New York nights

Marc was having the time of his life. It wasn’t that often he felt good enough to roam around in the seedy bars Ducamp frequented, but he was very glad he decided to swallow his discomfort and pride to meet the pretty stranger standing in front of him.

It definitely boosted his ego to see Jake’s eyes glaze over with unbridled lust, and Marc couldn’t help but chuckle at Jake’s clumsy attempts at getting even closer to him.

Jake was so pretty. He had soft curly hair that was the perfect length to tug, and Marc couldn’t help but feel the need to do exactly that. Jake's moans revibrated within the room, and Marc was exceptionally glad that he’d decided to splurge on the nice suite.

He hadn’t exactly been looking for company when he’d gone to the bar. He’d been fully prepared to sit in silence and stew at the shitty circumstance of his discharge from the Military (and FUCK Bushman for discharging him without even arranging him a ride home).

But the minute his eyes had crossed to where Pretty-boy Jake had been sitting, he knew he was game.

Marc’s ministrations stopped when he felt Jake boldly nibble at his earlobe. And it shouldn't have felt sexy, but it did. Marc desperately tried to stay in the moment - and decided to grab Jake and move into the bedroom.

He would have liked it if the transfer from the suite to the bedroom had been smooth, but they kept bumping into each other and the walls, and Marc could also distinctly hear the shatter of a vase (great, now the bill was going to even higher), but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Jake's fingers left scratches and bruises with the way he was trying to touch every inch of Marc’s skin that was presented to him. He looked minutes away from jumping on Marc and somehow merging with him.

The feel of Jake’s bare skin against his own was like pouring gasoline on the fire already burning inside Marc. He moaned into the multitude of kisses that they were trading and then deepened it, kissing Jake with a desperate hunger that surprised him.

They finally bumped into the neatly made bed, and Marc almost lost it right there, the idea that they were going to ruin such a primly made thing with the ill-gotten money he’d stolen from rich assholes.

Jake seemed to notice that Marc’s mind was wandering. He broke off the kiss to let them both breathe, and he pressed the side of his face to Marc’s - as if he simply wanted to breathe in the scent of him. 

He pulled Marc right on top of him and seemed to revel in the idea of being surrounded by him, and Marc couldn’t help but feel good about the idea that he was wanted so desperately that this practical stranger - pretty as he was, with his brown eyes, and beautifully dipping dimples that made him look so damn cute - was willing to trust him so much.

Jake ran his hands up and down Marc’s back in a seemingly soothing gesture that did nothing to calm him - he didn’t want Jake to start asking him more personal questions - like why he had what seemed like shrapnel scars on the side of his hips, or why his back was so scarred up when he was supposed to be an ‘art consultant’.

He decided to distract Jake by speeding up things significantly - using his hand to do a proprietary sweep down Jake’s hands, and he kept going until they cupped his ass. Marc pulled Jake’s hips in and ground against him.

He could hear Jake sucking in a breath when the friction on his own cock made him thrust against Jake while their hands roamed all over each other. He felt Jake’s hands skim his back with no comment as they thrust lazily against one another.

Marc internally sighed but decided to let it go as he felt Jake turn his head and reclaime his mouth, and the kiss made everything more immediate. The slow rocking of their hips wasn’t enough anymore. Jake’s fingers dug into the back of Marc’s neck as the kiss turned hard and the thrusts took on more purpose.

Their groins met, and Marc’s hands moved over Jake’s ass, squeezing, urging him closer. And he kept trying. 

Jake kept trying to reach Marc in a way he’d never felt before, using his teeth to sink into Marc’s lips, his teeth sometimes snagging the piercings that Marc had gotten (it had been done in a flash - Ducomp had flown them both out from Jordan to Paris, and that difference in geography had been enough to add some whiplash - he’d wanted to feel how different he was, from trashed up military lacky to…whoever he was becoming).

Jake seemed to want to prove himself to Marc, as he arched into Marc’s thighs, his dick feeling hot to the touch. Marc couldn’t believe that as much as he had, he wanted *more*. 

He let his own hand drop to Jake’s ass and urged him closer as if there was any way they could actually get any closer.

