Moving Forward - 18. Chapter 18 (4.4)

At that moment, Marshall realized he’d won the argument—if you could even consider that short discussion an argument—and he was about to get his way with Lee. Something that would have to hold him until they were alone in their cabin on the Wandering Star.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t the most romantic setting, but it was all the privacy they were going to get short of getting a motel room, which they weren’t about to do. Marshall was too horny to care. All he wanted was to wrap his lips around Lee’s thick cock and suck.

As they continued to kiss, Marshall snaked his hand in between them, fumbling at Lee’s belt buckle. Lee unwound one of his hands from Marshall’s hair and helped him unclasp it, then undo the button. Marshall lowered the zipper, carefully, around Lee’s bulging erection. Damn, he wished Lee had gone commando. But he hadn’t, and Marshall felt a wet spot on Lee’s briefs. Squatting in front of Lee, he licked up, along Lee’s length, which was outlined against the cotton. Looked like someone was an eager beaver, and it wasn’t just Marshall.

Marshall tugged at Lee’s jeans, pulling them down over his hips, and halfway down his thighs, followed by his briefs. Just far enough for Marshall to reach what he was after. He ran his tongue across the cockhead, tasting Lee’s salty precum. Lee moaned and gripped Marshall’s hair with both hands again as Marshall took Lee into his eager mouth.

He didn’t have time for finesse, and he knew it. They were lucky no one had walked in on them as it was. Not that anyone would know what was going on inside the stall, but he had a feeling what they were doing was probably still illegal in the state of Texas. Especially in public.

Which only served to heighten the experience in Marshall’s eyes.

Marshall sucked hard, hollowing out his cheeks as he did, his mouth filled with Lee. Lee shifted his position, and Marshall heard a thump. For one moment, he thought maybe the door had opened, but a quick glance showed that was not the case, so he continued to suck on Lee’s cock.

Keeping one hand on Lee, Marshall reached down between his own legs and hastily unzipped his jeans just far enough to get inside. He wrapped his hand around his own erection and began to pump it feverishly. Goddamn but Lee tasted good. The combined pleasure of sucking off Lee while jacking himself off was heady. He knew he wouldn’t last long. Too late, he realized he’d make a mess, probably on his pants.

Marshall moaned into Lee’s flesh. Lee thrust harder into his mouth. Marshall’s balls felt as though they might explode. He gripped himself more tightly and pumped harder, before he exploded in his hand. He kept sucking on Lee, his moans vibrating around Lee’s cock. Lee’s thrusts became shorter and harder, then he released inside Marshall’s mouth, tightening his grip on Marshall’s hair.

Marshall swallowed, over and over, as Lee’s cock spasmed, ejecting hot bursts of fluid, until he’d gotten everything Lee had to give. Once he’d finished, Lee slumped back against the door. Marshall’s legs were shaky. He leveraged himself up using the toilet seat, working out the kinks in his muscles.

Lee pulled him in for a kiss, less needy but every bit as passionate as before. Marshall was more at peace now, the way he did whenever they made love, no matter how it was done. They drew apart, and Marshall tugged his pants up. Sure enough, the jeans were cum-dappled, to his chagrin. He could wipe that off, sure, but the spots wouldn’t dry right away.

His frown became a smirk. Okay, so what? Denver already suspected what was up, and with evidence such as this, Dustin would know too. Another message to him about how much Marshall belonged to Lee. End of story.

“Feel better?” Lee was putting himself back together again. Unlike Marshall, he had no telltale evidence of their activity on his pants.

“Mmhm,” Marshall murmured. “You?”

“Never better,” Lee affirmed and kissed him again. “We should get going, though.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Marshall admitted. No reason to linger here. Not now. Not when they had places to go. Even better places for making love in.

He stepped back enough for Lee to open the door. Lee went out first, and Marshall followed. Not a soul in sight. Good. He hurried to the nearest sink. Damn, no paper towels. He wasn’t about to try to maneuver his crotch under one of the hand dryers, so he did what he could. He dashed water onto the spots of semen and wiped at them with his hands. It would have to do until he could change, later on.

Marshall glanced at Lee, a question on his lips, which was quickly forgotten at the expression in Lee’s eyes. One he couldn’t quite place. Thoughtful, maybe? But not in a bad way. At least, he hoped not.

“Something wrong?” he asked, just to reassure himself.

Lee shook his head. “Not a thing. Just thinking about something.”

“Something good, I hope?”

“Something very good.”

Marshall arched an eyebrow. “Going to let me in on it anytime soon?”

Lee chuckled. “When the time’s right, I surely will.”

Marshall was satisfied with that. He trusted Lee implicitly. If there was a problem, Lee would have said so immediately. He’d just have to be patient until Lee felt the time was right to tell him about it.

“I don’t know if I tell you enough how much I love you,” Lee said in a heartfelt tone. Marshall’s heart tightened at his words.

“I never get tired of hearing it,” he admitted. “You know I love you more than anything too.”

“Yeah, I do.”

They strolled leisurely back to the car, where the others waited. Did Marshall spy a touch of jealousy in Dustin’s eyes? He didn’t care.