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“Mr. Moreno, can we have a moment of–...”
“How serious is the threat this time?”
“Sir, as the leader of the Heroics, what do-...”
“Marcus, why wasn’t this prevented?”
“When do you think–...”
Marcus shakes his head as he makes his way out of the press room, trying to tune out the herd of journalists calling out to him. He knows it’s all part of their job, but even after all these years there is something particularly vulture-like about how they never accept an end to a press conference.
“Taylor, how long until you’re expecting more information?”, he asks the tall press officer walking ahead of him. They’re always so smartly dressed to the point that Marcus wonders why they aren’t the ones in front of the camera all the time. Taylor has never made a wrong impression or said a wrong word, moving around with a confidence that’s beyond admirable, and a disarming smile that works with anyone.
“We’re not sure. For now the next press meeting is scheduled for 20:00 hours,” Taylor says, scrolling through their phone as they head for Marcus’ office, somehow still finding time to greet people along their way. “Until then, I’m gonna need you to-...”
“No, please.” The words slip from Marcus’ lips before he realizes it, that sickening feeling in his stomach worsening at the thought of spending more hours in meetings. It’s been a couple of gruelling weeks dealing with the recent conflicts around Austin, but these past two days have been particularly hard. “I can’t anymore. It’s been over a day and a half since I was last home. I know things are critical, but there’s nothing that I-…”
“Sir… I know it’s not ideal.” Taylor closes the door behind them, locking the outside noise out of Marcus’ office, then takes a seat while flipping through a stack of papers. “I know you’re tired. But it would really be helpful if we can do some more things on the Atzer deal. If you want to nap on your couch first, I’m happy to give you an hour.”
He knows it would be useful. Knows that the few higher ups are adamant about the deal he’s been negotiating for the safety of the city. But frankly, there is no reason why he would be better suited for the upcoming gathering than anyone else would be. Not to mention he’s running on much less sleep than anyone else at the office.
Just when he’s about to give in to Taylor’s request, his phone beeps, pulling away his attention for a moment. *Joel* . He swipes immediately, not aware anymore of what Taylor is saying, and the bad feeling in his gut calms down immediately when he sees the picture. It’s the front of Joel’s house, the one Marcus has known for over twenty years now. Joel is on a ladder, fixing up some final detailing on the door frame. A second ding indicates the follow up text, and he can’t help but smile as he reads it.
Joel: remember when we first did this? had to show you how to use a damn drill, pretty boy
MM: Yeah, well, you deliberately let me mess around with it first on that ladder just so you could check out my ass.
Joel: legs. plus those shorts left fuck all to the imagination. hey- you sleep yet?
“Sir?”
He looks up at Taylor, who gives him a slightly forced smile in return this time. “Sorry, sorry. I need to answer this,” Marcus says as he gestures at his phone. “How about you take five?” He doesn’t listen too much to the answer as he turns his attention back to his phone, quickly typing a response.
MM: A few hours on my couch. I’m okay.
Joel: didn’t make it home yet? damnit. you’re gonna collapse, powers or not. go home
MM: I can’t. There’s another press conference at 8.
Joel: it’s not even noon. nicole would tell you the same. go home
He sighs deeply, knowing Joel is right. But after so many years of obligations coming first, it’s hard to change his ways. People are counting on him, always - work, his daughter, his wife Nicole. Joel too, in a way. Except he has known Marcus for longer than anyone else, and always navigated Marcus’ workload with a straightforward and direct attitude, knowing it was best to let him be. However, when things become too much, he’d pull him back unapologetically and with a firm hand. Not asking, just telling him. Something Marcus wouldn’t be able to accept from anyone else but Joel. But today… it’s just not good timing. Another nap on the couch will have to do.
Joel: [image.jpg]
A quiet whine escapes Marcus’ lips as he stares at the photo. God, it was absolutely obscene - and it made his mouth water. The shot was clearly taken in Joel’s truck, camera held high. No face showing, just a snapshot of his lap.
Jeans undone, boxers showing, shirt pushed up just a few inches so the treasure trail leading the way down was clearly visible. Joel’s big, strong hand cupping his balls through his boxers, the hard outline of his cock pushing upward to his left. Only the head peeked out of the fabric, showing the slightest bit of foreskin.
Marcus’ heart races as he zooms in on the image, and he bites his lip when he spots what he’s been looking for. The gleam of that delicate metal bar, pierced through Joel’s glans from top to bottom, with a round stud on each end. It has been a good fifteen years since Joel got his apadravya piercing, but still it never fails to affect Marcus. It’s not just about seeing it – it’s how he’s immediately immersed in the memory of it resting on his tongue, the cool metal such a contrast with how warm Joel’s body is. Not to mention how strongly Marcus’ powers react to it. On top of that, there’s the thick smear of pre-cum over the fat head of Joel’s dick, along with further evidence casually glistening on his thumb, only adding to how much Marcus wants Joel’s cock in his mouth.
Joel: go home. nap. tommy will do the afternoon stuff- see u soon. better be rested
For a moment Marcus hesitates, glancing at the door while he contemplates whether anyone would actually physically try to stop him from going home. Then his phone beeps again, and he grins as he gets up from his desk chair, grabbing his jacket. “So damn bossy,” he mutters to himself with a smile as he locks the phone, seeing a quick flash of Joel’s latest text before the screen goes dark.