Jake made a sound, surprised, needy, that made Marc desperate to make him come. They’d stopped kissing at some point, only able to press their mouths together and breathe each other’s air. Marc forced the words out. “Wanna see you come.”

Jake made another sound like Marc kept surprising him, and then he closed his teeth on Marc’s jaw - right next to where his piercing was, and a moan stumbled out of him and he felt himself get as wet as a woman. 

Marc snarled at Jake’s attitude and decided to give him some visible hickeys - sucking the skin around his neck and collarbones like they’d offended him, only letting up when he could see pink-red markings of his teeth shining like badges all around Jake.

Jake’s groan vibrated through Marc’s skin as he went stiff and still in his arms.

Marc could feel Jake pulse against him, and he felt the warmth as Jake spilt his release between them. 

Marc kept grinding them against one another and only stopped when he felt Jake whimper out a soft “please” completely involuntary, loosening all of his muscles into a puddle on the bed.

They stayed like that for a while, Jake’s mouth brushing up against Marc’s neck as he let his head fall forward. Marc pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and Jake suddenly seemed to remember that Marc was still hard enough to cut rocks.

Jake lifted his head off the bed, his eyebrows dancing at the idea of taking the lead, and he grabbed Marc’s head with his left hand, bringing him close so clumsily that they bumped their noses together.

“Y’ouch” Jake muttered, his face scrunching up adorably. 

Marc had to kiss the worried look off of Jake, so that’s what he did. They kissed and explored each other’s bodies with their fingertips, till Marc realised that he was supposed to be the experienced one among the two of them.

He reached around the table and grabbed some paper towels for a rough, cursory cleanup. “Just gimme a minute to clean up,” he said, and Jake seemed like he was too blissed out to disagree.

But the second Marc tried to get out of bed, Jake pulled Marc on top of him and kissed him. Marc’s cock pressed into his hip. “You haven’t . . . .”

“I will,” Marc said. He palmed Jake’s ass and kissed him silently.

Marc could feel Jake’s eyes follow him to the bathroom, where he quickly grabbed a towel and ran warm water to make it wet. Marc couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious at how he was being looked at, as he approached the bed.

Jake had used the opportunity to sprawl across the bed, lifting his torso up as he approached him. Marc awkwardly cleaned him up, and it seemed like the gesture left Jake speechless.

Until he realized that Marc was paying him a little too much attention.

“I think I’m clean,” Jake said, trying for light, ending up with breathless.

Marc smirked. “Just making sure.”

Jake snorted at that and tried to grab Marc by his hips, again. 

“I’m not sure what the protocol is here,” Jake admitted, his voice cracking softly, “But I just wanna say…that I don’t wanna be…you know…”

Marc chuckled at how Jake was stumbling over his words.

He could just eat him up if he wanted to.

Marc looked at the flushed face staring up at him and prowled towards him. “The night’s still young, Mr. Banker”.

“It’s actually not,” Jake said, but his dick seemed to be more than on board, and Marc couldn’t help but smile broadly at seeing such a visible reaction to him.

Jake didn’t move, not even when Marc reached him, set one hand on his hip and plucked at his dick, trying to overwhelm him.

“Don’t you want to make the best of tonight?” Marc asked, feeling Jake shiver in his arms.

Jake’s face turned red again. “I think you’re overestimating my ability to . . . .” He gestured towards his cock which had hardly stirred even when he’d let himself enjoy the view of Marc’s naked body and his ministrations. 

Marc smirked. “I think you’re underestimating my ability to . . . .”He kept toying with Jake’s dick a little cruelly, and Jake moaned.

Marc pulled Jake closer to him and touched his other hand to Jake’s side. “Is this your first time?”

Jake’s embarrassment quickly turned into indignation as he scowled at Marc - as if he didn’t know whether to feel insulted or not. “At all?” he said sharply. “Or with a guy?”

Marc shrugged.

“No. Yes.”

Marc smiled. It was hard not to turn it into a smirk, but it was still… intriguing “So I’m your first guy?” he couldn’t help but confirm.

Marc’s smile turned predatory when he saw Jake flush once more, but he quickly went on. “That’s hot.”

