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Through narrowed eyes, the only thing Jean could see was a small, flickering flame. He watched it create wisps of light along the walls of his dark apartment, interrupted by the frame of his lover as he set two more on the counter. “Wind is getting pretty wild.” Marco hummed, turning around with the last candle cupped between his hands. “They said it should die down by morning.”
Jean groaned to himself, curling up in one his favorite plush blankets on the couch. “We’ll see the real damage when we wake up, I guess. Category 3 is nothing to sneeze at.”
Marco let out a little laugh and crawled up onto the couch with him, pulling Jean close by the slight curve of his waist. “They always say these things are gonna be worse than they are… What, are you scared?”
“Not scared, just vaguely inconvenienced.” Jean nuzzled himself further into his lover, taking in the added warmth the blanket could never provide. This was their first time spending the night at the other's house, not necessarily by choice but by the wind and rain’s hand. Jean didn’t feel comfortable driving against it, though if he had he still wouldn’t have left. He would have just as easily lied about his fear and stayed regardless. “I didn’t think the power would go out so soon, I didn’t even have time to make dinner… and of course my stove is electric-”
“It’s kind of fun.” Marco snickered just behind Jean’s ear, sending goosebumps shooting up the man’s spine. “We can play a game, or watch a movie on my laptop until it dies… or we could just cuddle and talk.” He mused. Just behind the curtains a flash of white light lit up the corners of the window, followed by its low growl trickling in.
Jean wasn’t ready to admit he was scared of something as childish as rolling thunder, so instead he hid that alarm by holding his breath until it ceased. “When I was little, before my dad died, he used to always keep a pack of cards in a drawer for when the power went out. He taught me and my mom how to play all these obscure games, and he would whoop our asses every time.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Do you have a deck?”
Marco inched up the blankets around Jean’s waist with the tips of his fingers, his nose brushing against the back of his ear as he spoke. “Probably not… I’m not a big fan of card games.”
Jean felt a bit of arousal pang in his chest when Marco’s bare hands dipped under the fabric of his shirt, rubbing slow circles in the skin there. He was always so attentive to his body, in inconspicuous ways that made Jean wonder if he really wanted to cuddle or if he wanted more than he was willing to say out loud. He was far more forward with his actions than his words, and Jean liked that. “I don’t suppose there’s something else you wanted to do…”
“I’ve never had you for a full night.” Marco brushed his lips against the back of his neck, finishing his thought with the careful dart of his tongue there. “There’s a lot I want to do.”
Jean’s lips parted, but he didn’t speak. The saliva Marco had left on his neck cooled as he moved on to different, more sensitive places with his mouth- further down until his tongue met the collar of his shirt. Jean briefly wondered just how many people took advantage of the boredom in this exact situation, taking the time to peel the clothing off their lovers in the dim candlelight. This time, the growl that came from Marco’s chest completely distracted Jean from the one outside his window, earning Marco a quiet moan.
That sweet noise was all it took to allow Marco’s wandering hands to grip a little harder, push up his shirt a little more…
“Do you have a condom?” Jean’s voice cascaded from his throat in an unsteady whimper.
Marco paused, pulling back a moment. “Yeah… yeah, of course. There’s one in my wallet.” He shimmied out from behind Jean to reach for it, pulling the square package out with shaky hands. “I um, always keep one on hand just in case.”
Jean felt his cheeks burn as he looked down at it, plucking it from between Marco’s fingers. Him and Marco had never been intimate before, other than some heavy petting of the occasional handjob or fingering. Regardless of how much Jean wanted to, he never found the right time to talk to him about it past their frequent heated texting sessions in the dead of night. He always wondered what it would actually be like, if perhaps Marco was able to make him moan the way the other men and women he slept with had failed to. It was the uncertainty of self enjoyment that held him back more than anything.
“We don’t have to.” Marco reassured him, tracing his thumb along his sharp jawline. “You can tell me if you’re not ready.”
Jean shook his head. “I want to. I’m just a little nervous…”
Marco readjusted himself on the couch, taking one of Jean’s hands to guide it up his thigh. “We can start out slow.” He held Jean’s palm against him a moment before inching it further to greet Marco’s hardening cock through his sweats. “Look what you do to me…”
Jean squeezed his fingers around the shaft as he inhaled sharply through his nose. An all too familiar heat pooled into the depths of his stomach at the thought of how little it took to arouse his partner. All Marco had done was touch his skin, listen to his breathy moans, and he was already erect all for him. Jean turned his head to where Marco had leaned in, swiping his tongue carefully against his lower lip.
Marco shivered at his wordless consent on furthering their encounter, releasing his grip on Jean’s hand to cradle his neck as he explored the gentle motion of his lover's tongue.
His hesitant pacing made Jean feel more loved than he ever had before, or he suspected he ever would again. There was no one like Marco- there was no man that would ever match his gentle kisses, nor person he’d ever trusted with his body to such a degree. Jean turned himself around so he could crawl up into Marco’s lap, giving his hips a cautious roll. He reveled in the feeling of Marco’s cock twitching between the thin fabric of their sweatpants. Jean had the perfect angle set to frot his clit against Marco’s shaft, causing them both to moan out against the stagnant air of his apartment.
