Full House (6 page)

Marco studied the wall for several moments. “I still have at least another day, maybe day and a half.”

Kent
nodded. “We’ll come back first thing in the morning.”

Marco rolled his eyes. “You’ve got an entire company to run. We both know you don’t have time to work as my pack mule.”

Kent
leant forward and kissed Marco. “Are you kidding? I finally get to openly do things like this.” He kissed his soon-to-be lover again. “It’s worth being your pack mule for a couple of days.”

“Let me do these last few, and I’ll be ready.”

Kent
stood and dusted off the seat of his jeans. He knew Marco wouldn’t be ready to leave until the last of the mortar he had mixed was used. If nothing else, Marco was definitely thrifty.

* * * *

On the ride back to the city, Marco leaned as far as he could against the door and rested his left leg in the seat between him and Kent. He still couldn’t believe the turn his life had taken in one day.

Kent
reached over and began to rub Marco’s knee. “Are you sure you didn’t overdo it?”

“I’m okay. The brace helps a lot.” He scooted down a bit as Kent’s hand began to wander further up his leg.

Almost to the juncture of Marco’s thighs, Kent pulled his hand back and placed it on the steering wheel.

“Why’d you stop?” Marco asked. It had been months since he’d felt the touch of a man, but Kent wasn’t just any man. He was
the
man as far as Marco was concerned.

Kent
grinned. “Because once I start I won’t stop until I have you naked, straddling my lap with my cock shoved up your ass.” He glanced at Marco. “And the highway isn’t exactly the right place for that. Besides, there’s something else I need to take care of this evening.”

Marco poked Kent’s hip with his foot. “More important than taking care of me?”

“Ensuring your asshole father never touches you again is taking care of you.”

Marco rested his head back against the warmth of the window. He’d seen his dad react to being backed in a corner.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he whispered, remembering the night he’d witnessed Eddy and another man arguing over a bag of weed. Marco had only been around six at the time, but he still remembered the glassy-eyed look in his dad’s face when he’d hit his best friend over the head with a beer bottle. Even that hadn’t been enough to assuage Eddy’s thirst for vengeance. Still gripping the broken bottle, his dad had sliced into the man’s face. Eddy had been convicted of assault and sent off to jail. It was the reason there was seven years between Marco and Bruno.

“Hey.” Kent roused Marco out of his memory. “I’ll be okay.”

“I know him, Kent. He’ll come after you.”

“I’ll be with Moody.”

“Doesn’t matter. He’ll probably go after Moody as well. Not while the two of you are together, of course, but he’ll find a way.”

For the remainder of the drive, they talked about Marco’s brothers and sister. “You’ll never meet a sweeter girl than my Maria.”

“Where’re you taking them while Moody and I talk to Eddy?”

“Well, Bruno has to work, so he won’t be home anyway. Angelo invited Nicky, Maria and me out to dinner.”

“Good. Make sure you have your cell phone on. I’ll call you when it’s safe to come home.”

Instead of driving to Marco’s, Kent continued past the exit towards his house in the suburbs. “What’re you doing?”

“I thought I’d run by the house to change. I don’t want to meet your family smelling like I’ve been working in the hot sun all day.”

“I like the way you smell.”

One of Kent’s eyebrows rose. “Kinky.”

Marco shrugged. “I just think a man should smell like a man. Guess I’ve spent too many years on construction sites.”

Kent
pulled into the circular driveway and parked his truck facing Marco’s. “I think I should take your pickup back to your place when I go to talk to Moody and Eddy. No sense in Eddy getting suspicious.”

Before getting out of the truck, Kent reached over and ran his hand up Marco’s thigh. With a lusty grin, Kent’s hand brushed over Marco’s groin before cupping his balls. “Care for a quick shower?”

Marco’s cock filled at the thought of seeing Kent naked. It truly would be a dream come true, but he knew it couldn’t happen, at least not in the shower. “We both know if you get me in the shower, I’ll end up with your cock up my ass.”

“That’s the plan.”

Marco motioned towards his knee. “Do you really think I’ll be able to steady myself with you ramming in and out of me?”

“Shit. I didn’t even think of that.”

Kent
started to remove his hand, but Marco quickly reached down and held it in place. “Of course, if you don’t mind getting your bed dirty?”

There was that sexy grin again. Marco licked his lips, his tongue passing over the healing cut. “We’ve got thirty minutes. I’d say that’s enough time for a quickie and a shower.”

“Well then what the hell are we waiting for?” Kent got out of the truck and walked around to hand Marco the crutches out of the back. “You know it’d be a lot easier if I just carried you inside and up the stairs.”

“Yeah and then I’d be ready to put on an apron and call you Dear.” Marco made his way up the front steps to the front door. “I may be smaller, but I’m no bitch.”

Kent
stopped in the process of unlocking the door. “I’d never think of you that way. I was talking about getting you upstairs and into my bed faster. That’s all.”

Marco closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Kent’s chest. “Sorry.”

Kent
reached around Marco’s crutch and rubbed his hand up and down Marco’s spine. “No need to apologise. I guess we just need time to get used to each other in a relationship setting.”

Marco looked up into Kent’s hazel eyes. “Relationship? Is that what this is?”

Kent
flushed. “Well, I was hoping we were finally working up to that. Why? Don’t you want the same thing?”

More than anything.
“What about the kids? You have to know it won’t be easy. They take up most of my time.”

Kent
leant down and kissed him. “We’ll make it work.”

* * * *

By the time Kent got Marco up the stairs and undressed, he was harder than he could ever remembered being. He stood nude, gazing down at the most perfect male body he’d ever laid eyes on. “Damn.”

