After Hours

Marcus comes crashing in after a long shift, hanging up his coat that was covered in a layer of snow and taking off his shoes. He sniffed and wiped his cherry-red nose only to see a head pop around the corner and smile. He met the pair of blue eyes with a soft smirk that pricked at the corners of his lips.

“Rough night?” Milo called out before the faint sound of soft footsteps drew closer. “It was packed like you wouldn’t believe, how were classes?” Marcus’s hand snaked around Milo’s waist as he flooded his cheek with little pecks here and there, Milo's hands finding their way into Marcus’s hair, pulling off his hat and hanging it up. “About as fun as you'd expect it to be, why don’t you come further inside, I lit up the fire.” Milo beckoned, letting his hands slide down Marcus’s chest and into his cold palms.

Marcus shrugged and smiled, “I guess I’ve got a few minutes to spare,” he teased. Milo rolled his eyes and walked them to the couch. “Did you know a new season of Bug Rangers is out? I was scared they discontinued it after Reggie’s numbnut got stung by a bullet ant, but guess not, not that a bullet ant ever killed anyone before or anything.” Marcus just smiled and sat down sprawling out on the couch. “What? No bug rangers tonight?” Milo raised an eyebrow as he sat down on the couch alongside Marcus, gently leaning into him. “Nothing, just glad to be home is all, start it up.” He flicked his hand, watching Milo surf through channels until he landed on the desired one.

Marcus’s hand rubbed up and down Milo’s back while they lay there, melting into each other's touch. Milo was all but immersed in his show as Marcus fought with his mind. It's been a good second since they had been like this. He felt like an alcoholic with the way he drank up these moments, his whole body buzzing at the thought and need of having Milo even just near him.

He wasn’t sure when these lustful feelings started to creep in, but the more the year dragged on and the less and less they saw each other, even in their own home, the more he felt this magnetic pull towards him. Even though that was cheesy, he couldn’t help but feel a certain way when Milo was draped across him, so comfortable and pushing his head into his chest. The way his eyes fixated on the TV, his glasses glinting, the low lighting.

He cleared his throat, almost comically shaking his head to keep from exposing how out of control he felt around Milo. Marcus tangled his fingers in his partner's blonde locks, earning a glance. He tensed up at the way their eyes met. His heart raced as Milo adjusted to look him in the eyes. All the air escaped his lungs when a smile tugged at his lips. He sniffed when Milo's eyes drifted towards his lips and then back up into his eyes again.

“I never got that welcome home kiss,” Marcus said through a thick swallow, attempting to be smooth only for it to fall flat. “Is that so?” Milo shifted close and whispered. “Well, how rude of me to forget..” As their lips met he felt the air around them thicken into something more. Though the kiss was short, there was a pause. With a short breath, he willed himself to be brave and take something he had longed for even before he had gotten home. Marcus propped himself up more, hand sliding down Milo's side, lips colliding with his again, needing him like he needed air, drawing him in.

His cheeks darkened as they melted into the kiss. He broke away for a second, panting slightly, inches from Milo’s face, taking in his frame, his appearance, his cheeks, his eyes. Milo mirrored his fervoured expression, and before he knew it, they were kissing again. Marcus’s hand floated up and cupped Milo’s face, fingers slipping under his glasses. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away slightly, his body buzzing. “Milo..” He spoke softly, his vision clouded with Milo bright and center. Milo’s eyes never left his own as he bit on his inner lower lip, trying to contain his lips upward turn.

“Marcus,” Milo responded. A shiver ran through him at the sound of his name rolling off Milo’s tongue. He couldn’t help the way his body responded, his stomach flipping on its slide and blood running south. Puzzled at a lower movement, Milo directed his eyes lower before a gentle hand grabbed his chin and titled it back up. Milo was met with another kiss as a lustful tension swelled around them. His hands grabbed at Marcus’s shirt, crumpling it in his fingers as his body was slowly flipped onto his back, a guiding hand underneath.

Marcus pulled away, eyes searching Milo’s. His body felt electrified, captivated. Milo had opted to not be the one to make the first move since he feared making Marcus uncomfortable, and now with Marcus feeding into every thought he’d ever had, he felt an old lump in his throat dissipate and a lower appendage grow. Through a breathless voice, his eyes locked on Marcus, watching him form a sentence he’s all but longed for. “Is this alright..? Going further I mean,” he said in a short beat, waiting for Milo to respond. He sat still for a second, considering the weight of what he was asking. Marcus wasn’t one to ever open up to stuff like this, and he was worried it was out of his depth. “Is this what you want?” Milo asked a hint of regret behind his words, praying this blissful moment wouldn’t end.

