•Chapter 2•

Marcus' pov

Saturday 12th may 2007

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I need a night out. I'm so sick of being in this flat all day and all night. I'm very grateful that Quinn is letting me stay with him but I'm tired of being cooped up like this.

Not too long ago my dad found out I was gay and beat the shit out of me. I was kicked out of the house and told to never come back. Thankfully, I had a friend that came and picked me up and took me to his place for a couple of nights until I was healed enough to leave. He drove me down to London where my friend Quinn lives and I've been staying here ever since. I've been trying so hard to get a job but nowhere wants to hire someone with barely any experience working in a pub.

"You okay Marcus?" Asks Quinn as he comes into the flat from his job.

"I'm alright, I just need a night out you know?" I say and he nods along.

"I can take you to a club tonight if you're up to it. But you're not having any alcohol," Quinn says with a pointed look.

"I know," I grumble. So maybe over the past couple of weeks I've been drinking too much. Quinn is overreacting anyways, I'm not an alcoholic.

"Go get some clothes on and we'll go," he says and I get off the couch. I decide to wear some skinny jeans and a somewhat tight fitting T-shirt. I'm not as muscular as I'd like to be because I've not got the money for a gym membership. That also means when I try to hookup with anyone they always assume I'm a bottom because of my lean stature. Well not tonight, hopefully I can find a bottom who is willing for a quick hookup.

"Are you ready yet?" Quinn asks through the bedroom door.

"Yeah I'm done." I open the door and see he's dressed similar to me.

"Let's get something to eat first. You don't want to be hooking up on an empty stomach," he winks. I'm sure that was supposed to be a pun but I don't laugh at him, I just roll my eyes at his terrible jokes. He makes us both a sandwich and we eat while talking about who we want to hook up with.

"I'm thinking a short girl, I've always had a soft spot for short girls," Quinn says.

"I just want a bottom, I don't even care what they look like at this point," I say and Quinn laughs at me.

"You'll find someone, you're not exactly ugly are you?"

"Thank for the confidence boost, at least I'm not ugly."

"You know what I meant, let's just go and hopefully you'll be out of this grumpy mood."

We walk to the club which isn't too far from the flat and wait in the line outside. I don't have any ID because I can't drive yet and my parents have my passport so I just make sure I look confident enough to look older than 18 and the bouncer happily lets us inside. The loud music and flashing lights are amazing as we walk through the dance floor to get to the bar. Quinn orders me a virgin cocktail and tells me he's paying for it as a treat.

"Thank you," I say to him.

"To Marcus' new life without homophobic, asshole parents!" Quinn cheers and I clink our glasses with a grin. "So, see any potential gays?"

"I'm not sure, he looks like a twink," I say and nod my head to a small blonde boy dancing with a group of guys.

"Well, I see someone I'm interested in," he says and downs his drink. "I'll see you at the flat tonight. You've got a phone to call me and your keys right?"

"Yeah I've got my keys and the phone," I say and pat my pockets. He nods and disappears into the crowd of dancers. I stay at the bar for a while, scoping out possible people.

"Hello cutie," a man says beside me and I turn to look at him. Holy hell he's gorgeous. He has dark brown hair styled to perfection and chiseled facial features to die for. He's wearing an open black shirt and tight leather pants which make him look way too hot for one person.

"Hello," I answer back, unsure of his intentions.

"I'm Damian, and you are?" He asks.

"I'm Marcus," I say and he smiles more.

"So Marcus, what are you doing here tonight?"

"Well I'm supposed to be looking for a hookup but I don't know who's gay and who's not," I say while my eyes scan the crowd again.

"I'm gay," he answers with a smirk and I blush bright red. Why does his smile do that to me?

"I'm not a bottom," I answer quickly and he rolls his eyes.

"Have you ever tried it?"

"No-"

"Then how do you know you're not a bottom?"

My mouth drops open as I stare at the handsome man with an insane amount of confidence.

"Are you trying to get me in bed?" I ask as my blush intensifies.

"Of course I am, you're sexy and gay, why wouldn't I want you in bed?"

"Well I don't bottom," I say as confidently as I can. "So unless you're going to give it up, we won't be having sex." I shrug and take a sip of my drink.

"Come on, I'll be gentle," he says with a smirk and leans forward so his face is close to mine. My breath catches as he presses his lips to mine gently. It's a brief kiss and he smirks when he pulls away. My mouth opens and closes like a fish.

"I guess I could bottom," I breathe out and he smiles. He takes my hand and leads me to a back door where we end up in a corridor. I don't get a chance to look around because we go up some stairs and into a flat above the club.

"Do you own the club?" I ask and he nods with an even bigger grin.

"Should we go to the bedroom?" He asks and wraps his arms around my waist. I gasp when he pulls me against his body and I feel his hard-on against my hip. I nod, not being able to speak from how hot this all is. It feels like my body is on fire as I'm lead to the bedroom by the sexy man in the open shirt. There's a huge bed in the middle with red satin sheets.

Damian holds my chin in his hand as he kisses me forcefully and walks backwards towards the bed. I climb on the bed and lay against the pillows as he follows and gets between my legs. I pull my shirt off as he starts to unbutton his own. My lips are straight back to his and I help him push his shirt off his shoulders while his lips trail down my neck and he nibbles on the sensitive skin.

