Hello everyone! The chapter is finally up! Thanks for everyone who waited so patiently I truly appreciate all of you, and i love hearing your feedback on my story it really helps, and encourages me a lot so keep it up. Also a little warning for this chapter, there is some sexual activity happening towards the end, so if it offends please refrain from reading it!

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Collin

“Hey!” I shout as I tug at the shoulder of the flame haired girl in front of me, “We need to talk right now.”

Hailey turns around, curious as to who is vying for her attention this time, but when she sees my face her expression falls with distaste. “And to what do I owe this pleasure.”

To what do you owe this pleasure? Is she seriously asking me this right now? How do some people have such audacity? Originally I was going to wait for Marcus, but when I saw her, I just couldn’t control my rage. I mean, sure Timothy isn’t my brother, but I feel like he might as well be, I want to protect him because he is important to Marcus and whatever is important to Marcus is important to me.

“What the hell is your problem?” I bark, and I suddenly feel that familiar boiling in my head, that imminent feeling of rage and avid coldness. Usually I don’t let my anger show, I cover it up with the false pretense of cockiness, but now I don’t want to, I want her to feel how pissed I am.

The sound of my raised voice attracts the stares of my peers and a few of the students in the hallway stop to watch us. Hailey crosses her arms, the pale ligaments resembling thin branches while jutting her hip out as what I guess is supposed to be a delicate manner, but really just looks ridiculous. “What crawled up your ass and died?” she smirks.

“Don’t fuck with me right now bitch, I know that you threatened Timothy.”

Hailey’s haughty expression dies, sliding off of her face leaving behind an obvious mask of fear; she quickly tries to cover it up acting like a confused damsel. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I’ve never hit a girl before, but you know right now I’m seriously considering beating you into the floor.” I warn, pasting an intimidating grin onto my face. Hailey takes a step back from me in fright, but from behind her Blaine steps up.

“What’re you doing Sanders?” He challenges, “You better not start any trouble, you’ve already been expelled this year, I don’t know if punching a girl will do well for your reputation.” The cocky look on the wiry bastards face sends my head into sure fire.

“How about you then?” I growl stepping up to the boy and shoving him in the chest. Blaine stumbles back with the force but seems to recover quickly his face contorting with an expression of annoyance.

“Bring it on!” He pushes back, sending me flying into the person behind me who just shouts in annoyance before moving, and it’s as if that goes on for an eternity the pushes gradually getting more heated, as the crowd of students around us seems to double in numbers.

“What are you pissed about huh?” He grins, “Are you angry that we forced you into dating Alexander to save your pitiful reputation!” That snaps me, and I pull back my arm jetting forward to give the asshole a nice shiner, but unfortunately a hand wraps around my wrist and a deep velveteen voice brings me to a stop

“We aren’t pretending.” Marcus corrects pulling me to his side, the deep intonation of his voice sending the crowd into complete silence. “I’m not sure where you would get that idea.”

This is when Hailey suddenly decides to grow a pair and stomps forward, “Whatever, we saw you guys in the locker room that day; I don’t even know why you’re willing to be near this peace of trash Marcus!” She hisses looking me up and down with contempt. I attempt to strike out at her but Marcus holds me against his body, wrapping his arms around my waist.

Despite the craziness of the situation we’re in, the feeling of Marcus’s arms wrapped around my waist sends a wave of heat up my body, and I immediately go silent. “Collin is the farthest thing from trash he is worth ten times the amount you will ever be, and you know I find it kind of funny that you’re telling him he’s trash when you used my little brother to get at him in such a shameless way.” A smirk slips onto Marcus’s face, “Honestly why are you so hooked up on Collin, so he slept with you once in a time of low self-worth, but now he has me and he loves me and he wants to be with me, don’t you think you guys should get over it?”

Hailey scoffs, flipping her scarlet locks over her shoulder dramatically, “Oh please, Collin doesn’t know how to love, it’s sad how far down into disillusionment you’ve sunk.”

So now I don’t know how to love huh? Sure I have some physical interaction issues, but that doesn’t mean I can’t love….does it?  “I know how to love.” I whisper glaring at her, and with that I turn around taking Marcus jaw between my hands and pulling down to my mouth, where I catch his lips with mine. He stiffens for a moment but then seems to melt into me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flat against him, our bodies crushing together. His tongues darts into my mouth to touch mine, tangling together in a heated dance.

