Chapter 11: Bend Over

Marco’s POV

Who said kissing someone is just a regular act of smashing lips together? I say, fuck them. Damn, this felt entirely illegal, but hell, I could go to jail with a fucking smile.

How Fabio was even here, I didn’t give a damn. Stories for some other time. Because right now, I just didn’t want to stop.

His fingers were clutching my hair while mine held his waist, making sure there was no space left between us. I could feel his bulge already, and I was sure he could feel mine, too. As for how this happened- just a slight touch, a single simple non-sexual... no, scratch that, everything between me and Fabio is sexual- a single kiss was enough to make me hard. Deathly hard, to the point that it hurt.

Still kissing me, Fabio shoved me back against the wall beside the open door. I gasped, and that split second allowed him the upper hand. He sank his tongue inside me, tasting every bit of my mouth. I let him. I surrendered completely.

He caught my throat, and I could feel his thumb tracing my skin. It was sensitive, maddening even, but I fucking loved it.

"Choke me," I whispered in between breaths.

I could feel Fabio smile against my lips. Slowly, torturously, he pressed his hand harder against my neck.

Then, teasingly, he brushed his lips over mine, refusing to give me the full kiss. It was driving my raging hormones a thousand miles per second. My hands instinctively went behind his back, grabbing his ass and squeezing tightly.

That made him groan and finally crash back into my mouth. He wasn’t just kissing me; he was eating my lips, biting, sucking, and then soothing them with his tongue. I loved the way he did it.

"My turn," I murmured.

I flipped our positions, pinning him against the wall in one fluid motion, and caught his throat in my hand. He smiled, his lips parted. I smiled back, and without breaking eye contact, our lips met again. I bit him as he had bitten me, I sucked his soul out through his mouth as he had done to mine, and finally soothed it back just like him. It had always been give and take between us, no more, no less. Though maybe last time, I got a little more than my share- and I was hoping he had come to collect that debt. Right now, I would not have minded if he bent me over inside a fucking toilet stall. Anything, as long as I could feel his warm, hard cock buried deep inside me.

"Ahem."

It took someone clearing their throat for me to finally remember there were other people in the room.

"Shut up, James. Don’t you wanna watch live porn?" Tony- of course it had to be Tony- chimed in. "You both can continue. Things were just getting heated."

I rolled my eyes and finally stepped back from Fabio, giving him that look. The one that said it all: ’Fuck me like you hate me.’

"It’s done," I said, looking over at Tony, then down at my still-hard dick. "I did what you asked."

"My respects, Chen," Tony said, bowing dramatically like a peasant to his king.

The other guys laughed.

"Now can I go jerk off?" More like get fucked off.

"Sure," Tony said again, winking at me before glancing at Fabio standing beside me. "Hey there, Fabs."

"Hello," Fabio replied, flashing a charming smile.

"You also want to jerk off?" If I was shameless, I honestly wondered what word even described Tony. The man was on another level.

And then-

"Yeah," Fabio replied. He glanced at me, leaned down to my ear, and whispered, "Mind lending me your hand?"

I gulped, and my cock twitched heavily in my pants. Fabio was solely made and brought into my life to tempt me, to test my nonexistent self-control.

Without another word, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the room. I could faintly hear the guys shouting behind us, but I was far too horny to register a single word.

"You that impatient?" I could hear the smile in Fabio’s voice.

"Aren’t you?" I asked as we neared the washrooms.

"I am," he said.

As soon as we stepped inside, he slammed the door shut, shoved me flat against the heavy wood, and pressed his hard length directly against mine. "Feel that?"

I pressed myself back against him, harder. "Yes. You are so hard for me."

The corner of his lips quirked upward. One of his hands slid down my thigh, trailing slowly upward until it hooked into the waistband of my trousers.

"I just can’t get enough of you, can I?" he murmured, looking directly into my eyes as if his sole intention was to carve every word deep into my brain. "No one excites me like you do. I can’t help but think of your face when I’m with anyone else. It’s frightening how a mere touch from you makes my dick go all out. Does that even make sense?"

His words weren’t helping my composure in the slightest. I was already dripping with pre-cum.

"No, it doesn’t. But I sure know the feeling," I whispered. "You know... earlier, I was..." I trailed off.

"What? Tell me," Fabio whispered back, leaning down to trail light, hot kisses along my neck.

"I wanted you..." I stopped to let out a low moan as his teeth grazed my skin.

"Yes, continue."

"...to bend me over," I breathed, "and fuck me... right inside a stall here."

"Oh yeah? You want that?"

Yes, please. I needed it like I needed oxygen. Desperately.

"I do."

That confession was all the permission he needed. Fabio grabbed my thighs, hoisted me up into his arms, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, guiding us both into the nearest empty stall.

"Then let’s live your dream, shall we?" he asked.

Before I could reply, he gripped my jaw and kissed me; kissed me like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I fisted my hands in his hair, exactly the way he always did to me, earning an instant, rough groan from his throat that I swallowed whole. Our lips crashed together, our tongues tangling in a fierce, breathless war.