Marshall Nolan (vetsorders) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-12-30 01:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, marshall, marshall x sage, sage |
Who: Marsh & Sage
Where: Black Cove
When: Thursday evening, 6/21
Status: Complete, part 2
Warning: NSFW
“Sounds like you were responsible about it,” Sage said, since he probably wouldn’t have thought to have someone sober nearby in case things turned bad. The possibility that he could have a bad trip was reason enough to stay away from it, not sure how to avoid something like that on his own. It sounded like Marsh had had someone to guide him, which was cool, and made it sound a lot more spiritual than just getting high and enjoying the feeling. “That’s pretty deep. Why don’t you think it worked? If you don’t mind me asking. Finding your place in this world, it seems like it would be like finding your purpose. Which I feel like everyone aspires to, but people rarely figure out. I definitely don’t know mine.” He knew what he was good at, and what he loved, but he struggled to make it happen. Being a musician was a difficult profession, especially in a small town like Point Pleasant.
"Didn't say it didn't work for sure," Marsh said with a little shrug. "I just don't know if it did. Saw a lot of crazy shit I still don't understand, some of it felt really poignant, but was it just the high or was it something more? I don't even know. All I knew was I had to come back home. That wasn't really the plan, I wasn't going to start a whole new clinic, I was thinking of just joining one." Not in Point Pleasant either, maybe not even in Maine, but everything had lined up just right, enough that it felt like fate. "I don't think we really need to have a purpose. A lot of creatures out there don't really have any function other than being cute, a lot more aren't even that. I doubt koala bears are all desperate to find out their purpose, but we are because of our dumb, big brains."
“Yeah, I’d question anyone that said to come back to Point Pleasant. This place… it’s like a black hole,” Sage said with a little twist of his lips. He couldn’t tell Marsh he’d made the wrong decision, he was really glad he’d come home because it gave him the chance to meet him, but he found living there to be a bit soul destroying. It hadn’t been good for him personally, and yet getting out didn’t seem to be an option. “Maybe we should take a note from the koalas then,” he said, taking the opportunity to turn the conversation away from something potentially dark. He didn’t really mind it at the moment, but he didn’t want to be a downer either. “Stop looking for a purpose and enjoy life. I can laze about and be cute,” he smiled. “I read a comic one time that said the babies eat their mother’s shit though. So maybe not do that.”
"Yeah, I hadn't planned on doing that," Marsh said with a little titter. "A lot of animals do it, you might even say it's natural, but I like to think we're a bit more sophisticated than that." He peered at Sage, sussing him out for a second. "I think you'd do great at lazing about and being cute though, at least the cute part. But I also have a feeling it'd drive you stir crazy before too long. You seem pretty active, like you wouldn't really enjoy just lying around, doing nothing." Marsh knew he wouldn't like it for long, he liked moving and playing, even if he was fine with a lazy afternoon every now and then. "Do you play any sports?" he asked as Sage looked pretty fit but looks could be deceiving and the build of a person didn't say much about their health.
“Thank God,” Sage laughed. “That’d be a hard pass.” It was easy to laugh about because he didn’t really think that was an issue. It was nice to hear Marsh thought he was cute, but Sage found himself running his fingers through his hair in response, wishing it was a little longer. It made it easier to hide behind. Why did a complement make him so uncomfortable? “I have trouble sitting still,” he admitted. “I can be lazy, but it… it manifests differently. I had ADHD as a kid and probably still have it now.” He should probably be medicated, but the thought of talking to a shrink scared the shit out of him. He’d probably end up committed. He knew he couldn’t go in without them finding a laundry list of things wrong with him, so he just avoided them completely. “I used to skate. Does that count? I run and lift weights, but I’m not good at sticking to a routine. Never played sports. I steered hard towards the arts as a kid and never really looked back. You did though. Baseball, right?”
"Yeah, baseball and basketball," Marsh replied and it sounded a bit like Sage had been snooping. It was a normal thing to do and an easy one with social media and the likes, but it still pleased him to know he had Sage's interest. "Does it hold you back? The ADHD? A buddy of mine has it and he swears by his meds, they help him think clearer and all." He almost rolled his eyes at himself since he was trying not to fall into that 'I can fix him' trap, but it was hard when wanting to fix things came naturally to him and as attractive as Sage was, he was obviously also hurting. "Not to be a doctor tonight," he added with an apologetic smile. "Just wondering."
Sage’s head bounced lightly from side to side, as if he was weighing the options before he answered. “It depends. I haven’t been on meds since high school, so I can’t tell you how I’d be on them now. It doesn’t impact my music. I can be hyper focused on things I love. But other things, probably. Like, I’d love to tackle putting away the stuff in your kitchen—for about an hour. Then I’d be bored,” he smiled. “But I’d come back to it later. I cycle through things. Hop from one distraction to another. I worked as a bartender before all that shit happened and that was great. Kept me busy, stayed interesting. I could never do a desk job though. Even on meds, that sounds like a nightmare to me.” He knew he sounded like a train wreck, but Sage tried not to be ashamed of himself. It was probably better Marsh knew up front, before Sage let himself get too attached. “It’s okay,” he shrugged. “I volunteered it. It’s just… part of who I am.”
Marsh listened and nodded, smiling when Sage finished. "If it doesn't bother you then it doesn't bother me," he reassured him and then wiggled his near-empty bottle of beer at him. "You want another one? I'm gonna grab myself one." He had wanted to hang out with Sage sober and now he had, a couple of beers just loosened him up and relaxed him and he felt like maybe he needed that. It was tempting to stop talking and get to know Sage in other ways, but he'd somewhat promised himself to be a gentleman about it and not really initate anything until their second date. That didn't mean he was kicking him out, he didn't really want him to go and Sage would probably hate going back out in the dark anyway.
“If you’re offering, yeah,” Sage smiled. He’d made a point of not drinking at dinner, aware that he’d been buzzed or drunk every other time Marsh had seen him and wanting to prove that it wasn’t an issue for him. He wasn’t an alcoholic, though at times it was tempting to be numb all the time. It was an escape from his brain and the pain the world had inflicted upon him, but he didn’t have to have it. He definitely didn’t need it right now. Now Sage was drinking to loosen up a little and better enjoy his time with Marsh. He didn’t seem bored with him yet, which was a good thing, but he wasn’t sure how interested he really was. How were dates supposed to go at this point? The fact that he didn’t know demonstrated just how few real dates he’d had in the past few years. “You tryin’ to get me buzzed?” he teased. “I’ve been good all night.”
