After pausing to dry off, they stumbled into Marshall's bedroom locked in each other's arms and kissing. Somehow amid the groping and fondling, they made it to the bed, Marshall's back to it. AJ pulled away from the kiss and gave Marshall a light shove, knocking him off balance. Marshall landed on his butt on the bed with a light bounce and backed up until his back was resting against the pillows at the top of it.

AJ looked him over for a minute, still unable to believe he was his…at least for the night. Climbing on the bed, he crawled up the length of it, maneuvering his way so he was between the other man's legs.

Marshall sucked in a deep breath as AJ climbed between his legs and settled down on top of him. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to get past the fact that the submissive position bothered him…a whole fucking lot.

AJ felt Marshall's body tense and propped himself up on his elbows, cupping Marshall's face and leaning down for a light kiss before asking, "What's the matter."

Marshall opened his eyes and stared up into AJ's concerned ones, then looked away uncomfortably. "I…uh…I don't think I can…you know…um…"

AJ figured out what he was getting at in spite of his stumbled attempt to tell him. "You're not ready to let me fuck you."

Marshall looked back at him and nodded. "Yeah, I mean, no I'm not."

AJ smiled down at him, trying to reassure him and hide his disappointment at the same time. He wanted to be inside him in a bad way. "It's okay. We don't have to do that. You don't have to do that."

Marshall pulled his eyes back to AJ's and studied him for a minute. "You're disappointed."

AJ didn't bother lying. "I'll get over it. I'm not into pressure. If you don't want that, that's cool. We can do other stuff." He paused, his eyes dropping to Marshall's lips as Marshall licked them nervously.

His voice dropping a notch, AJ added, "Maybe you can do me…again."

"Shit." Marshall said, his cock twitching against AJ's at his suggestion.

AJ smirked and rotated his hips, starting a slow grind against Marshall. "You like that idea?"

"Fuck yes." Marshall said breathlessly as he ground up into AJ, some of his earlier discomfort with the position fading as their cocks rubbed together.

AJ leaned down and kissed a path down the column of Marshall's neck and out toward his shoulder, lightly nipping it before he moved his attention down to his chest. Reaching his nipples, he took one in his mouth, suckling at it until Marshall was writhing and moaning underneath him. With a teasing nip, he released it and went to work on the other one.

Marshall moaned with need as AJ made him feel things he'd never felt before. The women he'd been with had never paid much attention to his nipples, at least not beyond an occasional flick on their way down to suck him off. But AJ was definitely paying attention to them. Marshall hadn't had a clue he was that sensitive there until then. Electric jolts continued to course through him as AJ relentlessly went back and forth between his nipples, suckling and nipping until Marshall was half crazy with need and pleading for more.

Finally AJ moved his attention downward again, kissing a path down to Marshall's abs and further. Marshall sensed where he was heading and tried to stop him. "Alex…no…"

"No what, baby?" AJ mumbled against the flesh of his hip.

Marshall moaned and jerked upwards as AJ bit his hip lightly. "Shit."

AJ moved closer toward his destination, not caring at all that he'd just done that to him in the shower. Just before he closed his mouth around the tip, Marshall sat up suddenly and grabbed him, pushing him over and onto his back.

"Wha…" AJ started, but was silenced with Marshall's mouth on his and Marshall's body suddenly on top of him, straddling his legs.

Marshall tongue-fucked AJ for a minute before pulling back and saying, "As much as I love that mouth of yours on me, I told you in the bathroom, I want to try some things. One thing in particular."

AJ shifted underneath Marshall so he could reach around and grab his ass. He ground up into the older man as he asked huskily, "What's that?"

Marshall didn't answer at first, instead starting a slow decent to AJ's nipples. Just before he took one already pebble hard nipple in his mouth, he murmured, "I want to taste your cock."

"Oh. Fuck. Me." AJ said, not having expected that. He'd figured if Marshall wouldn't let him fuck him, he probably wouldn't want to suck him either.

Marshall chuckled. "Later. Right now I have a taste test to get to."