“I..” There was a moment where all Milo could hear was the beat of his heart in his ears. It wrecked through his whole body, being louder than the TV that blared off to the side with Reginald fucking Lewis talking about bugs. “Yes.” Milo felt as if he could breathe again, his hands tracing the soft skin on Marcus’s face. He was soon embraced in yet another kiss, this one seering as he felt not only his own body reacting, but the physical effects of what his kiss was doing to his partner. His heart swelled at the thought.

Milo felt hands roam his body, exploring familiar yet untested waters. He arched into this touch, a soft sound leaving his mouth when a pair of lips worked their way down from his own to his cheek, to his neck. A trail of hungry kisses burned into his skin followed by the tugging of his clothes. With now warm hands slipping underneath his shirt and grabbing hold of his hips to drag him as close as possible.

Almost in a panic, clothes began to fly. Marcus grabbed at Milo’s pants and pulling them down in a frenzy. All that was left on them were their boxers and for a moment, the room was silent. “When did you uh.. Buy these.” Milo's cheeks flushed red at the sudden remembrance that he was wearing Bug Ranger underwear. “Merry Christmas?” He strained a smile, “God I love you so much.” Marcus chuckled, dipping down and laying heavy kisses on his stomach, slowly working his way to Milo’s V-line. “What? Can’t a man be comfy in his own home?” Marcus looked up and smirked. “Quite. Live on Bug Ranger.” Milo shoved his smug face and swung his legs up around Marucs’s head. “Oh my god! Let it go!”

“I really can’t” He cackled, looking directly into his eyes, then slowly letting them drop into the compromising position he was in. “Mm.. can’t say I’m complaining though, from this angle, you can really see the nice print!” Milo was on his way to flip and strangle him when a sensation hit him. He raised his gaze to find Marcus looking right back at him. “I mean seriously, these are high quality.” He let a flutter of kisses up and down the bulge that slowly began to form. “For as nice as these are, I fear that they have to go, so sad” He hooked his finger in his waistline and slowly pulled them down. Milo covered his face with his hands. “I’m never going to live this down..” He mumbled. “Nope! Which sucks cause these are some cute Bug Ranger Panties.” “Boxers.” Milo corrected. “Same difference,” he shrugged.

“NoOOoo” His voice faltered as he felt a gentle breath on his length before a kiss was delivered to his tip. “Panties go up your asscheeks, boxers don’t.” Milo proclaimed. “How would you know?” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “And wrong, boxers do the same thing, in fact, I had a bad wedgy when I got home.” Milo stared at him in disbelief. “Wow. I’m really turned on, gonna do a scratch and sniff next?” He responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Marcus smirked, “Maybe next time you can dig it out for me, think of it as couples bonding.” he half chuckled before letting his tongue slowly slide up Milo’s shaft, watching as a shiver wreaked through him. “You are so gross!” Milo retorted, trying to calm his heart rate and breathing simultaneously. Marcus just hummed and wrapped his tongue in a loop around the tip, feeling it twitch against his actions. “Just big and nasty,” Milo commented before a wave of pleasure hit him, making his back arch slightly, legs juddering. That only made Marcus more cocky, daring him to do more. It had been years since he felt this comfortable doing something like this, and of the couple times that they did try and engage in intimacy, he always felt bad about bailing, like he wasn’t being a good partner.

He wasn’t sure when this mentality had flipped, but he finally was at a point where he was ok with what was happening around him. A couple of the times they had tried had brought back painful memories and each time it felt as if the life was sucked from his chest. But after 4 years, he felt safe, he felt relief in finding someone who was willing to take it slow and understand. He may not have always been as open, but that never stopped Milo from noticing and taking a step back, and for that, he was grateful.

“Do we need to stop?” Milo asked, panting slightly, a worried glint in his eyes. “No, this is okay,” Marcus responded, slowly taking Milo’s length in his mouth, relishing in the way he excited reactions out of his partner, feeling as though he was giving back for all the times he couldn’t. Milo’s legs tightened around his head, Marcus’s cheeks heating up as a response to the sensation it brought him. Maybe he really was just big and nasty. His hands slid up to Milo’s thighs, pulling him slightly more towards him as he gave his best in pleasuring him. In a breathless gasp, Milo lifted his hips, bucking them upward.

