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Marley wasn’t sure when they’d met anymore. He knew it must have been sometime in 2020. He just wasn’t sure if they were actually introduced or if they’d just played together on the ice. Marley remembered the wedding though. He was one of the only Boston players to show up for Roz. He had been so excited for his buddy.
All the Centaur’s were there, the team was a close unit. Marley always thought Boston was tight, too, but it turned out he had just been orbiting Roz the whole time. Once Roz left, life went out in the locker room. Roadies weren’t as fun. Clubbing or drinking with the rest of the team wasn’t the same. Marley was feeling pretty down about it all season, and then he had gotten a text message of all things inviting him to the wedding in July.
Marley had shown up and immediately felt a little out of place until Roz had hugged him and thanked him for coming, and then it was like no time had passed between them at all. That’s when he had actually met Luca properly. Roz had pulled him over and threw his arm around the giant blond introducing him as his “pride and joy.” Marley wouldn’t say it was love at first sight. But he felt something inside him sit up for the first time in at least a decade.
Luca, for his part, was all stammering and blushing.
“Don’t worry about Luca, Marley. He is big fan. He had my poster on his wall as kid! Now he gets to play with hero! Huh? Luca? Soon he will win all the trophies. Watch out for him on ice yeah?” Ilya was oblivious to Luca’s shyness, shaking his shoulder and patting his cheek before excusing himself to greet other guests.
“Marley,” Cliff had helpfully said while holding out his hand to shake.
Luca had blushed further and his smile widened just enough that there was a flash of dimples. Actual, honest to god, dimples. Marley wasn’t sure why he was so awestruck by them. He’d seen dimples before. Hell, people said he had them. But his were not like this. Luca’s face was round, open and eager. Marley felt ancient and alive at the same time. His head was spinning a little and his collar was starting to feel tight.
“I know. I’m Luca,” Luca gripped Marley’s hand but didn’t quite meet his eyes even though he was still smiling and blushing. The handshake was firm, the same callouses from weights and hockey sticks on Luca’s hands as Marley’s own. Luca performed a few up and down motions and quickly let go.
They’d shared a few awkward exchanges before another teammate had seen Luca’s blushing face and rescued him from Marley. Since the wedding, he noticed Haas every time they played Ottawa. He found himself checking game tape of the Centaur’s games, watching Haas’ stats rise as the season went on. When Rozanov and the team were in Boston, Marley tried his hardest to convince him to bring the team out for drinks. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t. He also tried it whenever the Raiders were in Ottawa with a little more success.
Every time Luca joined his teammates, Marley found himself drawn to the quiet artist. A talent he noticed when Rozanov made him sketch on bar napkins. He also discovered that Luca wore glasses off the ice which, combined with his big blue eyes, those damn dimples and blond hair, drove Marley crazy. He found himself in a club bathroom in Detroit with a blonde girl with glasses, but it was not what he was looking for.
Marley and Luca were friends now, sorta. They had exchanged numbers and they texted. At first it was just Marley congratulating him on a game win, or a goal. Luca would send a thank you text and that was it. Then slowly Marley started to ask him random questions. “Draw anything cool lately?” was left on read for 2 days before a response came through.
Luca: “You don’t actually care about my art do you? I’m not very good.”
Marley: “You kidding?! You’re great! I mean I don’t know art, but I love what I’ve seen you do at a bar with a napkin. You gotta have better stuff than that.”
Luca: “Yeah. I have a sketchbook. I draw on the plane a lot.”
Marley: “You need to bring it next time! I wanna see it!”
After that they texted nearly every day. Just random bits of conversation. How they grew up, what tv show they were watching, how sore what muscle was from practice. Nothing big. Yet to Marley it was like he had a buddy again. Roz and him still spoke, still texted, but Roz was so busy as Captain and now husband; it wasn’t the same. Marley could text Luca any time day or night and Luca would respond. Not always right away, their practice and game schedules weren’t always the same, but within a few hours there would be a message waiting from Haas, guaranteed.
