Externalizing [mxm]

Chapter 21 (End)

The party started to die off then, and Marc excused them so that they could get home before he lost Brendan to the realm of sleep. "Alcohol makes me drowsy," Brendan murmured. "I'll sleep well tonight."

Marc hummed to himself and ushered Brendan upstairs. "Maybe you can stay awake a little longer, yeah?" He put his hands suggestively on Brendan's hips then as he guided him into the bedroom.

Brendan chuckled and threw himself back onto the bed. "Only maybe if you can keep me entertained."

"I might be able to." Marc began to help Brendan wiggle out of his clothes, which was more on the difficult side as Brendan seemed to not want to move his limbs of his own accord, all while giving Marc a mischievous grin. "Brat," Marc complained when he had gotten them both down to their skin.

Brendan laughed and wrapped his arms up around Marc's neck as he pulled in the other man for a kiss. Brendan was more sloppy than usual, and his hands clumsily felt over Marc's back and chest. Marc worked his kisses downwards, stopping to play with Brendan's nipples before sinking lower. He gave Brendan's erection a brief few strokes and then went aside for the condom and lube.

He drew the preparation out longer than he had before, twisting his fingers and rubbing deep inside. Brendan squirmed and groaned, half in pleasure and half in frustration as Marc wasn't taking it much further. After receiving a prompting kick from Brendan, Marc laughingly put on the condom and debated risking more teasing.

Brendan was giving him a hearty mix between a glare and a pout that was hard to resist, though. Marc let himself sink slowly inside of Brendan then, all while making sure to take his time. He didn't let anything go too hard or fast—he just kept a slow and gentle place.

He could see it frustrated Brendan a bit, but he was enjoying himself nonetheless. It was almost lethargic, keeping them both at a point of pleasure but not nearly as close to orgasm as they wanted to be. Marc made sure to milk it for as long as he could though, watching Brendan's eyes flutter with each slow thrust.

Eventually Marc got tired of Brendan impatiently pinching him from time to time, and so he used a free hand to help bring Brendan up to climax. "Fuck," Brendan groaned, straining back against the bed as Marc continued to grind inside of him. It didn't take very long from there before he was coming, and only then did Marc quicken his pace enough to bring himself to an orgasm as well.

Brendan happily wrapped his arms and legs around Marc's body then, keeping him in place for a little while as he buried his face against Marc's neck.

"You okay?" Marc asked, half-heartedly trying to escape Brendan's death grip.

"Tired," Brendan continued to complain.

"Let me go and we can go to sleep," Marc promised.

Brendan relinquished and flopped back into the bed, but with his eyes still open and fixed up on the ceiling. Marc went into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth so that they could clean up a bit before actually falling asleep. He joined Brendan on the bed and gave him a slow rubdown while the cloth was still warm. "Tomorrow is going to suck," Marc began. "Waking up, getting out of bed to brace the cold, cold day..."

Brendan let out a groan of distress and closed his eyes. "Shhh."

"You could just not leave the house," Marc theorized. "Ever."

Brendan frowned and peeked at him. "Holding me hostage?"

"Try a lame, when your lease ends, maybe you could consider moving in?" Marc put it out more plainly. Maybe both of them had had a little too much to drink.

Brendan stared at him for a few seconds. "Explain that to Ariel?"

"I think she already gets most of it, and at this point, you're over here pretty often... but I mean, I'd like you to," Marc admitted sheepishly.

"And to think," Brendan sighed dramatically. "There was a point when you were straight."

Marc gave him a light smack in the arm. "Says the one who dragged me out."

Brendan shrugged, not even bothering to defend himself. "I'd need an extra room."

"For what?" Marc chuckled.

"Art." Brendan dramatically extended his arms up to the ceiling. "I need a space."

"You and Ariel... this whole place is going to get covered up in artwork, isn't it?" Marc pretended to sound irritated about it. "But yeah, obviously we'd work something out."

Brendan rolled over on his side and got comfortable with one of the pillows. "My lease is up in August."

"August it is then," Marc chuckled, stroking Brendan's hair as he drifted off to sleep.  

~~~~The End

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A/N: I'm bad with conclusive endings...