Love Is Ǝvil

55 Startin' Today, I'm Breakin' Out Of This Cage

"FIVE!"

Cold air breezed across his face. The night sky was black and filled with anticipation. Barely a star was to be seen, only the lights of the city underneath illuminated it. The moon was like a white ribbon, as if he was giving way for the new year to come.

"FOUR!"

The voices of him and his friends called out into the night loud and demanding. He put all his angst and hopes into his voice and shouted it into the sky, into the uncertain future ahead. Did the others, too?

"THREE!"

An arm hugged his shoulders and he leaned back into it, his arm around the waist. A steady body that didn't waver. A steady heart that didn't flee. His boyfriend.

"TWO!"

A nervous, joyful tingle rushed his blood. For once easy to focus his mind on the good: family, friends, love.

"ONE!"

He would make the new year worth it. A vow.

Fireworks clamored and flashed across the sky. Bright colors sprayed across the black vastness, the boom of every explosion echoed through the backyard and his friends cheered for the new year.

So did Marshall. He turned to his boyfriend whose face was bathed in the blazing light, and smiled at him wide. Nicolas smiled back. »Happy New Year's!« They shared a kiss, lips touching another in celebration. A wordless conversation about their future, together. The subtle prickle across his skin and the intermittent shivers up and down his spine felt like a preview now, the toy just a teaser of fun, but Nicolas's hand cupping his ass was a foundation. It wasn't just a seductive touch, but also support. Because his boyfriend just did. The new year rose hope in Marshall's heart that this was actually true. Perhaps, this could be his life?

Denaun pushed sparklers into each their hands, a bright grin on his face. "Happy New Year's!", he yelled above the noise of the fireworks.

"Happy New Year's!", Marshall yelled back and swung the sparkler above his head, welcoming the new beginning. There was still much to do for his life to be good and worth it, for him to be good and worth it - but he had accomplished so much this year. It was good to celebrate what he'd done this year and to look forward to what he would be doing in the next.

He kissed his boyfriend again. »I'm glad you're here.« To celebrate a random date in the calendar, to spend time with his friends, to spend time with him, to be part of Marshall's life. Nicolas's words were true from his own perspective as well: You're good for me.

»Let's get that thing out of you«, Nicolas suggested, the sparkler held between them and its light fizzled onto them both.

A smirk on Marshall's lips. »You're getting impatient all of a sudden?« His boyfriend had made this suggestion a few times over the last two hours or so and as much as Marshall would love to act it out, expecting something sexual to undoubtedly happen, it hadn't been meant to be. Once Ryan had found them too early or a foosball match had to be won or Marshall had lost his revenge in Mario Kart or he couldn't wriggle himself out of Ryan's hold, who had as much fun playing with the toy inside Marshall as Nicolas had. Did he want to finally fuck mindless? Abso-fucking-lutely! He'd wanted it hours ago. At the same time, there was something tempting in this: A toy slowly, relentlessly fucking his hole with every twitch of his muscles, and two men he craved for were demanding his willingness.

»It's been a while«, Nicolas explained.

Of course he was right, these things weren't really meant to stay inside you this long and it's been the whole night. Marshall knew that. Hell, he had toys stuck in him for too long before, he knew this all too well. But the hand on his ass, stroking the cheeks through the denim of the jeans and playing with the base of the toy didn't make him want this less. On the contrary. "Come on, let's celebrate. It's midnight."