Then one day to Marley’s delight, the kid had the balls to do it, he finally brought his sketchbook. He showed up to the bar with Roz, Barrett,, Hayes, Bood and some of the others after the Boston and Ottawa game with his glasses and a satchel with his sketchbook, pencils, coloring pencils, his whole travel art kit. They ended up at a table next to the louder group, just the two of them. Marley pulled up a chair close and watched Luca draw and color. Luca would listen while Marley yammered on about whatever he could think of. Luca didn’t talk much, but when he did it was thoughtful. He cracked jokes that made Marley laugh and asked good questions.
Hours passed until finally Bood had come over, put a hand on Luca’s shoulder, and let him know they were all heading back to the hotel. Marley thought that would be the end of it, but to his surprise Luca stayed. The two of them finished the last of their beers, Luca packed up, and Marley walked him out. The hotel wasn’t far, so Marley decided to stroll with him back.
When they got to an alley between two buildings, Marley pulled Luca into the shadows and backed him into the wall. He wasn’t sure why he did it, just that instinct was driving him forward. He liked Luca. Too much. Couldn’t stop thinking about him. There was a spark between them and he knew Luca felt it too. Luca was constantly blushing and looking up at him through his eyelashes as he drew. He shifted closer than necessary when they hung out in a group. The two of them had been dancing around the magnetic attraction for months, moths to a flame.
Marley didn’t let Luca get a word out, just cupped his face between his hands and kissed him. Looking back, maybe it should have been more of a surprise. Maybe he should have had more of an identity crisis about kissing another dude. Marley wasn’t gay, and wasn't bisexual. That was Hollander and Rozanov. He just liked Luca. He wanted Luca. Marley had lived his whole life going for what he wanted and he wasn’t about to let a little hang up like sexual orientation get in the way of that.
Luca for his part had frozen, any word of surprise dying on his lips as Marley pressed their mouths together and flicked his tongue inside Luca. Then Luca was kissing back. His hands dropped from where they’d grabbed Marley’s shirt and went to Marley’s hips, pulling Marley flush against him. Marley groaned when he felt Luca’s hardness against his own.
Marley broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, searching Luca’s eyes before letting a crooked grin cross his face.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for months,” he admitted in a whisper. Marley watched as Luca swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing as he took in a breath.
“Then why didn’t you before?” Luca whispered back.
“I don’t really know. Can I do it again?” Marley stroked his thumb across Luca’s cheek, relishing the soft skin and rough stubble. The contradiction was making him harder.
He wanted to do a lot more than kiss Luca, but he wasn’t confident he knew what just yet. The panic that should have happened before he pulled Luca into the alley to kiss started to raise its head. He wasn’t gay, he didn’t know what he was doing here. I mean, he knew the mechanics, but he had zero first hand experience and was suddenly feeling out of his depth. He squashed all those feelings down. Kissing he could do. He had Luca in his arms, alone, and if Cliff Marleau knew how to do one thing, it was how to kiss.
Oh God.
Marley was kissing him. Marley was kissing him.
It was everything he’d secretly been dreaming about. Luca had known he was gay for a long time, but he kept that mostly to himself. He never denied it, but he never confirmed it either. The league had changed, but not that much. It was still early in his career, he wanted to prove himself before he had people talking about his personal life.
When he met Cliff Marleau at the wedding, he felt a zap of attraction deep in his stomach. Marleau was rugged, masculine, and charismatic. Everything Luca felt he wasn’t. Then as time went on Marleau became Marley. No matter how often Luca got dragged along by Rozanov to be social with his old Boston team, there Marleau was. He seemed to seek out Luca. Singled him out for conversation, or to just sit next to. They exchanged numbers and before he knew what had happened Marley was his friend. They spoke nearly every day, even if it was just quick messages via text.
The crush grew until Luca was more nervous about what came after the games with Boston than he was about anything happening on the ice. Marley genuinely seemed to want to know him. He asked about his art and not in a “that’s cool” disinterested way, but like Marley knew that art was the way Luca processed the world, and he was desperate to understand.
