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Marcus

She was quiet the whole drive back to the property.

I didn’t blame her. I was being a fucking asshole, but in my defense she was also being a fucking brat.

And I know brat.

I drive up the driveway, pulling up to the front entrance.

I don’t even have the kickstand out before Elliott leaps off my bike, stalking towards the front door.

I park the bike, removing my helmet as I watch her struggle with hers as she makes her way inside.

She flops her arms in defeat and her head lowers, the helmet makes it even more comical.

I join her in the entryway ready to help her out of her helmet. I can't suppress the chuckle. “Let me.”

She swats my hand away, “No.” Her words are faint with the helmet still in place .

I lift her visor and her lids are puffy and red, but the anger she has, it’s like there’s a storm in her eyes.

Was she crying the whole ride back?

For some reason that makes a pain spring to life in my chest.

“I’m just trying to help.” I grab the helmet by the chin.

“I don’t need your help, remember. I’m not your problem.”

“You’re making it my problem.” I grab the straps under her chin, unlatch the fastening, all the while she keeps her eyes directed away from me. I lift the helmet off of her, “There now, was that so hard?”

“Very.” She pushes past me.

Her fucking attitude, why was she always giving me that fucking sharp tongue?

I snatch her arm in my hold and sling her back in front of me.

“All I have tried to do is help you!”

“Help me?” Her eyes flooded with tears, “You’ve been trying to help me?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t. There is no helping me when it comes to this, Marcus. I–” She shuts her eyes, “I am reminded of who I am and what happened every day, every time I shut my eyes, every time I open them, and every time I look at myself in the mirror.

“Elliott.”

“All I see is him.” I go to pull her in, for what, a hug? I don’t know, but I have never wanted to hold someone so badly. As if my arms could keep her together .

She flinches at my sudden change in direction, and I freeze in my tracks.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” Hunter bellows through the entry. He rounds the corner stopping in front of us to take in the scene. “What’s wrong?” He speeds to Elliott’s side, “Are you hurt?”

She wipes her eyes, “No. I’m fine. It was just a rough lesson is all.” She raises to her tippy toes, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off towards Kameron’s room.

“Flores?” He eyes me now.

“Like she said–rough lesson.” I shrug, trying to keep my emotions at bay.

“Marcus, seriously?” He cocks a brow at me, “You really think I don’t know when you are lying?”

“Like I told her. I’m just trying to help.”

“Helping her the way she needs to be helped, or the way you wanted to be helped?”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means she isn’t you. As much as she carries the same pain, she isn’t you .”

“I have nothing to do with this. I am helping her defend herself.”

“In more ways than just self-defense.”

“You are reading too much into this.” I brush off his comment, ready for this conversation to be over with .

“No, you’re just downplaying yourself and this whole situation, Marcus.

” He walks up, taking my face in his hands.

“As much as you like to play the asshole” He lowers his lips to mine, letting them barely touch, “You are a good person, Marcus Flores.” He presses his lips tenderly to mine before pulling away slowly.

“Even if you sometimes show it in odd ways…like kicking someone’s ass in the woods. ”

“Shut it.” I smirk, slamming my mouth back onto his.

I can’t hear all of this from him right now. Not when I already let my guard down moments ago.

“You are deflecting, Flores.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, but I think you like my version of deflection. Come on, don’t you want to punish me, big guy?” I palm the center of his slacks.

His eyes close for just a moment, “For?”

“You told me to not take her off the property. I took her off the property.” I state matter a factly.

He slits his eyes at me, “Did you do it so you would get punished?”

“No. I did it because I wanted to, regardless of your opinion.”

“And she came back crying.”

“Not what I thought would happen. The outcome was different then projected. And it wasn’t me who technically made her cry. ”

“Fuck Flores, she isn’t some coding theory you are working on.”

“Everything is coding.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Eh, beg to differ.” I pull my palm away from his hardening cock.

“How did I know you would?” He grabs my wrist pushing my palm against him as he grinds his hips onto my hand.

“In the words you and Kameron love to tell me, I know you, Flores. ” I try to make my voice sound as close and deep as his, but it sounds nothing like him and he chuckles at my attempt.

“Is that supposed to sound like me?” The corner of his eyes crinkle as he gives me the most genuine smile I have ever seen, “If so, I don’t sound like that.”

I can’t take my eyes off of him and the way his eyes light up just looking at me.

It reminds me of the days when we first got together.

The young love we had was world stopping, consuming, it was everything.

As we all grew up and fell even deeper, it started to become different, not in a bad way but in a way that it needed to change.

We were becoming adults, we had a plan to start a company together, to make our lives what we wanted.

Each of us played a part in our future. The passion we had for each other made our world spin, and that inspired us to make it all happen .

He lifts his hand to my throat, squeezing the sides with just the right amount of pressure I like. My eyes flutter at the pressure, “I think it sounded exactly like you, sir. ” I give him a grin.