"I'm not so sure I need to get you buzzed," Marsh murmured as he got up, not moving away right away. Instead he moved to stand in front of Sage, bending down with a grin. "You have been good." He leaned in and stole a little kiss, then playfully snagged Sage's bottle from him before darting off to the kitchen. He wasn't really sure about dates either, he usually just bumped into people, got along with them or got drunk and had sex. The actual date thing was an attempt at trying something new, but he also wasn't sure where he had Sage and he wanted to actually get to know him before he did something stupid. It was different now that he was back home; former flings were way too close in proximity and he could do without the awkward ex thing in this small town. He returned not a minute later and flopped back down on the couch, handing Sage a bottle. "You gonna keep being good?" he teased, watching him intently.
Sage couldn’t decide which made his insides flutter more—the simple praise or the little kiss. The kiss was a reminder that Marsh was interested in him, even after all the heavy talk, and it kept him grounded. The praise… he couldn’t figure out, especially since his impulses pulled him in opposite directions at times. He’d come into tonight wanting to do things right, wanting to prove to Marsh he was capable of it, but there was also a part of him that wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t. “Depends,” he said, smirking behind his bottle as he took a sip. One drink wasn’t enough to get him buzzed, but two would make him feel nice and loose, a little less worried about fucking things up. “What happens if I’m not? You gonna punish me?” he teased, but there was a hint of true curiosity there, as well as arousal. He’d had fantasies all week about things that could have happened when Marsh caught him in the clinic and, while unrealistic, he couldn’t quite banish them from his mind.
Marsh could have laughed or made light of the question if he wanted to brush it off, but he honestly didn't so he watched Sage with mild curiosity and tried to taste what he was feeling. It was nothing intense at the moment so he couldn't pick it up under the taste of beer on his tongue, so much for using his weird new ability to cheat. "I don't think I have the authority," he murmured but there was an unspoken 'yet' hidden between the lines. "You never told me what theoretical things you're into," he added and it was tempted to just go in blind and find out, he hadn't ever crossed anyone's boundaries that he knew of so it wasn't a huge concern but there was the possibility that he might hold back too much and where was the fun in that.
Sage took another sip of his beer, but this time it was to buy for time. He’d never actually been posed the question, and even if he had, he hadn’t put the kind of thought into it that he had been the past few weeks. And even still, it really was all theoretical. There was a chance he could put himself out there only to very quickly realize that he was wrong and likely make things super awkward in the process. Part of him wondered if he should wait, if he should keep his mouth shut and see if he couldn’t just be happy with the way things went, but then wouldn’t that make this relationship end up just like all the others? There was no way to know without actually putting himself out there. He just hadn’t realized how nerve wrecking that would be. “I might… I might be willing to give you that kind of authority,” he said, and fuck if that didn’t scare him to say aloud. It felt like admitting to a shameful secret, the sort that prevented him from meeting Marsh’s eyes, scared of what he might find. “I like the idea of giving up control.”
Marsh felt a jolt of something deep in his gut at those words and damn, it wasn't fair. He was trying so hard to take it slowly and not rush things but Sage just knew exactly what to say - or didn't know, maybe he was oblivious to what those words did to Marsh. Especially coupled with Sage's downcast gaze. "If you're willing to give up control, you have to be sure," he muttered and he could feel some of that darkness creep into his psyche, soft but dangerous. He'd never lost control of it and he wasn't really afraid he might, but he was never quite sure what to do with it when it washed over him. Fantasies were fine, having an actual person - one traumatized at that - involved was far riskier. "You can always have it back but I'm not taking it based on a maybe."
Sage felt a blush creep up his neck and shut his eyes, only opening them again to ensure that he didn’t disappear. The urge to fidget was uncontrollable and he bit his thumb nail as a result, trying to keep the rest of his body contained. Still. It wasn’t something he was good at. “Right?” he said with a breathless little laugh as he risked a peek in Marsh’s direction. “I don’t know how to know something like that without experiencing it.” He wished he could be more sure of himself, but there was very little he was confident about these days. Even his music was suffering for it. He knew he wanted to be there though, and that he wanted Marsh, so if that was a deal breaker, then he’d get over it. He took a deep breath, and did his best to exhale his disappointment. “It’s just a thought. Not trying to scare you off, remember?”
Marsh tilted his head and cocked a brow at him. "Do I look scared?" he asked but it was a rhetorical question and his slight smile said as much. Sage was obviously insecure when it came to his desires and that made sense if he'd never acted on them. He might not even like any of it if he did try so it was natural to be hesitant, but Marsh still wished he'd picked up on the offer hidden between the lines. He almost asked what Sage knew he liked and maybe some part of him liked seeing him squirm a little, but he was obviously not going to have an easy time spilling his secrets without some incentive. "It can be hard to suss out the balance between fantasies and reality, I should know. Maybe I'll borrow that authority sometime, see what we can do with it."
No, Marsh didn’t look scared. In fact, he looked quite the opposite. Calm and composed, confident in himself. Pretty much everything Sage was not. But that was okay. The only thing Sage knew he didn’t need was someone just like him. “Maybe I’d like that,” Sage smiled back at him, wishing he could work up the courage to say more. It had been hard with Jacob, someone he knew and trusted, and still he’d held back for months, afraid of the judgment that came with disclosing those kinds of desires. Getting there with Marsh wasn’t going to happen in one night. It might not happen at all. There was a chance though, and that was what mattered. “I’m not shy about voicing my opinion,” he said. “I’d tell you if I didn’t like something.”
"You seem a little shy," Marsh murmured but there was no judgment there, just observation. If Sage tried too hard to please him, he might not respect his own boundaries and Marsh wanted to avoid that. If it even came to that. He had no idea what they were doing or where they were taking this. "I'd tell you too," he assured him. "It goes both ways." He drank a little more, then put his bottle down on the table and shifted closer to Sage again. "So tell me something you're sure about," he said, lightly grasping Sage's arm to pull him closer. "Or show me." Insecure or not, he hoped Sage picked up on that invitation, his body language did plenty of talking on its own and he obviously wanted him closer.
Sage was sure there was a difference between the type of shy that wasn’t comfortable putting himself out there versus the one that spoke up when he wasn’t comfortable with something, but it felt like semantics. Marsh was probably right. Sometimes he was a little shy. Sometimes he was loud and obnoxious. Right now he was a bundle of nerves that couldn’t seem to find the right words to save his life. He was good at them when they were song lyrics, when he had days to pour over them and perfect them, but not on the fly. Actions were easier in many ways and Sage picked up on the invitation, letting Marsh pull him closer, then progressing farther on his own. He wasn’t often the initiator, but this felt different, as Marsh had requested it of him. Something he was sure of was where he wanted to be and he climbed into Marsh’s lap, straddling his hips. He held his gaze for a solid few seconds, then kissed him hard, hungrily, like he’d been wanting to since that very first taste of his lips.
