Knew It All Along [s/a]
Title: Knew It All Along
Author: whntomorrow
Pairing: Zack Merrick/Martin Johnson
Rating: NC-17
POV: Zack's.
Warnings: Bad language. Angst. Smut.
Summary: Zack never expected his life would turn out like this. And he has one person to blame - Martin Johnson.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. And title credit goes to Midtown.
My life got flipped upside down about 10 months ago, a few days after we ended our latest tour just before Christmas, the night I caught Jack fucking Alex in the back lounge. You’d think two years of dating would mean something to Jack, but apparently not. He’d always reassured me that their stage flirting was just for show, but I guess it got the better of him. Despite the fact they both apologised over and over and over, and swore it would never happen again, I couldn’t trust them.
I couldn’t trust Jack.
So I broke up with him and spent Christmas in California with some other friends, a month in total, cutting off all ties to Jack and Alex, and trying desperately to forget about the man that had broken my heart. A lot of heart-to-hearts and alcohol showed me that I could get over Jack and that I wasn’t going to wreck my career and future over a mistake he made. I wasn’t surprised to find out that Jack and Alex were dating when I got back, and after a huge band-and-tour-manager meeting to reassure them all that I wouldn’t be quitting the band (because let’s face it, music is all I had then), we set off on another tour.
This tour was with Boys Like Girls and We The Kings.
Jack and Alex spent a lot of time with Travis Clark, so naturally I either kept to myself, hung out with Rian and the crew, or hung out with Boys Like Girls. There was one problem with all of this - Martin Johnson, the most flamboyant man I’ve ever met. Why is this a problem, you ask? Well, even when I was with Jack, Martin flirted with me non-stop, and, now that I’d broken up with Jack, Martin was even more relentless to the point where even his best friend Paul told him to ease up. At the time I didn’t care though. I didn’t respond to Martin, but I revelled in the attention. It was nice to have someone want me again - and Jack was ridiculously jealous.
For 3 months I resisted Martin’s advances, but in the last month of the tour I gave in while we were staying in a hotel and spent the best part of two days having constant sex with Martin. Somehow no-one knew. Martin had sneakily managed to get himself a room far away from everyone else, and pretended to be ill so everyone would leave him alone, and I volunteered to look after him because I’m just that good a person. No-one questioned it and because they were out drinking, they never found out. For the rest of that last month, Martin and I fucked whenever we had the chance. I think it was the thrill, y’know? The thrill of everyone else finding out - which they never did and still haven’t to this day - and I hadn’t felt as alive as Martin made me feel in a long time.
When the tour ended, we had a slight problem. Jack, Alex, Rian and I were starting to write and record our new album, and so were Boys Like Girls. Even though I’d promised myself not to get attached to the flamboyant singer, I couldn’t help but miss him. But 5 months after the tour ended, we’re still meeting up and fucking like rabbits, and every time is as amazing as that first time. Martin’s an animal in bed, and I know I’ll never be able to sleep with another man or woman without comparing them to him.
I’ve even told Martin this, and he just laughs. I don’t think he takes whatever our relationship is as seriously as I do. Hell, as far as I know he stills sleeps with other guys. Martin even knows I want to make us official, but he just that laughs that off every time too. Fuck it. As long as I can have him in some form, I’ll suck it up. I’m not letting him go, that’s for sure.
Tonight’s one of those nights when Martin is able to visit me. What makes it even better is that my flatmate is out so I can be as rough as I like with Martin. I know he likes it. I drove to the airport to pick him up, and the entire drive back to mine was spent with him kissing my neck and rubbing my thigh and crotch while he rubbed his own crotch. I swear he was trying to make me crash the car! But I managed to get us back in one piece and as soon as the front door was shut behind us, I pushed him up against the wall, crashing our lips together in a fiery kiss.
Fuck, this is what makes all the secrecy, lying and hiding worth it.
