One Morning In Marrakech
“We're going to Marrakech!”
Colin yelped as he was tackled in a flurry of hair and sweaty skin, which actually drug him to the ground and began to roll around with him. Colin kicked and fought, glad he wasn't cleaned up yet because he was being covered in dust. Rocks were digging into his back. “Get off me!” He screamed, flailing at Jared with his fists. He spluttered, spitting out dust.
Jared stopped mauling him and sat up, straddling him and laughing. He pushed his hair away from his face, full of dust, his clothes equally dirty, though he was still half in costume so it didn't matter. Colin was just in his shorts and probably bleeding from various parts of his body now. There were people nearby, laughing at them. The mood in the camp had lightened considerably in the past hour.
“We're going to Marrakech!” Jared grinned down at him, and pushed on Colin's chest with both hands.
“I know!” Colin croaked. He pushed at Jared's hands. “Oliver told me. Now get off!”
Jared rolled off him, still grinning. Colin sat up wincing and brushed angrily at himself. The people who were laughing moved on.
“That's so cool,” Jared sprawled out on his back, arms and legs stretched out like he was making a snow angel, heedless of rock or dust beneath him. He was gazing up at the sky, hair a dirty tangle around his head, the white dust on his face making his eyes look vivid. “I can't believe we get to spend a whole weekend in civilization!”
“Even soldiers get leave.” Colin struggled to his feet. He turned and looked down at Jared and thought about kicking him. Jared smiled up at him though, and with such good news it was hard to be in a bad mood.
“Come on idiot, get up.”
The next day was Friday and they had it off, since they were leaving for Marrakech that afternoon when the transports came to pick them up. Everyone got to spend the weekend in the city and would return on the transports Sunday night. Colin thought it was probably a sign of old age that the thing he was most looking forward to was a real shower and a comfy bed.
Another wonderful thing about the trip was that most people's families and significant others were going to be in Marrakech as well. A few were coming out with the transports, and a bunch of the camp inhabitants were gathered on the edge of the camp as if for a rock concert, watching the road. Colin went out there, bored at not having anything to do. It was nearly noon and the sun was sweltering. He had his sunglasses and sun block on, and was dressed to cover up most of his skin. He had learned early on that while the heat made you want to take off your clothes, putting them on was a much better idea in the dangerous sun.
When he got out there, he rolled his eyes. “What are you doing?”
Jared was sitting in a folding chair beneath a huge, lurid pink umbrella with flowers on it and frilly fringe around the edges. He had on a pair of denim shorts, a white t-shirt, sunglasses and sandals, and his hair was in a loose braid. There was a bottle of water tucked in his crotch, one leg propped on top of the other. He smiled up at Colin. “Hi! I was wondering if you were coming out.” He gestured to an empty chair beside him. “I brought you a chair.”
“What are you doing out here?” Colin eyed the umbrella and batted at the fringe on it. “Where the hell did you get this?”
“One of the girls in costuming,” Jared lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a suck from the push-pull top. “Isn't it cute?”
“Yeah, if you're a girl from costuming.” Colin moved around to the chair, which was well under the shade of the huge umbrella. He had nothing better to do at the moment. “Why are you out here?”
“Just something to pass the time. Plus I wanna watch everybody hump each other when the transports arrive.”
Colin looked around. The other people out there were either sitting around on blankets or in their own chairs. Most of them had umbrellas, all much simpler than Jared's.
“I feel like we're waiting for Mohamed or something,” Colin said. “Sitting out here in the middle of the desert.”
The midday sun baked everything with a dry, oppressive heat that made Colin's head swim. He hadn't been planning on lingering out there, so he hadn't brought water. Jared shared his, and eventually Colin got up and went back to camp to get a bottle and bring Jared a fresh one. He felt a little weak and sick from the heat, but there was nowhere to escape it at that time of day, so hanging out with Jared under a pink umbrella was the most interesting option.
As the sun slanted into mid-afternoon, things cooled off a bit, if you could ever call the desert in daytime cool. Some of the people were sleeping on their blankets under their umbrellas. Others were reading, or playing cards. Colin and Jared had been chatting for a long while, about filming, about their lives, a little bit of everything. Silence had fallen now, and Colin realized he was sleepy. He wondered if tonight he could just shower and sleep and save the partying for tomorrow.