Marsh's expression said everything that needed to be said about how welcome Sage was there and he fit so nicely on his lap, breaking through the last of Marsh's inhibitions. That almost defiant look on Sage's face just before the kiss sealed the deal and swept away those thoughts that Marsh might be taking advantage and the hungry kiss certainly made Sage seem a little less fragile. That was what Marsh had needed and he slipped his hands to Sage's back when they kissed, pulling him in firmly before moving his hands down to his ass in a possessive grip. So much for slow, so much for second - or third? - date. He might not take this as far as he wanted but the weight of Sage's body on his own and taste of his mouth had his cock filling out rapidly and it'd take a lot to back out now.
The quip that Sage had made about waiting until the second or third date was never meant to be taken seriously and now he couldn’t even remember what line he’d supposedly drawn. Or if Marsh even remembered. He’d probably crossed it, but didn’t regret it for a second, not when Marsh’s hands were pulling him closer, his mouth opening for an even better taste than before. The hands gripping his ass brought a moan to his lips, while a roll of his hips turned those lips to a smirk. Feeling the evidence of Marsh’s desire only encouraged his own and he wondered idly how far Marsh would allow him to take this before deciding it didn’t matter. He’d said he’d tell him, and Sage had to trust him. It was so much easier to feel without thinking anyways and the more he ground against him, the more he needed more than just a kiss. “More,” he muttered against Marsh’s lips, something he was sure about.
"Not yet," Marsh murmured but it had nothing to do with that promise he'd made to himself to take things slow. He just wanted Sage to be practically crawling out of his skin by the time they moved on to something more and he liked what they were doing right now. He kind of wanted to get up and just carry Sage upstairs to his bedroom but that was both unrealistic and unnecessary. The curtains were all drawn and he lived alone, they had all the privacy they needed. He moved one hand up to fist it in Sage's short hair, pulling his head back to give him better access to his neck as he dipped down to nibble on his pale skin. Bad idea or not, Sage tasted good and Marsh liked the way he fitted in his arms.
Patience had never been one of Sage’s virtues, but if Marsh wanted him to wait, then he’d try his damnedest to do so. He didn’t really get why, but didn’t have any room to complain so long as Marsh didn’t actually stop. ‘Not yet’ was a promise of eventually, and in the meantime Marsh seemed determined to drive him wild. Sage gasped as Marsh gave his hair a tug and wished once more that it was longer, that there was more to pull. The little flash of pain went straight to his cock, making it swell further, trapped in jeans that had been too tight to begin with. And then Marsh’s tongue and teeth were on his neck, and he was moaning softly, offering more of his neck, more of whatever he wanted as Sage held tight to his shoulders. “Fuck,” he muttered, giving Marsh an insistent little roll of his hips. He’d forgotten how good it could be to actually take things slow.
Going slow was easy, Marsh was used to holding back on his darker impulses and that made this no big deal in comparison. He found he liked it too, having his partner squirming with need before he gave them what they wanted. He was happy to find Sage's neck was as sensitive as he'd hoped it was, to Marsh it was one of the best things ever, both to receive and give, and he gave Sage's skin a firmer little bite before he went back to nuzzling and licking it. It had been a while since he fucked a guy and he was just glad he had lube handy, just in case it went that far. He knew things could change in a second, Sage might not like bottoming, this might just be all about blowjobs and handjobs and nothing more and that was fine too, as long as there was more in the first place. At least he knew Sage was interested in a little more than just vanilla stuff and his reaction to the hair pulling was so full of promise.
Sage didn’t know where this was going, only that he wanted more. It had been months, maybe even a year, since he’d last been fucked, and he’d eagerly jump at the chance with Marsh, but he knew in the back of his mind that that was the exact opposite of taking things slow. He could be happy with a blowjob, or even a handjob, if Marsh was the kind of guy that didn’t want to take things too far from the get go. So long as he got off. Sage wasn’t sure he could handle stopping, so it was good that Marsh didn’t seem to want that either. He groaned softly as Marsh’s teeth nipped his neck, enjoying the touch of pain paired with the pleasure. It wasn’t something he knew how to vocalize without sounding like a masochist, which seemed too dramatic a title in his head, even if there were occasions where it was probably accurate. The surge of pleasure he got from Marsh’s teeth should have been evidence enough.
Marsh slid his hands under Sage's t-shirt, more than ready to get this boy naked - or at least halfway there. It was hard to stop now that he'd started and seeing the rest of Sage's tattoo was only a tiny part of his motivation. He loved that sensation of running his hands over the smooth skin underneath the fabric, gradually nudging it higher until he could coax Sage to raise his arms to let him slip it off. The scars on his arms were bigger than he'd known and the music tattoo took up a lot more of his shoulder and chest than Marsh had expected. It was all beautiful and his protective sigil seemed to fit perfectly in between these two marks of violence and beauty. He reached up to grab Sage's hair again, guiding him down for another hungry kiss while stroking his back and sides, taking in the texture of bone and muscle moving under soft skin.
Sage couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this worked up from just kissing, not without being high or drunk to aid him along. It was like being a teenager, where every touch felt electric and the anticipation of more was a high on its own. He continued to rock his hips against Marsh’s, aware of how unabashedly wanton he was being and unable to care. Every roll of his hips brushed his cock against Marsh’s, evidence that this gorgeous, well-bred, intelligent man wanted him as much as Sage wanted him. He didn’t understand it, but he wasn’t going to question it, not when Marsh was helping him shed his shirt and those perfect hands were slipping over his skin. He answered Marsh’s kiss with a needy little whimper as his hands fisted in Marsh’s shirt, sloppily urging it upwards. More skin was exactly what they needed and if Marsh could remove his, then hopefully he wouldn’t mind him returning the favor.
Marsh sat up straighter and arched his back as he helped Sage get rid of his shirt. He felt almost more naked than Sage was when it was off, given his lack of tattoos, but not in a bad way and not in a way that really lingered; especially not when he pulled Sage in close again, skin to skin. God he'd missed this kind of intimacy with another person and yeah, it was different with a guy than it was with a girl but in no way that really mattered. Sage's body felt firm against his own and his nipples felt nice and pert, begging to be toyed with. He wondered if Sage liked that as he moved one hand to gently tweak one, watching him for his reaction. He could so easily imagine clamps on them and the mental image of Sage writhing with pleasure made his cock twitch. "Do you wanna go upstairs?" he asked quietly, rubbing his thumb over where he'd just pinched Sage.
