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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Brotherhood_2:_Young_Warlocks_(2001)
  Relationship:
      Harlan_Ratcliff/Marcus_Ratner
  Additional Tags:
      Barebacking
  Series:
      Part 10 of Aftermath
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-05 Words: 2209
****** Reckless Magic ******
by carolinecrane
Summary
     Harlan's always thought talking was overrated.
They've been together for more than twenty-four hours straight, and Harlan's a
little surprised that he's not tired of Marcus yet. When he invited Marcus home
for the weekend he wasn't really thinking beyond getting the other boy alone
where they could take their time, but hanging out with Marcus has been kind
of…fun. And okay, that might have something to do with the amount of time
they've spent making out on the couch, but they've managed a few conversations
in between long, slow kisses and the occasional break for food.
He knows stuff about Marcus he never thought about before, like where his
parents live and the fact that Marcus is an only child too. He knows all about
the other schools Marcus got himself tossed out of before he got sent to
Chandler Academy, and he knows Marcus has been friends with Slayton since his
first day on campus. He's still not sure why Van Owen left school right in the
middle of their senior year, but he doesn't really care. In fact, he's glad
Jon's gone, because he has a feeling if he'd hung around Marcus wouldn't be
here right now.
And he likes having Marcus around, likes the way he laughs and the way he
kisses like he's afraid every time is going to be the last. He likes the fact
that Marcus isn't an idiot, and that he doesn't just go along with whatever
Harlan says without question. Sure, he lets Harlan lead when it comes to
certain things, and it's obvious he's still a little nervous about making the
first move. But that's another thing Harlan kind of likes about him, because he
might not know what he's doing, but he's a fast learner.
They've spent most of the day just kissing, but now Marcus is moving harder
under him, fingers clenching in Harlan's hair as he trails hot kisses down
Marcus' neck. He's not even sure how they ended up in his bed – he vaguely
remembers stumbling up the stairs together, but he's not sure whose idea it was
or even if anybody ever said it out loud. Not that it matters, because Marcus
is hard and thrusting up against him, and when Harlan pulls back to look at him
Marcus is flushed and clutching hard at his shoulders to pull him back down.
Harlan shakes out of his grip and rolls over, back pressed against the
headboard and grinning at the confusion on the other boy's face. He leans
forward to grab Marcus' hand, tugging as he leans back again. "I wanna see
you."
It takes a couple seconds, but finally Marcus gets it, and he flushes an even
deeper shade of red. But he doesn't put up a fight when Harlan drags him onto
his knees, straddling Harlan's lap and his hands are hot on Harlan's shoulders.
His fingers clench against Harlan's skin as Harlan reaches for the lube,
flipping open the cap with one hand and pouring some on his fingers.
They've only done this once so far, but Marcus is already pushing his knees a
little further apart and Harlan's cock twitches at the sight. He ignores it and
wraps slick fingers around Marcus' cock, grinning at the other boy's low groan.
And he can't even count the number of times he's thought about this, about
Marcus on his knees in front of Harlan, mouth open and eyes closed as he
thrusts into Harlan's grip.
He's thought about other things too – Marcus sinking onto his cock, face
twisted with concentration as he struggles to relax. He's pictured Marcus
stroking his cock in time to Harlan's thrusts, jerked off to the image and
imagined the wet heat on his stomach was Marcus' instead of his. He's pictured
fucking Marcus a dozen different ways, but this one is his favorite, and he's
already so hard he's not sure he's going to last long enough to enjoy it.
He lets go of Marcus' cock, his other hand in Marcus' hair to pull him forward,
just looking for a second before he presses their lips together. Marcus' mouth
opens automatically, tongue pushing past Harlan's teeth and he lets out a low
moan when Harlan's hands slide down his back. Harlan thrusts up against the
warm weight settled in his lap, moving almost lazily until Marcus moans again
and shifts so Harlan's cock is pressed more firmly against his ass.
An invitation, because Marcus still can't ask for what he wants, but Harlan's
always thought talking was kind of overrated anyway. The point is that he gets
it, gets what Marcus is asking for and lets go of the other boy long enough to
pour more lube on his fingers. Marcus pushes up onto his knees automatically,
Harlan's fingers sliding inside like they were made for it and it surprises him
how much Marcus wants this.
Randall never wanted this all that much – mostly he just went straight for a
quick blow job, and Harlan never really cared as long as he got off, but with
Marcus everything's different. With Marcus he wants to watch, wants to see each
expression and hear each moan, wants to push inside him and feel him fighting
to relax and most of all, he wants to hear Marcus lose enough control to beg
for more.
He pushes his fingers a little further inside, twisting until Marcus is
moaning, eyes squeezed shut and faced flushed and Harlan can tell he's holding
back the words. He pulls out, leaning up to catch Marcus' mouth against his own
before he pushes back in again, as deep as he can from this angle and it's a
little awkward, but it's worth it to pull back and see Marcus fighting for
control. And he thinks he could make Marcus come just from this – considers
trying, just to see how much control Marcus really has, but all that heat feels
good around his fingers and he wants to feel it around his cock again.
Another moan escapes Marcus when Harlan's fingers disappear, Marcus' forehead
resting on his shoulder and there's a part of Harlan that wants to stay just
like this for as long as possible. Only he's already aching with the need to
come, and he knows it won't take long for Marcus to get restless and break the
spell. So he reaches for the lube, running a slick hand over his own cock
before he grips Marcus' hips and lines them up. And if he didn't know better
he'd swear Marcus had done this before this weekend, because he sinks onto
Harlan's cock little by little, breathing hard with the effort to relax until
finally Harlan's all the way in.
