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Quiet Jazz music is playing somewhere in the background, and the wood in the fireplace is crackling, flames licking around the logs behind the glass even though it’s the middle of summer. The air in the resort’s hall is almost cool, though, the air conditioning keeping it at a constant very agreeable temperature.
Absentmindedly, Marwan sips on his drink, staring at the large window in front of him, or rather at what’s going on behind it in the climbing gym. There are a few other people in the hall as well, quietly talking to each other, but Marwan barely registers them. He’s too caught up in what he’s watching, mesmerized.
There’s a man climbing up that colorfully sprinkled wall, and he’s already reached the upper third part of it, a man in cargo pants and a climbing harness, a man whose t-shirt is dark with sweat even though, at least that’s what Marwan assumes, the gym is airconditioned as well, just like the hall from where he’s watching. The straps of the climbing harness around the man’s thighs and waist accentuate the curves of his ass in a way that makes Marwan’s head spin and his heart beat faster. It also does things to his nether regions, and his cock begins to harden in his pants.
Perfect, Marwan thinks and licks his lips. Just… perfect.
Marwan watches as the man reaches up and grabs the next hold with his left hand and then pries his foot off the foot hold supporting part of his weight. He tries to step onto the next one further up but something causes him to hesitate, and he put his foot back where it was. His posture changes, it looks a bit as if he’s leaning back into the harness, and Marwan leans forward and looks down to find out what’s going on at the bottom of the gym.
The climbing instructor nods, even though the man on the wall isn’t looking down, and says something, Marwan can see his lips moving and his hands in a tight hold around the rope that secures the climbing harness and with it the man who’s wearing it.
Marwan bites his lips, and when the man in the climbing harness turns his head a little to steal a glance at the footholds below his waist, Marwan can’t help but smile.
Luca’s face is scrunched up in utter concentration, his skin shining with sweat and his hair a complete mess. Marwan can see how Luca’s eyes narrow a little and how he bites his lips. Then Luca nods and says something before he tries again, this time successfully.
“He’s quite something, isn’t he?”
Marwan tears his eyes away from Luca and turns his head. Ale is leaning against the other side of the fireplace, and he seems to be freshly showered. Marwan watches how he shoots a glance at the climbing gym’s window and briefly bites his lips.
“Yeah,” Marwan says. His eyes return to Luca just in time to see him all but jump a little, using his right foot hold as leverage, to reach a new hold with his left hand. “He is.”
“I envy you,” Ale says, and his chuckle is laced with a hint of bitterness, but just the slightest one. Otherwise, there’s nothing but profound fondness in his voice. “He loves you, you know. He loves you very much.”
Ale’s voice is very low, and for a moment, Marwan thinks he has imagined those words. But when he looks up at Ale again, he knows he hasn’t.
He nods. “I know.” For a moment, he can feel how a smile first spreads on his face and then fades again. Ale’s eyes are still locked with his. “So, you two never…?” Marwan gestures vaguely between Ale and the window. “I always thought…”
Ale huffs. “Of course, we have. For a while we were…” His voice, too, fades away for a moment, and his eyes glance at the gym again. “But never like this. Never like you.”
“Oh,” Marwan says, and Ale smiles.
“I’m glad,” he says and walks around the fireplace to where Marwan is sitting. He steps behind him and places his hands on Marwan’s shoulders. “He’s happy.” Then he gives Marwan a light, playful slap on the cheek from behind and ruffles his hair before he turns to leave.
“Meet us for dinner tonight?” Marwan asks without turning around.
“Yeah, yeah, sure…”
Marwan grins at the eye-roll-slash-eyebrow-raise that is clearly audible in Ale’s voice and shifts his position on the sofa a little, making himself comfortable again.
A few minutes later, Luca has reached the top of the wall, and after another few he’s on the ground again, rehashing the climb with his instructor.
Marwan smiles, sets down his empty glass on one of the small side tables and rises. The smile is still playing around the corners of his mouth as he makes his way down the stairs and to the gym’s locker room. There, he waits.
He doesn’t have to wait very long. Just a minute or two later Luca enters the room, wiping his face with a towel, harnessless but still in his climbing clothes and shoes.
“Hey,” Luca says once he sees Marwan, and a huge smile lights up his face. “I made it to the top on a 6c today. Did you see?”
