Marshall raced through the door to AJ's room, practically feeling AJ's breath on the back of his neck. His eyes lit on the bed and he tried to make his way to it, figuring if he could get on the other side of it, he could hold AJ off.
He didn't make it though. Halfway to the bed, AJ's arm snaked around his waist and he felt himself get jerked back against the younger man, his back coming in direct contact with the soda soaked front of AJ's shirt. Marshall sucked in a sharp breath as the liquid seeped through his own shirt and hit his skin.
When AJ's satisfied laughter hit his ears, he jerked free of his hold and turned around saying, "That's it. You're going to fucking pay for that, bitch."
It was AJ's turn then to start backing up, wary of what Marshall was going to do to him. Before he got anywhere though, Marshall lunged at him, knocking them both to the ground. AJ grunted at the impact, then struggled as he found himself pinned to the floor underneath Marshall, the older man straddling his hips. He didn't have time to say anything though or even wonder what he had in store for him before Marshall's fingers were suddenly on him, tickling him mercilessly.
AJ laughed and wiggled helplessly under him as Marshall's fingers danced over his sides and stomach. He tried to grab at them to stop him, but his laughter drained all the strength out of his arms and hands. He gasped for air between laughs and tried to buck Marshall off him, but again, the constant tickling was rendering him helpless and he ended up doing little more than pushing his crotch into Marshall's ass as he continued to squirm back and forth.
Suddenly Marshall's fingers faltered as he felt AJ rub up into him. AJ's laughter trickled off, and then they were staring at each other and AJ was bucking up against him again, this time purposely rubbing the beginnings of an erection into Marshall's ass. Marshall stared down at him, the smile dropping from his face in favor of an intense stare as his hands once again started moving, this time rubbing up and down AJ's torso from his chest to his abs and back again.
AJ bit back a moan and reached up, grabbing Marshall's hips and pushing him down against him more firmly as he lifted his own hips and ground into him. He watched as Marshall shuddered slightly at the feeling, felt his fingers curl into his soda soaked shirt, forming fists against his chest, and heard a low moan escape the older man's mouth. He almost came right then, so erotic was the sight, feel and sound of him responding that way.
Marshall sat there straddling AJ and grinding his ass back against his erection, unable to believe how turned on it was getting him. He needed more, some sort of contact beyond AJ's erection pressing into his ass, something to ground him so he didn't think too much about it, something familiar.
Leaning down, he attacked AJ's mouth, forcing his lips apart and thrusting his tongue in for a hard, passion-filled kiss. AJ accepted the kiss eagerly and their tongues battled back and forth licking into each other's mouths, as the rhythm their hips had set continued.
Finally they had to pull apart for air. AJ licked his lips and stared up at Marshall, gasping out, "Fuck…more…now…need you."
Marshall groaned at the need in AJ's voice. "Your mom…"
AJ kept grinding into Marshall's ass, wondering for the millionth time how it would feel to be inside it as he panted out, "Is in the guest room on the other side of the house. Won't hear a thing."
Marshall glanced up at the open door. "She'll see something though."
With that he got up and walked over to shut the door. As soon as the blond rapper was off of him, AJ jumped to his feet and followed him to the door. When Marshall turned back to the room, AJ pushed him back into the now closed door and ground their erections together, his mouth descending on Marshall's.
Marshall moaned into the kiss, no longer questioning the fact that he got off on AJ being so forceful the way he had in the beginning of their complicated relationship. Reaching up, he grabbed fistfuls of AJ's hair and pulled his head closer still, attacking his mouth.
The kiss was so hard and deep it was verging on painful and Marshall knew that afterward both their lips would be swollen, but he didn't give a fuck. Right then he wanted to devour every inch of the other man and nothing else mattered other than that.
In the next minute, as if a switch was flipped, they were tearing at each other's clothes, wanting to be naked and pressed together. Finally they managed it and AJ once again pressed into Marshall, reaching behind him to cup his firm ass in his hands and hold him to him. Marshall's fingers dug into AJ's upper back and he groaned, pressing his mouth into the younger man's neck.
