AJ’s heart skipped a beat, restarted, then skipped another beat. He was sure he’d heard wrong. Tentatively he asked, “Are…are you sure?”

Marshall nodded.

AJ nearly came right there. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second and concentrated on breathing, trying to calm down so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. After a minute, he managed it and opened his eyes again to find Marshall’s blue eyes still watching him. Slowly, holding the older man’s gaze, he lowered his mouth again to the top of the crevice of his ass and snaked his tongue out, licking lightly, watching Marshall’s reaction intently.

Marshall’s cock began to throb between his stomach and the bed as he watched and felt AJ lick him so intimately. Of their own will, his legs spread slightly, and AJ didn’t hesitate in taking the invitation and laying the length of his body down on the bed between them.

When AJ’s tongue again snaked out, Marshall moaned lightly. He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt AJ’s hands on his ass slowly spread him apart, and then he couldn’t breathe at all as he felt the first tentative touch of AJ’s hot, wet tongue circling his pucker. His eyes slid shut and his head turned back to the pillow in front of him, his forehead dropping down onto it as he fought for air. AJ continued to lick gently, teasingly, for long minutes until Marshall’s fists were clenched in the pillow on either side of his face and his hips were involuntarily pushing back at the younger man, silently begging for more.

And then AJ gave him more. Marshall let out a strangled cry as he felt AJ’s tongue press insistently at his opening. Marshall’s harsh breath filled the air as he pushed back against AJ’s mouth, wanting more still. When AJ’s tongue at last pushed its way inside Marshall groaned in pleasure, unable to believe that getting his ass tongue fucked could bring him to the very edge of a climax.

“Alex…” he somehow managed to get past his suddenly dry throat.

AJ lifted his head immediately, praying Marshall hadn’t changed his mind. “What, baby?”

“Inside. Now. Not gonna last.” Marshall sputtered, hoping the fragmented sentences made sense to the other man, because he had lost the ability to articulate at some point along the way.

“Oh fuck.” AJ said, wonder in his voice.

Marshall bit his lip to keep back the whimper threatening to spill out as he felt AJ pull away. Then an instant later, AJ was back between his legs, a slick, cool finger touching his pucker, but not pressing.

“Are you sure? Because if you’re not, fuck. I need you to tell me now.” AJ said desperately.

Marshall turned his head to look over his shoulder, their gazes once again locking. “I’m sure.”

And then Marshall was turning back, pressing his forehead down once again into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting…for what he wasn’t sure. He had no idea what to expect, what it would feel like.

Again, he didn’t have to wait long. AJ’s finger pressed gently but insistently against his pucker. It felt nothing like his tongue pressing there, Marshall mused. A second later he was biting his lip as the younger man’s finger found its way in past his tight ring of muscles. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling either. It just felt…odd. Odd to be filled that way, there, knowing what it was inside him. And then AJ’s finger started moving, and Marshall decided maybe it did feel sort of good. Still odd, but not in a bad way.

He felt something like pleasure curling slowly in the pit of his stomach making it do flip-flops and he took a deep breath, trying to fight the urge to throw up at the sensations. He nearly chuckled to himself, figuring he wouldn’t be able to convince AJ that throwing up because his finger was in his ass wasn’t a bad thing.

His finger…in his ass. He had AJ’s finger in his ass, and from the feel of it, AJ was about to add another, and he wanted him to. Marshall couldn’t wrap his mind around the concept that he not only wanted this so badly he ached, he had actually asked for it…and if AJ didn’t hurry the fuck up, he’d be begging for it pretty soon. And then AJ worked the second finger in, and Marshall had to shove his whole face in the pillow and bite down on it to keep from crying out. That time it did hurt.

“Fuck, sorry.” AJ said in a raspy voice, his fingers immediately going still, although he didn’t remove them.

Marshall took a deep breath and lifted his head slightly to ask, “Is that supposed to hurt the first time?”

