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Weighted Measure
by Chris Owen
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Hard working and a little reclusive, Marshall insists that he's perfectly happy with his life. His friend Paige disagrees, and drags him out for a night on the town, where Marshall meets Tyler. He thinks Tyler is perfect for a one night stand, but what's Marshall to do when Tyler doesn't leave? After much digging his heels in, Marshall decides to just drink Tyler off is mind, but Tyler has other ideas. Can he convince Marshall that there's more to life than work, and that Tyler needs a place to settle down?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Arcana, 2007 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: September 2007
 
107 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [50 KB]
Words: 10740
Reading time: 30-42 min.
Marshall dropped his hands low, sliding over cotton and then denim until he had a good handful of ass, and pulled. The way their legs were tangled meant they both had a thigh to rub on, and that was just perfect, exactly right, even if the setting was less than desirable. "Christ, fags making out in the hallway again," someone laughed, bumping into Marshall's arm. "That's not a fag, that's the drummer. Ty! Let the groupie go and get your ass back on stage!" Marshall ignored them both, all his attention taken up by the tongue in his mouth, the ass in his hands, and the cock getting hard along his hipbone. "Are they talking about us?" he said, mumbling around the kisses. He wasn't sure if he'd even be heard above the noise of the bar and the stereo system piping in canned music around them. "Probably, unless there's another drummer." The thigh just under Marshall's balls flexed and another group of people trying to get to the bathrooms yelled at them to find a room. "So you're Ty?" Marshall asked, using his hands to shift narrow hips just a little to the left. "Uh huh. Tyler. You?" "Marshall." Tyler's mouth slid down to his neck and Marshall tilted his head to give him room. "Are you going to hang around after the last set?" Tyler asked, licking his way up to Marshall's ear and grinding against him. "I could," Marshall said with a gasp as teeth scraped his earlobe. "Will you make it worth the effort of staying out that late?" "Hell, yeah." Tyler pushed into him, hard, then backed away and let him go. "Time for the set. Stay, okay? We'll have some fun after." Marshall nodded and kissed him once more. "My place is only a few blocks away." "Awesome." Tyler grinned at him and took his hand, pulling him through the crowd standing at the bar and heading for the stage. "I'll find you after," he promised. "I'll be here." Marshall let go of his hand as they passed the table where he'd been sitting, watched as Tyler climbed onto the stage, then casually dropped into the chair beside his friend Paige. "We're staying," he told her, reaching for the beer bottle in front of her. "I'm stunned," she said dryly, snatching the beer before he could steal it. "Get your own."
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