Marley never pressured him to do anything, to drink, to talk, to dance. He would coax and encourage but if Luca said no or blushed, Marley would just squeeze his shoulder or thigh (if they were sitting next to each other) and shrug. Never pushy. The same couldn’t be said for all of the Centaurs, the guys Luca considered family. Marley made him feel safe.
Tonight hadn’t seemed any more intense than the last several times they’d hung out, so Luca wasn’t prepared when Marley grabbed and shoved him against the brick of the alley. He definitely did not see them making out in public like this when he woke up this morning. Sure the alley was dark, but they weren’t very far into it. Luca was a big guy, and as strong as Marley was, he would never be able to drag Luca very far unless he had the element of surprise.
Marley’s whispered confession of months of longing was still ringing in Luca’s ears as he opened his mouth under Marley’s assault. He met each kiss with enthusiasm, and was a little horrified to hear himself let out an involuntary moan as his hands squeezed Marley’s hips.
They really needed to stop. Anyone could see them, photograph them, the team could come back looking for him, Roz could come back. Luca couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away though. Marley’s lips were plush and warm, just slightly chapped, and his gruff stubble was creating a delicious burn against Luca’s skin.
The kisses began to slow and they naturally broke apart for air. Luca kept his eyes closed and felt Marley’s hands on his face as their foreheads touched. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He didn’t want to see regret on Marley’s face. Was Marley even gay? Bi? Pan? They had never discussed any of that. Luca just wanted to keep floating here in the moment, but he knew it was smarter to end it.
“That was…uh,” Luca cleared his throat as he opened his eyes and pulled back slightly.
“Yeah,” Marley breathed.
“I don’t know what to say or do here,” Luca finally admitted with a blush.
They were still pressed together, and Marley was searching Luca’s face. The intensity was too much. Luca was a hockey player because he liked the sport and was good at it, not to be famous. He didn’t do well with people scrutinizing him. Not directly to his face like this. At least at games they were all behind glass and he could tune out the world beyond the ice and the puck. Marley was staring at him like he held the answers to the universe. Or maybe the secret plays that would win them the Stanley Cup, which was basically the same thing.
Marley seemed to jolt and realize what he’d done. He stepped back and rubbed the back of his neck. Luca knew what came next. An apology. A promise to forget what had just happened. Brush it under the rug. As if his entire world hadn’t just tilted on its axis. As if paths Luca had never before considered hadn’t just been written onto the map of his soul. Paths that Luca was now desperate to follow.
“Look. Luca. I…” Marley started, but Luca couldn’t bear to hear anymore.
“I get it. You had a few drinks. It’s fine. No big deal I promise,” Luca tried to smile reassuringly and took a step away from the brick wall he’d been glued to. He needed to get back to the hotel before anymore of his heart broke apart.
Marley’s beautiful prominent brows flew together and his nose scrunched up in confusion.
“What? No. I’m sober. I promise. I only had 3 beers tonight; it takes a lot more than that to get me drunk. I wasn’t lying. I’ve wanted to kiss you for months. I’ve been attracted to you for so long I’m not sure when it even happened. I just was going to say that I’m sorry for jumping the gun and kissing you. We probably should have talked first.”
Luca thought being kissed within an inch of his life by Cliff Marleau in an alley in Boston was the most surprising thing that could happen to him, but he was wrong. Did Marley just admit to having a crush on him?
“Oh. Ok. Yeah.” Luca couldn’t look at Marley when he said it, he was using all the control he had to not scuff his shoe against the ground. He looked down and felt his blush deepen. “I mean, are you even gay?”
“Honestly? No. I don’t think so. I just. Look. I have always been me. I like what I like and I know I like you.” Marley stepped closer again and put both hands on Lucas face, forcing their eyes to meet.
“I know this isn’t just me liking you as a friend. This is me wanting to do things with you I have never done with another guy before. I should probably be freaking out about that, but it’s been months and the panic hasn’t set in yet. I like who I like. I’ve found other dudes attractive before, I have eyes. I just…” Marley trailed off and looked up towards the sky.