Quite suddenly, Jared started singing. Colin looked over at him in surprise, then cringed because people immediately looked their way. It wasn't that Jared didn't have a good voice—he had an excellent voice, in fact. Colin had been invited to a 30 Seconds to Mars concert just before shooting had started and was duly impressed. He just thought it was rather strange—though not completely out of character—for Jared to start randomly singing. It was one of his songs, but Colin didn't know enough about his music to know which one.
Jared was infectious though, in the best way, and it wasn't long before other people migrated over and started singing with him. They sang everything from pop songs to oldies and more traditional songs—music was provided by hands clapping and slapping on knees, and one guy, one of the extras, took his boots off and pounded them together to provide bass. A Moroccan soldier came over and taught them a song in his language, and in return Jared taught him one of his songs. Soon it was like a party. Colin couldn't help but laugh, and Jared got him singing along as well.
Jared eventually started dancing, which got other people dancing as well. Colin sat in his chair and laughed, watching him, thinking he was kind of like the Pied Piper. Wherever he wove his magic, others would follow. Jared then came over and yanked the umbrella out of the ground. Colin winced in the onslaught of sunlight, but laughed as Jared started twirling around with it, singing and dancing. He beckoned to Colin and Colin shook his head, holding up his hands. Jared drug him to his feet, and after some initial reluctance, Colin danced under the umbrella with him.
While they were carrying on, a sudden joyous shout went up and everyone stopped. The first of the transports was coming up the road.
Jared and Colin retook their seats, after Jared put the umbrella back in the ground. They were both panting and flushed, and still grinning. The others ran out to greet the transport before it even got all the way up to the camp.
“Isn't it amazing?” Jared said, breathless. He took a drink from his bottle. “This is what life is. It's not pretending to be somebody in front of a camera, or where you live, or what you do to make money. This is life, out here in the sun.”
Colin smiled, thinking about it. He chuckled as a little girl leapt off the side of the truck into one of the guy's arms, squealing and laughing.
“Holy shit, look who it is!” Jared sat forward. Colin squinted, shielding his eyes with his hand.
Unerringly elegant even in these surroundings, Francisco had just hopped down off the transport. He looked around, and when he saw them he grinned and waved, and came toward them. He was wearing sleek, fashionable sunglasses, jeans, a clingy t-shirt, and sandals. “It's hot out here!” He called, grinning and wiping his hand over his forehead.
“I'll go get Jonathan!” Jared was up and off at once.
Colin chuckled as Francisco came over. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in London.”
“Surprise,” he smiled and took off his sunglasses. “I found out you guys were going to Marrakech for the weekend so I flew down.” He was a beautiful, refined thing, untouched by sun or dust. Colin sometimes regretted that Francisco had fallen in so fast with Jonathan, before Colin had a chance to ply his charms.
Jonathan, to put it mildly, was ecstatic. He'd been considering not going to Marrakech, but his mind was resolutely changed.
“We better get ready,” Colin said to Jared, as the other two were busy embracing.
“Yeah,” Jared grinned. “There's a blanket right over there, guys!”
Colin smirked and yanked the umbrella out of the ground. He walked back to camp with it balanced on his shoulder, Jared joining him beneath it carrying the chairs.
Colin spent so long in the shower in his hotel room that Jared had to almost physically remove him. Colin had never appreciated a shower so much—warm water, for as long as he wanted it, and a nice long lathering with real soap and shampoo. He brought in a nailbrush to dig all the grit from under his fingernails and toenails. He washed his hair twice to get all the dust out of it. Every crevice of his body got a thorough cleaning.
“It's going to be midnight before we get anywhere!” Jared admonished him as he dressed. It felt good to slip into clean, dust-free clothes. “It's almost sunset!”
“Don't worry, the booze will wait for you. The bars don't turn into pumpkins at midnight.”
Jared was showered, his hair smooth and gleaming on his shoulders. He was wearing jeans and a clingy black shirt that showed off his muscles and rode up on his stomach. He looked fantastic. Colin opted for comfy jeans and a t-shirt and as much wrist gear as he could fit, so he felt more like himself again. If only he could get rid of the blond hair.
