No Place That Far (18 page)

The water shut off.

Chris turned around, a few drops clinging to the ends of his hair before rolling down his forehead. “Let's go see what kind of trouble those two are getting into.”

“I think I can imagine.”

“Me too.” Chris stepped out, grabbed a couple of towels and handed one to Marcus. “That's why I want to go join them.”

“Agreed.”

A minute later, his hair still damp but his body dry enough, Marcus hung up his towel and headed into the bedroom.

“I'll be there in a sec,” Chris said.

“No rush. I think we'll be here for a—”

He stopped dead.

And stared.

Timur and Julien were already in bed. That much he'd expected. But…Jesus. All the mental images that had driven him crazy tonight were nothing compared to the real thing.

Completely naked and not even covered by sheets, they were half-reclined, propped up on pillows, kissing lazily and stroking each other like they weren't in even the slightest hurry. With his free hand, Julien cradled Timur's jaw, and his thumb ran back and forth across Timur's prominent cheekbone.

Soft footsteps behind him were Marcus's only warning before warm, damp hands appeared on his waist.

Chris wrapped his arms around Marcus, his rock-hard dick pressing against Marcus's ass. “I could watch those two go at it all night.”

“I think I'd rather join them.”

Chris's lips curved beneath Marcus's ear. “Good idea.”

“It's a very good idea,” Julien murmured, barely breaking the kiss with Timur.

Timur said something. English, French, Martian—it didn't matter. The low timbre of his voice went straight to Marcus's balls, and, yes, it was definitely time to join the guys on the bed.

Marcus went around one side while Chris went around the other. As Marcus slid up next to Timur, the man shivered, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose. He didn't miss a beat making out with Julien, but he found Marcus's thigh and squeezed it. Marcus pressed his lips to the back of Timur's neck and his cock against Timur's ass. Timur shivered again, fingers digging into Marcus's leg.

Marcus followed the edge of Timur's hairline from his neck to his ear, then worked his way down the side of his neck. Timur's whole body was hot, almost feverish—how he was still this languid in his kisses and touches, Marcus couldn't even fathom.

Julien broke the kiss with a moan. Marcus had just enough time to glance down—good
God
, Chris was sucking his husband's cock enthusiastically—before Timur twisted around, grabbed the back of Marcus's neck and kissed him. Marcus slung his arm over Timur and lifted himself up a bit so Timur didn't have to strain quite as much.

Then Timur turned all the way onto his back. Marcus climbed on top, rubbing against him as Timur dragged his fingers through Marcus's hair. Someone curved a hand over his ass. There was movement beside him—voices, bodies shifting—and lips brushed his shoulder blade. He lost track of everyone. Lost track of everything.

He was on top of Timur for a while, and then he was on his back. One minute, he was kissing Timur. The next, Chris. Then Julien. Then…hell, he didn't even know anymore. Who was kissing him, touching him, stroking his cock, sucking his cock, under him, over him? Didn't know. Didn't care. Didn't want to stop.
Ever.

A low, throaty groan gave him goose bumps, and he opened his eyes even as he kept kissing…

Julien. That's who he was kissing now. On their knees, bodies pressed together, they'd been making out for…hell, he didn't know. But that delicious groan had come from somewhere else.

As if on cue, Julien broke the kiss and started down Marcus's jaw to his throat, and Marcus blinked his eyes into focus.

Wow. Timur was lying back, half-reclined against the headboard, and Chris was going down on him. Marcus couldn't even be sure which of them had groaned—the one sucking cock like it was the most amazing thing in the world, or the naked, trembling soldier who wasn't going to last much longer.

As Julien's mouth explored Marcus's neck, Marcus held Timur's gaze, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open, watching him knead Chris's scalp. His face, throat and chest were flushed, a sheen of sweat on his forehead catching the dim light, and, holy fuck, he was sexy like that, losing his mind and falling to pieces as Chris's head bobbed over his cock.

Timur closed his eyes. His fingers slid through Chris's hair. He tilted his head back, exposing his throat as he swallowed hard. His lips moved, and Marcus couldn't understand the words, but he damn sure understood the sentiment:
Don't stop.