And now Marcus is talking, murmuring words like Jesus and fuck and Harlan over
and over as Harlan slowly lifts Marcus up and then pulls him back down. His
hands grip Harlan's shoulders hard, fingers pressing into his skin until
Harlan's sure he's going to leave marks, but even that feels good so he thrusts
up a little harder this time. That gets him a surprised grunt, and Marcus
tightens around him, so Harlan waits for him to relax and then does it again.
Together they find a rhythm, Marcus relaxing into the stretch and moving faster
until finally Harlan lets go of his hips to grip Marcus' cock. His thumb slides
through precome, laughing at the groan Marcus lets out when Harlan teases the
slit at the head of his cock. His eyes pop open at the sound of Harlan's laugh,
dark and intense and…wanting, and on anybody else it would be a little
pathetic. But on Marcus it looks good, and Harlan thrusts up a little harder,
angling his hips until he finds the spot that makes Marcus gasp and clench hard
around him.
His hand's still wrapped tight around Marcus' cock, moving in time to his
thrusts and when Marcus clenches around him a second time Harlan twists his
wrist just enough to drag Marcus' orgasm out of him. He shakes with the effort,
skin hot and pink under Harlan's hands and he waits until Marcus stops
shuddering to let go of his cock. He slides his fingers through the mess on his
chest, lifting them to Marcus' mouth and the other boy parts his lips
obediently, sucking Harlan's fingers inside.
And he's pretty sure Marcus has never done this before either, but he's
definitely thought about it, because his tongue's doing things to Harlan's
fingers that make him thrust up even harder and a few breathless seconds later
he's gripping Marcus' hip with his free hand and coming. When the last wave of
pleasure passes he slumps back against the headboard, breathing hard and
fighting to keep his eyes open long enough to slide a hand into Marcus' hair
and pull him forward for a kiss. He's still buried inside the other boy, cock
twitching almost painfully at the change in position and Marcus moans against
his mouth when Harlan slips out of him.
He doesn't remember moving, but when they finally come up for air Marcus is
flat on his back and Harlan's sprawled more or less on top of him. And he'll
never get tired of this, of the sight of Marcus breathless and flushed, panting
and looking everywhere but at Harlan. Not shy so much as unsure, and Harlan can
tell Marcus is trying hard not to let on how much he wants this. Only Harlan
wants it just as much, and he doesn't hesitate before he leans in, mouth open
on Marcus' neck and it's getting harder to find skin he hasn't already marked.
Marcus moans at the sensation and arches against Harlan, blunt fingers digging
into his biceps and he's chanting something Harlan can't quite make out. He
doesn't let up as he reaches between them, pushing Marcus' legs apart and
pressing two fingers inside without any warning. Marcus moans at the sudden
stretch, pressing up into it and Harlan's fingers slide easily into slick heat.
He feels Marcus' cock twitch against his stomach, half-hard already and Harlan
pulls his mouth away from Marcus' neck to kiss his way down the center of the
other boy's chest.
When his mouth closes around Marcus' cock the other boy moans, fingers clenched
around the sheets on either side of him and Harlan twists his fingers and
presses a little further inside. He flattens his tongue against the underside
of Marcus' cock, pressing hard along the length until Marcus is begging for
more – something, anything to ease the overwhelming pain-pleasure at the base
of his groin.
He likes it when Marcus presses up against him, the scents of musk and sex
filling his senses as Marcus thrusts into his mouth. Harlan swallows around his
length, one hand still pressing inside him and the other guiding his hips until
finally Marcus arches up hard and comes for the second time. And even then he
doesn't pull his fingers out, working them slowly in and out until Marcus has
to beg him to stop. Harlan laughs at that and finally relents, crawling up the
prone body under him to press a soft kiss to the corner of Marcus' mouth.
"Jesus."
Marcus' eyes are closed, chest still heaving with the effort to catch his
breath, but his voice sounds a little awed and Harlan has a feeling he wasn't
expecting any of that. It makes Harlan want to start all over again, to slide
back inside Marcus and fuck him even harder this time, but he knows Marcus is
already on overload so instead he stretches out on the mattress next to the
other boy and pushes himself up on one elbow.
For awhile he just watches – Marcus' chest rising and falling, breath slowly
evening out as the color finally starts to fade out of his skin. He watches
Marcus' eyelids flutter and thinks he might actually be asleep, but a few
seconds later Marcus shifts and lets out a groan that tells Harlan just how
sore he's going to be in a few hours. His eyes open and he turns his head far
enough to look at Harlan, blushing all over again and Harlan can't help
laughing.
"You hungry?" His hand lands on Marcus' chest, moving restlessly like he can't
stop touching even for a second. And that's new, but Marcus doesn't seem to
mind, so he doesn't pull his hand away.
"I don't think I can move," Marcus admits, voice low and still a little
breathless but he's grinning, so Harlan's pretty sure he doesn't mind.
"Nobody said anything about moving, Marcus." Harlan grins when Marcus frowns at
him, pushing himself up far enough to press one last kiss to the corner of
Marcus' mouth before he climbs off the bed. "Don't go anywhere."
He pulls on a pair of sweatpants before he heads downstairs, the smell of
Marcus and sex clinging to his skin and he knows he should take a shower, but
he kind of likes the way Marcus smells on him. He has a feeling Marcus will be
fast asleep by the time he gets back upstairs – almost hopes he is, because
that means Harlan gets to wake him up again.
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