Sage was sure no one had ever paid any attention to his nipples before, evidenced by the surprised little gasp he gave when Marsh pinched one. He’d had friends do it in play, a teasing pinch through his t-shirt when he wasn’t aroused, but this was completely different. The sensation went straight to his cock, a pulse of pleasure tempered by the hint of pain, though Sage was smart enough to realize that it could be so much more intense if given the chance. And maybe Marsh was into that, if Sage would only commit. Marsh gave him an easier decision to make for the time being, one he didn’t even have to think about, which was good, seeing as how he was having trouble focusing so long as Marsh kept up the stimulation. “Yeah,” he murmured, assuming the question meant more than just a change in location. And although he wanted to help Marsh break in the couch someday, the bedroom was probably a good place to start.
Marsh kind of regretted not living in a tiny apartment anymore, where the trek to the bedroom would only take seconds instead of having to trudge up the stairs. It wasn't too bad though, he grabbed some water from the kitchen on the way there, holding Sage's hand as he led him through the house and hadn't he been pushing for 'patience' anyway? His bedroom had been the first room he got in order when he moved in, sleep was so important and the room reflected that. It was pretty bare but tastefully so, a king sized bed with dark covers and simple bedside tables. There wasn't much in the way of decorations, some books and some art, small but powerful bluetooth speakers not taking up a whole lot of space in those shelves. Marsh put the water on the bed stand before pulling Sage closer, wrapping one arm around him as he fished his phone out of his pocket to set up some music. "Let me know if you hate any of this," he said with a smirk, suspecting Sage had strong opinions on music.
It was the stopping that drove Sage crazy, even if he knew that would be required with a move, and he almost told Marsh that he was fine with the couch, or the floor, or really any surface that was horizontal, except that wasn’t even true. He’d have probably been fine with the wall if it meant he got to experience the glory that was Marsh’s cock. But he’d already admitted to a few things that some might think skirted the line of depravity and he didn’t want to push it—not until he got to know Marsh better. Whispering to him that he wanted his cock, he didn’t care where, seemed a bit much for a first date, even for him. It was definitely trying his patience though, stopping for water, or even to put on music. Sage did have strong opinions about music, but it was hardly his focus at the moment. His fingers dipped into the waistband of Marsh’s jeans as he pulled him close and his thumb brushed up the hard ridge that strained across the front. “I’m really not focused on music right now,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. “Though I’m a little confused about why we needed to stop for water. This feels a little like a test.”
"Not everything is a test," Marsh drawled before tossing his phone onto the bed and pulling Sage in for a hungry kiss. "You'll thank me when you're naked and thirsty," he added and nipped on Sage's bottom lip and this only affirmed his worry that Sage probably didn't take great care of himself. Marsh was always and forever stuck in that limbo between wanting to hurt and pamper, for all the darkness that welled up in his fantasies, he really didn't want anyone to suffer - even when his thoughts tried to convince him otherwise. He enjoyed Sage's mouth for a few moments, then pulled back and turned them around, moving to sit on the bed. "You wanna strip for me?" he asked, though it didn't sound too much like a request. He wanted to see Sage naked, even more so he wanted to see him get naked for Marsh.
Self care definitely wasn’t one of Sage’s strengths. Without Marsh’s forethought, the next drink he’d probably have would be half a pot of coffee in the morning, the first of way too many caffeinated beverages. He wasn’t thinking of that now though, Marsh’s request dominating his thoughts. He didn’t think he’d ever been asked to strip for someone before. Clothes were usually torn off, discarded amid kisses and groping hands. He’d never had the weight of someone’s eyes on him as he unzipped his pants to expose his cock, hard and straining against his boxer briefs, and he could feel his chest flush at the attention. He brought his eyes up to Marsh’s as he pushed his jeans over his hips, letting them fall to the floor, then pushed his boxer briefs down to follow. The blush spread further as Sage worried his bottom lip with his teeth. He wasn’t used to this sort of attention, and he’d never been especially comfortable in his skin. “Like what you see?” he asked softly, moving close enough to stand between Marsh’s legs. One hand lightly stroked his cock, though he itched to get his hands on Marsh instead.
Marsh's expression said everything that needed to be said as he drank in the view. He purposefully kept the lighting in his bedroom low but he could still see the faint blush creeping over Sage's pale skin. It made him want to lick him all over, feel that heat under his tongue and encourage more of it. "You're gorgeous," he murmured as he unbuttoned his own jeans slowly, letting his gaze roam over Sage's body, from his tattoos to the way his hand slowly toyed with his cock. "Come here," he added, pulling his own cock out and giving it a few light strokes. It was such a relief freeing it from the confines of his clothing and he could feel himself get harder by the second. "You wanna taste of me?" he asked and almost wished he could tell Sage about how much he already tasted of him, his nervousness and arousal making for a rich, heady mix on Marsh's tongue.
Sage laughed breathily, his head dipping at a complement he’d never received before and didn’t know how to accept. He was a lot of things, but he didn’t think gorgeous was one of them. It was nice to hear it though, and he couldn’t keep his gaze away for more than a second, not when Marsh was opening his pants. He licked his lips as Marsh pulled his cock out, eagerly coming closer at Marsh’s request. His eyes swept over Marsh, taking in every inch of bared skin, lingering on his cock before rising back to Marsh’s face. An offer like that was practically impossible to refuse. “Fuck, yes,” he murmured and dropped to his knees without a second thought. His hands smoothed up Marsh’s thighs, then back down, pulling his jeans the rest of the way off before repeating the action across bare skin. This close he could smell Marsh, that heady, earthy scent of man that made his cock twitch between his legs and his mouth water. His eyes rose to Marsh’s as he took the base of his cock in his hand, then slowly licked him from base to tip, circling the crown, taking his time with that first taste. As much as he’d fantasized about this, nothing compared with the real thing.
Sage was so willing, obedient even, and Marsh felt that urge again to control him with a steady hand, possess him completely and do all sorts of things to him. The way he looked up at him while toying with his cock was almost pornographic and a rush of pleasure went through Marsh's core, straight to his cock. He liked the way Sage moved, the lack of hesitation when he got to his knees, the fluid motion of his body as he did as he was asked and now the eagerness with which he lapped at Marsh's cock, it chased away the last remnants of hesitation Marsh might still have felt, no question in his mind that he wasn't misreading Sage in any way. "You like that?" he murmured with a crooked little smile, the air getting a little thicker in his throat. "You look fucking good doing it."
