_Anthology - Mr. Right Now

by _Anthology

  Marcus barely had the presence of mind to catch Gerard, cradling him close, and he moved to sit on the tiled bench just outside of the spray of water. He pulled Gerard onto his lap and then let his head fall back against the wall as he just breathed.

  GERARD stepped out onto the balcony, a glass of orange juice in his hand. He’d raided the refrigerator after his siesta with Marcus. Tipping his face up to the sun, he let the warmth soak into his skin.

  “Hello, gorgeous,” an appreciative voice drawled from behind him. Startled, Gerard turned towards the door. One of the few guests he hadn’t had a chance to get to know was standing directly behind him, a little too close for comfort. He took a step back and smiled his most polite, but distant, smile. “Mr. Carson. It’s nice to finally have a chance to talk with you. We’ve been at different tables. Marcus tells me you flew in from France.”

  The man’s rakish smile befit his mannerisms, and he leaned forward familiarly, lightly touching Gerard’s elbow. “Please, call me Stan. I saw you last night and did not get a chance to express my regard,” he said smoothly, sea-green eyes sparkling.

  Gerard’s eyes narrowed, taking stock of the man in front of him. His innate warning system flared. If he’d met Carson at a random party, he might have been interested in taking him up on the obvious overture. He was good-looking and seemed quite charming. But everyone here knew Gerard was with Marcus, which made the man’s approach not quite kosher.

  It wasn’t really a problem. He’d been handling polite brush-offs of society matrons and bored businessmen at his mother’s parties since he’d gotten old enough to stay up past ten. “Marcus hasn’t mentioned exactly what it is you do, Mr. Carson. What brings you to New York?”

  “I’m in media relations,” Carson said, shifting around to put himself between Gerard and the view. “We handle all of Marcus’s publicity, advertising, research and the like. But it’s boring stuff. Tell me, Gerard, what is it that you do for Marcus?” he asked, charm oozing.

  Refreshing his smile, Gerard easily sidestepped, putting distance between them again. “Oh, I’m not here for business. My relationship with Marcus is strictly personal.”

  “Oh, I’m certain it is,” Carson drawled, looking up and down Gerard obviously. “Maybe once Marcus leaves town, I could give you a call.”

  “I don’t think so.” Marcus’s voice from the balcony door was a low growl. The older man pinned Carson with his eyes. “Don’t you have board members’ asses to lick, Stan?” Marcus continued flatly, arms crossed.

  Gerard was surprised at his lover’s crude comment. He hadn’t seen Marcus be anything but perfectly polite to any of his guests, and here he was radiating alpha male energy and possessiveness. Stepping toward him, Gerard hooked his arm through Marcus’s, leaning his head against the broad shoulder, leaving no doubt who he wanted to be with, surprising himself again. He could handle a team of Stans without breaking a sweat, but it felt damn good to have Marcus ride unexpectedly to his rescue.

  Carson chuckled, raising both hands as if to ward Marcus off. “I get it, I get it.” He still offered that same charming smile. “Nice to meet you, Gerard.” Then he strode off the balcony, casually whistling.

  “Bastard,” Marcus muttered under his breath, watching Carson go. His arm moved to curl about his lover’s waist, and he pulled Gerard closer. “Am I going to have to keep you close by?” he asked, heat still in his voice, shoulders still tense from the burst of adrenaline and jealousy he’d felt when he heard Carson practically propositioning the man in his arms.

  Gerard bared his neck for Marcus, eyes closing at the scrape of teeth. “I’m not going to object to being close to you, but I could have handled him. Stan is minor league, barely a nuisance.”

  The older man’s arms tightened further, and the growl was back, rumbling in his chest. “I don’t share,” he said evenly, sliding his lips along Gerard’s throat. “As long as you’re here – you’re mine.”

  The younger man’s stomach flipped at the first comment, heat suffusing his body, to be replaced by a strangely empty feeling at the qualification. Would it really end with the weekend? Gerard was sure that he didn’t want it to, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Could you go backwards? Start a real relationship with a weekend pick-up at a bar? Pushing off the surge of melancholy, he nuzzled Marcus’s neck.

  Marcus’s growl muted to a purr, and he kissed Gerard’s forehead. “I have to get back to the meeting. I was just on the way to the bar when I overheard Stan,” he said regretfully. “I almost wish...” Then he shrugged. “I hope you’ll find something to amuse yourself for the rest of the afternoon?” he asked. “I won’t be back in my office,” he added as an afterthought.

