Welcome Home (Jacksepticeye x Egos)

Chapter 20

Jack allows himself a moment or two to just look into the other pair of blue eyes. They are sweet and inviting. Wanting to be enjoyed and admired. Marvin has a gentle confidence that Jack only dreams to achieve, and yet here he is. Hands roaming through the silver white hair, and the sigh leaving Marvin's mouth just as smooth and soft.

"You like how it feels?"

He could tell that his lips were moving, and there is a smile that appears on Marvin's mouth. Jack must have said yes, but he can't recall anything except the way that the hair feels in between his fingers. It's too light and airy to be real. Marvin seems to light and airy to be real as well, yet here he is. Smiling at him as serenely as if Jack is the most wonderous person that he has ever looked upon.

"Would you like to feel more of me, Jack?"

Jack feels his heart stutter at this, and he is just able to pull himself out of the haze to recall what Dr. Schneep had told him about not doing anything sexually until he had a full physical. There is no way that Jack wants to anger the doctor again, especially when there are so many amazing things about this place. Marvin softly frowns at the Irishman's hesitation.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, it's..."

Jack tries to figure out the best way to explain. That his body is surging forward but his mind is pumping the brakes as if he is going to crash into the side of a mountain. Jack needs a place to stay. He needs security so much since Signe has left. There is no way that he can allow his curiosity of what Marvin looks like without clothing have him do something against the Schneep's wishes.

"Dr. Schneep was very strict about what I can do until - "

Jack stops as he waits for Marvin to stop giggling. Part of him is annoyed at being laughed at, but the sound of the other man's giggle is as mesmerizing as the rest of Marvin. Almost like the chiming of a silver bell and in spite of himself, Jack shudders.

"Sorry," Marvin says, voice muffled a bit by his right hand placed in front of his own mouth. "I'm not laughing at you, just...Schneep is a lot of grumpy talk on days where he hasn't seen anyone in private. If he thought that you were dangerous to any of us you never would have been allowed to stay more than a few minutes once he got back.

Then Marvin places his hand on Jack's knee, stopping it from it's nervous bouncing. Again, Marvin's touch is soft and calming, and then he giggles again.

"How about this, if you are so worried," Marvin whispers, turning so that he is sitting up with his legs bent behind him so that he looks like a cat getting ready to pounce. "I'll touch you. Then if Schneep finds out you can honestly tell him that I initiated everything. Not you."

Jack chuckles darkly, very aware that's not how no sexual activity works. Schneep would hardly take that as an excuse with just the small amount of time that Jack has known him.

Marvin hums as he watches Jack think things over, patiently waiting as Jack leans over to try to hide his excitement. Just the idea of Marvin's lips on his dick is more than enough to begin making him hard. Jack turns to the left to view Marvin again, and his groin aches. His memory of Marvin being good with his hands fluttering through his bloodstream. Fuck.

"I promise you that it will all be okay," Marvin says, his hand moving closer to the inside of Jack's leg, but not moving too close. He is waiting again.

Jack nods before he connects any other emotions. There's just something so coy and flirty about Marvin that draws him in. The quiet confidence and soft features that have Jack aching for finding out more. Marvin smiles as he crawls towards Jack, teeth like dazzling pearls and silver white hair floating around him like the mane of a lion. For some reason Jack thought that Marvin would undo his fly and begin to suck him off, but instead he did something even braver and sweeter. With a soft gasp the smaller man straddles Jack's lap and kisses him slowly. Too slowly to be anything just from pure lust.

This is magical.

Their lips move as Marvin gently grinds into Jack's crotch. Marvin smells like vanilla and honey, and Jack is drowning in the softness of it all. While Chase took more control in a traditional sense, Marvin's commands were more instinctual and subtle. A small tilt of the head tell Jack to lean more to the left, and the slender fingers gliding over Jack's jawline tells him that it's okay. To just calm down and enjoy this.

Jack begins to move his hips in tandem, forgetting what Marvin said about him doing all of the work. The white haired man giggles again as he pulls away for a moment and stops Jack's hips from moving. Right, of course. Marvin is coming on the him.

"You're so pretty," Jack slurs, and Marvin giggles again.

"So are you, darling."

With a small twist of Marvin's hips Jack is pressed against the couch cushions, with Marvin above him looking even more heavenly than before. Another smile, and Jack is hooked. He needs Marvin to do anything to him. Talk to him. Kiss him. Fuck him. Anything.

"Just stay there," Marvin mutters into Jack's ear and within a moment Jack closes his eyes as the feeling of his pants finally being unzipped and opened up occurs. The cool air hits his length and he hears Marvin hum in appreciation. "You're pretty everywhere, darling."

Jack knows that the heat on his face is rising, and doesn't open his eyes. He just enjoys the sensations and warmth of feather light touches and sweeping palms until wetness hits the slit of his tip and he groans loudly.

"Fuck..."

Whatever Chase had hinted about Marvin's abilities was way too limited. Jack was already writhing as he is fully enveloped by Marvin's delicate mouth. The base of his cock all the way to the tip is savored as if Marvin would never have another chance to do this. It takes everything in what's left of Jack's mind not to fuck the ever loving shit out of Marvin's mouth. Nothing ever should feel as good as this.

"Can I..."

Jack loses the rest of his sentence. Too lost in the feeling of desire and heat. He wants to ask Marvin if it's okay to grab the back of his head with his hand, but nothing else exit's the Irishman's mouth but another groan and a shudder. As if Marvin just knows what Jack needs he takes Jack's hand and places it on the back of his silvery head, and Jack sighs as he begins to entangles his fingers into the silk like feeling, then opens his eyes to watch Marvin begin to stroke him faster and faster.

"Holy shit," Jack moans, blue eyes staring in awe at the man on top of him. Jack's hips buck up involuntarily but Marvin doesn't seem to mind it. If anything, there is a small smile that Jack can feel around his member. "Fuck, I'm so close..."

Marvin hums to show that he understands, and instead of pulling away he leans in even deeper, and Jack inhales as Marvin deep throats him completely, and then looks him straight in the eyes and gives him a small wink.

That's what pushes Jack over the edge and with a whimper he comes hard inside of the other man's mouth. Eyes streaming with tears that Jack doesn't really understand fall from the corners of his eyes as waves of warmth and pleasure radiates around him from the core of his body to the tips of his curling fingers and toes. Marvin takes all of him without worry or cough, and after Jack has finally surged as much as he can, he falls even deeper into the cushions. His breath is ragged, mind foggy and limbs impossibly heavy. The slight sensation of being wiped and his underwear and pants being fastened again, but Jack is already slipping into something that feels too much like a dream. Maybe all of this is a dream?

"Stay..."

Jack barely gets the words out, but the shifting on the couch and the warm heat and heaviness of Marvin's head and chest let him know that the other man is curled up on top of him. His pink lips pecking Jack's as the world turns a misty white as the last thing that Jack sees before his eyes close again is Marvin smiling at him again.