Page 105 of Men of Fort Dale: The Complete Series

“Why are you still glaring at the window?” Carter asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, you are. And we’ve been sitting outside your apartment building for almost a minute.”

Carter rolled his eyes as they mounted the steps to the building. “It’s not that big a deal.”

“Right,” Carter said dryly. “Because you’re not stomping right now.”

“I’m not,” Marco said, careful to make sure he didn’t stomp like he usually did when he was pissed off.

“Fucking hell,” Carter muttered as he followed Marco down the wide hallway to where his apartment waited. “Stop being so pissed off. I don’t care what Marshall…Sloane, whatever his name is, has to say, alright? And I don’t need you defending me.”

Marco sighed, shoving his key into the door and turning it. He stopped, letting his forehead lean against the door. “I didn’t do it because you needed it. I did it because I wanted to.”

“Why the fuck do you care?” Carter asked, voice harsh.

Marco whirled around, chewing his bottom lip. “Because that’s the third person I’ve seen treat you like shit. The first time? Fine, whatever, I can shrug it off even if it sucks because you didn’t deserve it. But they were scared, and it probably looked bad to them, even if it was stupid.”

“You said that twice.”

Marco ignored him. “And then you help me with Terry, and Mrs. Palmer gave you the dirtiest look like you were just some street trash that wandered up to mug us. And all you were doing was helping me!”

“That happens all the time, Marco, don’t?—”

Marco gave an ugly snort. “And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Sloane, who’s supposed to be my friend, and be less of an asshole to someone I know, treat you like that. You don’t deserve that, Carter, you deserve better, and I’m?—”

The rest of his rant was cut off as he was pushed back, and Carter’s mouth closed over his. Marco sucked in a breath, hips jerking as Carter’s greater bulk pinned him to the door. His mouth was warm, and the taste of beer was faint as it slid over his tongue.

One of Carter’s hands came up, curling around the side of his neck before stopping to grip fiercely in his hair. There was a moment of pain, sharp, but it bled into a throbbing need when he felt Carter’s groin shoved against his stomach, grinding the thick outline of his cock against him.

“Stop,” Carter growled against his lips.

“Okay,” Marco said faintly. “Unless doing it again will make you do...that again, then I’m never going to stop.”

“Fuck, you’re ridiculous,” Carter muttered sullenly.

Marco reached between them, wrapping his fingers around the outline of Carter’s cock and squeezing. That brought a sharp look to Carter’s eyes, casting away his annoyance, and Marco wondered if he was seeing more green in the man’s eyes than before.

“No, but I am stupidly turned on right now. And if you don’t let me get in the apartment with you, I’ll end up on my knees in about five seconds,” Marco promised him.

Carter cocked his head, snorting softly. “Maybe I had the wrong idea about you.”

“And what idea was that?”

“The one where the nice guy is also well-behaved.”

Marco nipped at Carter’s bottom lip playfully. “It’s not polite to talk about past experiences when you’re trying to get someone naked, but I will say that you only think that because you weren’t around when I went to college.”

There was a shadow across Carter’s face, but it was replaced by the bright look of hunger. “Well, that college boy better hurry the fuck up and open the door, or I’m going to nail him in the hallway.”

Someone cleared their throat sharply. Carter’s eyes widened, and Marco leaned over to peer over the man’s shoulder.

He grinned sheepishly. “Evening, Mrs. Palmer. Late night walk for Pebbles?”

The older woman clutched her little dog closer as she marched right past them, refusing to dignify them with a glance. Marco watched her go, refusing to move until she was outside.

Marco sighed. “And to think, she was probably just like you once upon a time?”

“Excuse me?” Carter asked, backing up to give Marco space. “How the fuck do you puzzle that one out?”

Marco laughed as he made sure the door was unlocked before opening it. “I bet she thought I was just a bundle of innocence that occasionally chats about her dog and granddaughters with her when we meet in the hall.”

“And probably hates me even more than she already does for ruining it,” Carter said.