Marc could feel how hot Jake felt at that, and he couldn’t help but notice that his own body was having a sort of overreaction at that bit of information. He could feel his dick throb between his legs, and it took him a moment to get back to himself and push Jake into the bed even further.

“Lay down on the bed,” Marc said when he noticed Jake staring at him again.

“I’m gonna do something that none of your girls has done for you,” Marc whispered, his voice belaying the lust he was feeling for Jake.

Marc kept pushing Jake into the bed, and he could see Jake’s eyes glaze over first, then open widely.

Suddenly, Jake scoffed and started to get up from where Marc had put him.

“I’m not some bumbling virgin, you know.” Jake accused, his voice taking a hard turn. 

“I’ve had blowjobs before”. 

Marc couldn’t help but smile smugly at that. He shoved Jake into the bed none too gently, and he nosed at Jake’s neck, peppering it with tiny, sharp bites, keeping his teeth pointed up.

“Not like the one I’m about to give you,” Marc bragged, flicking his tongue up against the piercing he’d decided to get right after he’d gotten discharged. 

He could feel Jake freeze under him. Like the same awful way he’d frozen in the cab. Marc frowned at the sudden shift in attitude and pulled away from Jake to look at him. 

And bit his tongue really hard to stop himself from smiling. Jake was lying like a starfish on the huge bed, completely naked, and gorgeous. And he was suddenly staring right at Marc’s dick, seemingly unsure of how the evening would proceed. 

Marc couldn’t help but laugh a little at his overconfidence. Jake frowned even further, his body language quickly changing from post-orgasmic tired to wound up.

He wasn’t making fun, but Jake might think that he was. Maybe it was time to alleviate even more of Jake’s fears. “Not that,” Marc said, rubbing Jake’s hip with as much soft tenderness as he could muster. “Yet, anyway. As I said, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Though I am gratified by just how large you think I am.”

“Shut up,” Jake said, finally regaining some of his confidence. 

He grabbed Marc’s hands and tried to tussle him into dropping into the bed, 

which just made Marc laugh again.

He let Jake play wrestle with him for a good few minutes, and something about the way Jake moved reminded him of some of the cadets at the Marines. Quick, sharp movements, calculated to stay just random enough that Marc had to keep guessing what was going to come next.

Such enterprising energy must be rewarded, He thought. He grabbed Jake’s hips again, this time making no show, but going directly to touch Jake in a way that made him gasp more and more often.

“You’ll like this,” Marc said. “And if you don’t, you just tell me to stop.” Marc paused, and studied Jake, letting him see how serious he was being. “We’re just going to ease into everything slowly.”

Marc repositioned himself between Jake’s legs, spreading Jake’s legs even wider. He could see Jake flush with more than just anticipation, and he tensed up. 

Marc bent over him and licked at the side of Jake’s neck, trying to alleviate the mood a bit, and was rewarded with a very giggly Jake.

Marc kissed the inside of Jake’s thighs, giving them small licking bites into them, resisting the temptation to mark him in a more permanent way.

Marc found Jake’s long thin fingers slithering through his hair and yanking them, hard. 

Cheeky bastard.

He decided to make the bites a bit meaner, his hands running all over Jake’s cute ass, then said,“Use your words, Jake.”

The breath that feathered over his skin this time was warm. He could feel Jake’s lower body clench in response and Jake buried his face into the comforter. 

 The flush was back, darkening the skin across Jake’s cheeks and back. Marc leant forward and followed the path with his lips and fingers. He kissed the top of Jake's spine and his shoulders and bit his ear lobe. 

Jake kept wriggling beneath him, arching his back when Marc’s hands brushed lightly down his ribs.

“Ticklish?” Marc asked against the shell of Jake’s ear, as his fingers found purchase in the hollow of Jake's hips and he pressed.

“Do you tease all your conquests like this?” Jake tried to push up his arms, and Marc resisted an urge to suggest tying him up.

“Just you. You need to relax if we're going to do this.”

“I am relaxed,” Jake grumbled, but finally allowed Marc to hold him down with his hand.

