Page 46 of The Missing Ingredient

Tom went quiet then, and Marcus glanced up into his lustful gaze. Before the man changed his mind, Marcus grabbed a condom, ripped open the foil, and rolled the latex onto himself. Above him, Tom prepared himself with generous amounts of lube. This was going to happen, Marcus told himself.

“Come on, then,” said Marcus. “You’re in charge. Take your time.”

Tom lowered himself onto Marcus, far quicker and surer than Marcus would have believed. Sweat glistened on his brow, but eventually he felt himself fully inside Tom, with Tom’s still-erect cock resting on his stomach. With that, Tom leaned forward, placed his large hands on either side of Marcus’s head, and kissed him leisurely.

“Tom,” said Marcus after a few moments, “you need to start moving.”

Tom complied immediately, after a while bouncing up and down on Marcus, each time his huge member slapping Marcus on the stomach. Eventually Marcus could hold on no longer and cried out Tom’s name as he shot into the condom.

When they lay next to each other, both panting, Marcus swung his head to examine Tom.

“And?” he asked.

“Interesting,” said Tom, who had not climaxed. “Might take a bit of getting used to. Maybe preparing myself better beforehand.”

“Let’s save that for an overnighter. I can help out there.”

“Yes?” said Tom, his eyes lighting.

“Fuck yeah,” said Marcus, chuckling. “I would be honored.”

“In the meantime,” said Tom, reaching out for a condom, “any chance of a fuck?”

Since that first time, Marcus had eagerly looked forward to being fucked by Tom. Something had happened that he’d never experienced before, like trying a type of cuisine you’d never considered before but which now gave you an insatiable appetite. Marcus also let Tom lube him up, loved watching Tom’s eagerness.

Before long they rocked into their comfortable rhythm until Tom’s pumping motion sped up, becoming more erratic. In Marcus, the electricity built, growing stronger until release overcame him. Orgasms with Tom inside him were so incredibly intense. Next time he had the chance to fuck Tom, he needed make the experience better.

For the next half hour, they lay holding each other, spent. Strange, too, because Marcus had never been a cuddler. Usually after sex, he’d be the first one out of the door. In small ways, Tom was changing him. Intimacy was becoming his friend.

The one to notice the late time, Tom roused them both. Marcus sighed at the inequality of their short time together. But this session had been a first, Tom giving himself to Marcus. Marcus needed to reciprocate, to give something in return.

Tom sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his trousers. For some reason Marcus felt an overwhelming apprehension, but he knew he had to finally tell Tom what he knew about Damian Stone.

“Tom,” said Marcus.

Marcus had only uttered that one word, but Tom must have sensed Marcus’s seriousness, because he stopped what he was doing and turned his way.

“Do you remember that policeman friend of mine? From the water park.”

Tom said nothing, but his gaze became dark. Whatever he was thinking was probably way off the mark, but Marcus had to keep going now.

“Well, I asked him to do me a favor and try to find out about Damian Stone.”

“And?”

“And we found out where he lived. I went there with him to see if we could find anything out. Turns out Damian Stone did go to the same yoga class as Raine. He was also in a committed relationship with another man.”

That remark managed to get Tom’s full attention. “He was gay?”

“Yup. We spoke to his partner. Damian Stone also moonlighted, a bit of catering on the side. The reason why Raine was in his car that day—at least this is what I assume from everything else I know—is that they were heading down to Chipping Norton to check out a venue for a party.”

Tom was staring at the wall now. “Whose party?”

“That’s the thing. I still have no idea. The woman at the venue said Raine was arranging a seventieth birthday party, but I don’t know anyone—”

Tom had dropped his head into his hands, and Marcus could see his shoulders shaking and hear a soft sobbing. Marcus got up immediately and went to him, put his arm around his shoulders. “Tom?”

“All this time” came Tom’s muffled voice.

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