"You're either too drunk, or I'm not drunk enough," Marcus said with a
slight smirk, referring to the conversation they were having currently. But
he did invite Billy over, and the kid had been trying to drop hints from
practically day one of them working together.
"So you like experienced older guys, is that it?" he taunted, refilling
their shot glasses when they were empty.
"You saying you'd need to be drunk to sleep with me? I'm offended, Marcus." He's not really. Mostly. Okay, a little bit. But he's not drunk enough to admit that, especially after the story he'd just told; that was enough admitting to things tonight.
That got another pair of raised eyebrows where Marcus clearly thought they
had differing views on the matter. The ideal changed between the eras and
civilizations, although he supposed by the current day standards, he wasn't
too shabby.
"No, but things could get incredibly awkward at work if this doesn't work
out," Marcus warned, but it meant he was considering it. He really
shouldn't get mixed up with where he worked just because it might force him
to move again, but he had been lonely for a long while, and Billy seemed
the most interesting guy he met in a while. Not to mention the kid was
definitely interested.
"It's only awkward if you let it be awkward." Billy shrugged and reached for another beer, cracking it open. He takes a sip and smirks again. "If there's one thing I learned from almost dying it's that life is far too fucking short to worry about the what ifs."
"If only," Marcus answered, almost envying that zest that only a mortal
could enjoy. If Billy wasn't drinking, he was, and he downed his whiskey
shot before pouring another. He never was a huge fan of beer.
"But it's good, go live your life with all you can experience and no
regrets. There's only, what, a handful of decades for it."
"You know, you're not helping your own argument that you're not immortal by saying things like that." Billy arches a brow. "Also, not helping my assumption that you need to be drunk to sleep with me."
Snorting, Billy drinks more of his beer. "Oh, I have a lot of regrets but flirting with you isn't one of them."
"I'm just not the getting close kind of guy," Marcus said, although he did
pause in pouring his next shot with the bottle lifted. "And it takes more
than that to get me drunk, Hargrove."
He finished pouring but capped the bottle, taking his time with this drink.
He had enough in him to get to that nice mellow stage, not yet drunk but
the harshness of life had its sharp edges dampened. "You can call it ptsd,
from my overseas tours. I've had my fair share brushes... I guess it
affects people differently."
"'Cause you're immortal?" Billy arches a brow at him; he's not letting it go, Marcus, you may as well just admit it. "Keep drinking, I wanna see you get drunk."
Billy takes the bottle and pours himself a glass because it's there and he can and why not have spirits and beer and the only thing that was missing was weed. "Oh, I know all about the affects of PTSD. It's shitty, right? You don't talk about your time overseas much, either."
Probably because the last time Marcus was actually overseas was nearly half
a century ago when the whole world was at war and not just some scuffles in
the Middle East. "It was ugly and brutal, a shitstorm I'd sooner not
remember." And try PTSD from a few thousand years of brutal failed
suicides.
The kid was lucky that Marcus liked him with how he wouldn't give up the
immortal angle like a dog with a really good bone. He just gave him a flat
look instead. "You wouldn't want me drunk, Hargrove, I'm not a happy
drunk... You should take it easy on that though. Couch is over there if you
pass out in the next hour."
"You don't have to tell me about it." Billy wasn't afraid to push a lot of things but there were other things that he definitely knew better about; something that might set off PTSD was definitely one of them.
"'Course you aren't." His tone stays light and he smirks so that Marcus knows he's just teasing. "A minute ago we were flirting and now I'm being banished to the couch? What did I say?"
"Didn't plan to," Marcus said, smirking back in a way to say he was still
in a comfortable zone. He did get up though to start clearing away the
dishes and empty bottles.
"You tried to get me drunk." Since the whiskey bottle was low to begin
with, he went to bring out a new one. It was the good stuff, not the few
dollars ones off shelves in grocery stores. "No one likes a drunk partner."
And light flirting was back.
"You know you can if you want to, though. I can't relate, but I can listen." Billy's smirk becomes a smile and he leans his crossed arms onto the counter, resting on them and closing some of the distance between.
"Well, I was hoping you'd be a fun drunk but you killed that dream." He sips his whiskey. "So... you're planning on being a partner of mine then?"
"Don't want to either," Marcus said as he sipped his whiskey too, deciding
to take it easier. It was like their night out for drinks take two, without
the danger of being attacked by youths in a bar fight.
