pontmercyfriend | What spring does with the cherry trees.

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jake vickers,
nsfw

What spring does with the cherry trees.

Marius can't quite believe he's taking one of the most embarrassing experiences of his life as inspiration for a date, of sorts, but here he is. Jake had texted him a date and time, and so Marius made preparations. He'd headed out a couple of hours before the end of Jake's shift, stopping first to pick up the promised wine from his work. He'd also stopped for a box of chocolates and any other supplies they might need because it seemed like the right thing to do. Plus, who could argue against chocolate and wine?

He'd found Jake's apartment unlocked, as promised. He'd put the chocolates and wine on the table, grabbing two glasses out of the cabinet in the process, placing them next the wine. He'd taken a few moments to study Jake's apartment, noting how Jake hadn't been kidding when he mentioned not having much in his flat. Still, in spite of that, Marius got a sense for Jake in the place.

He'd lounged a bit, reading a book he brought with him. An hour before he figured Jake to be due home, Marius made his way into the shower, figuring the wetter he was, the better the effect on Jake. He took his time, luxuriated beneath the hot water. He'd let the soap sink into his skin and lathered the shampoo into his hair. By the time he'd stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself, his hair looked a bit like a bird's nest.

So now he waits for Jake to come home, having already poured two glasses of the wine he brought. He reads on the floor of the living room, dressed in nothing but the towel, as promised. He lets out a contented sigh, smiling to himself. He anticipates the look on Jake's face, his smile brightening. The edge of the towel slides low on his hips.

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"Might call you a bit strange if you like the smell," Jake said with a quiet laugh. His own hands came to rest back on Marius' hips, fingers stroking the bare skin there, just brushing the tops of the towel. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold out on not just taking the towel down but his restraint was holding strong for the moment.

"But, it's also not the worst I've smelled after a shift either," he hummed, closing his eyes and tilting his head to one side to give Marius a little more room to nuzzle and smell and do whatever the bloody hell he wanted. Jake liked it all. He wanted it all.

"You look really good in almost nothing at all," Jake complimented, sighing. "Really, really good."

"I've been called worse than strange; I wouldn't be offended," Marius says, laughing in his turn. He presses in to Jake's touch on the edge of his hips, brushing against the bare skin and fabric of the towel. Such small touches, and yet Marius feels the sparks from them all the way through to his bones, nearly; his breath hitches, and it's hard not to simply convince Jake to shove the towel clean off then and there.

Marius leans into the side of Jake's face, pressing lingering kisses in between nuzzles as he makes his way down to his neck, savoring the softness of Jake's skin, and the warmth of it. He's trying to restrain himself, but the way Jake looks and feels is making such efforts neigh on near impossible.

He smiles at the compliment, cheeks flushing as he moves his hands to play with the edge of Jake's shirt a bit, slowly beginning to creep up under it. "Thanks," he says, moving back up Jake's neck to ghost their lips together. "You make me feel really, really good in almost nothing." And then he steals another kiss, a bit more hungry this time.

"I would think anyone should make you feel good in nothing at all," Jake mused, keeping his lips pressed against Marius', loathe to move as he was. He let his fingers inch underneath the towel and push down slightly, slowly giving into the need to see more and more skin.

He licked at Marius' bottom lip, pulling back and smirking after he'd done that. He didn't stay away long, already diving back in for another kiss before his smile had even left his lips. He just felt too good and tasted too good to stay away for long.

"I feel overdressed," Jake murmured, nipping at Marius' bottom lip and laughing. "You can do something about that if you'd like or I can just get you naked and admire you."

"Mmm," Marius initially answers, because the press of Jake's lips against his and the way his fingers creep beneath the fabric of the towel are sending jolts through him, rendering his ability to form coherent thoughts and words rather dizzy at the moment. "Very, very good."

He gasps as Jake licks his bottom lip, catching sight of that smirk on his face and feeling it a moment later when Jake leans back in. He's grateful he leans back in so quickly, so much so that he clutches at the bottom of Jake's shirt to hold him there, letting out a soft, pleased noise as he deepens the kiss.

"You are wearing too many clothes," Marius agrees when they part, letting his gaze roam over Jake, his breath quickening at the sight. He starts to tug Jake's shirt up over his head. "Or we could both get naked and admire each other?"