“Not yet”, he whispered, pushing himself down on Jake’s body, moving his hips, and letting his hard cock slide, teasingly, between Jake's ass.

Jake arched off the bed with a half groan, half shout. Marc leant forward and used his body weight to hold Jake back down, blanketing him.

“See,” Marc ground forward again, enjoying the way Jake shook under him, moving his hips in the mimicry of what they'll (hopefully) be doing later, “just relax. Let me take care of this.”  

He focused on drawing a beautiful bruise on those impossibly strong biceps that Jake was hiding underneath those terrible clothes.

Before Jake could react to it, though, Marc was already fluttering his eyelids closed and taking Jake into his mouth.

The room filled with Jake’s loud half-moans that felt like he was still trying to control his movements. 

Marc pulled off Jake’s cock and glared up at him. “What are you thinking? 

“You don’t have to . . . ,” Jake said.

“I know,” Marc snorted “What, you don’t think I like giving head?”

He could feel Jake shudder when those words tripped so easily off his tongue.

“Unless you think I don’t like sucking cock.” Marc trailed his free hand over Jake’s chest. “Getting my mouth fucked.”

Jake groaned and pushed his cock into his mouth. “That smart mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me today if you keep talking like that.”

Marc started to laugh, but Jake went back down into his mouth, grabbing his hair even tighter, and pushing the head of cock in an angle where it caught Marc’s piercing.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake groaned.

Marc pulled off again, licked around the head, then said, “That’s the point.” He took Jake back into his mouth and waited.

He could feel Jake breathe deeply a few times, as if he was afraid that if he moved at all he’d hurt him. He gave a small thrust and closed his eyes as if the sensations around his cock were a bit too much.

Jake opened his eyes and stared at Marc’s lips, stretched wide around him. Perfect.

When he could raise his eyes to Marc’s, he made sure they carried a challenge. ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ he wanted to say.

Jake pushed in deeper with the next thrust, and deeper still when Marc reached up to play with his ass. Marc squeezed Jake’s hips, then reached around him and slid his fingers between Jake’s ass, rubbing his hole in a sort of proprietary way.

Fuck, Jake was going to be the death of him.

“Marc?” Jake gasped as he dipped his fingers again between Jake’s cheeks and started rubbing him softly there.

Jake’s hands tightened even more as Marc tongued at his dick, making sounds Marc had never even heard outside of porn.

Marc lapped at Jake’s dick. Long swipes of his tongue, made sure that Jake felt the sensation of being sucked off with the piercing on him. Marc kept lightly touching his hole too, interspersed with a more firm stroke so that Jake never knew what he was going to get, and could never quite prepare himself for it.

He could feel dampness breaking out on his skin with the effort it took, but it was all worth it when he felt Jake’s hips lifting off the bed. Marc’s fingers dug into Jake’s ass as he spread his cheeks so he could delve even deeper. His tongue lapped everything Jake gave him, making it a show, and he was rewarded with even more pretty sounds that he had to make sure to remember for a future date.

He saw Jake taking a few moments to just breathe, gaining his bearings, before he could make himself move.

“Roll over,” he finally said, voice rough. Marc wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It didn’t hide his smirk. He rolled over, careful not to kick Marc.

“Fuck you,” Jake said, which only made Marc’s grin widen. “Fine, yes, it was . . . alright.”

Marc took a deep breath, and he tried really hard not to sound smug (he may have failed at this) at Jake’s admission. “Knew you’d like it,” he said, trying to make it sound less like ‘I told you so.’

Marc held up the tube of lube he’d gotten from the bedside drawer and squeezed some onto his fingers. He was acutely aware of Jake’s eyes watching him as if he was attempting to calculate how this part of the experience would feel.

He tried really hard not to check in with him, again. Marc had a feeling that he didn’t enjoy being coddled, but…

Marc tapped at his legs, trying to wordlessly communicate where they were heading next, and Jake thankfully pulled his feet back on the mattress, hiding his face into the pillow.

Marc chortled at that and bent down to nip at Jake’s shoulder blades. 

“You need to be able to breathe if we’re gonna enjoy this, my friend,” Marc said, just in time for Jake to turn his head to the side, his face flushed red as a tomato.

