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“I’m waiting for you, I’m waiting for the evening calm, I’m waiting for our time, the oblique light, this pause between day and night. Peace will come, surely. But I can imagine no other peace than that of our two bodies bound together, of our gaze given over to each other - I have no other homeland but you.”
-Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondence, July 17, 1949 [#71]
Marcus came back.
He came roaring into Tomas’ life like a sandstorm, full of passion, pain and confusion. After his experience on the dock in Washington, Marcus barely slept or ate for a week in his frantic quest to find Tomas. After several bribes, multiple threats and one promise to perform a shady favor to be collected at a later date, Marcus came bursting back into Tomas’ life.
And Tomas was relieved, but not prepared.
Marcus located Mouse and his former student working through a difficult exorcism in Galeton, PA, a small and impoverished town in the Allegheny mountains. As soon as Marcus saw the shallow lake at the center of town, he knew he had the right place. It was the same lake that God had told him to find, during that premonition of terror and pain which culminated in a possessed and then dead Tomas. Marcus had listened as the booming voice of God told him how the demon would take Tomas’ soul and the weathered exorcist had collapsed on the damp boards of the fishing pier. God had told Marcus in no uncertain terms to find Tomas, to find him now, before it was too late. Had Marcus found his partner an hour later, he would have failed in his task.
After nearly beating down the door of the rundown motel room where Mouse and Tomas were staying, Marcus fell to his knees and cried. He talked and begged and sobbed and Tomas was both ecstatic to see Marcus and profoundly disturbed that he had come so close to possession and eternity in hell. Marcus’ vision had shown him the tricks that the demon would play and the traps it would use to ensnare Tomas. With Marcus’ warning, they could now safely finish their work.
The three of them went to complete the exorcism together, Tomas staying an arm’s length away from the possessed child. They made quick work of the demon together, with God’s grace and strength flowing through and between the three of them like warm, honeyed light. When it was over, the girl looked up at Tomas’ collar and fell to the floor weeping tears of gratitude over the man’s scuffed shoes.
Mouse headed back to Rome to investigate further infiltration of the church, and the newly reunited pair of exorcists picked up where they left off, more or less. It took time for Tomas to let Marcus back into his heart. He had suffered more than he liked to admit when Marcus had left. But Marcus did not make it easy for Tomas to keep his distance. The older man was seemingly renewed, a force of God’s fury and bursting with His grace. Tomas had never found someone so attractive in every way, had never felt himself sealed like a covenant to another human being in the way he now did with Marcus. When the days ended, and sleep clutched at his body as lights from passing cars paced across the walls of their motel room, Tomas let himself admit what his heart knew. He was in love with Marcus Keane, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it.
Their travel in search of the possessed gradually led them to Las Vegas. Or rather, they decided to take a bit of a break in Sin City, finding the idea both ironic and amusing. After locating what was for them a rather lavish hotel room, Marcus had convinced Tomas to join him for people watching and beer drinking on the Strip.
Tomas eyed drunken, hurried, flirtatious travelers weave in and out between tables, bar stools and one another. He tried to imagine what that life might be like, where sin was not an ever-present concern. Tomas was somewhat jealous, but mostly amused. His eyes flitted back to Marcus, sitting across from him at a table they’d commandeered in the corner of a bar. Marcus’ eyes were fixed on something across the room, carefully dissecting the subject of his interest. Tomas turned his head and followed the line of Marcus’ gaze. A man, fit and burly, with a beard and dark curly hair was dancing with woman. He had clearly had a bit to drink, and his hips swayed slowly as the woman wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned in for a kiss. Tomas looked back at Marcus, who quickly lowered his gaze to the table. Marcus folded and unfolded a napkin into small triangles, then tapped his fingers against his beer bottle, lost in thought. He looked up at Tomas suddenly.
“I’ve been thinking…” he began.
“A dangerous pastime, especially for you,” Tomas quipped.
Marcus paused, sightly annoyed, and then began again. “I’ve been thinking, Tomas, that while we’re here, there’s something I’d like to take care of…get out of the way, if you will.”