The towel is starting to feel restrictive, and Marius thinks he's likely not entirely thinking wholly with his brain, at this point.

"I like the idea of getting naked," Jake breathed, nodding vigorously. "I don't know if I want to just admire you, though. That would just be like dangling a treat out of my reach. You get naked and I'm probably going to jump on you."

Jake wanted that. He hoped Marius wanted that. Feeling Marius' hands at his tee shirt, Jake reached down to just drag the shirt off of him, feeling ridiculous for even putting it on.

"Touch me," he murmured, leaning forward to catch another kiss from Marius. "Touch me, please. Touch me before I jump on you, mate. Because then I'll be touching you and I'm not going to be able to stop anytime soon."

Marius laughs, breathlessly, his voice raw from all the kissing they've already done and the sheer wanting at having Jake so close to him. "I would hope you'd do more than just admire," he says, smiling. "You can jump on me all you like."

He stares a bit as Jake takes off his shirt, drinking in the sight of his naked chest with obvious hunger.

"You should never actually wear a shirt," he tells Jake, leaning in and putting his hands immediately all over Jake's chest, grasping and touching at every inch he can reach. Pawing, really, like a desperate animal. He groans a bit at the heat of his skin, savoring the warmth as they kiss.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to stop touching you any time soon," he gasps against Jake's lips, leaning forward again to kiss him fervently, his hands still roaming and clutching at Jake's skin.

"I don't know if I'd be allowed to not wear a shirt at work but any other time, I will keep this in mind. It's not like I'll really need a shirt. Weather's getting warm and if I do get cold, I'll just find someone to help me warm up."

As he said this, he finally reached for the towel and gave it a tug. "I hope you're not wearing anything underneath this. I've been imagining what's underneath all night and now I've just gotta see."

He leaned in and kissed Marius as he gave the towel another tug, finally getting it loose and dropping it at their feet. He was strong, didn't look immediately because the kiss was too bloody good to just pull away from to gawk at the nakedness he knew was there.

"I readily volunteer myself for this task whenever you need someone to help warm you up," Marius assures him, smiling against the kiss.

He laughs and steals another long, drawn out kiss as Jake tugs on the towel. He wriggles a bit, helping to get the fabric loose. "I promise, there's only skin between me and this towel."

He groans into the next kiss as he feels Jake pull the towel clean off, falling into a pile at their feet. He moves his arms to wrap around Jake's neck, pressing himself flush against him, nakedness and all. He pulls back just a little, just enough to retain some ounce of coherence in order to speak. "See? Can you feel it? Nothing at all."

"Oh, I can feel it," Jake said, stepping closer just to make sure he felt it all. It wasn't exactly what he wanted because he was still wearing pants but it was close enough. He'd lose his own pants soon enough and there was still enough self control left him in to want to tease and torture himself a little more.

He smiled at Marius from the close proximity and let his hands slip lower, curving over the bare skin of his hips that had just been hidden by the towel. He hummed lowly, hands still wandering over his lower back and just above the curve of his ass.

"Everything feels just bloody fine, in case you were concerned," Jake joked, smiling lazily. "I'm going to continue touching just to make sure but yeah, this is -- this is really good. Really fucking hot."

"I was very concerned," Marius says, grinning wide. He leans into Jake's touch while his own hands wander, curious and eager for the warm skin beneath them. His eyes and smile both brighten as Jake's hands slip lower; there's just barely an inch of space between them now, and Marius means to savor every moment of this lack of space.

"You should keep touching, anyway," he says before stealing another kiss. "Just in case." He keeps his body pressed as close to Jake as he can, craving as much of the skin-on-skin contact as he can get.

"And you should lose these," Marius says, breathing harshly close to Jake's mouth as he moves his hands to tug at his pants. "Because, as you say, really fucking hot."

"Oh, I plan on losing these," Jake promised, breathing into Marius' mouth and trying to decide between kissing him again and standing back and finally getting a look at him. Eventually, the curiosity and anticipation win out and Jake leaned in, giving him one more kiss before stepping back a bit to take Marius and all that nakedness in.

"Bloody hell," he mumbled, sighing raggedly. It was far from the first naked man he'd seen but the sight never got old. It set something off that was electric inside of him and he could feel himself getting hard at just the sight.