“You’re so handsome.” Marco murmured, leaning his back against the edge of the couch to watch the methodical thrust of Jean’s hips sparsely lit by the flickering candles behind him. He reached forward to pull his hands up Jean’s chest, letting his palms rest on his sides while his thumbs rubbed back and forth against the scarring there.
Jean shakily grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and tucked it into his mouth so Marco could get a better look, pleased by the way his lover's tongue brushed hungrily against his own upper lip. He barely had the pleasure of admiring them before Marco closed his lips around his right nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a gentle suck. The act halted Jean’s hips in bliss, the hand holding the condom tightening its grip. Like he’d thought a million times before, Marco was very much the type to get off on his pleasure, and the way his hips slammed back up into Jean’s when he stopped moving only proved it. The sound of shifting fabric and the smack of Marco’s lips on his skin was driving him mad with lust. If Jean didn’t move positions, or suggest a little foreplay, he might just orgasm from this alone.
“Can I…” Jean let his shirt fall from between his teeth. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
Marco didn’t stop moving, roughly digging his nails into Jean’s waist even when he nodded his head in agreement. Jean tilted his head back to enjoy it for a minute more before roughly pushing Marco off.
Jean was no stranger to touching men, and though he preferred that over women he was arguably worse at pleasing male lovers. Handjobs aside, he wanted to do a little more than he normally would to reward Marco for all the attention he was always receiving from the brunette. He inched himself back until he was on his knees between Marco’s legs, gazing up at him with his lust filled expression. If he let himself think too much about performance he would get too nervous to do anything, so he was quick to curl his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and tug them down in one, swift motion.
Marco moaned at the relief of having himself exposed. “Fuck.”
“Move your hips to the edge of the couch.” Jean tucked his hands underneath Marco’s knees, kissing and biting at his inner thighs as he did. Marco followed his instruction without hesitation, even allowing Jean to hold up his legs so he could survey his naked form. “You’re so pretty.” Jean cooed, diving his head down to lick a thin strip up his shaft. He stopped at the head to swish his tongue back and forth against it, getting a good taste of him before sitting back up. Jean gazed up into Marco’s eyes through his eyelashes.
Marco, on the other hand, showed Jean a side of him that he hadn’t yet disclosed. Impatience.
Marco gripped at the base of his cock and lifted it towards his lips, giving them a gentle smack. “Open up.”
Jean had to tense his thighs to calm the heartbeat throbbing between his legs, parting his lips and letting his tongue hang loosely from his mouth. He didn’t bother to try and wipe the spit steadily beading off his lips, happily letting it drip down Marco’s shaft to display his own desperation. Jean wished the candles were a little closer so he could get a better look at the face he was making, but the orange flames that fluttered along his eyes ever so often was enough to drive him mad either way.
Without verbal confirmation Jean lowered himself, closing his lips around Marco’s shaft and cradling it with his cupped tongue. He used a bit of suction to pull his head along the roof of his mouth to test his gag reflex, and when he remained composed he attempted to take him just a bit deeper.
Jean started up an uneven pace, steadied by the hand Marco combed through his hair. He gazed up to see the muscles in Marco’s lower belly contracting, trying to keep his hips still instead of pushing his cock into the back of Jean’s throat like his body likely wanted him to. Without thinking, Jean set down one of Marco’s legs, dancing his fingers along his inner thigh to press two down against his entrance. The pressure made Marco’s thighs tense, and finally his hips did raise. Jean tried to meet the thrust by forcing his cock into the back of his throat, eyebrows furrowed at Marco whimpered into thin air. All the wet, sloppy sounds he was making drowned out whenever the sweet tone of Marco’s voice could be listened to instead. His pleasure drove Jean to lengths he wouldn’t normally go without asking, gagging harshly as he raised himself from his lover.
Jean put those two fingers into his mouth to coat them in a heavy layer of spit, bringing them back to rub careful circles around his entrance. “Is this okay?”
Marco looked to be holding his breath, giving Jean a slow nod of approval.
Jean took note of his body language and decided to take it a little easier on him. He still wanted to put that condom to use, and there would be no reason to if Marco came so quickly. Jean inched those fingers inside of him, transfixed on the way Marco’s body gratefully took each knuckle until he was firmly buried inside of him. Marco had fingered him plenty of times, but now that the tables were turned, he was the one who got to watch his lover writhe in pleasure underneath him. Jean experimented with each angle as he got to thrusting those digits, watching carefully until he heard the desperate whines he always wished to hear.
Marco tilted his head back in bliss, his thighs trembling as one hand flew to fist into the couch. “There-” He whimpered, and Jean adjusted his thrusts accordingly.
“Touch your cock for me, baby.” Jean muttered, waiting until Marco’s eyes met his to grin up at him.
“Can’t…” Marco’s eyebrows remained furrowed in a seemingly overwhelming amount of pleasure. “I’m gonna cum…”
“Already? You can do it…” Jean purred. He thrusted his fingers in a bit more shallow, paying the most attention to the firm, smooth spot inside of him that made Marco’s eyes cross.