"Fuck, Marshall…want you." AJ mumbled almost incoherently as Marshall bit at his neck and shoulder.
Marshall pulled his arms back from around AJ and planted his hands against his chest, shoving him backwards firmly. "Bed…now," was all he said.
AJ didn't argue, just started backing up, pulling Marshall with him, their mouths once again fused together as if they couldn't get enough. Not watching where he was going, AJ tripped over one of the articles of their discarded clothing and felt himself falling. Instinctively, his grip on Marshall tightened, and in the next instant he was on his back on the floor with a dull thud and a muttered curse of pain, Marshall half on top of him.
Marshall pulled his head back slightly to look down in AJ's face in concern. "You all right?"
AJ licked his lips and grabbed the back of Marshall's head, pulling him down to him. "Shut up and kiss me."
Marshall obliged and soon he was between AJ's legs, their erections sliding against each other erotically, their tongues mimicking the rhythm as they slid them in and out of each other's mouths. Their hands were everywhere, sliding over heated skin, pausing to squeeze, scratch and flick, driving each other insane.
AJ came to his senses slightly when Marshall readjusted his position so his cock was poised near AJ's entrance. He didn't want to fuck on the floor. Rug burns on his back were not a turn on for him, so he quickly shoved Marshall away and scrambled out from under him, trying to make it to the bed.
Marshall fell off him and to the side, watching with lust in his eyes as AJ flipped over and got up on his hands and knees, crawling toward the bed, his naked ass sticking out at him. When AJ turned and asked over his shoulder, "Coming?" Marshall's cock jumped and his blue eyes flashed heat.
"Not yet."
AJ shot him a sexy grin and continued to crawl toward the bed. Just as he got to it, raising himself up to a kneeling position, he was slammed into the side of it, the air leaving his lungs on a whoosh as Marshall pressed into him, forcefully spreading his legs and reaching around him to close his fingers over his cock.
"I can't fucking wait. Need you…right now." Marshall said desperately.
AJ moaned and dropped his head back on Marshall's shoulder as he felt his cock pressed against his ass. "Fuck me."
Marshall didn't need any more invitation than that. Pulling back a little, he let go of AJ's cock to grab his own, rubbing the precum collecting at the tip along the length of it to lubricate him as his other hand lay flat on AJ's back between his shoulder blades, pressing him forward into the bed so he was bent over.
Marshall took a second to look down at him, all spread and open and vulnerable to him, trusting him, and was once again floored by that, but then AJ started wiggling against him, trying to force himself onto Marshall's cock pressed against his pucker, and Marshall was pulled from the moment and just as frantic as he was a minute ago to be inside his lover. Pressing forward as AJ pressed back, he slid inside his tight heat, pushing until he was balls deep, clutched inside him like a vise.
"Oh fuck." Marshall groaned in a broken voice, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Every time with AJ was like the first time, and he couldn't get enough of being inside him. If he could, he'd stay inside him twenty-four hours a day. Unable to stay still, he hoped AJ was ready as he started thrusting into him, setting a fast hard pace, knowing he wouldn't last long.
As Marshall slammed into him, AJ moaned and thrust back against him, gasping every time the older man's cock hit his prostate. He knew Marshall wasn't going to last long by the way he was reaming his ass, and that was okay, because he wasn't going to last long either.
When Marshall's thrusts increased, his hips smacking against AJ's ass, his balls slapping into AJ's own, AJ clutched desperately at the blanket on top of his bed, trying not to touch himself, knowing if he did, it would be over instantly. He didn't want this to ever end. He panted hard, his forehead pressed down into the edge of the bed, his eyes squeezed shut, his body slick with sweat as he matched Marshall's forward thrust with backwards ones of his own, wanting more even yet.
Marshall thrust over and over into AJ and felt his balls tightening and his impending orgasm creeping through his body. Wanting AJ to cum with him, he reached around and grabbed his dick, pumping it in time with his thrusts.