Tomas was quiet, his eyes set firmly on Marcus’ strong hands.
“Tomas, I’m 53 years old. I’m 53 years old and I’m not a priest anymore.”
Tomas sat back in his chair; his arms folded over his chest. “Yes, that’s true, Marcus. What’s your point?”
Marcus sighed. He leaned in and looked up at Tomas from under his blond eyelashes. “I want to lose my virginity,” he spoke and then smirked flirtatiously.
“Wha-what?” Tomas stammered. “What do you mean? You mean you’ve never… you’ve never…with anyone?”
Marcus shook his head. “I mean, I’ve fooled around, of course. But I’ve never…you know…I’ve never…” Marcus lowered his head and whispered, “I’ve never been inside someone, or had someone inside of me.”
Tomas leaned forward, rubbed his face and moaned into his hands. “Marcus...this is not, it’s not…”
“Don’t try to change my mind, Tomas. I’m determined. I’m not leaving this town a virgin,” Marcus spoke resolutely.
Tomas felt afraid, sick and strangely aroused all at once. He could not let this happen. He wanted to scream at Marcus that he was far too precious to throw away his virginity on a stranger. Instead, he found himself shyly asking, “Well, how do you, you know, plan on finding someone?”
Marcus shrugged. “Shouldn’t be too hard in a city like this, yeah? I’ll do myself up nice, go out for a night on the town, and find some bloke, or maybe a woman who wants to shag. Done.”
Tomas’ heart cracked in half as he listened to Marcus talk about giving himself to someone in such a cavalier way. But he knew Marcus, and he knew there was nothing he could say to change his mind if he was already determined.
“Tomorrow night maybe, or the night after,” Marcus continued. He sat back in his chair, his long legs stretching beneath the table. “I just wanted you to know because I’ll be going out and might not be back till morning. Then again, maybe the lucky guy will kick me out as soon as he’s popped my cherry.” He smiled mischievously, winked and took another swig of his beer. There was a false confidence in Marcus’ demeanor. It reminded Tomas of the second time they met in his apartment, when Marcus had told him he’d probably “pass out” after Marcus killed the demon in Casey Rance. So much bravado. It covered fear, Tomas knew. Masculinity draped over the shadows of vulnerability and anxiety, creating a landscape of formless pain. Tomas swallowed thickly, looking at Marcus, and felt tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He forced his face to betray his feelings, his grief pushing up the daisies of his smile.
Two nights later, Marcus returns to their room with several bags and a haircut. He gives Tomas a sideways grin and disappears into the bathroom saying, “Time to make myself beautiful.” Tomas feels nauseous. He attempts to occupy his mind by channel surfing, opening and closing apps on his cell phone, and watching the nightlife of Las Vegas from the window. But all he can think about is how someone in the city beneath him is going to be Marcus Keane’s first time tonight and they haven’t even met him yet. They don’t know how God’s grace flows through him when he reads scripture, how he loves Northern Soul or makes amazing omelets, how he falls asleep with charcoal smudges on his face, nor how he viciously barks at evil, and softly croons to the innocent. They don’t know what an incredible human being Marcus is, and they don’t know that someone loves him. Tomas knows that Marcus also does not realize that someone loves him, that someone is in love with him.
Tomas is deep in thought and prayer when the bathroom door opens. He can smell soap and cologne before he sees Marcus. He hears Marcus whistle to himself and turn off the bathroom light. The ex-priest enters the bedroom and walks to his bag. Tomas’ breath catches in his throat. Marcus is a vision. Newly shorn blonde-red and grey hair tops his head. His facial hair is neatly trimmed. A dark purple dress shirt covers his torso, the top few buttons undone. He wears new black dress pants, which suggestively hug his frame in all the right places, a black belt with a silver buckle loops around his waist. New black leather shoes grace his feet. Marcus has a simple silver crucifix around his neck. He slides on his black leather jacket and spins around to face Tomas.
