Love Is Ǝvil

53 This Fuckin' Black Cloud Still Follows Me Around

"You're coming with me", Ryan demanded as soon as the door opened. Not waiting for an answer, he pulled Marshall over the threshold and inside the house. With big steps he led the way.

Music spilled into the corridor, a 90's hip-hop beat.

Dumbfounded, Marshall stared at the big hand clutching his wrist, his gaze traveled up to the broad back walking in front of him. The strong pull had him stumble after his friend. "Wait, what? But-", he stammered. A look over his shoulder to Nicolas, who entered the doorway after him and was left behind. All Marshall managed was a short gesture downstairs, before he was dragged around a corner.

"The bet, remember", Ryan explained half-heartedly, capturing back Marshall's attention. In actuality, the distance only spanned a few steps until they reached the little alcove next to the door with the guest bathroom, the wall was more separation than the space, but the urgency messed up perception. He pushed Marshall into the room and closed the door behind them. A smirk. "I wanna cash in tonight."

Marshall tugged at his winter jacket that Ryan's pull had disheveled. "Can't I come in first?" Usually his friend had more patience than this, a lot more patience than Marshall usually had. If anyone would pull somebody immediately into a corner to make out and more, Marshall's name was high up that list. Your name's the king on that list. You don't wait for a corner, you'd make out on stage or on national TV if the guy was hot enough. Or the girl, he wasn't all that picky. Not that he was averse to blow Ryan tonight, as he promised, but he didn't expect to start the night this way.

On Ryan's face sat a suggestive grin. "You have to do what I want all night, no talking back here." His big hand, that had pulled Marshall aside so rudely, fondled the light skinned face and the two men shared a brief kiss.

"Is that an order?", Marshall asked skeptical but not serious. "Usually you like it when my mouth goes off." Maybe he had underestimated what ideas his friend would come up with. A night filled with sex and even more sex was a great way to celebrate the new year, but weren't their friends here? Something felt amiss.

"We'll be getting to that", Ryan promised. He turned to a small cupboard and took a bottle of lube out of a drawer. "Now, drop your pants and bend over."

That was a bit callous, wasn't it. "C'mon man", Marshall objected slightly, "I like it quick and dirty as much as the next guy, but I'd like to settle in first." Or at the very least be kissed passionately. He had sex for pleasure, not as a transaction. Don't kid yourself, slut. You don't want to be loved, you want to be fucked. Just get naked and spread your legs. So, he took his thick jacket off and put it on the closed toilet seat, in the end he'd agree to any type of sex and Ryan knew that.

"Just do it, aight." Ryan shot him a confident look as he poured some lube on his fingers. "You gonna love it."

That Marshall didn't question, so he shrugged and opened his belt. "But don't be a dick, there's a whole night I wanna enjoy." Not that Ryan took all the fun out of him and left Marshall with nothing. C'mon, you love it hard and rough. If you can't move afterwards, he did it right. It's what a fag like you dreams of, getting torn down by a dick. His pants fell to the floor, the belt buckle clattered a little and Marshall turned around. Facing the sink, he braced himself against the porcelain and displayed his naked ass. With a smirk he wiggled it. "This good?"

"Perfect", Ryan purred and squeezed the ass cheek, fingertips enjoying to dig into the firm flesh. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing, aight." Then a cool, lube covered fingertip tapped against Marshall's hole and circled the ring of muscle to spread the gel, to make easier what would inevitably follow.

The assurance didn't track well with Marshall. A long time ago he had learned this sentence didn't mean nothing good. But he liked the warm sensations rising up his spine and the playful tug at his hole. Bitch, please. Okay, he loved it! Happy now? With closed eyes he diverted all his focus to his ass to not miss a second of Ryan kneading his cheek or the fingers stretching him open. You're obsessed with it, just look at yourself, slut. Marshall opened his eyes and caught himself in the mirror above the sink. The bottom lip sucked in between his teeth, a smile coloring the edges of his mouth and his otherwise bright blue eyes darkened by widened pupils.