Office Confrontations Ch. 04

"Yeah, that's never going to happen. You can't resist being my bitch, Honeybuns."Kyle laughed, and Marshall joined him, for once not searching everywhere for witnesses to their tightly wound hands or their very close proximity. Not to mention their swollen lips.

"You know,"Marshall started when the elevator opened "thankfully vacant of any older matrons and underage ears, "If you keep using that nickname I won't be able to resist retaliating with Schnookums."He grinned and scrambled back to avoid Kyle's murderous hands.

"Stop saying that!"Kyle growled, stalking him into a corner and pinning Marshall's hands to the elevator walls. Marshall didn't fight, just gnawed his lip and watched Kyle with apprehensive eyes―and an unsurprising lump of arousal in his trousers.

"What? It's a meaningful nickname. It means I care doesn't it?"Marshall faked a grin, though he knew Kyle saw right through it."Besides, Honeybuns is just as bad.

"No it's not, at least Honeybuns compliments your assets. Schnookums is just to piss me off."Marshall couldn't argue that point, and didn't even try as he surrendered to Kyle's frustration and―was that an arising pronouncement of manhood demanding his attention? Marshall gulped, suddenly dying for the stupid elevator door to open on their floor.

Their floor. Didn't Marshall mean his floor? He shook his head slowly, dropping his eyes to Kyle's lips, traveling to his neck.

"Maybe I like you riled up."He muttered under his breath, knowing Kyle could hear his every word perfectly whilst standing not two inches away.

"You are insane. Here I thought it was just me being paranoid, but you really are insane."Kyle breathed, still unable to unlatch his claws from Marshall's palms. The elevator dinged and the door slid open. Momentarily distracted, Marshall slipped from Kyle's grip and dashed to the door. Kyle followed a split second later, pinning him to the wall two feet from the door. He bore down, face inches from Marshall's and crushing himself into Marshall completely.

"Stop begging me to hurt you, or I will."He growled, their lips barely touching as he spoke. Marshall lifted his chin to get closer but Kyle pulled back. I mean it. If you keep this up...I can't promise I'll be able to stop myself if you freak out on me, and I won't apologize for not holding back either."

Marshall blatantly stared back in determination, eyes alight with need. "Kyle even if you tried to walk away I'd chase you down and drag you back, I don't give a damn how much stronger you are thanks to your girly pirouettes." He punctuated the last few words with a rough kiss, ignoring the brutal grip of Kyle's hands on his skin as he did. "Just because I might get nervous doesn't mean I want you to stop." Marshall caught Kyle's widened eyes once more.

"Whatever happens, I don't want you to stop. So shut the fuck up and get to my apartment so I can rip off your clothes and you can do to me whatever you please."His chin tipped higher, this time in retaliation to Kyle's unspoken argument. It was painfully clear Kyle didn't believe him, no matter what he said about trusting Kyle "but that merely meant Marshall had to convince him, and there are plenty of creative ways to get Kyle to understand, right?

Marshall didn't expect an answer, so he dutifully maneuvered his fingers around Kyle's and pushed. Surprisingly, Kyle didn't force him back into the wall. Inch by painful inch, Marshall stepped away from the rough stucco digging into his shoulder-blades, though he didn't relinquish even the slightest amount of closeness between them.

"Kyle. Believe what you want, but I want this, and if I have to throw you over my shoulder kicking and screaming and go all neanderthal on your ass, I will."With that he tightened his own hold on Kyle's tensed hands and dragged him to the door, barely pausing to dig his keys from his pocket and unlock the door. At least this time he had the grace not to drop the key-chain in his nervousness.

As soon as the door opened wide, Marshall made a beeline for the bedroom. Only Kyle had the presence of mind to lock the front door before following along. When they reached the bedroom, Marshall immediately turned and latched his hand into a fistful of Kyle's shirt, tugging at the buttons quickly and efficiently until he could shove the offending fabric away from Kyle's smooth, pale skin. Marshall released Kyle's fingers and ran his hands over Kyle's torso, starting from his collar bones to trace down to his hip bones, and right back up. They delved behind his shoulders and onto his back, lightly running blunt nails over the exposed skin and the tightly wound muscle beneath. Kyle had yet to move, and there wasn't a visible motion indicating he even breathed.

