Page 49 of Off the Rim
"I'd rather get you wet first."
"Ashton," he says in a warning tone.
"Marcus."
He's acting stern, but only one of us is naked and fully erect right now. I eye his dick like it's something to eat.
"Stop looking at me like that," he whisper-yells, reaching near my head for his towel and pulling it down to cover himself.
Oh, no you don't.
I snatch the towel away.
"Ashton!"
"I want to see it."
Marcus blinks back at me, stunned by my directness. We haven't exactly acknowledged everything that's happened between us. It happens, and then Marcus acts like it didn't. Rinse and repeat. Right now might be the same, but fuck. I just want a taste.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and Marcus’ eyes trace the movement.
"You get enough of an eyeful yet?" he rasps.
"I'd like to get a mouth full."
"Right now?"
I gesture to his cock, and the bead of precum dripping down the tip. "He's ready, I'm ready. Why not right now?"
"Did anyone see you come in here? Because people can see that there's more than one person in here," he says, pointing at the gap under the stall.
"You think I care?"
"You're not even out."
"Says who? And why do I need to come out anyway? It's not an announcement. It's just a thing. I don't care who knows."
"You don't care if people know you're gay?"
"Not even a little bit. Plenty of people know already."
"What about if people know you like to get on your knees for a broke nobody?"
"You're not a nobody, Marcus."
"Tell that to your friends. They think I’m trash."
“Hottrash,” I reply, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m kidding. Not about you being hot, you’re fucking hot as shit. But about my friends. I have, and will continue to, put them in their place when they’re talking about you.”
“And you don’t think they’ll resent you for that?”
“They don’t matter, Marcus. I’ll do whatever it takes.
"Whatever what takes?"
"Whatever it takes to show you I'm not the guy you think I am. I'm not like my family. Or at least I don't want to be."
I fall to my knees, not caring about the water seeping into the denim of my jeans. My chin tilts up, and I blink up at Marcus standing above me. He's fucking gorgeous, with his wide, muscular chest and a waist that tapers down into a cut V. His cock is thick and hard, too heavy to stick straight out, so it bobs between his tight, hairy thighs. My other encounters with his cock so far have been quick and rough, so I didn't get the chance to explore him, but I take the opportunity now. He's fucking glorious, smooth, veiny, and uncut. Are other cocks as fucking delicious looking as this one is? Or has my lifelong obsession with this man built him up to god-like proportions?