Luca knew he couldn’t see anything. The city glow kept the stars hidden. There would be no answers in the heavens. Only Marley could explain what was happening.
Marley let out a deep sigh and dropped his hands from Luca’s face to his neck and hip. The hand at his neck slid back towards the hair at his nape, then he ran his fingers through it. It felt way too good. It shouldn’t feel so good.
“Just?” Luca whispered when Marley didn’t pick up the rest of his thoughts. He was staring at Luca’s mouth again, his eyes dropping to wander Luca’s body in a caress that Luca could almost feel.
“Just…I just know that you’re different from anyone else before. No matter how hard I try to distract myself, I’m always thinking of you. Even when you’re on the other side of the country, or in Canada. I feel addicted. I want you. All of you. I want to kiss you, and I really…really want to fuck you.”
Luca really needed to lie down. His knees were actually feeling weak. He didn’t think that was a real thing that happened, but it was definitely happening, and he did not want to swoon in Cliff Marleau’s arms in a dirty Boston alley like a character from a Victorian novel.
“Oh.” Great job Luca, that was really insightful. I’m sure he’s stunned by your intellect. Luca’s brain had officially shut off because now he was talking to himself.
“Is that okay? I mean…would you want to?” Marley’s hand left his neck and gestured towards the front of the alley.
“Yeah,” Luca breathed. “I mean, yeah. I would like that too.”
Marley smiled at him then. Big and beautiful, letting a little chuckle escape as he looked down.
“Ok. So great. Shall we?” Marley held his arm out in a sweeping gesture like he wanted Luca to start walking first.
“Wait. Before we do this. Are you just wanting to hook up? Or…?” he trailed off.
He wasn’t sure what he was asking. He just knew he needed to know what was expected. Was this a one and done? Would they do this again? Luca was trying not to sound like a clingy girl here. They were professional hockey players. Tons of the guys in the league had a girl in every town. He knew Rozanov and Marley used to party all the time together. Marley was a lot older than him, but as far as Luca knew he was still the life of the party. He didn’t really feel like being another notch in Marley’s bedpost, but he also wasn’t quite sure he had the strength to say no. Not when everything he’d been wishing for was happening. Marley liked him back.
“Or.” Marley said with a crooked smile. “Definitely or. I want us to maybe…I don’t know. Not date. I know we’re on different teams. I also don’t care about being a secret or not. We can talk about that later. After. But no. This isn’t just a fling or casual hook up for me, I promise. I know we need to talk more but maybe not in the alley? You probably have a roommate but…”
“No actually. Not this trip.”
Marley raised an eyebrow. Luca was thanking every lucky star in the sky at this moment. Fate really was working in their favor.
“C’mon I’ll explain the rest on the way to the hotel.” He grabbed at Marley’s hand and tugged him towards the street again.
Luca dropped Marley’s hand as they stepped into the light. Marley raised an eyebrow at him.
“How’d a rookie score his own room?”
Luca laughed. “Well Roz and Hollander are married. So there’s an odd number of us who usually share. Bood gets his own room, Troy does too, unless Harris is traveling with the team for social media stuff. Dykstra and Hazy tend to share. Then Chouinard, Dillion, and Boyle are always teamed up with one of us younger guys. Roz says it’s to keep us out of trouble. But there’s four of us and three of them, so there’s one of us who always gets their own room.”
“Ah. And this trip it’s your lucky turn?” Marley had his hands in his jean pockets and he bumped their shoulders together as he teased him. “How lucky for us.”
“Actually, Roz likes to make it a competition. He likes to make up some random challenge or task we have to do at practice and the winner gets the room. This time it was shot accuracy and I won.” Luca shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Which it wasn’t. He was second line for a reason. He shared a line with one of his childhood heroes, THE Shane Hollander.
Marley threw his head back and laughed as they walked along the sidewalk. The hotel was just ahead. Luca could see through the doors to the lobby. He didn’t see any teammates and he was really hoping he could get Marley into his room without anyone seeing anything. He wasn’t ashamed, but they hadn’t even done anything besides kiss. He didn’t think he could go through with anything more if he knew a teammate had seen them together and knew they were up to something.
