe him, and he really really wants to punch Esca in the stomach right now…but even as he curls his fingers into a fist, he knows he can’t do it…so he lowers his hand and sighs.
“Sorry.”
“What?” Esca stares at him incredulously.
Marcus clears his throat. “Sorry…it’s just…he guessed, and I assumed you were the one to tell him and…” He shrugs uncomfortably. “It doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t bother me…it’s just one more thing my dad was disappointed in and…” He runs his hand through his hair. “I’m tired of it.” Marcus has no idea why he's babbling like this to Esca. It's not something he does, not to anyone.
Esca is still looking at him like he’s mental. “So…you’re trying to tell me you’re gay?”
Marcus snorts. “You trying to tell me you didn’t guess?”
Esca shrugs. “Half the boys here are buggering the other half. It doesn’t mean you’re gay.”
“Yeah…well.” Marcus tries not to let that image run rampant through his mind, especially with him buggering Esca. It’s all too easy to picture. “That’s not how I work.”
“I didn’t think so.” Esca straightens up. “Look…I didn’t tell anyone.”
“I believe you. Christ,” Marcus rubbed at his temple. He had a headache now. “Fucking sports.” He rubs at his leg, willing the ache to go away. “He said it could go away if I worked on it. Like I haven’t been working on it.”
“What do you do?”
“I used to run. Haven’t really since I got here.” He’s too self conscious about his leg, and he cares too little about sports to actually try. If he did try to strengthen his leg, it wouldn’t be for football. It’d be so he could ride a bike again.
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Loving this!
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“What?”
“A running track. An unused one. It goes around by the forest. The other boys use the one closer to the playing fields. I could show you…if you want.”
Marcus isn’t sure what he wants, he doesn’t want to commit to anything to do with his leg…but Esca’s offering something that he doesn’t have to and Marcus can’t refuse that.
“Okay, show me.”
The track is rough, and slightly overgrown, but private enough if Marcus wanted to run. It curves around the trees and down by the river before returning to the school. It'll work, if he wants it to.
“Thanks.” He tells Esca, as they head back.
Esca shrugs. He seems more relaxed once they’re out of sight of the school, like he can breathe again. ‘Wonder what it’d take to make him smile?’ Marcus thinks, and he knows he’s set himself a challenge.
“So…” Marcus clears his throat.
“So what?” Esca has his hands in his pockets as he walks, a slouching comfortable gait.
“Any picture you liked in particular?”
Esca glances at him. “What?”
“In the, you know…magazines.” Marcus falters slightly, and feels like an idiot, and then Esca laughs slightly.
“Oh. No. Not really my type.”
They walk a little further.
“So why you’d take them then?” Marcus asks next.
“To see if I could.” Esca shrugs. "It's a thing..."
“Don’t you get punished?”
“Only if I get caught.” Esca glances at him warily then. “Are you going to tell?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Why would I?” Marcus counters. He doesn’t blame Esca for not trusting him, but at the same time, why won’t the boy just give him a fucking break?
“Any of the others would report me.”
“Why you’d tell me then?” Marcus refrains from shouting ‘I’m not like them!’ He doesn’t think it will help.
“I don’t know.” Esca says frankly.
“Oh…”
They walk a little further…
“So,” Marcus hesitates, dares himself, then goes on, “What is your type?”
Esca looks at him and just smiles, and doesn’t answer.
Marcus wins and he loses.
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Esca still is understandably wary but I do believe he is starting to warm up to Marcus, yay!
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At night his leg aches and keeps him awake. He’s lonely. He could hang out in the common room with the other students, but he prefers to stay up in his room. At least he has plenty of time to study. His grades go up; his teachers are happy.
The other boys in the house seem to be cool with him, although not overly friendly, which is alright with Marcus. He’s not there for friends. He’s there to finish his education, graduate with as many honors as possible and then get the fuck out. Still, sometimes, when he’s lying in his bed alone at time, he can’t help thinking that it would be nice to have a friend.