AJ moaned in pleasure as Marshall mimicked what AJ had done to his nipples on him, not stopping until AJ was half crazy and unable to lay still under him.

"Shit…you've gotta stop or I'm gonna cum." AJ panted as he ground himself up against Marshall's stomach in earnest, close to the edge.

Marshall pulled his mouth back and looked at him speculatively. "Seriously? Just from me do that?"

AJ nodded. "I've been known to."

"Damn. I'll keep that in mind." Marshall said as he lowered his head again, giving each nipple one last flick before heading downwards again.

AJ hardly noticed his body jerk in response to the flicks as Marshall's words echoed through his head. He'd keep that in mind? Did that mean Marshall wanted this to be more than one night? He was so lost in thought that he almost missed the fact that he had reached his navel and was now tracing his sixty-nine tattoo with his tongue. Almost, but not quite.

With a moan he arched up toward Marshall's mouth, staring down at him as Marshall fixated on the tattoo. AJ was still having a hard time believing Marshall was actually going to go down on him, even though he was nearly there. He kept expecting him to change his mind any second.

Marshall pulled back for a second, shifted positions so that he was laying on the bed between the younger man's legs, propped himself up on his arms, and looked up to find AJ staring at him intently. "Did anyone buy your excuse for this tat? The lucky number bullshit?"

AJ did a double take, propping himself up on his elbows. "How…"

Marshall chuckled at the surprised expression on his face. "Told you. My fans. They've been trying to get me to target you guys for years." Marshall trailed off and shrugged.

AJ chuckled. "Yeah, some did…the young innocent ones."

Marshall laughed. They stared at each other, AJ spread out before him, Marshall between his legs, his chin inches from AJ's throbbing member. Both of them knew Marshall was stalling.

"You know, you don't have to…" AJ stared, but trailed off as Marshall interrupted.

"Shit. Like I would if I didn't want to." Marshall said defiantly. He paused, then added quietly, "I've just…never, you know…what if I suck?"

AJ couldn't help himself. He knew he shouldn't say it, it was a serious moment, Marshall was obviously nervous, but damn, he'd walked right into that one. "That is the general idea."

Marshall smirked, some of his nervousness dissipating at the tongue in cheek joke. "Ha, ha, smartass."

AJ smirked back before his expression changed to one of reassurance. "Just do what you like having done to you."

Marshall dropped his gaze to AJ's cock, licking his lips. Slowly he lowered his head to AJ's stomach, right next to his dick and licked at the skin, then sucked at it.

AJ's breathing quickened as he watched and felt Marshall tease him. He spread his legs further as Marshall made his way out to the side of his hip bone, then back in and down toward his inner thigh. AJ moaned when Marshall nipped at his thigh. When his chin grazed across his balls on the way to his other thigh, AJ jerked, sucking in a sharp breath.

Marshall noted it and did it again, forgetting about his thigh. AJ moaned again. Marshall got brave and leaned down a little to touch his lips to them and was rewarded by a full body shudder from AJ.

Tentatively, Marshall pulled back a little and stuck his tongue out, touching it to the base of AJ's cock and licking a path up the underside to the tip, realizing it didn't taste much different than the rest of his skin. Emboldened by AJ's moans and whimpers, Marshall flicked his tongue across the tip, pulling it back quickly when he got his first taste of precum. He licked his lips, trying to decide if he liked it or not. He decided it wasn't the worst taste in the world, but the salty liquid would take some getting used to.

AJ's arms gave out as he felt Marshall's tongue begin to trace his slit and he fell backwards, moaning and arching his hips. An instant later, Marshall's hands were on his hips holding them to the bed so he couldn't thrust again.

Marshall gripped AJ's hips tightly as he pulled back and stared down at AJ's dick, his stomach somersaulting at what he was about to do. Never one to wimp out though, he took a deep breath and leaned in again, taking the head of his cock tentatively in his mouth and closing his lips on it.