Whoops and cheers sound off from the crowd before a loud angry voice seems to break through, “What in the name of god is going on this time!”

God damn, I think, it’s that same stupid ass teacher from last time. Although I know that she’s coming, at that she is going to see me and Marcus wrapped in a passionate embrace in the hallway, I can’t bring myself to pull away from him. His arms around me provide comfortable warmth that sends my senses into a numb trance.

“You boys stop that at once!” The teacher shouts pushing through the crowd. Embarrassed I pull away from the reluctant Marcus, breaking away from his heated kiss. Despite our lips lack of contact he keeps his arms around me as he stares down at me with dreamy eyes.

“What is going on here?” She shouts at me.

“Oh you didn’t hear, Hailey and Blaine admitted to taking the photos of Marcus and me, Didn’t they?” I call out to the crowd of students. A chorus of “Hell Yeahs’”, and “Sure dids’” call back. The teacher purses her lips and raises a disapproving eyebrow before turning to Hailey and Blaine, “You two, principles office now, the rest of you get to class!”

With those simple words the student body is broken up, and goes on about their day, as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Marcus and I stand in the hallway as it empties out, and when it’s nearly deserted Marcus grabs my hands in his. “So, I think that we should go out, on a date you know, to commemorate your courage and protection of my little brother.”

A date? Like me and Marcus alone together? Just the two of us?

For some reason the notion sounds intimidating, but why? I’ve been friends with Marcus for years and years, I’ve slept in the same bed with him, and I’ve bathed with him so why am I suddenly feeling that little tremor of terror in my chest. I mean I guess he’s filled out some since I last slept with him, his chest is broader, and his hands are bigger, and his body harder. I wonder what he looks like below the belt; it’s hard to believe that he is anything but all man from the firmness of his chest, and abs, to the strong muscles of his ass….

Oh god maybe this date isn’t such a good idea. I’m starting to feel like some sort of horny puppy. Those animals always driven by their increased need to hump everything around them, only I want to hump Marcus.

“Um….a date…..doesn’t that sound like a bad idea?” I laugh nervously, allowing my eyes to dart away from his face to look anywhere else.

He’s silent for a moment, and I’m beginning to wonder if maybe I hurt his feelings or pissed him off. Often times I think I say things a little too rashly, without really thinking about what I’m doing, and without really considering how Marcus will feel afterwards. Still it’s my personality, and it’s a little hard to change, especially when I always feel mad. Hesitantly I peer up over at Marcus, only to step back when I see his knowing grin.

“What why are you looking at me like that?” I snip glaring at him, wishing he would wipe that look off of his face. My scowl does nothing but invoke a chuckle from my best friend as he steps closer to me, as I have distance myself a few paces.

“So you’re afraid of going on a date with me huh?” he questions a slight curve to the corner of his mouth sliding up onto his face.

“Hahahaha afraid who, me?” I laugh attempting to cover up my obvious nerves, “I don’t think so!”

“Good then I’ll pick you up at seven.” He hurries before I can say anything more, and then to my utter surprise he grabs my elbow turning me towards him, placing a kiss on my lips. The kiss is small and chaste, but it sends warmth coursing through my veins and I suddenly wish that he would deepen it, but instead he pulls away quickly with a smile, “See you later.” And with that he is gone darting down the hallway away from me.

What the hell is going on? Suddenly I’m completely obedient whenever he tells me to do something? Growling I turn down the hall towards my class, dreading whilst somehow extremely excited for our date.

The black t shirt or the blue t shirt that is the question. Squinting, I hold the blue one up in front of me once more. Hmmm well when in doubt wear black I suppose. With that I toss the blue shirt onto my bed, pulling the black t over my head letting in hug my torso snuggly. Going through my drawers I find my favorite pair of dark snug jeans and yank them on speedily slipping into my vans before hurrying into my bathroom to brush my teeth.

God this whole thing is so stressful, I don’t think I have ever spent this much time on getting ready for someone else before, and it’s just Marcus who the heck cares what I wear? So why did I search through my closet for a good half hour before coming to a crossroad between the blue and the black? Simple, just keep it simple Collin, don’t make him think that you’re trying, if you do that he’ll make fun of you and how much would that suck?

