Chapter Seven
Urgent Relief
It was after two when Marc pulled up in front of Jason’s apartment building. Neither of them had said much on the drive back from the gym.
“How do you feel now?” Jason asked.
Marc kept his hands on the wheel and stared out of the window at the quiet street. “Honestly?” he released a huge sigh. “I have no fucking idea. Numb. Frazzled. Wired. Exhausted.”
“Yes,” Jason said. “Me too.”
They sat in silence again. Jason made no move to get out of the car and Marc was in no rush to hurry him on. The prospect of driving home to the empty house was something he’d rather delay. At last, he turned to face Jason. His face was set in a grim expression. “I could do with a drink,” Marc said. “Is anywhere around here still open?”
“Not tonight,” Jason said. “Pull around the corner and you can park. I’ve got plenty of booze upstairs.”
He followed Jason inside and they took the elevator to the seventh floor. The apartment was much as Marc had imagined from these new developments, with a large open plan kitchen and living area. The curtains were open, revealing a small balcony. The lights of the opposite bank glistened on the ink black river. Marc was in no mood to compliment the interior or the view.
Jason disappeared for a moment, before returning with a pile of towels. He handed one to Marc. “Give me your jacket. I’ll hang it up to dry.”
Marc suspected the wool-blend blazer was already ruined, but did what he was told, before rubbing the towel over his head. His feet were wet too. Without waiting for permission, he took off his socks and shoes and dried his cold toes with the towel.
Jason came back, minus his own jacket. His damp T-shirt clung to his torso. Despite everything that had happened tonight, Marc noticed his nipples, hard little bullets poking at the sodden cotton.
Jason went behind the counter and opened the fridge. “What do you want?”
“I’ll take whatever you’ve got.”
Jason pulled out a bottle of vodka and an ice tray. “I’ve got Coke or tonic,” he said, dumping ice into two heavy crystal tumblers and half filling them with spirt. He put a tiny splash of Coke into his own glass before the putting the mixers on the top for Marc to help himself.
Marc’s mind flashed on the memory of Dan lying dead in a pool of his own blood. He’d only ever seen one dead person before. That had been his husband on his hospital death bed, and later in the chapel of rest. Jack had died too soon, taken by a virus the government had allowed to get out of control, but Dan… Jesus . The terror that boy must have gone through in the moments before the end .
Marc ignored the mixers and took his drink neat. The vodka seared his throat on the way down, but he welcomed its fiery intensity.
Jason came out from the behind the counter and wandered to the window. Rain lashed against the glass. “Will this ever fucking stop?” he mumbled, taking a deep swallow.
Marc took in the fine shape of his silhouette. His broad shoulders, tight middle and waist, his beefy butt. He wondered with indifference why he would even notice those things, then his mind leapt onto the next grim memory of Dan.
Marc and the family had been advised against seeing Theo’s body after the crash. The police had other ways to identify him and had spared his nearest from that ordeal. Would Dan’s family be given the same respect?
He joined Jason at the window. The nightscape of the city looked so serene.
“Somewhere out there is the killer.” His voice sounded cold. Alien to his own ears.
“Undoubtedly. Unless they knew what they were doing and are already on their way back to London.”
“To Soloman Archer, you mean? You think he sent a professional hitman to shut Dan up before he could talk to us?”
“I don’t know what I think. I sure as fuck don’t have any evidence. And without that, I have nothing.” He opened his hand and blew away imaginary dust.
“What did that detective say when you spoke to him?”
“Benito? He didn’t give anything away. Only that they want to see us tomorrow to give them a more detailed statement. ”
“And what will you say? About why we were there.”
Jason shrugged. “I need to sleep on that one.” He knocked off the rest of his drink and returned to the counter for a refill. Marc did the same.
His eyes were drawn again to Jason’s nipples. The clinging T-shirt left little to the imagination, defining his shoulders and the broad slabs of his pectorals. He had strong biceps. He obviously worked out, but not to an obsessive degree. He looked beautifully fit rather than a gym fanatic. Marc questioned again why he should notice something like that after the horrors they’d experienced tonight.
He realised with alarm that Jason had caught him looking. His wide eyes stared directly at Marc, then lowered, as though checking him out too. Marc’s pulse quickened. He picked up the glass and carried it back to the window. His hand trembled. He didn’t want Jason to see that too.
“I wonder if they’ve told them yet,” he said.
“Told who?”
“Dan’s family. Have they received that dreadful knock at the door? The one that only means bad news.”
“It’s over four hours since we found him. The police are bound to have called on them by now. If they can be relied on to do their fucking job, that is.”
“You don’t like cops.”
He heard the sound of Jason’s footsteps on the floor behind him. His heart quickened. Is this what I think it is? Or am I reading this all wrong?
“You’re shaking,” Jason said, his voice was close.
“I don’t think I’ve warmed up yet.” The lie was desperate even to his own ears .
“What do I think of the police? In Blyham? Not a lot. After the last year, even less.”