“Yeah,” Marwan grins and takes a step closer to where Luca is standing. “I did. I saw you climb that wall and—” He comes to a halt in front of Luca and reaches around him to run his hand over Luca’s ass. “You were—” He swallows. Luca’s pulse is still very high, Marwan can see it in his jugular, and his skin is still moist with sweat. It’s so tempting Marwan has to bite his lips to keep himself from leaning in and tasting. “Perfect.”
When he looks up again, Luca’s eyes are wide, and Marwan’s cock gives an enthusiastic twitch when they meet. He swallows, and Luca nods.
“Give me a moment, I will have a quick shower and then—” Luca winces and stretches his arms over his head, grabs his left elbow with his right hand.
“Are you—” Marwan tries, but when Luca licks his lips, he has to pause again. His cock swells even more, and he clears his throat. “Are you sore? Do you need to see the physiotherapist?” There’s always one on call on shoots like this, Marwan knows that, and if Luca is hurt in any way—
Luca shakes his head. “No, everything is good. I just—”
“Okay,” Marwan cuts him off, and the huskiness in his voice goes straight to his groin. He grabs Luca’s upper arm and clenches his jaw. “Come on, then. Come on. Let’s go.”
He all but drags Luca up the stairs and along the corridors to Luca’s room, and when Luca fumbles for the key card in one of the pockets of his cargo pants, Marwan can’t stand it anymore. He crowds in on Luca, turns him around, pushes him against the door, and claims Luca’s mouth in a deep, almost brutal hungry kiss. He’s desperate to taste Luca, to drink him in, to have his senses filled by everything Luca is.
Luca gasps a little, surprised by the onslaught, but then he kisses Marwan back just the same, wrapping his hands around Marwan’s waist and pulling him close against him, hands firm on Marwan’s ass. He shifts a little, opening his legs a bit, so Marwan can slide one of his legs between them, and when their cloth-clad erections meet, they both moan.
“I want you,” Marwan moans into Luca’s ear, sliding one hand into Luca’s hair, pulling tight so that the back of Luca’s head hits the door with a very audible thud, and the other one below Luca’s t-shirt and then past the waistband of Luca’s pants at the small of his back. “That climbing gear, I swear…”
Luca chuckles into their kiss, rolling his hips a little, and Marwan groans. “I swear, if you don’t open that door now I’m going to have you right here where everyone can see us. I don’t even care. I just want—”
“You liked the climbing gear,” Luca licks into Marwan’s mouth, eliciting another moan from Marwan’s burning lips. A hiss falls from his when Marwan’s hand travels downward and he slides his index finger into Luca’s crack. “Everything about you says to me you did.”
Marwan can almost touch Luca there and for a moment he thinks they’re really going to do this right here in the hallway but when a door falls shut somewhere in the distance, he breaks the kiss and bites his lips. Eyes squeezed shut, he touches his forehead against Luca’s and takes a deep breath before he speaks again. “Door. Open. Now.”
Luca nods and pulls Marwan even closer before the tension in his body changes and Marwan can feel him straightening his back. “Okay,” he croaks, and Marwan can feel how he licks his lips, his goddamn intoxicating lips, and this is when he steels himself and takes a step backwards, eyes still closed, and nods. “Now. Open.”
Luca finds the key card and fumbles with it a bit but eventually, he opens the door, and they can step inside. Once they’re in the room, Luca turns around, and his and Marwan’s eyes meet.
Luca’s eyes are dark, almost black, his pupils blown wide with desire. There’s a prominent bulge in his pants, and Marwan is just as hard; he’s so hard he’s throbbing, basically, throbbing with need.
They stare at each other for a moment before Marwan breaks eye-contact and shoots a pointed glance at the wall bars that divide the main part of the lower room from the stairs that lead to the first floor of the suite.
Luca nods and turns around, walks towards the bars with uneven steps, pulling his t-shirt over his head and undoing his belt and the button and zip of his pants on the way. Marwan can see him wince when, at least that’s the thought that forms in Marwan’s lust-fogged brain, his knuckles brush against his hard cock, still confined in his underpants and probably already leaking.
“Fuck,” Marwan hisses, and part of him can’t believe that another part still has the mental capacity to send him those two steps into the bathroom so he can grab a tube of lube from his toiletry bag on the counter. When he steps back into the room a mere second later, or so it seems, Luca has grabbed hold of one of the upper bars and his pants are around his ankles. He’s looking over his shoulder, his lips bitten into a thin line, and when his and Marwan’s eyes meet, a different kind of need spikes inside Marwan, a need that reaches much deeper than mere arousal. It is the need to be with Luca, to be close to him, to caress him with both his body and his mind – and to lose himself in Luca’s body, mind and soul.
