head, Benjamin stared down at him. Marcus’s gaze caught Benjamin’s, his eyes slitted and his breath shaky. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, baby.” Benjamin shook his head. “I don’t know, Marcus. Your doctor said to keep up the cardio, but I’m not sure this is exactly what he meant. I think maybe you should get up and we can go running. Especially if you want to split a grilled chicken sandwich with me at Chances Are. Any maybe Blake can give you an iceburg lettuce quarter with some of that low fat Italian dressing on the side. Or just a salad, what do you think?”
Marcus grabbed Benjamin’s hips and pulled him back down, snarling. “Here’s what I think. That bullet came out of my chest four months ago. I’m fine, and so is my heart. I think”— he kissed Benjamin hard—“I’m gonna make love to my man, then”—Benjamin groaned as Marcus spread his ass, finger skimming around his entrance—“we’re gonna take a shower, and you’re gonna see how quick an old man like me can give you round two.” Slapping Benjamin’s ass hard, making him buck against him, he smiled. “Then we’re going to Chances Are, I’m gonna eat a burger and onion rings and, if you’re very, very good, you can have some chili fries with your salad. What do you think about that?”
Hands held his face in place, and Benjamin ghosted his lips across Marcus’s mouth. “I think, if you can do all that, babe, you can have two of those damned burgers. Now shut up and fuck me.” He worked his way down to Marcus’s chest, licking and sucking. “Or are you all”—he paused to swirl his tongue around Marcus’s right nipple and bite down—“talk.”
Marcus pumped his hips and flipped Benjamin up, then onto his back. His hand slid under the pillow, snagging the bottle of lube hidden there. He grabbed Benjamin’s legs and pushed them to his chest, holding them in place with one hand. Flipping open the top, he squirted a stream of the clear liquid onto his cock, then tossed the bottle aside. Marcus reached down and stroked himself, capturing Benjamin’s gaze. “Better watch that mouth. I seem to remember showing you on more than one occasion…” His cock pressed up against Benjamin’s tight entrance, and Marcus smiled evilly as he leaned his weight forward, shoving in. Benjamin’s legs strained against Marcus’s hold and Marcus slid his way inside, making Benjamin take it. “…who’s the boss here.” With one final thrust of his hips, Marcus’s groin met Benjamin’s balls.
“Fuck.” Benjamin tried to push back against Marcus, twist his hips, grind up or back, but Marcus had him pinned with his hand and his groin. “Marcus, I swear to fucking God if you don’t move now, I’ll…I’ll…”
Reaching between them, Marcus grabbed Benjamin’s shaft and slowly slid down, then tightened his grip and pulled, inch by inch, up his cock then twisted his fist at the very end, right against Benjamin’s cockhead. He held it in his palm, tight. “You’ll what, baby? Beg for more? Scream my name? Come for me?”
Sobbing, Benjamin tossed his head from side to side. “I’ll tie you down and make you beg for me to fuck you, big man. Now, if you ever want to eat red meat again, move, or so help me I’ll talk to the cook at Chances Are and you’ll have black bean burgers for the rest of your fucking life. Now. Move! ”
He held Benjamin down for one more long moment, then pulled out and with a snap of his hips, slammed back into Benjamin. They both groaned, and before Benjamin could catch his breath, Marcus had pounded back into him, again and again. When Benjamin reached for his cock, Marcus batted his hand away and took him in hand, his strokes matching the rhythm he set. “I’m close, baby. Want you to come for me.”
Benjamin arched up, wrapping one hand around the back of Marcus’s head and pulled him into a kiss. His tongue demanded entry, and Marcus opened and was surprised by the ferocity of Benjamin’s passion. His
Marcus grabbed Benjamin’s hips and pulled him back down, snarling. “Here’s what I think. That bullet came out of my chest four months ago. I’m fine, and so is my heart. I think”— he kissed Benjamin hard—“I’m gonna make love to my man, then”—Benjamin groaned as Marcus spread his ass, finger skimming around his entrance—“we’re gonna take a shower, and you’re gonna see how quick an old man like me can give you round two.” Slapping Benjamin’s ass hard, making him buck against him, he smiled. “Then we’re going to Chances Are, I’m gonna eat a burger and onion rings and, if you’re very, very good, you can have some chili fries with your salad. What do you think about that?”
Hands held his face in place, and Benjamin ghosted his lips across Marcus’s mouth. “I think, if you can do all that, babe, you can have two of those damned burgers. Now shut up and fuck me.” He worked his way down to Marcus’s chest, licking and sucking. “Or are you all”—he paused to swirl his tongue around Marcus’s right nipple and bite down—“talk.”
Marcus pumped his hips and flipped Benjamin up, then onto his back. His hand slid under the pillow, snagging the bottle of lube hidden there. He grabbed Benjamin’s legs and pushed them to his chest, holding them in place with one hand. Flipping open the top, he squirted a stream of the clear liquid onto his cock, then tossed the bottle aside. Marcus reached down and stroked himself, capturing Benjamin’s gaze. “Better watch that mouth. I seem to remember showing you on more than one occasion…” His cock pressed up against Benjamin’s tight entrance, and Marcus smiled evilly as he leaned his weight forward, shoving in. Benjamin’s legs strained against Marcus’s hold and Marcus slid his way inside, making Benjamin take it. “…who’s the boss here.” With one final thrust of his hips, Marcus’s groin met Benjamin’s balls.
“Fuck.” Benjamin tried to push back against Marcus, twist his hips, grind up or back, but Marcus had him pinned with his hand and his groin. “Marcus, I swear to fucking God if you don’t move now, I’ll…I’ll…”
Reaching between them, Marcus grabbed Benjamin’s shaft and slowly slid down, then tightened his grip and pulled, inch by inch, up his cock then twisted his fist at the very end, right against Benjamin’s cockhead. He held it in his palm, tight. “You’ll what, baby? Beg for more? Scream my name? Come for me?”
Sobbing, Benjamin tossed his head from side to side. “I’ll tie you down and make you beg for me to fuck you, big man. Now, if you ever want to eat red meat again, move, or so help me I’ll talk to the cook at Chances Are and you’ll have black bean burgers for the rest of your fucking life. Now. Move! ”
He held Benjamin down for one more long moment, then pulled out and with a snap of his hips, slammed back into Benjamin. They both groaned, and before Benjamin could catch his breath, Marcus had pounded back into him, again and again. When Benjamin reached for his cock, Marcus batted his hand away and took him in hand, his strokes matching the rhythm he set. “I’m close, baby. Want you to come for me.”
Benjamin arched up, wrapping one hand around the back of Marcus’s head and pulled him into a kiss. His tongue demanded entry, and Marcus opened and was surprised by the ferocity of Benjamin’s passion. His
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