"Oh fuck," I moan as his hand palms me through my jeans. He makes quick work of getting me completely naked and laid out in front of him. I blush when his eyes wander across my body. My erection leaks precum when he slowly unbuttons his leather pants and releases his huge cock. He smirks when my dick twitches against my stomach. He keeps his leather pants on as he uses a lubed finger to probe into my asshole.

"Ugh!" I groan when he starts to stretch my hole out for him. I've never done this before and I'm starting to see why. "That hurts," I gasp when a second finger goes in.

"Relax, and if it helps push out," he says and leans down to start kissing my neck again. I take a deep breath and do as he suggested.

"That's better," he whispers in my ear and nibbles on the skin.

"Oh shit!" I moan as he hits something inside me that makes me see stars. My back arches as he rubs that area over and over with his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and makes me turn over on my hands and knees. I feel so exposed with my asshole presented to him like this. I blush when I hear him open a condom and then press his dick against my twitching hole. I choke on a moan when he presses inside me and a stinging pain shoots through me.

"Fuck that hurts," I tell him and he stops his movements.

"Tell me when you've adjusted," he says and massages my hips.

"You're too big," I complain and he laughs.

"I'm trying to be gentle sweetheart," he says and I groan at the cute pet name. Why is he so hot while also so cute at the same time?

"I think you can move," I say when the stinging subsides. He slowly pushes in more and I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his leather covered thighs press against me. Come on Marcus you can do this. You've fucked people before and they haven't complained, just get comfy and it'll start feeling good.

I drop down to my elbows and then lay my chest flat on the bed so my back is arched and my ass is presented for Damian. I hold onto the pillow tightly as he starts thrusting in and out and a slow pace. I let out small moans every time he pushes into my sweet spot with his scarily big dick. His grip on my hips gets tighter as he speeds up and puts more force into his thrusts.

"Oh fuck!" I moan and he speeds up into a rougher fucking. I reach down and stroke my erection as his cock starts to feel good in me. He suddenly pulls out and lays beside me and nods at his member.

"You want me to ride you?" I ask. Is he serious?

"Hop on," he smirks and I blush again. I slowly and not very gracefully climb over his hips and prop myself up so I can lower my ass onto his dick. I whine uncomfortably when I get stretched out again.

"Good boy," Damian says as he rests his hands on my thighs. My head falls back as I fuck myself on him at an agonisingly slow pace. I manage to lay my hands across his hard chest as I lean forward slightly and move my ass up and down.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I groan as my sweet spot is stimulated again. I bounce on his dick like a whore while he moans and tells me I'm a good boy. I jerk myself off with one hand and balance myself with the other as I feel my orgasm getting closer.

"I'm going to cum," I say in a breathy moan.

"Me too," Damian grunts and I feel his body get tense. I moan when he grabs my hips and starts thrusting up into me. My hand strokes me faster as I hit the edge and cum all over his stomach. My vision blanks out for a second and my body drops down onto his chest. We both lay panting for a minute before he pulls out. I move off him and watch as he takes the condom off. He goes into the bathroom attached and comes back out after a few minutes with my cum washed off him.

"You look thoroughly fucked," Damian laughs when he sees me sprawled our on the bed with tired eyes.

"Thanks," I mumble. He turns the light off and gets in the bed behind me, pulling the sheets over us both.

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"Wake up sweetheart."

Who the fuck is that? I open my eyes and see the handsome man from last night stood in a pair of loose fitting sweatpants.

"Morning," I say and sit up in the comfortable bed.

"I've made breakfast," he says and leaves the bedroom. I go to his bathroom to use the toilet and then I pull my boxers and jeans back on so I'm decent. I carry the shirt and put it on as I make my way to where I can smell delicious food.

"I hope you like scrambled egg," he says as I walk into a kitchen with a dining table. I sit at the table with him and he smiles at me.

"My ass is sore," I complain and shuffle on the seat a little.

"I'm sorry, you enjoyed it though didn't you?"

"Maybe."

"Good then. Anyways, how old are you?" He asks while eating the eggs and toast.

"I'm 19, how old are you?" I ask him.

"I'm 28. Why were you clubbing alone?" He asks back. I squint at him.

"Why the 20 questions?"

"I just want to get to know you better. I like your personality," he explains and I blush when he compliments me.

"I was with my friend but we both agreed we'd hook up tonight and he got a girl before I found you. He wasn't expecting me back at the flat that night though," I say and he nods.

"You don't live with your parents?"

"No, they kicked me out for being gay."

"That's horrible, are you doing okay?"

"I still need to find a job but other than that, I'm doing fine."

"I'm in need of a bartender if you're interested," he says with a smile, knowing that I'll say yes.

"That would be great! I've got experience in a pub pulling pints so I don't need a lot of training," I say happily and Damian nods in agreement.

"If you give me your number I'll call you to arrange an interview with my head bar man. It's just a formality to make sure you'll be good enough for the job."

I give him my phone number and he promises to call before I leave to head back home. Thank you Damian!