Love Is Ǝvil

6 Endorphins I Effect - Such Passion You'd Expect

Why was he here? Why did he come here? Why had he answered that fucking text? Why was heat pooling in the pit of his stomach? What the hell was he doing?

His forehead slumped on the steering wheel. He even drove himself here to avoid any more of Big Eight's thoughtful stares. One more stupid thing, didn't add much to this whole stupid situation. All of this felt kind of dirty. Marshall's dirty little secret.

There was already light in room 101, exactly like last time. But he was determined to hold up his rule tonight. There was no funny business going on here, just some quick release.

Honestly, he didn't believe himself.

He hit the steering wheel and growled at himself. The door jerked open and he climbed out of his car. Another glance at the window, he saw the shadow of a man.

His dick twitched again. Another growl.

Marshall stepped into the motel room. Immediately his eyes stuck to the man's back, the tattooed shoulder blades, the hard muscles, the butt cheeks he wanted to sink his teeth into. Fuck. "Sup."

The man turned around, a short flick of his wrist indicated a greeting. Dark hair brushed his eyes, still shadows underneath them. His shirt and the blazer hung over the back of a chair.

Marshall took his jacket off. His sweater, too, which was pulled from his arms. A heated kiss on his lips and the man stood right in front of him, he could feel the warmth radiate from him. The stranger's fingers opened Marshall's belt, a strong grip pulled his pants down.

"Your name?", Marshall asked under his breath. He didn't need to know, a nameless one-night stand was exactly what this should be. Knowing the name of his dirty little secret just made it more real. He absolutely didn't need that. But he wanted it anyway.

The man looked at him questioningly.

"Your name", he repeated with more strength in his voice. As if that would help a deaf person.

The man grinned for a second. "Nicolas." The voice was low and husky, Marshall felt his ears heat up. The accent just made the sound more sexy.

A finger tapped against his chest. Was that the counter question? "Marshall", he answered.

The other man repeated the two syllables of his name and his nerves tingled at the sound.

Another heated kiss. He dug his nails into the man's - into Nicolas's back and he could feel the muscles at work. Faintly he remembered to step out of his pants as they moved to the bed. As Nicolas sat down, he pulled Marshall with him. Their kiss never breaking. He sighed with pleasure when their bodies connected, skin touching skin. His hands stroked over Nicolas's chest, scratched the pale skin, pinched the nipples.

Nicolas sighed quietly. His hands stroking the sides of Marshall's torso, down his back and pinched one of his ass cheeks.

A moan left Marshall's mouth and got sucked in between their lips. "Don't do that", he mumbled. He tried to prop himself up, his fingers dugging into Nicolas's chest for stabilization. But he couldn't break their kiss, his tongue just wouldn't leave the other's thin lips.

Nicolas nibbled at his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. Marshall's moan got stuck in his throat and he just lay down on this warm, sexy body again. His fingers ran through the spikey, black hair.

Another squeeze of his ass cheek. Marshall broke from their kiss and sat up. He groaned low, Nicolas's hard-on rubbed against his ass now, delightully worse. "Stop that."

Nicolas cocked his eyebrows.

Marshall shook his head.

Strong hands gripped his sides and threw him onto the bed. A surprised yelp as he hit the mattress with his back. Nicolas's hands ravished his body, touching him everywhere, scratching the skin, pinching his flesh. And Marshall twisted underneath him, stretched towards the unstoppable fingers. He moaned with pleasure, even more so when Nicolas kissed and licked and bit his way down his body. A low caw left his lips when Nicolas nibbled on his navel.