Who: Caspian and Marty What: “Drinking” together When: Monday August 3rd Where: Community Tent and then Marty’s tent Rating: High-NSFW Status: Complete
The sky was blue, clouds nowhere to be found. Shade was sparse and any bit of it was dutifully occupied by any supervising or needing a small break. It was good to be working, though, in his opinion. One’s mind tended to wander when there was naught to do and keeping ones hands burdened with purpose kept them from wandering ado.
In spite of the current times, Caspian was currently without his shirt. Flesh was sheened with sweat. Dark hair was plastered to his face, muscles bulged as boxes were lifted and taken into and out of trucks. Supply delivery was a regular occurrence and it was all of their jobs to assist. Though some worked harder than others, clearly, by the small cluster of life haunting the shadows.
He might burn a bit in the sun, he knew that, but the work piling up outweighed the eventual pain.
“Oy, could work a little harder, couldn’t ya?” One of the men from the shade called out to Cas, laughing like a donkey would bray. Caspian sighed, rolling those blue eyes. “Working harder than you are, mate. Liable to make more money, too, but then who's counting, right?” Caspian retorted.
To say that Marty was the type to watch was a bit of an understatement, he liked to watch things unfold and the sight wasn’t a bad one either. The man had his shirt off working harder than the rest of them and it showed in his taut muscles. For a while he watched and then some lazy roustabout starting making comments. He wasn’t sure what this Caspian fellow might yield but he knew there was something there he could exploit and he needed to get closer to do that.
“Oi mate!” He shouted at the roustabout as he made his presence known. “I don’t think you want to be doing that mate, cause you fuck him I’ll fuck you with a cherry on top.” He offered a sinister smile before the man mumbled and walked away, presumably to be lazy somewhere else.
“Caspian, innit? You want me to do something about that twat?” Damn did Caspian look good with his shirt off.
It wasn’t in his blood to let something settle there the way another man might. He was not a pushover and was not raised to take things on the shoulder without saying his piece about it. Thankfully he would avoid a physical altercation due to the interjection of a man he’d met only once.
Those blue eyes would turn and look in Marty’s direction, then turn to glance over at the roustabout who wandered off.
“No, I’d rather you not interject at all, but then you did save him from a rather bad beating so I suppose it isn’t all terrible.” It was uttered in jest, the first part. He would’ve done his best to put the mouthy roustabout on the ground had it come to that.
“What’re you doing around here? Lurking or what?” Amusement creased the corners of lips and eyes, “Unless you’ve come to help, that is.”
Marty chuckled at that. “Wouldn’t be here if I weren’t planning to help, now would I?” He retorted and began grabbing the boxes of shipment to help Caspian. It wasn’t exactly like he had a show to talk to people about at the moment and the glistening body in front of him was far more interesting anyway. “However,” he began lifting his finger into the air. “I do lurk and I definitely might have been enjoying the view.” A smirk came to his lips at that.
And yes, it was terribly hot so why not join in on the shirtlessness. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground, revealing two full sets of sleeves and a chest piece that read “Ab Imo Pectore” with the image of an eagle. He’d gotten so many tattoos over the years he didn’t even count them anymore.
“Tell me, how often do wankers like those take credit for the work that you do?” He knew Caspian didn’t have much of a role here and he wondered if it bothered him.
A scoff and then a soft laugh. “Enjoying the view, then.” At least now he was getting some decent help. Those boxes weren’t light and he didn’t mind moving them, except it was grueling work and it took longer without an extra hand. Not that he had much of a life anyway that was calling. “Is that what you do, enjoy the view?”
When the shirt was removed he couldn’t help but take a glance, eyes crawling over the tattoos exposed. He had none of his own, not interested in going to sit still for hours while someone poked him with needles. No thanks.
His gaze would turn to the men in the shade and then Caspian glanced back at Marty. “More often than it should. But what am I supposed to do about it?” He’d already knocked a few of them flat for being mouthy, yet they still found themselves superior. He was an outsider, after all. A regular human with nothing more than his cunning and wit to protect him, and he was also from the future.
That’s when Marty came up with a plan, a plan to stop the other workers from giving Caspian the brunt of the work. He looked over at them and scoffed. “In my long life, I’ve realized something about men like that, they haven’t got any motivation. I’ve been known to motivate people into doing what I want.” Well, manipulate was a better word for it but that would hardly get Caspian to trust him.
He began to sweat as he lifted the boxes, feeling his body take the necessary actions to cool him down. “And of course I want to enjoy the view, you’re like a handsome shark. No, a bear, a handsome bear. Can you blame me?”
“Oh? Do tell if you fancy, because I could use a bit of that motivation.” It was that or start a brawl with every fellow who mouthed off, which was the way you did things in this time to prove yourself. It was taxing, though, and bloody. Plus he liked this gig and nobody ever blamed the one who threw the first punch, it was always the one punching second that was to blame.
A shark or a bear? He laughed softly. “I suppose there are worse things, but if I’m the bear, what does that make you, love? The lion?” And a striking lion at that.
He didn’t expect anyone to fight his battles and while he understood the need to help, he’d been on his own for some time and it was hard to trust anyone even if the intentions were good.
He smirked at the request to be motivated and shook his head, stopping as he lifted a box onto the ground with the rest of them. He stopped to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead before he moved onto the next question, completely ignoring the first one.