Sage knew the image he presented, had been purposeful in that regard, wanting this to be a sight that stuck with Marsh even after he was gone. He wasn’t always so obedient, even when eager, but he didn’t want to risk his playfulness being misconstrued as disinterest. The desire to rebel and push back wouldn’t serve his best interest in this situation—plus, he liked the praise. His eyes fluttered shut as he took Marsh into his mouth, not as deep as he could go, but working up to it. He pulled off to answer the question, using his hand to stroke Marsh in his mouth’s absence. “Been thinking about it all week,” he admitted, his voice deeper with arousal, his pupils wider as his tongue circled the crown before going back down again. He’d always enjoyed giving head and it showed in the way he moved on Marsh, taking him deeper, savoring the taste of him on his tongue and the way he filled him, overwhelming his senses.
Marsh sighed contently, running his fingers through Sage's short hair, fighting the urge to guide him and push him further. Like Sage he was being careful not to push any boundaries or make the wrong move. The last thing he wanted was to ruin this moment and first times with people could make or break whatever came next. "I kinda just wanna tie you down on the bed and lick you all over," he murmured quietly, tightening his hold on Sage's hair to pull him back just a little for a second, just to let him feel that he could take control or maybe let him feel just how much he wanted him. He couldn't help but wonder if Sage would go invisible when he came or when he slept, at least he was aware of the chance he might so it wouldn't freak him out as bad if it happened but he hoped it wouldn't, he wanted to see him as much as he wanted to feel him.
Sage moaned around Marsh’s cock, a surge of desire shooting through him at the words and the way Marsh’s hand tightened in his hair. He let Marsh take control for a second, his head moving where Marsh pulled, happily handing over that moment of control. He wanted to give him more, even while it scared him, wanted to know what it would be like to completely hand over the reins. It was a lot, that feeling, and he wanted to give into it, but he understood why Marsh wasn’t comfortable with a maybe. It was a risk and this felt too new to take it, though Sage was glad he’d put it out there. It gave them both something to think about while they tested out their boundaries with each other. “Anytime,” he gasped, pulling off long enough to answer then let his mouth move lower, over Marsh’s balls. He wanted to memorize every square inch of him, starting with his cock. “Will you fuck me? Or do you wanna come in my mouth?”
Marsh wasn't fully versed in reading all the feelings coming from Sage, he just knew he liked the way they tasted and that question pushed him closer to the edge he hadn't felt anywhere near yet. He pulled Sage back, tilting his head back with his grip in his hair, his free hand cupping his chin as he gazed down at him. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked gruffly and that was absolutely what he wanted to do. He wanted to know what Sage sounded and looked like with his cock inside of him, a warped sense of power shooting through him at the thought of penetrating and claiming him. He didn't really need a verbal answer from Sage, the rush of emotion and the look on his face was answer enough and he gave him a crooked and dazed grin as he nudged him back a bit. "Get on the bed."
Sage couldn’t help the look of abject want in his eyes as Marsh pulled his head back, his breathing shaky while Marsh held his chin. He might not have needed the answer, but Sage gave him one anyways, a hiss of a yes that brushed over his cock, followed by a swipe of his tongue that was purposefully lewd. It was the last taste he got before climbing up on the bed with Marsh, his heart beating so hard and fast he could hear it pounding in his head. He didn’t know what to do with himself there, if he should lay on his back or his stomach, so thrown by the fact that it wasn’t frenzied and frantic, as so many of his other encounters had been. Marsh gave an order and he followed, giving him time to think and watch and react. His cock still hung hard between his legs, ignored except for the occasional pump on his hand, and brushed a kiss over Marsh’s lips before laying back, knees bent, legs open in invitation. “Like this?” he asked, raising a brow.
"Just like that," Marsh murmured and Sage looked like a treat laid out just for him. He'd wanted to kiss and lick him and so that was what he did, following after him and kneeling on the bed between his legs, bending down to brush his lips along the pale skin. He moved slowly, pressing one hand into the mattress for balance while he stroked Sage's thigh and hip, slowly trailing kisses down his torso until he had reached his cock. It was such a powerful turn-on, knowing it was this hard for him, straining up to meet him so Marsh didn't really need to manipulate it at all to get it in his mouth. The sweet, salty taste mingled with the already rich flavors in his mouth and sent a jolt of arousal straight to his own cock as he took Sage deeper, letting that velvety softness glide over his tongue.
Sage didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t to be fucking worshiped with Marsh’s mouth. He struggled to keep still, his hands gripping and releasing the covers beneath him as his hips attempted to lift and meet Marsh’s mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned at that first swipe of his tongue, his breathing becoming more labored as Marsh took him deeper. His hands moved to Marsh’s hair, needing to touch, to do something when Marsh was doing everything. He couldn’t reach him from that position, couldn’t stroke him or return the favor, though he couldn’t explain why it felt wrong to just enjoy it when he’d been happy for Marsh to do the same. He needed to be an active participant, though it was difficult to do much of anything when every bob of Marsh’s head made his toes curl and his hips strain for more.
He was so reactive and Marsh loved it. It had been a while since he hooked up with a guy and it was so different from girls and yet every bit as satisfying. "If you come from this, I'm still gonna fuck you," he murmured gruffly as he let Sage's cock slip out of his mouth, nuzzling the side of it with his lips. He didn't fully mean that, if Sage didn't want it, he'd stop, but it felt like a fun little threat-promise to make and he thought he could feel a positive reaction to it in Sage's body, like a surge of something he couldn't fully explain. Body language could say so much, he might not want to push his dominant streak on Sage, but he was getting the feeling more and more that it wouldn't be unwelcome.
The threat earned a throaty little laugh from Sage, who might’ve been inclined to test him if it wasn’t their first time together. He liked the idea of being filled in that post orgasmic haze, when he wasn’t quite so desperate but still overly sensitive. He’d never done it, but it was easy to imagine Marsh working him back up again, even as cum cooled on his belly. “Maybe next time,” he said, panting, but with a touch of the confidence he’d been so lacking as of late. There would be a next time. He’d do everything in his power to ensure it, even if he didn’t think he deserved it. “I’m sure you could make me, but I wanna come on your cock.” Marsh could probably make him do just about anything he wanted, if only Sage had the courage to let him.
