Full House (13 page)

Kent
stood and tossed Marco over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Marco reached down and slapped his lover on the ass. He’d become used to the caveman-side of Kent and had learned to just accept it.

As Kent carried him into the house and up the stairs, Marco pushed his hand under the waist of Kent’s jeans to the slightly furred skin of his partner’s ass. “You feel good.”

Kent
’s large hand rubbed Marco’s ass in return, pressing his fingers along the seam that ran between Marco’s ass cheeks. “Not half as good as you’re gonna feel wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh, so you think you’re going to play top man this round?” Although they didn’t get afternoon trysts often, they were still in the honeymoon stage of their relationship. Sex was usually a regular morning and night occurrence, but there was something about sneaking away for an unplanned romp in the sack that always proved to excite them the most.

Kent
tossed Marco to the centre of the bed and began undressing. “I’ll make you a deal. If you can keep your dick hard until after I fill your ass with cum, you can have a go at my hole.”

Marco knew it was an unfair request. Kent fucked like a jackhammer and Marco was always reduced to a pile of coming goo by the time his lover reached climax. He smiled. What Kent didn’t know was Marco had picked up a new toy the previous day.

“Deal.” Marco stripped out of his clothes and rolled off the bed.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Kent asked, pulling down the covers.

“To the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

With his back turned, Kent didn’t see Marco grab the small bag out of his top dresser drawer and retreat to the bathroom.

Marco used the opportunity to take a piss before doing a quick clean-up. After tossing the washcloth into the dirty clothes hamper, he reached for the new cock ring he’d purchased. He gripped his dick and pumped it several times, trying to get as hard as possible.

A thought suddenly occurred to him. With a chuckle, he opened the door and returned to bed. Kent was already spread out, cock in hand.

With the cock ring concealed in his hand, Marco knelt beside his lover. “I was wondering if you would help me with something?”

“Sure, babe.”

Marco held out his arm and opened his hand. “Put this on me?”

“Fuck,” Kent groaned, taking the knobby, black silicone ring from Marco. His lover seemed to study the ring for several moments. “I can’t believe I’ve never used one of these before.”

Marco hadn’t either, but he knew it was supposed to help him stave off his orgasm. “Get me good and hard before you put it on.”

With a lick of his lips, Kent sat up and engulfed Marco’s length. Marco moaned as Kent’s teeth playfully scraped against his piercings. Within moments, Mario was on the verge of shooting a load down Kent’s throat. He pushed his lover’s head away.

“You’re supposed to get it harder, not make me come.”

Kent
shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself. You taste so good.”

Marco leaned back on his hands. He bowed his back and thrust his rigid shaft into the air. “Do it. Be careful of the ladder though.”

Before he slipped the ring on, Marco felt Kent’s finger run down the length of his piercings. “Are you going to get another next month?”

Marco tilted his head to gaze into Kent’s eyes. “I don’t know. You want me to?”

Kent
seemed to consider the question for a few moments. “Well, I think you should do what you want, but I think your dick’s sexy just the way it is.”

Kent
leant down and ran his tongue along the twirling mass of vines and symbols tattooed on Marco’s hip and groin. Marco had taken the time to explain each symbol and design to Kent and what they meant to him. He knew the tattoos were proof of his depressed nature in the past, most of them having to do with survival and loneliness, but Kent seemed almost obsessed with them.

“What’re you going to add to this?” Kent asked, his gaze going from the tattoos to Marco’s eyes.

“Something happy. I think it needs to reflect my new life.” Marco grinned. He’d already decided to have the artist incorporate Kent’s name into the design.

Kent
cupped Marco’s balls and groaned. He stretched the silicone ring over the aligned silver barbells to the base of Marco’s cock. “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

“Huh?” Marco’s cock was damn near throbbing. No way could he stop.

Kent
manoeuvred himself to his hands and knees, his beautifully tight ass facing Marco. “Fuck me, babe.”

Marco chuckled as he grabbed the lube and popped the top. He drizzled a good amount down Kent’s crack, catching it with his other hand before it could pass the winking pucker. Marco entered his lover with his index finger, pushing as much lube as he could inside. “You’re so hot.”

“That damn cock ring is what’s hot.” Kent pushed back against Marco’s hand. “More.”

Happy to oblige, Marco slid his middle finger inside as well. He was rewarded with a deep, rumbling moan from Kent. Despite Kent’s claims that he preferred the top position in bed, Marco knew his lover enjoyed getting fucked as much as he did.

He marvelled at the way Kent’s skin stretched to accommodate a third finger.
Damn that’s sexy.
Marco remembered what it felt like the first time he’d fucked Kent without a condom. He’d never realised how much feeling was lost through the thin layer of latex.

Kent
also seemed to enjoy the added sensation of the Jacob’s Ladder rubbing across the inner walls of his chute. That first time, Kent had barely lasted two minutes before he was spraying his chest with his cum. Marco hoped he’d always have that effect on his lover.

“Now,” Kent groaned, bringing Marco out of his thoughts.

Marco removed his fingers and squirted additional lube onto his cock. He ran his palm up and down his shaft several times, ensuring a smooth entry.

On his knees, he positioned his cockhead at Kent’s entrance and surged forward in one smooth stroke. Just like a pro, Kent’s body accepted the invasion with minimal discomfort. “You okay?”

“I will be once you move your ass,” Kent cried, an impatient tone to his voice.

Marco shook his head. For someone who always needed to be talked into their current position, Kent always warmed quickly. Marco pulled out, making sure to give his lover the full effects of the barbells, before thrusting back in.

His rhythm was steady and controlled as his speed increased. He held onto Kent’s hips and revelled in the sounds of skin slapping against skin. The squeeze of Kent’s inner walls was almost too much to bear. He was grateful for the cock ring as Kent began slamming himself back, impaling himself over and over.