Marshall was determined to prove he wanted Kyle in every sense of the word. He didn't even hesitate when he dropped to his knees and plucked at the belt holding the whisper thin slacks to Kyle's well built thighs. He didn't pause to unbutton or unzip, he just dragged the fabric down Kyle's slim hips and pushed them and the boxers beneath to the ground. From his position, he looked up at Kyle with burning eyes. Without looking away, his hand slipped from Kyle's knee to the base of his erection, gripping it firmly and pulling it closer. As his breath whispered across the tip, breezing over the slit and bringing forth a dollop of precum, Kyle leaned down to catch his chin.

"Don't."He groaned, and Marshall licked his lips at the sight of Kyle so breathless, so close to losing control. Marshall had never seen the man do so much as piss without it being on a strict schedule, and yet with Marshall poised to devour, he looked completely at a loss, and his eyes screamed with an overwhelming need he couldn't reign in to save his life.

"Why not?"He asked, making sure to lean closer even as Kyle tried to push him away. Thankfully, the angle was all wrong for Kyle to shove him away, and he wasn't really trying, anyway.

"I don't need your pity. And I sure as hell don't need you to blow me just to prove a point."Kyle rasped, trying to step back. He only succeeded in cornering himself against the bed and nearly toppling backward. Marshall dug his nails deep into Kyle's thigh, and his hand wrapped very possessively around Kyle's manhood squeezed in retaliation.

"Fuck you."He punctuated. Kyle's eyebrows tightened together. I'm not doing this out of fucking pity. Do you really think if I didn't want your dick this close to my face I would be on my knees for you?"He demanded. Marshall pulled Kyle closer with his vice grip on the shaft and Kyle stifled a sound caught between a moan and a whimper.

"What do you not understand? I want you, Kyle. I want to taste you, I want you inside me, and I want to wake up to you in my bed every fucking morning."He growled. Now shut the hell up and let me suck your damn cock or I swear I'll squeeze you until you collapse, do you understand me?"Kyle balked, but had no time to respond. Marshall didn't hesitate for a second; his mouth descended on the head of Kyle's cock and sucked hard, lapping in wide circles over the surprisingly yielding flesh. He could feel Kyle's body tighten and looked back up to his face, tipped back in a silent scream. Both hands fell to his sides, as if Kyle could no longer find the energy to hold them up.

Marshall would have smirked if his mouth wasn't full. With eyes locked on Kyle's expression, he pushed further forward, lapping at the underside of Kyle's dick as he sucked another inch into his mouth. Licking everywhere, he let the cock nearly slip from his lips, sucking on the very tip and burrowing his tongue into the slit before gripping Kyle's ass with his unoccupied hand to push the hot slab of meat deeper into his lips. He made sure his tongue licked at every millimeter of skin, twisting his head slightly to each side at every bob, and when he had nearly half of Kyle's thick cock in his mouth, he felt the head press against his throat.

Only panicking for a split second, Marshall pulled back. Kyle moaned harshly through his tightly clenched teeth and a hand reached down to grip Marshall's hair, tangling tight into the tendrils and holding him there. But Marshall refused to be told what to do, even silently, and dug his nails into Kyle's ass, forcing him closer and allowing the head to press against his throat again. After a half breath, he swallowed―and quickly pulled back, sputtering. The grip in his hair tightened and a keening sound emanated from Kyle's lips, dragging him off roughly, though Marshall managed to suck one last time, licking over the slit to catch the tangy droplets already gathering.

"Dammit, Marshall."Kyle groaned, heaving and pushing Marshall away, who quickly leaned forward for another taste. The fingers in his hair felt like an iron grip as they held him away. "Stop that already."He breathed, raking his free hand through his damp ringlets.

"I don't want to. Can't you--"Marshall started.

"Shut up, and let me speak."Kyle collapsed on the bed behind him and scooted further onto the mattress, to keep Marshall's face a safe distance away. The hand in his hair moved to cover his eyes, and Kyle sighed. I have no idea what you're trying to prove. I never asked you to blow me, I never even asked you to take me to the bedroom. Hell, Marshall, I didn't think I'd ever live through this situation in a thousand years."

"I don't care that you didn't ask me. It's my choice, and I am going to do as I please, damn you."Marshall growled."Again, another fucking wall. Will you ever let me in?"He demanded, standing and folding his arms across his chest.

"There is no wall."Kyle snapped, leaning up on his elbows, careful to keep his knees pulled up and close together, deterring any wayward hands.

"Bullshit."Marshall retorted, glaring pointedly at Kyle's legs and hidden arousal. Kyle huffed angrily and sat all the way up, grabbing Marshall by the shirt and practically throwing him onto the bed. He quickly climbed on top of Marshall and tore at the shirt beneath his hands, popping a few buttons in his haste.