“Well I would be a bear wouldn’t I? I am NOT about beastiality though I’ve definitely been to some parties I wish I hadn’t.” The truth was he was he had seen and done much worse but these pesky humans didn’t like it when you went on about the people you’ve brutally murdered.
The work was going much faster now that Marty had joined him and it looked like it wouldn’t take much time for them to be finished. “Honestly I’m just happy to be away from the swamps.”
An odd thing about Marty was that even in the direct sunlight, he looked as if he were shaded. He wasn’t of course but for some odd reason his dimness had become less so when they traveled back in time. Somewhere out there was another version of himself, causing trouble everywhere he went and he hoped he didn’t have to see that fucker.
They were nearly finished.
The stack was much smaller than when he’d begun and before the others retreated to the shade to observe. “A bear then,” Caspian nodded. Marty seemed more than just a bear, though he kept that to himself. “Thank goodness you’ve some sanity left then.” He didn’t quite understand the need to fuck everything that moved. Literally everything. He was fine enough being on his own, much less courting a person or two though until lately that was rare.
“Swamps sound humid,” he murmured, nodding.
Cas was too involved in the groove of the task to notice any dimness or shading of the other. In a few motions more the task was complete and the blue eyed devil took a breath. “I owe you, love. For the help and the chat. Thank you.”
He crossed his arms with a smirk as he looked at the work they completed. “You’re right, you do owe me. Why don’t you come round for a drink tonight to make it up to me.” It wasn’t exactly his best pick up line but it didn’t seem like Caspian was the type to need anything but a straightforward approach. He wiggled his eyebrows at Caspian. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
He’d take care of the lazy fuckers once Caspian was out of eye and earshot. Of course he’d have to take them off the grounds to really do what he wanted but it wouldn’t be that hard. Roustabouts loved going out into the town, especially with the likes of Hollywood legends of the 1950’s.
Drinking wasn’t something he did, but he recalled the last time they’d gotten together for a drink and it was mostly Marty doing the imbibing and Caspian being around for moral support and for conversation piece. He supposed it couldn’t hurt to repeat. “All right, as long as you promise to keep your hands to yourself.” Not that any expectations went into a mutual hangout but he wanted to throw that out there to be interpreted as it was taken.
Caspian picked up his shirt and wiped away sweat.
“Probably need to clean up first. I shall see you later, then.” A nod and a wave and the blue eyed devil turned to wander off.
“You’re no fun!” He yelled as Caspian walked away and chuckled to himself. Like anyone else, the handsome bear would have to gain his trust and Marty was great at the waiting game. Now it was time to deal with the lazy arseholes who had to yell at others to do their work. “Oi mate, we forgot some supplies, so come on, let’s go back into town.”
After some light torture the men finally decided to take over the rest of the work for the night, working double time to avoid Marty’s wrath again.
Later in the evening he’d washed and changed into something a bit more suited to his style and found a full bottle of whiskey, along with some tea for the man who didn’t drink. He began drinking himself while he waited.
He was fun, just in different ways that didn’t turn him into a psychotic alcoholic. Following in those footsteps were his own choice though nobody needed to know why. Only a wave was given. Hours later, cleaned and in different clothes, Caspian made his way to where he had a feeling he would find Marty.
“Ah, already started without me, I see,” he murmured, settling next to the other man. “Now who isn’t any fun?”
Holding up his bottle of whiskey he smirked as the handsome acquaintance found him. “I’ll have you know that there are only so many hours of the night for drinking and I’ve got a long way to go yet.” Marty wasn’t a psychotic drunk but he was drunk and he was psychotic. Still, years of doing this had taught him how to still have control over his behavior.
He took his time after that to look over the expanse of Caspians body. There was never any need to be anything but honest and more often than not that look ended in a slap. “Although I grabbed this ice cold tea for you so you don’t feel so out of place.” It was a jest and he did his best to make sure it sounded so.
He motioned to the chair across from him. “Have a seat.”
“Ah yes, that’s the excuse isn’t it?” He laughed. “Not enough nights in the hour to devour pure alcohol. Bloody hangovers after that. Though I doubt that misfortune befalls you.”
He didn’t hide anything nor did he utter a word about that invisible undressing his friend was presently doing. He only sat down, relaxed. “How gentlemanly of you, love. Much appreciated.” In the modern age, tea cake with ice cubes. He always preferred the warmer variety, like his mother had, but his father always felt the need to chime to the fact that there wasn’t enough alcohol in it to be worth anything.
While Caspian may have presented as unfazed, the subtleties in behavior suggested otherwise. “Anytime, mate. I do aim to please.” He rolled out his hand dramatically like a true British Aristocrat. He was glad not to be in the 1840’s again or in London as it were :too many rules based on morality.
From the spot they sat, those same workers from earlier could be seen frantically unpacking said boxes from earlier. He nodded his head to them. “Well would you look at that? Turns out they had the motivation hidden inside all along.” The mouthy one squealed when he’d dipped the edge of his knife into his shoulder blade.
“You know I for one think this world is FULL of miracles.” Everything Marty ever said sounded tongue in cheek and that was the way he liked it.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he replied, tilting that glass of iced tea enough to mock toast.
And then he twisted some to take a glance at the workers unloading crates. “Oh, well fancy that. Good on them. Though it is dark and quite shaded. They should try doing that in the sun like real men.” And risk the sunburn.
His gaze turned back to Marty. “Did you do this?” He was amused by the sight.