It would suck big time.

Growling I rinse my mouth out turning my eyes away from their blue reflection in the mirror. The doorbell rings and a jolt of panic goes through me, I quickly run a hand through my hair tussling it a little bit before darting out of my room and down the stairs where I grab my hoodie from the closet.

The doorbell rings again, “Hold on!” I shout tugging the material over my arms. When I’ve pulled it on I dart to the door and throw it open. Standing on my doorstep is an extremely attractive Marcus in a black tank top that hangs loosely off his muscled frame; his black jeans hug his lower body in all the right places. “Hey.” He smiles as I step out onto the porch shutting the door behind me.

“Uh…hey,” I greet back politely shoving my fists into the depths of my hoodie pockets.

“You look nice.” Marcus chuckles in amusement staring down at me. Blushing I nod a thanks, “Yeah, so do you.” We both stand and stare at each other awkwardly for a moment, the trees rustling around us.

“Well my car is over here, so let’s go huh?” He asks and I nod trotting ahead of him down the steps towards his car. I quickly let myself in escaping from the awkward mood that was outside of the car. Jesus how do people act normally when they do this shit? I’ve gone on dates before but, I’ve never been this nervous before I feel like some sort of fucking girl.

Marcus gets in slamming his door shut before he starts the car, “So where are we going?” I question trying to find some semblance of normalcy in the night.

“I thought we might go to a club.” He says happily, “My uncle owns a club over in the next town over, it’s in the crazy district, so tons of unique people go in and out of there it might be fun just to see who’s there maybe have a couple of drinks or something.”

“Um, we are underage.” I remind him, how does a person forget something like that?

A smirk slips onto his face as he slowly slips into a fit of laughter, “What bad boy Collin is afraid of being caught breaking the rules?”

“Fuck no,” I object, “I just don’t really fancy being arrested you know, I drink all the time when I’m at home.”

Marcus nods, “Of course, well my uncle will let us both have one free drink on the house regardless of our age, and he doesn’t really care.” The promise of a glass of beer makes everything seem so much better all of a sudden, and a cheery mood settles over me. “Also it might be fun just to dance; we don’t even need an ID because my uncle will let us in through the back.”

“Wow this uncle of yours sounds like some sort of god.” I remark cheerily, drumming my fingers against the dashboard. “Is he married?”

Marcus’s face takes on a serious look, “Why, you want to try him?”

Oh some ones jealous. Why would I go after some old man, when there was a perfectly attractive young and energized man sitting beside me, “Oh yeah you know it,” I tease, at my words Marcus’s jaw clenches and his fingers grip tighter around the steering wheel. The horrible guilt of messing with him passes over me and I smile, “Come on Marcus, Calm down you know I don’t like to be touched by other people unless I can dominate them, trust me the only person I’ve ever remotely been attracted to that can dominate me has been you.”

As we pull into the club Marcus sighs wearily, “I know but I still get paranoid, I never know if you’re going to go after another person or something, and it’s not like we’re even officially together or anything, so you could technically do whatever the hell you wanted.”

“Well I’m not going to; I’ve decided to give up my slutty ways even if we aren’t officially together.” I reassure him as we park. Marcus shuts off the car and turns to gaze at me.

“You’re really not going to go after my uncle right?” He asks innocently, the question sends a laugh bubbling up my throat. “No, I’m not going to, unless you want me to.”

“Hah, yeah funny joke, get your cute ass out of my car.” He chides me before exiting the vehicle. Blushing at his comment I climb out of the car and run to catch up to him.

We walk to the back entrance of the club where Marcus knocks loudly, there is a long wait before the door is thrown open and a tall buff man with dark hair opens the door, music blares out of the open door and into the night air. “Marcus, you’re here, I’ve been waiting to meet the boyfriend that your mom’s been telling me about constantly?”

“Hey Uncle Lucian, this is Collin, Collin this is my uncle Lucian.” Marcus introduces us as we walk into the dark club.