“Can’t.” Marco whined again. His hand flew down to his cock, but he only tightened his grip around the base to hold back orgasm. “Close.”
As much as Jean wanted to keep those noises echoing across the walls, he carefully pulled out his fingers and dragged his nails along his inner thighs instead. He made a mental note to come back to that, to remember just how good he could make his boyfriend feel with so little stimulation in just the right spot. He looked around for where he had dropped the condom, picking it out from under Marco’s thigh and tearing it open carefully with his teeth.
The situation had turned from Jean’s insecurities towards the situation to a very submissive Marco, and though he was thoroughly enjoying just how loud he could get, Jean found himself growing insatiable. He quickly checked the condom for holes before he brushed the opening against the head of Marco’s cock. “How do you want me?”
Marco looked down at Jean, bringing his thumb to his chin to wipe some of the dripping saliva from it while Jean slid the condom down his shaft. “Whichever lets me see your face best…”
Jean bashfully released Marco’s cock, springing to his feet so he could wiggle his sweats and boxers to the floor. He couldn’t help but be a little nervous, considering Marco’s girth and how eager he seemed to be, but he tried to relax in hopes things would go painlessly. Jean was obscenely wet, after all. He crawled up on the couch and nudged Marco up with his feet, holding out his arms for Marco to burrow himself into.
“Are you nervous?” Marco asked, shifting his thighs so Jean’s could rest his on top of them.
“A little.” Jean laughed. He playfully tugged off Marco’s shirt before doing the same with his own, returning his hands to cradle his lover's neck. Beside them, the candles burned, giving their passionate stare a movie-like quality to it. Marco was so beautiful and Jean was so lucky to be vulnerable like this underneath a man of his caliber.
Marco dove in for another quick kiss while he fumbled around with his cock in the dark, chuckling when he couldn’t quite find where he was going.
“Let me help.” Jean jumped a bit when Marco brushed past his ass, unable to stop an abrupt giggle. “Not there- well, not tonight anyway.”
“Sorry, it’s a little slippery.”
Jean was vaguely embarrassed by that, however it wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade him from his path. “It’s okay…” He reached down to gently take hold of Marco’s shaft, adjusting his own hips so he had easier access. Sex aside, being silly and naked with his lover was so intimate. The sense of feral need between laughter made it all the more special. “Here.” Jean placed the head of his cock against his entrance. He gazed up at Marco with a grin. “Go slow.”
Marco inched his hips forward enough for Jean to remove his hand, taking in a slow inhale. “You’re okay?”
“I’m okay.” Jean brought both hands up to his cheeks, one thumb brushing past his plump lips. Marco kept his eyes locked on Jean as he started to move. The closeness they shared, along the slide of Marco’s cock inside of him, made Jean’s mouth hang open in bliss. It was better than he’d expected his first time with Marco to be, and significantly better than it was with anyone else. Perhaps the reason was because Jean had never been in love the way he was with him; Marco certainly wasn’t his first love, but he wanted him to be his last.
Once Marco had fully sheathed himself inside of Jean, he peppered his face with kisses. Both of his eyes, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, any bit of skin he could get at, causing a light laughter from the blonde. “Are you still okay?”
“Just fuck me.” Jean didn’t intend for his voice to catch in his throat like that, nor did he expect the slow roll and return of Marco’s hips to light a fire inside of him. Their bodies must have been meant for each other; Marco fit so perfectly, and he hit all the spots Jean had to maneuver his other partners to find. The sudden need for them to be closer could only be quelled by the forceful kiss Jean launched Marco into, feeding both of their desires to keep meshing their bodies impossibly close.
Marco’s thrusts became better paced, following the trembling of Jean’s hips with every smack against them. The wind was still ripping past their windows, but the only sound that rang through Jean’s ears was Marco’s labored breathing against his lips as they stayed parted above his own. If there was ever a time to tell Marco he loved him it was now, in the throws of passion by candlelight. He opened his mouth to sing those sweet words, only to devolve into the most desperate of moans when Marco found the perfect angle. His hands flew to grip at his short brown hair, forcing their mouths together once more as their orgasms continued to build.
It didn’t take more than a couple more thrusts for Marco to melt into Jean, throwing his hips down with such weight that he felt the cushions of the couch dipping from underneath him. The sound of Marco’s incoherent whimpering helped Jean join him at the edge and promptly tip. He threw his legs around Marco to keep him close as his body pleaded for his cum, grateful and frustrated by the condom that separated them. It was safer, Jean had to remind himself, though in that moment safety was the last thing on his mind. The only thought in his spaced out, post orgasm brain was Marco .
They lay there trembling in each other's arms for some time after they had both cooled off, the sweat that had gathered on their skin drying against the slight draft from Jean’s window. Just as Marco lifted his head to admire him through the darkness the oven beeped on, followed by the lights flickering back to life. They gazed at one another for a moment, blinked, and devolved into a fit of laughter.
“You still hungry?” Marco nuzzled his nose against Jean’s. “I can make you something.”
“ Starving .”