Page 63 of Famous Last

“Joe was playing me at the restaurant. On the way to his parents’ place in the Uber, he suddenly announced he felt fine and could we ask the driver to come here instead. I was so furious for wrecking what was otherwise turning out to be a perfect evening. I’m so sorry, Spencer. I feel as though I’m constantly weighing you down with my baggage. And I fell for his bullshit again. But honestly, it wouldn’t have been the first time I’d rushed him to emergency or taken him to rehab for an intervention.”

Spencer had already guessed as much but felt validated to have had his suspicions confirmed. Marshall’s ex was trouble, and Spencer would be more cautious if ever he ran into him again.

“What did you do in the end?”

“I made the driver take us to his parents’ place in Chelmsford. He became crazy, of course. He’s used to getting his own way. But I was just as furious by then. Fortunately it wasn’t late and his parents were up. We had a long chat together, all of us, well into the early hours. I got Joey to admit the lies written in the paper about us both. His parents are decent folk. Oddly enough, it was his father who talked about me taking out a restraining order on Joe, after I’d explained him barging into the restaurant. Joe couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his own father’s mouth, but the man meant every word. I didn’t take one out, in case you’re asking, and despite Darcy calling me a soft-hearted fool.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

Marshall looked away then, clearly pained.

“I should have. But I had a moment of doubt, wondering if I was putting too much on you. Thought I’d give you a few days or a week of calm without all my bullshit. I genuinely was busy, but I still should have called. And then I saw that freebie newspaper with you kissing another man at Blake’s party and I told myself I was being a fool, that you’d moved on. Told myself I should let you live your life.”

“Well, just so you know, that guy is called Nile. He’s the cousin of a work colleague and although he’s a friend, there’s nothing between us. And the kiss was an experiment he instigated, to see if there could be anything between us. I never told Nile this, but it felt like getting kissed by my grandmother. Besides, as I hope you can tell from my appearance tonight, I still have unrequited amorous feelings concerning a sexy news correspondent I met recently.”

“You do?”

“I do. Although that was a good start.”

“Wait here,” said Marshall, jumping from the bed, his tight backside heading for the bedroom door. A few moments laterhe returned, unashamedly naked with a tub of ice cream and a spoon. When he neared the bed, he turned the label to face Spencer.

“Strawberry cheesecake,” said Spencer, sitting cross-legged as Marshall joined him and did the same. “Were you expecting me?”

“Let’s just say I hoped you might be here one day. And after your enthusiastic recommendation, I thought I’d give the flavour a go. But with you being here now, it seems only proper that I feed you a spoonful or two.”

“You’re really making things up to me, aren’t you?”

Marshall removed the lid, then ripped the plastic cover from the inside. Whenever Spencer bought the ice cream, the top would be off within minutes of him bringing the carton home, and probably half the tub would have been devoured by now. As promised, Marshall fed him first, a small taste, and Spencer let out a suitably wanton moan of pleasure. Marshall simply stared at him.

“Would you have preferred this to a blow job?”

Spencer stared back, horrified, ice cream still on his tongue.

“Are you serious? No way. Although this makes for a nice carnal dessert course.”

Marshall poked his tongue at a dab of ice cream still on the spoon but pulled a face.

“Mmm, no. Too sweet for me. Honestly, if pushed I’d skip the dessert buffet and go straight to the savoury stuff, like the cold cuts and selection of cheeses.”

Spence remembered Marshall had said the same thing before but wasn’t about to let him off the hook.

“Heathen!”

Marshall laughed aloud and handed the spoon and tub to Spencer, leaning in to kiss him and dip his tongue in Spencer’s mouth. When he pulled his head away, he was still grinning ashe nodded and reached across to wipe something from the side of Spencer’s mouth with his thumb.

“Although, I must say, the ice cream tastes much better from inside your mouth. Maybe it’s an acquired taste.”

The kiss fuelled something inside Spencer, and, placing the carton down onto the bedside cabinet, he leant forward and brought their mouths together again. Instead of pulling back, he deepened the kiss, allowing their tongues to dance and warm each other, while his icy hands cradled Marshall’s face. Moments later, Marshall’s fingers traced the bare contours of Spencer’s chest, making him shiver, especially when the thumbs brushed over his collarbone and down across his nipples. Unexpectedly, Marshall pulled his hot mouth away.

“Sorry, my hands are cold—”

Spencer pushed Marshall’s right hand down between his legs, in an attempt to warm the fingers. Marshall’s eyes opened wide before his lips met Spencer’s. Marshall’s breath deepened and his generous cock took notice, already beginning to rise from its slumber. After a few moments, Marshall withdrew his fingers and pushed Spencer down onto the bedclothes. Once again their mouths crushed together, Marshall instigating a hungry embrace, his hand smoothing into the many creases of Spencer’s body. This time around, Spencer had been so immersed in the sensation, in the writhe of their bodies, that he gasped aloud when a new coat of cooling lube pressed into him. Marshall’s intention became clear, switching to a couple of fingers to loosen him up, gently but firmly twisting and probing before adding another, all the while maintaining the eager kissing until Spencer felt ready to come unglued.

“Now, Marshall,” he said, pulling his mouth away. “Please.”

Marshall needed no more encouragement. Kneeling over Spencer, his eyes dark with lust, his cock straining erect, he slicked some lube onto his shaft before rolling on a condom andadding more. Without losing eye contact, he grabbed a pillow, lifted Spencer’s legs and placed the soft cushion beneath his lower back. With that, he fell forward until his face hovered over Spencer’s. Without asking for permission, Marshall crushed their mouths together and at the same moment the tip of his cock touched Spencer’s hole. Pushing firmly but still in control, Marshall began to enter him, to stretch him, a little painfully at first, but expertly taking his time, listening to Spencer’s body.

“That’s all of me,” said Marshall. “Now tell me what you want?”

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