Page 65 of Surface Scratch
God, he looked so good being passionate about a bunch of goofy superhero movies.
“I still don’t see how it fits in with that other one we saw, but I liked it,” Caleb said, stifling his amusement at how excited Marcus was. He had not been expecting a vampire to show so much enthusiasm for some mid-2000s action flick about an overly muscled guy with a hammer.
“That’s why we’re watching them in the order they came out in,” he replied. He leaned against Caleb, the corners of his mouth upturned as he nuzzled his nose along the Caleb’s ear.
Caleb bit his lower lip, shutting his eyes for a moment to revel in the feeling of Marcus’s chilly skin against his ear, which had been burning since before Marcus put the movie in for them to watch.
The L-word had finally come into play. Despite Caleb’s initial apprehension, Marcus had returned the sentiment without missing a beat, and it had no right to make Caleb feel as good as it did, given the multitude of circumstances that should have kept them apart. He’d had no idea how badly he needed to hear someone say they loved him, and now that he had, he feared he would become one of those needy partners who had to hear it constantly.
He shuddered as Marcus’s blunt teeth nibbled at his ear, threatening to break open the mental dam he’d built up since their moment in the tree and flood his mind and body with every pent-up desire that had ever crossed his mind. He’d already given up on trying to make sense of his body’s reaction to Marcus. He knew he was oversensitive to touch, and there was something about the underlying danger of Marcus being close to so many vital arteries that made the whole thing more exciting.
Of all the things he dwelled on, that one aspect hadn’t made it into his internal deliberations. He just accepted it for what it was.
And God, did he want Marcus to touch him some more, but this time he didn’t have a tall, alcohol-filled drink that would loosen his tongue enough to admit it.
“Promise me something?” Marcus kissed his neck.
Dammit. I’m going to melt into this couch like those people in the old D.A.R.E. commercials.
“Yeah?” Caleb squeaked out as he felt Marcus leaving a trail of soft kisses down his neck until those plush lips lingered on the spot where his neck met his shoulder.
Marcus pulled away, his face deadly serious. “You have to promise to watch all the rest of the movies with me. And the shows,” he said. He slid his hand across Caleb’s belly, then let it drift lower until it settled on Caleb’s bony hip.
Caleb couldn’t help but giggle at how dire Marcus made the promise sound. “I didn’t even know there were shows,” he admitted. “But sure, I promise not to watch any hunky superhero movies or shows without you.”
Marcus grabbed his chin and turned his face toward him. “Good boy,” he muttered before kissing him again, teasing Caleb’s lips with his tongue before pulling back.
Goodboy.Oof. Caleb shifted uncomfortably next to Marcus. His cock, already aching from having been half-mast for the past several hours, had forgone all pretense and hardened down his leg. For once he was glad he was wearing jeans.Add that one to the list of things to self-examine. That phrasing should not have been a turn on, particularly not with such a strong and sudden reaction. It made him want grab hold of Marcus and smother him with his own face.
A smirk fell over Marcus’s beautiful face as he leaned in again, pressing a hard kiss to Caleb’s lips, the smirk refusing to fade even as he swung a leg over Caleb so he could straddle his lap.
“You always turn such a lovely shade of pink here,” Marcus said before planting a kiss on his left cheek. “And here.” He kissed his right cheek. “And here.” Marcus pulled down the collar of his shirt to expose his throat and collarbone before kissing him below his old tracheotomy scar.
Caleb gripped the back of Marcus’s shirt, his lips pressed together between his teeth as he tried to anticipate the next spot he would feel Marcus’s lips. Instead, strong hands pulled at his shirt, lifting the fabric up to his armpits. He raised his arms, allowing Marcus to slide the T-shirt over his head. He would have attempted to hide his arm if he hadn’t been so focused on the feeling of Marcus’s little movements against his pelvis, lightly grinding against Caleb’s hard cock where it was still safely tucked away down the leg of his blue jeans.
Oh man, he really wanted Marcus to touch him there again. His mind had never been as blank as it was immediately after they came together in Marcus’s bed.
“You make me feel like I’m a teenager again, my littletogaki,” Marcus mumbled. He ran his hands down Caleb’s lithe torso, lingering around his quivering abdomen, his eyes already having changed and a dark twinkle in them that made Caleb want to lick every part of him.
“Togaki?”Caleb repeated. He gasped as Marcus’s mouth zeroed in on one of his nipples, his entire body jolting with a strange sense of pleasure and a strong desire to pull away. That definitely felt good enough that he worried what prolonged exposure from Marcus’s tongue might do to him.
“Old Japanese word for ‘tomato,’” Marcus said in a hushed tone, leaving a trail of kisses across Caleb’s bare chest.
I’m going to die from this. My urn’s inscription will just read“Here lies Caleb Walsh. He couldn’t handle a little nipple play.”
He was sorely tempted to yanked Marcus’s face away from him, out of his concern that everyone would somehow find out if he came in his pants right then and there, but also his sudden realization that Ophelia may still be in the apartment. There was no way they could get away with fooling around quietly.
He let out a gasp as Marcus kissed his way down his chest.
“You must tell me when to stop,” Marcus said even as he pulled Caleb’s belt free.
He fisted the couch cushions as Marcus slid lower, positioning himself so he sat back on his heels between Caleb’s thighs, cool fingers slipping beneath the waistband of both his jeans and his boxers.
The ache in his dick and balls was almost enough for him to urge Marcus to stop teasing him and devour him already, but his jaw was locked in place, biting down so hard on his inner lip he worried he would draw blood. Marcus gazed up at him as he continued to lay a trail of kisses down his stomach and hips, running the tip of his tongue along the exposed skin where it met fabric. An electric shiver ran up his spine.
Marcus’s eyes had that half-lidded look that made every ounce of dopamine pinging around in Caleb’s head empty directly into his groin. He looked hungry. But not for blood.
Caleb lifted his hips off the couch as Marcus pulled on the last of his clothing and discarded them on the floor. He freed one hand from the couch cushion, using it to cover his eyes as Marcus palmed the insides of his thighs, spreading his legs wide.