Joel: that wasn’t a question, moreno
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Forty some minutes later, Marcus finds himself half asleep in Joel’s bed; freshly showered, dressed in briefs and Joel’s green flannel that was laying around. Joel moving into the house with Marcus and Nicole had initially been for convenience’s sake, due to renovations at his own house. None of them had initially expected it would end up being a turning point, but when things evolved - it felt right. Familiar, comfortable with a twist, certain things new in certain ways. Getting to come home to both of them is what kept Marcus going through the long hours he made at the HQ.
When Nicole told Marcus that their daughter would be coming home for summer break, he had been thrilled about the prospect. But despite his numerous attempts to spend quality time with her, he found her even more reluctant than she had been in previous years. His increased visibility as the Heroics leader didn’t help much either, something she had come to detest during her teenage years. He frequently found himself wishing that she had been able to spend more time with his mother Anita before she passed. She had been a trainer for the Heroics as long as Marcus could remember, a solid team together with his father’s powers and leadership, something that he knew would be passed on to him. A blessing, they would tell him when he was still a child.
Marcus had never looked at it that way. His powers as a Heroic were less of a family trait and more of a generational burden that had controlled both his parents’ and grandparents’ lives. There had been no other choice for him but to make peace with it, which he had done many years ago. It still posed a challenge for him all the time, particularly in setting boundaries with the HQ in order to keep putting his family first. But as it was, Marcus didn’t see any other way of dealing with it - even though his kid clearly had a difference of opinion where there was ‘no other choice’ resignation. Something she made clear all the time.
It isn’t until the lamps and electronic devices around him start to flicker on and off, a low buzzing sound in the back of his head, that he realizes he is too worked up - and it is affecting his powers unintentionally. “Stop overthinking.” He can hear Joel’s voice in the back of his mind, calm but resolute as always.
So he tries. Focuses on how Joel’s scent lingers on the bed sheets, and the green plaid shirt he’s wearing, and tries to have it ground him. He still has time before Joel will be back home, so he might as well close his eyes and get some rest. Here, surrounded by the smell of Joel’s soap and cologne, it is easy to imagine the weight of him pressing against his back, an arm wrapped around him in quiet comfort. And apparently, thinking of that is all it takes for his exhausted brain and body to slip into some much needed sleep.
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“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
“Hey…” Marcus groans softly as he feels Joel’s breath warm against the back of his neck. Finally hearing that deep, slightly raspy voice behind him was by far the best part of the past 36 hours. It’s a struggle to make himself wake up, but he tries, attempting to roll over so he can look at Joel. But Joel simply wraps an arm around his waist, pressing his broad chest all the way against Marcus’ back. A solid wall of warmth and the faint smell of wood envelops him, mixed with Joel’s cologne, and for a moment he’s tempted to fall right back to sleep again.
“ ‘s okay. Take your time to wake up.” Joel’s stubble brushes against his neck as he kisses him, fingers running over the green plaid Marcus is wearing. “That my shirt?”, he asks, his voice rumbling low in his chest. It’s a no-brainer - nobody else in the house has plaid shirts like he does, but still Marcus likes him asking about it. Likes him noticing it on him.
“Yeah. Smells of you, I like it. Makes it easier to fall asleep.” He’s still drowsy, words he didn’t really intend to say out loud spilling too easily from his lips, but he doesn’t feel like holding them back. Especially not when he rolls over and sees the beginning of a smile tugging at Joel’s lips. It’s clear how tired he is, the smell of lumber and paint from the long day still lingering on him. But to Marcus, it’s Joel who is a sight for sore eyes, especially today.
“You’re becoming a sap in your old age.” Joel grins when Marcus tries to smack him, catching his hand as he clearly anticipated that. With a soft groan and creaking knees he moves on top of Marcus, one thick thigh on each side to cage him in, and he easily brings Marcus’ wrists up above his head, holding them there with one hand.
“Who are you calling old? I’m one year–...”
“Yeah, yeah,” Joel mocks him, leaning down to claim his mouth again, and Marcus feels the heat travel through his body as Joel gently grinds against him. “Still older,” he continues, eyes freely roaming over Marcus’ body as he watches Marcus’ chest heave. When his eyes catch the way that the green button up has slid up on Marcus’ stomach, he clearly gets distracted by the view of bare skin, lips parting as he takes in the sight.
“Forty-four isn’t old,” Marcus tries half-heartedly, but the way Joel is looking at him makes it feel rather useless to try and win an argument about this.
“God damn near ancient.” Joel sighs, a twinkle in his eye. “I’m basically sucking old man’s dick here.”
Marcus glares at him - but with Joel’s weight resting on him, and now the thought of Joel’s mouth on his dick, he’s pretty sure even a pointed look isn’t very convincing right now. “I don’t see you sucking anything right now, Miller.”
This time there’s a full on smirk playing over Joel’s face as he shifts on Marcus’ lap, holding his wrists still together while leaning down to kiss him. Right before their lips meet, he changes directions, and Marcus nearly whines in frustration, until Joel’s mouth ends up on his neck. “Got that right. I’m not the one who needs his pretty little head fucked empty,” Joel whispers at him, and Marcus’ breathing hitches as his hips buck up. Fuck.