Some of this must show on Marwan’s face because Luca’s eyes widen, and he gasps; then he lets his eyes flutter shut and catches his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. He turns his head and rests his forehead against one of the bars.
A quiet moan lies in the air, and Marwan watches how Luca’s hold on those bars tightens a little and then relaxes again.
Now it’s Marwan’s turn to bite his lips as he walks up to Luca and places his right hand on Luca’s shoulder. Luca’s skin is warm beneath his palm, and he can feel how high Luca’s pulse is, still, again, always. Part has to be remaining adrenaline from the climb, but part is definitely arousal and anticipation.
Marwan lets his hand rest there for a while, humming low in his throat. Then he runs it over Luca’s shoulder blade and down Luca’s spine from the nape of his neck to the small of his back, reading all the beautiful lines and curves of the poem that is Luca’s body. He hums again as he strokes Luca’s side, his hip, the rise of his ass, the perfect swell of his cheek.
The shiver that runs through Luca’s body translates to Marwan’s without any barriers. His lips find the nape of Luca’s neck, and his groin slots against Luca’s ass in an almost perfect fit.
Marwan groans. His cock is straining in his pants, and he longs for skin against skin. “Don’t move,” he murmurs, and he can hear Luca swallow thickly before he nods.
Marwan makes quick work of his clothes, all but tears them off and tosses them aside, and when he’s naked he places his hands on Luca’s hips and steadies him as Luca toes off his shoes and socks and steps out of his pants.
When Marwan closes the small distance again, his cock aligns with Luca’s cleft so beautifully it nearly breaks Marwan’s heart. Luca is warm and firm against him, and it’s just the most perfect thing, Luca’s skin against his and his arms around Luca, holding him close.
“I want you,” Marwan murmurs against Luca’s hairline, and he rolls his hips a little, sliding his cock along Luca’s crack. He can feel Luca’s muscles clench, and the mere thought of how Luca’s going to feel around him soon makes his head spin. “I want you so much…”
Despite his wildly beating heart, despite his straining, leaking cock and despite Luca’s constant moans and curses, Marwan takes his time preparing Luca, opening him up. He coats his fingers with lube again and again, caresses Luca entrance, teases it until it gives way to his fingers, until he’s allowed inside.
Luca is so warm and tight down there, and entering him with one finger, then with two is almost too much to bear. The sensation of Luca’s muscles tightening and relaxing around his fingers is almost too much, and for a moment Marwan thinks he’s going to lose it before he’s even able to make it inside. He freezes in mid-movement and squeezes the base of his cock with his free hand, cursing under his breath, eyes squeezed shut so tightly he sees stars.
Luca chuckles throatily, and Marwan can feel that, too, he can feel that around his fingers as much as he can hear it, and for a moment there he’s almost sure it’s too late.
But then he catches hold of himself again, and his breathless chuckle entwines with Luca’s. His forehead comes to rest against the nape of Luca’s neck again, a gesture that never fails to calm him when he gets like this. He takes a couple of deep breaths before he withdraws his fingers and reaches for the lube once more.
His fingers tremble when he coats himself, and his cock throbs in his loose fist. He’s so turned on he’s dizzy with it, and Luca is right there, equally as aroused and ready for him, so beautiful and ready Marwan has to close his eyes, has to take another moment to regroup.
When the tip of Marwan’s cock touches Luca’s entrance, nudges against it, Luca adjust his stance a little and lets his head drop between his shoulders. He releases a long, shuddering breath, and Marwan pushes forward.
He enters Luca in one languid thrust, and both he and Luca moan as he does that, as he breaches Luca’s body and buries himself inside.
“God,” Luca moans when Marwan is fully sheathed. “God, yes–“
Marwan reaches up again, rests his hand on Luca’s shoulder, his other hand on Luca’s hip, stills. “This,” he whispers as he savors Luca’s body pulsing around him, warm and safe and oh so perfect, and when his forehead touches Luca’s skin once more, he says it again. “This—”
The urge to move becomes overwhelming but Marwan holds on for just a moment longer. The sound that falls from Luca’s lips sends waves of pleasure through Marwan’s entire being. And when Luca tightens around him, when he shivers, when the muscles in his arms tense to strengthen his grip, Marwan finally begins to move.
