Externalizing [mxm]

Chapter 20

"Thank you," the dean muttered, despite the obviously still unhappy Mrs. Lowery. "I need to talk some more here with Mrs. Lowery. I'll keep in contact Brendan, but for now, just go home. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

Brendan nodded stiffly, shooting a sympathetic look towards his student and a glare at the mother before stalking out. Marc followed after and they retrieved Ariel on their way to the car. "Over protective mom?" Marc questioned, having a feeling Brendan knew a little more about what was going on.

Brendan glanced guiltily back towards the school. "That was Brie," he said. "She's just started dating someone. Overprotective mother yes, also homophobic mother causes for lots of sneaking around acting suspicious I guess. They both hang out in my classroom after school since they can't spend time together outside of school, really."

"Oh." Marc patted the top of Ariel's head, who was trying to listen intently to figure out what was going on.

"But it's not like I was going to say any of that in front of her mom," Brendan let out a deflated sigh. "But yeah." He ran his hands over his face and back into his hair with a frustrated groan. "And here I thought it was being gay would be causing me problems."

Marc let out a dry chuckle. "Do you need to get back to the studio?"

"Yeah, but I think I'm just going to clean up. That kind of killed my mood for right now. Shit, I'm still on pins and needles about it. I could lose my job if they were taking it to heart and not listening to us." He held out his hands, showing the slight unsteadiness of them.

Marc cupped a hand over Ariel's mouth to keep her from demanding another dollar in payment for a moment. Marc pulled Brendan into a side hug and kissed the side of his head. "Obviously it'll get straightened out, it might just be weird for a few days."

"Straightened out, interesting phrasing there, considering the not straightness of it will hopefully save me," Brendan couldn't help but laugh.

Marc rolled his eyes but was at least glad to see Brendan easing back up a bit. "Let's get back to the studio. I think Ariel is volunteering to help clean up."

***

Brendan threw himself dramatically into Marc's bed, making sure that his arms and legs were stretched out enough to take up as much space as possible. At the end of it all he let out a huge sigh and buried his face into the comforter. "Can I sleep now?"

"Only if you promise to share the bed," Marc grumbled, trying to roll Brendan to one side or the other, but Brendan refused to cooperate.

Brendan only let out a loud groan of complaint. "I should get the whole bed to myself, me thinks."

Marc gave up and sat on a free corner as he took off his socks. "And I think I should get some part of my own bed."

Brendan half turned and looked at him. "So you told them all, huh?"

"Sorry," Marc apologized again.

"No, it's not that." Brendan sat up and wrapped his arms around Marc's shoulders from behind. "I'm just surprised you were so open about it I guess. I didn't think you would tell anyone."

"Well you were going to get in trouble," Marc said defensively. "And I mean... if it affected your job then I would be more upset about having said it. But I didn't mind."

Brendan gave him a kiss on the side of his temple. "Well I think that was a big thing."

Marc turned and caught Brendan's lips with his own, sinking back against Brendan. Brendan used his hands to work off Marc's shirt as Marc twisted himself around to face Brendan. He kissed down Brendan's neck and chest, letting his lips linger and his hands feel over his skin and tattoos. Marc trailed his fingers over Brendan's ribs and felt him squirm. He'd have to ask if he was ticklish later.

Marc got lower and pulled Brendan's pants off, throwing them onto the floor. Marc paused briefly as he ran to the bedroom door to make sure it was locked. "Just in case we get a visitor," he grumbled, shedding his own pants and tumbling into the bed on top of Brendan.

Brendan happily welcomed him back with a long kiss and grinding his erection up against Marc's. Marc was torn between being unsure of what he was doing and being too excited to even really care that he didn't know what was going on.

He could feel Brendan running his hands all over, and Marc was content to do the same; savoring the warm feel of Brendan's body and the comfort in it that he suddenly craved. Marc trailed kisses down Brendan's body, starting from the neck and making his way down to Brendan's weeping shaft.

Marc gave it some much needed attention with his mouth and hands as he swiped his tongue up the underside and fondled Brendan's sac. Brendan moaned and wiggled his hips up towards the touches. "What do I do?" Marc asked quickly and quietly.

Brendan took a moment to respond as he processed the question. "Um, lube and fingers."

Marc swore under his breath, breaking away momentarily to run into the bathroom. In the back underneath his sink he had a hidden bottle of lube—mostly for himself in the past. He grabbed that and found a box of condoms nestled back with it that he grabbed.

He met Brendan back on the bed and popped the cap of lube and put a glob over his fingers. Brendan smirked at him, his eyebrows tweaked playfully. "Up the butt," he informed rather childishly, giggling as he said it.

Marc rolled his eyes as he couldn't help but smile back. Brendan laid back again, and Marc gently worked his lubed fingers inside Brendan's body one by one. Each time pushed in deeper he could feel Brendan shift on the bed and his breathing picked up.

Marc pulled his fingers back, wiping them on the corner of the bed. He would just do laundry a little more frequently at this rate. He fumbled only briefly with a condom as he put it on over himself and climbed over Brendan on the bed.

He nibbled at Brendan's lips then, some small part of him stalling out of nerves. Brendan eagerly went with the kiss as his legs hooked Marc in and urged him closer. Brendan used his hand to line Marc up and met his eyes with a smile. "Good?" Brendan asked.

"Yeah," Marc panted, letting Brendan help him with the first penetration.

Marc felt the heat wrap around him, tighter than he imagined but soft and letting him sink all of the way in. Marc let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, feeling his body shaking slightly with the sensation of it all.

Brendan stroked his arms then, giving Marc a minute to gather himself before rocking his hips upwards. Marc leveraged himself against the bed then, slowly thrusting himself inside. Brendan let his head fall back against the bed with a soft moan of pleasure, closing his eyes as he faded off into it.

Marc ducked his head down and let his lips rest against the side of Brendan's face, just between his neck and ear. It didn't last nearly as long as Marc would have liked. He felt the orgasm creeping up his legs and down his spine, swearing under his breath as the release washed over him.

Brendan stroked himself off at the end so that he could finish as well and giving Marc a long and sloppy kiss in the process.

"Sorry," Marc grumbled meekly, feeling embarrassed.

"Hey, we've got all the time in the world to make up for it," he said, chuckling. "It's been a long time."

"It has," Marc agreed, falling off to the side of Brendan. "Staying the night, right?"

"Blueberry will one day soon kill me," he sighed dramatically.

"She'll learn to live without you around as much," Marc decided.

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A/N: Finally coming to an end here :) maybe two more chapters ( a conclusive one after this, and then an epilogue because I like epilogues) and then I might be able to say I finally finished it. Nanowrimo... psh. I did so terribly haha