“Joel…”
“Oh, I know you want it so badly.” Joel hushes him as he grinds back harder, his dick clearly hard in his jeans as he rubs it against Marcus’ briefs. He’s sparse with his words in general, but that makes his filthy mouth all the better during moments like this. “Yeah. I really do.” After one more hard kiss, Joel reluctantly gets up from the bed and begins to unbuckle his belt. “Been a long day. How about I go shower—...”
“Hell no.” Marcus is up almost immediately, grabbing for Joel’s jeans as he tugs him closer, eager to undo the zipper. “It’s fine, I want you like this, let me-...”
“That so?” Joel’s sharp voice stops him in his tracks, demanding attention, and Marcus’ mouth goes dry when Joel grips his chin with his thumb and index finger. The expression on his face has shifted, stubbled jaw more tense now, his eyes as serious as the tone in his voice - it wasn’t a question, but an order.
“Did I say you can undress me?”
He shakes his head slowly, cock throbbing by the authoritative turn in Joel. “No. I’m sorry,” he breathes as he lets go of him. His first instinct is to go to his knees, but he knows how this goes - the whole point is for him to not have to think or worry or make decisions. Joel is in charge and decides what happens; he just has to be good and follow that. So when Joel’s free hand grabs him tightly by his hair, Marcus stays in place, seated on the edge of the bed with his eyes still locked on Joel’s face. Waiting for further instructions.
“Sorry what?”
“Sir.” The word trips off Marcus’ tongue quickly, and Joel’s eyes darken with desire at that word in a way that always makes something burn bright inside of Marcus’ chest. Whenever this happens, this ‘thing’ between them, it never is just one-sided. Joel gets as much out of this as he does, too, even when it's Marcus who needs him the most during moments like this, when life has been unraveling him. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Not sure you actually are.” Joel’s eyes drop down to look at Marcus’ mouth, and he then lets go of him, taking two steps away from the bed. “On your knees. Now,” he continues, snapping his fingers when Marcus doesn’t move fast enough.
“Yes, sir.” He’s on the floor almost immediately, his knees bumping against Joel’s boots, and it takes effort to keep his eyes on Joel’s face instead of the bulge in his underwear. He’s rewarded for it with Joel’s hand approvingly brushing through his hair, nails scraping just a little bit over his scalp, and Marcus bites his lip to not moan at the feeling of it.
Sometimes Joel tells him what to do - or rather what’s about to happen. Step by step, as simply hearing him talk about it is already enough to get Marcus desperate. Other times it’s quicker, more instinctual and quiet, but just as good. Today, Marcus’ restraint is particularly low - he’s worn out from the endless meetings and responsibilities at work, the never ending chatter. Trying to dissociate just to push through, and it makes his fingers twitchy, the anxiety crawling under his skin even though he knows how to hide it from most people. But Joel sees it nevertheless, can tell so by the slightest signs - knows how Marcus needs him. Even when it’s hard to ask.
“I’ve got you.” Joel’s voice is soft and warm, making shivers run down Marcus’ spine. “Any requests?”
Marcus takes a deep breath, searching for what he wants to ask for, and Joel’s fingers rubbing soft circles on his scalp become a little stronger. Urging him to let it out - it’s something they’ve been working on. “Cuffs,” he says eventually as he closes his eyes, and Joel hums softly as he cradles the back of Marcus’ head, letting him press his forehead against his belly. The smell of wood somehow lingers the strongest here on Joel’s work clothes, and Marcus breathes it in deeply, fixating on it, as he rubs his nose against the shirt covering Joel’s stomach, eager for skin on skin contact. He’s so wrapped up in it that even when Joel moves away, the scent still remains, as does the memory of his belly.
Only once he feels Joel kneeling down behind him, he realizes that he’s moved. Large warm hands brushing over his shoulders to his arms, gently tugging Marcus’ hands behind his back. The metal of the handcuffs touching his skin makes all the little hairs on his body stand up straight, like a low current of electricity flickering under his skin. He feels the sensation increase when Joel puts the cuffs around his wrists and snaps them closed, and he takes another deep breath, rolling his head over his shoulders as he tries to relax into the feeling.
It’s hard to describe how the metal that he can manipulate with his powers also has the opposite effect on him. How it pushes him into a state of surrender when used like this, a low level of anxiety that somehow becomes freeing when placed into Joel’s hands. His cock throbs in anticipation, and when Joel pushes his chin up gently, Marcus opens his eyes again to look at him. He is woozy at the sight of Joel towering over him, and the moment he feels Joel’s thumb brush over his lower lip, he opens his mouth - tongue out without even being told to.
“Good boy, Marcus.”
His breathing grows heavier right away at the praise, and moments later he is rewarded by the sight of Joel pushing his underwear down, half hard cock in hand now. He bites his lip as he watches Joel give himself a few strokes, his heartbeat thundering when he sees the foreskin slide back to expose the fat tip, both of them knowing that’s exactly what he’s eager to see.
The two metal studs from the apadravya piercing gleam softly, practically calling his name, and Marcus shivers as he feels his body responding to it - especially now he’s wearing the metal cuffs. “I could see it in the picture you sent,” he says hoarsely, then licks his dry lips for a moment. “Made me so fucking hard in front of Taylor.”
“Figured.” A pleased smile plays over Joel’s face and he spits in his hand, using it to give himself a few strokes while keeping his eyes on Marcus’ mouth. “Just the tip, y’hear me?”, he warns and Marcus nods eagerly, his tongue back out again to welcome Joel’s erection.