Although Marc didn’t live in the city, he couldn’t have escaped the horror of the Blyham Strangler, who had terrorised the LGBTQIA community for eighteen months. Six men had been murdered before he was caught. But he wasn’t the only massive failure on the part of the local authorities. Hate crime had been on rise for a long time before he’d claimed his first victim, and the police had done little to curb it. Despite a sizeable gay village in the heart of the city, Blyham was one of the most dangerous places in the country for that community. His community.
Jason was close behind him. Marc could feel his breath on the back of his neck.
He wanted him. He hadn’t been this attracted to a man since Jack had died. Marc hadn’t been living a life of celibacy either, but all he was ever interested in was getting his rocks off and moving on. He didn’t care about names or professions or getting to know anyone better than for what they had under their clothes. What made Jason so different?
Marc turned around. Jason was inches from his face. So handsome. His eyes glinting with the lights from the window.
“What—?”
Before he could form a question, Jason’s face was up in his. Their lips touched. Then they were open, yielding against each other, tongues thrusting. Marc wrapped a fist around Jason’s head and pulled him deeper into the kiss. Their beards and stubble rasped against their skins. The scent of his body, his cologne, the booze on his breath was intoxicating .
Marc was hard and it was clear to discern that Jason was too.
Jason had put down his drink. He grasped Marc’s head in both hands, intensifying the passion and heat of the kiss. Finally, they broke away, panting in each other’s faces. Skin flushed.
“Shouldn’t be doing this,” Jason growled. He pressed his cheek against Marc’s. His tongue followed the line of his jaw, all the way to the ear.
“I don’t care,” Marc said. He dipped sideways to get rid of his glass, before going all in for Jason. His hands went straight for his jeans, tearing open his belt, riving at the fly buttons. Jason untucked Marc’s shirt and slid underneath. Marc shivered as he ran his hands around his torso. No one had even touched him like this since Jack. With casual hook ups, Marc would bend them over, take them from behind and be on his way. This was more intimate. So much more intense. He hadn’t even appreciated how desperate for sex he was.
He shoved Jason’s jeans to his thighs. He grabbed his hips and realised Jason was wearing a jockstrap. He slipped around the back, cupping his bare arse. His cock was ignited further. He thought he would burst. With a deep groan, he tightened his grip on Jason’s bare backside, pulling their hips together, crushing their raging cocks in between. There was a wetness in the front of his own underwear as he leaked pre-cum.
Jason forced his own hands down the back of Marc’s trousers, straight into his briefs, to cup his butt. Marc groaned again. No one had been close to that in years, now he was letting Jason maul it like a prime piece of meat. It was so fucking hot.
Marc needed more. So much more .
He slid down Jason’s body, pressing his face on his chest and belly, until he drew level with his dick. His pushed his cheek against the hard bulge. Jason’s cock tented the front of his jock pouch. Marc turned his head, mouthing the outline. Pre-cum oozed through the white fabric. He caught the taste on his lips, and it inflamed him further.
Marc no longer knew himself as pulled the pouch aside to unleash Jason’s beautiful cock. His was thick and uncircumcised. His sticky juices glistened on the folds of his foreskin. Marc sucked on the tip, trying to draw out every drop of precious moisture. The taste was salty, strong, incredible. He couldn’t control himself. He gripped Jason’s smooth balls and the root of his cock in one hand, guiding it into his mouth. Now Jason groaned and slid his fingers through Marc’s hair, urging him to go further. He didn’t need encouragement. Marc opened his mouth and took him all the way, until the blunt head of Jason’s cock reached the back of his throat.
He was out of practice. Before his gag reflex ruined everything, he eased back, catching a breath through his nose, and took up a hurried motion. He was torn between wanting to explore and savour every hard inch of this beautifully smooth dick and the urge to let loose, to go wild and fill himself with cum.
He tugged Jason’s jeans to his ankles, giving him the freedom to spread his knees and thrust into him. With one hand on his balls, he slipped the other around the back again, to enjoy that hot, bare arse. He slid his fingers into the tight crack, finding his hole. That molten hot opening .
Jason moaned, easing his cock back and forwards, seeming to enjoy every second as Marc sucked and slurped.
His breath hissed and he gripped Marc’s head in both hands. “Easy. Easy. I’m not ready to end this yet.”
Part of Marc wanted to continue, wanted to feel the hot gush of cum across his tongue and down his throat. A more dominant part of him wanted much more. He fell away, panting, staring at the magnificent and wet cock just inches from his face.
Jason toed off his shoes and out of his jeans. He hauled the T-shirt over his head and cast it across the room. Marc gazed upwards at his body. It was as fantastic as he’d imagined. Thickset and trim. Jason’s hairy chest and treasure trail made his pulse race faster. Jason’s sexy, gap-toothed smile beamed down at him.
“It’s my turn to see you,” he said.