Marrakech had an impressive nightlife. They went to Guéliz, around Place Abdelmoumen ben Ali, where there were numerous modern bars and clubs, as well as restaurants and cafes. It was a charming mixture of past and present, sleek modern buildings interspersed with older structures, some of the streets paved and others still made of stones. The walkways were crowded with people in colorful dress, music drifting from doorways, the smell of food filling the air. It was noisy and lively and energetic. They saw quite a few people from the camp, and everyone was waving to each other and gathering in little groups to chat before moving on. Colin's blood started to pump a little faster and thoughts of crawling in bed were quickly banished.
They started at Hotel La Renaissance, which had a lovely rooftop terrace bar. As soon as the alcohol started to flow, Colin came to life. They began a string of bar visits, hopping from one to the next, randomly meeting up with others from the camp for a beer here and there. Jared danced wherever there was music. Colin joined him once his head filled with a pleasant, buzzing fog.
In a noisy, crowded bar filled with music and thick with smoke, Gary Stretch caught up with them. He was in the company of two tipsy young women, one that Colin recognized from the stunt crew.
“Jonathan is throwing a hell of a party in his suite tonight,” Gary said near Colin's ear, yelling to be heard over the noise. “We're heading that way. You wanna come?”
Colin looked around for Jared. He was at the bar, standing amidst a group of Moroccan men who were talking and making lively gestures. Jared seemed to be trying to understand them, as well as speak to them with his limited grasp of their language. A little thing like language never kept Jared from making new friends. Colin caught his eye and waved him over.
“You wanna go to a party at Jonny's suite?” Colin yelled over the commotion. Jared looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. “We'll come,” Colin told Gary.
Walking through the streets half-loaded was a fun experience, and Jared and Colin were falling all over each other, laughing, trying to hold each other up and not run into anyone. At one point they were singing again and Gary was shaking his head at them—apparently he hadn't had enough to drink yet. Colin was wondering if he wanted to spare one of his girls for the night, since he had two and all.
“You used to be a boxer, didn't you?” Jared asked Gary in the elevator at the hotel. It was a nice hotel, very chic and modern. Colin wondered how Jonathan had gotten a suite. The main actors had nice rooms at their hotels, but it didn't seem Jonathan would be afforded such a thing.
“Sure did,” Gary turned to him, giving an exaggerated grunt. “You want me to show you some punches?”
The girls tittered and Jared smirked, lifting his chin. “Right there,” he tapped it.
The girls laughed while Gary pretended to punch Jared around. It was clear they both thought Jared was cute. Their perfume filled the elevator, and Colin thought about how long it had been since he'd been with a woman. Screwing Jared was starting to make him question himself. His masculinity was wounded and demanding a patch-up.
Inside the suite, a true Hollywood party was going on. Colin knew it the instant he walked in the door and saw nothing but flesh, heard the music pounding, and smelled pot. Oh yes, this was a familiar place. Booze up front, drugs in the back. Take turns in the bedroom and hope no one left anything sticky on the sheets before you go in.
Jared went to mingle, following Gary. Colin was trying to decide if hash or beer should come first, when Angelina walked up to him, smiling. She was wearing a slinky black dress, her hair piled in curls on top her head.
“Hey there sonny boy,” they both chuckled, and Colin kissed her cheeks. She pressed a bottle into his hand. “Have a drink.”
“Thanks,” he opened it a bit clumsily. His head was still floaty. “How you been, Mum?”
“Fine,” she smiled. “How's desert life?”
“Hot.” They both chuckled again. Jonathan came by, clothes rumpled and looking soused already, Francisco hanging off him and obviously tipsy too. “Oh hi Colin!” Jonathan said brightly. “Glad you came. You like the suite?”
“It's nice,” Colin looked around.
“Francisco got it for me as a present,” Jonathan slurred, patting Francisco's hand on his shoulder. Francisco laughed. “I thought a party would be nice!” Francisco said, his accent heavier than usual.
“Well it was a good call,” Colin lifted his beer to them, and they wandered off. Angelina laughed.
“I didn't realize Jonathan was gay.”
“I don't think he did either.”