“That sounds like Roz. I’m surprised he kept it to hockey! I figured he’d have you all getting him food or picking up his dry cleaning.” Marley shook his head as they stepped through the hotel doors.
“Oh he does. I just got lucky that LaPointe brought up the year Rozanov beat Hunter’s shot accuracy record only for Hollander to break it immediately after. Roz got irritated at being teased and decided all the players needed to do the drill to compare their times. He said the winner from the “kids” could have the single room when everyone started to complain.”
They were in front of the elevators now, the doors opening as Luca finished the story. They stepped inside and Luca dug into his pocket for his room key.
“Kids. Right.” Marley was smiling slightly and leaning against the railing of the elevator, looking Luca up and down.
Luca shifted a bit. They hadn’t discussed that part. He wasn’t a rookie anymore, not really. He had a season under his belt. But only just. He was also still the newest team member from the draft. Young, LaPointe, Halmberg, they were all one or two years older than him. Luca was “the baby” as Roz liked to tease. A giant 22 year old baby, thank you very much, who regularly slammed even bigger men into the boards, his brain not so helpfully pointed out. He didn’t think Marley was as old as Cap. But they were close in age.
“How old are you anyway?” Luca asked suddenly.
Marley grinned as the elevator arrived on the correct floor.
“30.”
Luca stepped out of the elevator and turned to make sure Marleau was following. He didn’t say anything until they had reached his room and he ushered them inside. He threw the locks, including the top one, and then set his bag down on the floor next to his duffle.
“Is that a problem? The age thing?” Marley asked as he strolled into the room and took the chair by the little hotel table.
“No. We are both grown ups. I may have a baby face but I’m 22. That’s only eight years. It’s not that big of a deal. My grandparents are closer to ten years apart.” Luca took off his jacket and put it on his duffle bag before sitting at the end of the bed.
“Good. I’m glad that won’t be an issue. Because I really like you.” Cliff stood up and walked until he was standing between Luca’s legs.
“So tell me, Luca Haas. What do you want to do now? Should we talk some more? Or can I go back to kissing you?” His voice dropped, and he spoke slowly and seductively.
Luca was done for. He swallowed past the lump in his throat. He knew this wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done, but his brain wasn’t being very helpful right now either. Fuck it. Go for it.
“Kiss me please. Do whatever you want to me. Just don’t stop touching me.”
Marley was standing over Luca, bent forward kissing him, his hands in his hair. He couldn’t stop himself. The blond locks were so soft with a slight wave to them, just long enough to get a good hold or run his fingers through them. He’d watched jealously for months while Luca’s teammates, including Roz, ruffled his hair affectionately as they joked and teased. He had dreamed of what it would feel like to finally sink his fingers into the strands. He hadn’t dared touch them until tonight; he knew once he did he was going to be addicted to the feeling.
Luca stretched upwards, meeting Marley with every pass and stroke of his tongue. He hummed and whimpered underneath his onslaught, and Marley felt shocks vibrate down his spine at the sounds. He was so hard under his fly, his cock straining to be free.
Marley gave Luca a little push and followed him down so they were laying against the bed, knees bent at the edge. Marley managed to land to Luca’s side and resumed kissing him. He let his hands wander down Luca’s shoulder and chest towards his waist. He slipped his hands up Luca’s shirt and groaned as he felt the soft skin of his firm belly. He was all smooth skin and muscles.
Marley hooked a leg over Luca so he was straddling him, and sat up to pull Luca’s t-shirt off him. He paused just long enough to remove his own and tossed it behind him before he went back to kissing, sliding his tongue as far into Luca as he could get it. He wanted to drown in his taste.
Luca’s hands were wandering now, up and down Marley’s back and shoulders, around to his chest and down his abs. He was fascinated by every part of this man’s body. Luca clenched him closer as Marley pulled their lips apart to nip and suck at Luca’s neck. Luca eagerly tilted his head to the side to give him even more access. Each dragging suckle sent a throbbing pulse down to his cock and he heard himself let out a little whine.