Marc gave Jason’s cock one last suck, before getting to his feet. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. He was probably a good ten years older than Jason, but he had no worries about exposing his body. Running, boxing and swimming kept him in good shape for his age. He’d never look like a thirty-year-old again, but neither did he want to. Compared to Jason, the hair on his chest was relatively sparse, but his pecs were firm and well-shaped, and his belly was flat.
Jason murmured appreciatively. “Turn around.”
Marc did what he asked. Suddenly Jason was behind him, pressing his chest into his back. The warm contact of skin of against skin caused Marc to shudder again. He was so out of practice with all of this. Jason reached around and unfasted his belt and trousers. They dropped to his ankles. Jason’s hands were on his cock, smoothing the cotton of his briefs against the bulging outline. He nuzzled into the nape of Marc’s neck, making him shiver all over.
“Do you like this?” Jason grazed his fingers down the length of his cock, finding his balls, teasing them through the light material.
Marc’s stomach quivered. “Yes,” he gasped.
Jason explored, moving both hands to his waist. Every touch provoked fresh sensations. Marc had neglected the sensual side of his nature for far too long. He knew Jack had never wanted him to lock himself away for the rest of his life, but Marc had done that anyway.
Jason tucked his fingers into the waist of his briefs and tugged them down, exposing his arse. Marc let out a long exhalation as Jason rubbed his wet cock against his cheeks. Oh God, that feels so good. Jason held his hips and ground his hardness against him. Marc surrendered, arching his spine to push back.
After all they’d been through tonight, having that cock inside him would make everything feel better.
“Put it in me,” he growled.
Jason pressed his length into the cleft of his butt. “You sure?”
“Yes. Fuck me.”
Jason stepped back and gave his arse a firm slap. “Stay right there.” He hurried away.
Trembling, Marc struggled out of his wet trousers. He was naked when Jason returned moments later, carrying a bottle of lube, a strip of condoms and a towel.
“Get on the couch,” Jason said. “Show me your arse.”
Marc wasn’t used to being ordered around, in his personal or professional life, but doing what Jason told him to do was a thrill. He climbed onto the sofa and rested his arms across the back, sticking out his butt for Jason’s approval.
“Spread it,” Jason said.
Marc reached back, opening his cheeks. He had a good arse. His exercise regime saw to that, and he kept the crack clean and manscaped. He gasped as Jason dribbled cold lube into the cleft, then massaged it around his opening, before pushing his finger inside.
“Oh, God.” Marc rested against the back of the sofa and breathed deeply. He was tight. No surprise after all this time, but he wanted to go through with this more than anything. He focused on his sphincter and willed it to relax.
Jason applied plenty of lube and slid a finger all the way to the knuckle. He paused, giving Jason time to adjust, before withdrawing and going back in with two fingers. He worked his hole with a slick, twisting motion, getting him prepared. His nails were short and there was no pain or scratching.
Marc could barely wait for Jason to put on a condom. I need this. I need him .
“All right,” Jason said, manoeuvring into position.
“Do it,” he urged.
After so many years, it was like losing his virginity all over again. As Jason’s cock pushed against his resistance, Marc was sure he would never be able to take it. Jason was too big for him. They should have spent longer warming up. Marc’s hole stretched and stretched. Wider. Wider. He was going to break. He bit his lip to keep from calling out for Jason to stop. You want this. Take it .
Then he was through. Jason’s blunt head passed through his sphincter and the rest was easy. He slid deep until his hips pressed against Marc’s butt. He leaned over, kissing the side of his face.
“You okay?”
Marc nodded, heart pounding in his chest. There was no pain, no ache, just pleasure.
“Fuck me,” he demanded. “Let me have it all.”
Jason withdrew until just the head remained inside, then he gripped Marc’s hips and shoved all the way back. They worked up to a quick rhythm. As Jason rammed into him, Marc shoved back. The room was filled with the crack of skin against skin and their guttural cries of passion and desperate hunger. Holy shit . Marc gritted his teeth. In seconds he’d been transported to a plane of pleasure he’d forgotten even existed. The feeling of fullness, of being stuffed by another man, took away all the stress of the last few hours. They found assurance and support in each other’s bodies.
How could he have forgotten all the pleasure his arse could provide.
Jason put a hand on the small of his back as he fucked. Every touch was like electric, triggering sparks of delight all through his body. They were connected. Afterwards they might feel shame, even regret, that the death of a young man had brought them to this, but right now, they needed each other. They needed this.
Marc’s sensations were so strong and heightened that he came without touching himself.
“Oh, God.” His words were strained as pleasure gripped his body and he pumped cum over Jason’s sofa. His orgasm seemed endless. As it surged through his body, causing paroxysms, the sudden tightening of his sphincter triggered Jason’s release. He buried his cock deep inside him as he shuddered and spurted .
Marc set himself against the back of the sofa as Jason collapsed across him. They panted and gasped, their bodies hot and wet with sweat.
Outside, the torrential rain continued to rattle against the window.
And somewhere in the night, a man was dead, and a killer roamed free.