Marco thought about saying his innocence had been given away willingly a long time ago but decided against it. Instead, he frowned as he kicked off his shoes and tossed his keys into the bowl beside the door.

“She doesn’t have a right to hate you,” Marco grumbled, bending over to pull off a stubborn shoe.

He froze when he felt Carter come up behind him, one hand on his waist, feeling the hard outline of his groin, and the other hand wrapping around Marco’s neck to pull him upright.

“And I told you to stop,” Carter growled in his ear.

All the times Marco had teased Dean about having a weird kink when Sloane growled and snarled flashed back to him as he heard a faint whimper come from his lips. If Dean wasn’t pissed at him, Marco was going to have to tell him he finally understood.

“That you did,” Marco said back, fixated on the way Carter’s fingers were around his throat, firm enough to grip but not cutting off his breathing.

“And I think you said something about blowing me?” Carter rumbled in his ear, grip flexing just slightly.

And boy, did Marco’s knees go weak at that.

He spun around in Carter’s grip and pushed the man back against the door.

Marco spared a thought for anyone on the other side of the door who might have heard or might hear what was about to happen.

The thought evaporated as he fell to his knees without hesitation, undoing Carter’s belt.

Carter was just big enough that Marco had to work at fishing the man’s hard cock out of his pants.

“Fuck,” Carter muttered as Marco ran his tongue quickly from balls to tip, sucking the head between his lips.

Because, of course, he had a foul mouth during sex.

Warm fingers closed into Marco’s hair as he sucked the man down deep, not bothering with any fancy teasing. He worked the blunt head over his tongue, moaning faintly as it reached his throat and pushed past. Above him, Carter actually growled , and Marco shoved the last few inches into him.

Carter’s hips shuddered as Marco pulled back, only to swallow him whole.

Each time he pulled back, he went almost to the tip, sucking hard enough to make the filthiest sounds before diving forward again.

He could feel the quiver of Carter’s legs as the man tried to keep himself upright, swearing under his breath as he pulled on Marco’s head.

Marco knew it was coming before it happened and immediately stopped moving when he felt Carter pull him back, only to shove his hips forward. The man had waited, seeing how much Marco could take. He would have to give the man that.

Carter buried his entire shaft into Marco’s throat with a grunt, rearing back to repeat the motion. His hips were sharp as they snapped back and strong as they shoved forward. Marco held onto the man’s hips, moaning as he felt the first pulse overtake Carter’s cock.

“Fuck,” Carter repeated, his voice cracking around the edges, hips stuttering.

Marco moaned as the man spilled, covering his tongue and shooting to the back of his throat.

He swallowed, pulling back only when he realized the pulses were getting smaller and shorter.

He let the last of it drop onto his tongue before allowing Carter’s cock to fall from his lips before it could get too sensitive.

“Jesus Christ,” Carter swore, suddenly grabbing Marco under his shoulder and pulling him upright.

Before Marco could crow about his victory, Carter’s mouth was on his. Hot, wet, and hard. To Marco’s mild surprise, the kiss wasn’t the only thing that was hard as Carter’s cock pressed against his stomach insistently.

“Your turn,” Carter hissed against his lips, shoving his hand into his pockets and drawing out two packets.

“Shouldn’t keep those in your pocket,” Marco warned with a laugh at the sight of the condom.

“Fuck it,” Carter said, spinning Marco around and pushing him against the wall.

“I’d rather you fuck me ,” Marco said, voice shaking as he undid his pants and shoved them to his knees.

A wet finger pressed into him, and Marco bowed his head forward with a low moan. He knew damn well he would be lucky to have that one finger for long, judging by Carter’s sharp breaths. Not that he was going to complain, he would have been game for Carter to go for it from the start.

Then, there was a firm grip on his waist, and the finger pulled free.

There was a pause, and he heard Carter hold his breath as a far blunter tip pressed against Marco.

He couldn’t help the hiss of pain as he felt himself stretched open by the man’s girth, and Carter hesitated after the first couple of inches, his fingers pinching Marco’s waist.