Marcus buys two bottles of wine when he goes into the village on Friday afternoon and smuggles them into his room. He drinks the first one that evening lying on his back, listening to Dire Straits and staring moodily at the ceiling. The loneliness is worse tonight. So, in all honesty, he’s not really too put out when he get summoned to Placid’s room by the head boy’s fag, a skinny boy named Williams. He’s rather buzzed and the thought of some company is almost pleasant.
Until he enters and sees Esca standing there in the center of the room.
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Marcus closes the door. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing serious.” Placid says easily. “Just a house matter.”
“Oh.” Marcus still isn’t sure what’s going. Esca hasn’t looked up. His hands are clasped behind his back, his eyes focused on the floor.
“Marcus, Marcus, Marcus…” Placidius shakes his head. “You are not utilizing your fag’s full range of duties.” He sounds like he's chiding a kid for not doing his chores.
“How do you mean?” Marcus looks up.
“He‘s still walking straight for one thing. Trousers, down,” He barks the order at Esca, who silently undoes his trousers, pushing them down to his thighs. There‘s only a moment of hesitation before he pushes his shorts down as well.
Plaicid, walks around him, inspecting him critically. “You haven’t even marked him.” Esca clasps his hands in front of his crotch, but the older boy knocks them away. “Don’t bother covering yourself up. There’s nothing to see.”
Marcus begs to differ. Esca’s cock is of a good size. There’s light brown hair at his crotch. it looks almost soft, and he wonders what Esca’s scent is like. Marcus suppresses the urge fall to his knees and bury his face in it.
Placid grips Esca’s neck, pushing him forward so that the boy’s nose is practically touching his knees. “Look at that.”
Esca’s backside is completely delectable, two perfect rounded globes with the faintest bruises left over from that first beating Marcus had seen administered that first day. He resisted the urge to trace the lines of those bruises. He wants to squeeze Esca’s ass until it’s rosy, to feel Esca arch into his palm. Marcus swallows.
“What about it?” He manages to ask without sounding completely overcome.
“I know he’s not much to look at, but he’s perfect adequate.” Placid says.
“So?” Marcus sounds completely nonchalant. He’s pleased with this. If he can just keep his cool, maybe everything will be okay.
“Look, if you don’t want him, there’s a fellow in Seal House who’s absurdly fond of him. I can always transfer him.”
“I like him just fine.” Marcus says. “I…prefer not to leave marks.”
It’s a lie. He’d like to leave marks all over Esca’s body, making him remember Marcus every time he moves a single muscle. But it seems wrong somehow, to share that with Placid. It’s none of his business. Esca is beyond that.
“As you like.” Placid shrugs. “It just seems a waste. He bruises so prettily.” He palms one of Esca’s cheeks, squeezing slightly.
Marcus can’t see Esca’s face, but his knees are trembling slightly.
“He’s always so tight,” Placid says, sliding the tips of his fingers between Esca’s cheeks. “It’s fascinating. Would you mind if I borrowed him for the evening?”
“What about your own fag?” Marcus manages, over the sudden tightness in his chest.
“Variety, Marcus is the spice of the life.” Placid tells him.
“Well, normally, I’d say yes, Placid, but I had plans myself tonight.”
“Oh well, in that case.” Placid pats Esca’s ass almost gently. “Pull up your trousers and go up to his room.” Esca obeys silently.
Marcus stays for a whiskey, and has to hear a long monologue on which fag gives the best blowjob. Placid’s tried them all of course.
He’s slightly drunker by the time he finally manages to excuse himself and escape upstairs.
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Marcus and Esca, however, are great fun with their strained and somewhat odd relationship. And hot UST is very, very hot.
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Marcus is such a woobie, and in so far over his head already, and Esca is so *inscrutable.* It's a winning combination.
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He is indeed. *pats him on the head* *gives him some tea*
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LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!
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