He and Angelina sat on a couch together. They talked and drank, and smoked a little. Colin knew harder things were going on elsewhere in the suite, but he wasn't in the mood for them tonight. Angelina played with his hair. Every now and then Colin saw Jared through the crowd. Women were flocking around him. He seemed to be spending most of his time dancing or chatting, but didn't appear overly affectionate with any of them. Once he glanced in Colin's direction, but quickly looked away. Then he disappeared completely for a good half hour.
“I'm gonna have a piss,” Colin said, sitting his empty beer bottle with the other ones at his feet. Angelina was lounging against him, her shoes off now.
“Well don't do it here,” she said with a grin. He smirked at her and got up. She flopped over on the couch with a sigh, giving him a smile. “Hurry back.”
Colin went to find the bathroom, which was located at the end of a short hallway. There was one in the bedroom too, but Colin didn't fancy seeing whoever might be on the bed at the moment, so he waited outside the main one until it was empty. When a burly-looking guy that Colin recognized as one of the extras vacated it, he went in, did his business, and washed his hands. The room smelled like smoke. At least it didn't smell like puke yet.
Colin stared at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He looked tired, and darker than he used to be. He thought about Angelina out on the couch. She would probably sleep with him tonight, all he'd have to do was take her back to his hotel. He didn't feel like fucking anybody though, strangely enough. As the night wore on his buzz had faded despite trying to boost it with more alcohol, and he was thinking more and more about a nice sleep in a comfortable bed. Maybe he was becoming an old man. His masculinity bleated and looked at him accusingly through his eyes.
When he opened the bathroom door, he stopped short. Jared was out in the hallway, leaning against the wall. He was rubbing at his face with his hands, snorting and sniffling.
“What's wrong?” Colin stepped toward him. “What's the matter?”
Jared looked up at him, still clawing at his nose and cheeks. His eyes were red and watery, and Colin thought for a second he was crying. He lowered his hands, snorting hard. “I never tried coke before,” he said in a thick voice.
Colin sighed and rolled his eyes. “So why did you now? Get in here.” He drug Jared into the bathroom and closed the door.
“I only did like, half a line,” Jared leaned over the sink while Colin got him some tissues. “God, it burned!”
Colin handed him the tissues. “Are you going to throw up?”
“No,” he took them and started wiping his nose, then blew it hard. Colin found a plastic cup and filled it with water. “I musta done it wrong,” Jared said, his voice muffled by the tissue.
“Don't get into that shit,” Colin handed him the cup of water as he pulled the tissue away from his nose, examining it. Thankfully there was no blood. “Stay the fuck away from it,” Colin said. “Trust me on this. It's not worth the high.”
Jared drank some of the water, then wiped at his streaming eyes. He seemed to be better. There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Be out in a minute!” Colin called.
“So you going home with Angelina?” Jared wiped at his nose again. “You seem to be cozy.”
“I doubt it. I think I'm just going back to the room and going to bed,” Colin glanced at Jared in the mirror. “What about you? You going home with one of those girls that have been hanging off you?”
“Nah,” Jared took another drink of water, then tossed the tissues in the wastebasket, which was near to full. “I'm not into girls right now.”
“Right now?” Colin found another plastic cup on the counter and filled it from the tap. His mouth was dry from the beer. “Do you have a schedule?”
Jared shrugged, leaning against the counter and taking another drink. “Sometimes I'm into girls. Sometimes I'm into guys. Right now I'm on a guy kick.”
“So, you gonna take a guy home then?”
The knock came at the door again. “Hold on a fucking minute!” Colin barked. He got a few nasty words from a female voice in return.
“Yes, I am.” Jared crumpled up the cup and threw it in the wastebasket, then grabbed Colin by the hand. “Let's go.”
They left the bathroom, Jared still dragging Colin by the hand. Colin cringed as the girl standing outside, as well as the two guys behind her, gave them a curious look. Colin made him let go before they returned to the main room.
Colin apologized to Angelina, telling her that Jared was sick and he needed to take him back to the hotel. She offered to drive them since she had a car, but Jared had already called a cab. Colin left his masculinity wailing and writhing at the door of the suite.
On the way to the hotel, Jared sat slumped in the back of the cab, still and quiet. Colin wondered if the coke was making him feel like crap. Colin felt tired and heavy himself and didn't attempt to make conversation.