"You're already my partner, Hargrove," he said, referring to the job. When
Billy leaned forward, Marcus crossed his arms and leaned back, keeping
equal distance. "You're in my home, made you dinner and letting you stay.
Not sure what else you're looking for." But Marcus could guess. Billy was
was pretty forthright in what he wanted all along, the question was if he
would outright say it... and if Marcus would accept it.
"The offer stands." Billy shrugs. It's Marcus' choice in the end but Billy's not going to rescind the offer either way.
Rolling his eyes, Billy smirks. "You know what I mean, smart ass." Biting his lower lip, Billy looks up beneath his lashes. "You tryna tell me this is a date, Marcus?"
The young man was playing coy, and while Marcus would have shut it down
before it got to this stage, and definitely should have by this stage, here
he found himself leaning slowly forward. Billy wasn't hard on the eyes, and
he was interesting, his little demonstration and story speaking of his own
brush with beyond the mundane.
That was attractive in its own way that went above just looks and the
average desire. "If it walks like a duck..." He said, not denying the
potential it was there. Maybe a date wasn't completely the original
intention, but it was turning out that way.
Billy finishes his beer and his whiskey before sliding out of his seat and walks around the bench to stand in front of Marcus, leaving enough space that they weren't touching and Marcus could put an end to it if he wanted to but close enough that it was obvious what his intent was.
Marcus looked up at Billy crowding into his space, close enough to... do a
lot of things. It was easier with them both being guys, no attachment, no
strings.
At this height, Billy was taller, but the tall stool and Marcus' 6' 2"
didn't put him too many inches below. It was almost the perfect height, as
long as Billy was willing to bend down a little.
"There's crazier," Marcus said finally, deciding to give this evening a
shot. He reached up and pulled Billy down, closing their gap before
pressing his lips up into the younger man's. It didn't matter that
homosexuality wasn't widely accepted in the current era, Marcus lived
through Babylonian, he lived through Greeks, Romans, and Egyptian. All that
cared was what he wanted.
Billy went easily, smirking against Marcus' lips before letting himself melt into the kiss. One hand rests on the counter to support his weight and the other cups Marcus' cheek, little finger curled around his jaw.
There was a time, when Billy was a teen, that he'd have shied away from this but something about almost dying had killed off that scared part of his brain and the older he'd gotten, the less he'd cared about what other people thought.
He pulls back from the kiss with a nip at his lip and smiles. "So... couch or bed?"
"Couch is closer," Marcus whispered the words right up against Billy's
lips, a lingering nip against it before he captured them again. This time
he rose from his seat while their lips were locked, pushing himself right
up into the kiss while his hand snaked around the back of Billy's neck to
keep him in position as they moved.
"I hope you came prepared," Marcus raid when they broke free. He hadn't had
tail for so long that anything he may have had for that purpose was
probably long expired. Not that he worried about STDs, but it wouldn't make
sense if he didn't, although he might still have lube.
The hand on the bench slides to Marcus' waist when the man stands. Their positions are swapped almost immediately, Marcus towering over him as he's walked backwards towards the couch.
"Yeah, of course. I always come prepared." Not that Billy sleeps around as much as he did when he was a teen but he keeps a couple of condoms in his wallet, just in case and he made sure they were always in date.
Marcus let Billy half pull, and he half push until they found themselves at
the couch that dominated most of the living room space. While Marcus never
had much use for it, he was glad that the piece of old furniture was a
classic large one that could easily accommodate the bulk of two grown men.
"You ever done this before?" Marcus asked when they were at the edge of the
couch, not quite falling into it yet before they got their positions
figured out. While Marcus was incredibly experienced, it had been a
while. Whereas, he wasn't sure if Billy had ever even laid with a man given
the stigma homosexuality carried ever since Christianity came into power.
Billy sprawls out on the couch, making room for Marcus between his thighs. His jeans pull tight over his thighs and he knows that he looks good.
"Yeah, I've done this before." He hadn't until his early 20's but he'd eventually stopped worrying about what people thought -especially once he'd moved out from under his old man's thumb- and he'd let himself enjoy what he liked.
Marcus took the moment to admire the splayed out form on his couch, a sign
that Billy was definitely not ashamed to be here. One knee was bent up
while the other leg spilled off the side of the furniture to create an open
vee, and after a second, Marcus settled himself in that space.
"And what do you like?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave to a
huskier tone as he pressed his hand over Billy's chest and ran his thumb
across the fabric until it caught on one nipple beneath it. With his other
arm still in the sling, he will just have to make do for now. He could
probably remove it when they got down to it. While it twinged, they could
probably still have their fun without busting any of the stitches.