Marco bent over and nipped Kent’s shoulder blade before latching on with his teeth. He wanted to mark his partner for a change. Marco’s chest and groin were covered by bruises lovingly applied by Kent in the heat of sex.

He released the tanned flesh and leant back, his eyes focusing on his ringed cock as it pumped in and out of Kent’s hole.
Fuck
. With the simple addition of the black ring, his dick took on a whole new persona. Gone was the boy who’d been abused by his father, gone was the scared sixteen-year-old kid who’d had to take over as head of a family, gone was the man who’d never known what it was like to be truly loved.

Marco sucked in a breath at the sudden but intense emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He quickly pulled out of Kent’s ass.

Kent
’s head swung around towards Marco. “What’s wrong?”

Marco swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Turn over.”

He didn’t mean it to sound like an order, but he knew it had. “Please.”

Kent
complied, rolling to lie on his back. He spread his legs and stared up at Marco. “Babe? What’s wrong?”

Marco reached down and removed the cock ring before sliding his cock back into his lover’s body. He pressed himself against Kent and took his partner’s mouth in a sensual, love filled kiss. This is how he wanted to remember the moment.

The kiss heated and soon Marco felt a splash of warmth shoot between his body and Kent’s. He reached between them and wrapped his hand around Kent’s cock, milking the shaft dry.

Once Kent was taken care of, Marco began to truly make love to the man under him. He continued to kiss Kent as he thrust and ground his way to fulfilment. His balls tightened and his thrusts became erratic as he tipped over the edge into bliss.

As he emptied himself deep within his lover, he buried his face against Kent’s neck. Tears threatened in the intensely touching moment and crying in front of Kent wasn’t an option. He’d gone his entire life without showing the weakness he knew tears presented to the world.

Marco felt Kent’s soothing hands rub his back as he struggled to hold himself together.

“Are you going to talk to me?” Kent whispered.

Marco shook his head. “I’m just happy.”

“That’s good, right?”

It was obvious Kent was beginning to question Marco’s sanity. He finally lifted his head and stared into Kent’s beautiful eyes. “I realised something.”

“What, babe?”

“Everything I’ve ever been through helped lead me to you. If it hadn’t been for my shitty life, I never would’ve met you. Even more, had I not quit school and gone to work for you, I’d probably have ended up following in Eddy’s footsteps. I guess everything, good and bad happens for a reason.”

“You know the same could be said about Nicky and Bruno. You’ve done such a fine job of raising them. It’s because they were also given a different role model to follow that they’re growing up to be men we can be proud of.”

Once again Marco’s eyes began to sting. He tried to pull away from Kent to run to the bathroom, but strong arms held him in place.

“Why are you trying to run away from me?” Kent asked.

“Because I don’t want you to see me cry,” Marco admitted.

Kent
rolled them until Marco was lying underneath the larger man. Kent gazed down. “Do you think I’ll think less of you? Because nothing could be further than the truth. We’ve talked about the kids slowly building trust in me, but I need to know you’re starting to trust me more as well. You open yourself to me, but there always seems to be a wall we hit. What can I do to break through it?”

Marco knew Kent was right. He’d opened his heart but not his pain. “I don’t think I know. Crying wasn’t an option I had growing up in a house like mine. Mostly because I knew at a very young age Eddy fed on people’s weaknesses. I guess I learned to keep that part of myself locked away.”

“I hope you know I’m nothing like Eddy.”

Even the thought of comparing the two men was more than he could stand. The first tear dripped out of the corner of his eye to run down the side of his face. That single drop of moisture seemed to give birth to even more as the tears continued to run out of his eyes.

Kent
alternated between wiping away Marco’s tears and kissing him.

“I never want to lose you,” Marco cried.

“You won’t.” Kent kissed him again, wiping the snot from under Marco’s nose. “For better or worse, right?”

Marco nodded, sniffing. He used the back of his hand to dry his face. “I promise not to do that again.”

“Don’t you dare promise any such thing. One thing you need to get through that thick head of yours is this. I love you. No matter what. And if you’re upset I expect to be the one you discuss it with. If you’re happy, I want to be the one you celebrate with. Got it?”

“And if I’m horny?” Marco gave Kent his best grin.

“You have my permission to take me anytime, anywhere. As long as that’s all reciprocal, of course.”

“Oh, of course.” Marco pulled Kent down into an erotic kiss. He hoped to do a lot of reciprocating in the years to come.

* * * *

“Pay attention,” Bobby snapped at Kent.

Marco chuckled and slapped Kent’s hand that had wandered into his lap. The sound was louder than he’d imagined it would be and the entire table started laughing.

Red-faced, Kent tossed a couple of chips into the pot. “I’m in.”

“You’d like to be,” Moody mumbled behind his beer bottle.

Marco couldn’t stop laughing and threw his cards down. He decided to tease Kent a little more for his own amusement. “I can’t concentrate with a hard-on. I’m going to the bathroom to take care of the situation.”

Kent
choked on the mouthful of beer he’d just begun to swallow.

With a wicked grin, Marco headed in the direction of the restroom, but circled back and slipped into the kitchen to talk to Eric and Jules.

“What’s going on?” Eric asked.

Marco put his finger over his lips. “Shhh, I’m paying Kent back for embarrassing me earlier.”

Eric shook his head. “The two of you are as disruptive to the peace around here as you ever were except for a different reason.”

“You’re just bitter because for once you’re not winning,” Marco shot back.

A loud chorus of groans came from the dining room, signalling the end of the current game. Marco grabbed two beers out of the fridge. “Ten bucks says Moody won again.”