The nerve endings in his body spark hard when the cool metal touches his tongue, and the pleasant dizziness in his head only increases as he suckles on the thick head. He loves taking his time like this, that Joel lets him spend as much time on it as he needs. It’s harder to keep his balance when cuffed, but he enjoys the challenge, as well as the strain he can already feel in his shoulders and arms.
A low groan calls his attention, and when he glances up, he sees Joel’s eyes are heavy lidded, staring back at him in need. Marcus can’t help but smile at him, his tongue slowly running over the piercing, and he hears a quiet curse when he sucks on the metal studs. First the one under his dickhead, then the one on top of it - always in that order - before tongueing the slit of his cock, where Joel is already leaking a considerable amount of pre-cum.
“You’re so good at that.” Joel’s voice is like a hum that Marcus feels through his entire body, with the slightest hitches of breathing that clearly indicate his excitement. He brushes his fingers through Marcus’ hair, his hips moving lazily - barely even, but just enough to chase the friction of Marcus’ lips and tongue. “Saving the entire world constantly, but then you also suck dick like this.”
“Joel…” This time it’s Marcus who groans, resting his head against Joel’s belly for a moment as he tries to compose himself, then chases after the tip of his dick again with his mouth.
“Nuh-uh.” Joel smacks his cheek unexpectedly, stopping him in his tracks, and the sudden sensation of the slap makes Marcus leak into his briefs. He sucks in a deep breath, fighting the urge to rub his dick against Joel’s leg for some friction and get some relief for himself. Instead he lifts his eyes back up to Joel, lips still pressed against his dick, to see him staring right back with a frown. “What did you call me, Moreno?”
“Sir,” he gasps against Joel’s cock, realizing his mistake as he’d gotten too carried away. “Fuck – I’m so sorry, sir.” He doesn’t wait to see if the verbal apology is enough, but instead pops the head of Joel’s cock back into his mouth again to show him just how sorry he is. The groan he gets in return drowns out the last bits of noise in his head, flooding his senses, and all he wants to do is to just take in Joel’s cock completely. But Joel holds him back, denies him, teases him until Marcus feels like he’s about to break, his throat thick and heart heavy with want.
“Please”, he moans eventually, his body tight with tension as he lets the head of Joel’s dick fall out of his mouth.
“So say it,” Joel demands, tugging at his hair so he has no choice but to stare up at him. “If you want it, you-...”
“Fuck my mouth,” Marcus breathes, not even caring about how much his voice is shaking. “Please fuck my mouth, sir.”
So Joel does.
One hand in Marcus’ hair, the other under his chin to hold him in place, and as he keeps his eyes locked on Marcus’, he calmly slides his thick cock into the wet heat that Marcus offers. Going so deep without missing a beat that for a moment Marcus isn’t sure whether he can take it all without warming up, mouth and heart full of Joel just as he wants it. But there’s no need to wonder, because Joel knows - gives him exactly what he needs, uses him the way they both want it, reassuring Marcus in every way that he’s got him.The caresses, murmured praise, the salty taste of pre-cum leaking on Marcus’ tongue as his breathing keeps getting heavier.
Joel pushes him just a little further every time he slides back into Marcus’ mouth, hips steady and hands confidently holding him at just the right angle, until Marcus can feel his cock in his throat, has to work hard on relaxing more so his gag reflex doesn’t kick in - because he wants this. No thoughts, just the coarse tickle of Joel’s pubes against his nose. Just Joel filling him up so much that he can barely breathe, anything but graceful as he’s drooling around his length.
The rush of being pushed to his limits, of feeling Joel’s stomach pressed against his forehead once he has taken all of his cock, the “Good boy, Marcus - fuck, FUCK” in Joel’s strained desperate voice as he keeps himself inside - keeps Marcus in place with a hand firmly on the back of his head.
He groans around Joel’s thickness, eyes rolling nearly back into his head when he feels the piercing’s zing once again. It’s always good, but this time - inside of his throat - it vibrates through him in a way that makes his head spin. It’s overwhelming, making it hard to breathe, but it’s all he can think of right now. Even though he hears Joel hush him and calm him down, even tries to withdraw from Marcus’ mouth, he feels frenzied now and needs more. More as he starts to bop his head on his own accord now, creating more friction for Joel as well as his own benefit, as he’s unwilling to let go - despite Joel's repeated attempt to pull out of him.
Instead he doubles down in his determination, despite the fact that it’s making him gag, with tears coming to his eyes as he pushes himself further and harder. Because all he can think right now is how good the rush feels, how alive and unfettered his body and mind are in this moment, filled up with Joel. So much that he’s barely even aware of the bedside lamp that has started to flicker its light erratically, and the low buzzing of other electronics in the room.
“Marcus,” Joel’s hoarse voice is barely a whimper, but his hand grabbing Marcus’ hair tightly is a lot more adamant and forceful, trying to pull him off his cock. “Calm down. Hey, you gotta let go-...”
He shakes his head, barely able to keep breathing because of how filled up he is, and oh- that was a mistake. His throat contracts almost violently, and before he knows it he’s half choking on Joel’s dick, his face a blur of tears and spit. This time Joel literally drags him off his cock, pulling it completely out of his mouth as he snaps their safe word at Marcus.