“I told you I were a good motivator, innit?” He raised his hands in mock holiness as if he were waiting for a round of applause. He then chuckled a took a swig off the bottle of whiskey. “Anyway, think about it. Would you really want to see that lot without their shirts? My bet’s on hard pass.”
It was rather cool outside this evening and Marty could admit that he liked it, one of the few things that still brought him some sort of simple happiness. Everything else in the world had mutated into something he just couldn’t stand.
He leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his fist. “Tell me about yourself.” He demanded, using his other hand to point a finger at his chest.
Caspian laughed. “All right, don’t get in over your head.” And at the idea of seeing those men shirtless he made a face that answered for him. “I believe you.”
A sip from the tea was taken. He studied the laboring men for another moment before his attention turned back to Marty.
“Wot? I’m nothing,” he replied with a shrug. “From New York in modern times. Da was a drunk, a man who always had an idea to make quick money. Mum stayed at home. You didn’t make a sound when the Telly was on.”
“Average chap, I am. Nothing special about me at all. What about you?” The glass would tilt toward Marty. “I’d ask you for honesty but I’ll take what I’m given I suppose.”
Marty scoffed dramatically. “I promise you, one hand on my heart..” he placed a hand over his heart and the other in the air. “...one hand on the constitution.” He tilted his hand like it was on a document. And the truth about himself didn’t really hurt, it was just a terribly long story.
He chuckled and sighed as he recounted what he remembered. “I had a different life before, in the past but I can’t remember any of it. I woke up in 1846 and that’s my first memory.” The angle always proved more effective, the sad confusion of memory loss.
“I just found work and kept living and I never seemed to get any older.” He shrugged his shoulders. Taking the bottle of whiskey off the table he leaned back in his chair. “The rest is a very long story with many different sub stories along the way and if I’m going to be telling you more than that I’m going to need a few more pulls off old Jack here.”
He took another large gulp of the whiskey and scrunched his face as it burned down his throat. “Now that is some very serious honesty juice right there, it is.” He shook his head with a shiver and smiled back at Caspian.
“Oh! The Constitution then,” he laughed, but settled. The display was a good one, but he had to admit he was interested regardless. Marty was an intriguing soul. He felt a bit at the beginning of the story for the other man. Listening, he would nod.
“That has to be different, not aging.” He wished. Living forever seemed like a dream, but then what human didn’t want to be young and beautiful forever? Such was the way of fantasy and dream.
“I’m a good listener,” he offered. “And your secrets are safe with me.” He knew a werewolf, after all.
He raised a brow at that and let his smile falter a bit. “It’s torture. Seeing the world make the same mistakes over and over again. Powerless do anything about it.” He stared down at his shoes in quiet contemplation.
“So, I go about and do the things I want because it’s all pointless, innit?” That was a fact that Marty held to that viewpoint with conviction. “The real beauty is in the fleeting nature of life.” And how Marty enjoyed bringing on that particular fate to his prey.
“Did you ever think you’d be living in a different time then?” Marty sure didn’t but he’d seen a lot of ridiculous things in his life so why not add time travel to the list.
“Not entirely pointless,” he shrugged, shaking his head. The inevitability of an extended life could be boring, he could see that, but there was still much to be had. Especially with being able to jump through time as the carnival did. But then who was he to try to argue the point? He was a human. Life was finite and quick.
As his friend stated, life was short. Death would come calling eventually.
“No. I didn’t know anything like this existed until I came here.” It was an odd thing, adjusting to earlier periods of time, but he supposed it could be worse.
A grin formed on his face as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “I remember the 1950’s like it were yesterday. Which, incidentally it actually was.” He chuckled at that and stared off in the distance. “I lived in Hawaii and everyone and their mothers were having lavish luau’s with copious amounts of booze. I couldn’t get away from them, even when I moved back to the states. It were all over the place.”
He removed his arms and brought them to his sides, grabbing the bottle to take another long pull off of it. “So, you ever follow in your Da’s footsteps?” Of course he meant the swindling. Something told him beneath the surface of Caspian was much more interesting layers.
“Aye,” he sighed. “For a long time. Since I was young I was groomed for the family business,” he murmured. Whatever that was. “Da was always looking for a way to cheat anyone he thought could be swindled out of money. Betting, schemes, anything. He taught me to read people, to read a room. And Mum only cared about the Telly. If she stood up he’d be drunk enough by then to have a row or two.” A shrug.
“I wanted no part of it after a while. That’s how I ended up here. Da was in too much debt to bail him out this time. I’d spend my life chained to a man with no worth for anyone. He wanted things. Never people.”
He listened to the story intently, painting a picture with his mind. A young boy being taught something most adults would not be comfortable doing. “Well, your Da had it all wrong. It’s about the people not the things. Well unless those things somehow involved other people and I guarantee those things aren’t fun alone.”
He placed his hand over Caspians. “No one deserves a childhood like that.” He then realized he was touching Caspians hand and quickly pulled it away, raising them in the air. “No touching!” He proclaimed like he had during so many prison meetings.
It had never been about the people. Not even his own family. And he had been taught the same values. Maybe that was why he didn’t date or trust himself in relationships. It was lonely but the risk was too high. Much like drinking.
As that hand settled upon his, those blue eyes would lift. “A lot of people go through similar situations, not many come out the way that I did.”
And then a shrug at the proclamation. Being touched once in a while had its perks but he did his best not to get attached to anyone. “You remembered,” he laughed. “Keeping your hands to yourself and all.”
