Cheryl raised her hands in defeat and let Marcus finish.
"It's not like we're a thing," the words threatening to choke Marcus as he spoke them. "We're just hanging out."
Cheryl looked like she didn't believe him. Marcus didn't blame her because he didn't believe himself.
"Just promise to be careful, okay?"
"I'm always careful, mom," Marcus responded with a glint in his eye and a raised eyebrow.
"That not what I meant," Cheryl glared at her son. "I meant be careful with your heart."
"I know, mom. I will be."
*****
"One more, push, push, push!"
Andy grimaced and strained, willing his muscles to cooperate. Just another inch and his arms shook with the effort. Sweat was pouring from every inch of his skin, dripping into his eyes and blurring his vision of Marcus above him.
"Come on, come on, just a little farther," Marcus urged Andy on.
Andy gave one last push and heaved a sigh of relief as Marcus caught the bar and set the weights back on their stand. Andy's arms fell limp toward the floor as he lay on the padded bench.
"You still alive there?" Marcus chuckled, leaning over the bar, curls falling over his eyes.
Andy smiled up at him, "Barely."
Marcus laughed as he came around the bench to give Andy a hand. Andy tried to lift his arm to let Marcus help pull him up, but groaned when his muscles protested at the movement. Instead, Andy rolled on to his side and off the bench, just barely catching himself before he landed on the floor.
"Whoa, you okay, babe?" Marcus caught Andy by the shoulders and helped him stand up straight.
Andy let himself lean into Marcus, breathing deep, trying to get oxygen into his tortured limbs.
"I think we can call it day," Marcus said, guiding Andy toward the change room.
"Ugh, thank you," Andy mumbled. "I haven't been this sore since... Well, actually, never mind."
Marcus raised an eyebrow inquisitively, "Since?"
Andy felt his face blush a brilliant red that had nothing to do with the strenuous workout that Marcus just put them through.
"Andy?"
"Since, that night," Andy muttered under his breath.
"That night?" Marcus wrinkled his forehead, thinking back to which night Andy was talking about.
"That night when we... you know."
Marcus' eyebrows shot up, "You were sore afterwards?"
Andy ducked his head, embarrassed and thankful that there was no one else in the gym change room.
"I mean, I knew your ass was sore, but your whole body?"
Andy wasn't sure he could get anymore red.
Marcus responded by laughing out loud. "If I'd known, we could have done more of that kind of exercise."
Andy tried to hide the burn on his cheeks by rifling through his locker. He hesitated when he realized that this was usually when people take showers after a workout. He glanced over at Marcus who was nonchalantly stripping off his gear.
Andy's breath hitched at the sight of Marcus' sweat glistened body, all lean muscles rippling as he moved. Andy hadn't realized he was staring until Marcus looked up with that look.
Marcus shut his locker, throwing a fresh towel over his shoulder. He stalked toward Andy gloriously naked, his thickening cock swinging in between his legs. Andy felt his heart race like that on first night; Marcus was the predator and he was the prey. Andy's own cock quickly grew in his shorts.
Marcus paused just inches away from Andy, enveloping Andy in his scent, sweaty and primal. Andy felt himself swaying slightly, lightheaded from Marcus' intoxicating smell.
"Hard to shower with clothes on, doe eyes," Marcus said, voice low and raw.
Andy's cock jumped, straining to escape the confines of his shorts. He swallowed thickly before jumping into action; he wasn't sure if he'd ever stripped so fast in his life.
Andy grabbed his own towel and followed Marcus into the showers, never taking his eyes off of the way the muscles of Marcus' ass shifted while he walked.
In the showers, Marcus headed straight to the last stall and pulled Andy in before pulling the curtain shut. Marcus turned to face Andy and Andy forgot to breath. Marcus' cock was at full mast, standing straight and proud, begging Andy to get down on his knees and worship it.
So that's what he did, dropped to his knees, ignoring the bite of tile, mesmerized by the beauty before him. Andy didn't notice when Marcus hung their towels out of the way and turned on the water. All he noticed was the way the water ran down Marcus' body, rivets of water trailing paths down the smooth skin.
Andy leaned forward to kiss Marcus' hip, lapping at the water that pool in the dip there. He kissed his way to the base of Marcus' cock where he nuzzled his face, breathing deep the cinnamon and spice of Marcus. The smell made Andy's cock leak onto the shower floor.
Andy lapped at Marcus' balls, taking each one into his mouth while letting Marcus' thick cock rest across his face. The skin was so smooth, feeling like velvet as it slid over Andy's face. Andy moaned has he massaged Marcus' balls in his mouth, eliciting a similar moan from Marcus. Andy glanced up to see Marcus' head thrown back against the shower wall, water pouring over his face and down his body. He was beautiful.
Andy let his hands wander over Marcus' body, disrupting the rivers of water to feel the silky skin underneath. He let Marcus' balls fall out of his mouth to place kisses along Marcus' cock, keeping his eyes trained on the look of pleasure on Marcus' face.
Slowly, Andy took Marcus into his mouth until the head hit the back of Andy's throat. Andy could feel Marcus tense under his hands and he tasted the tanginess of Marcus' pre-cum. Just as slowly, Andy pulled off to twirl his tongue around the bulbous head, dipping his tongue into the piss slit, seeking that delicious saltiness that was pure Marcus.
Andy repeated this, slowly filling his mouth with Marcus' cock until his throat constricted, then slowly out until he could lap at the head. Andy rolled Marcus' balls back and forth in his palm, tugging lightly when he realized that it caused Marcus to shudder in pleasure.
"Ugh, doe eyes, please," Marcus said, his fingers finding this way into Andy's wet hair. "You're gonna kill me like this."
Andy moaned in response, and Marcus tightened his fingers as the vibrations rippled across his body.
"Doe eyes, please," Marcus grasped Andy's shoulder and pulled him up. He took Andy's mouth in an unhurried kiss, pressing their slick bodies together, hands caressing, exploring, grasping at each other.
Marcus moved them, switching places until Andy was standing under the shower spray. Andy tilted his head back to feel the water on his face. He heard Marcus let out a strangled noise and smiled. He loved that he had that kind of effect on Marcus. Andy opened his eyes in time to see Marcus squirt some body wash on his hand and spread it across Andy's chest.
Everywhere Marcus' hands went, they massaged and squeezed, working the soreness out of Andy's muscles. Marcus was purposely avoiding Andy's cock, which made it that much harder. After working his way down the front of Andy's body, and ignoring the dick standing at attention in his face, Marcus turned Andy around to work his back.
Andy brought his hands up to brace himself against the shower wall when Marcus got to his ass. Marcus worked each cheek before separating them and working the crevice, making sure to pay special attention to the rosebud hidden inside. Then Andy felt a soapy finger pushing and prodding, seeking entrance into his body. He tilted his ass up and forced himself to relax as Marcus' finger dipped inside.
Andy's cock was aching, leaking a stream of pre-cum to be washed away by the shower. He felt Marcus working his finger inside until the rest of his hand bumped up against Andy's ass cheeks. Andy gasped as he felt Marcus' teeth graze lightly across his ass, then let out a shaky breath when Marcus soothed it with laps of his tongue.