It’s hard to even hear it through his coughing fit. Marcus’ throat feels just as raw as his dick is hard, both almost painfully throbbing as he tries to catch his breath - pressing his forehead against Joel’s hip as he sucks air into his lungs. His brain initially doesn’t register how Joel is leaning over him, hands quick to undo the cuffs, but once he gets it, he starts to protest despite his foggy brain.
“Sir, no...”, he pants, turning his head so it’s now his cheek that’s pressed against the warmth of Joel’s pelvis. He licks his lips when he realizes just how close this puts him to Joel’s cock again, and without even thinking twice he leans in, mouthing the heavy ball sack in front of him, just wanting Joel inside of him somehow.
“Fuck. No, c’mon,” Joel’s gasp is barely concealed as he removes both cuffs, then gently urges Marcus’ mouth off his balls. It’s taking Marcus effort to not whine at it, his head cloudy from the rush that got snatched away too soon from him, but he follows Joel’s lead nevertheless, legs cramping as he gets back up to his feet with Joel’s support.
“Not ‘sir’ anymore, just me,” Joel warns him before he can say anything, and then there’s just Joel’s mouth on his, hot and hungry and impatient and comforting. His hands are fast as he strips Marcus from his shirt and underwear before discarding his own clothes, and then finally - FINALLY - Marcus gets what he wants, what he’s been craving. All of Joel, naked and warm and on top of him, their cocks rubbing together, and he’s never been more glad about having prepped earlier in the shower.
“Need you inside right now.” His voice is hoarse and gruff from the deep throating, but he pushes the words out anyway, unable to wait any longer. He’s not even sure which one of them grabs the lube from the nightstand. All that registers is the look of arousal on Joel’s face when his index finger slides inside so easily, just like the second one, and Marcus almost whines when he feels Joel’s fingers curl inside of him.
“Fucked yourself open in the shower for me?” Joel’s voice is just one long needy growl, and moments later the head of his dick presses against Marcus’ asshole, slick with lube. “Ohhh, FUCK,” he breathes, and Marcus moans, digging his fingers into Joel’s back as if he’s literally trying to pull him inside. “Yes, yes - take it, all of me, just like that…”
“Don’t have to go slow.” Marcus buries his face against Joel’s shoulder, then hisses in pleasure at Joel sinking fully inside of him, all in one smooth go. “God - yes, please, please.” He’s always come up short with a way to describe the sensations he feels from the apadravya piercing, even after more than fifteen years, and this time is no exception. It would feel good for anyone, but with the way his body and powers respond to metal - having that hit his sweet zone becomes unlike anything else he’s ever felt.
Everything seems foggy, but in that really good kind of way that lets him surrender himself, lost in the feel and smell and taste of Joel. He’s drunk on him and still wants more, more pliable than he usually is, as every thrust feels both too intense yet not quite enough.
“So tight for me always,” Joel’s breathing hitches, his voice almost like a coo for a moment, and Marcus groans when Joel thrusts a little harder into him, straightening up so he has a better angle. “I know, baby, I know, you feel so goddamn good. I’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he reassures him, groaning in frustration when his position doesn’t quite allow him to go as deep as he wants to. “Hang in there. Gonna move you,” he promises, and Marcus whines when he feels him pull out. But Joel is quick and strong, and moments later he has Marcus laying right at the bottom corner of the bed.
He grabs Marcus’ leg and brings it up to rest over his left shoulder, improving the angle and grip on him, and Marcus watches breathlessly as Joel strokes his dick. Foreskin sliding up and down, once again that teasing flash of metal, and then he guides his cock back to Marcus’ ass. “Here we go. Y’got it, always taking me so well”, Joel reassures him with a soft chuckle, and then it’s just all white hot heat for Marcus as Joel fills him up even more than before - going even deeper at this new angle.
“Open your mouth, take these fingers for me,” Joel groans and Marcus obliges promptly, wrapping his lips around Joel’s thick fingers the same way he did earlier with his cock.
“Please…” he gasps, full of want and desperation, and fuck - Joel towering over him in this position makes him seem even broader than usual, and even more in charge, turning the rest of Marcus’ brain into mush. He sucks harder on Joel’s fingers, stroking himself as his cock throbs hard, especially seeing how much it affects Joel to be inside of him in more than just one way. It makes Joel even more feral, thrusting faster into him, and Marcus can tell it’s not gonna be much longer before he’s gonna come on Joel’s cock.
“I know, I know. You wanna be so full of me always,” Joel hushes him, and Marcus moans in response. “Every single way, huh? Taking whatever I give you.” He pulls his fingers out of Marcus’ mouth and leans down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, growling softly as he claims him with his tongue. Marcus’ cock jumps hard as Joel’s fingers wipe the leaked pre-cum off his sticky stomach, using it for lubrication as he pushes Marcus’ hand aside and takes over jerking him off.
“Good boy,” Joel gasps as their kiss ends, thrusting hard into Marcus. “Ooh, you’re such a good fucking boy, Marcus.”
Marcus’ breathing stutters at the praise, his hips jerking up against Joel as he buries his face against his sweaty hair. Heat is flashing through his body, even more intense thanks to the metal stud of Joel’s piercing hitting his prostate, and he can hardly breathe as his climax is so close to hitting, making him oblivious to everything else around them.
“What the FUCK?”
The voice is so shrill that Marcus doesn’t even recognize it - he just startles, suddenly jerked away from the release that was about to overtake him. But before he can look at who is suddenly standing in the room, Joel swears under his breath - his arms protectively cradling him closer, turning Marcus’ head away from the sudden intruder.
