Fifteen minutes later, after using the back entrance to the hotel to avoid the fans who had somehow managed to find out BsB was in town, AJ and Marshall made it to the floor the guys had rented out while they were there. Stepping off the elevator, they headed for AJ's room. Just as AJ pulled his keycard from his wallet, Marshall pressed himself up against the back of him, letting him feel how hard he still was.

AJ turned to face him and quickly found himself pressed back against the door, Marshall thrusting against him and attacking the side of his neck with a vengeance. "Shit…Marshall…room…"

"Fuck the room. I want you right here." Marshall mumbled against his skin.

AJ's eyes slid shut and he braced his hands on Marshall's shoulders, still clutching at the keycard in his hand as the other man continued to grind on him, getting him harder and harder. "Can't…gotta go inside…shit."

As AJ was speaking, Marshall had slid a hand around and grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter against him. "You said you guys rented the whole floor right?"

"Yeah but..."

"No buts. I want you. Right fucking now Alex." Marshall said, rubbing harder.

AJ shuddered and surrendered to Marshall's touch and his obvious need. "Shit."

Marshall kissed his way up the side of AJ's neck, stopping next to his ear to whisper huskily, "Can I have you Alex? Can I fuck you right here…right now?"

AJ moaned, the keycard falling to the floor as he gave in and pushed Marshall's jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. "Fuck…yes…now."

Marshall didn't have to be told twice. Shrugging the rest of the way out of his jacket, he pulled his hips back and went to work on AJ's zipper as AJ did the same to him. Within seconds they had their hands down each other's pants, stroking and moaning at how good it felt. They both leaned in at the same time and their lips met in a desperate kiss, both of them close to cumming already, even though they hadn't done much yet.

Suddenly Marshall pulled away, but before AJ could ask why, he found himself turned around and his chest and hips pressed against the door as Marshall pressed the length of his body into his back and ass. AJ turned his head to the side and laid his cheek on the cool surface of the door, closing his eyes, moaning as Marshall grabbed his hips and ground himself slowly into him.

Marshall leaned in and asked against his ear, "So, you fucked in a hallway before?"

AJ nodded and answered gruffly, "Yeah, once."

"Guy or girl?"

"Girl."

"Bet that was hot." Marshall said, still grinding into him.

Before he could stop himself, AJ blurted, "Not as hot as it'd be to fuck you though…anywhere."

Marshall stilled for a second, turned on by that thought. He was finding more and more lately that his thoughts were drifting toward what it'd be like to be filled by AJ, fucked by AJ…owned by AJ.

When Marshall suddenly stilled, AJ took it as a bad sign and turned his head to rest his forehead on the door, sighing, thinking he'd ruined the moment. "Marshall, listen, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to pressure you, I just…fuck…I can't stop thinking about what it'd be like to be inside you."

Marshall realized AJ thought he was mad. Leaning forward, he licked a slow line up the side of his lover's neck and whispered seductively in his ear, "Tell me."

AJ stiffened for a second, that having been the last thing he thought Marshall would say to that. "What?"

When AJ tried to turn around to face him, Marshall quickly pressed himself harder into him, effectively stopping his efforts to turn around. Running his hands down AJ's bare arms, he felt him shiver against him and smiled. Circling his hands around AJ's wrists, he lifted his hands to either side of his head and held him there against the door as he continued to rub his jean clad erection into his ass.

Leaning in again, he bit AJ's earlobe firmly and said, "You heard me. Tell me what you'll do when you finally get to fuck my ass."

AJ sucked in a sharp breath. When? Not if? Holy shit. "Oh fuck, Marshall. God. I'm gonna make it so good for you, baby. I want you underneath me with your legs wrapped around my waist so I can see your face as I slide inside."

AJ bit his lip and pressed his own erection into the door, needing some sort of relief, but not getting any. Marshall sucked at the back of AJ's neck as he talked. When he stopped, Marshall stopped.

AJ got the hint and went on. "I can almost feel your sexy little ass gripping my cock so tight I almost cum right then."

Marshall closed his eyes, almost able to feel what AJ was describing. He pushed AJ's hands up above his head and grasped his wrists in one hand as his other hand slid slowly down his side and over his hip. "Keep going."