He licked his lips, eyes dipping down and then up again. "Very nice. Stay there. You get to watch me to take my pants off."

"Good," Marius manages just as Jake leans in for another kiss, a kiss Marius lingers in as Jake pulls back to look at him. Still slightly shy, even after all this time, he blushes a bit, chewing on his lip.

But he's ultimately pleased by Jake's reaction; his pleasure growing more obvious the longer Jake stares. He can feel his gaze set every nerve alight, sparking through his veins. His breath catches a bit in his throat.

"You don't want any help with those?" He asks, voice ragged as his own gaze falls to Jake's pants. It's devastating, only being able to watch. Marius misses the close press of their bodies, though he knows it's worth it to be able to watch Jake strip the last vestige of fabric separating them.

"Nope," Jake said, drawing the word out and watching how Marius reacted to that. Jake had been torturing himself by not looking and now that he could look, he was going to torture them both in an entirely different way.

Jake licked his lips before his hands dropped to the waist of his pants and pushed, lowering inch by inch. He got his pants down his hips enough to expose his hipbones but he stopped before going lower, before letting Marius see it all.

"Want more?" he asked knowing that Marius did but unable to resist being a little playful. "Or less? Add clothes or take them off?"

Marius gulps, his hands twitching a bit against his upper legs as he stares at Jake with obvious wanting. To not be able to touch him is a torment, but one that he finds he enjoys, the anticipation building in his stomach.

His eyes glaze over as they follow the movement of Jake's tongue on his lips, breath catching in his throat. His gaze moves down and he moans a little, at the sight of Jake pushing down his pants, just a little. The sight of his hipbones, seemingly innocent, strikes him as especially erotic in that moments. His toes curl a bit into the floor.

"Yes, more," he says, breathless. "I mean, less, less clothing."

"Oh, you're really bloody lucky you corrected yourself or I might have just put my shirt on to be a prick," Jake said with a quiet laugh. It would have been sad and he would have hated it but he was in a playful, teasing mood tonight so he would have done it just to see the look on Marius' face.

Lucky for them both that didn't have to happen.

So, with a sly smirk, Jake finally just pushed his pants the rest of the way down, letting them pool at his feet. He stood there for just a second, letting Marius get a good look before bending down, picking up the pants and tossing them aside.

"Better?"

Marius blinks for a moment, trying to process the words through his mind, fogged with desire and lust. He manages to laugh himself a moment later, once he realizes what it is Jake's said. "That would have been tragic," he says, shaking his head and all the more grateful to have Jake standing before him nearly naked now.

Finally, Jake rids himself of his last remaining bit of clothing. Marius' eyes widen, and heat makes itself known throughout his body, from the flush of his face to the tightening of his stomach.

"Much," he manages, letting his gaze linger and drink in the sight of Jake fully naked. "Am I allowed to touch you now?"

"It would be really bloody cruel of me to say no, wouldn't it?" Jake asked, deciding to torture the both of them for a second longer. Jake ran a hand down the center of his chest, tracing a thumb along his hip before he wrapped a hand loosely around himself. He wasn't completely hard but he knew he'd get there soon and touching himself would help.

It would also give Marius a nice little thing to watch. "But, I'm not bloody cruel so yeah, please touch me before I go out of my mind. Touch me as much as you want."

He would gladly give Marius a show but he wanted more than just jerking himself off in front of the other man.

Marius tries to reply; he winds up letting out a low, strangled noise instead at the sight of Jake moving a hand down his body, pausing at his hip before grabbing himself.

"Thank God," he manages to mumble, before striding over and pressing himself against Jake. He pulls the other man in flush against him, stealing another kiss, slow and messy. He lets his hands wander, low and desperate, clutching at all the bare skin he can reach.

"You're so attractive," he murmurs against Jake's lips. "And God you feel so good." He leans in again for another kiss, unable to help himself.

"I bet you're only saying that because I'm naked," Jake teased, laughing into the kiss that Marius was reaching for. He looped his arms around Marius' waist, trying to make that skin to skin contact even more thorough. He wanted to grind against Marius, get that friction that his body was desiring but he continued to hold back, hold off for a little while longer.