Marley huffed against the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “You like that baby? You’re so sensitive. So responsive. Such a good boy for me.”
Luca tried to answer, he really did. But Marley accentuated each sentence with kisses and licks down Luca’s chest, and his brain blitzed out when Marley ran his hands down Luca’s sides, latching his lips around Luca’s nipple.
“Fuck!” Luca cried as his body arched off the bed.
Marley pushed him back down again, holding him still with a hand against his shoulder as he flicked his eyes up to Luca’s face. Luca watched in awe as Marley swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth and pulling.
“Oh god!” Luca slammed his head against the bed and dug his hands into Marley’s long dark hair as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Luca wasn’t sure if he was trying to pull Marley away from the sensitive bit of flesh or bring him closer. What he did know was there was no denying the effect it was having on him. Luca was panting and whimpering. Writhing underneath Marley as he ground their cocks against each other, still contained behind their pants. He wanted them gone. He didn’t want any barriers between them.
“Please… I need.” Luca panted.
Marley’s lips popped off his nipple with a smack. “What? What do you need, baby boy?”
Luca’s hands flew to Marley’s fly and he started tugging and pulling, flexing his abs and surging forward to capture Marely’s lips in a searing kiss. Marley seemed to pick up on the message because he groaned into Luca’s mouth as he worked to remove the rest of Luca’s clothing. Marley tore his head away and stood up again. He quickly toed off his shoes and stripped himself of everything while Luca shimmied out his pants and socks.
Marley loomed over the bed, breathing heavy and taking in his fill of Luca. He was all muscle and smooth skin. The palest blonde hair trailed from his belly button down to his cock. He wanted it all. He wanted to lick and taste every inch of him. But he also knew he was on the brink of his experience here. He had never been with another man before. Luckily, he had lots of partners and he knew what felt good. He was going with his instincts and knew he could make this good for Luca, but he didn’t want to hurt him.
“Have you? I mean. I’ve never actually been with…” Marley trailed off. He didn’t know how to ask what he wanted to ask. What were they going to do exactly here? How far was this going to go?
Luca scooted to the end of the bed and stood up, wrapping his arms around Marley’s shoulder and giving him a quick kiss. “Don’t worry, I lost my virginity a long time ago. You can’t hurt me. We don’t even have to do that if you don’t want to…”
“I want to!” Marley was very much on the “wanting to” train. He had been thinking about Luca for months.
Luca smiled and Marley’s breath caught in his throat. Luca pulled him in for a kiss again while his palm found Marley’s cock. He gave it a firm squeeze and a few strokes that had Marley’s head spinning. Luca was sure and strong. Unlike the women Marley normally reached for, who were unsure or too gentle, Luca knew exactly what he was doing. And if he kept it up, Marley wasn’t sure he was going to last.
Marley broke the kiss and pulled his hips away with a gasp.
“Sorry, don’t want to end the night before it really gets started,” Marley flashed Luca a crooked grin that he hoped deflected most of his nervousness.
Luca smiled and two little dimples appeared on his cheeks. He turned towards the luggage rack and his open duffel bag where he fished out a few condoms and a bottle of lube that he tossed onto the bed. He went back to Marley and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him back in for another kiss. Marley groaned and ran his rough hands down the smooth expanse of Luca’s back as he felt himself walking backwards until his legs hit the end of the bed.
Marley landed on the mattress with a huff as all the air left his lungs and he found himself covered by an enthusiastic Luca. Luca began to lick and nuzzle at his throat. Marley let his eyes roll back as Luca found a sensitive spot just below his ear that sent a volt of electricity down his spine straight to his dick. Luca took his moans as a sign to keep going, and he laved at the spot with his tongue before sucking the flesh into his mouth and letting it go with an audible pop.
