HEAL

15 -- A DIFFERENT VIEW

Warning  --  bxb

"Look at this !  This view is amazing !"  Larry stood as far down the pathway as he was able without falling off the cliff, and into the less than wild blue yonder that stretched out in front of him.  He and Joel pressed their bodies against the railings, their arms wide open, faces to the wind, like they were stood on the prow of the Titanic.  Larry's newly fashioned twists blew back from his face, as he and Joel giggled with pure joy at the sensation, and at one another.  

They were both on a day trip with the rest of the residents from New Horizons, and they were visiting The Griffith Observatory for a few hours.  Larry had found it interesting so far, the plantetarium show was fascinating, and he told everyone how much he wanted to come back at night for one of the observatory lectures.  But the Foucault Pendulum had him absolutely mesmerized.  He couldn't take his eyes off it, and he couldn't even begin to grasp that, as it swung to and fro, distributing a fine line of sand to the edges of a circle, each line of sand overlapping the last, that it was the earth that was turning, and not the pendulum or the circle.  But this was probably his favourite thing, to feel the wind in his hair and on his face, closing his eyes and facing the sun.  He breathed deeply, though the L.A. air was probably not the purest air to be breathing, but up here, above it all, he could pretend.  With the Hollywood sign just across the way, and downtown L.A. at his feet, he felt like he was flying.  Perhaps he could learn to do that, too, he mused.  It was almost time to go, and Maddie and their chaperones were taking them all to Red Lobster for an early dinner as a treat, then Laurent would pick him up from the Centre later.  As he sat eating his lobster linguine, throwing fries at Joel across the table, he wondered what his brother was doing.  Laurent had told him he had some work to catch up on, and Larry hoped he wasn't too lonely without him. 

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Laurent squeezed his eyes shut, the physical sensations all but overwhelming his body and mind now.  Unlike when he was with Larry, where he was a doting and compliant top, he was now a doting and compliant bottom.  Marcus was definitely a top, and he was very happy to prove that fact to Laurent every chance he got.  He got that chance today, because he had suggested to Larry that he might like to go on the day trip to the observatory that Maddie had planned for her residents.  Knowing the soft spot Maddie had for Larry, of course she agreed, even though he was no longer a resident there.  Marcus had also put it to Laurent that Maddie had invited Larry to go, that Larry already knew about the trip, and that if he said he couldn't go, both Larry and Maddie would be disappointed.  Playing all three corners against the middle.  And he was good at it, the manipulative shit.  But one of them wasn't buying into Marcus' manipulation, and it would be dealt with in due course.  

So, Marcus' idea was that he and Laurent would have an afternoon free to themselves, undisturbed by Larry's shouting and yelling at the T.V. screen as he played a game, or his constant whining about wanting to go out and "do something."  Marcus had opted to go down the sex route, showing Laurent what he had been missing since his no sex, well, not much sex, policy a few weeks prior.

Laurent grabbed hold of the railings on the headboard until his knuckles turned white, giving Marcus more than enough purchase on his body to drive into him up to the hilt, balls deep, hitting Laurent's sweet spot with virtually every single snap of his hips. He licked his lips and tossed his head, it was almost too much.  He wanted to draw his legs up into himself so badly, to be able to push back, but Marcus liked him to be laying flat on his back, and virtually still.  At his mercy.  He was the one in charge here, and Laurent would do nothing to defy him.  It was ..... OK, good even, how could being made to come, and everything that that entailed to get him to that point, not be good, he reasoned.  But more often than not, he felt like he wasn't a participant in his own pleasure, that he had no control or say in it at all.  He just had to wait until Marcus made him come, hoping he would chase his own orgasm at the same time.  But invariably he didn't, he was so focused on Laurent.  And that's why it all seemed so .... mechanical.  Procedural.  Unloving.  So once Laurent came, Marcus would still insist on shoving himself into Laurent's oversensitive hole, Laurent quivering and shaking and begging him to stop, until he came too, Laurent releasing a sigh of relief when he did.