AJ's eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids fluttering shut, as a keening moan escaped his lips and his hips involuntarily jerked under Marshall's hands. He'd never felt anything so good before and Marshall hadn't even taken him in very far yet.

Marshall watched AJ's reaction, emboldened by it. He began to suck softly at his head, his tongue flicking out against the tip of him. AJ started writhing underneath him and muttering incoherent curses under his breath as Marshall continued to suck on just the head. A heady rush of power took him over at how AJ was reacting to him. He decided he could get used to this really quick.

AJ was in heaven and hell. Heaven because Marshall's mouth felt so good on him and hell because he was teasing the holy living hell out of him with no end in site. AJ reached up above him and grabbed the headboard, clutching it tightly in an attempt to resist the urge to reach down and grab his head and force him all the way down on his dick.

"Fuck…take it deeper…please…" AJ begged.

Marshall did as he asked, opening his mouth wider and lowering his head a little until he had about a third of AJ's cock in his mouth, deciding he liked it. He pulled back, almost completely off him, then sank his mouth back down around him, getting braver and taking more in until he was about halfway down and fighting his gag reflex. He wondered briefly how the fuck AJ could get past that to deep-throat him the way he did. His thoughts were interrupted by a deep groan of pleasure from AJ.

"Fuck yes…just like that…shit…your mouth feels so damn good baby." AJ mumbled huskily.

A shiver ran up Marshall's spine, AJ's voice like a caress on his skin. He moaned around AJ who bucked hard in response. Marshall barely kept him from gagging him, pushing hard on his hips to stop his thrust.

"Sorry," AJ panted, adding, "Just so fucking good…shit, I'm close already."

Marshall responded by bobbing his head up and down on him faster, taking him a little deeper each time, trying hard to relax his throat and fight his gag reflex. Finally when he'd gotten nearly two thirds of the way down, he decided he couldn't take any more of him in and set a steady pace, flicking his tongue over his tip as he pulled back, sucking him hard and fast as he sank back down.

AJ was beyond coherent thought by that point, clutching at the headboard, his hips involuntarily jerking every time he felt Marshall suck at him. Sweat coated his skin and his chest heaved with his ragged breathing as he squeezed his eyes shut and moaned and writhed under Marshall's assault.

"Oh my fucking God…so good…" He moaned again.

He was so close his body was buzzing with his nearing orgasm that seemed to stay just out of reach. Panting, he tried to tell Marshall what to do to get him there. "Shit…Marshall…in me…your finger…please…"

Marshall figured out what he wanted, but was reluctant to pull a hand away from his hip with the way AJ was writhing and bucking under him. Finally he let go and reached up for AJ to wet his finger as he kept sucking his dick. AJ leaned up and eagerly sucked at his finger for a second before Marshall pulled it back and reached between AJ's legs, finding his pucker and shoving his wet finger inside, remembering from before where AJ's prostate was.

AJ felt him sink in and tap his prostate, his mouth still sucking him deep, and he warned, "Fuck, that's it…I'm gonna cum…"

Marshall only had a split second to decide whether to pull off and let AJ cum on himself or suck him deeper and let him cum in his mouth. He surprised the both of them by sucking him deeper.

AJ cried out his name in shock and pleasure as his orgasm finally rolled over him and his whole body convulsed with the power of it, his hips arching high off the bed. He felt Marshall gag around his cock, but couldn't stop himself. His dick spurted cum into Marshall's mouth and he felt Marshall get the gagging under control and start to swallow it as his finger stroked his prostate, prolonging his orgasm. When AJ was sure he couldn't take anymore, it finally ended and Marshall pulled away, letting his softening dick fall from his mouth and pulling his finger out of his ass.

AJ's hands fell from the headboard and his whole body became a boneless heap as he lay sprawled out on the bed, eyes shut, chest still heaving, sweat covering his olive-toned skin.

"Holy shit, Marshall." He somehow managed to get out.