“What the… DAD ??”
“Shit!” The shock slams heavily into Marcus’s body as panic takes over, his fucked out brain only now realizing who walked in on Joel and him. It’s his daughter.
His fingers claw into Joel’s shoulders to stop him from moving, not realizing Joel had already stopped doing that, and he’s scrambling to gather his wits so he could give any explanation for what she just walked into. “Honey, this isn’t what—...”
“HE HAS HIS DICK UP YOUR ASS!! What is not—” He hears her gasp as she abruptly interrupts herself to stop speaking - clearly realizing this was not the moment to start an argument. There should be something he could say, Marcus thinks to himself, trying to shake himself out of the mental paralysis that seems to have overtaken him, but there’s nothing he can think of. Judging by how Joel keeps him covered and prevents him from looking at his kid, he seems to be of exactly that same thought.
“I thought… But you… Fucking assholes. You’re screwing each other? ”, she continues in disbelief, followed by the noise of her knocking into furniture. “You’re screwing each other?? Mom!!” With a loud yell she leaves the room, followed by her footsteps rushing down the stairs.
It’s like her departure suddenly brings air back into the room, because at last Marcus can breathe in deeply, oxygen finally rushing into his lungs. So does Joel, who sighs deeply as he finally lets Marcus turn his head so they can look at each other.
“You’re okay?”, Joel asks him softly, but all Marcus can do initially is shake his head.
No. He’s not okay, not in the slightest bit.
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Joel’s POV
The panic in Marcus’ eyes is abundantly clear, his eyes growing even bigger when his daughter storms out of the bedroom, yelling for her mom. “Shit. Shit, Joel, we - I’ve gotta–”
Joel shakes his head immediately, his hand firm against Marcus’ chest as he stops him from getting up. “Yeah, no,” he says calmly, letting Marcus’ leg slide off his left shoulder. “You don’t gotta do nothing. And we ain’t done here.”
The lights in the bedroom are flickering erratically, some spiking in brightness that shouldn’t be possible for regular bulbs in household lamps. Others are blinking and buzzing in a jittery way that sounds suspiciously like Marcus’ elevated heartbeat under Joel’s warm hand.
Once again Joel shakes his head. “Marcus. Look at me. Breathe.” He gently urges Marcus down on his back again, brushing his fingers through Marcus’ hair as he brings their foreheads together.
“You’re fine.” A soft whisper, knowing it requires more attention to listen to than his usual speaking voice would. That’s exactly what Marcus needs in moments like this; something to focus on that pulls him out of his head, gets him out of the anxiety. “Hey. You hear me? Repeat it.”
Marcus shakes his head, too dumbstruck by what just happened. Joel tries to stop himself from sighing, nudging his nose softly against Marcus - and cursing the interruption. Not just for the obvious reasons, but also because Marcus is right back at where he was earlier that day; high strung and anxious, as if all of Joel’s efforts to clear his mind had been for nothing.
“Repeat. It.”
“I’m… fine. I’m fine.” Marcus doesn’t sound too convincing as he takes another deep breath, his head tilting upward as he brushes his lips over Joel’s. “Promise I’m fine,” he then manages, and as if on cue the lights around them stop flickering; some of them turning off, while others stay as they were earlier.
Joel nods, hums in relief as he lets his tongue lick softly at Marcus’ lower lip. “Good. She’s an adult - she’ll be fine too. Cranky, but that ain’t nothing new,” he muses, and Marcus’ laugh bubbles up quick and suddenly as he wraps his arms around Joel, heaving a sigh of relief.
“But what if she…”
“No.” Joel moves up with a frown, gently shrugging Marcus’ arms off, then also pulls his cock out of him, ignoring the gasp of disappointment that gets him in return. “Thought I told you that you’re fine. We clear or not?”, he asks as he gets up and reaches for the water on his nightstand, taking a few gulps of it as he admires Marcus laying spread out on the bed.
It’s not often enough Joel gets to see him like this, just - laying down. Not doing something. The work at the Heroics HQ had been keeping Marcus away from home more than usual, which neither Joel nor Nicole were too pleased with. But it had been a very long time since anyone had been able to convince Marcus that he needed a break, no matter the tempting suggestions they’d presented to him.
“You’re so bossy.” But Marcus smiles as he watches Joel rummage through his nightstand, pulling out a few things he drops next to one of the pillows before he gets back on the bed.
“You like that about me,” Joel reminds him, leaning down to press a kiss against Marcus’ belly who groans happily in return.
“I do. That - and that big cock of yours. Good selling points.” Marcus fingers some of the gray streaks that have started creeping into Joel’s hair lately, wrapping a lock or two around his index finger. “Maybe a few other things that I like, too.”
Joel grins. “Good. Can’t live on cock alone - we’re not twenty anymore.” He rubs his hand over Marcus’ belly, watching the shivers run down to his neatly trimmed pubes. The dark hair is still sticky from all that precum Marcus had leaked earlier, even though he is no longer erect right now due to the unexpected interruption.
For a moment Joel’s mind drifts to Marcus’ daughter barging in on them. He felt bad for her, even though she had no business being in his room in the first place. At age 22, she hardly was a child anymore, but that didn’t make it any less unfortunate that she walked in on this - or that Nicole now had to explain the situation to her. But there was nothing that Joel could do about that, except let it go for the time being. Because right now, Marcus needed him - was craving the mind clearing bliss that would allow him to go back to work again later.