Marsh liked hearing there would be a next time. He was a confident man, but confidence couldn't predict or ensure other people's decisions. The next words out of Sage's mouth seemed to go straight to his cock and gave him a pleasant churning in his gut because yeah, he too wanted Sage to come on his cock. He still lingered for a little longer, savoring the taste and feel of Sage's cock in his mouth. He didn't push it as far as he wanted, not wanting to derail his plan and go against what Sage wanted - not that first time. Eventually he trailed wet kisses back up Sage's abdomen, grinning up at him and savoring the dazed look on his face. Right now he was getting curious about how sensitive Sage would be after his climax and there was really only one way to find out besides asking. He settled between his legs and reached for the lube he kept close by, then ducked down to kiss Sage hungrily, one hand slipping between them to stroke their cocks together.
Marsh lingered long enough that Sage began to wonder if he was going to really test him, see if he could hold out when his balls were tight and Marsh’s mouth was hot and perfect. His teeth bit into his bottom lip, the pain helping keep him from getting too close to that ledge, and he only began to relax a little when Marsh pulled off his cock and began to kiss up his body. He felt dizzy with need and had barely caught his breath when Marsh’s mouth captured his own. Fuck, that man could kiss, and the way he stroked their cocks had Sage lifting his hips, pressing up into his fist. The silken feel of Marsh’s cock rubbing up against his was almost too much and Sage whimpered against Marsh’s lips, forcing himself to back off a bit. He knew he was probably coming across as needy, but that’s because he was. Physical affection was such a rarity for him that it was hard not to chase it with all that he had.
He did sound needy and Marsh was eating it up, spurred on by that sweet little sound he made and that rich taste in his mouth, both psychic and otherwise. He sat up once he had the lube ready, slicking up his fingers and wedging his thighs underneath Sage's to give himself some leverage. "Anything you really wanna do?" he murmured as his fingers found their desired target, circling a few times before applying gentle pressure. "I hope you'd tell me, I want to make you feel really good tonight." He kept his voice low and quiet, speaking slowly as if anything more might send unwanted ripples through the delicious mood they had going. It was nearly drowned out by the low tempo of the music playing, but he knew Sage could hear him, almost felt his reaction to the question, even if he might not give him an answer.
Sage’s eyes fluttered closed as Marsh’s fingers teased and pressed against his ass, his brain and body too caught up in the moment to trigger invisibility. He felt safe here, and so fucking good that he was practically purring, the question giving him something to think on as Marsh began to stretch him open. He had a laundry list of things he wanted to try at some point, but were there any that he would add in here and now? He didn’t want to risk the mood. His eyes opened to gaze back at Marsh, his pupils blown and his breathing heavy. “It’s been a while,” he admitted quietly, hoping Marsh would read into that without him having to spell it all out. “But… don’t hold back on me.” He bit his lip again and swallowed hard. How was his mouth so dry? “I like things rougher than… than I like to say. But I’ll try.” Once Marsh got going, if he could even find the words, he’d try his best to share them with him.
"Let's start slow," Marsh murmured. "If it's been a while. And then if I get too rough, you tell me." He wasn't really worried about that, he had a feeling he might hold back even if he tried not to. Fantasies could be dark and violent but he had an automatic brake on physically acting them out. He also didn't really know what Sage's pain limit was or what he was comparing to, rough to one person could be gentle to another. He worked his fingers inside of him, idly stroking his cock to make it easier to relax into it, pleased to find there wasn't too much resistance. "Oh yeah, you've done this before," he all but purred. "You know how to take my dick, don't you." He gave Sage a somewhat predatory grin as he pushed deeper, angling his fingers to find that sweet spot within him.
Sage nodded, but his focus was on Marsh’s fingers inside of him, how they worked him wider, preparing him for something bigger and better. He’d fingered himself earlier this week just thinking of this moment, hoping it would come to this, but it was always so much better when it was someone else. Marsh clearly knew what he was doing, putting him at ease with his words while his fingers worked their magic. “I do,” he keened as Marsh’s fingers curled against that spot that sent jolts of pleasure throughout his body. His back arched and he pressed himself down on Marsh’s fingers, angling for more. “Please. I need it. Your cock. Fuck.” Words were hard when Marsh was touching him like that, but he thought he’d gotten the message across. Maybe he’d been wrong to tell him he needed things slow because he needed him now, his patience too frayed to wait.
Marsh had meant to take it slower but he was pleased to find Sage was more ready for him than he'd thought. The urge to just fuck him right away was almost overhelming but he had the wherewithal to reach for his condoms, wishing he didn't need them as he got one out of the package. He couldn't get it on fast enough, coating his cock generously with lube and hoisting Sage's legs up, pulling him closer. "Let's see how well you can take it," he murmured, meaning he'd go slow at first though he had a strong feeling that wouldn't last. He was too worked up and hungry for this to take it slow and he was pretty sure this wouldn't last long for either of them. That was okay, they could have leisurely sex later, right now they wanted something else, something harder and rougher and he held back on his urge not to start there right away as he pressed forward, feeling Sage's body yield to his cock and clench around it in mind-numbing pleasure.
Everything about this had gone slower than Sage was used to and he found himself even more wound up as a result, needy and desperate to the point of begging. He couldn’t even complain about the condom because it meant that Marsh was ready for him, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt that first push against his entrance. Inhale, exhale, and his body gave way, allowing Marsh to push inside as he groaned at the stretch. He clenched around him, then relaxed further, feeling that delicious pressure as Marsh sunk deeper, filling him. “You feel so fucking good,” he panted, his hands gripping the sheets as his cock leaked precum on his belly. The urge to stroke himself was strong, but he was sure he’d come almost instantly. He wanted to feel the burn of Marsh fucking him, wanted to be overwhelmed by it, so rocked with pleasure that he could almost come from it. And when Marsh was ready for him to, if he allowed it, then he would touch himself and come.
"So do you," Marsh groaned and once he'd pushed as far in as he could, he took a moment to stop and just enjoy that tight heat. At this point he knew he wasn't going to keep going slow, his body felt almost itchy with the need to move, a restlessness humming through him like a current. He moved over Sage and kissed him deeply but briefly, nipping on his lip as he got them into a better position and then pulled out nearly all the way. He shot him a little grin then, that possessive feeling welling up inside of him like something primal and old was clawing its way out. Sage wanted it rough, Marsh was more than ready to give it to him and the next time he moved it was far from gentle and far from slow, a deep and swift thrust before he lingered inside of him for a second and repeated it, letting those seconds between thrusts shrink to nothing as his body took over. "Fuck, you feel good," he whispered hoarsely, clutching Sage's thighs and bending over him again, this time nibbling on his pale skin.