  “Guess hanging out under your desk isn’t an option, then,” Gerard teased, finger combing Marcus’s hair. “I think I’ll go up to our room and think about tonight. That should get me nice and worked up. Would it be terrible if I skipped dinner and just waited for you upstairs?”

  “Only if I have to keep explaining to people where you are,” Marcus murmured. “’Course, I could just tell them you’re waiting and I’m leaving after the entree to take terrible advantage of you.”

  “You do that.” Gerard grinned, placing a quick kiss on the older man’s nose before bouncing through the door towards the hall. This was going to be a night Marcus would never forget.

  Marcus watched him depart, that gorgeous ass swinging. He swallowed on another thump of desire in his gut. He was liking the idea of announcing Gerard was waiting for him. Maybe it would get the point across to others like Carson that the younger man was off limits. Gerard had certainly enthralled a lot of his guests. With a dissatisfied grunt, Marcus adjusted the hang of his pants and walked inside.

  PATIENCE at an end, Marcus wiped his mouth and tossed his napkin on his plate just as dessert was being served. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said to his guests as he stood, “I have dessert waiting upstairs.”

  There were several chuckles and not a few envious gazes as Marcus strode out of the room. He headed up the stairs, stopping at a small bathroom to wash his hands before heading to his suite. He wanted to be ready for whatever he might find. His weekend lover had proven quite adept at driving him to distraction so far. Marcus already hated that it was Saturday night.

  He stopped in front of the door, hand lightly brushing the wood. He didn’t want to the weekend to end. His eyes closed as he let the wanting for more roll through him, and with a steadying breath he pushed it away, ready to focus on tonight. Marcus opened the door, stepped inside, and closed the door shut firmly behind him, flipping the lock.

  Gerard held his breath as he heard the doorknob turn. He stood in the almost dark room, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights from the city bathing him in multicolored light. He forced himself to keep his eyes out the window and not turn to see Marcus’s expression when he saw the setting for seduction that he had designed.

  The older man let his eyes coast about. Candles flickered all over, bathing the room in a soft gold light. There was a covered tray on the table, along with an ice bucket and bottle. The bed was properly turned down and the pillows had been fluffed. Then he saw the light-outlined figure at the window. He swallowed hard, his cock immediately hardening. “You didn’t have to work this hard,” he said. His voice was a warm caress.

  Gerard turned slowly from the window and walked gracefully across the room. “Maybe I wanted our last night together to be special.” Standing in front of the elegant blond, Gerard raised his fingers to Marcus’s chest, pulling them in a light scratch down the front of the white tuxedo shirt, the nails catching the erect nipples.

  Marcus stepped back a bit, a hungry glitter in his eyes as he slowly and deliberately dragged his gaze up and down the lithe figure. “Just how ‘special’ are we talking?” he asked hoarsely. He lifted a hand to trap Gerard’s under his, holding it to his chest.

  “I’m yours. Here to do your bidding. Let me start by getting you out of
that jacket and tie and fixing you a drink,” Gerard suggested, his hands smoothing up Marcus’s chest to brush the formal jacket from his shoulders. Taking the half dozen steps required to hang the jacket in the closet, he gave Marcus a good view of his ass. On his way back, he poured a glass of champagne, dropping a strawberry in the bubbling liquid. Placing the delicate flute in Marcus’s hand, he efficiently pulled off his bow tie and began to unfasten the buttons down the front of the tailored shirt.

  Darkened green eyes soaked in Gerard’s every sultry step. The complete care he was showing Marcus was an undeniable turn-on, no matter how unneeded. He took a long drink of champagne and growled ever so slightly as he felt nails slide down his bare chest. He reached with one hand to take Gerard’s chin and tilt it up to him. “You’ve got gorgeous lips,” he commented.

  Gerard licked them, holding Marcus’s eyes as he lowered his mouth to Marcus’s chest, scattering kisses over the tan skin before closing them over a pink nipple. Releasing the erect nub with a sharp nip, he sank to his knees, unfastening Marcus’s trousers. “I bet you’d like the look of them stretched around your cock,” he purred, pulling the stiff shaft free through the front of the silk boxers and rubbing the blunt head over his lips.