"You want in?"Kyle demanded, dragging his nails down Marshall's chest to the waist of his jeans. A breathless yes,"escaped Marshall's lips as he rose his hips to meet Kyle's naked skin and hands, which tore off the jeans as quickly as they had the shirt, though with a few less tears. Marshall's hands lay slack beside him, and his eyes closed, finally breathing in relief. To be touched by Kyle, to touch him, that's all Marshall wanted. He'd ached for weeks, needing the closeness again. Intimate gropings in dark hallways weren't satisfying. He needed to feel Kyle again; his chest had been tightly constricted since the last time they lay naked together, but it loosened at Kyle's hands digging into his boxers and ripping them from his legs.

Kyle closed the distance between them and pressed himself flush against Marshall, lining their cocks up against each other and pausing. Marshall's hands flew to Kyle's neck and wrapped tightly around it, pulling Kyle closer.

"Please."Marshall whispered when Kyle resisted, hovering inches above Marshall's lips. Air ghosted across Marshall's face as Kyle exhaled slowly, and Marshall tightened his hold, trying to bring their lips together.

"Marshall..."Kyle breathed, and Marshall dug his nails into tender skin, causing Kyle to hiss and squeeze his eyes closed. Pressing his advantage, Marshall bucked upward into Kyle's groin and groaned when their cocks rubbed together, tip to shaft, and slipped apart. He whined and dug his nails in again, tipping his chin up and parting his lips.

With his eyelids tightly squeezed together, heart racing, and breath caught in his throat, Marshall melted at the soft touch of Kyle's lips to his. Marshall's entire body gave way to Kyle's touch, the heat rolling off of them in waves. Marshall pressed upward and kissed Kyle hard, lips parted and tongue forcing its way in, delving for Kyle's evasive tongue. They both moaned when their bodies shuddered, and Kyle wiggled his hand between them, capturing both cocks and squeezing them together.

In seconds his fingers were slick with precum from each formidably leaking erection, and the smooth, tight glide of their cocks together had them gasping. Marshall jolted with every thrust, and Kyle bucked against him, grinding downward as his hand stroked faster, twisting at the base of their cocks and tightening almost painfully around their cock heads. Kyle pulled away first to utter a nearly inaudible moan, and Marshall's head fell back as his own vocals joined in, quickly overtaking Kyle's tightly controlled sounds. The feeling was unbelievable, and his dick felt so sensitive, enslaved by Kyle's hand and willing to do anything for more friction. As if reading Marshall's mind, Kyle's fingers rolled over their shafts and twisted upward, picking up speed as their uncontrollable moans filled the room.

"F-fuck, I―ah, I can't--"Marshall whined, cut off by Kyle's forceful lips. He moaned into Kyle's open mouth and let go, hands sliding down Kyle's neck to grip his hips and drag him downward. Kyle swallowed the moan as Marshall shuddered, cock pulsing with his heartbeat, and the orgasm reached its peak. Cum spurted in huge globs, covering the hand still wrapped tightly around them and making their stomachs sticky and wet with more than just sweat. Kyle released Marshall's mouth and dropped his face into Marshall's neck, biting deep into the tender skin as Marshall felt warm loads of cum joining his own and pooling on his stomach and chest.

They exploded for nearly a minute together, Marshall gasping as his heart rate attempted to slow, the last drops of cum leaking from the tip and mingling with Kyle's, who shot another two loads before finally collapsing onto Marshall, breathing ragged and body completely limp. Together they lay unmoving, and Marshall wouldn't have been able to form a complete sentence, or even a single syllable as he closed his eyes and sucked in breath after satisfied breath.

Marshall had had sex before, a number of times. He'd been with a few women, but no one had ever, ever caused him so much pleasure, so much unbelievable sensation, without so much of an inch of penetration―into any orifice. And all Marshall could think was finally, over and over. Slowly, his hands began to trace Kyle's shoulder blades, dipping down his spine and splaying over his lower back. Marshall traced unidentifiable patterns into Kyle's skin as he stared at his closed eyelids.

For the first time in a very long time, Marshall was happy. Elated, in fact. And satisfied. He could feel nothing but warmth in his chest, on his chest, and against his already deflating manhood. His arms formed a loose circle around Kyle's waist and he sighed contentedly, pressing his cheek against Kyle's. Time no longer felt as if it were passing. They merely existed, and Marshall was nearly unconscious when he heard a soft sound against his ear.