A flame lights up in his pupils as he steps forward, making me fumble to walk backward to match his rushed steps. I stumble as my back crashes on the wall, his grip on my neck keeping me standing.

“Keep it up, Marcus.” He applies more pressure to my neck.

I roll my eyes, as if my airway being cut off slightly isn’t making my breathing harder.

The delicious way my head starts to float makes my dick hard.

Hunter notices, his eyes flickering to my tented jeans and back to my eyes.

“Get on your knees, Marcus.” He releases my throat, allowing more air to enter my lungs as I drop to my knees.

I look up at him, my mouth watering as I watch him unbuckle his slacks, eager to taste him again.

“Help me with this will you?” He moves his hands as the buckle unlatches.

I dart my hand up, removing his belt and unzipping his slacks, sliding them down along with his briefs. His thick cock springs out, and I dart my tongue out to lick the tip as I continue to drop his clothes on the ground.

He grasps my neck again pulling me away from his dick, “Did I say you could have a taste?” he growls, stepping out of his pants and pushing them aside.

“No, sir. ”

“And yet you did.” he tilts his head at me.

“Sorry, sir.”

I am not sorry one bit, I would do it again in a heartbeat.

The taste of him still lingers on my taste buds and they scream for more.

“Should I even give you more?”

“Yes.” I answer quickly, but he raises his brows to me. “Yes, sir.” I correct myself.

“There you go.” He lowers my neck back down so my knees land on the cold tiles again. His hold on my neck is still there as he takes his cock in his hand, stroking the length right in front of my face. “I guess I can use that pretty mouth of yours, since you want me to.”

My whole body lights up at his words.

Fuck yes, use me.

“Be a good boy, open that mouth.” I do as I’m told, loving when he walks me through what he wants.

My mouth widens and my tongue sticks out, waiting for him.

He gives his hard cock a couple more tugs before letting the tip glide down my tongue, hitting the back of my throat. “Wrap those lips around my cock.”

I close my lips around his length and he pumps into my mouth roughly, his hand moving from my throat to the back of my head.

His fingers lace in my hair, then fist it tightly as he slams into the back of my throat.

My eyes water and I gag around him, but it only eggs him on to do it again.

My watery eyes flow over and he smiles down at me, wiping them away with his other hand.

“You are fucking beautiful on your knees for me.” I moan around his cock at his praise, and he thrusts again as I hollow my cheeks to increase the suction. “You feel so fucking good.” he pulls out of my mouth with a loud pop. Spit connects from the tip to my mouth still.

He yanks my hair up, “Come here, pretty boy.” I quickly rise, his mouth consuming mine before I am stable on my feet.

His hand unfastens my jeans and zipper. I help to push them down, letting my throbbing dick free.

Breaking the kiss he lifts his hand to my lips, “Spit.” He commands and I do as I’m told once again.

Hunter smiles at my obedience and I shiver with anticipation.

Lowering his hand he wraps it around the base of my cock, squeezing as he pumps it fast in his hold.

My eyes flutter closed, and my mouth parts as he strokes my dick roughly.

“Does that feel good?” His words are breathy as he watches pleasure take over me.

“Fuck yes, sir.”

He steps closer, sucking my bottom lip in his mouth, biting down and pulling it between his teeth. Another step closer, his hand in my hair pulls for me to look at him, the few inches he has on me making me look up to him.

“How about this?” He looks down between us and spits on to the tip of my cock, before grabbing his leaking dick and rubbing his spit along the length of us. My brain glitches at the feeling of his skin on mine, making my knees buckle. “Yeah, I like this too.” He answers for me.

He holds us both in his hand, pumping with a tightening grip. I buckle my hips, not able to help the neediness.

“You can have it, fuck my hand and cock.” He presses his lip against mine, the force so strong it makes my body melt into his weight. Hunter’s chest is on mine as we both pump into his hand.

Ripping his lips from mine only for a moment, to tell me to spit on our cocks, I do, and the wetness only adds to the pleasure.

Our tongues fighting for dominance as we brutally kiss each other.

Our chests heave, the air between us is heavy and my head is swirling.

He releases my mouth and I whine for his lips to return.

He smiles, letting his forehead land on my mine, “Eyes on me. Let me watch you coat our cocks with your cum.”

I groan, buckling into his hand harder.

“Cum for me, Marcus.” he growls at me, his own release close.

I lose myself in the rhythm, my balls tightening, my mouth gaping, and my eyes flutter as the feeling builds inside of me.

“Keep those eyes on me.”

I lock my gaze with his as the rush of pleasure rolls through me.

My thrusts pause but Hunter keeps pumping his cock with mine as the hot stream of my release coats us both.

I rest myself on the wall I am pinned to.

Hunter finds his own climax, eyes still locked with mine.

I twitch in his hold as he pumps us both a few more times.

I watch his face relax and his eyelids droop.

“Goddamnit, Marcus.” he kisses me gently now, “That was…”

I return my lips to his, not needing him to say anymore.

I want this moment to last forever.

This connection with him, like the old times.

I just knew it couldn’t last.