Billy looks up at him through his lashes and smirks. One hand curls around the back of Marcus' neck and he rolls his hips up, grinding against the man above him in a tease.
"I like not being able to walk tomorrow." He's careful as he runs his fingers over the man's body to not press on his injured shoulder. "You think you can do that? Make me forget anything but your name?"
Marcus laughed at that, a sound that was definitely rare coming from him.
Maybe he was more tipsy than he thought.
"Yeah," he said, chuckling softly, "I definitely can, Hargrove. Good thing
you won't have to work tomorrow."
And with several hundred lifetimes worth of experience to draw on he could
more than make good on that promise. It was likely going to ruin the boy of
any other partners because it would be the best night of sex he ever had.
Marcus didn't do things half way, and it was at least an hour on the couch
before he moved them to the bed to continue until they fell asleep in the
wee hours in the morning.
It was highly possible that Billy might literally find himself staggering
in the morning.
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"You're either too drunk, or I'm not drunk enough," Marcus said with a slight smirk, referring to the conversation they were having currently. But he did invite Billy over, and the kid had been trying to drop hints from practically day one of them working together.
"So you like experienced older guys, is that it?" he taunted, refilling their shot glasses when they were empty.
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"You forgot attractive."
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That got another pair of raised eyebrows where Marcus clearly thought they had differing views on the matter. The ideal changed between the eras and civilizations, although he supposed by the current day standards, he wasn't too shabby.
"No, but things could get incredibly awkward at work if this doesn't work out," Marcus warned, but it meant he was considering it. He really shouldn't get mixed up with where he worked just because it might force him to move again, but he had been lonely for a long while, and Billy seemed the most interesting guy he met in a while. Not to mention the kid was definitely interested.
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"If only," Marcus answered, almost envying that zest that only a mortal could enjoy. If Billy wasn't drinking, he was, and he downed his whiskey shot before pouring another. He never was a huge fan of beer.
"But it's good, go live your life with all you can experience and no regrets. There's only, what, a handful of decades for it."
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Snorting, Billy drinks more of his beer. "Oh, I have a lot of regrets but flirting with you isn't one of them."
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"I'm just not the getting close kind of guy," Marcus said, although he did pause in pouring his next shot with the bottle lifted. "And it takes more than that to get me drunk, Hargrove."
He finished pouring but capped the bottle, taking his time with this drink. He had enough in him to get to that nice mellow stage, not yet drunk but the harshness of life had its sharp edges dampened. "You can call it ptsd, from my overseas tours. I've had my fair share brushes... I guess it affects people differently."
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Billy takes the bottle and pours himself a glass because it's there and he can and why not have spirits and beer and the only thing that was missing was weed. "Oh, I know all about the affects of PTSD. It's shitty, right? You don't talk about your time overseas much, either."
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Probably because the last time Marcus was actually overseas was nearly half a century ago when the whole world was at war and not just some scuffles in the Middle East. "It was ugly and brutal, a shitstorm I'd sooner not remember." And try PTSD from a few thousand years of brutal failed suicides.
The kid was lucky that Marcus liked him with how he wouldn't give up the immortal angle like a dog with a really good bone. He just gave him a flat look instead. "You wouldn't want me drunk, Hargrove, I'm not a happy drunk... You should take it easy on that though. Couch is over there if you pass out in the next hour."
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"'Course you aren't." His tone stays light and he smirks so that Marcus knows he's just teasing. "A minute ago we were flirting and now I'm being banished to the couch? What did I say?"
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"Didn't plan to," Marcus said, smirking back in a way to say he was still in a comfortable zone. He did get up though to start clearing away the dishes and empty bottles.
"You tried to get me drunk." Since the whiskey bottle was low to begin with, he went to bring out a new one. It was the good stuff, not the few dollars ones off shelves in grocery stores. "No one likes a drunk partner." And light flirting was back.
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"Well, I was hoping you'd be a fun drunk but you killed that dream." He sips his whiskey. "So... you're planning on being a partner of mine then?"
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"Don't want to either," Marcus said as he sipped his whiskey too, deciding to take it easier. It was like their night out for drinks take two, without the danger of being attacked by youths in a bar fight.
