Marcus' tongue demanded entrance and Andy was in no position to refuse. His hands grasped at Marcus as he gave into the onslaught of Marcus's tongue, darting in and out, teasing and caressing until both men were breathless. Andy's mouth tasted spicy and sharp, the alcohol still lingering on his breath. It tasted so good and Marcus wanted more.
Andy was moaning freely against Marcus' mouth, his hands taking on a life of their own to roam across Marcus' back and down to his ass. Then Andy spread his hands wide and squeezed hard, sending a sharp jolt of arousal straight to Marcus' groin. Marcus broke the kiss, flirting time was over.
"Fuck," he whispered into Andy's ear. "We need to get out of here."
Andy blinked, a little too dazed to understand what Marcus was saying.
"Your place or mine?"
Andy stared blankly at Marcus for a split second too long. "Your place or mine?" Marcus demanded with a growl.
"Yours," Andy answered. "Um... Roommates," he explained.
"Let's go," Marcus took his hand and led them out into the cool spring night.
*****
Marcus lived in a small studio apartment in Chelsea just a couple of blocks away from the club. It was New York small, which was about the size of a walk-in closet back home, thought Andy as he surveyed Marcus' apartment. Double bed in the corner, couch taking up most of the floor space and what was really a kitchenette—but passed as a kitchen in New York—along one wall. After several months in New York, Andy was only starting to get used to the claustrophobia of New York small.
Andy rubbed his hand absently. Marcus hadn't let go of it the entire walk from the nightclub and it still tingled with heat. It was disconcerting and scary to be holding a man's hand in public and Andy kept looking over his shoulder fearful that he'd see someone he knew. But the few times he had tried to extricate his hand, Marcus has tightened his grip and pulled him closer. Andy had to admit, he probably would have lost his nerve if he wasn't physically anchored to Marcus.
As much as Andy might have been tempted to, he told himself he was not allowed to chicken out tonight. He had gone to the nightclub with a very specific mission. He needed to scratch that irritating itch, to assuage that thorn in his side so that he could go back to the simple life he had always longed for. And as terrified as he was feeling, he was determined to see it through.
His heart was pounding and he told himself it was because of the fast pace of their walk or the smallness of Marcus' space. But the reality was that he was more than a little panicked at the thought of what lay ahead. He had fooled around with guys before, but he had never gone all the way, so to speak, and he was scared. Scared that it would hurt, that he wouldn't be any good at it, scared that he would enjoy it so much that one night wouldn't be enough. But more than anything, he was scared of going through life never having experienced this.
Andy let himself indulge in staring at Marcus while he poured them both drinks at his bar cart. Tall and slim, dressed in tight fitting black jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt. Marcus' hair was a riot of black curls, falling over his forehead and into his eyes in that sexy, I-just-woke-up kind of way.
Marcus was everything Andy was not: confident, edgy, and oozing sexuality. Andy took a quick glance down at his own body and grimaced at the contrast. As if he didn't feel self conscious enough already; this was all way out of his league.
Marcus turned from his bar cart with two glasses of amber liquid. His dark eyes, framed by thick lashes, were smoldering with such intensity that Andy forgot to breath.
"Here, drink this," Marcus handed Andy a glass and Andy tossed it back without asking what it was. The liquid burned and settled into a rolling heat in the pit of his stomach.
Andy looked up to see an amused grin on Marcus' face and couldn't help but return the smile.
"That's one way to drink it," Marcus laughed, the sound washing over Andy's frayed nerves. He took Andy's empty glass and set it down on the table, then stretched out his hand. Andy looked at the long tapered fingers, fascinated by the neatly trimmed nails and smattering of hair on the back. It was a sexy hand, Andy realized, surprising himself with the thought.
"Coming?" Marcus asked with an amused smile. Andy flushed at the invitation and let himself be led to the bed.
The two men faced each other, separated by an inch of heavy air. Andy took a deep breath and got a lungful of Marcus, lingering sweat from the nightclub and the spiciness of cinnamon. The heat in his stomach started spreading throughout his body and his heart skipped a beat in anticipation. His tongue snaked out to wet his dry lips and Marcus' eyes followed the movement. The intimacy of the look made Andy's breath hitch.