There were moments when Sage would catch a look in Marsh’s eyes, or he’d shoot him a wicked little grin, and Sage would just melt inside. Like he was catching a glimpse of a creature that could both devour and possess him, but rather than run, all he wanted to do was drop to his knees and submit. It was that look he caught from Marsh right before his first real thrust and he knew then that he’d taken his request to heart. Sage cried out, his hands tightening on the sheets, and then Marsh thrust again, earning another cry, then another. Every time Marsh’s cock slammed into him, his body shuddered with desire, and every time it slipped out gave Sage half a gasp to prepare for it again. It felt too good to fully breathe, his body no longer completely his, bent and bowing to Marsh’s control. Sage’s hold moved to Marsh’s shoulder, whatever piece of him he could get, and he bared more of his neck to Marsh as his teeth scraped his skin. “Bite me,” he gasped, caving to the impulse, only softening it with a plea after it’d been spoken. “Please.”
Marsh felt something like glee overtake him at the request and he shifted his weight, reached up to grasp Sage's short hair in a painful pull as he sank his teeth into that soft spot between shoulder and neck. It felt so good to be sure that this was what Sage wanted, the rush of emotions he felt from him was intoxicating, that rich flavor mixing with and almost overwhelming the faintly salty taste of Sage's skin. He was feeling all sorts of things in the heat of the moment, like the urge to just keep Sage in his house, chained up and ready to be taken anytime he wanted. It wasn't realistic at all but right now the mental image of it was a powerful turn-on. "Could just keep you," he grunted before finding another spot to bite, keeping up a barrage of hard thrusts. "Fuck you whenever I want."
There it was, that sweet rush of pain coupled with endorphins, all twisted around pleasure so intense that Sage could barely think straight. It made him whimper and cry out, but he didn’t pull away, instead letting Marsh manipulate him with his hold on his hair. It created the perfect balance, the sting of Marsh’s teeth and the pull of his hair up against the constant pounding of his cock, sending Sage into a state of debauched bliss that he’d rarely achieved. This was what it felt like to be well and truly fucked, so hard and fast that the evidence of it would last until tomorrow, when he’d be lucky to have little bruises where Marsh’s teeth had marred his skin. He whimpered at the image Marsh put in his head, his hands cuffed to the bed, a sex toy at Marsh’s beck and call. It felt awfully appealing in the moment, when he couldn’t imagine wanting anything else. “Make me yours,” he groaned, in agreement, his eyes turning glassy as Marsh bit him again.
The fantasy solidified until it almost felt real, like he might be able to just do that; be a nice vet during the day and sadistic kidnapper at night. "You'd be so good," he hissed, drawing his nails up along Sage's hip and side, then tweaking his nipple hard. "Good boy for me." He reached down to grab Sage's thigh again, hoisting it up higher before reaching for his cock, loving how hard it was, already wet with precum, leaking and straining just for him. He knew there'd be bruises on his neck, that Sage would feel him long after they were done here and it was intensely satisfying, he would sure as hell feel the aftermath of those thrusts and Marsh wasn't relenting.
Sage doubted he’d be able to sit without feeling the ghost of Marsh’s cock in his ass, but that was exactly what he’d been hoping for. He had enough ghosts in his life, but this was one he wanted hanging around, reminding him how good things could be. Every touch began to feel like fire on his sensitive skin, pulling noises of desperation from him that he couldn’t have controlled if he wanted to. “I can be good,” Sage cried as Marsh took his cock in his hand. He was so close to coming that his body trembled, sure he’d climax any moment regardless of his attempt to hold on. “I can be good for you. I swear.” Whatever Marsh wanted, Sage would give it to him, so long as he kept fucking him. It had started as a fantasy, but now he meant every word, wanting to please just as much as he wanted that pleasure.
Marsh groaned softly at that exclamation and it was getting harder to hold back on his own pleasure, especially with the sounds Sage was making and those damn words ramping up his arousal. "You gonna come for me?" he asked, dismissing the idea of edging Sage and keeping him squirming for more while Marsh took out his own pleasure. He didn't want to do that, even if the thought of what it might look like was hot as hell. Maybe one day he'd take his time, but tonight didn't feel like the right time. He just wanted to fuck this beautiful boy, feel him come and then kiss him until they were breathless.
There were a lot of kinks Sage had never explored before and wanted to try, but he was happy not to do too much their first time together. Marsh was better than Sage had even hoped he’d be, saying and doing the sort of things that turned Sage into a whimpering, trembling mess. He couldn’t think beyond the pounding of Marsh’s cock in his ass, the pulse it sent straight to his cock, hard and weeping as Marsh held him. He wasn’t sure if the question was permission or not, and the ambiguity held him back, though only for a second. He’d had so little experience with someone who actually knew how to take control that he thought he’d have to actually ask Marsh what he liked, though preferably not when he was a breath away from coming. “Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, please. I need. Fuck. Can I?”
Oh god he was holding back for him and Marsh felt another rush of that sweet possessive darkness inside of him as it flared up and threatened to overtake him. He almost said no, even if his own body was desperate for release and he wanted them both to come tonight. It echoed in his head, no, such a small but powerful word and would Sage be able to hold back if he didn't have permission? Would he come anyway, opening up the door to some kind of punishment? Marsh knew he was getting way ahead of himself but those thoughts almost sent him over the edge and he was - for the first time - relieved he was wearing a condom. "Come for me," he said gruffly, staring down at Sage's face, taking in every little change in his expression, that doped up and near pained look on his face, how glazed his pretty green eyes looked when they opened and how hard it seemed to be for him to keep them open. "Now, or you don't get to come."
Sage didn’t truly understand the power he’d handed over to Marsh until his answer came in the form of a command, one with potential repercussions if not followed. A rush of fear and excitement surged through him at the knowledge, one he wanted to explore some other time. Right then, he was desperate to come, so Marsh’s request was met with relief, his desire to please lining up nicely with his impending climax. “Yes,” Sage whispered as he caved to the most euphoric pleasure he’d ever experienced. He’d had plenty of sex, but none that made him feel like he was high without drugs being involved, like the release was more than just physical. His eyes fell shut as he came into Marsh’s hand and over his stomach, his cock pulsing with each of Marsh’s thrusts. There was no room for thought at that point, just bliss punctuated by the pounding of Marsh’s cock as he continued to fuck him, milking every last drop out of him.
Marsh couldn't describe the feeling and the taste that washed over him at Sage's surrender. He'd never tasted that before and trying to name the flavor would drive him crazy but in the moment it was just blissful, rich and creamy on his tongue, heightening the experience that already had him reeling. "Good boy," he whispered, licking at Sage's lips, their rapid breathing mingling together. After that he was lost for a few seconds, thrusting into Sage's body, tight and writhing underneath him, his groans mingling with Sage's whimpers as his body joined him in his climax. The darkness washed away with it but it didn't leave any shame or apprehension in its wake. Marsh felt sated and content, peppering Sage's shoulder with breathless little kisses as he slowly came down from his orgasm. "Fuck," he whispered, his cock still twitching inside of Sage. "You taste like nothing I've ever tasted before."