"You're already my partner, Hargrove," he said, referring to the job. When Billy leaned forward, Marcus crossed his arms and leaned back, keeping equal distance. "You're in my home, made you dinner and letting you stay. Not sure what else you're looking for." But Marcus could guess. Billy was was pretty forthright in what he wanted all along, the question was if he would outright say it... and if Marcus would accept it.
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Rolling his eyes, Billy smirks. "You know what I mean, smart ass." Biting his lower lip, Billy looks up beneath his lashes. "You tryna tell me this is a date, Marcus?"
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The young man was playing coy, and while Marcus would have shut it down before it got to this stage, and definitely should have by this stage, here he found himself leaning slowly forward. Billy wasn't hard on the eyes, and he was interesting, his little demonstration and story speaking of his own brush with beyond the mundane.
That was attractive in its own way that went above just looks and the average desire. "If it walks like a duck..." He said, not denying the potential it was there. Maybe a date wasn't completely the original intention, but it was turning out that way.
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"I'm not too crazy?"
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Marcus looked up at Billy crowding into his space, close enough to... do a lot of things. It was easier with them both being guys, no attachment, no strings.
At this height, Billy was taller, but the tall stool and Marcus' 6' 2" didn't put him too many inches below. It was almost the perfect height, as long as Billy was willing to bend down a little.
"There's crazier," Marcus said finally, deciding to give this evening a shot. He reached up and pulled Billy down, closing their gap before pressing his lips up into the younger man's. It didn't matter that homosexuality wasn't widely accepted in the current era, Marcus lived through Babylonian, he lived through Greeks, Romans, and Egyptian. All that cared was what he wanted.
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There was a time, when Billy was a teen, that he'd have shied away from this but something about almost dying had killed off that scared part of his brain and the older he'd gotten, the less he'd cared about what other people thought.
He pulls back from the kiss with a nip at his lip and smiles. "So... couch or bed?"
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"Couch is closer," Marcus whispered the words right up against Billy's lips, a lingering nip against it before he captured them again. This time he rose from his seat while their lips were locked, pushing himself right up into the kiss while his hand snaked around the back of Billy's neck to keep him in position as they moved.
"I hope you came prepared," Marcus raid when they broke free. He hadn't had tail for so long that anything he may have had for that purpose was probably long expired. Not that he worried about STDs, but it wouldn't make sense if he didn't, although he might still have lube.
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"Yeah, of course. I always come prepared." Not that Billy sleeps around as much as he did when he was a teen but he keeps a couple of condoms in his wallet, just in case and he made sure they were always in date.
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Marcus let Billy half pull, and he half push until they found themselves at the couch that dominated most of the living room space. While Marcus never had much use for it, he was glad that the piece of old furniture was a classic large one that could easily accommodate the bulk of two grown men.
"You ever done this before?" Marcus asked when they were at the edge of the couch, not quite falling into it yet before they got their positions figured out. While Marcus was incredibly experienced, it had been a while. Whereas, he wasn't sure if Billy had ever even laid with a man given the stigma homosexuality carried ever since Christianity came into power.
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"Yeah, I've done this before." He hadn't until his early 20's but he'd eventually stopped worrying about what people thought -especially once he'd moved out from under his old man's thumb- and he'd let himself enjoy what he liked.
"I even know what I like."
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Marcus took the moment to admire the splayed out form on his couch, a sign that Billy was definitely not ashamed to be here. One knee was bent up while the other leg spilled off the side of the furniture to create an open vee, and after a second, Marcus settled himself in that space.
"And what do you like?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave to a huskier tone as he pressed his hand over Billy's chest and ran his thumb across the fabric until it caught on one nipple beneath it. With his other arm still in the sling, he will just have to make do for now. He could probably remove it when they got down to it. While it twinged, they could probably still have their fun without busting any of the stitches.
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"I like not being able to walk tomorrow." He's careful as he runs his fingers over the man's body to not press on his injured shoulder. "You think you can do that? Make me forget anything but your name?"
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Marcus laughed at that, a sound that was definitely rare coming from him. Maybe he was more tipsy than he thought.
"Yeah," he said, chuckling softly, "I definitely can, Hargrove. Good thing you won't have to work tomorrow."
And with several hundred lifetimes worth of experience to draw on he could more than make good on that promise. It was likely going to ruin the boy of any other partners because it would be the best night of sex he ever had. Marcus didn't do things half way, and it was at least an hour on the couch before he moved them to the bed to continue until they fell asleep in the wee hours in the morning.
It was highly possible that Billy might literally find himself staggering in the morning.
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