Martin’s hands clutched at my hoodie before unzipping it and pushing it off my shoulders, not wasting any time. “No shirt huh? You’re such a slut, Zack,” Martin smirked, running his hands over my abs. I fought back my urge to shudder at his touch.
“Only for you,” I smirked back.
Martin grinned and connected our lips again, this time pushing his tongue past my lips to ravage my mouth, leaving no crevice unexplored and eventually dancing with my own tongue. I didn’t bother to hide the moans travelling from my mouth to his. It’s been too long since I was last inside of Martin and I know my moans turn him on too. Proving my point, I felt Martin’s dick start to bulge against my thigh. I smirked against his lips and decided to have a little fun by rolling my hips against his, only making him whimper as he got harder.
“You’re already hard, you filthy slut. I bet you’re already throbbing to the thought of my dick waist deep inside you. Such a dirty whore,” I murmured against his lips, rolling my hips continuously.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you talk dirty,” Martin growled, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth.
I couldn’t control my moan. “I bet you say that to all the guys you fuck,”
Martin suddenly pulled away from me a little bit, averting his eyes from my face. What the hell? I tilted his head back up to look at me with a finger under his chin, a frown on my lips. This isn’t the Martin I know, especially not when he’s as aroused as he is.
“What’s wrong?” I asked softly.
“I haven’t slept with anyone but you in 5 months, Zack,” Martin admitted.
“But we only started sleeping together about 6 months ago,” I said, shocked.
Martin is so known for being a whore! What the fuck made him stop? Martin must’ve seen the confusion on my face, because he sighed.
“I haven’t been able to sleep with anyone but you. Trust me, I’ve tried. It just…it doesn’t feel the same. It doesn’t feel right,” Martin muttered.
“What are you saying, Martin?” I asked, hesitant about his answer.
“You’ve ruined me for all other men, Merrick! Just like I ruined you! Karma’s a bitch!” Martin said dramatically, throwing his head back as he threw his arms wide.
I chuckled and started pressing hot wet kisses along his jaw, encouraging moans to slip from his lips. Mm, I do love these beautiful noises he makes.
“Ever the drama queen, Johnson,” I mused.
“And that’s what makes you so addicted to me. I make you feel alive, Merrick. I give you what you’ve always craved, and you’ll never have enough,” Martin purred.
Eh, I can’t deny him that. With a grin I threw him over my shoulder, laughing as he yelled in surprise, and I walked down the corridor to my bedroom. Thank fuck my flatmate’s out at the moment, I tell you now. Martin is more vocal than I ever expected him to be, despite the fact he never shuts up in everyday life. Not that I’d ever want him to stop.
I kicked my bedroom door shut behind me, yelping as Martin slapped my ass hard. With a growl and blushing cheeks, I threw him onto my bed, crawling over him predatorily as he laid there watching me, his eyes wide and black with lust. Fuck, he looks so good right now. So fucking good. I straddled his waist, pushing his t-shirt up until only he could pull the rest off, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as Martin threw his t-shirt to one side. I blushed as he subconsciously licked his lips while he watched me, but I shimmied out of the restrictive material, leaving me in only a flimsy pair of boxer shorts. Martin’s still wearing too many clothes for my liking.
“What are you looking at? Get naked Johnson!” I ordered.
Martin bit his bottom lip and wriggled out from underneath me, standing up as he quickly took his jeans and boxers off. Shit, how does he do that so fast?! I smiled lazily as Martin pulled my boxers off too, my already-hard dick standing throbbing and proud.
“So beautiful,” Martin purred, practically drooling.
I beckoned him over with the crook of my finger, and Martin eagerly straddled my waist, both of us moaning as our erections rubbed against each other. Hot. So hot. The friction was almost unbearable but I kept rolling my hips, desperate for that high I knew only he would give, as Martin’s fingers tugged and dragged through my hair, his back arching slightly as he closed his eyes. No, I can’t have him reaching his peak yet. I want him sweating in a half-craze, begging me to take him over the edge. I want him chanting my name like a mantra, his eyes rolling back slightly into his head. I want him. Now.