“Go,” Marco ground out, pushing back.

“You serious?” Carter asked in stark surprise.

“I said I wanted you to fuck me, so fuck me,” Marco growled at him.

And for the first time since they’d met, Carter didn’t argue or complain. Marco shuddered as Carter pushed into him, still taking it slow but moving steadily. It hurt, the pain sharp and burning, but he rode it out, letting loose a low groan when he felt Carter’s hips rest against him.

After what felt like an eternity, Carter reared back. The hand on his hip stayed where it was, gripping Marco tightly. The other came to rest between Marco’s shoulder blades, holding him firmly against the wall.

Marco cried out when Carter pushed into him again, no longer caring that they were half a foot from his front door.

The next thrust drove every other thought from his mind when his body lit up, shoving against the pain and flooding it with pleasure.

A low growl rumbled from Carter and he snapped his hips forward repeatedly, nailing the point inside Marco that had him holding the wall for dear life and thankful that Carter was holding him up.

It was hard, fast, and deliciously heavy as Carter fucked him hard enough that the next morning, Marco would casually look to see if his ass was bruised. All he was aware of was the feel of Carter’s cock filling him, shoving itself as deep as possible before yanking back to do it all over again.

His body was taut with pleasure and anticipation.

He groaned loudly, reaching between his legs before his hand was slapped away.

Carter took over instead, taking hold of Marco’s cock and pumping in time with his strokes.

Marco cried out within seconds, body going wire-tight as he spilled onto the floor and the wall in front of him.

He was still trying to catch his breath when he heard Carter grunt, pushing himself deep one final time, legs quivering.

“Fuck,” Carter grunted as he pulled free, with a grace and gentleness in sharp contrast to what he’d just done to Marco.

“Fuck,” Marco agreed, still trying to hold himself up and deciding it was a losing battle.

“Don’t sit in your own spunk, dumbass,” Carter grumbled, yanking him over to the sitting area and letting Marco gently drop onto the couch.

“Spunk,” Marco chuckled. “What are you, thirteen?”

“Twenty-six,” Carter told him in annoyance, looking down at himself.

“We didn’t even get our clothes off,” Marco noted, laughing again before kicking off his pants.

“No pants at home? I can respect that,” Carter said, doing the same.

Seeing the man completely naked, cock half-hard still, and covered in a light layer of sweat was enough to make Marco forget they were supposed to be recovering.

Every inch of the man screamed strength and masculinity.

Marco wanted to run his fingers through the dark hair on his chest and down his stomach.

“What?” Carter asked, frowning as he looked at himself. “Oh. I’ll get rid of the condom, Jesus.”

Marco shook his head. “Bathroom has a trash can.”

Carter rolled his eyes and stomped off, giving Marco ample time to check out the man’s back. And, of course, Carter also happened to have a great ass.

“Stop perving!” Carter barked over his shoulder before disappearing.

“Absolutely not!” Marco called back, smirking.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to give in to the warmth pumping through his body. Sure, it hadn’t been a romantic first date…hangout? Hookup? Marco had no idea what to call it. And the sex certainly hadn’t been very romantic.

But God, he was perfectly okay with all of that.

He had seen signs of Carter relaxing, and he’d reacted in what Marco could only call a positive way when Marco had got self-righteous and pissed on his behalf. The sex wasn’t sweet, but it had been full of need and desire, and that was just as good.

A weight dropped beside him, forcing Marco to open his eyes. Carter sat next to him on the couch, scowling.

“What’d I do?” Marco asked.

Carter rolled his eyes, a warm cloth in his hand that he wiped Marco’s stomach. “Can’t even clean yourself up. You’re ridiculous.”

Marco watched as the man made quick but gentle swipes of the washcloth over Marco’s stomach. Carter scowled when he caught Marco’s smile, but when he dropped his head, Marco saw the expression fall away, and the corner of his lips twitch.

Yeah, it was a pretty good night, alright.