“Well, what do you think?” he asks sincerely. Tomas can find no words. He stares at Marcus, eyes wide, lips parted, hands useless at his sides. Tomas feels enormous desire for this man, nervousness in his presence, and shame for his own lust.
He swallows weakly and with a dry mouth answers, “not bad.”
Marcus looks disappointed, his face falling before a quick recovery. “Thanks mate. That’s a real vote of confidence. Well, I’m off. Wish me luck!” He pockets his keys and heads for the door.
“Marcus don’t go,” Tomas says softly but with a firm edge.
Marcus turns around with a look of confusion. “What do you mean? Tomas, it’s fine. I’m fine. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself. I’ve got condoms and lube and a big sign on my ass that says, ‘take me I’m yours’. Just let me get this over with, yeah?”
“It’s not that…it’s not that I think you can’t handle yourself,” Tomas’ voice quakes. “It’s just…wrong.” Tomas stands and walks towards Marcus slowly. “All this time, all these years you’ve waited and to do this now, with a stranger, like this?”
Marcus sighs, clearly frustrated with his younger counterpart. “Tomas, it’s not a big deal to me. I’m not a teenager. I just don’t want to go to my grave a bloody virgin. Stop acting like a mother hen. I’m not a priest anymore…I’m NOT doing anything wrong here.” Marcus pauses, and seems to wait patiently for a retort from Tomas.
Tomas steps closer. “I know that. It’s not wrong. It’s just that it’s not RIGHT. Your first time should be special. It shouldn’t be a chore to accomplish. Your virginity is not something to throw away on whoever buys you a beer, no matter how old you are. You deserve more than that. I want you to want more than that for yourself.” He looks up at Marcus cautiously as he crosses his arms. Sweat breaks out across his back and his forehead. He doesn’t want to have to say all of this, he doesn’t want to have to come clean. But more than anything else, he doesn’t want Marcus to leave this room, still untouched in this one last way, and come back a notch in some stranger’s bedpost.
“Tomas,” Marcus counters, “I’m not interested in dating and finding ‘The One’. I’m too jaded for all that. I’m not even interested in having a boyfriend or a girlfriend or whatever. I just want to know what it’s like to have sex. It’s not all that complicated.” Marcus turns and heads again for the door, leaving a trail of musky cologne in his wake. Tomas trembles. He is out of time and Marcus is out of patience.
Tomas pulls a shroud of bravery (or is it foolishness?) over his mind and opens his mouth, the words coming fast and louder than he intends, “Stay here with me. Be with me. Let me be your first, please Marcus. Please.” As soon as the words are spoken, he wants to disappear or die, or both simultaneously.
Marcus stops suddenly, his back still to Tomas. He doesn’t turn around right away but looks down at the floor and gently shakes his head. “Thank God,” he whispers under his breath, then turns around to face the younger man. “Thank God,” he repeats, eyes wide, heart pounding so loudly he is sure Tomas can hear it, a smile blooming across his face.
Tomas smiles shyly. “You…you hoped that I would stop you? Ask you to stay here with me?” He looks genuinely surprised and terribly innocent in the dim light of the room.
Marcus nods, “Mhmmm” and slyly closes the distance between them. Tomas chokes back a sob that he didn’t know was in him and throws his arms around the older man. Tears well up and spill down his cheeks as he trembles in Marcus’ arms. “Hey now, shhhh,” Marcus whispers. “Listen, I’m the virgin here…shouldn’t I be the one that’s a bit emotional and teary?” Tomas pulls back to look at Marcus and laughs, wiping his face with his hands. He shakes his head and begins to compose himself. Marcus’ expression changes from amusement to concern. “But Tomas, your vows…” Marcus begins.
Tomas sighs, “Now what would God think if I let you go out and have sex with some stranger who isn’t in lo-“ Tomas stops himself before finishing the word. But it is too late. Marcus smiles and presses his lips to Tomas’ forehead.