Pulling up, Marcus wiped his mouth, untangling himself from Milo’s legs and shedding his only remaining layer. He planted himself above Milo, hands by either side of his head. He couldn’t help but kiss his cheek a few dozen times as he lowered himself slightly. His member twitched in anticipation at the contact, feeling an aroused companion line up with his own. His breathing was ragged as he slowly moved his hips. Milo was quick to wrap around him, hands grabbing desperately at his back.

“Fuck Milo..” he said with a heavy breath. “Turn this shit off.” Marcus talked over the TV, glancing towards it once only to shiver, though it was probably aided by the fact that Milo’s nails racked down his back. “I feel like a centipede is going to crawl out of my ass or something.” Milo cackled and let his head fall back. “What? You don’t like Reggie's sensual voice? I think it really adds to the mood. A thickkk accent.” He laughed harder as Marcus gently took off his glasses. “You know, I’m not particularly into the Aussie accent myself, but whatever gets you off.” Milo scoffed and reached for the remote. “Oh shut up..”

“I just want to focus on you”, Marcus voiced, kisses lapping up the side of Milo’s neck, no longer giving him the option to breathe freely. He needed, no. Wanted, the attention that was being handed to him on a silver platter. Milo was never one to beg for something, but this is all he craved. He had been patient up until this point and he felt he was bursting at the seams. He loved making sure Marcus was comfortable, but now since he knew he was matter-of-factly, he felt he could be greedy. He drew Marcus closer, chests colliding as he pushed his hips up to meet his lovers. This is the one thing that felt right in a world full of wrong that had crept its way in.

From the very beginning, since they had first tried, he knew that they had grown together. It wasn’t just Marcus moving past a pivotal moment, it was also himself. In the back of his mind he could hear and see the word sin scribbled in bold letters across his body, it inhabiting him, infecting him. The warm feeling of kisses met his cheek. Their eyes met for a moment, grounding him in the way Marcus always could. Growth. Like a sapling blooming into a giant tree, branches stretching over rivers and chasms. Leaves tussling in the wind, whipping wildly around. Roots buried deep within the soil that gave life to the tree that now stands tall and strong. They were no longer silly kids with silly dreams. They were grown and growing together.

Soft hands encapsulated him, slow movements rousing hidden sounds. They moved together, coils of pleasure eliciting this need for friction, all walls crumbling around them. Built-up hatred and barriers that saw no end now came crashing down like the last stable jenga block. They relished in each other's waves of ecstasy, frantic for a better taste. Hungrily, they devoured each other in what could only be described as bliss. Marcus slowly began to unravel, his heart racing as he clung to Milo in a desperate plea for a release. With a guttural groan, he collapsed on Milo, feeling him shudder underneath him, muffled whispers only making it to his ears in increments.

With his remaining strength, he lifted himself up again, fearful of hurting his partner below him. Hoping he hadn’t squashed him like a bug, he gently touched his cheek. Tender touches replacing the once-needy ones.

Milo leaned into his palm, panting breathlessly, eyes glazed over. Marcus could only smile and plant a small kiss on his lips before getting up to get them towels. Milo’s heart pounded so hard, he could feel it in his skin, his stomach doing somersaults. Not a second later Marcus came back with a water bottle and towel in hand. What should have felt good for Milo slowly started to feel wrong, so wrong. Guilt rose like acid in his throat. He sat up in a panic, knocking the water bottle from Marcus’s hand in the process.

Marcus draped the towel over Milo’s lap and picked up the bottle, handing it to him. “You ok? Did we go too far?” He asked cautiously, sitting beside him on the couch and slowly intertwining their fingers. “No, I just- need a moment,” he responded, resting his head on Marcus’s shoulder. He focused on the fingers that caressed the back of his hand. He knew he was ruining the mood, and for that, he swiftly apologized for. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a Debbie downer.” Marcus kissed his forehead and shrugged. “Don’t apologize, I’ll be here for as long as you need me, just take your time to process.” Even after a couple of minutes, he feared the guilt would never truly leave. It loomed over his head like an impending headache, earning him a concerned glance. ‘Wanna watch Bug Rangers?” Marcus asked. “Yea.. I’d like that.” he smiled, watching as his boyfriend searched for the remote. He watched him for some time, blinking slowly. “I love you, Marcus.” There was silence for a second as he turned back to look at him. Like a child in a candy shop, he grinned from ear to ear. “I love you too Butterbug.”