As if in slow motion, Andy watched Marcus lean in for a kiss and he braced himself for the contact.
This time, though, the feel of the other man's lips on his own wasn't as shocking and hungry as it was at the club. This time was slower and gentler, but still sent chills down Andy's body. The scent of Marcus was all around him, enveloping him in warmth and soaking into his senses. It was addicting, like a fine wine that you wanted to savor.
The desire to know Marcus' taste prompted Andy to sneak out his tongue and lick experimentally across Marcus' lips. To his delight, Marcus opened for him, letting Andy explore at his leisure. His tongue dipped into the heat of Marcus' mouth, tracing delicately across the smooth ridges of teeth and into the hidden crevices.
Andy's first contact with Marcus' tongue was almost by accident and he pulled back slightly, embarrassed by his explorations. But Marcus smiled, raised a hand to Andy's cheek and pulled him back in.
Encouraged, Andy set about exploring again, this time chasing after Marcus' tongue as it evaded his own. It was such an odd feeling to have another person's tongue slide across your own. It felt strange, forbidden, and Andy was growing hard at the intimate contact.
Marcus' other hand grasped on to Andy's hip, pulling them closer. Andy felt Marcus' erection pressing against his and he trembled in excitement and fear. He was the cause of the erection. Marcus wanted him. It was exhilarating and intimidating at the same time.
Andy's hands were grasping at Marcus' shoulders, feeling the sinew of muscles running down his arms. His palms tingled at the way the muscles twisted and dipped in all the right places, as if forming handles for Andy to clasp onto.
Marcus' own hands found their way to Andy's waist, pressing their bodies firmly together. Then one ran up across Andy's back and the other went down to grab a handful of soft round ass. They were connected from mouth to knee, the closeness enveloping Andy until his brain about short circuited. His erection was so hard it was almost painful and he could stop himself from rubbing up against Marcus to relieve some of the tension. When Marcus returned the move, Andy whimpered into his mouth. It was all too much; and yet not enough.
Abruptly, Marcus growled deep in his chest and broke off the kiss. Both men were panting breathlessly, lips so close they were breathing in each other's air.
There was a look in Marcus' eyes. Andy recognized it from those nature shows when some panther was about to pounce on its prey. It was a hungry look, determined, and you just knew that the poor antelope was about to be devoured. It took a split second for Andy to realize that he was the prey for the evening.
His heart started pounding, blood rushing past his ears and pooling into his dick. If he hadn't been feeling lightheaded from the kiss, he certainly was now as he recognized that he was caught. Sure, he had wanted to get caught, but that didn't make the reality any less terrifying.
And like a panther who had successfully lured it's prey into his trap, Marcus pounced. His mouth slanted down hard against Andy's, forceful and demanding, while his hands set to work removing the offending barriers of clothing between them.
It was all Andy could do to cling to Marcus during the onslaught.
Andy's shirt was pulled out of his pants and unbuttoned in such haste that a couple of buttons popped off and bounced on the floor. Marcus pulled the sleeves down Andy's arms, running his hands over the exposed skin and following with his mouth. He licked and nibbled, trailing a path down Andy's chest until Marcus was on his knees.
Andy buried his hands into Marcus' curls and clung on to him, too overwhelmed to do anything but stand there and remember to breath. Marcus' mouth felt scorching on his already overheated skin, but he wanted more. He wanted to mark himself with the shape of Marcus mouth, brand his consciousness with the feel of Marcus on his skin until it consumed him entirely.
Andy didn't even realize Marcus had undone his pants until they were pooled around his ankles and Marcus' traveling mouth had attached itself to the wet spot on Andy's briefs and sucked. Andy cried out and forcefully pulled Marcus off, afraid he was going to cum in his underwear. He looked down to see Marcus peaking up at him through those thick lashes with the dirtiest smirk on his face. Andy leaked another dollop of pre-cum into the wet spot.