Without another hesitation, I pushed Martin off me and walked over to my dresser, not bothering to cover up my body as I walked. Martin’s seen me naked plenty of times. I grabbed the newest bottle of lube I could find, as well as a condom, and walked back over to the bed, not surprised to see Martin jerking himself off, his eyes half-lidded and full with lust. Well tough shit, I’m in charge tonight.
“On your hands and knees,” I ordered.
I didn’t miss the smirk on Martin’s lips as he did what I said, quickly getting behind him. With a grin I wrapped my hand around his cock, folding myself over his body slightly.
“What do you want today, hm? Slow and romantic? I could light up some candles, put on some John Mayer…” I trailed off, slowly pumping him enough to drive him crazy.
“Fuck, no. Hard and rough,” Martin grunted, tilting his head back.
“But babe, I thought you’d like to spend some intimate time with me?” I mocked, circling my thumb over his tip.
“I want to spend intimate time with you buried balls deep in my ass and thrusting like an animal,” Martin growled, knowing I was stalling on purpose.
“Well in that case…”
I released my hold on his cock, making him whimper, but ran my tongue down his spine torturously slow. Martin groaned as he realised where I was heading, his dick hardening even more as I spread his cheeks.
“If you even move, you’re getting tied up,” I warned, my breath hitting his entrance.
Martin hates not being able to move his hands during sex. He really hates it.
“N-No, please!” Martin begged.
I love it when he begs.
“Then you have to stay still. Don’t even touch yourself,” I murmured.
Before he could answer, I flicked my tongue against his entrance, Martin instantly crying out. I don’t rim him often because I personally don’t like doing it, but Martin loves it - so why not treat him every now and again? I carried on running my tongue around his entrance, occasionally licking across it, Martin’s moans constant and loud, just how I like them.
“Pl-Please Zack, I n-need more!” Martin whimpered.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his desperation. I love it when he’s like this, gagging for anything I give him. I didn’t hesitate to probe his entrance with my tongue, waiting for him to relax a little before slowly pushing my tongue in, curling it a few times.
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
I burst into laughter as Martin came without warning, and pulled away from him. Martin collapsed onto his side, his face bright red with embarrassment as he looked up at me sheepishly.
“I have done anything in a while, okay?” Martin defended.
“What happened to the guy that jerked off at least three times a day?” I teased, sitting back on my knees.
“I was saving myself for today! Apparently I saved too much!” Martin protested.
“Ssh, I think it’s hot how much you want me,” I grinned.
“Well I want you inside of me, but you aren’t there, are you?” Martin retorted.
In an instant I had him lying on his stomach with a lubed-up condom rolled down on my erection, his hips held up in my hand.
“Want me to prep you?” I asked softly, squeezing his hips a little.
“No, I just want you,” Martin grunted, leaning up on his forearms.
I shrugged and slowly pushed into him until I couldn’t push in any further. Shit. No matter how many times we fuck, this feeling only gets better every time. Every fucking time. I stroked Martin’s dick a few times while he adjusted to the intrusion, waiting until he nodded to put my hands on his hips.
“W-Wait, Zack!” Martin said desperately.
What the fuck?
“Uh, what?” I frowned.
“I-I want to face you. I want to look at you,” Martin said nervously.
He’s never asked this before. What’s up with him? Eh, it doesn’t bother me. I like watching Martin’s expression as he comes. He’s fucking beautiful. Slowly I pulled out of him and turned him onto his back, smiling as he tucked his knees up to his chest. He’s so fucking perfect, and he doesn’t even know it. Pressing a slow kiss to his lips, I pushed back into him, a moan falling from me into him at the new angle. Fuck yes. Martin wriggled his hips almost instantly, making me grin. He’s such a whore. I wish he was my whore.