“Wait Collin as in little Collin Sanders?” Lucian questions staring down at me, I nod quietly scooting closer to where Marcus is standing. “Holly shit kid the last time I saw you, you were like this tall.” The older man lowers his hand to an insignificant height and I scowl at the little me. “I totally never would have thought that Marcus’s best friend would turn into his boyfriend, heh, life works out in crazy ways huh?” He grins nodding his head stupidly. “Well, you boys can head inside and enjoy yourselves, also free beers on the house tonight, all you want just don’t go crazy and please for the love of god don’t tell your mother.” He whispers to Marcus before slapping him on the back with a loud guffaw.

“Of course Lucian, no problem you don’t have to worry about me saying anything.” Marcus chuckles waving at his uncle as he marches ahead of me into the club, nervously I follow behind me keeping a safe distance as we pass through a glowing red door.  The environment around us when we enter through the door is in one word, loud. The base of the music from the DJ is shaking the ground and the room is dim and neon all around.  The only seriously surprising thing is that the only people in the room are men. Big men, small men, skinny men, thick men, men on top of other men, men dancing with other men, it Is at this point that I realize we are in a gay club.

Marcus has gone off ahead of me towards the bar while I’ve frozen up to look around me. Everything is so crazy I here, I didn’t even know there was a gay club around here, since when has this exists? A guy with a bare torso is standing near where I’m gazing innocently at the people dancing. We make eye contact and he sets down his drink, making his way over to me. Holy shit, Marcus why the fuck did you leave me alone in this place? I panic as I look around the room for Marcus, who has seemed to miraculously disappear from his previous perch. My fingers tap agitatedly against my thigh as I search the crowd hurriedly.

“Hey.” The guy shouts into my ear as he saunters up beside me, I don’t say anything nodding my head in acknowledgment. “You’re really cute do you want to get out of here?” He asks bringing his hand up to stroke the back of my neck.

“Uh, actually I-I’m here with someone.” I try to say over the music, pushing his hand away from my skin, but he doesn’t seem to be listening as he moves closer to me, digging his fingers into my scalp, massaging. He leans down and kisses my neck lightly before opening his jaws and digging his teeth roughly against my skin. A yelp escapes my mouth and I jump back from him attempting to get away. Who the hell does this guy think he is a fucking vampire? Who goes around biting people like that?

“Hold on cutie where do you think you’re going?” Mr. Douchebag questions over the loud music as I turn to walk away from him.

“Let me go!” I shout nervously over the music, struggling to pry my wrist out of his grip.

“What’s wrong baby you’re not having a good time?” He laughs, and I have the urge to punch him right in his stupid face, at the same time the seize of him intimidates me.

“Let me go I told you I’m here with someone!” I shout at him over the music pulling on his fingers desperately.

“Who, I don’t see anyone!” He grins pulling me towards him, his dark eyes lighting up in a way that I really don’t like, anxiously I struggle twice as violently as I was before.

“Excuse me, but I think you should get your hands off of my boyfriend.” A deep voice interrupts from behind me, whipping my head around I feel immense relief. Thank god!

“Marcus!” I shout in relief, the man lets go of my wrist, obviously intimidated by my boyfriend. Terrified I run over to him wrapping my arms around his waist, and burying my face into his chest.

“Get out of here!” He yells at the guy, who immediately obeys striding quickly away from us, getting lost within the crowd of writhing sweaty bodies. Marcus grabs my hand in his pulling me over to the quiet area of the bar. “Collin where did you go, I thought you were right behind me?” he asks pulling me next to him.

“I don’t know, I got distracted by the lights and the music, and then that guy came over, and was hitting on me, and…and he bit me!” I shout in exasperation grabbing my throat in disbelief. “What the hell is with that, why the hell would he bite me?”

Marcus stares at me for a moment a look of surprise on his face, and then breaks out in laughter, literally bending over with the force. The fact that he is laughing so  hard makes me a little frustrated, and I feel that creeping anger float up my belly. Why the hell is he making fun of me?

“What?” I snap at him immensely peeved.

“Nothing!” he manages to gasp through his sharp inhales, “It’s just that I think you’re funny.”

“Why would that be funny?” I question as he asks the bartender if he has bottled water. Marcus unscrews the plastic cap and gulps down the cold refreshing liquid before whipping his and across his mouth.

“Because you had to ask why he would bite you, isn’t it obvious, you’re hot Collin.” He gives me a crooked smile. “Every guy in here has been looking you over since we got in, haven’t you noticed?”