Marley tightened his arms around Luca and flipped them so that he was back on top. He kissed his way down Lucas defined abs before skipping his leaking cock to kiss and suck on his inner thighs. He spared a glance upwards before placing his hands at the back of Luca’s knees and pushing them towards his shoulders. Luca’s face was flushed and his mouth was open as he gasped and started to pant. Marley kissed his way to Luca’s puckered hole where he swirled his tongue around Luca’s entrance before thrusting it inside.
Luca’s back arched and he cursed as he squirmed at the intrusion. Marley wasn’t sure what had come over him. He was flying by instinct. He continued his assault on Luca’s hole, hoping his enthusiasm made up for any lacking technique. When Luca moaned and whimpered, he would repeat the same motion with his tongue, again and again, until Luca was wet and glistening beneath him.
He grabbed at the bottle of lube, coating his fingers before reluctantly pulling his mouth away.
“You still want to?” he held up his dripping fingers in a little wave as Luca locked eyes on him.
“God yes, please, I need you inside me.”
Marley didn’t need to be told twice. He swirled his finger around the rim before plunging it inside. Luca threw his head back and moaned again.
“Please, more, I can take it. Please.” Luca was panting, his eyes closed now.
Marley was moving his finger in and out, mesmerized by the tight heat of Luca’s hole. Watching as he disappeared to the third knuckle before pulling all the way back out to the first again. He drizzled more lube onto his fingers and added a second, scissoring and spreading Luca wide. He was so enthralled in what he was doing that he wasn’t sure how much time passed before he finally gave into Luca’s begging and added a third finger.
Luca had never looked more beautiful than he did now, spread out on the bed. He held his own knees back, color high on his cheeks. His golden curls were a halo around his face as he tossed his head to the side and back. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he tried to swallow and muffle his moans. His skin was flush and golden, a fine sheen of sweat making him glow in the soft light of the bedside lamp.
Marley curled his fingers and hit Luca’s prostate, while Luca swore and writhed with pleasure. He did it again and again until tears were leaking from Luca’s eyes and pre-cum was coating Luca’s hard stomach.
“You gonna come for me like this baby? All over my fingers? Hmm?” Marley kept up his ministrations on Luca’s hole as he dragged himself up so he could shove his tongue inside Luca’s mouth again.
Luca dropped one knee and fisted his own cock before letting out a scream that Marley swallowed. Marley kept kissing him, thrusting his tongue inside his mouth, fingers curling and pushing against his prostate, as Luca pumped himself to climax. The hot liquid spurted all over both their bodies.
Marley broke the kiss and pulled his fingers out at the same time. He grabbed a condom and quickly took care of the wrapper before rolling it on and coating himself in more lube. Not giving Luca any more time to recover, he sat up on his knees and positioned himself at Luca’s entrance.
“You still with me there baby?” Marley’s voice was so deep he barely recognized it. He rubbed his tip against Luca’s entrance and waited for Luca’s answer.
Luca’s eyes were completely blown now, tears streaked down his face. He was covered in his first orgasm. but like the healthy, young athlete he was, he was already half hard again. Marley took pity on him and grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes and working Luca back to full arousal again, using his own cum as lubricant.
“Please, Mar—” Luca gasped and groaned. “Marley, please. Fuck me. I need you. Hard please!”
That was all the permission Marley needed. He grabbed Luca’s hips and pushed into his tight hole. Both men let out groans as he breached Luca and slipped past that first tight ring of muscle. Once he was fully sheathed inside, Marley paused and took a breath. He didn’t want to blow his load already, but he was pretty sure he was seeing God for the first time. Nothing had ever felt like this. Ever.
Females did not compare. Even when he had done anal with willing female partners in the past it hadn’t been like this. Maybe it was because he genuinely liked Luca more than a random hook up, maybe it was because Marley was far more bisexual than he had ever considered before. All he knew was that this was a drug he was sure to become addicted to after just one taste.
Sure that he wasn’t about to embarrass himself with an early finish, Marley rubbed his thumbs across Luca’s hips and pulled out almost to the tip before slamming back in.
“Fuck! Yes! Oh!” Luca was crying out and falling apart beneath him as the room filled with the slap of skin against skin.