“Hey. Where’d you go, Miller?” Marcus’ voice and the gentle tug on his hair brings him back into the moment. Joel shakes his head as he runs his hands over Marcus’ narrow waist, giving his cheeks a quick squeeze.
“Didn’t go anywhere, I’m right here.” He kisses Marcus’ belly button, mapping his skin with his lips and tongue as he moves lower, running his fingers through Marcus’ sticky, matted down pubic hair. “Look at you being a mess. Just how I like you.”
Marcus whimpers when Joel brushes his nose against his cock, giving him a few small licks before he runs his tongue all over the sticky head. “God, Joel. You can’t just say shit like that.”
“ ‘Course I can. Know what that does to you.” He knows they don’t have long until Marcus is leaving again, but he’ll take what he can get for now. Teasing Marcus with his tongue and lips, toying with his foreskin - the gasps that escape from Marcus when Joel pushes his tongue inside of it simply never fail. So Joel ignores the clock on the wall, taking his time to let his mouth pay homage to every bit of Marcus’ cock and balls, feeling how most of the tension has left his body by now. His moves are slow and hazy, lips parted in pleasure the entire time as he watches Joel go down on him. But by the time he’s almost fully erect, his hips are pushing up needily, wanting so much more than he is getting right now. “Joel. Want you back inside of me.”
Joel grabs the lube he’d put next to the pillow, squeezing a considerable amount on his hand which he then uses to fists his cock, slicking himself up anew. Marcus likes it wet, messy and intense - and Joel was never shy about using plenty of lube, wanting to make sure Marcus could take him the way and for as long as he wanted to.
He slips the three metal rings on his right hand when Marcus’ eyes are closed for a moment. They’re thick, even around his fingers, and Joel flexes them as he gets used to the initial heating of the metal to match his body temperature.
“You want it hard, baby?” Joel runs his fingers over the head of his dick, thumbing the two metal metal studs from his apadravya piercing. He still remembers the first time they fucked after it had healed. Marcus wouldn’t let him out of his bed for a full day, eager to discover all the new ways that Joel felt and tasted and responded to him. That little zing that still happens whenever Marcus cups Joel’s dick, even if he’s fully clothed. By now, Joel was more than adept at making Marcus fall apart for him so beautifully, especially with the apadravya stimulating his prostate.
But the rings… They were still a fairly new addition, another experiment by Joel. He was no scientist when it came to electromagnetic waves, but he knew what worked for Marcus. And every time Joel fucked him while also using his ringed hand to jerk him off, the eventual release would simply knock Marcus out. Even Joel could feel the pieces of metal respond to each other, which would almost violently shove him towards a release that made his brain short circuit.
“Yes.” Marcus’ eyes are black with need as he watches Joel, breathing heavily as he reaches out to run his hands over Joel’s soft belly. “I really… Really need it hard. Please, Joel.”
“Not gonna slow down.” He can’t help but wrap his fingers around Marcus’ wrist, bringing his hand up so he can press a kiss to his palm, nuzzling his stubble against the soft skin. “Unless you decide to safe word.”
“I know. We’re good.” Marcus’ free hand slides lower on Joel’s belly, down until he reaches Joel’s cock, the fat head leaking against Marcus’ taint. He covers it with his hand, and Joel holds his glance as he sees Marcus focus on him - his breathing easing down, eyes becoming more clear, and then Joel feels the tingling around his piercing and Marcus’ fingers.
“Fuuuck,” he growls in a low voice, slowly - oh so slowly - rubbing his cock against Marcus’ taint, enjoying how sensitive both of them already are. Marcus’ breathing hitches, and Joel can feel him shiver as he just lets go - lets his mind go blank, stay in the moment, willing and accepting anything that Joel wanted to do to him and with him. No Heroics, no being in charge, no city of Austin.
Joel takes his time to sink into Marcus, inch by inch, knowing that if he goes too fast they’re both going to blow in no time. Once he’s fully inside he holds still for a moment, his cock throbbing from the sensation of being enveloped by Marcus.
“Fuck, you always feel so good.” The words escape from Joel’s lips before he can even think about them. When he puts his ringed hand on Marcus’ stomach, the response is instantaneous. Electricity rolls through Marcus’ body as a thunderstorm, making him jerk up, and Joel can’t control himself anymore when he sees Marcus’ pupils dilate, as he’s gasping both in pleasure and need.
“Take it. Take me, pretty boy, that’s it - that’s it, yes,” he pants as he picks up his pace. Their mouths crash together, desperate kisses from both of them as Joel fucks him, needing very little time to get both of them riding as high as they were right before they got interrupted. When Joel wraps his ringed fingers around Marcus’ cock, he feels the charge jump through their bodies - whatever that exactly means -, setting off sparks around them as light bulbs and devices start to buzz again. This time it’s no stress response, but Marcus coming apart under him, having let down all of his defenses to surrender to Joel.
And Joel fucking loves it. It’s his absolute favorite thing in the world, taking Marcus apart and watch him get fucked up. Eyes wide and so dark as he gets all cock drunk, greedily rocking his hips along with Joel’s moves. Fingers trying to hold on to him, and digging into Joel’s shoulders, arms, and the sounds he makes as Joel jerks him off make Joel wish that he could just record them, keep them with him at all times.