People have been watching me? Slowly I look around the room, and indeed I see many of the men in the club staring at me with that predatory look in their eyes. The stares make me uncomfortable and I find myself scooting closer to Marcus. “I don’t like it when people watch me.”

“It’s okay; I’ll make sure they know that you’re mine.” He whispers into my ear, his breath is hot against the outer shell of my ear and the feeling of it sends shivers up my spine.

“How?” I ask cautiously stripping my hoodie form my body attempting to cool myself down, unsure if I really want to know the answer to my own question. Sometimes I think that I ask things I really have no business of knowing, but this is completely about me so I have a right to know what he is going to do.

“Don’t worry I won’t do anything to horrible.” He chuckles placing a gentle kiss on my ear.  Squeaking I rub my hand against my ear to get rid of the horrible tickle.

“Come on let’s go and dance huh?” he pleads grabbing my hand in his, pulling me towards the dance floor where millions of bodies are grinding and gripping each other as if they won’t be there to do the same thing next weekend. The way the men on the floor are dancing is hypnotic; it almost seems like some sort of private occurrence that outside people shouldn’t be privy to. Is that how Marcus wants to dance with me? Blushing I let him lead me over to the dance floor where he pulls me in front of him, grabbing my hips in his hands.

Slowly we start to grind against each other to the beat of the music, our bodies pressing tightly together. As I start to get comfortable with the situation I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my fingers into his hair. I relish the feeling of his soft hair sliding between my fingers as I allow him to grab my ass pushing me into him gently. I can feel the contours of his man hood against my own, and my breath catches as he rocks into me, swaying his hips in circles. Lustfully I turn my head to look up at him, only to see that he is staring at me like I’m the most important thing in this room. His eyes hold a look that can only be described as lust as our eyes make contact. He leans his face down lower towards mine, kissing my jaw before sliding his mouth to my ear. “I’m going to touch you.” He grumbles in this extremely sexy, husky voice.

Shivering I nod, preparing myself for the feeling of being led and not leading. Turning around I wrap my arms back around Marcus’ neck letting him slide his hands down my hips as he moves against me, his pelvis pressing against my ass as he moves against me. Holy shit, this is not good, this is not good at all. I can feel my body getting hotter and hotter with Marcus’s touch, and I realize that I’m pressing my ass back against him as he moves against me, I can feel him getting bigger against me signaling his growing arousal. His hands move from my hips to the hem of my shirt, where he slides his fingers slowly beneath the thin tight material of my t-shirt.

Oh my god!

His hands slip beneath my shirt stroking the skin of my stomach hotly and I feel a moan starting from deep within my chest. Leaning my head back at an angle I latch my lips onto his neck scraping his skin with my teeth. His hands come out from under my shirt and drift over the front of my jeans his hands placing pressure on my now twitching privates briefly before continuing to slide down my thighs with ease. I let out a breathe as his hands move on, but then suck one in again as they move back up. His hands slide over my manhood again, and I can’t take it.

Spinning around I grab his face, smashing our mouths together. Fuck this shit, I don’t want to play this game, I just want him to touch me if even a little bit. Sure, I’m scared out of my fucking mind but if it’s Marcus I can try. I can definitely try.

He seems stunned at first, but soon he is kissing me back, leading us off the dance floor towards the bar. I know we’re there when my back hits the counter, and I find myself running my hands over the front of Marcus’ tank top. Through the thin material I can feel the pathways of his abs, hard beneath the pads of my fingers. Gasping for air I pull away from Marcus, “Your house we need to go to your house” I say into his ear. He doesn’t say anything just grabs my hoody off of the chair as I lead him out towards his car.

“Why are we going to my house again?” Marcus questions as we leave the club that we arrived at only a short time ago. The clock reads only 8:30, but the sun is already long gone, and the night has taken over, spreading its blanket across the night sky.

“Your mom and brother aren’t going to be there right?” I ask quickly swinging the passenger door open and throwing myself into the car. Marcus enters right after me, his perfectly shaped eyebrow raised, and the stubble on his face giving him and extremely masculine look for a boy as young as him.

“No my mom’s out with her friends, and Timothy is spending the night at the twins house, Martie is on the newspaper staff with him, so they’re going over some stuff, why do you ask?” The car roars to life as we pull out of the club and swing on to the main road leading back to Westley.