AJ's dick twitched in his still open pants and his hands twitched in Marshall's grasp. He was getting hotter and hotter being restrained that way, his back to the other man, describing what he wanted to do to him.

"I won't cum right away though, because I want you to know how good it feels to have a hard cock inside you, slamming over and over into that sweet spot that makes you see stars and want to scream because it feels so fucking good."

Marshall's hand reached around in front of AJ, who pressed his ass backwards to give Marshall more room to grope him. Marshall nipped at his ear as his fingers closed around AJ's throbbing erection.

AJ let out a low keening moan when Marshall touched him. He was suddenly very close to loosing control. "Fuck, Marshall…" AJ moaned again as Marshall pulled hard on his cock.

Marshall rested his forehead on the back of AJ's neck as he concentrated on grinding against him and jacking him off at the same time. He quickened his pace, both with his hand on his dick and his hips grinding into AJ's ass. Soon they were both panting hard, close to cumming.

"Fuck…so close…" AJ gasped, thrusting wildly into Marshall's hand.

Hearing that, Marshall suddenly pulled his hand away from AJ's cock and let go of his wrists with his other hand. AJ whimpered at the loss and started to turn again, to ask why he'd stopped, but Marshall pressed a firm hand to his back, stopping his movements.

"Stay put." Marshall commanded.

AJ didn't even hesitate to do as he told him, biting his bottom lip as he waited to see what the other man would do next. He didn't have to wait long before he felt Marshall's hands on his hips pulling down his leather pants. This was it, they were going to fuck in the hall and he couldn't have cared less. He was so horny by then he just wanted to cum. Marshall could have been getting ready to fuck him on a stage in front of thousands of people and AJ wouldn't have uttered a word of protest.

AJ lifted his foot when Marshall got down to his boots and waited while he pulled it off, then pulled his pants off the same leg. Leaving his other boot on and his pants wrapped around that leg, Marshall stood back up, running his hands slowly up the back of AJ's legs and over his now naked ass as he went.

Sliding a hand around to AJ's dick again, he grasped it in his hand and leaned close to his ear to say, "Spread your legs for me, Alex. Show me how much you want my dick in your ass."

AJ rested his forehead against the door, looking down at Marshall's hand stroking him and a moan escaped his lips at his actions and whispered words. Bracing himself against the door with his hands, he spread his legs for Marshall and said hoarsely, "Do it, Marshall, fuck me. Now."

Marshall pushed his own pants down over his ass. Bringing a hand to his mouth, he spit on it a few times, then used it to lubricate his dick before placing himself at AJ's dark little pucker. He pushed his head inside, but no more. When he heard AJ's frustrated moan, he pulled his hand away from his cock and ran both his hands up the other man's forearms which were by then braced on the door. Reaching AJ's hands, he covered the backs of his hands with his palms and laced their fingers together, resting his forearms against the door just outside of AJ's.

Leaning in, he bit at the side of AJ's neck and said, "Tell me. Tell me how it feels to get fucked. Tell me how it feels to have me fuck you."

AJ shuddered as Marshall started to slowly slide inside him. It was almost too much. Too erotic, too hot, just…too damn good. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.

After Marshall was buried deep inside, AJ gasped, "Oh fuck, baby…so fucking good. I can't…God…I just can't describe what it's like to have you inside me…owning me…like nothing I've ever felt before."

Marshall groaned as he pulled out about halfway then slid back in. "Do I Alex? Do I own you? Are you mine?"

AJ pressed his forehead into the door harder and squeezed his hands into fists around Marshall's fingers as he fought to keep from cumming right then. "God yes, Marshall. All yours. Fuck…just yours."

Marshall ignored the pain in his fingers from AJ's tight hold on them and buried his face in the side of Alex's neck, emotions swirling inside him at AJ's admission. He didn't know if he meant that the way he wanted him to, but he hoped so, a realization which both scared him and brought him closer to cumming all at once.

"Can't hold on much longer…fuck." Marshall said in a desperate voice.

AJ shivered and moaned. "Slam into me…I need it hard…please…"

Marshall pulled his head up off AJ's neck more than willing to comply. Pressing his forearms harder against the door for leverage, he tightened his hands over the younger man's and widened his stance a little, then pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in fast and hard.

"Fuck…" AJ gasped, trying not to be too loud since they were still in the hall.