“I’ll be gentle,” Marc teased.

“I’m not afraid,” Jake responded, waspishly.

“Just a control freak,” Marc said, almost fondly.

Jake opened his mouth to argue, but Marc used the opportunity to touch his fingers to Jake’s hole. Jake moaned out loud at that, but Marc knew that was probably because he’d forgotten to warm up the lube in his hands. Rookie move, Spector, this pretty stranger is really getting to your head , he thought to himself, grimacing internally.

Marc circled his fingers against Jake’s hole, loosening him up, and getting him used to the idea of having Marc’s fingers inside him. When he pressed, Jake stretched easily around two fingers. “You’re opening so nice for me,” Marc said.

The tomato-y flush returned to Jake’s face. Marc tried to contain himself, reminding himself that this was Jake’s first time with a man, or even with being a bottom at all, but being reminded of that really didn’t help him - in fact it made him feel a bit woozy as if the weak ass fuck whiskey had actually gotten him drunk - but that wasn’t true either -

Marc watched in fascination as Jake responded to being fingered, his mouth open and panting with pleasure. 

Marc leaned forward, his free hand braced on the bed beside Jake’s shoulder. He lowered his head and kissed Jake, wherever he could find his skin. He could feel Jake’s free hand trying to grab him for purchase, but Marc was too fast for him. 

He suddenly flipped Jake to his front, pausing to drag his lips down Jake’s chest. He made sure to mouth at a nipple (and then nip at it when Jake grabbed his hips and dug in so deeply that it actually hurt… )

Marc continued down his stomach until the underside of his chin nudged the head of Jake’s cock. Much as he’d like to prove his prowess to Jake, he tongued at it once more, only to have Jake whimper a faint "nope, not gonna happen, not in a million years, even if you’re playing die-hard in the background”

Well. Not for the lack of trying. Marc decided to focus on the task at hand (hah!)

“One more,” he said as he added more lube to his fingers. “Is that okay?”

“Yes!” Jake gasped. 

At the third finger pressing in, Jake arched off the bed. He could feel Jake’s body protesting the stretch a bit, so he slowed down, adding even more lube into the mix, knowing that the sheets were probably ruined anyway.

They were at it for what felt like ages, Marc making sure to keep the movements shallow and painless, all the while distracting Jake with his mouth, and finally, finally, he could feel his fingers go in as far as they could go.

“Alright?” Marc asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“F-fuck you,” Jake groaned.

Marc smirked. “Don’t you mean, fuck you?”

“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” Jake said, his voice sounding a lot calmer than his body, which was still moving around the bed, looking for more sensation. 

Marc simply returned to finger him even more, making sure that Jake wouldn’t feel anything but pleasure when he finally asked -

“Ready?” Marc asked, his own fingers trembling around the foil wrapper of a condom, adding more lube to his fingers.

His head buzzed around Jake’s gasped “Yes,”.

Marc tore open a foil wrapper with his teeth and rolled the condom on. He guided himself to Jake and pressed. Jake’s outstretched hands wrapped themselves around Marc, and he seemed to bite out a wince, hopefully, more in anticipation of discomfort than any actual pain.

“Don’t think about it,” Marc said, his own face showing the strain. “Fuck it, how are you still so tight.”

“Don’t think about it,” Jake said, tossing Marc’s words right back at him.

Marc huffed out a breath that might’ve been a laugh. “You’re something else.”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “Right back at you.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Marc moaned as he felt the need to simply fuck into Jake - “I am not going to come before I even get all the way inside you,” he said determinedly.

Jake grabbed Marc’s head, a hand on either side of his face. He pulled Marc down, raising his own shoulders until their lips met. He kissed Marc with so much passion that Marc suddenly felt like he was the virgin being fucked for the first time - a kiss that made his body feel so relaxed, and so connected with another person that he forgot where either of them were, where they began or where they ended.

Jake seemed to gain his confidence even more, ripping his sharp teeth into Marc’s lower lip, pressing down right next to the piercing, making Marc’s dick throb inside of Jake way too early for Marc’s taste.

Marc laughed and swore. “You’re a fucking menace,” he said, finally deciding to show some of his off-the-book moves.