“I want you to teach me.” The words ring simple but strong through the silence of the car, at least for me they did, but Marcus doesn’t seem to understand what I’m saying.

“What? What am I supposed to teach you? You ended our date to have a lesson?” The look on his face is part cynicism and part annoyance.

Growling I throw my legs up onto his dashboard, “Damn it Marcus keep your pants on, you don’t even wait to hear what I’m trying to say, best friends are supposed to fucking listen to each other okay!”

Marcus groans in frustration slamming his forehead down onto the steering wheel, the car swerves a little but corrects itself as Marcus looks up, “Fine, go ahead and tell me.”

“Hell no, now you have to wait till we get to your house, that’s what you get for being a dick.” I’m surprised at the amount of sass that comes out with my voice as I say these words, but I find myself liking it. Hah take that Marcus Alexander, Collin can be a bitch and Collin will be a bitch.

“Jesus Collin you’re driving me crazy!” He complains but I just shut out his voice switching on whatever is on at the moment. Shake it by Metro Station starts to play, I start to sing along at the top of my lungs to cover up Marcus’s voice. From the corner of my eye I can see Marcus shaking his head, smiling I continue to sing.

We arrive at Marcus’s front door about an hour later, since the drive home is a bit far. As soon as we pull up I’m hopping out of the car Marcus following closely, but certainly less enthusiastically behind me. Why the hell would he not be enthusiastic, he has the boy that he’s been crushing on for years right in his hands, perhaps he is more special than I thought. Marcus unlocks his front door and I run inside and up his stairs to his room, trying to build up my courage for what I’m about to do.

I stand in front of his bed waiting for him to follow me up. What the hell are you doing Collin, what the hell do you think you’re doing? This is fucking ridiculous; you think you’re going to be able to make it through this without having some sort of panic attack?

Well I have to try! How am I ever going to be a normal person if I can’t even stand a little touching? Marcus enters the room shutting his door behind him, “So would you please explain to me what the hell is going on?” he asks rubbing his hand over his face.

“I want you to teach me, how to be touched.” I say simply, Marcus stares at me shocked for a moment before he looks at the ground.

“Um, are you sure about this I mean, maybe you’re not ready for-

“Marcus shut the fuck up, get your ass over here, and touch me!” I quip sternly, “You were touching me at the club, why can’t you do it now, come on Marcus please!” I beg, he continues to stare at the ground refusing to move.

Fine we’ll do this my way, moving towards him I place my hand on his clothed chest, lightly I rub my lips over his jaw to his ear where I suck and bite at his earlobe seductively. Marcus groans, and the sound sends tremors through my body. “Fine, I’ll touch you god.” He groans, pushing me away from him he backs me up to the edge of his bed. “If you want me to stop, just tell me to stop I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to do, understand?”

I nod, and then allow Marcus to push me back onto his bed. Crawling backwards I attempt to make room for him, but he just crawls on top of me, his hips sliding in between my thighs, and the reality of what’s going on hits me, I’m letting my best friend touch me in ways that I never thought he would touch me in until the locker room incident, still he hasn’t even touched me since then, and now here I am underneath him in his bedroom. My heart starts to pound a mile a minute; Marcus grabs my leg and pulls my shoes off my feet along with my socks.

The feeling of him on top of me scares me a little bit, but I attempt to hold down the fear, brushing it aside telling myself that this is Marcus on top of me, my best friend since forever. He would never do anything to hurt me. That thought seems to calm me down, and in the dark moonlit room I can see Marcus studying my face. “You know, we really don’t have to do anything.”

“No, I want to.” I assure him once again, staring directly into his face daring him to challenge me. Marcus just nods, and leans down over me placing his hands on either side of my head, for a brief moment he stares into my eyes and suddenly I realize the orbs are getting closer and closer. Our lips connect and Marcus slides his tongue against my lips lightly touching, asking for permission to enter. My eyelids flutter as I relish the fact that he is actually asking for permission to touch me, and I open my mouth allowing him in. His tongue searches for mine, and when they meet they tangle in a wet dance. It starts off slow at first, calm and slow, just us testing the waters but as soon as I get comfortable with the way our mouths move against each other I rise up on my elbow grabbing his neck with my left hand and bringing him in deeper, picking up the pace of the kiss.

