Not anymore.
Colin moved into the room, climbed into bed, and crawled on top of the hottest unconscious man he had ever seen. On his hands and knees over Marek, Colin dipped down and put his nose to Marek's nape, inhaling.
Fuck, he smells all musky and sexy in the morning.
Unable to resist, Colin stayed where he was and planted a line of kisses up Marek's neck around to his ear, licking into the opening before he whispered, “Wake up, sleepyhead.” He nuzzled behind Marek's ear, and tickled his waist. “Time to rise and shine.”
Marek's eyes remained closed and he swatted at Colin's hand as if he were a bothersome fly. “I worked my ass off yesterday, and you wore me out last night, sweetness.” He mumbled into the pillow and burrowed deeper into the rumpled comforter. “Give a man time to sleep and recover.”
“Wow.” Colin made his voice morose and looked at his watch. “Time of death eight thirty-three a.m.” He crawled off Marek and started across the big bed. “Let me mark this on my calendar as the first time my spouse chose sleep over the possibility of making out. Guess it's time for TV in the bedroom and clipping our toenails in bed and—”
Marek pounced and toppled Colin facedown on the mattress. “Now I didn't say that.” He smacked Colin's buttocks and yanked his shorts down in the back, exposing his rear end. Tsk-tsking, Marek rubbed his cock into Colin's crease, and Colin gritted his teeth as the thick length grazed his puckered ring. “I can still think of at least five or six things I want to do to this hot little ass of yours before I'd choose getting some shut-eye first. Like maybe”—his penis slid away from Colin's crack, and he replaced it with his lips against the cleft—“eating it for breakfast.” Marek switched from kissing to a rapid-fire series of nips and love bites all over Colin's ass cheeks, hips, and backs of his thighs, growling and snarling like a hungry animal as he did it.
Colin yelped and screeched in response and couldn't stay still. Each small nip of teeth on his skin tickled and caused him to wiggle, but Marek held his sides in the clutch of his big hands, keeping him trapped. Colin contorted his body side to side and pushed his backside into Marek's face, and he laughed so hard tears streamed down his face.
Just when Colin didn't think he could take anymore, Marek slowed things down; his thumbs slipped into Colin's crease and split him open. “So, so very hungry.” Marek flicked his tongue against Colin's asshole, and Colin's laugh morphed into a moan. He spread his legs and thrust his ass up for more, loving every lick and suck the man delivered to his needy pucker. Marek kept up the delicious torment and slipped one hand between Colin's thighs to fondle his balls.
Blood rushed to Colin's prick under Marek's deft touch, and he shoved his hand under his body to jerk himself off. Stop! You have something more important to do right now. “Wait, wait, wait.” He shook his head to clear the fog and scrambled off the mattress, yanking up his shorts while putting a good ten feet of space between himself and Marek. God, how quickly he can turn my thoughts to mush and slip me right into a sexual haze of his making. Colin spun around and put on a stern face. “I'm sorry I teased you about making out. I came up here to wake you up so you can help me do something downstairs, not to fuck.”
Looking pained, Marek kneeled in the middle of the bed. “Come on, look at me here.” He framed his jutting half erection with his hands. “You get me all hot and hard then run away? Give a guy a break.”
Colin crossed his arms and crooked a brow. “You were already hot. You always are. And most of that wood you're sporting was already there before I climbed in bed with you.”
“Semantics.” Marek's focus started at Colin's feet and slowly travelled all the way up to his eyes. By the end, his blue gaze smoldered, and Colin went a little weak in the knees. Marek stroked himself, and when he spoke, his voice was smoky and full of sex. “You're right there, and I'm right here, and Christ knows I'll steal any opportunity I can to get inside your ass.”
And God knew any other morning, noon, or night, Colin would let him. Colin moaned, but held his ground. “If you come with me you can have this”—he shifted, pushed his shorts down to his hips, and gave Marek another fast look at his bare backside—“as your reward afterward.” Colin covered back up quickly and took a step backward out into the hall.
From the bed, Marek chuckled and shook his head. “You are such a cock-tease.” He stood up and stretched his arms over his head. “Give me a minute to take a piss, brush my teeth, and put on some pants, and I'll be right with you.”
“I'll be downstairs. Don't be long.”
“Okay. Hey!” Marek's tone stopped Colin in his tracks.
Colin turned back around and braced his hand against the door frame. “Yes?”
“A few minutes ago…” Marek looked down and grabbed the white sheet tangled at the foot of the bed. He started out trying to fold it but then just curled it into a tight ball and held it against his stomach. Finally, he made eye contact with Colin again. “Did you call me your spouse?”
Oh wow. This matters to him. Colin's chest squeezed. “I guess I did.” Huh. Scratching his chest through his T-shirt, he added, “I think of you that way all the time in my head. Have I never said it out loud before?”
“No.” Marek's headshake was choppy, and his voice even more so. “I like hearing you say it though.”
Choking up himself a little bit,