"Oh fuck…Marshall…" AJ gasped desperately.
Marshall leaned forward, pressing his chest into AJ's back, his thrusts becoming shallow and fast. He bit into AJ's ear lobe and ordered, "Let it go…show me how much you like being my bitch, baby. Cum for me. Now."
And that was it for AJ. His whole body convulsed with the force of it and he pressed his face into the bed to muffle his scream, knowing if he didn't, it would have been loud enough for his mom to hear, even all the way on the other side of his house.
Marshall heard AJ's muffled scream, felt his body twitch and shudder repeatedly, his cum shooting out onto his hand and the bed, and his ass spasming around his throbbing cock and that pulled him over the edge. Pressing his mouth into AJ's shoulder he bit down reflexively as he cried out, AJ's skin muffling the sound as he came deep inside the younger man, continuing to pump in and out a few more times as his orgasm swept through him.
Finally he stilled inside him and collapsed onto his back, gasping for air. AJ turned his head to the side and did the same, his eyes closed, feeling as if he was floating on a cloud instead of pressed against the side of the now sticky bed, rug burns on his knees, Marshall laying practically on top of his back, still inside him.
After several long minutes, AJ licked his dry lips and mumbled, "We outdid ourselves with that one, huh?"
Marshall managed a small chuckle, still unable to move an inch. "I'd fucking say so."
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Fifteen minutes later, they had managed to climb up onto the bed with some effort, and were laying tangled together, AJ on his back, Marshall on his side, a leg and arm thrown over the younger man. His head was resting on the pillow next to AJ's with his eyes closed.
"I don't think I'm gonna move for a year. Everything fucking aches." Marshall mumbled absently.
AJ chuckled. "Just from a little rough sex?"
Marshall opened his eyes and rolled them. "No, that just aggravated it. It's from this morning, before I flew out here. Hailie got it in her head that I should give her piggy back and horsy rides all over the damn house…repeatedly."
When AJ didn't respond verbally, Marshall opened his eyes to find him staring at him with a grin a mile wide on his face. "What?"
AJ shrugged as he answered, "I just love how much you love her."
Marshall smiled back, fighting the urge to say, 'I love how much you love how much I love her,' figuring if he made that corny remark he'd have to fucking shoot himself based on principle alone. Instead he leaned in and kissed AJ.
AJ opened to Marshall's probing tongue immediately and lost himself in the slow, sensual kiss from the man he loved. The. Man. He. Loved. Again the realization from earlier in the evening of just how deep his emotions ran for the other man hit him like a ton of bricks. He fought a sudden urge to tell him he loved him, still trying to get used to the concept himself. Plus, he had no clue how Marshall was going to react to that. He didn't want to ruin things between them, and a little voice in his head told him that telling him that might just do that.
Pushing the thought aside, he pulled away from the kiss and gently nudged the older man, saying, "On your stomach blondie. Roll over."
Marshall didn't move, just stared at him, his eyebrow arching. "Blondie?"
AJ smirked. "Yep. Now roll over before I have to get all forceful."
Marshall chuckled and did as AJ asked. "Not sure I'm up for forceful right now."
AJ ignored the sexual innuendo and waited until Marshall was lying on his stomach and situated. "Comfy?"
Marshall sighed, turning his head to the side to look over at AJ. "Yeah."
AJ grinned. "Good."
Pushing himself up to a sitting position, AJ turned and threw a leg over Marshall's hips, straddling him. Marshall tensed up under him, feeling AJ sitting right on his naked butt.
"Alex…what the fuck are you dooo….ahh…" Marshall's voice trailed off as AJ's hands descended on his shoulders and started massaging them expertly.
AJ chuckled and moved his hands down to Marshall's shoulder blades, his fingers working the muscles firmly. "What was that baby?"