With my hand in his hair and the other on his hips, I started up a gentle rhythm until Martin scowled up at me, bucking his hips to get me to go harder, faster, deeper. Impatient bitch. Rolling my eyes I gripped his hip harder and started pounding into him; the moans that fell from his lips told me I was doing the right thing. The pounding continued, sweat coating both our skin in a beautiful shine, and our hands, lips, and teeth travelled everywhere, not leaving any skin untouched. I purposely avoided Martin’s dick though. I’d already told him not to touch himself, and even though I had to slap his hands away a few times, he was obeying my command.
Good boy.
“Z-Zack, I need you to touch me!” Martin whined, his fingernails digging into my shoulderblades.
“Not until you’re about to lose your mind,” I retorted, licking a stripe up his neck.
Martin whined again but didn’t protest any further, knowing I wouldn’t give in. I want him to be begging me like his life depends on it. After what felt like hours, and probably was hours, I could feel my skin start to tingle, the delicious sign that my sweat and thrusting wasn’t all for nothing. My hand was still in Martin’s sweat-soaked hair, so I tugged harshly, disrupting Martin’s moans and cries for a scream. Huh. Masochist.
“I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to come long, hot and hard, Filthy and dirty. Screaming and writhing,” I growled in his ear.
Martin couldn’t even reply through gasping as I wrapped my other hand around him, fisting him in time with my rough thrusts, hitting his prostate every time. I know his body too well now. Within seconds Martin came without warning, screaming my name as he arched his back impossibly, shooting all over our chests and even a little on his chin.
Fuck.
His walls clamped down around me, harder than he had done in a long time, and caused my own peak to arrive, sending me over the edge into a white abyss, so much so that I barely remembered to ride out our orgasms. Martin giggled as I collapsed on top of him, but he didn’t move me so I guess he didn’t mind. When I could see straight again I licked the spunk off his chin and pressed a hot fast kiss to his lips, before pulling out of him and rolling onto my side. I don’t care that I’m lying breathless and shaking in a pool of Martin’s jizz and both our sweat, because that was fucking amazing. Beyond fucking amazing.
“Holy shit. Holy shit,” Martin groaned, tangling his fingers with mine. I’m pretty sure that’s the limit to his movement capabilities at the moment, and I wouldn’t blame him. I did just fuck him harder than I have in a very long time.
“And to think, I resisted you for so long. That was fucking mindblowing,” I chuckled, pushing my damp fringe off my forehead.
Martin claims he knew it all along, that I would give in to his advances. I still beg to differ. I could’ve stayed away from Martin, if I really wanted to, but to be honest my life would be so empty without him that staying away would’ve been pointless.
“And that is why I keep you around,” Martin smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to my jaw.
“Please,” I scoffed, “you’d never find anyone with a body as good as mine,”
“Conceited much?” Martin teased.
“I learnt from the best,” I shot back with a grin.
Martin chuckled softly and leant his head up, pressing a slow kiss to my lips which I eagerly arched my back into. Fuck, this is exactly where I want to be.
“Be mine, Zack?” Martin said suddenly, his eyes staring directly into mine.
Woah, what?
“Really? Y-You really mean that?” I choked, not expecting that question.
“I’ve already said you’ve ruined me for all other men, Zack. You mean a lot to me, you know that. And why would I want to be with anyone else when I’m already sleeping with the most perfect man I know?” Martin said with a nervous smile.
A full blown grin spread across my lips, making Martin’s nervous smile stretch into a wide one. I can’t believe it. I can’t actually believe it! That may not have been the most romantic relationship proposal, but I still can’t believe it! After all the laughing and playing it cool, Martin actually wants to be my boyfriend! Holy shit!
“Fuck, I never thought you’d actually want to be with me. Fuck yes I want to be yours,” I said happily.
“Mm good. I almost though you’d say no,” Martin groaned, nuzzling my neck with his nose.
“Like fuck I could ever say no to you,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes.
“That’s true! So…round two?” Martin asked, running his hand over my ass and down my thigh with a sly smile on his face.