“Yeah.” AJ responded hesitantly.

“Then don’t be sorry. Just do it.” Marshall said roughly, vaguely wondering if he was masochistic to want more when he knew the pain he’d just felt was probably nothing compared to how it was going to feel to have AJ’s cock penetrate him. Still, there was the look on AJ’s face when he was fucking him that told Marshall at some point the pain would stop and the pleasure would begin. He just had to hold on until then.

AJ hesitated a moment longer, then continued, pushing his lubed fingers in further until he was as far in as he could get. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the feeling of Marshall’s ass clutching his fingers so tightly. He couldn’t wait to be inside him, but he knew he had to if he wanted any hope of getting there ever again. He was fairly sure Marshall wouldn’t react well to him just shoving his cock inside him and splitting him in two.

That thought in mind, he began stretching the other man in earnest, sliding his two fingers in and out, scissoring them apart after a minute, enjoying the little whimpers and moans coming from the other man. When Marshall started pushing back against him slightly, AJ decided it was time for one more finger. First though, he rotated the fingers he had inside him around and probed until he found what he was looking for, Marshall’s prostate.

At the first tap to his prostate, Marshall nearly jumped off the bed. As it was, only AJ’s strong firm hand suddenly at the small of his back stopped him. At the second tap, Marshall moaned loudly, bucking back against AJ’s hand, wanting more. While Marshall was sidetracked by pleasure, AJ slid a third finger quickly inside him, pushing all three fingers swiftly toward his prostate. Marshall started to cry out at the pain of the third finger suddenly in him, but the cry turned to another moan as the three fingers jabbed into his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through him and overriding the brief pain.

After a couple minutes of feeling AJ’s fingers slide in and out, stretching and working him, Marshall couldn’t wait anymore. “Alex, now. Enough. Just…want…you.”

AJ groaned at Marshall’s pleading words. With one finally tap to his prostate, he pulled his fingers free and grabbed the lube again, squirting some out in his hand and using it to slicken his cock. He bit his lip as he stared down at Marshall’s naked body, spread out underneath him, waiting for him, wanting him. AJ leaned forward, reaching past Marshall to grab a pillow. As he pulled back, he planted a light kiss in the middle of Marshall’s back, then sat back on his heels.

“Lift your hips.” He roughly commanded.

Marshall did as he asked, his brain to muddled to really process why AJ was placing a pillow between his hips and the bed. An instant later it became clear though as he felt AJ spread his legs wider apart, then grip his ass cheeks, holding them apart as well.

When he felt AJ’s cock at his entrance, he called out, “No!” before he could stop himself.

AJ closed his eyes for a brief second, his desire taking a swift hit as Marshall said no. He should have known the other man would change his mind. He shouldn’t have let his hopes get up. Now all he wanted to do was push in and slam home and he couldn’t. Slowly, with supreme effort, he pulled away and sat back on his heels, numbly watching as Marshall turned over onto his back, his butt now resting on the pillow, repositioning his legs on either side of AJ and looking up at him expectantly.

AJ’s face screwed up in confusion. “What….”

Marshall realized belatedly that AJ had thought he was saying no he’d changed his mind. “No, Alex. Not ‘no’ to this, to you inside me…no to the position. It’s what he…” Marshall cut himself off, refusing to think about his step-father right then. Swallowing hard at the understanding he saw flash in AJ’s eyes, he said, “I want it this way. Face to face.”

AJ hesitated for a second, then said, “It’s gonna hurt more this way. This isn’t a great position for the first time. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I have to.”

Marshall pushed himself up into a sitting position and cupped AJ’s face in his hands, running his thumbs along his lips. “It’s okay. I want it this way. Pain and all. I just…I can’t do it the other way. It’s gotta be this way for the first time or nothing.”

AJ nodded his head, accepting that, and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. All too quickly, the kiss turned urgent and demanding, and before they knew it, Marshall was again on his back, with AJ pressed down on top of him, neither sure if AJ had pushed them down or Marshall had pulled them down.