At the hotel, he helped Jared to his room. A voice in Colin's head whispered go to bed. Jared whispered in his ear “come to bed with me.” His masculinity still back at the party trying to look up Angelina's skirt, Colin ended up in Jared's bed, kissing soft lips and sucking at a beer-soaked tongue.
“This shit has to stop,” Colin found himself saying.
Jared smirked lazily up at him. “It will, but not yet.”
They didn't actually fuck, because both of them had too much alcohol in their systems. They fell asleep half naked and tangled up, and Colin dreamt he was in the desert looking for something in the sand and dust, crawling around, digging frantically. His fingernails were bleeding, and the sun was burning his back, but he couldn't stop. The air smelled cloying and fruity for some reason. He woke up in the dim light of pre-dawn and his face was in Jared's hair. He actually looked at his fingers, but the nails were merely clipped and clean, for the first time in weeks. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
When he opened them again, light was streaming through the windows and he was alone.
Colin groaned. He was lying on his stomach, tangled up in the sheets, still wearing his jeans. He pushed his face into the pillow. His head felt thick but only a little achy, which was a good sign—no vicious hangover, since he'd paced himself. He was just going to feel vaguely shitty for a few hours. However, he was sore, sore as he was every morning, and his muscles didn't immediately want to respond.
“About time you woke up,” he heard Jared's voice. “Drunken bastard.”
Colin lifted his head, looking around and squinting in the direction from which the voice came. There was a little balcony attached to the room, and Jared was standing in the doorway of it, framed with morning light. He was wearing his djellaba, fastened in just enough places down the front so it covered his midsection. His bare chest and leg were visible beyond the open folds, deeply tanned now as Colin's skin was. His hair was gleaming on his shoulders. He was holding a cup.
“Want some tea?” He lifted it. “I ordered us both some from room service.”
“Sure.” Colin grunted and rolled out of bed, wincing at the aching of his muscles. “Just gonna have a piss first.”
When he emerged from the bathroom he felt a little better, being mobile and his bladder empty. He took his cup from the room service tray and padded out to the balcony. It was warm and lovely outside. Colin went and peeked over the side. They were dizzyingly high above the already busy street, the balcony enclosed on both sides by walls so it was private. “This is nice. I haven't been out on mine yet.”
Jared was sitting on a lounge chair, his legs spread so they were on either side of it rather than resting on it. This made his robe ride up to the point that Colin got a clear view of both his thighs, enough to know that he didn't have any underwear on. He was gazing up at Colin, eyes luminous in the morning light.
“You feeling better?” Colin asked.
Jared took a sip of his tea and sucked at his lower lip, still looking up at him. “Mm hm.”
Colin took a sip of his own. It had gone a bit cold. “I'm sorry about last night. Guess I was too fucked to fuck.” He smirked.
“It's all right.” Jared sat his tea aside on a stand next to him. He tossed his hair off his shoulder. “You wanna have a go now?”
Colin felt better, and a bit more eager and capable this morning with the alcohol having run its course. Still, he laughed. “Can we have breakfast first?”
“Why, are you hungry?” Jared scooted forward on the lounge, dragging himself to the end of it, legs still spread. This put him within reaching distance of Colin's belt loops.
“A little,” Colin made a sound in his throat as Jared pulled him forward. “Jared!” He lifted his cup so as not to whack him in the head with it.
“You can have your breakfast after I've had mine.” He was undoing Colin's jeans, his face at belly-level so his breath tickled Colin's stomach.
“Aren't we pushy this morning!” Colin looked around nervously, but it wasn't as though they were really in ‘public.' One would have had to been scaling the building to see them, and there were no tall buildings across from the hotel.
Colin felt vaguely absurd standing there holding his cup of tea while Jared pushed his jeans down and got his cock out of his underwear. It was starting to twitch already from the attention, not feeling absurd at all. Jared worked Colin's underwear down too, pushing them down around his knees with his jeans.
“Can I at least put my tea down?” Colin asked.
Jared reached up and took the cup, and sat it down next to the lounge. Then he leaned forward and gathered his cock up in both hands and Colin found it difficult to be reluctant anymore.