I shivered. “I thought you’d never ask,”
Author: whntomorrow
Pairing: Zack Merrick/Martin Johnson
Rating: NC-17
POV: Zack's.
Warnings: Bad language. Angst. Smut.
Summary: Zack never expected his life would turn out like this. And he has one person to blame - Martin Johnson.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. And title credit goes to Midtown.
My life got flipped upside down about 10 months ago, a few days after we ended our latest tour just before Christmas, the night I caught Jack fucking Alex in the back lounge. You’d think two years of dating would mean something to Jack, but apparently not. He’d always reassured me that their stage flirting was just for show, but I guess it got the better of him. Despite the fact they both apologised over and over and over, and swore it would never happen again, I couldn’t trust them.
I couldn’t trust Jack.
So I broke up with him and spent Christmas in California with some other friends, a month in total, cutting off all ties to Jack and Alex, and trying desperately to forget about the man that had broken my heart. A lot of heart-to-hearts and alcohol showed me that I could get over Jack and that I wasn’t going to wreck my career and future over a mistake he made. I wasn’t surprised to find out that Jack and Alex were dating when I got back, and after a huge band-and-tour-manager meeting to reassure them all that I wouldn’t be quitting the band (because let’s face it, music is all I had then), we set off on another tour.
This tour was with Boys Like Girls and We The Kings.
Jack and Alex spent a lot of time with Travis Clark, so naturally I either kept to myself, hung out with Rian and the crew, or hung out with Boys Like Girls. There was one problem with all of this - Martin Johnson, the most flamboyant man I’ve ever met. Why is this a problem, you ask? Well, even when I was with Jack, Martin flirted with me non-stop, and, now that I’d broken up with Jack, Martin was even more relentless to the point where even his best friend Paul told him to ease up. At the time I didn’t care though. I didn’t respond to Martin, but I revelled in the attention. It was nice to have someone want me again - and Jack was ridiculously jealous.
For 3 months I resisted Martin’s advances, but in the last month of the tour I gave in while we were staying in a hotel and spent the best part of two days having constant sex with Martin. Somehow no-one knew. Martin had sneakily managed to get himself a room far away from everyone else, and pretended to be ill so everyone would leave him alone, and I volunteered to look after him because I’m just that good a person. No-one questioned it and because they were out drinking, they never found out. For the rest of that last month, Martin and I fucked whenever we had the chance. I think it was the thrill, y’know? The thrill of everyone else finding out - which they never did and still haven’t to this day - and I hadn’t felt as alive as Martin made me feel in a long time.
When the tour ended, we had a slight problem. Jack, Alex, Rian and I were starting to write and record our new album, and so were Boys Like Girls. Even though I’d promised myself not to get attached to the flamboyant singer, I couldn’t help but miss him. But 5 months after the tour ended, we’re still meeting up and fucking like rabbits, and every time is as amazing as that first time. Martin’s an animal in bed, and I know I’ll never be able to sleep with another man or woman without comparing them to him.
I’ve even told Martin this, and he just laughs. I don’t think he takes whatever our relationship is as seriously as I do. Hell, as far as I know he stills sleeps with other guys. Martin even knows I want to make us official, but he just that laughs that off every time too. Fuck it. As long as I can have him in some form, I’ll suck it up. I’m not letting him go, that’s for sure.
Tonight’s one of those nights when Martin is able to visit me. What makes it even better is that my flatmate is out so I can be as rough as I like with Martin. I know he likes it. I drove to the airport to pick him up, and the entire drive back to mine was spent with him kissing my neck and rubbing my thigh and crotch while he rubbed his own crotch. I swear he was trying to make me crash the car! But I managed to get us back in one piece and as soon as the front door was shut behind us, I pushed him up against the wall, crashing our lips together in a fiery kiss.
Fuck, this is what makes all the secrecy, lying and hiding worth it.