His eyes were riveted to the Jacob’s Ladder piercings in Marco’s cock. He couldn’t decide which was sexier, the row of six small barbells pierced through the darker skin of Marco’s shaft or the hidden full hip and groin tattoo.

Kent
reached down and ran the tip of his finger up the shiny silver ladder that ended just below the crown of Marco’s cock. “Why didn’t I know about these?”

Marco turned his head to the side. “It’s not something I tell anyone. I get a new one every year on my birthday, have since I turned eighteen.”

Kent
’s other hand began tracing the elaborate tattoos. “And these?”

Marco shivered, his skin breaking out in goose flesh. “I think I’m addicted. Whenever I get a bit of extra money, I have a little more done on it.” Marco shrugged. “I guess it helps to remind me that I’m a man with wants and needs and not just a provider.”

Kent
noticed the more he played with the piercings, the more pre-cum oozed from the slit of Marco’s crown. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Marco’s black eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. “Really? They don’t turn you off?”

Kent
braced his hands on either side of Marco’s hips and lowered his head. “Completely the opposite. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.”

Marco moaned as Kent’s tongue licked up the underside of his cock.

After swiping at the large dollop of pre-cum, Kent kissed the head of Marco’s erection. “I haven’t been fucked in a very long time, but someday soon, I’d like to feel you inside me.”

“Oh, shit.” Marco’s hips bucked up, pushing his cockhead into Kent’s mouth again. “Suck me.”

Knowing they were running out of time, Kent stood and climbed over the top of Marco in the traditional sixty-nine position. He groaned at the first touch of Marco’s tongue. It had been far too long since he’d felt lips wrapped around his length. “Do you swallow?”

Marco released Kent’s cock. “This is the first time I’ve done it without a condom. But I want to taste you.”

Kent
knew there was a slight risk involved, but with Marco, it was one he was more than willing to take. “Good,” he grunted.

He opened his mouth to Marco’s cock once again, taking as much as he could. He loved the way the cold silver barbells felt against his lips and tongue. Body piercings had never appealed to him. Evidently it wasn’t the hardware, but the men who didn’t turn him on, because, holy fuck, he didn’t think he could get enough of playing with Marco’s.

One of his bottom teeth snagged on one of the metal balls causing Marco to thrust his hips and cry out in pleasure. The slurping sounds coming from his lover intensified as Kent began to purposely bite and pull at the barbells. Kent didn’t know that his cock had ever been sucked in such a fervent manner.

He pumped his head up and down on Marco’s shaft, scraping his teeth along the ladder as he plunged down to the root over and over. The lips around his cock tightened as the first rope of cum erupted from Marco.

The tight suction Marco had on his dick combined with the taste of his lover’s seed on his tongue, tipped Kent over the edge. He shot his load down Marco’s throat in wave after wave of ecstasy.

Kent
licked Marco’s cock clean and turned around to lie beside him. Without a word, he attacked Marco’s mouth, combining their mutual flavours in an erotic dance of tongues. “Come back here with me tonight.”

Marco lifted his hand to cup Kent’s cheek. “I can’t, especially not tonight. If for some reason Eddy came back, and I wasn’t there…”

Damn.
Kent hadn’t even considered Eddy returning after he and Moody left. “Just in case, maybe you should all come back here?”

“It’s too early for the kids to know we’re sleeping together.”

Kent
brushed his lips lightly across Marco’s and gestured towards a closed door. “They don’t need to know. I think we can be sneaky enough, don’t you?”

“You haven’t even met them. Why would you invite us…?”

Kent
silenced Marco with a kiss. “Until I know Eddy isn’t going to bother you, I don’t want you or the kids out of my sight. I’d suggest crashing at your place, but I thought it would be easier to sneak into your bed if we were all here.”

Marco laughed. “Well, since I sleep on the couch, you’re probably right.”

Kent
sat up. “What do you mean you sleep on the sofa?”

Marco shrugged and pushed himself into a sitting position, gently fondling Kent’s cock with his hand. “The house only has two bedrooms. I gave one to the boys and the other to Maria. It’s really not an issue. I’ve always slept on the couch. Hell, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I had my own room.”

Kent
felt his cock twitch. He gave Marco one more kiss and slid off the bed. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower.”

He left a beautifully nude Marco in bed as he headed for the bathroom. Without bothering to warm the water, he turned it on full blast, hoping the cold spray would cool his renewed ardour.

Once the water had warmed, he picked up the liquid soap and squirted some into his palm. Marco was one of his highest paid employees. He was also probably the hardest worker of the bunch. What must it be like for the man to go home after a long day and take care of three kids, and then to sleep on the couch?

Kent
thought of all the negative names he’d called Marco over the years. He was more than ashamed of himself, he was mortified. How many times had he sat across the poker table from Marco and put him down for what Kent believed to be the man’s wild lifestyle?

Now he knew the real story, Kent wondered why Marco had never corrected him. He was deep in thought when the shower door slid open and Marco stepped in.

“Mind if I rinse off?”

Kent
put a steadying hand around the man he’d cared about for years. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“About what?” Marco asked absently, rubbing soap over his well-toned body.

“About your family. Was it the age thing?” Kent dribbled soap down the front of Marco’s body and began helping his lover wash. He paid particular attention to the man’s cock and balls.

“We come from two different worlds. It was easier for me to
think
you wouldn’t approve of the way I lived than to
know
you wouldn’t approve.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean? I’m not a fucking snob. Every cent I have, I earned.”

“Hell, Kent, you looked down on me just because you thought I dated too much. What would you have thought of me if you knew my mom had abandoned four kids and my dad was a mean drunk who liked to take his anger out on anyone handy?”