Julien lifted his head and turned to watch them. “Lucky bastard. Chris's mouth is incredible.”

That only spurred Chris on. He bobbed his head faster, and Timur's back arched. Eyes squeezed shut, breath coming in short, sharp puffs, Timur wasn't speaking any language now, just moaning softly and trembling.

Julien kept an arm around Marcus's waist, but leaned away enough to slide his hand over Chris's ass. “You are going to get fucked
so hard
for what you're doing to him.”

Chris groaned, which sent a shiver through, well, all of them. Marcus could barely breathe—between Julien's hard cock against his, the sight of Chris relentlessly going to town on Timur and Timur losing his mind, Marcus wasn't sure
he'd
last much longer.

Julien ground against him, driving a string of curses from Marcus's lips as their cocks rubbed together.

Timur's eyes opened and locked on Marcus.

All at once, Julien slid a hand between them and wrapped his fingers around Marcus's dick. Marcus swore again, and Timur fucking lost it.

He gripped Chris's hair, thrust into his mouth and cried out loud enough he probably woke
Marcus's
neighbors. Chris didn't stop either—he kept stroking and sucking until Timur collapsed back against the headboard and whimpered something that probably meant “enough” in God only knew what language.

Chris sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of a shaking hand.

“After a blowjob like that,” Marcus murmured, somehow out of breath himself, “I think he
deserves
to be fucked.”

“Mmhmm.” Julien licked his lips. “I'll get a condom, and you can do the honors.”

Marcus's breath caught. When Chris glanced back at him with a wicked grin, he shivered. To Julien, he said, “Yeah. Condom.”

Julien chuckled. He kissed the side of Marcus's neck, then got up to get a condom from the bedside table.

Marcus moved toward Timur and leaned down to kiss him. “You're gorgeous when you're that turned on.”

Timur curved a hand around the back of Marcus's neck. He inhaled like he was going to say something, but let it go and went for a breathless kiss instead.

“Didn't someone say something about fucking me?” Chris asked.

Marcus turned around, and…oh yeah, Chris needed to be fucked. His eyes were gleaming, his pupils completely blown, and he was slowly stroking his cock as if he needed someone touching him somehow before he went crazy himself.

Marcus kissed Timur once more, then got up on his knees and wrapped an arm around Chris. “After you made him come like that? You'd better believe you're going to get fucked.”

“Good,” Chris breathed. “Because—”

Marcus cut him off with a kiss. “Hands and knees. Now.”

Chris blinked. Then he obeyed, getting back into more or less the same position he'd been in while he'd worked his magic on Timur.

While Marcus put on the condom, Julien took the liberty of making sure Chris had plenty of lube on him. Even after he handed the bottle to Marcus, he kept teasing Chris, fingering him and stretching him until Chris was trembling, gripping the sheets and threatening Julien with indefinite celibacy if he didn't let Marcus fuck him
right now
.

As Julien withdrew his fingers, he glanced at Marcus. “You heard the man.”

“Mmhmm, I did.” Marcus set the lube bottle aside, and when Julien moved out of the way, positioned himself behind Chris. He was tempted to tease Chris even more, just to wind him up, but after the way Chris had turned Timur inside out, he deserved the fuck he was dying for.

Slowly and carefully, he pushed into Chris. He met almost no resistance—Julien had definitely prepped him well—but Chris was tight as hell. Turned on as he was, Marcus doubted he'd last long. Good thing Julien was there to finish the job if Marcus couldn't.

As he worked himself deeper into Chris, Marcus was barely aware that the other men in the room existed. There was movement in his peripheral vision, voices and activity, but he was too caught up in sliding in and out of Chris's tight ass.

He found a steady rhythm, and after a while, finally looked up and remembered he and Chris weren't alone in this room.

Wow. They were definitely
not
alone.

Timur had moved over, and Julien had taken his place, leaning against the headboard while Chris sucked his cock. And of course, Timur and Julien couldn't be that close together and keep their hands off each other—Timur's finger teased Julien's nipple, and Julien's hand cupped Timur's jaw as they kissed languidly.