“I love you too,” he mumbles against the younger man’s skin. Tomas brings his hands up and cradles the older man’s face gently. He looks his friend in the eyes, a gentle smile spreading across his lips. Marcus closes his eyes and waits, his body slightly trembling, his breath shallow. Tomas leans in and presses their lips together, lightly and sweetly, testing the new waters of these admissions. Marcus breathes out shakily from his nose, a sigh of relief, and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He pulls away after a few moments, a sly smile on his face. “Well, that was a long time coming, eh?”
Tomas grins, then takes a step back from Marcus in order to really drink in the sight of him. Marcus, it occurs to Tomas, has preened himself in preparation for this evening. He is presenting himself like a gift. Tomas is going to savor opening him up.
The dark-haired priest puts his hands on Marcus’ shoulders, pushing the black leather jacket down his arms. He takes it carefully and places it over the chair next to them. He motions for Marcus to sit. Tomas kneels and begins untying the older man’s shoes, then pulls them off, along with his socks. He gently rubs both of Marcus’ feet. Tomas stands, pulling Marcus up with him. Taking the ex-priest’s arm, he unbuttons one cuff of the purple dress shirt, and then places a small chaste kiss on the inside of Marcus’ wrist as the older man watches silently and intensely. Tomas repeats the action with the other wrist. Marcus’ skin is soft and warm beneath his lips and the intimacy of the moment causes arousal to surge in his gut.
Tomas’ nimble fingers start their work at the top button of Marcus’ shirt, and then slowly move down the tall man’s chest. Each button is carefully undone, and when the shirt is laid open, Tomas leans in and places his lips on Marcus’ chest. He opens his mouth, his tongue swirling on the flesh as he inhales deeply. Marcus smells of soap, and cologne, and something distinctly Marcus that is sharply spicy and warming. Tomas feels his cock twitch in his pants and the man standing before him shakes slightly.
“You look incredibly sexy right now,” Tomas confesses in a whisper, unable to make eye contact. Marcus smirks and cups Tomas’ face in his hand. Staring at Tomas’ full red lips, his wild curls and dark eyes, Marcus finds it amusing that he is the one being complimented. “I’m very serious,” Tomas continues, “You look amazing and you smell….God, my mouth is watering. I want you, badly.” He leans in and suckles at the older man’s neck. He kisses the mole to the left of Marcus’ Adam’s apple, the one he has dreamt many times of covering with his mouth. Tomas feels goosebumps rise under his tongue and feels encouraged.
Marcus speaks with a low and seductive tone, “My sweet Tomas, you can have me…however you like, for however long you desire, I am yours.” This is not the sort of thing that Marcus Keane says. To anyone. Ever. Tomas realizes this is one of many gifts that Marcus is giving to him tonight. The thought causes tears to once again sting his eyes. He feels overwhelmed and infinitely soft with love for this incredible man in front of him. Marcus, the warrior and the healer both at once, is finally Tomas’ to love without restraint.
He pulls the shirt down Marcus’ arms and places it on the chair over the jacket. Tomas kisses his way along Marcus’ shoulder and rounds his side until he is behind him. He studies the sunspots, moles, scars, and the muscle that moves beneath pale skin. He kisses the back of the older man’s neck and inhales again. Putting his hands on the back of each of Marcus’ thighs, he runs his nails and palms up until he holds two taunt and warm ass cheeks, one in each hand. He squeezes. Marcus stiffens and raises up on his toes, a whine escaping his throat. The younger man smiles against the warm, freckled skin. He kneels behind Marcus and lightly bites the flesh right above the belt line. Reaching around in front of the ex-priest, he begins to undo the belt. The leather creaks as it stretched, and Tomas hears Marcus inhale sharply. Tomas continues to nibble at the older man’s flesh as he finishes his task with the belt and unbuttons the dress pants. He can feel the tall man’s erection straining against the fabric. While Marcus holds his breath, Tomas slowly unzips his pants, and then stands, his tongue tracing a line up the older man’s spine as he does so. He presses his body along the long line of Marcus’ back and his erection snuggles neatly into the cleft of the other man’s ass through his pants.