“It’s alright, my eyes are violating you enough. My hands need a break every once in a while and you never said I couldn’t eye fuck you.” It was a jest clearly and was accompanied with a laugh. He leaned his head on the palm of his hand, wiggling his eyebrows at the other man and offering him a cheeky wink.
“So how did you come out then, if you don’t mind me asking?” The story painted was a good one but it didn’t paint a whole picture.
“Do you think I would’ve worn these bloody jeans had I not expected that?” He laughed, sipping from the tea. Saucy, this one was. He could appreciate honesty and being forthcoming. It put things into perspective and he’d always had a deep attraction to confidence.
And there was the real question. “A bit of drugs in the sauce and bobs your uncle, isn’t it?” He’d managed to get from beneath the pair of them and go off on his own. The details never really mattered.
At Caspians comment he smiled big and chuckled. “You bloody cock tease.” He joked, taking the bottle in his hand before leaning over the table to take another look at said jeans. They did look very good though he wished he had a better view of it. Another swig would be taken and a grunt of appreciation. “You look fat in those jeans, you do. Not like a tasty snack at all.” The words were dripping with sarcasm.
“Suppose everyone goes into the sauce a bit from time to time. I could tell you loads of stories involving me, blacking out, and no pants.” Millions really, it was a regular occurance for him. “But pills were a bit more available in 2020, and I always find my pants first and foremost.”
“Fuck off then!” Caspain laughed in reply. “You weren’t telling me how fat I looked earlier wearing only jeans,” he teased, shaking his head. He understood that Marty was only joking but it was nice to have some banter back and forth.
The next part had his expression flattening a bit. “So nobody has ever hidden your pants from you? Noted.”
Marty raised his brow at that. “Are you planning on hiding my pants? I’ll have you know that I have x-ray vision regarding my pants. I’ll find them wherever you hide them.” He chuckled at that and turned around to a small table behind him to finally grab himself a glass. The bottle of whiskey was getting heavy for his arms and he felt he’d look much classier with a glass.
Pouring the liquid into the glass he took a long sip and placed it on the table. “So have you ever misplaced your pants?”
“Wasn’t planning on it but it could be right interesting if you get blasted enough.” People didn’t typically lose their pants in such a state but the idea was hilarious in context regardless. And he didn’t believe for a second about an x-ray vision for pants but then he’d seen stranger occurrences.
“I have not,” he replied. “I’m responsible enough not to have that happen.” He sipped from the tea and relaxed in the chair.
Feigning shock, Marty put a hand over his heart. “You think I’m not responsible? Well that hurts my bloody heart. I’ll have you know I’ve had 25 dogs and I’ve taken care of every single one of them.” That wasn’t entirely true. Dogs were ploys to get into people’s pants and while he did have them, he usually left them with said hook up once he was through with them.
“Besides there’s only one way the pants come off and that might be difficult if I have to keep my hands to myself.” He pointed out, tilting his glass toward Caspian.
“Caring for twenty five dogs is supposed to be a credit for responsibility?” He smirked, eyebrows arching, “Darling I would say that’s foolishly brave and a hair irresponsible.” All of this was said with a teasing edge to his tone.
And then his head tilted in response, “That is fair. What would you do if I lifted that rule?”
“You’re asking me details of how I would touch you if you lifted said rule?” A smirk grew wide on his face and he leaned forward in the chair. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair.
“Sort of ruining the surprise, innit?”
“Maybe the idea is to know just how badly you want the rule lifted, not necessarily to ruin the surprise.” Then he laughed after taking another swallow of the tea.
“All right, all right, I’ll lift the rule if only to see what you have in mind. I will admit that I’m curious. Though I do think your crew has abandoned their posts.” He motioned to the few feet away where the men had once been working that now were gone. A few tasks left unfinished was all that remained.
Peering over his shoulder he looked at the empty post with work still to be done, clearly just leaving it for Caspian to do in the morning. It was clear the anger was growing in this face. He stood from the chair he was sitting in and adjusted his shirt on his body. “I’m sorry. I have to….take a shit. I’ll be right back, yeah?” But before he went anywhere he bent over Caspian to speak into his ear, a hand coming to rest against his neck.
“Just to be clear, I’d let you do anything to my body you wanted.” And with that he walked off out of sight.
He was finding those workers, because this wasn’t part of the deal. No one crossed Marty without suffering serious consequences. He knew where the common tents were, many of the roustabouts shared it and so when he found said workers he cornered them.
“Does that work out there look bloody done to you?” He asked them, watching as the men looked around for something to defend themselves with. It wouldn’t work, this place stopped any of them from harming each other. So Marty had fear to work with and he was excellent at instilling that.
“ANSWER ME YOU TWATS. DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP?!” Now he had onlookers and the men shook their heads in response.
“Perfect, you can bloody well sleep when you’ve finished.” He moved to allow the men to run back to their posts and made his way back to Caspian.
“You know what, I just ran into them on the way back from taking a shit and turns out they were just taking a break. Thems hard workers they are.” He found his seat again and took a sip of whiskey. “Did I miss anything?”
“Right,” Caspian uttered loudly, nodding. This time period wasn’t always agreeable to deviant behavior, or whatever this was considered, and so playing the game was necessary. That little bit of word in his ear had him curious and shifting to adjust a bit though he said nothing. It was a lot of power to give to someone, the ability to do whatever they wanted. Dangerous.