Marshall climbed up the bed settling down next to him, propping himself up on an elbow and watching his face. He looked…beautiful. Marshall couldn't find another way to describe it. The thought might have seemed inappropriate at another time and place, considering AJ was a guy, but right then, post orgasm, an orgasm Marshall had brought him to with his mouth and finger, it was completely the right word to describe him.

After a few long minutes, AJ forced his eyes open and looked over at Marshall. "That was just…damn."

Marshall smiled. "That good huh?"

AJ nodded. "That fucking unbelievable. I can't believe that was your first time."

Marshall chuckled. "Believe it."

AJ reached up and pulled Marshall to him, attacking his mouth in a fierce kiss, tasting himself on his lips and his tongue. After a minute he let him go and licked his lips staring up at him. "I can't believe you swallowed too."

Marshall glanced briefly down at AJ's now soft cock and shrugged, trying to ignore his own aroused state. AJ looked nowhere near ready to fuck right then. "Yeah, well, split second decision. Didn't taste half bad either."

AJ smiled, knowing that was as close to Marshall saying he liked sucking cock as he'd get anytime soon. He understood that Marshall had wanted this, but he wasn't naïve either. He had an idea of the discomfort Marshall was most likely feeling about the fact that he'd now been with a guy, even though he was doing a damn good job at hiding it.

"I didn't like the taste at first, but after a while…hell, I love it now." AJ confessed.

Marshall took the opportunity AJ had just given him and asked about his past. "How long ago was your first time with a guy?"

AJ was surprised at the question. "Uh…about seven years ago I guess, back when I was seventeen."

"With…Kevin?" Marshall asked hesitantly, not sure if AJ would be willing to talk about him or not. His and Kevin's relationship was what he really wanted to know about, but he figured he shouldn't just blurt it out after what had happened with him just days earlier. Contrary to popular belief, he could be tactful…when he felt like it.

AJ tensed slightly at the mention of Kevin, but quickly realized what Marshall really wanted to know and shook his head. "No, man. Kevin and I didn't get together until about three years ago. It ended last year when I went into rehab."

Marshall did the calculations in his head. "He's uh, been married for longer than a year, hasn't he?"

AJ's eye took on a sad look. "Yeah, he has."

Marshall sensed he was hitting upon an old wound. "Shit. Forget I asked. It's none of my business."

AJ glanced over at him and said, "No, its ok. It just, brought back some bad memories I guess. See, I was faithful to him the whole time, but he…he couldn't give me that back. He wanted the whole family and white picket fence and he figured Kristin was the one who could give that to him."

Marshall's erection was now completely gone as he thought about how he'd felt when he found out Kim had fucked around on him and couldn't imagine being in love with her and actually having to stand by while she married someone else in front of him. He was pretty sure he would have shown up to the fucking wedding with a fully loaded gun for that, pistol-whipping the groom with an empty gun wouldn't have cut it.

"Why the hell did you put up with that?" Marshall blurted before he could stop himself.

AJ shrugged. "I was blind and in love. I believed him when he told me she was just a means to an end for him, that he only really cared about me. I was stupid…and miserable, only I didn't have a clue why until I found myself at the bottom of a bottle one day and realized that I'd been doing it to drown out the fact that I wasn't in love with him anymore, that I was actually starting to hate him for what he was doing right in front of me."

"Damn." Marshall said, not sure what else to say to that.

AJ sat up, suddenly needing a cigarette, remembering his pack was in his jeans on the kitchen floor. He ran a hand through his hair and he looked down at his feet. "Yeah, well, that's in the past. What pisses me off is that my drinking problem started because of how I let him use me and I relapsed because of what he almost did to me. I'm still letting him fucking control me in a way and it sucks."

Marshall sat up too and glanced over at him. "But both times you got your feet back on the ground and walked away from it. That takes guts, believe me, I know."

AJ nodded. He was glad he had someone to talk to that knew the details and got where he was coming from. The other guys in the group knew the details, well, besides what had happened at the party, but they couldn't get the addiction angle. The people at AA understood the addiction angle, but there was only so much AJ was willing to share with complete strangers as far as the details went. Marshall knew everything, or rather the parts that mattered, and he got the whole addiction thing. He was surprised the older man was so philosophical about it, though. Somehow AJ hadn't expected that.