“Marcus…” he whispers. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long. This feels like a dream.” Marcus hums in agreement. Tomas tugs on the pants, which fall to the floor in a pool around Marcus’ feet. The ex-priest steps out of them and turns to face his counterpart. He now wears nothing but his crucifix, his leather bracelet and black boxer briefs.
Marcus kisses Tomas deeply, opening his mouth and inviting the other man to do so as well. He tenderly bites at Tomas’ tongue, and moans into the quiet air of the room. Nuzzling his face into the younger man’s neck he whispers, “Tomas, make love to me.”
Fire surges up through his torso as Tomas winds his arms around Marcus, his fingers kneading at the warm flesh of his back. He runs his teeth along the side of Marcus’ throat and grinds his hips forward, drawing a moan from the older man. He steps back and takes off his own shirt while looking Marcus in the eyes, then stands before his partner in only blue boxers and his gold necklace. Marcus looks him over hungrily, chewing on his bottom lip.
“Come to bed,” Tomas says and turns towards one of the two queen beds in the room. Marcus follows and climbs in first, lying on his side and holding the covers open in invitation. Tomas gazes down at his friend and soon to be lover and breathes deeply, taking him in one last time before their relationship is forever changed. He knows that this isn’t just a step, it is a leap, and while he is not entirely certain they’ll both land on their feet, he also knows they can no longer stay on this ledge. He eases himself onto the mattress and lays on his side, facing Marcus. The ex-priest stares at him in the warm yellow light of the room, appearing innocent even with his years. Tomas moves closer, so that their bodies are flush, and kisses Marcus. His hand grasps the back of Marcus’ head as he opens his mouth and lets his tongue dance along the seam of his partner’s lips. Placing a hot and quaking hand on Tomas’ hip, Marcus moans and opens his mouth to the prompt. Minutes pass, the only sounds in the room the wetness of their mouths against one another, accompanied by soft groans.
Tomas’ mouth trails to Marcus’ neck and he sucks warm circles into the skin. He begins to move down the body before him, stopping at one of Marcus’ nipples. He takes the tiny nub between his teeth and tongue, while grasping the other man’s ass firmly. Marcus lets out a huff of pleasure and thrusts his hips forward. His erection presses into Tomas’ belly. The younger man moans in response, aroused by the evidence of Marcus’ desire.
“Marcus…” he breathes. “God, I want to make you feel so good. So much of you to touch and taste.” Marcus begins gently thrusting against his belly, trying to find some relief.
“Tomas, please…please touch me” he begs. Obliging the passionate request, Tomas moves lower and tugs at the band of Marcus’ boxer briefs. He folds them down so that the head of the older man’s lovely pink cock is exposed. Tomas feels a rush of heat in his belly as he grows harder. The curly haired man notices that the ex-priest’s pubic hair is neatly trimmed, and he smiles to himself. He places a sweet lingering kiss on Marcus’ belly and then opens his mouth, lowering it onto Marcus’ length. Salt hits his tongue as Marcus’ cock releases precome. He takes Marcus further, almost all the way down the shaft, and brings his hand up to cradle the other man’s balls through the boxer briefs that are still half on.
Marcus comes undone. He tightly winds one hand into Tomas’ hair and places the fingers of his other hand at the place where his cock meets the younger man’s mouth. He traces Tomas’ lips as they stretch to envelop him.
“God, love…yes. So good,” he whispers. Tomas increases the suction in his mouth, and lets his tongue explore the skin freely as he slowly moves up and down the length of Marcus’ erection. He breathes forcefully out of his nose and kneads the flesh of Marcus’ ass. The older man becomes harder between Tomas’ lips and begins to slightly thrust.
Tomas is wildly aroused. He cannot remember a time he has been this resigned to desire and need. His graceful love and respect for Marcus dovetailing perfectly with his want for the man’s body, the two not conflicting but heightening one another. He knows this is what lovemaking is meant to be though he has never experienced a connection this profound with anyone else.