With amusement, Caspian sipped his tea and watched the situation unfold. Why Marty was so protective he wasn’t sure but it was definitely a good attribute, a turn on if you will.
A bit of muffled shouting and then before long the group of men sprayed out of the bushes as if the devil himself were lighting fire beneath their asses. He laughed aloud, then covered the obvious amusement with a hand.
“Well, aren’t they gentlemanly and all?” He murmured, eyes alight with the glee he was feeling. “Only me,” Caspian would reply to the last part, as if that were obvious.
“You’re bloody right I did. That lot isn’t exactly winning any beauty pageants are they?” He chuckled and finished off the glass of whiskey before pouring out another. Marty’s tolerance was high these days and Caspian was one he’d want to keep relatively sober for since he seemed to be charmed right at the moment.
“Regretting lifting that rule of yours yet?” He asked Caspian with a sly grin, twisting the glass in his hands. “Cause I am capable of much more AND I tend to get a bit handsy.”
“I was afraid of that,” he murmured, laughing softly. The tea was finished and he set the glass aside. “Not quite yet though I suppose I could just reapply it if I needed to. Though it would be a shame now that I’m intrigued. Seems like a waste if you ask me.” They couldn’t get up to much there. Giving the roustabouts ammo to use against him wasn’t ideal. He liked having leverage over them in this contextual setting.
“Indeed it does.” He replied, peering around to make sure Kerr wasn’t anywhere nearby. He hadn’t had a chance to break her heart yet and while he lived for moments like that, it could jeopardize whatever was happening here. He tried to remain subtle about it but he was never very good at subtlety.
“Got myself a tent if you prefer privacy.” He wasn’t going to try to sleep with Caspian, not yet anyhow but there did seem to be a lot of distractions keeping him from the current conversation. Up to and including the roustabouts looking over at them fearfully.
Most here may not value the opinions of others and while he tended to rise to that occasion, he knew from experience how terrible others could make someone feel for being different. Especially in an age not nearly as agreeable as the one from which he had come. So the less opportunity they had to see him in compromising situations, the better control over things he had. And Marty added that edge of leverage.
“Do you now?” He inquired. “You know that as soon as we disappear, those chaps will cease working again. But I can handle them now that they know you and I are acquainted.” Or at least he hoped so.
“Sure. Why not?”
He grinned at Caspian. “Brilliant.” He replied standing up to grab the glass and the bottle to take with him. “Suivez-moi!” He replied and marched toward his tent which was isolated from many of the other tents. He’d grabbed the biggest one he could find with rooms and high ceilings because at six foot he was used to crouching in tents.
“Bienvenue...to my palace.” He said with a smirk and pushed open the flap to his tent which had a table, a cozy loveseat and an old school stereo running on D batteries. While usually his place was a bit on the messy side, he’d barely just set it up so he hadn’t had much time to mess it up. In another part of the tent was a mattress and a small portable closet.
He found himself in the loveseat and patted the spot right next to him, taking a seductive sip of his drink.
He moved to stand as well, wandering off after his new companion in an effort to see this tent for himself. It was set off to the side, seemingly further away, which made Caspian curious as to how often this one entertained. It also seemed larger than he’d ever seen, somehow towering over the others.
Caspian was in one of the communal tents which presented its own series of problems. But that was for another time.
“Well well, it’s close to Buckingham. I suppose that makes you the Queen then,” he murmured, slipping into the tent. He was impressed with the inside. For what it was, it was furnished and comfortable.
A spin around and he looked at everything. “I’m impressed. It’s cozy, Marty. I bet you host the best events here.” He sat down on the loveseat next to his friend, turning those blue eyes finally upon the man. “I bet they’re wild, too.”
He smirked and scooted in a bit closer to Caspian. “Well actually you’d be the first, here I mean. Can’t say that about many of the other tents in this place.” He added with a wink. Those bright blue eyes were sexy as hell and Marty was finding it hard to look away.
“And yes I am the queen so I hereby decree that you call me your majesty for the rest of the evening.” He snapped his fingers in front of his face and shook his head with a chuckle.
Not so smoothly he brought his arm across the loveseat and placed it behind Caspian.
That surprised him a bit. For what he gathered on first impression of the other man, he seemed boisterous and a bit demanding of attention, plus there was the allure and that confidence. He felt a bit honored to be the only one who had visited the tent. He didn’t care much about what happened in other tents, that wasn’t his business nor was he that type of person.
“Your majesty,” he breathed, offering a bit of a bow in a playful manner. His head lifted and he smirked. That arm was noticed as it slithered around the back of his shoulders. He shifted closer, hand falling to rest on Marty’s thigh closest to him. “You’re so kind to welcome me so graciously into your palace. I am your honored guest.”
His eyebrows raised as he saw Caspian’s hand rest on his thigh, a little bolt of excitement ran through him and he shifted slightly in his spot. He let his hand wrap around his shoulder now, seeing that there was no need for coyness anymore. Not that he was particularly coy to begin with. “You’re very welcome my loyal subject.” He said a bit more softly now.
Now his gaze wandered down along his neck, taking his time to really look at it. “You have a very lovely neck.” He let the hand that was around Caspian’s shoulder come up to touch along the line of his neck.
“What a high honor that is,” he breathed, lashes fluttering a bit. “Your majesty.” Playing into this whole circumstance seemed right considering they’d built up to this moment. He just hoped what came eventually would be worth all of the running in circles. Though he didn’t doubt Marty understood that already.