  “You read my mind,” Marcus rasped. His hands moved to slide into Gerard’s silky hair, gripping his skull lightly. “Show me.”

  Puckering his lips, Gerard slid them over the smooth head, letting a subtle thrust of Marcus’s hips push it past his lips. With a wanton moan of pure desire, he sucked the length deep into his mouth, letting his lover know how much he wanted this.

  “Fuck,” Marcus breathed, watching those red, wet lips wrap around him and slide. Deciding this was Gerard’s game and that he should just go with it, he started to move his hips, dragging his cock in and out of the hot wet. “More,” Marcus panted, shifting a little to move one hand to the nape of Gerard’s neck.

  Tilting his dark eyes up, Gerard released the hard shaft. His hands circled the base, supporting it as he teased the slit with his tongue. “What do you want? How can I please you?” Standing up, Gerard’s hands ran over his own chest and down onto his thighs, pulling his shirt apart to show off his smooth, muscular chest. “Do you like what you see?”

  “Oh yeah,” Marcus growled, walking forward to stand right against Gerard’s chest. He reached behind the younger man and slid his hands over the tailored trousers, cupping firm buttocks. “Take these off,” he rumbled.

  Gerard spun against Marcus’s chest, maintaining as much bodily contact as possible. Unfastening his belt and pants, he bent from the waist, pressing his ass back into Marcus’s groin as he stepped out of the slacks, flinging them to the side. Standing tall, he looked at Marcus over his shoulder. “Help me with the boxers?” he asked, leaning into the strong chest, pulling Marcus’s arms around him and pressing the blond’s hands firmly against the hard ridge hidden under soft silk.

  Letting out a shaky breath, Marcus fingers fumbled, the sheer sexual force radiating off his lover making him tremble. Hooking his thumbs in the covered elastic, he pushed the boxers down over slim hips. As they dropped to the floor, he again cupped that sweet ass. His hands slid down to caress Gerard’s thighs. “Your ass is just as pretty as your lips.”

  “Maybe you should fuck it, too,” Gerard breathed, bending over and placing his hands flat on the bed. Marcus gasped, Gerard’s obvious pleading catching him in the gut. “But first, I want to see you on your knees again.” He sauntered over to the table and sat down, sprawling suggestively with his legs well apart, hand placed on the table.

  The sultry sway of Gerard’s hips was much more obvious as he walked across the room. Stepping behind the businessman, he pushed the open shirt off Marcus’s broad shoulders and began to massage the tight neck muscles. “Anything,” he whispered close to Marcus’s ear, sliding his lips against the reddish blond hair that curled there. “I’d do anything for you.” His voice caught slightly on the last phrase as he realized how true those words were. He was really falling for the sexy man. Letting his fingers curve over Marcus’s shoulders and trail down onto his chest, he continued kneading the hard muscles. Reaching for the food he’d had brought up, he dragged a finger through the fresh whipped cream. Holding it to Marcus’s mouth, he asked, “Hungry?”

  The older man smiled and opened his mouth, tongue sliding out to lick up and down Gerard’s finger, sucking off the cream. “Mmmm. Sweet,” he rasped.

  Winding around Marcus, Gerard draped himself over his lap, reaching for the delicacies on the table. “Let’s see what other tastes you enjoy. Close your eyes,” he instructed, lifting a cracker with caviar to Marcus’s lips.

  With a twitch of a grin, Marcus groaned as Gerard climbed up into his lap and settled on the hard ridge in his pants. With a sigh, he opened his mouth and chewed what was placed on his tongue. The crunch of the cracker and the salty burst identified the tidbit. He murmured wordlessly in approval.

  Gerard watched as Marcus devoured treat after treat, sucking and nipping at his fingers more with each bite. He squirmed, his own body screaming for contact. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been this turned on. Finally, slipping between Marcus’s knees to the floor, he rasped, “I need to keep my strength up too.” With a quick yank of the older man’s hips, he had the unfastened pants free, so he could strip them off completely. Rubbing a dollop of chocolate mousse over the head of Marcus’s cock, he began to feast. Mousse, whipped cream, slices of fruit – everything tasted better off of Marcus’s skin.

  “Hell yes,” Marcus encouraged, sliding his hips in and out slowly. “Eat me. Eat me and suck me. Then you can have some cream to wash it down.”