Marley was flying high, intense pleasure radiating down his spine to his toes. He set a brutal pace, fucking deep into Luca before pulling nearly to the tip and slamming in again. He couldn’t get enough. He leaned forward, pressing their slick bodies together to capture those puffy lips;, he needed Luca on his tongue. He needed to consume him. He had to switch to shallower thrusts to reach but it was worth it to hear the sounds coming from Luca as he swiveled and ground their hips together.
Their kisses were messy. All tongue and teeth. Technique had left the program and everything was reduced to basic animal instinct. They moaned and gasped into each other as each new sensation rippled its way down their bodies.
Marley could feel his release barreling towards him and he didn’t want it to end. He wasn’t Luca’s age anymore, when he finished he may not be able to rally again. He broke away from Luca’s lips and kissed his shoulder, then his pec, as he straightened back to his knees and pulled out completely.
“Roll over,” he commanded with a slap to the side of Luca’s ass.
Luca rolled without question and got on his knees, ass up and head buried into his crossed arms. Marley ran his hands from his flank up to his shoulders, trailing kisses up his back until he reached his ear.
“Hold on tight baby,” he whispered before biting Luca’s earlobe and grabbing his hips. He didn’t give Luca any more warning than that before he slammed back home.
Luca cried out and arched backwards, but Marley grabbed a fistful of his curls and shoved his head back down. He kept one hand pinning him down while the other held him steady at his hip. He pistoned in and out of Luca, chasing his release. His body was dripping with sweat now and his brain was filled with nothing but the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing, he managed to find his voice.
“Touch yourself for me. I need you to come for me baby. Be a good boy for me and come.”
Luca shifted a hand down as best he could with his head pinned to the mattress and started stroking himself. It didn’t take more than a few strokes before Marley felt him tighten around his cock. Marley tried to keep fucking him through his second orgasm, but Luca clenched down and squeezed Marley like a vice. Marley swore as his vision whited out and his toes curled. His back arched and he felt himself release rope after rope of cum inside Luca.
He collapsed on top of Luca’s back, crushing him into the bed while still inside him. It was a breath or two before Marley was aware enough to roll to the side and pull out. Luca groaned and was panting, just as blissed out as Marley was. Marley gave himself 10 seconds before he ripped the condom off and left the bed to dispose of it in the bathroom. He ran the sink for the water to warm up and grabbed two washcloths. He used one on himself quickly before the water was fully warm. The second he made sure was properly hot and wrung out, then went back to the bed where Luca was still sprawled.
Marley gently cleaned Luca’s skin with the washcloth as Luca came back to himself. He pressed a gentle kiss to Luca’s mouth and smiled at him.
“Good thing you have two beds in this room. I don’t think the sheets survived.”
Luca laughed as he let Marley pull him up.
“I think a proper shower before getting in the clean bed is probably a good idea.”
They stood between the two beds, wrapped up in each other for a few minutes with their foreheads touching, just sharing breaths.
“Thank you,” Marley finally whispered.
“Promise me something?” Luca whispered back, too afraid to break the moment.
“Anything.”
“Just, promise that wasn’t the last time okay?” He kept his forehead pressed against Marley and his eyes closed as he whispered what was quickly becoming his biggest insecurity. That Marley was going to pull away now that he got what he’d wanted.
Marley did pull away then, but only to grab Luca’s jaw with his hand so he could look Luca in the eyes.
“Hey. Look at me,” Marley waited until Luca opened his eyes and then looked directly into the depths of those blue pools as he bared his soul.
“That definitely was not the last time. I’m not going anywhere. Well. Ok. Yeah, we travel for work and live in different cities, I just mean—” Marley was smiling his crooked grin again and Luca chuckled.
Luca stopped him with a quick kiss before he could ramble on anymore.
“That’s all I needed to hear. I get it. Thank you.” Luca pulled away then. “I need a shower and if you are staying, you do too.”
Marley smiled wide now as he followed Luca into the bathroom. Yeah. He could stay. Why not?