Sage whimpered softly as Marsh continued to fuck him post-orgasm, his feeling both delicious and almost painful on his over-stimulated body. He knew he couldn’t come again, not that soon, but when Marsh rubbed against that place inside him he thought he just might. He’d do anything to deserve that praise, even if he lost his mind in the process. It kept him writhing until Marsh came, followed by a swell of relief as they finally stilled. As the ability to think returned to him, he wondered briefly if he should be embarrassed or ashamed of his own behavior, but he honestly felt too good in the moment to let himself worry about it. Later, when Marsh wasn’t kissing him, he could fret. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy the moment. “I dunno what that means, but I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” he hummed happily. He wasn’t quite sure what Marsh meant, but it sounded like a good thing.
Marsh let out a little laugh as he realized what he'd just said and how little sense it probably made. "Yeah, I'm a little eccentric, I guess," he replied, nuzzling Sage's neck before pushing himself up again to look at him. "I just mean you feel amazing, in every way. It was definitely a compliment. You okay? All good?" He gave him a dopey little smile, taking a moment before he had to pull out to just relax there and settle more comfortably. Sage looked like he was good - he looked more than good, all fucked out and relaxed, if a little breathless just like Marsh. Funny how quickly a man's mood could change from wanting to ravish someone to wanting to cuddle them and Marsh could feel that post-orgasm sleepiness start creeping up on him.
“Fucking fantastic,” Sage grinned back at him, his eyes still partially glazed over, his body feeling heavy and sated. And maybe a little sore. It was a feeling he relished in, enjoyed despite the discomfort, or maybe even because of it. He wondered if he had little bite marks on his neck and, if so, how long they would linger. He liked that more than he thought he should. Sage groaned softly as Marsh pulled out of him, then stretched himself out like a cat before curling in towards Marsh, careful not to smear the mess on his stomach on Marsh or the bed. He didn’t know if Marsh was a cuddler or not, but he wasn’t ready to relinquish that closeness. “I don’t want to move,” he whined with a little laugh.
"Then don't," Marsh tittered. "I've got tissues right here, hold on." He snuck a kiss on Sage's face before he reluctantly moved away to remove his condom and toss it, then got them both a wad of tissues to clean up most of the mess. Even through that boring parto it felt like his dopey grin was permanently etched onto his face. "You can stay a while, right?" he asked hopefully. "I mean, I can drive you home whenever but if you wanna sleep here, that's cool." He had an early morning but it wasn't late yet and he kind of missed sharing his bed with someone. There was also the reluctance to get up and get dressed, but that wasn't the main reason he wanted Sage to stay. "You could stay for breakfast," he added cheekily.
Sage’s teeth scraped across his bottom lip as he watched Marsh, his face stuck in a perpetual smile. This part was usually far more awkward, but Marsh had a way of making him comfortable. Or maybe it was just that he was saying what Sage wanted to hear. That definitely made it easier. “I was hoping the offer to stay the night still stood,” he said, his expression turning playful. “Can I have you for breakfast?” He would have been happy with a cup of coffee and thrilled with actual food, but the offer made him want more, especially because Marsh was spoiling him. He wasn’t used to being waited on, even for something as simple as tissues. It made him want to lick Marsh clean and show him that he didn’t always make a mess.
Marsh laughed at that question, somewhat delighted by it. He got rid of the tissues, then moved to stretch out next to Sage, draping his arm over his middle and pulling him in closer. "I guess I can be part of the menu," he murmured. "If you wake up early. Do you have anywhere to be? Need me to set an alarm?"He supposed he could sleep in a little, the clinic wasn't officially open and he was on emergency call in the evening so if Sage wanted to sleep in, he could stay with him. At least for a bit. "Anything I should know about your sleeping habits? Sleepwalking, kicking in your sleep, singing in your sleep..."
Sage grinned as Marsh cuddled against him, enjoying the closeness. He’d become a bit touch-starved over the last six months and now found himself appreciating the quiet moments where he could just press against someone, basking in their warmth and comfort. He was too spent to be aroused by the position, but liked the thought of waking up pressed against Marsh, then taking advantage of that closeness. “I don’t have a schedule right now. I’m looking for a job, but it’s kind of slow going.” Mostly because he was being lazy about it. He wanted out of his parent’s house, but didn’t want a job that made him miserable. He took a breath, smile fading as he realized what sleeping with Marsh might entail, more for Marsh than himself. “I have nightmares,” he said quietly. “And a new fun perk—I might be invisible while having them. Just… wake me. If you don’t mind.”
That wasn't surprising to hear and Marsh gave Sage a slightly tighter squeeze momentarily. "I'll wake you if I think you need it," he promised. "You can wake me if you need to, otherwise you can just help yourself to whatever. Bathroom's over there, you know where the kitchen is, if you can't sleep you can watch TV, none of that bothers me." He reached up to run his fingers through Sage's hair. "I had a lot of crazy sleepovers in high school and college so I'm used to a lot. I'm a light sleeper but falling back asleep has never been a problem for me." Most of all he just wanted Sage to feel comfortable and he hoped he would tell him if he needed something.
Sage hoped he wouldn’t have a nightmare that night, but it was nice to hear how accommodating Marsh might be if he did. He knew that laying in bed and hoping to go back to sleep wouldn’t work, and he didn’t want to wake Marsh if he could help it, so maybe he’d end up in front of the tv. Sleeping in an unfamiliar house, he was tempted to ask Marsh to leave the bathroom light on, but it made him sound like such a child that he refrained from asking. He could make it through one night in the dark, so long as Marsh was snuggled up beside him. “What kind of crazy sleepovers?” he asked, happy to change the subject away from one of his many deficiencies, eyes shutting as Marsh ran his fingers through his hair. It was something he absolutely loved—a reason to have longer hair, if it encouraged people to pet him.
"You know," Marsh said with a titter. "A large group of teenage boys camping, traveling with team mates. College guys aren't much better either, I didn't join a frat but I might as well have, my dorm on my first year was insane. I remember this one time where I didn't sleep all night, there was just a massive party in my hall, then somehow made it through all my classes the next day. I don't think I could do that today, man I feel old." Despite the exciting topic, he kept his voice low and steady. Sage looked sleepy and adorable and he didn't want to jolt him out of that state of mind if he could help it.