  Gerard’s body trembled at Marcus’s words. Gently pulling each ball into his mouth, he meticulously sucked it clean. Getting to his feet, he took Marcus’s hand and pulled him backwards to the bed. Lying flat on his back, he encouraged Marcus to straddle his chest. “Paint me with your cream,” he purred, his mouth returning to Marcus’s cock.

  Marcus arched his back as he slid into Gerard’s mouth, leaning forward to start moving in earnest. He growled as his hips snapped forward, pushing his hard, leaking cock into Gerard’s throat. He could feel his balls tingle and tighten. “You ready for it?”

  Mouth full, Gerard moaned his encouragement, his fingers sinking into the muscle of Marcus’s ass to pull him closer. The older man began to fuck his lover’s mouth in earnest, and after several thrusts, he groaned and pulled out, catching himself in hand and pumping hard as he climaxed. His come spurted out erratically, landing on Gerard’s cheek, his hair, those swollen, red lips and his chest before Marcus moaned and slapped his cock against his firm abdomen. He squeezed himself again and his erection twitched, another splatter landing on Gerard’s chin.

  Gerard watched Marcus’s face as he came, his own cock surging, his tongue swiping at the come he could reach. Reaching up, he caressed Marcus’s chest and shoulders. “Kiss me.”

  Marcus pushed himself down Gerard’s body to lay his hips between the other man’s legs. He braced his weight on either side of his lover’s torso. He leaned forward to capture those sinful lips, and the kiss was slow and lazy as he tasted Gerard mixed with himself thoroughly in the hazy remains of his orgasm.

  Gerard whimpered as the full weight of Marcus’s body trapped his erection between them. When Marcus started to lift away, he grabbed the back of his head and shoulder to hold him in place, arching up into the friction, moaning as he sucked at his lover’s tongue.

  Deliberately keeping his part of the kiss languid, Marcus lowered himself back against his lover, feeling Gerard jerk up against him. The thought that the younger man would make himself come like that filled Marcus with a low, sizzling heat. He continued to stroke Gerard’s tongue with his own, letting him use his body.

  “So close. So close,” Gerard chanted against Marcus’s mouth, rubbing himself wantonly against his lover. He could feel Marcus swelling against him, but he couldn’t wait, couldn’t hold bac
k. “Fuck! Need to come!” As breathing got more difficult, he guided Marcus’s mouth to his neck. “Mark me. Show Stan exactly who I belong to!”

  Passion swamped Marcus’s gut and he immediately pressed his lips to Gerard’s neck, sliding down from his pulse point to soft, soft skin, and he began to suck voraciously, even sinking in his teeth as he felt the heat pool under the mark he was leaving. It appealed to every dominant instinct within him.

  Gerard gasped as Marcus’s teeth claimed him, the edge of pain pushing him headlong into a cataclysmic orgasm. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!” he screamed, thrusting up against Marcus’s body, his own release providing a slick surface that enhanced the sensation. His entire body convulsed as Marcus held him tight through his aftershocks. Head turning blindly, his lips sought his lover’s, needing the connection of a kiss.

  Marcus obliged. He wanted more kisses himself. He wanted to turn Gerard inside out and back again, that same dominant need within him hoping he would mark his lover permanently, somehow. Never to be forgotten. When he pulled back to look at that gorgeous face, he said hoarsely, “No more fucking.” He started to shift his hips slowly, sliding helped by Gerard’s come between them.

  Gerard’s heart clenched at Marcus’s words. His first reaction was that Marcus meant they were finished – fantasies acted out – time to go home, but the way Marcus was moving against him and a look at the older man calmed that fear. The warmth in the Marcus’s gaze burned right through the chill that had settled inside him. Holding the emerald eyes, Gerard undulated, matching Marcus’s rhythm, watching as the look became even more heated... even more tender.

  Unable to resist, Marcus lifted one hand to lightly touch Gerard’s cheek, caressing it, tracing the lines of his brow and jaw, then his lips. Then he followed those movements with soft kisses, a gentle rub of his lips. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to let Gerard go tomorrow. His gut clenched just thinking about it, and he felt himself harden, sliding against Gerard’s cock and hip. But he wanted this, at least this, to last. It was a fucking miraculous fantasy, and his body was really engaged in it.