Martin’s hands clutched at my hoodie before unzipping it and pushing it off my shoulders, not wasting any time. “No shirt huh? You’re such a slut, Zack,” Martin smirked, running his hands over my abs. I fought back my urge to shudder at his touch.
“Only for you,” I smirked back.
Martin grinned and connected our lips again, this time pushing his tongue past my lips to ravage my mouth, leaving no crevice unexplored and eventually dancing with my own tongue. I didn’t bother to hide the moans travelling from my mouth to his. It’s been too long since I was last inside of Martin and I know my moans turn him on too. Proving my point, I felt Martin’s dick start to bulge against my thigh. I smirked against his lips and decided to have a little fun by rolling my hips against his, only making him whimper as he got harder.
“You’re already hard, you filthy slut. I bet you’re already throbbing to the thought of my dick waist deep inside you. Such a dirty whore,” I murmured against his lips, rolling my hips continuously.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you talk dirty,” Martin growled, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth.
I couldn’t control my moan. “I bet you say that to all the guys you fuck,”
Martin suddenly pulled away from me a little bit, averting his eyes from my face. What the hell? I tilted his head back up to look at me with a finger under his chin, a frown on my lips. This isn’t the Martin I know, especially not when he’s as aroused as he is.
“What’s wrong?” I asked softly.
“I haven’t slept with anyone but you in 5 months, Zack,” Martin admitted.
“But we only started sleeping together about 6 months ago,” I said, shocked.
Martin is so known for being a whore! What the fuck made him stop? Martin must’ve seen the confusion on my face, because he sighed.
“I haven’t been able to sleep with anyone but you. Trust me, I’ve tried. It just…it doesn’t feel the same. It doesn’t feel right,” Martin muttered.
“What are you saying, Martin?” I asked, hesitant about his answer.
“You’ve ruined me for all other men, Merrick! Just like I ruined you! Karma’s a bitch!” Martin said dramatically, throwing his head back as he threw his arms wide.
I chuckled and started pressing hot wet kisses along his jaw, encouraging moans to slip from his lips. Mm, I do love these beautiful noises he makes.
“Ever the drama queen, Johnson,” I mused.
“And that’s what makes you so addicted to me. I make you feel alive, Merrick. I give you what you’ve always craved, and you’ll never have enough,” Martin purred.
Eh, I can’t deny him that. With a grin I threw him over my shoulder, laughing as he yelled in surprise, and I walked down the corridor to my bedroom. Thank fuck my flatmate’s out at the moment, I tell you now. Martin is more vocal than I ever expected him to be, despite the fact he never shuts up in everyday life. Not that I’d ever want him to stop.
I kicked my bedroom door shut behind me, yelping as Martin slapped my ass hard. With a growl and blushing cheeks, I threw him onto my bed, crawling over him predatorily as he laid there watching me, his eyes wide and black with lust. Fuck, he looks so good right now. So fucking good. I straddled his waist, pushing his t-shirt up until only he could pull the rest off, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as Martin threw his t-shirt to one side. I blushed as he subconsciously licked his lips while he watched me, but I shimmied out of the restrictive material, leaving me in only a flimsy pair of boxer shorts. Martin’s still wearing too many clothes for my liking.
“What are you looking at? Get naked Johnson!” I ordered.
Martin bit his bottom lip and wriggled out from underneath me, standing up as he quickly took his jeans and boxers off. Shit, how does he do that so fast?! I smiled lazily as Martin pulled my boxers off too, my already-hard dick standing throbbing and proud.
“So beautiful,” Martin purred, practically drooling.
I beckoned him over with the crook of my finger, and Martin eagerly straddled my waist, both of us moaning as our erections rubbed against each other. Hot. So hot. The friction was almost unbearable but I kept rolling my hips, desperate for that high I knew only he would give, as Martin’s fingers tugged and dragged through my hair, his back arching slightly as he closed his eyes. No, I can’t have him reaching his peak yet. I want him sweating in a half-craze, begging me to take him over the edge. I want him chanting my name like a mantra, his eyes rolling back slightly into his head. I want him. Now.