Tomas revels in the sounds he is drawing from Marcus’ chest and throat and notices when the older man’s thighs began to quake. Marcus is going to come soon. Tomas stops, pulling up from Marcus’ cock and looks up at him under dark lashes. Marcus’ eyes fly open, and he looks for a moment as if he is going to object, but instead he breathes into his arousal with patience and smiles softly at Tomas.
“What is it, love?”
“Can you come twice tonight? Tomas asks. “I want…I really want you to come in my mouth, but it’s important to me that you come when I’m inside you.” Marcus’ cock jumps and he feels himself impossibly become harder in response to Tomas’ words. He swallows thickly.
“Yes, yes, I think so…if you’re patient with me,” Marcus whispers. Tomas grins slyly and kisses Marcus’ belly.
“Good,” Tomas replies. “That’s all I needed to know.” He opens his mouth again and takes Marcus into it with renewed focus. As he sucks Marcus towards orgasm, he begins to feel how pressing his own need is. He reaches down and gently palms his own cock through his boxers to give himself some relief. Tomas suckles steadily at Marcus while the other man’s hand tightens in his hair. It feels incredible to be wanted so fiercely.
“Ah, ah, ah! Tomas…you’re gonna make me come! Tomas, fuck!” Marcus thrusts hard and cries out as Tomas feels the muscles in his groin contract. Come pulses across his tongue as he swallows neatly. He gently fondles Marcus’ balls, coaxing them to give all that they have into his willing mouth. Above him, Marcus trembles, his head thrown back and his body stiff as he rides out his orgasm. It is the most beautiful thing Tomas had ever seen…Marcus, completely abandoned to love and pleasure. As the other man begins to unwind from his climax, Tomas sucks gently on the softening member. He pulls away and Marcus’ cock pops out of his mouth and lays spent against his thigh. Tomas smiles to himself. He has done well.
“For fuck’s sake, Tomas. Where in the hell did you learn to do THAT?” Marcus asks, stunned and boneless against the mattress. His eyes are closed, a sweet, satisfied smile on his face.
“Seminary,” Tomas answers truthfully.
Marcus laughs loudly, throwing back his head. “Perfect!”
Tomas pushes his way up the bed and lays his head on the pillow, his cock painfully hard in his boxers. Marcus watches him carefully and in the soft stillness of the room bends down to kiss him. “Hmmmm, you taste like me,” he whispers. “Thank you, Tomas. That was incredible.” He lays his head on Tomas’ chest while his breathing slows. Marcus’ hand begins to snake towards the younger man’s groin when Tomas’ grip stops him.
“No?” Marcus asks.
“I want to wait until I’m inside of you,” Tomas explains. “Where’s that lube you said you had?”
“In my jacket pocket,” Marcus answers.
Tomas slides out of bed, walking quickly to the chair where the jacket rests. He fumbles in the pocket and finds the lube and condoms.
“You are so beautiful,” Marcus speaks behind him with reverence. “Those shoulders, your back, and good God man, your arse…”
Tomas smiles fondly at Marcus as he makes his way back to the bed. “We can talk about my ass some other time. It’s your ass I’m interested in now,” he dark haired man states. “Come on now, flip over. Off with the boxers. Put a pillow under yourself. I want you up and open for me,” Tomas says seductively as he sits down on the mattress.
“Ummm…ok,” Marcus says cautiously, peeling off his boxer briefs and throwing them to the side. He places a pillow in the center of the bed and centers it under his hips as he lays face down on the mattress. He turns his head to look at Tomas and wiggles his behind, laughing.
Tomas stands and finally removes his boxers, his cock standing up proudly, the head glistening with precome. Marcus drinks in the sight of him.
“Tomas, you make my mouth water. Let me….” Marcus begins.
“No. Quiet now, I’m trying to stay focused, Marcus!” he says playfully.
Moving down between Marcus’ legs, Tomas begins massaging Marcus’ ass, kneading the muscles slowly. It is then that he notices that the older man’s ass is completely hair free. The cheeks, the crack, the entrance all bald and smooth.
“Marcus, did you….”