Marshall attempted to speak, but all that came out was a groan. AJ just smiled and kept working the muscles in his upper and middle back, not missing an inch or stopping until he felt Marshall completely relax under him. Sliding his hands down to the small of Marshall's back, he scooted back off the older man's butt to sit on his upper thighs, giving him a better angle to work his hands against the muscles there.
Underneath him, Marshall had been drifting on a cloud, boneless and nearly in a trance from the hypnotic feel of AJ's hands kneading his muscles when suddenly he felt AJ shift on him, sliding backwards as his hands moved to his lower back. Marshall fought the instinct to tense up when he felt AJ's soft cock and balls rest on top of the crevice of his ass.
The cloud he was drifting on started to dissolve at the awkward feeling of AJ on top of him, his dick so close to his entrance, but at the same time AJ's hands were doing wonders on his back and he didn't want to move. Finally he gave into the feeling of his hands and soon he was once again floating on that cloud.
AJ had sensed his temporary unease with the position, and smiled when he felt him subsequently start to relax completely again. Looking down though, he could see himself resting on Marshall's smooth firm butt. The smile faded and he bit his lip trying to stem his reaction to the position. He lost the battle and started to harden, even as he continued to massage the older man's back. He just hoped Marshall didn't notice.
Unfortunately, Marshall had, and mixed feelings about it were swirling around inside him. On the one hand, he didn't like anyone getting near his ass, let alone a guy's hard dick, but on the other hand, this was AJ. AJ, who he'd been having erotic dreams about getting fucked by lately. AJ, who earlier during their foreplay on the floor had ground his hard cock up against his ass…and Marshall had liked it. AJ, who trusted him completely from what he could tell, and for some reason, Marshall trusted more than he had anyone else in a long time, despite what he had found out earlier about the trip to Florida.
AJ sensed the sudden tensing in Marshall's muscles and cursed himself for his out of control libido when it came to the older man. Leaning forward, he gave into the urge to kiss the back of Marshall's neck, knowing how much the other man liked that. He wanted to do something to relax him again and figured trailing kisses all over his body might do the trick.
Marshall moaned as AJ's expert lips and tongue and teeth sought out all the sensitive parts on his neck. He felt AJ lift himself off of him, and could tell by the way the mattress was dipping on both sides that AJ was on all fours above him. He wiggled a little against the sheets, the image of AJ on all fours causing his dick to jump to life.
AJ continued to lick and nip and kiss and suck his way out towards Marshall's shoulder. Eventually he moved on to first one shoulder blade, then the other, the whole time careful to keep his hard and ready cock from touching any part of Marshall's back or butt. By the time he traced a wet path to the center of Marshall's upper back, the blond was squirming and moaning under his lips. AJ took this as a sign to continue and began licking his way down his lover's spine toward the small of his back.
When AJ reached the base of his spine, Marshall whimpered, having had no clue it would turn him on that much to have the younger man licking and sucking the skin there. When he felt AJ's hands come to rest on his ass cheeks, he nearly came up off the bed in surprise, but then AJ started squeezing and rubbing them and Marshall was again lost in sensation.
He tried his best to stay in control under AJ's erotic ministrations, but failed miserably. Part of him was screaming to tell him to stop, recognizing where this was leading, and knowing without a doubt that one word from him would stop AJ in his tracks. AJ had told him before he had no intention of pressuring him, and so far he hadn't given Marshall a reason to doubt that, which was where the other part of him came in. The part that trusted him because of that and wanted to just beg AJ to take him. He'd been thinking about it for so long now, wanting it for nearly just as long, and the foreplay on the floor had just cemented the desire to have AJ inside him even more.
When he felt AJ lick tentatively at the crevice of his ass, just below the small of his back, he sucked in a sharp breath, his heart pounding in his ears, wondering how far AJ would take this before asking for permission. He didn't have to wait long.
In a husky voice laden with desire and just a bit of nervousness, AJ asked, "Want me to stop?"
There was a long moment of silence in which a feather could have been heard landing on the floor, then Marshall slowly lifted his head and looked back over his shoulder at AJ. Their eyes locked.