Chapter 24 Marcus
MARCUS
It was just after midnight when the movie finally came to an agonizing conclusion.
Normally, Marcus enjoyed horror movies, but this…
this one was painful to watch. He wasn’t sure whose dick had to get sucked in order for that movie to be made, but whoever it was, Marcus hoped that the man experienced erectile dysfunction for the rest of his life.
“Movies—” Marcus began, before looking down at the sleeping twink nestled comfortably into his chest.
Apparently, Gavin had left him alone to suffer while he escaped to dreamland, no doubt enjoying himself on stage while performing with Beyoncé or Gaga. Or perhaps he was starring in a twelve-man orgy—cocks and balls everywhere, each taking their turn to satisfy the blissed-out little twink.
Marcus wasn’t exactly sure what it was that gay men in their twenties dreamed about, but whatever it was, Gavin sure looked at peace.
Trying his best not to move him, Marcus snaked his arms under the boy, then lifted him so he could carry him to bed.
“Come on, Puppy. Time for bed,” Marcus called after the dog, who was nestled up on the area rug by the fire, enjoying his own little midnight snooze.
Puppy stretched himself out before happily following his masters up the stairs and down the hall.
Once they reached the bedroom, Marcus used his back to push open the door, then the moonlight from the bedroom window to guide him to the bed.
Gently, he lowered Gavin onto the plush surface, then removed his socks and T-shirt, before carefully loosening his shorts and sliding them off his body.
Lying there in the moonlight, the boy looked so peaceful and gentle. His pale white skin stood in sharp contrast to the jet-black hair that fell across his face. To say he looked like a sleeping angel did not do the creature before him justice. How did one capture the essence of such beauty?
Look at him, being all poetic and romantic.
Marcus carefully moved some of the fallen hair from Gavin’s forehead.
What was he doing?
Staring at the boy… in the dark… while he slept…
’Cause that wasn’t crazy serial killer behavior or anything.
Kissing his fingers, Marcus hesitated before gently pressing them to the boy’s cheek.
Was it possible that one could be straight their entire life, then meet someone and suddenly change their sexual orientation?
Marcus had never been attracted to men before in the past. Yes, occasionally he found a guy attractive, but he never felt that urge or desire to be intimate with a man.
Fucking around with Gavin in the shower had been so incredibly hot. Marcus was afraid to think about it. Feeling Gavin’s body pressed up against his. Feeling the way his body quivered when he shot his load into Gavin’s ass… bare. The whole thing had been… unbelievable.
Marcus continued to watch the boy sleep, nestled happily in Marcus’s king-size bed, blissfully unaware of the dangers of the world around him.
This was the Gavin that Marcus always hoped he would see—someone relaxed, carefree, and blissfully happy.
Removing his joggers, Marcus folded them, then placed them on the chair in the corner of the room.
“Up,” Marcus said to Puppy, who was patiently waiting for Marcus to give him orders.
Puppy hopped onto the bed, then immediately moved to the other side of Gavin, knowing that Marcus liked to snuggle up behind the boy.
Good boy, Marcus thought to himself.
Sliding into bed, he wrapped his body around Gavin, then waited as he shifted in his sleep, snuggling in closer to Marcus before letting out a relaxed sigh when he finally found the spot that made him happy.
Yes, Marcus could get used to this life.
Gently, Marcus rubbed the top of Puppy’s head before returning his hand to the soft of Gavin’s belly. Holding him close, he had never felt so relaxed.
This was where he was meant to be. This was where he wanted to be.
Closing his eyes, it didn’t take him long to drift off to sleep, blissfully unaware of the monster that lurked outside.