“Shut up,” Marcus mumbles into the pillow. “The manicure lady talked me into it when I told her what I was going to be up to tonight.” Tomas is sure he can hear Marcus blushing, and he chuckles to himself.
“Well, it looks very inviting,” Tomas purrs. He lays down on his stomach, his chin resting on the bit of pillow that extends out from underneath Marcus’ groin. He can feel Marcus stiffen above him.
“Tomas, what are you doing? I thought you were going to just, you know…”
“Oh no, my friend. I’ve got to get you ready first, and this….this is a feast. Voy a comer bien (I’m going to eat well).”
“My God, man. You can’t be serious…you’re not going to…”
And with that, Tomas licks from Marcus’ testicles to his hole, then lightly bites the swell of an ass cheek.
“Oh God!” Marcus yelps as he pushes up and away from Tomas. The dark-haired man reaches up and after looping his arms under and around the ex-priest’s thighs, pulls him back down towards his face.
“Vuelve aquí, Sr. Keane (Come back here, Mr. Keane),” Tomas whispers, his voice dripping with desire.
Tomas goes to work on Marcus, licking and sucking at the vulnerable cleft of his ass. He kisses the flesh with an open mouth, his tongue drawing moans and surprised sighs from the man above him. Tomas licks at Marcus’ opening while he snaps open the bottle of lube and applies some to his fingers. He replaces his tongue with one finger and begins making small wet circles on the tight ring of muscle. At the same time, he runs his tongue repeatedly over the space between Marcus’ balls and his entrance.
Marcus moans loudly and grinds his hips into the pillow beneath him. The curly haired man smiles as he continues his assault on Marcus’ ass, slowly working his lubed finger past the muscles and inside of the ex-priest. Marcus stiffens slightly once Tomas’ finger is past his entrance, as if waiting to see what might be next. Tomas leaves his finger inside of Marcus and begins slightly tugging at his entrance, almost pulling his finger out each time, but not quite. Marcus begins to rhythmically thrust against the pillow, his head turned to the side, eyes shut, breathing rapid and face flushed. He is lost in pleasure.
Tomas adds a second finger to Marcus’ entrance, and starts to finger fuck him slowly. Marcus’ body reacts as if he’s been shocked by electricity, his muscles humming with arousal and nervous energy. The younger man continues to use his mouth on any spot of naked flesh in front of him. He grinds his own hips into the mattress under him, groaning at the slight relief that he finds there. Time passes, Tomas infinitely patient and determined to ready Marcus for penetration.
“Tomas, I’m ready. I want you, please,” the tall man whispers, almost shy in tone.
Tomas slowly withdraws his fingers and kisses his way up Marcus’ back, coming to rest with the head of his erection pressed against the wet opening underneath him. Marcus pushes himself back to meet Tomas, inviting him to enter. In response, the younger man rolls off Marcus and to his side.
“Wha-what’s wrong?” Marcus askes, rolling onto his side with a look of utter confusion and vulnerability.
“I want to see your face,” Tomas says as he cups his partner’s jaw and brings him in for a lingering, passionate kiss. He tugs at the pillow under Marcus’ and the ex-priest lifts his hips so that Tomas can pull it out from underneath him. While still kissing Marcus, Tomas brings their bodies together and rolls on top of him. Marcus is willing and hard beneath him, and Tomas moans softly into his mouth. “Marcus, do you want me to use a condom? I was tested after Jessica and I’m clean but we’ll do what you’re comfortable with, of course.”
“No…just want you,” Marcus breathes into Tomas’ ear. He runs his fingers over the younger man’s arms and bites his neck gently. Tomas sighs with pleasure and then sits back on his heels, squeezing lube onto his hand and then stroking his cock languidly. Marcus watches him with arousal and adoration displayed on his handsome face.
“Ready?” Tomas asks softly.
“So ready. I want you inside me.”
Tomas pushes Marcus’ thighs up so that the older man is open and wet before him. He presses the head of his erection against Marcus’ entrance and lets a breath rattle through his chest.