"But, so are you, mate," Jake murmured, pulling back from the kiss because he wanted to get his hands in Marius' hair. He felt the soft strands wrap around his fingers and he just marveled at that for a second before he gave Marius' hair a little tug and bent his head, mouthing at the exposed bit of neck that tug had provided him.

"You're attractive with clothes on too, you know," Marius teases right back, giggling against Jake's own laughter as they kiss. He keeps his hands wandering all over Jake's skin, delighting in the heat and feel of it beneath his curious fingers, all the while leaning into the feeling of Jake's arms around his waist. "But yes, maybe a little bit."

"Now you're just saying that because I'm naked." He smiles and his eyelids flutter, very much pleased by Jake calling him attractive. It's difficult sometimes, still, for Marius to think that anyone could find him attractive. But Jake makes him feel attractive, with all his teasing and his words. Marius appreciates him very much for it.

He groans at the hand in his hair, savoring the way Jake's hand tugs at it a bit to get him to bend his neck. His own hands clench in the skin of Jake's shoulders as he mouths at his neck, leaning back a bit to give him more room.

"I am absolutely saying that because you're naked," Jake agreed, nipping sharply at Marius' neck and then pressing a smile against the skin there. He had no qualms about admitting that he found Marius attractive while he was free of his clothes. He found Marius attractive in his clothes too but this was a whole other level and one he intended to enjoy thoroughly.

His own hands started to wander, finding their way out of Marius' hair and moving down his back and over his ass. That's where they stayed for the moment, kneading and cupping just to get a feel for the area. Jake also wanted to see where Marius was sensitive, where he liked being touched and sure, he could have just asked but exploring through touch was so much more fun.

"I appreciate the honesty," Marius replies with a mixture of a groan and a laugh at the nip to his neck. "As attractive as the rest of you." He smiles himself, leaning into nuzzle against the side of Jake's face and whatever else of his skin he can reach from here.

He leans into Jake's touch as his hands wander from his hair to his back to his ass. His touch is warm in its exploration, as well as thorough; Marius' breath hitches and he presses forward eagerly, body shivering a bit, with each time Jake's hands knead over particularly susceptible areas on his ass.

Marius lets his own hands meander from Jake's shoulders down his back, wanting the same exploration for himself. "I suppose this is the part where you tell me you're a hands on learner?" He asks, eyes bright and twinkling.

"I'm a hands on everything," Jake answered, giving his eyebrows an exaggerated waggle before lightly smacking Marius' ass and laughing. He brought his hands back up Marius' back, letting his fingers bump over Marius' spine and humming the entire way. Eventually, he carded his fingers back through his hair and then down his cheeks and lower until his fingers brushed over the nipples he'd been staring at since Jake had gotten home.

"I hope that's not a problem," he added, knowing that it wasn't, not when Marius had been letting him touch since the towel and Jake's own clothes had come off. "I just don't know how I'll be able to restrain myself if you'd rather I look but not touch. I'll manage but I'll be sad."

Marius laughs right back, tossing his head back a little. He jumps a bit at the smack to his ass, but he can't say that he minds it. There's a playfulness to Jake and his touches that adds to the sheer joy of this sort of intimacy; Marius means to bask in it as long as he can.

He leans into the way Jake moves his hands up his spine and back into his hair, savoring every bump of skin against skin. His own hands roam across the expanse of Jake's body, taking in the softness of what they can reach.

He gasps as Jake's fingers brush against his nipples, leaning into the touch, seeking more of it.

"Touch me all you like, please," he says, his words an exhale. "Trust me, it's not a problem at all." He moves his own hands to Jake's ass and squeezes, teasing. He leans into steal another kiss, finding himself needing the press of their lips together as much as Jake's hands on him.

Even if Jake couldn't give his appreciation for Marius' permission (not that he thought Marius would deny him the right to touch), he was going to express his enjoyment by deepening that kiss and settling his hands back on Marius' ass, kneading once again. He couldn't seem to stop touching him, familiarizing himself with Marius' skin and how soft and warm it was right now.

He pulled back from the kiss and moved his hands away from Marius' ass only to take his hands and start walking backwards.

"Bedroom," he said roughly, licking his lips. "While I wouldn't mind doing all kinds of nasty things to you on the floor of my living room, the bed's more comfortable. Less of a chance for rug burn in bad spots too."

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