A gasp separated them. Julien pressed his forehead to Timur's, eyes squeezed shut and lips murmuring something Marcus couldn't understand.

Marcus picked up speed. Chris's head bobbed faster over Julien's groin. Julien held on to Timur but couldn't breathe enough to keep kissing him, so Timur kissed his neck instead.

Marcus liked the power—whatever he did to Chris made it to Julien and Timur. If he slowed down, Chris did too. If he sped up, Chris groaned and gave Julien even more.

And if he didn't slow down again, this was going to be over much, much too soon, and he was not turning Chris back over to Julien quite yet.

Holding Chris's hips to steady them both, Marcus slowed way down. Chris tried to rock back against him, but Marcus held him still. Which, of course, made Chris tense. Which made him tighter. Which almost—
almost
—drove Marcus over the edge.

He gritted his teeth and willed himself to stay in control.

Julien and Timur exchanged a few words in French. Then Timur kissed him lightly and got up. He moved to the end of the bed near Marcus, and Marcus's tenuous grasp on his sanity slipped a little more as Timur's hand came to rest on the small of his back.

Marcus struggled to maintain some semblance of rhythm, but looking into Timur's glass-green eyes made it hard to breathe, never mind thrust into another man.

And then Timur kissed him.

And everything else disappeared.

Marcus was aware that two other men were still there, that he was buried deep inside one of them, but only vaguely. One minute he'd been lost in the ecstasy of being in bed with three guys at once, and the next…this. A lazy kiss, a warm, calloused hand on his back and another drifting around the side of his neck. Jesus. How long had it been since he'd experienced a kiss that could make him feel like they were suddenly the only two people in a crowded room?

Someone groaned softly, and the hair on Marcus's neck stood on end. He remembered where they were. What he was doing. Who else was there.

And didn't care. He somehow convinced his hips to keep moving, especially as Chris tightened around him and rocked back against him. Marcus tried to focus, tried to give Chris what he obviously wanted, but…Timur. That kiss.

Fuck, his whole body was trembling now. His balls tightened, his spine tingled, and he was so damned close.

The need for air forced Marcus to break the kiss. He drew back with a gasp and met Timur's eyes.

Timur grinned. Caressed his face. Kissed him again.

And Marcus came.

He moaned into Timur's kiss, thrust as hard as he could into Chris, and he was sure he'd have collapsed if not for the strong arm holding him up.

As his vision cleared, Marcus broke the kiss and held Chris's hips for support. “Holy fuck.”

Julien looked up at him. He might've had something witty to say, but then he closed his eyes and exhaled as his husband kept sucking his cock. “Fuck…”

Marcus withdrew carefully. “I should…get…” he swept his tongue across his lips, “…get rid of this.”

“Shower's…” Julien waved a hand in the general direction of the bathroom. “You know where it is.”

“I do.” Marcus kissed Timur lightly. “Be right back.”

He managed to get up and stay on his feet, and made it into the bathroom without his knees dropping out from under him. He took care of the condom, washed his hands and paused for a moment to collect himself. Palms flat on the counter, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

What the hell had happened? One minute, it was nothing but purely hedonistic pleasure. Four guys getting each other wound up and turned on because why the hell not.

And then…

That look. That kiss. That man.

Holy fuck.

“Marcus?”

He turned around. That man, indeed.

Marcus swallowed, leaning against the counter for support. “You didn't…shouldn't you be with them? They haven't gotten—”

One of the guys moaned and cursed. Okay, so they were obviously doing all right on their own.

“They're…” Timur chuckled and waved a hand toward the bedroom as he came closer to Marcus. “Is good.”

“Yeah.” Marcus licked his lips. “Is good.”

“You're all right?”

“I…”
I don't know. Don't ask complicated questions when you're looking at me like that. Shit, Timur. What's going on?
“I'm all right.”

Timur wrapped his arms around Marcus, drawing him away from the counter, and Marcus didn't have much choice but to melt against him. It wasn't just because he didn't have the support anymore, or because he didn't quite trust his knees yet. He just…couldn't do anything else. One touch from Timur, and he wanted more. As much skin touching skin as possible.