Several kisses later, AJ reached for Marshall’s legs and lifted them one at a time over his shoulders. Again he positioned himself at Marshall’s entrance, then lifted his eyes to stare into the older man’s.

“Last chance. Sure this is what you want?” AJ asked, praying with everything inside him that Marshall would say yes.

Marhsall nodded. “Yes. God, Alex, I’ve wanted this for a while now. I’m sure.”

AJ’s eyes dilated at the admission, and then there were no more words as ever so slowly he pushed his way inside, past the tight ring of muscle, into Marshall’s virgin ass. AJ couldn’t hold back his groan of pleasure as he sank inch by inch inside the other man, his cock suddenly gripped in a tight, hot sheath.

Marshall meanwhile couldn’t hide the whimper of pain clogging his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. He’d been right, the pain from his fingers was nothing compared to this.

AJ forced himself to focus on Marshall’s face, and his gut clenched at the pain he saw there. Somehow it felt very wrong to be getting pleasure from being inside him when the other man was so obviously in pain.

Leaning in, he brushed soft kisses across Marshall’s lips, as he whispered, “Breathe, baby. Nice and deep and slow. You need to relax.”

Marshall listened to AJ’s hypnotic voice and did as he said, taking long, deep breaths in and out, willing his muscles to unclench. Gradually the pain subsided and he was left only with the feeling of being filled completely by AJ.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up at AJ in wonder. “You…you’re inside me. We’re really doing this.”

AJ smiled down at him and rotated his hips a little, chuckling as Marshall’s eyes went wide and his body shivered in pleasure. “Yep. Unless I’m having the best fucking dream of my life, we’re really doing this.”

Marshall bit back a moan as AJ rotated his hips again teasingly, his cock brushing his prostate. “Alex?”

“Yeah?”

Marshall stared up at him intently. “Fuck me.”

AJ’s eyes slid shut and he fought to hold on to the last thread of control he had left. Opening his eyes again, he stared back down at Marshall and said, “God yes,” right before he slowly started to pull out.

The first thrust to his prostate took Marshall by surprise. He had thought his fingers tapping it had felt like heaven, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of AJ’s cock hitting it.

“Oh fuck.”

AJ smiled down at him as he continued to slowly thrust in and out. “Good huh?”

“Fuck yes.” Marshall responded breathlessly.

AJ’s smile disappeared as he thrust in again, overwhelmed by sensations and feelings swirling around inside. He desperately wanted to tell the man under him he loved him, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment in case it was something he didn’t want to hear, so instead he decided to just show him.

Leaning down again, he captured Marshall’s mouth in an urgent kiss, his tongue thrusting in in time with his thrusts into his ass. For long minutes they continued that way, AJ thrusting with his tongue and his cock, Marshall lying under him, legs over his shoulders, hands gripping his biceps, trying to get his brain to accept that it was actually happening and he wasn’t just having another erotic dream about it.

Finally Marshall gave up trying to sort it all out in his head and just allowed himself to enjoy it. As if sensing the decision he’d made, AJ’s pace picked up a little and Marshall found himself moaning and clutching at AJ even more. He was vaguely aware of the control he’d given up to the other man, but instead of it freaking him out, it turned him on more.

Tearing his mouth away from AJ, he begged, “Alex…please,” not sure exactly what he was asking for, but knowing he needed something.

AJ sped up again, adjusting Marshall’s legs slightly so he was hitting his prostate more directly. He stared down at him as Marshall’s eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure and his back arched off the bed, his head pressing back into the pillow, exposing his neck.

Licking his lips, AJ leaned in and scattered kisses all over Marshall’s neck, stopping at his ear to whisper, “Fuck you feel so good…so hot…so tight.”

Marshall moaned and let go of AJ’s arms to clutch at the sheets on either side of him.