He pulls out slowly and almost entirely, just the tip stays inside, and then he pushes back in. At the base of this he stills again and revels in Luca’s tight heat, drunk with need and pulsing with happiness. He does it again, and again, and again, and when Luca lifts his leg just like he did on the wall earlier and props his foot up on one of the lower bars, Marwan loses it. He almost slips out, his fingers digging into Luca’s hip and shoulder hard, so he pushes back in almost a little too forcefully, and it feels good, it feels so fucking good, and there’s no way he’s able to stop moving now, not when this is so perfect, not when Luca feels so good like this, around him, all around him, not when Luca’s moans pour into him and fill him to the brim, Luca’s moans and Luca’s words, those incoherent shards and splinters of language, incomprehensible to others, maybe, but abundantly clear to them.
Luca is close, Marwan can feel it, so close already, probably as close as he is himself, and almost as soon as Luca lets go of the upper bar with one hand and brings it between his legs to touch himself, Marwan’s fingers join his, and even though Marwan is too far gone for purposeful strokes, he can feel Luca’s cock thicken in their joint hold, and he can feel it twitch, and his groin is hot and slippery against Luca’s curves, when Marwan can feel Luca pass the point of no return.
Luca’s hips jerk forward, and he fucks into their fists one more time, and then he comes. A harsh huff is ripped from his lungs, a sound so arousing Marwan knows he’s going to follow Luca over the edge any moment now.
Luca’s come is hot and thick on Marwan’s fingers, and with the thought of tasting it Marwan’s own climax builds and sweeps him away with its intensity and its force. He empties himself deep within Luca’s body, spurt after tantalizing spurt, and it is so incredibly good and sweet and perfect it’s almost painful, and the enormity of it, of this, of them, him and Luca, makes Marwan’s eyes sting and fill with moisture.
His other arm wraps around Luca, and he leans forward, his lips thirsting for Luca’s skin and finding salvation at his pulse-point, his own body still trembling with release, and he kisses and sobs his orgasm against Luca’s skin, licking, sucking, biting, until he’s fully and utterly spent.
The first thing he hears over the rush of blood in his ears is that Luca is still moaning, still coming, or maybe he’s coming again, Marwan doesn’t know. His fingers resume a messy stroke, slippery with Luca’s spend, and it seems as if he can actually feel how incredibly sensitive Luca is right now.
It takes them a while to come down after this, and when he can grasp a coherent thought again, Marwan pulls out and gathers Luca in his arms, guides him, guides them down onto the floor where they come to lie, limbs entwined, skin sticky with sweat, and lips joined in continuous caress.
“Hmmmm,” Luca hums, eyes closed and cheeks still flushed. He reaches up, runs his fingers over Marwan’s cheek and then into his hair, bringing their faces together even closer.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Marwan murmurs, his lips brushing against Luca’s. His own voice sounds alien to him, laced with the lingering pleasure of his release and with these overflowing surges of emotion almost to the point of choking. “I just can’t, I—”
“Hmmmm,” Luca hums again, and Marwan can feel him smiling. Then Luca moves his head a little, breaking the kiss, and lets the tip of his tongue run over Marwan’s cheek. It tickles. “I can taste that.”
Marwan’s face heats up at that, and he’s pretty sure Luca’s caressing tongue picks that up as well. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and Luca shakes his head. “Got a bit overwhelmed there.”
“Don’t say sorry,” Luca whispers and kisses Marwan’s cheek. “It is a lot. It always is a lot.”
“Yeah,” Marwan says and rolls onto his back, pulling Luca half on top of him. “It is. Listen,” he adds after a short pause. “I asked Ale to join us for dinner later. Met him in the hall while you were doing your 6b.”
“Uh-huh,” Luca murmurs, brushing his lips over Marwan’s in a feather-light kiss. “Okay,” he says, and then he lets his tongue dart out and traces Marwan’s upper lip with its tip. “Later. Okay?” He shifts a bit until he’s fully on top of Marwan, and Marwan can’t help but moan when Luca’s cock comes to rest against his. “And 6c. It was a 6c.”
The kiss deepens, and Marwan can feel the lingering fire of arousal deep inside him flare up again, their bodies still hungry for more.
“Yeah,” he mumbles as his hands slide down Luca’s back to cup his ass. “Later.”
~fin~