"What?"He whispered, groggy, and throat dry and scratching with effort.

"Why?"Kyle asked again, voice soft and almost unrecognizable.

"Why did I cum? I thought you'd be arrogantly lording it over my head."Which I wouldn't have minded, thought to himself, but didn't voice aloud.

"You know what I mean."Kyle griped, and Marshall's chest rumbled with silent laughter.

"Because I wanted to. Because feeling you against me--"He blushed, thankful Kyle couldn't see him. Kyle leaned up on his elbows, staring down at Marshall with blatant confusion.

"The first time I touched you, you ran away. You practically screamed rape in my face and spat on me."Kyle wasn't one for subtlety, and Marshall groaned, rolling his eyes. "Seriously. Why are you doing this?"Marshall leaned up on his own elbows, rucking their chests against each other "and he made a mental note to shower after their little 'talk'.

"I'm guessing my previous answer was inadequate."He grumbled, looking up at Kyle with a resigned expression. "Let me try another approach."He sat up and Kyle backed away, kneeling over him until Marshall gently pushed him into a sitting position across from him on the bed.

"Ever since that first night, I've been dreaming about you. Fantasizing."He didn't drop his eyes from Kyle, though he really, really wanted to."After our kink fest, the fantasizing completely took over every waking thought. All I could think about was to get you close again."He shrugged helplessly. "When you touch me, I just―can't seem to do anything but beg for more. I can't say I ever imagined I'd turn gay and want to suck cock, but that doesn't mean turning you on and hearing you moan doesn't make me hard. I want you. All of you."His blush covered his face and neck and he bit his lip before continuing.

"You still don't believe me."He stated rhetorically. At a glance he could tell Kyle's disbelief hadn't lessened, not even a bit. "Kyle, ever since that first night I've jerked off remembering your hands on me, in me even. I haven't thought about anyone but you, do you understand? I don't know how this happened, but it's not going away."He gripped Kyle's shoulders. I'm interested. Hell, more than interested. Obsessed, maybe. Delirious with desire. Aching for--"He was cut off by a hand to his chest and warm lips enveloping his own. Their tongues met as lips parted and mouths widened, and Marshall forgot whatever he was saying in favor of Kyle and his tongue, his hand stroking his chest and grazing over a nipple, their knees brushing against each other as they scrambled closer together.

As abruptly as it came, the kiss ended and Marshall was left wanting all over again.

"You're right, I don't believe you. But I figured shutting you up before you go on another hour long lecture was in my best interest."Kyle smirked, tongue flicking over his lower lip. You know, you kept gabbing on and on about my sadistic games, yet that was probably the most vanilla sex I've ever had."He laughed lightly when Marshall glared and tried to shove him away.

"What? You wanted me to pull out all the stops and all I get is a blowjob for all my trouble?"He rolled out of the way when Marshall threw a pillow at his face. I have to tell you, this has gone down nothing like my real sessions would."He stilled, and Marshall crouched on the covers, searching for any sign of attack.

"But come over tomorrow. If you're brave enough, I'll show you what I can really do."Kyle's expression didn't seem to change, but Marshall knew there was something different there. But he finally managed to reign in his tongue. Sort of. Instead of replying, he pulled Kyle closer and lay back on the bed, kissing him softly. His hand cupped Kyle's cheek and Kyle wound his own arm over Marshall's shoulders.

"Fine. But no cuffs."Marshall replied between kisses, and as Kyle's laughter died away they closed their eyes, allowing sleep to overtake them, sticky flesh and all.

* * *

"If Clara really matters to you, why won't you at least invite her to the opening performance?" Marshall tried, unsuccessfully, explaining to Kyle yet again. He placed an arm on Kyle's shoulder, redirecting him toward their shared office space rather than their old cubicles - the one Marshall had to return to in two days.

Finally the dreaded, yet welcome, day had arrived. Marshall's chest had been tightly restrained with tension for weeks, knowing it was coming.

Kyle's last day.

Two measly days away. Kyle said he was relieved, being trapped in his character for weeks on end, but Marshall felt differently. Would things still be the same, sharing coffee and bagels over boring paperwork, taking lunch together downstairs - with Kyle's continued facade drowning out all normalcy from their lives? Clara had grown increasingly quiet as well. She knew there was more to his departure than meets the eye, but she was smart enough not to confront Kyle again - after that last fiasco, who could blame her?