AJ licked a line up the side of his neck and bit down gently on his earlobe before continuing, “You like it? Like the way my cock fits inside you, filling you, owning you?”

“Fuck yes.” Marshall panted out. Heat radiated from his body and he broke out in a sweat as AJ’s pace increased once again.

“You want more, baby? Want me to slam inside you so deep that you can’t do anything but cum?” AJ asked, panting himself.

“Yes…yes…shit…do it…hard…deep…NOW!” Marshall demanded and begged all in one.

AJ pushed himself up a little to get more leverage and grabbed onto Marshall’s hips. He didn’t increase his thrusts though until Marshall opened his eyes and stared up at him. With their eyes locked, blue on brown, AJ pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in deep and hard and fast.

Marshall cried out in pleasure, his hands flying up to the headboard to hold himself steady as AJ slammed into him repeatedly, hammering his prostate relentlessly. Marshall held on for the ride, panting and moaning and writhing under him, unable to form a single coherent thought past the need and pleasure washing over him in waves. His cock was so hard it was painful, slapping against his stomach with the force of AJ’s thrusts and he wanted to grab it and jerk himself, but he couldn’t seem to let go of his death grip on the headboard long enough to do so.

“Alex…touch me.” He asked desperately.

AJ complied, pulling one hand off his hip to close his fingers around his shaft and started jacking him in time with his thrusts. That was all it took and Marshall felt himself starting to fall over the edge.

“Fuck…I’m gonna…” That was all the warning Marshall could get out before he was arching his back and pushing down on AJ’s shoulders with his legs, his whole body stiffening as streams of cum shot out of his cock all over AJ’s hand and Marshall’s chest and stomach.

AJ watched Marshall reach his climax, arching and tensing, his face a mask of pleasure, his name falling from the older man’s lips over and over, and that was it for him. He slammed into him again and cried out Marshall’s name as he came deep inside him, Marshall’s spasming inner muscles milking him of every last drop of cum. With one last thrust and a low grunt, AJ finally stilled above him, then collapsed on top of him, burying his face in his neck, completely boneless.

Long minutes later, AJ pulled out and rolled onto his side, taking Marshall with him. For a while they just lay there staring at each other, not quite sure what to say. Finally AJ couldn’t take the quiet anymore and he asked, “You okay?”

Marshall’s lips curved up into a hint of a smile. “Fuck yes. More than okay. That was unbelievable.”

AJ smiled, then his expression turned serious as he raised a hand to Marshall’s cheek. Tracing his lips with his thumb, he said, “Thank you, for trusting me that much.”

Marshall sucked AJ’s thumb into his mouth briefly, then let it slip out as he said, “I’ve trusted you that much for a while, Alex. I just was scared I wouldn’t be able to get past the memories and enjoy it.”

AJ was touched. “I’m glad you could.”

Marshall fought off a yawn unsuccessfully and felt his eyes drooping shut from the long day he’d had. Slipping an arm around AJ’s waist, he pulled him closer, pushing a leg between AJ’s so they were a tangle of limbs. Nestling his face against AJ’s neck, he said sleepily, “So am I.”

A minute later, on the edge of dropping off into the oblivion of sleep, he muttered, “And now my fucking back hurts even worse. Gonna have to give me another one of your special back rubs again in the morning.”

AJ smiled, knowing what Marshall was really asking for. “I do that, I might put you in traction.”

Marshall just tightened his hold on him briefly and said, “Hmm…me strapped down to a bed completely at your mercy…not seeing a problem there.”

“Fuck.” AJ said, the image making him jump back to life despite the two mind blowing orgasms he’d just had in the last hour.

Marshall’s heard the desire in his voice, felt the slight hardening against his hip and chuckled just before giving in and drifting off to sleep. AJ, predictably, took a while longer to fall asleep, but when he did, his dreams were filled with a bleached blond rapper, mind blowing sex…and bondage.


Chapter Thirty-Four
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