When Joel takes a particular hard thrust into Marcus, he swears that for a moment he hears Marcus’ voice on the inside of his brain. “Harder,” a plea that’s not coming from Marcus’ lips, but from somewhere deep within his chest. “Hold me down.” And that - THAT is Joel’s cue. Because Marcus may be a Heroic, a leader for their city and justice, but this… this was the man himself surrendering, this was no longer a superhero, but simply desire as sharp as nails digging into Joel’s skin.
Joel reaches up with one hand and gathers Marcus’ wrists above his head like earlier, seeing and feeling him tremble as he nods breathlessly. “Make it quiet,” Marcus gasps, and Joel takes over his mouth again with a deep kiss until all of Marcus’ words have disappeared.
“No more thinking. Want you to come on my cock.”
Marcus cries as he nods, arms trying to shove Joel’s away, but Joel knows how he works. Knows that he’s about a minute away from losing it. “You heard me,” he runs his tongue over Marcus’ neck, then sucks a hickey into the sensitive skin. “Y’wanted me to fuck the noise out of your head?” Joel’s hand tightens as he keeps holding Marcus’ wrists pressed down hard against the bed, feeling the shock waves that are running through him start to increase.
The moment Joel’s ringed fingers close around Marcus’ throbbing and leaking cock, he can feel that Marcus is pretty much done for. He feels him buck up against him, hands trying to break free, but Joel shakes his head as he only holds him down more.
“I’d threaten to tie you up, but you’re not even gonna last that long, baby,” Joel coos at him, and Marcus fucking whines at him, begs him even louder this time. His cock twitches hard as Joel jerks him off roughly, electricity bouncing between their bodies in a way that makes it impossible to tell where it starts and where it ends.
“Where d’you want it?”, Joel pants against his ear, his tight grip still holding Marcus pinned to the bed. “Tell me. Use that filthy mouth of yours. Want me to come on your face?” Marcus twitches under them, wordless, so Joel takes it a little further. “On your chest? Down your throat?”
“You know… where.” Marcus’ voice stutters, and this time there are sparks flying around Joel’s fingers, around his rings. “Ple–...”
“Use your goddamn words, Marcus,” Joel growls as he shifts his hips and drives himself home, right against Marcus’ prostate, until Marcus’ body convulses and his teeth bite hard into Joel’s shoulder.
“Inside,” Marcus sobs, and Joel feels him spurt his hot seed onto both of their bellies. “Fuck, Joel, come inside, want you to fill me up.”
“That’s right. Take it like a good boy, all of me,” Joel gasps, and then everything goes bright-hot-white in his head as his body gives out from holding on so long. He buries his face against Marcus’ neck as he shakes, fucking the last bit of his come deep into him before he collapses, completely spent.
It takes him a while to recover, only coming back to his senses by the feeling of Marcus’ lips on his face - soft kisses and sweet whispers as he cradles Joel’s head against him. Joel whimpers, then shakes his head weakly when he feels Marcus start to move - knows he’s about to get up and grab the nearest thing for clean up. “Mmmm, no, no. Not yet,” he mumbles as he puts pressure again on Marcus’ wrists to hold him pinned to the bed, stopping him in his tracks. “Gimme a sec.”
He feels Marcus’ cock twitch hard, despite being completely spent, followed by a deep sigh from Marcus. “If you do that again, I’m just gonna stay and not go back to work,” he mumbles against Joel, who can’t stop himself from smiling. Perfect.
“Got a better idea.” He smacks the side of Marcus’ ass, tilting his hips up to him so he can pull out of him with ease, going much slower than he usually does. “Stay like this for a second,” he orders Marcus, resisting the urge to spread his cheeks and watch his warm cum drip out of him. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”
He sweeps his fingers through Marcus’ come on his belly and spreads it over the head of the compact metal butt plug he’d taken out of the nightstand earlier. No - it’s gonna have to stay in him for a while with that press conference coming up. So he takes a quick dollop of lube and slicks up the toy some more, then spreads Marcus’ legs a little wider for him.
“How about you keep that f’me, huh? Until you get back home later.”
Marcus gasps as Joel pushes the metal plug inside of him, hips bucking up as his ass eagerly takes the offering. “No, Joel, God… I have to do a press conference,” he croaks, looking at Joel in disbelief as the static crackles between those rings, Joel’s piercing and the plug that’s now snugly inside of him. “You can’t–...”
“ ‘Course I can. Just did it. ” Joel smiles slowly, tiredly at him, as he leans down for one more kiss. “You’ll have a little something to remind you of me.” He strokes his fingers one more time over Marcus’ ass, making sure there’s no discomfort - he knows Marcus can take it, because it hasn’t been the first time Joel sent him back to work like this. Though never before when he was scheduled to talk to press.
“Bastard,” Marcus mutters, but he can’t hide the smile on his face as he gazes at Joel. “Were you always such a fucking menace?”
“Yeap. That, being bossy, and having a big ol’ cock is what kept you hooked on me all those years.” Joel grins as he moves to sit up, groaning when his back protests slightly. “Consider it an incentive to come home right after you’re done.”
“What’s the reward if I do?”
A slow grin spreads over Joel’s face as he raises an eyebrow at Marcus.
“If you’re good, I’ll let your wife eat my come out of you when you come home to us.”