The feeling of kissing Marcus is indescribable, It’s hot like fire, and yet comfortable like snuggling inside a warm blanket on a cold winters night. It’s foreign and yet somehow extremely familiar to me because I’ve been friends with him for such a long time, it seems almost natural to be this close to him, but at the same time it seems insane. Like seriously step back for a moment, I am making out with my best friend, who has been like a brother to me since we were babies. Well when I say it like that it just sounds wrong doesn’t it? Still if just feels right, like this is where I’m supposed to be. 

As these thoughts run through my mind I find myself quickening the pace of our kisses, our mouths moving together quickly our breath coming out in short deep pants. “Collin” Marcus moans against my mouth and I shiver at the sound, the pleasure going straight to my lower regions where I twitch noticeably. Panting I pull my mouth away from Marcus, attempting to take in as much oxygen as possible, while my mouth is absent, his mouth moves down my jaw as he pushes me back to a lying position on his bed. His hot mouth travels to my ear where his tongue feels and catches fire.  Gasping I grab at his biceps, instinctively tilting my head back to offer him more room.  The offer does not go unappreciated, as Marcus sucks his way down my throat, leaving throbbing hickies all the way down my flesh.

I can feel my erection straining against the confines of my jeans, begging to be touched and my desire to feel Marcus against me reaches an all knew height. I reach up sliding my hands underneath the confines of his tank top. I can feel his tight abs clenching and unclenching against my palms and I moan. “Off, take it off” I order him, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Like the good friend he has always been he hurriedly pulls the small scrap of material over his head flinging it off into some corner of his room. Taking the time to look at his chest, I realize that Marcus is truly no longer a boy, the way his body is formed is impossible for a young boy. Leaning I place hot kisses across his chest, savoring the sound of pleasure that escape his throat.

“Down.” He orders, and I gasp as his hand presses me into the bed lightly. Marcus stares down at me, before smiling and saying in a husky, aroused voice, “I’m going to take it off.” I just nod, not really comprehending what he is saying, but then he slides his hands up my shirt, pushing the material up. Panic shoots through me for a second but I use the rush of energy to my advantage quickly assisting him with taking my shirt off, I let him throw it in some random corner of the room.

He leans down again kissing my collar bone, sucking at my skin; his fingers slip into the belt loops of my pants and yank down lightly, pulling the material off of my hips. Once again that intense fear shoots through me and I grab his hands in mine, he looks up from where he is kissing my chest, his eyes glowing with concern. “Are you okay, we can stop?”

The idea of stopping makes me more nervous than before, “No, no keep going it’s fine, I’m just a little nervous.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” He assures me again, refusing to break eye contact.

“I know.”

Marcus moves up and places his lips on mine, kissing me deeply. I deepen the kiss, as I feel him once again pull at the belt loops of my pants, but this time I hold my breath and let him do it. When the pants finally come off it’s almost like a moment of relief for me. My breathing comes easier, and I find myself slipping into a deep comfort. Marcus kisses down my chest stopping at my nipple; he licks the nub sending me arching against him in pleasure. He takes my nipple into his mouth, and suckles me. Mewling I clench my thighs around his waist tightly, feeling the rough material of his jeans against my skin. “Your pants….” I pant, “Take them off.”

Marcus obeys standing up to slide his jeans down his legs. It’s the first time I have ever seen him so close to being naked, since we were little. He isn’t even naked but the sight of his huge erection and imp talking HUGE sends tremors of fear through my body. “Wow” I mutter staring at the bulge in his boxer briefs.

He starts to chuckle as he climbs on top of me again, “What did you forget that I’m a man now Collin?” He smirks kissing my nose.

“No, but your huge.” I manage, “I can’t believe I want that inside me.” Marcus’ face grows serious, and I realize what I just said, a blush floods up my body. “Oh my god I can’t believe I just said that!” I cry covering my face with my arms.

Marcus laughs pulling my arms from my face, his face lighting up with amusement “We’ll imp not going that far with you yet, but imp glad to know that you’ve at least though of it.” And with that he places another kiss on my mouth before sucking his way down towards my erection.  Sighing I shut my eyes and run my hands through his hair as he moves lower and lower. “Do you remember this?” I hear him ask, and I open my eyes to look down at him. He is pulling down the waist band of my boxer briefs to get a good look at my scar. “This scar that you said reminded you of so many bad things, what does it remind you of now?”