Those fingers grazing the curve of his neck had his head tilting, exposing the skin. “Do I? That’s a first.” Honestly it was. Or maybe it had been too long.
Fingers squeezed the jeans covering Marty’s thigh.
“Indeed you do. I just want to lick it.” He replied and jumped slightly as he felt the squeeze on his leg, looking down with delighted shock. Marty had been smooth but usually someone as good looking as Caspian was much harder to get to this point and that could only mean one thing. Marty had to make the sex explosive in order to be able to see him again. So he would, and it was the kind of sex he preferred anyway.
He leaned his head against Caspians, mouth against ear. “Amongst other things.” He said softly before leaning back a bit to draw Caspian forward toward his lips.
“Well, thank you,” he laughed.
That twitch of frame under his touch told him he was doing the right thing. He didn’t know exactly what the immediate future would hold only that he wanted to see it for himself to believe it.
“Then take what you want,” he purred. Breath was heated, laden with need and desire. He took the bait and leaned forward to catch Marty’s mouth.
Marty responded in kind, reaching his other hand over to run his hand underneath the materials of Caspian’s shirt to feel the chest and abdomen he’d had the pleasure of seeing earlier in the daytime. The thick fur along his chest was much different than Marty’s. He’d kept his cleaned and shaved so that the chest piece was never obstructed. He moaned into Caspians mouth with approval.
He broke the kiss for a moment to say. “Dark Prince Satan you are magnificent.” It was a jest. He knew that sort of thing didn’t exist and if it did he knew he’d never want to go. Instead of crashing back into Caspians lips he let his mouth wander to behind his ear and down the length of his neck, sucking a mark in near his chin. Not too hard though, didn’t want to raise suspicion for his more reserved acquaintance.
Caspian leaned into that touch. The way Marty’s hand and fingers pressed against the fabric of his shirt and then onto the skin beneath had the denim of his jeans tightening. Whiskey stained the inside of his mouth but he didn’t mind the sharp bitterness.
“The dark lord commands,” he uttered, laughing. His head turned to welcome those lips against skin. His eyes closed.
Continuing down the length of his neck, Marty’s fingers grazed over sensitive areas beneath Caspians shirt and once he reached the top of it, pulled himself back to pull Caspians shirt up and over his head. Shedding himself of his own shirt, he hungrily leaned back into his lips to share a heated kiss. This was going to be a very good night.
Caspian was lucky that he was ordinary because Marty used sex for a lot of reasons and some of them ended more gruesomely. His fingers reached down to unbuckle the belt on Caspians jeans, he had been thinking about what he’d look like out of them all day and it seemed as if that dream was about to become a reality.
He leaned back as much as he could, arms lifting up and out of his shirt. It was cast aside without a care in the world or a second though. And their mouths met again. Caspian kissed Marty hungrily, tongue lapping against lips, mouth.
Hands found Marty’s now bare skin, fingers tracing the inked illustrations. As his jeans came apart he would lift his hips up and slide out of the fabric as best he could before resulting in severing the connection. “Bloody…” he growled, frustrated as he kicked out of the restrictive fabric.
A chuckle erupted in Marty’s throat and he stopped now only to stand up and take Caspians hand, pulling him up from the love seat. “Calm down love, you’ll hurt yourself.” He teased, watching him kick the jeans off the rest of the way. He lifted the hand holding Caspians and pushed him to give Marty a bit of a twirl. “Come on now, I’ve been waiting all day to see that arse and I refuse to ignore it.” He was not disappointed, not one bit.
They looked so good he could take a bite out of them and if Caspian were into that sort of thing he might. He looked into the air. “Thank you God.” As if he ever prayed.
He went to work on his own jeans, desperately unbuckling his belt and sliding both his jeans and his pants off in the process. “I have made a mental note of where those are, mind you.” Stepping out of his jeans and kicking off his shoes he pulled Caspian toward him again, finding an invitation to push apart his teeth with his tongue and explore the inside of it. A hand landed firmly on one hemisphere of his backside.
Rising was easy when latched onto. His jeans clung to his legs and he was cursing himself for the investment of the fitted clothing item though they did make his backside look good. He could admit that. And then the jeans were off and he was naked as the day he was born. He pivoted, showing off the frame and that coveted backside. “It’s my best feature,” he murmured, playful, giving a bit of a shake.
As those other jeans were discarded he made note of the location for later. “Sure, sure,” he replied. And then he found himself latched at the mouth again. A soft noise. His stomach twisted with need. Hands would find bony hips and grip at the protrusions, pulling their frames tighter together.
Marty began to push him into the next room where his mattress was and pushed the both of them back onto, never even bothering to stop kissing him. It was true Caspian was an ordinary human but there was nothing ordinary about him in Marty’s opinion. Caspian has been gifted with a humorous spirit and striking good looks. Finally he broke apart the kiss to ask a much needed question.
“I know this isn’t exactly classy but do you prefer to top or bottom? I can either way I just want to know so I can make this really really good for you.” And that was definitely his plan. Part of what made good sex so explosive was the way the other person could be in the palm of his hand with a few right choices.
He was moving backward, trusting the man whose hips he was digging into with fingers that he was being led in a sensible direction. There were only so many places to go in a tent, though. A breath was stolen as their connection severed and his eyes fluttered open.