“As I push in, I want you to breathe out. Please tell me if you want me to stop. It might be quite…intense,” Tomas smiles.
“Like everything else when I’m with you,” Marcus chuckles. The tall man inhales sharply through his nose and nods slightly to his lover.
Tomas guides his cock into his partner, feeling the tight ring of muscle give and allow him entry. Marcus exhales slowly as he feels Tomas breach him. The younger man looks down to see where they are joined and touches his fingers lovingly to that place.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters to himself. “After all this time.” He looks up at Marcus who appears awestruck. “Okay?” Tomas asks gently. Marcus shakes his head calmly.
“Go ahead,” the older man says lovingly. “All the way in, now.”
Tomas drapes himself over Marcus and tenderly pushes into his lover. His warm breath pours over Marcus’ face as he closes his eyes, lost in the moment. He stills his hips once he is fully sheathed inside of Marcus’ tight, hot heat and begins kissing him slowly and passionately. Marcus brings his arms up around Tomas and holds him solidly against him. As they kiss, tongues exploring one another’s mouths, Tomas begins to slowly move. He pulls out of Marcus almost entirely and then thrusts in gently. Again and again, he withdraws and advances, rocking their bodies together. He can feel Marcus’ cock harden further against his stomach. Tomas is not going to last long, but he is determined to outlast Marcus. He wants to hang on until his lover comes again.
“Tomas,” Marcus whispers, “God, this is…this is incredible. You feel so good inside of me, so perfect, so hot.” Tomas hums against Marcus’ shoulder and speeds up the pace of his thrusts. He braces himself with one hand on the bed and reaches between them to stroke Marcus’ cock. The older man bucks into Tomas’ hand as he moans. Tomas groans and breathes out slowly, willing his orgasm to stay at bay for now.
“It’s so good,” Tomas praises Marcus. “You feel amazing, mi amor. So tight. Eres el mejor regalo que Dios me ha enviado (You are the best gift God has ever sent me.) I’m going to come soon, Marcus. Please come for me first. Necesito verte venir de nuevo (I need to see you come again),” Tomas begs as he strokes Marcus faster and in pace with his thrusts. “I love you,” Tomas speaks into the now humid air of the room.
Marcus’ hips jump and his back bows off the bed. He cries out as he comes, his fingers twisting in the sheets as he pulses in Tomas’ hand. The younger man can feel Marcus tighten around him as he orgasms. Tomas’ restraint falters as he feels his own orgasm unfurl through his body and he thrusts deeply into his lover.
“Marcus!” Tomas shouts as the pleasure rolls through him in waves so strong, they almost threaten pain. He thrusts again and again and again, pouring himself into the man beneath him. As the last of his climax fades, he collapses onto Marcus’ chest, breathing heavily.
The two men lay together as their breathing slows. Marcus kisses Tomas’ forehead and runs his hands over his back gently.
“I love you too, Tomas” he murmurs into damp skin. “Thank you for this, my love.”
Tomas laughs, “Thank me?! Dios mio, thank you!!” He slowly withdraws himself from his lover and rolls to the side. “I’ll be right back,” he says. He comes back with a warm and wet washcloth which he uses to gently clean Marcus’ come from their stomachs. He also has a towel with him.
“Lift your hips, love” Tomas asks. Marcus does so as the younger man slides the towel underneath his bottom. “You’ll feel me…my…it will run out for a while and I don’t want you to have to sleep in a wet spot,” Tomas says gently. “How do you feel?”
“Brilliant,” Marcus smiles.
Tomas lays down next to his partner and laces his fingers through Marcus’. The older man looks sleepy and completely satiated.
“What shall we do tomorrow?” Marcus asks as sleep starts to take him.
“Well, I believe you said something about never having been inside of someone either, so we’ll have to correct that,” Tomas mumbles as he nestles against Marcus’ side. Marcus nods in agreement as he smiles.
“I’d better get some rest then,” Marcus says slowly.
“Si, my friend. Si.”
Then sleep claims them both, their bodies spent, their spirits entwined.