The memory of him sucking his way down the puckered pink flesh causes my erection to twitch, Marcus notices and nuzzles the tent in my pants, and I moan.  He’s seriously killing me right now. He licks the flesh of the scar before nibbling with his teeth slightly, my body trembles in anticipation, and yet I’m still afraid of what he’s going to do. Marcus kisses back up my body towards my neck where he pushes his face into the crook kissing my ear and flesh around it. A small moan escapes my mouth at the feeling but imp abruptly silenced when I feel his hand sliding up my leg, his long fingers slip beneath the material of the boxers on my thigh feeling my skin, moving inwards towards the space between my thighs. “I’m going to touch you.” Marcus whispers into my ear, before biting on the appendage. I let out a breathy sigh, unable to speak at the moment my head full of jumbled thoughts. He withdraws his hand letting is slide over the tent in my briefs.

As soon as his hand passes over the bulge my hips buck softly into his palm and I gasp digging my fingers into the blanket. A smile creeps onto Marcus face and he looks up at me, “Are you ready?”

Am I ready? I mean I definitely FEEL ready, my body is definitely ready, but does that mean I’m ready? I did ask him to touch me, I want to learn how to become more comfortable with these types of things, with actually being touched by him rather than being the one who is doing the touching. Slowly I nod biting my lip.  Marcus cups my bulge and massages it through the thin material of my underwear, the feeling of his hand against me causes small mewls of pleasure to fall from my lips. Then he pulls down the waistband of my boxers, allowing my stiff member to spring out, pulsating in the air. Marcus strokes the tip of me reveling in the sounds I make, then wraps his hand around me and makes a quick upward jerking motion.

A cry of pleasure echoes across the room as my hips dart upwards into his palm, and then I’m back against the bed blushing from the humiliating sounds that just came out of my mouth. He moves his hand again, and again applying a steady rhythm. I lull my head back moaning and groaning with each stroke of his hand, as I leak all over his fingers.

Wanting to please him as well I reach my hand between us, slipping it into the confines of his underwear, wrapping my hand around his hard stiff length.  A growl rumbles through him as he feels my warm touch, and I begin to match the pace he is setting, pulling and tugging at his length.  Soon his face is pressed against my throat as he groans, and moans sometimes taking a minute to bite and nibble at my flesh as I stoke him rhythmically. His hand on my member begins to speed up and our hips dart into each other’s palms fervently wanting to feel the sweet sting of release.

“Collin.” He groans into my neck, as I gasp out his name unable to control my voice. I can feel myself reaching the edge, my stomach and balls tightening almost painfully. Marcus makes two quick jerks of his wrist and I’m done, coming into his hand and against his stomach harder than I ever have before, my cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls. Marcus comes only seconds after making quick gasps as he rides out his orgasm the liquid coming out all over my fingers and on my belly.

When it’s over he slumps down on top of me tiredly nuzzling my neck, then he darts up off the bed and into his bathroom.  I hear him moving about in the room, but am too worn out to get up from his bed. His bed is extremely comfortable I’ll have you know; I wish I could just live here and sleep in it all the time.

Marcus enters the room, and in his hand is a small wet cloth. He makes his way through the maze of clothes and lacrosse gear before sitting on the edge of the bed and wiping of my stomach where he had exploded leaving the evidence of his pleasure, and then he continues to clean me off before tugging my underwear back over my manhood.  I don’t say anything as he does this; I just stare at him admiring the way he sincerely and gently touches me, his eyes roaming over my body, taking me in. When he finishes he lays the rag on the dresser then opens the covers of his bed pulling them over me as he climbs in behind me.

“So, how was your first lesson?” He asks wrapping his arm over my hip and pulling me gently back against his chest.

I turn around in his arms burying my face into his hard muscular chest, “It was nice, I like it better when you touch me.” I admit yawning from exhaustion, “But now I’m really tired.”

“It’s okay, you can sleep I’ll see you again in the morning, I love you” He kisses my cheek before laying back against the pillows and drifting to sleep his last words send a blanket of warmth settling around me and I sigh happily before drifting into a deep and nightmare lacking slumber.