Marshall slammed into him again and again, asking against his ear, "This what you want? You wanna be my bitch? You want me to fuck your ass hard and fast?"

"Fuck yes." AJ moaned, and he did.

As much as he wanted to be inside Marshall, he couldn't deny he loved being fucked by the other man. It felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before. No one else had ever made him feel the way Marshall did when he was inside him.

Before either of them knew it, they were both on the edge, nearly ready to fall over. Panting for air, AJ pushed his ass back against Marshall over and over, meeting him thrust for thrust, making his cock punch his prostate harder and harder. It felt like heaven.

"Alex…fuck...I'm close…cum for me…" Marshall panted.

AJ panted hard as Marshall thrust into him harder and deeper, bringing him closer and closer to the edge too. "Shit…almost there…"

And then Marshall felt it, his orgasm closing in on him, his balls tightening, the tingling sensation starting in his toes and sneaking through him all the way to the roots of his hair, but focusing in on his cock until it became too much and he went over the edge, gasping out Alex's name.

Alex shuddered when he heard his name on Marshall's lips and felt the warmth of his cum shoot inside him. That combined with one last hard slam into his prostate sent AJ over the edge, crying out Marshall's name as quietly as he could manage, his fists tightening around Marshall's fingers convulsively as his dick shot cum all over the door in front of him.

Spent, AJ sagged against the door and Marshall sagged against him, still inside him as both of them fought for air. AJ's hands didn't loosen around Marshall's fingers though, instead holding him in a death grip.

After a minute, Marshall chuckled against the back of AJ's neck and said, "My fingers are gonna fall off if you don't loosen your grip."

AJ chuckled too, the sound turning to a groan of loss when Marshall pulled out of him. After letting go of Marshall's hands, AJ stepped back and eyed the door before pulling his shirt over his head to wipe up the mess he'd made all over it. After, he looked down at his shirt regretfully, knowing it was ruined.

While AJ was doing that, Marshall bent over and picked up AJ's keycard, reaching around him to swipe the lock with it and open the door, then reached back down and grabbed his jacket that he'd tossed aside. Straightening up again, he looked at AJ who was still staring at his ruined shirt.

Chuckling he said, "Damn, quit looking like you just lost your best friend. I'll get you a new one."

AJ looked over at him sadly and said, "Can't. It was one of a kind."

Marshall laughed, pulling AJ against him. "You are so fucking cute when you do that."

AJ loved this soft side to Marshall, but he wasn't quite ready to let go of his upset over the shirt yet, so he grumbled, "What's so fucking cute?"

Marshall leaned his do-rag covered forehead against AJ's bare one and looked into his eyes. "When you're all pouty about something. I love that. It's cute."

Suddenly the moment got serious between them, and they could nearly feel the weight of it in the air. AJ sucked in a breath and let the shirt fall from his fingers, forgotten, as he reached up and circled Marshall's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Marshall's arms tightened around AJ's waist, pressing their half undressed bodies together as the kiss deepened and emotions they both wanted to hold back but couldn't seem to flow between them and into the kiss.

After a long intense moment, they pulled apart and stared at each other for a second before AJ picked the shirt back up and they silently walked into the room, hand in hand, shutting the door behind them.

Out in the hall, another door closed quietly down the hall, as Kevin retreated back into his room. After he shut the door, he turned and leaned back against it, slowly sliding down until he was sitting on his butt in front of it, tears streaming down his face. He felt like he was going to be sick, but couldn't be bothered to move.

He squeezed his eyes shut, AJ's words floating through his head, torturing him. "Oh fuck, baby…so fucking good. I can't…God…I just can't describe what it's like to have you inside me…owning me…like nothing I've ever felt before."

Kevin popped his eyes open, trying to block out the images, but the words kept coming. He reached up and pressed his hands against the side of his head, sobbing as more of what he'd heard them say to each other echoed in his head.

"Do I Alex? Do I own you? Are you mine?"

"God yes, Marshall. All yours. Fuck…just yours."

Kevin bit his bottom lip. He knew it was all his fault. He knew he'd fucked up royally by marrying Kristin even though he was really in love with AJ, and he knew there wasn't a chance in hell of them ever getting back together after what he'd done to him at that party, but it still hurt to see him moving on. Especially with what he'd seen.

