20. Chapter 20 #2
Marcus went. His steps were hesitant at first, then more certain as he crossed the room to join Andre. His eyes never left Andre's face, as if he were the only thing in the room worth seeing. In an instant, the whole temperature of the room shifted to scorching.
Marcus’s mouth was a revelation, hot and wet and desperate against Andre’s throat, leaving behind a trail of bruises that screamed mine.
His teeth dragged over the sensitive skin just below Andre’s jaw, and Andre let out a groan so loud it should’ve peeled the wallpaper.
Marcus didn’t stop, his tongue laving over the marks he’d made as if to memorize the taste of Andre’s skin.
“Fuck,” Andre hissed, his hands gripping Marcus’s shoulders hard enough to leave crescents of pressure. “You’re gonna kill me before we even get to the bed.”
Marcus pulled back just enough to smirk, his lips wet and swollen from kissing Andre stupid. “You’ve been holding out on me for six years,” he growled, his voice low and rough like gravel. “You think I’m gonna let you tap out now?”
Andre’s cock throbbed in response, straining against the tight confines of his jeans. He reached for Marcus’s belt, fumbling with the buckle, but Marcus batted his hands away. “Patience,” Marcus murmured, his breath hot against Andre’s ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Marcus dropped to his knees, and Andre’s heart stopped.
Marcus’s hands slid up Andre’s thighs, pushing his shirt up higher to expose the hard lines of his abs.
Andre’s skin prickled under Marcus’s touch, every nerve ending on fire as Marcus’s lips ghosted over the trail of hair leading down to his waistband.
“You’re fucking torturing me,” Andre ground out, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Marcus chuckled, the sound dark and promising. “Good.”
He finally popped the button on Andre’s jeans, yanking them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. Andre’s cock sprang free, thick and dripping with pre-come, and Marcus didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his lips around the head, sucking hard enough to make Andre’s knees buckle.
“Marcus,” Andre gasped, his fingers tangling in Marcus’s dark hair. “Shit, that’s… fuck, your mouth.”
Marcus hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to Andre’s core.
He took Andre deeper, his tongue working wonders as he bobbed his head, slow and deliberate.
Andre’s hips stuttered forward, fucking into Marcus’s throat, but Marcus didn’t pull away.
Instead, he looked up through his lashes, his blue eyes fucking glazed with hunger, and Andre nearly came right then and there.
“Stop… fucking stop,” Andre panted, tugging Marcus’s hair to pull him off. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”
Marcus stood, his lips slick and swollen, and Andre didn’t waste any time. He shoved Marcus onto the bed, climbing over him and pinning him down with his weight. Marcus let out a breathless laugh, but it cut off into a groan when Andre latched onto his neck, sucking a bruise into the pale skin.
“You’ve got six years of making up to do,” Andre growled, his voice dripping with promise. “And I’m gonna wreck you.”
Marcus’s hands were everywhere, tugging at Andre’s shirt until it was gone, his nails scraping down Andre’s back as Andre worked his way down Marcus’s body. He nipped at Marcus’s chest, his tongue swirling around a nipple until Marcus was arching off the bed, his cock leaking against his stomach.
“Andre,” Marcus moaned, his hips bucking up uselessly. “Please… fuck, I need you.”
Andre smirked, sitting back on his heels to admire the mess he’d made of Marcus. His pale skin was flushed and marked, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Andre reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking up his fingers before pressing one against Marcus’s tight hole.
Marcus gasped, his hips jerking as Andre worked him open, slow and steady. “More,” Marcus begged, his voice wrecked. “Need more of you.”
Andre added a second finger, crooking them just right to hit that sweet spot that had Marcus crying out, his hands clutching the sheets. “Fuck,” Marcus choked out, his legs spreading wider. “Andre, I… please, just fuck me already.”
Andre didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out, slicking himself up before positioning himself at Marcus’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Marcus’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and Andre lost it.
He started fucking Marcus hard, his hips snapping forward with a force that had Marcus screaming his name. Marcus’s nails dug into Andre’s back, his head thrown back as Andre drove into him over and over, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars.
“Fuck… yes, right there,” Marcus panted, his cock leaking between them. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”
Andre wasn’t planning on stopping. He was too far gone, lost in the way Marcus felt around him, tight and hot and perfect. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Marcus’s cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Marcus came with a shout, his body clamping down around Andre as he spilled over Andre’s hand. Andre wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came with Marcus’s name on his lips.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap, their breaths ragged as they tried to recover. Marcus reached for Andre’s hand, lacing their fingers together as he pressed a kiss to Andre’s palm.
“I love you,” Marcus whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Don’t ever doubt that I never stopped.”
Andre pulled him closer, his lips brushing against Marcus’s forehead. “I love you too,” he murmured. “More than anything.”
Afterward, they lay tangled in sheets that had never once had another body in them, Marcus's head on Andre's chest, Andre's fingers moving slow through his hair.
"Twenty-one hours and we hit Drakov again," Marcus said eventually. "Ghost and Bell's guy shredded Drakov's hacker and got us some intel. Not just Okafor. Everything. We… we can take him down this time. For good. Finally."
"I'll be there."
"I can't let you risk it." Marcus pressed a kiss to his sternum, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world instead of exactly the opposite. "Come find me tomorrow. When it's over."
"I'll be right there next to you tomorrow, Whitfield. Try to stop me."
Marcus laughed, quiet, and it moved Andre's whole chest.
"Good," he said. "I was hoping you'd say that."