“I mean, preferably bottom but I can do either,” he shrugged. The question was considerate though and he appreciated the thought. “I have a feeling that whatever you want to give will be good.” He sighed, “it’s been quite a long time.”
“That’s a shame innit? Glad I could help to relieve your sexual frustration.” He offered with a smile before pecking his lips quickly. He stood from where he had been over Caspian and grabbed a pillow. It was a silk pillowcase and he couldn’t live without it. “Turn around then, put this beneath you.” He ordered.
It was never a ‘what do you think’ or a ‘please’ with Marty. He loved bossing people around in the sac, it turned him on.
“You aren’t the only one whose glad.” He was more grateful than anything. Getting comfortable, he shifted to sit up a bit as the other man moved away. The silk of the linen was intriguing, it said a lot about the man himself.
“All right,” he murmured, taking the pillow and doing as told. Arms would fold over the pillow as he twisted, leaning into it with that voluptuous backside sticking up. He didn’t mind being told what to do, it was a bit of a turn on actually. He loved confidence in men, not necessarily arrogance but that surety they’d be getting what they were after.
He leaned over Caspians back and pressed a kiss to his neck. “I meant more down here.” He said, grabbing the pillow and pushing it lower so that his ass stayed in the air and he had something soft to put his erection on. Then he began to trail kisses down his shoulders and back, stopping right at the ass to suck a mark into one of the globes. That wasn’t what he was there for though.
His tongue licked at the mark he’d left before sliding between his cheeks to find that right spot where he could dip his tongue. This always drove him mad and he had the pleasure hundreds of times, being on either side of it. He could feel the tightness around the tip of his tongue, the pressure would be later appreciated.
The pillow shimmied and he adjusted to nestle it where it was intended. His arms dig into the mattress but that was to be expected. Cas groaned at the assault by Marty’s mouth, eyes closing. It felt good to be wanted, to be needed like this. He didn’t even mind the mark left behind, it wasn’t as if anyone else was going to see it.
He groaned, eyes widening as that tongue slipped between cheeks to find that ring of muscle. Legs would spread, his frame settled. “Aren’t you the gentleman?” He purred, letting the other man take care of him. If only all men were as cordial during the process.
Marty knew what it was like to be fucked without any sort of preparation and it wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as it seemed. Besides which it made it more enjoyable for him as well. He dipped it further inside, sucking at the sensitive flesh waiting to hear the sweet sweet sound of him moaning. There was nothing more beautiful in the world to him.
With his mouth occupied he couldn’t reply but he supposed that wasn’t going to be a problem for Caspian. One hand slid underneath Caspian to gently grasp his cock, feeling the weight of it in his hands. No stroking, he wanted to go nice and slow but he might end up getting ahead of himself if he got too turned on.
“Oh Marty,” he moaned. That tongue was nearly heaven. His hips pushed some backward, as if to offer more space to work with, knees pushed hard into the mattress which arched his lower half. That hand around his cock only served to enhance the feeling. He gasped and rocked into it. Even if there wasn’t striking he was eager for a bit of friction.
It was like music to his ears and he bathed in the sound of his moans. His cock twitched in reply and he gave himself a stroke or two to give himself something while he was working on Caspian. He removed his mouth and took his free hand now to to push a finger inside, hooking it to find that spot that always made his vision go white. He wouldn’t hit it too hard to draw this out longer but it didn’t hurt to make him see stars.
“You are so bloody fit, Caspian.” He finally said after catching his breath.
His cock was already leaking, fuck if he wasn’t out of practice. He grunted, pushing against that digit with earnest, still amazed at the tenderness of the other man. It was appreciated. Clearly Marty knew how to have a good time and the whiskey he’d tasted hadn’t take over.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, arching back into the motion of that hand. “It takes a lot of willpower to look this good.” He laughed softly.
A second digit would be added to help stretch him open and a chuckle came tumbling out of his breath. “Took me all the willpower in the world to not rip your clothes off the moment I saw you.” Just for added effect he twisted up to find that spot again, letting go of his cock. He wasn’t ready for him to come, not yet and Marty would push him just up to the edge before pulling back.
“Taking me all my willpower now to not fuck you senseless.” He said in a deeper voice now, pulling out to add a third finger into the mix. It should be enough to stretch him for Marty. He wasn’t thick as much as long.
“Is that right?” He groaned, palms pressed against the sinking mattress in an effort to brace himself against the intrusion. “Fuck,” he moaned. What was the real show going to be like if this was how he was responding to the smaller one. “Likewise.” He generally knew what he wanted and why, but going after it here wasn’t always accepted. It took longer than he would’ve liked.
“Please god just fuck me,” he begged. He needed it. The third finger was met with a gasp and a moan. “Your majesty.”
He grinned at the last comment and slowly removed his fingers before grabbing the pillow underneath Caspian and turning him over to see the his disheveled look. It was one for the books, absolutely sexy and Marty was oddly happy for a moment. It was something he didn’t remember feeling much if at all.
“As you wish.” He said, settling himself between Caspians legs. He was aching for it and the pleading had only made him need it more. If he wasn’t careful he’d finish embarrassingly early.
With that momentum he flopped over onto his back, twisting to lay there bare before this bony man with the rager of his life. But there was no embarrassment or sheepishness. He wanted to be good and spent as promised. “Marty,” he groaned, impatient as the man lined himself up. He was only expecting the time of his life after all.
