Page 62 of Famous Last

“No,” he heard himself say.

Marshall stopped and appeared adorably startled.

“I’m stark naked,” said Spencer, stating the obvious. “And you’re dressed like you’re ready for a game of poker.”

“I don’t play poker—”

“Can you lose some of the clothes, maybe?”

With a humoured shake of the head, Marshall rose carefully from the carpet and stood over Spencer. Already the pronounced bulge in his trousers had Spencer’s mouth watering. Far better than any erotic dream Spencer could have imagined, Marshall began to undress. First he removed his belt, slowly, purposefully, dropping the item onto the floor, the celebrated news correspondent far sexier than a professional stripper. Then began the unclasping of his shirt, button by delicious button, revealing his well-defined, hairy chest. With the shirttails lifted out, Spencer’s eyes were drawn to the treasure trail of hair leading down from Marshall’s chest, disappearing beneath thewaistline, pointing the way to future promise. Once Marshall had dropped the shirt to the floor, he moved his hands to the trouser button before unzipping the fly and slowly, very slowly, easing down his clothing. Spencer held his breath, watching as Marshall smoothed the fabric down, inch by inch, revealing the beginnings of a mound of dark pubic hair. Still with his hungry gaze on Spencer, who could have sworn he had stopped breathing, Marshall slid his trousers and underpants farther down until his thick uncut cock sprang into view, bobbing a couple of times. Even when Marshall had stepped out of the trousers, revealing his thick muscular thighs, and gravity had stopped the bouncing, Marshall’s cock repeatedly twitched, probably in anticipation of having Spencer laid out before him.

Without a word, he dropped back between Spencer’s legs, this time eliciting a groan from Spencer when his large hands landed at the top of either thigh, massaging gently, and his warm, moist mouth swallowed Spencer’s cock. Spencer squeezed his eyes shut, lost in sensory overload, and his heart almost stopped when he felt the fingers of one of Marshall’s hands smooth into his crack. Instantly, when one fingertip probed inside, the groan became a whimper.

Both mouth and fingers withdrew, leaving Spencer empty, and he was about to open his eyes when he heard a drawer slide open and shut. After a sharp snapping sound, Marshall’s mouth returned to work on his erection with a vengeance, and a lube-covered finger returned to loosen him up. A couple of times he squirmed in spasms on the bed, one hand grabbing a mound of the duvet cover, the other tugging on Marshall’s hair as the expert mouth continued dismantling him and the probing finger finally reaching the pot of gold inside, causing him to arch his back.

Soon after, his barely held together restraint dissolved, a disembodied groan of ecstasy issuing from him, his bodysurrendering to the powerful orgasm that ripped through him. Electricity lit up every nerve-ending, his body shuddering at the intensity, as Marshall swallowed everything he had, turning his bones to liquid.

As he lay back panting, black spots floating across his eyes, a shadow moved over him, a hot mouth clamping hungrily onto his own as the mattress continued to shake. Warm liquid landed on his stomach and chest from Marshall’s own orgasm, the kiss becoming a deep guttural moan, sexy as hell. Marshall collapsed heavily next to him.

Both lay panting for a few moments, Spencer enjoying the way his body gradually came down from a high he had rarely experienced. Once he heard Marshall’s breath calm beside him, he turned to speak.

“Wow.”

“Good?” asked an amused Marshall.

“Incredible. How about you?”

“Better than anything I’d imagined,” said Marshall, turning his head in Spencer’s direction. “And I have a pretty good imagination when it comes to you.”

Spencer warmed inside at hearing that Marshall had dreamt about them being together.

“But I thought we were going to—” began Spencer.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight, are you? We’ve got all evening, Spence. But I thought maybe we could have a breather first.”

“In which case, I might need a multivitamin. If later is going to be anywhere near as good as that.”

“Later is going to be much better,” said Marshall, grinning and nuzzling Spencer’s ear. “Much, much better.”

“Better make that a defibrillator then.”

Marshall laughed aloud before rolling over and kissing Spencer. After that, he leant across and plucked someconveniently placed tissues from the bedside cabinet and cleaned Spencer up as best he could. When he fell back, they lay there both lost in thought, staring up at the ceiling.

“Darcy dropped me here tonight,” said Spencer eventually.

“I’d guessed as much. She’s the only one I talked to about the two of us.”

“She really cares about you.”

“I know. I put too much on her. But she knows how much I like you.”

“She played me the message you left on her phone.”

“Oh no, she didn’t. I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t youdareapologise. It was the kick up the bum I needed to get up the guts to come over here. As soon as I heard what you said, everything suddenly made sense.”

Marshall turned to him and smiled, then pushed his arm beneath Spencer’s neck before leaning forward to kiss him. Spencer loved the intimacy, the proximity and warmth of Marshall’s body. He noticed Marshall thinking as he rested his head back on the pillow and stared into the air above them.

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