Without another hesitation, I pushed Martin off me and walked over to my dresser, not bothering to cover up my body as I walked. Martin’s seen me naked plenty of times. I grabbed the newest bottle of lube I could find, as well as a condom, and walked back over to the bed, not surprised to see Martin jerking himself off, his eyes half-lidded and full with lust. Well tough shit, I’m in charge tonight.
“On your hands and knees,” I ordered.
I didn’t miss the smirk on Martin’s lips as he did what I said, quickly getting behind him. With a grin I wrapped my hand around his cock, folding myself over his body slightly.
“What do you want today, hm? Slow and romantic? I could light up some candles, put on some John Mayer…” I trailed off, slowly pumping him enough to drive him crazy.
“Fuck, no. Hard and rough,” Martin grunted, tilting his head back.
“But babe, I thought you’d like to spend some intimate time with me?” I mocked, circling my thumb over his tip.
“I want to spend intimate time with you buried balls deep in my ass and thrusting like an animal,” Martin growled, knowing I was stalling on purpose.
“Well in that case…”
I released my hold on his cock, making him whimper, but ran my tongue down his spine torturously slow. Martin groaned as he realised where I was heading, his dick hardening even more as I spread his cheeks.
“If you even move, you’re getting tied up,” I warned, my breath hitting his entrance.
Martin hates not being able to move his hands during sex. He really hates it.
“N-No, please!” Martin begged.
I love it when he begs.
“Then you have to stay still. Don’t even touch yourself,” I murmured.
Before he could answer, I flicked my tongue against his entrance, Martin instantly crying out. I don’t rim him often because I personally don’t like doing it, but Martin loves it - so why not treat him every now and again? I carried on running my tongue around his entrance, occasionally licking across it, Martin’s moans constant and loud, just how I like them.
“Pl-Please Zack, I n-need more!” Martin whimpered.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his desperation. I love it when he’s like this, gagging for anything I give him. I didn’t hesitate to probe his entrance with my tongue, waiting for him to relax a little before slowly pushing my tongue in, curling it a few times.
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
I burst into laughter as Martin came without warning, and pulled away from him. Martin collapsed onto his side, his face bright red with embarrassment as he looked up at me sheepishly.
“I have done anything in a while, okay?” Martin defended.
“What happened to the guy that jerked off at least three times a day?” I teased, sitting back on my knees.
“I was saving myself for today! Apparently I saved too much!” Martin protested.
“Ssh, I think it’s hot how much you want me,” I grinned.
“Well I want you inside of me, but you aren’t there, are you?” Martin retorted.
In an instant I had him lying on his stomach with a lubed-up condom rolled down on my erection, his hips held up in my hand.
“Want me to prep you?” I asked softly, squeezing his hips a little.
“No, I just want you,” Martin grunted, leaning up on his forearms.
I shrugged and slowly pushed into him until I couldn’t push in any further. Shit. No matter how many times we fuck, this feeling only gets better every time. Every fucking time. I stroked Martin’s dick a few times while he adjusted to the intrusion, waiting until he nodded to put my hands on his hips.
“W-Wait, Zack!” Martin said desperately.
What the fuck?
“Uh, what?” I frowned.
“I-I want to face you. I want to look at you,” Martin said nervously.
He’s never asked this before. What’s up with him? Eh, it doesn’t bother me. I like watching Martin’s expression as he comes. He’s fucking beautiful. Slowly I pulled out of him and turned him onto his back, smiling as he tucked his knees up to his chest. He’s so fucking perfect, and he doesn’t even know it. Pressing a slow kiss to his lips, I pushed back into him, a moan falling from me into him at the new angle. Fuck yes. Martin wriggled his hips almost instantly, making me grin. He’s such a whore. I wish he was my whore.