He hadn't meant to watch. He'd been on his way to the bathroom when he'd heard noises in the hall and got curious. When he'd opened the door though, he had been frozen to the spot by the site of Marshall sliding into AJ's ass right in the middle of the hall. He couldn't believe it.

What was more, he couldn't seem to move. His brain screamed for him to back into his room and shut the door and forget what he'd just witnessed, but his body wouldn't cooperate, so he just stood there and watched, and died a little more inside with every word he heard, every thrust he witnessed.

The worst wasn't watching them fuck though. The worst had come after, when they'd shared that…moment together. It had been tender and touching, and it spoke volumes about the way they felt about each other. He'd been able to see AJ's face during that last exchange and the intense kiss that followed, just before they disappeared into AJ's room. He didn't know if AJ realized it himself yet, but Kevin had seen something in his eyes. He'd seen love. AJ was in love with Marshall.

What hurt Kevin the most was that he couldn't ever remember a time when AJ had looked at him quite that way. Always along with the love in AJ's eyes back when they'd been together, there'd also been hints of hurt, uncertainty…mistrust. None of that had been in the look AJ had just given Marshall.

Kevin closed his eyes again and realized just how much he'd put AJ through once again. He could truly say in that moment that he hated himself. When the memory of AJ's voice as he'd cried out Marshall's name when he came drifted into Kevin's head, he lost his battle with his stomach and ran for the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time.

Minutes after they stumbled into the room, AJ and Marshall had managed to strip down the rest of the way and collapsed on the bed on their backs. After a minute, Marshall rolled onto his side, propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at AJ.

"What?" AJ asked, sensing from the look on his face that there was something on Marshall's mind.

Marshall shrugged and impulsively reached over, grabbing AJ's hand that was lying across his stomach. Lacing their fingers together, Marshall said, "Just trying to figure something out."

"What?" AJ asked again, curious as hell.

Marshall hesitated for a second, but in the end decided to go for it. "You said you're mine…just mine."

AJ tensed. He had forgotten he'd said that. He'd meant it, but he hadn't meant to say it out loud. "Yeah?"

Marshall stared down into AJ's brown eyes, noting the nervousness there and the fact that he wasn't even attempting to explain it away as having just been something said in the heat of the moment, and knew he had his answer. Still, he wanted to hear it. "Did you mean that just for the moment, or did you mean something more?"

AJ swallowed. He knew that however he answered that, it was going to change things between them, and he just didn't know if it would be for the better or not.

"Shit. As a loaded question right after mind-blowing sex. Not fair," He joked, trying to sidestep the question.

Marshall smirked. "You're avoiding the question."

AJ returned the smirk. "I know."

Marshall waited for a second and when AJ didn't answer, he said, "Nick told me something earlier."

AJ tensed more. Nick had a big mouth when he was drunk. "I can only imagine."

Marshall chuckled at AJ's dry tone, then his face turned serious. "He told me that since you and I started this…whatever it is we've got going, that you haven't been with anyone else, that you haven't even been interested in anyone else. He also said you had feelings for me."

AJ scowled. "Nick has a big fucking mouth. Guess I shoulda hit him harder yesterday."

Marshall tightened his hold on his hand, brushing his thumb over the back of AJ's hand lightly. "Would it help if I told you I haven't been with anyone else either?"

The scowl fell from AJ's face and he stared intently at Marshall. "You haven't?"

Marshall shook his head. "No. Not interested in anyone else. Just you."

AJ felt butterflies leap in his stomach. His eyes dropped to Marshall's lips and he licked his own. "Then the answer's yes. I'm yours."

Marshall ignored the way his stomach did a little summersault at that. "So…what does that make us? Boyfriends?"

AJ smiled up at him. "Yeah, I guess so."

Marshall smiled back and said, "Can't believe I've got a fucking boyfriend. Hailie's right. I have gone crazy."

AJ laughed, full of nervous relief as he pulled Marshall's face down to his and said, "Come here, I wanna kiss my crazy boyfriend."

The returning laugh died in Marshall's throat, turning into a moan as AJ's mouth closed over his and his tongue slid inside. Rolling on top of AJ, he settled between his legs, feeling himself start to stir again. He groaned and started to move against him, figuring if he was crazy, he might as well enjoy his insanity.


Chapter Twenty-Eight
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