Turning to stare into Marshall's eyes, he said, "Thanks. For everything. For being there for me that night, for not just kicking me out on my ass when I started drowning myself in alcohol again, and for pretty much saving my life in that pool yesterday."

Marshall fought the urge to look away, uncomfortable with the emotions he saw in the younger man's eyes. Clearing his throat, he said, "Like I said yesterday. I'm just glad I could get there in time at that party, and as far as the drinking…shit. You're my friend. I wasn't just going to turn my back on you, especially after what you did for me."

AJ let his eyes drop from Marshall's. His friend. That was all he was. Sure they'd just fucked, among other things, but ultimately he knew the other man didn't want more than that. Marshall had just been experimenting, and he'd been someone he trusted enough to experiment with. His thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected question from the other man.

"Why did you do that anyway?"

"What? Tell you about what Kim was doing?"

"Yeah. I mean, you already admitted you were scared shitless of me, but you still walked into that bathroom alone, having no clue what I might do to you."

"I guess because I've heard and seen how much you love your daughter. My dad walked out on me when I was four. He didn't give a shit about me." AJ paused and chuckled dryly. "That is, until I made it big, then he wanted to be daddy dearest. Anyway, I couldn't stand the thought of someone pulling a child away from a father who actually cared and wanted to be there for her. That's just…cruel…and wrong."

Marshall was silent for a moment, processing that. He knew how AJ felt, his own father having walked out on him, only to reappear when he'd become famous, a fact that was largely responsible for how dedicated of a father to Hailie he was now. What blew him away was that what AJ had done really had been a selfless act. He couldn't remember the last time someone had done anything for him without some ulterior motive.

"Wow."

"What?"

"It's just…you really didn't want anything in return when you walked in that bathroom, huh?"

AJ shook his head. "No. Well, besides to make sure Kim didn't get away with it."

Marshall stared deep into AJ's eyes for a long moment before leaning in and kissing him tenderly. The kiss floored them both, emotion flowing between them, more than either of them were ready for.

When Marshall pulled back, he said quietly, "Thanks."

AJ nodded, unable to find his voice. He had a sick feeling in his stomach and suddenly wanted nothing more than to run far from the other man. He was falling for him, and he knew all it was going to get him was a broken heart in the end. It was one thing for the blond rapper to experiment with a guy, but totally something else for him to consider getting in a relationship with one. AJ didn't believe for a second that Marshall had any intension of going that far with him.

Swallowing, he said, "You're welcome." After a short pause, he suddenly bolted from the bed saying, "Um…I've gotta…I need a…cigarette. I'll be right back."

Marshall watched as AJ bolted from the room like there was a fire under his ass. His cute, naked ass. Damn. How the fuck had this all happened?

He sighed, falling back against his bed and staring up at the ceiling. Weeks ago, he'd considered himself straight. It wasn't that he had anything against gay people, not unless they hit on him…that tended to piss him right the fuck off, which more often than not ended up in his lyrics. Other than that though, he figured to each their own. He knew a lot of his fans and critics would be shocked by that, but it was the truth. Just like he'd never actually beat on a woman or kill her the way he talked about in some of his songs. They were just songs. Just him getting his frustrations of the moment and his anger out of his system.

Still, besides finding certain guys here and there attractive, he'd never had any real desire to get with a guy before AJ, and now here he was, the feeling of his ass and then his mouth surrounding his cock still with him, along with the taste of AJ's cum still in his mouth. On top of all that, he suspected something was happening between them. Something more than just two friends getting together to quench a mutual desire. Something he wasn't ready for.

He heard the glass door to the back yard slide open then shut at the other end of the house and knew AJ had just went out back to smoke his cigarette. He got out of bed and dug through a drawer for some boxers, then slipped them on before heading out of his room and down the hall. He wasn't sure what he was going to say when he got there, he just knew he needed to go talk to him.


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