With my hand in his hair and the other on his hips, I started up a gentle rhythm until Martin scowled up at me, bucking his hips to get me to go harder, faster, deeper. Impatient bitch. Rolling my eyes I gripped his hip harder and started pounding into him; the moans that fell from his lips told me I was doing the right thing. The pounding continued, sweat coating both our skin in a beautiful shine, and our hands, lips, and teeth travelled everywhere, not leaving any skin untouched. I purposely avoided Martin’s dick though. I’d already told him not to touch himself, and even though I had to slap his hands away a few times, he was obeying my command.
Good boy.
“Z-Zack, I need you to touch me!” Martin whined, his fingernails digging into my shoulderblades.
“Not until you’re about to lose your mind,” I retorted, licking a stripe up his neck.
Martin whined again but didn’t protest any further, knowing I wouldn’t give in. I want him to be begging me like his life depends on it. After what felt like hours, and probably was hours, I could feel my skin start to tingle, the delicious sign that my sweat and thrusting wasn’t all for nothing. My hand was still in Martin’s sweat-soaked hair, so I tugged harshly, disrupting Martin’s moans and cries for a scream. Huh. Masochist.
“I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to come long, hot and hard, Filthy and dirty. Screaming and writhing,” I growled in his ear.
Martin couldn’t even reply through gasping as I wrapped my other hand around him, fisting him in time with my rough thrusts, hitting his prostate every time. I know his body too well now. Within seconds Martin came without warning, screaming my name as he arched his back impossibly, shooting all over our chests and even a little on his chin.
Fuck.
His walls clamped down around me, harder than he had done in a long time, and caused my own peak to arrive, sending me over the edge into a white abyss, so much so that I barely remembered to ride out our orgasms. Martin giggled as I collapsed on top of him, but he didn’t move me so I guess he didn’t mind. When I could see straight again I licked the spunk off his chin and pressed a hot fast kiss to his lips, before pulling out of him and rolling onto my side. I don’t care that I’m lying breathless and shaking in a pool of Martin’s jizz and both our sweat, because that was fucking amazing. Beyond fucking amazing.
“Holy shit. Holy shit,” Martin groaned, tangling his fingers with mine. I’m pretty sure that’s the limit to his movement capabilities at the moment, and I wouldn’t blame him. I did just fuck him harder than I have in a very long time.
“And to think, I resisted you for so long. That was fucking mindblowing,” I chuckled, pushing my damp fringe off my forehead.
Martin claims he knew it all along, that I would give in to his advances. I still beg to differ. I could’ve stayed away from Martin, if I really wanted to, but to be honest my life would be so empty without him that staying away would’ve been pointless.
“And that is why I keep you around,” Martin smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to my jaw.
“Please,” I scoffed, “you’d never find anyone with a body as good as mine,”
“Conceited much?” Martin teased.
“I learnt from the best,” I shot back with a grin.
Martin chuckled softly and leant his head up, pressing a slow kiss to my lips which I eagerly arched my back into. Fuck, this is exactly where I want to be.
“Be mine, Zack?” Martin said suddenly, his eyes staring directly into mine.
Woah, what?
“Really? Y-You really mean that?” I choked, not expecting that question.
“I’ve already said you’ve ruined me for all other men, Zack. You mean a lot to me, you know that. And why would I want to be with anyone else when I’m already sleeping with the most perfect man I know?” Martin said with a nervous smile.
A full blown grin spread across my lips, making Martin’s nervous smile stretch into a wide one. I can’t believe it. I can’t actually believe it! That may not have been the most romantic relationship proposal, but I still can’t believe it! After all the laughing and playing it cool, Martin actually wants to be my boyfriend! Holy shit!
“Fuck, I never thought you’d actually want to be with me. Fuck yes I want to be yours,” I said happily.
“Mm good. I almost though you’d say no,” Martin groaned, nuzzling my neck with his nose.
“Like fuck I could ever say no to you,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes.
“That’s true! So…round two?” Martin asked, running his hand over my ass and down my thigh with a sly smile on his face.
I shivered. “I thought you’d never ask,”