He hooked one arm under Jake’s leg, lifting it slightly higher, and stuffed a pillow beneath it.

“What are you doing?” Jake said.

Marc looked into Jake’s eyes. “Getting deeper.”

“Is that possible?” Jake asked, but he groaned and arched his back when he felt Marc slide in deeper, filling him up even more. 

Marc closed his eyes tightly, trying desperately to hold on for longer than 5 minutes, when he felt Jake grab his shoulder, and then his back. 

They kissed,  Marc straightening his back and Jake reluctantly letting his hands drop to the comforter. Marc could feel the exhaustion of the night finally reach his spine, and he quickly pushed Jake’s leg back even further, changing the angle, hoping to nail Jake’s prostate.

He wanted Jake to feel everything here, with him. He wanted to be the best damn first guy this man would ever have, he wanted Jake to always remember his name, and how he felt inside of him. He wanted Jake to crave another night with him - he wanted him to frequent the bar in hopes of finding Marc again -

He felt Jake tapping the side of his face. “Earth to Spector world warp 1--1-1-1,” Jake said, making a terrible fake speaker kirRRRRk.

“Where were you?” Jake asked, his voice sounding more concerned than it should have. 

“Right here with you,” Marc responded, trying to keep his cool.

Just to be contrary it seemed, Jake took a deep breath and then clenched his ass around Marc.

Marc’s eyelids, which had fallen half-closed once again, shot open. Jake tried to look innocent, but he was putting too much focus on the moment, so he simply squeezed again, and Marc’s brain froze, his body loosening up too quickly for his taste.

He tried to ground himself into Jake and thought he was doing better, but Jake seemed determined to prove Marc’s experience wrong - he would come much quicker than he usually did, and all it would take was a pretty boy with too much chutzpah for his own good.

Marc felt Jake squeeze his ass one more time, and reach out to Marc's chest, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples, and that was it.

“. . . bitch,” Marc breathed, his face scrunching into a grimace as his hips lost their rhythm and stuttered against Jake’s ass before his body went taut. 

Marc slumped over Jake when his muscles gave out on him. Jake apparently was happy at being used as a pillow, but Marc knew how heavy he actually was. With a little encouragement, Marc released the death grip he had on Jake’s leg, lowering himself slowly, 

stretching out cramped muscles and getting used to the returning flow of blood.

Jake stroked Marc’s back - seemingly ignoring all the ugly mottled scars that would probably keep coming in the way, and stared up at the ceiling. 

When Marc finally raised his head to look at Jake, he scowled. “Quit smiling.”

Jake’s smile grew.

“You think you’re something, don’t you?”

Jake shrugged, smiling more widely at Marc’s tone. He groaned when Marc sat up, pulling away from his body, knowing that cleanup, once again, would fall on him. 

He could feel Jake’s eyes watching him carefully as he climbed off the bed (on embarrassingly shaky legs) to dispose of the condom and head to the bathroom. 

He returned quickly with the warm towel, trying not to make Jake feel too exposed. 

Good thing too, as he got there just in time to see Jake trying to sit up, but Marc stopped him. “Stay,” he said, holding up the cloth he carried.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Jake said, reaching for the cloth.

When Marc moved the cloth between his legs, Jake tensed up in embarrassment. “You don’t have to . . . ,” Jake began again.

He closed his eyes and covered his face, but he kept his legs open, and Marc almost clinically cleaned the lube from between his ass cheeks. “I just want to make sure you’re alright,” Marc said, trying to let some of his concern actually leak into his voice.

He felt, more than heard Jake sigh contentedly at that. 

He returned the cloth to the bathroom - only to find Jake already semi-clothed, his body star-fishing across the bed.

His face was slack with the kind of sleep after a great couple of orgasms, and Marc couldn’t help grinning at the ceiling. 

He dressed himself up again and sneaked into the other side of the bed, Jake still dead asleep and snoring adorably. 

He woke up, way too late, to an empty bed and a note on the table that said:

“Hope your art collectoring goes well, MS. 

Duty calls, let’s hope NY gives us another night - goodbye - JP.”