All lined up, Marty pushed himself inside of Caspian, the overwhelming tightness felt so good around his cock. “Fuck..” he replied, trying his best to go slowly so that Caspian could adjust. Once he’d pushed himself almost fully he leaned down to capture his lips is a fiery kiss. As far as he was concerned this was the easiest it had ever been to get into anyone’s pants who was really worth anything.
He didn’t seem like much but his history meant that there was something much stronger in him than other humans. Marty liked that, liked the different facets of this beautiful sapphire.
He shuddered. God damn that felt so good. The penetration had him nearly mewling like a kitten. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. Hands roamed that frame, examining blindly each bone, swath of inked skin, illustration. His ankles hooked around Marty’s thighs to ensure the other couldn’t flee.
Chin would lift to meet that kiss and it was returned, ablaze with emotion and need. He didn’t care if he was easy to get to, he didn’t realize he needed this until now. How he'd gone so long without it he wasn’t sure.
“Like that,” he mumbled into Marty’s mouth. Hips would roll down, nearly fucking the other man inside him.
Following suit he rolled his hips in time with Caspians, the tightness around him giving him waves of pleasure. The truth was he wouldn’t last that long, not with Caspian writhing beneath him like that. He nipped at his lips, groaning as he felt the heat inside grow.
It hadn’t been long for Marty, of course it hadn’t but it had been a long time since he’d fucked anyone he actually enjoyed being around, that wasn’t a means to some totally different end. The truth was that he didn’t have people to his place because he couldn’t escape first thing in the morning. He didn’t mind the idea so much with Caspian, especially if it included some morning sex.
He usually retreated to his own tent regardless. The communal tent. Maybe he could afford his own but he didn’t want anyone to know, nor did he want the jealous roustabouts to come calling in the middle of the night upset. He clung to Marty, letting the man fuck him raw. This is what he needed. Whatever came next he would deal with as long as they could finish. His cock leaked, and his muscles tightened as he drove himself down on that intrusion.
His back arched. It wouldn’t be long before he was coming. Not like this. “Oh yeah,” he moaned, still latched on to the other man by the mouth. Fingers dig into skin, bones.
It didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace as he felt the inevitable horizon of the orgasm. It seemed like Caspian was in the same area he was and he loved looking down at the looks of ecstasy on his face. He could feel his balls tighten and he knew he was just at the edge.
“Jeeeeesus Christ.” He moaned, leaning forward to suck a mark into his neck as he came inside of him.
That pace increased the friction. He grunted, picking his own pace up a little. He loved cock, he couldn’t lie to himself. And at the explosion coupled with the harassment at the sensitive skin at his neck he moaned loudly, spraying between them.
“Bloody hell,” he gasped, delighted.
Pulling himself out he chuckled a bit, collapsing on the bed next to Cas. “Bloody hell is right.” He said, trying to catch his breath the best he could. He sat up in his bed and grabbed a pack of smokes off his night stand. He hadn’t realized he’d left them there the whole time they’d been together. Must have kept his mind off of them.
“So, did I disappoint?” He didn’t really care, he just wanted to float to Caspian. Confidence was right and he knew he’d done good by him.
“Very disappointing,” he teased, laying back against the mattress. Both of them knew that was not the case at all. The smell of smoke filled his senses. “I should probably let you have the rest of your night.” Nobody was expecting him to stay, nor would he impose.
He shrugged over at Caspian. “You don’t have to if you’re tired.” It was as nonchalant as he could be but it was true. It was almost as if him offering to leave made Marty want to have Caspian stay more.
“Like I said, you’re the first here. Wouldn’t have invited you back if I didn’t think that was a possibility.”
The invitation had weight and he knew it; he was the first one, as reiterated, and imposing seemed wrong. But it looked as if his host wanted him to stay and for once sleeping in the same tent with another person was looking better and better. Communal tents were for the birds.
“All right, then,” he nodded. Truth was, he was exhausted from all of the physical labor of the day and what they’d just done. “I’ll stay here.”
“Come here.” He said to the other man, motioning him to get in beneath his arm so that they could some post coital cuddling in. Generally it wasn’t a thing he did but when someone offered to leave for the night, Marty wanted them even more.
“Hope you don’t think this is the last time this is going to happen because I would be so, so very sad if I didn’t get to fuck that gorgeous ass of yours at the very least one more time.” Or several. Caspian had been rare, Marty didn’t have to make up any bullshit story for him.
Shifting closer, he tucked himself beneath a bony arm. His own limb would wrap around Marty, twisting to lay on his side. Those blue eyes would tilt upward. This man was so confusing. He was a hardass, confident and brash, and then so delicate and gentle.
“I think we would both be disappointed, honestly,” he laughed softly. While Marty wasn’t the biggest he’d experienced, the man knew what he was doing and it had been the most pleasurable experience. “We can absolutely do this again.”
A smile formed on Marty’s lips and he took one more drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray next to him. He returned his gaze back to Caspian and pressed a long kiss to his lips before readjusting himself into the bed. It was late and fucking wore him out.
“Good.” Was all he said before settling into the bed and closing his eyes. “Night Cas.” He said though Caspian never truly said he could call him that it just seemed to fit.
That kiss was welcome though it tasted like ash and smoke. Then as they parted he found himself weary from the day. Those blue eyes closed and he shifted to settle down for the evening.
“Night then,” he murmured. Snuggling up close, he pulled any free linens over the pair of them and drifted off to sleep.