Jared stroked it to half-hardness, then slid his mouth over it, which did the job the rest of the way. Colin gasped, gazing down at him. Jared removed one hand from Colin's cock and started undoing his djellaba with it. After an awkward moment of fighting with the clasps, he got it open and started stroking himself while he worked his mouth slowly back and forth. Colin alternated between watching his hand and watching his face. Jared's long, soft lashes fell demurely against his cheeks, his nose brushing Colin's belly with each downward stroke. Colin reached down and played with his hair a bit, then closed his eyes. The morning breeze on his skin felt as sensual as Jared's mouth.
Jared popped his mouth off after a few minutes, and Colin moaned in protest, opening his eyes and looking down at him. The head of his cock was brushing Jared's swollen lower lip. “You still want breakfast?” Jared asked him, hot breath ghosting over Colin's wet, straining cock.
“You've persuaded me to put it off,” Colin eyed the lounge behind Jared, thinking about him laying back on it, his knees over Colin's shoulders. Yes, that was a good breakfast.
Jared got to his feet though, rising up in front of Colin, close enough that their cocks brushed together. Colin gripped his hips and drew him closer, grinding against him, wanting sensation. “Wanna go back inside?” Colin whispered.
“No,” Jared touched a finger to Colin's lower lip, his eyes bright and sultry. “Take off your pants and come here.”
Colin frowned, Jared slipping away from him, the fabric of his robe fluttering against Colin's bare thigh as he moved away toward the railing of the balcony. Colin looked down, then pushed his jeans and underwear down to his ankles and fought his way out of them. It was liberating, being naked out in the open, without being too risky.
Jared was standing at the railing, his hands resting on it and gazing out over the sprawling city of Marrakech. There was a solid wall beneath the railing, so he wasn't exposing himself to everyone in the street below. Colin went over to him, the wall waist level to him. “What?”
Jared turned to him with a smirk. “Right here.”
Colin stared at him a moment. “On the railing?” He said, slightly panicked. That was too crazy even for him.
“No,” Jared gave a snorting laugh. “Just standing right here, dumbass.”
Colin wasn't sure what he was getting at really, until Jared propped his foot up on a chair beside him. “There's some lotion of mine sitting in on the vanity.”
Colin stared at him another moment, then went to get it.
Colin had engaged in some near-public fuckery before, but this probably wasn't even close enough to count. He found the lotion and returned. Jared hiked his robe up around his hips, letting it gather and fall in front of him. Colin thought even with his foot up on the chair it wasn't going to work with the awkward angle. However, Jared gripped the railing and leaned over it a bit, and it made him the perfect height. His hair swept around his face, moving in the breeze.
After that blowjob, Colin wanted little more than to slick it up and stick it in, but he made himself be patient, since their trysts were rarely patient and they actually had all the time in the world right now. He coated his fingers thickly with lotion, then pressed one into Jared. He heard him gasp, and he looked back over his shoulder at him, eyelids drooping.
“Reprising my up-against-the-trailer fantasy are you?” Jared asked.
“Just be quiet and enjoy it.”
He did, tossing his head, rolling his shoulders, basking in the sunlight as Colin worked inside him, adding more lotion and a second finger with the first. Jared's hips rocked gently, the robe shifting around them. Colin saw his toes curling against the mesh of the chair. The greasy scent of hand lotion overrode the smell of the warm, summery morning. Colin closed his eyes and felt the breeze on his bare skin, the heat and tightness around his fingers.
Jared grew tired of the fingering eventually, tilting his head back and whispering huskily, “Fuck me.”
Colin slid his fingers out of him and slicked some lotion onto his cock, which was ready to get on with it too. Gazing out over the city gleaming in the morning sun, he slid into Jared with one slow, smooth movement. Both of them moaned in unison.
It was almost surreal, fucking out on the balcony like that, up against the railing, bared to the world and yet it completely oblivious to them. He gripped Jared's hips and rocked into him. Jared gripped the railing, his hands sliding on it as they grew sweaty. Colin's hand still slick with lotion, he reached around and sought out Jared's cock in the soft folds of his robe.
“This is why I'm into guys right now,” Jared's voice was a sigh of pleasure. “God you feel good in my ass.”
Colin never understood how Jared could mix sensuality and filth so well, but it turned him on. He moved harder into him, sweat starting to dampen his skin. “You feel good too,” Colin breathed across his back. He worked his hand on Jared's cock, feeling how hot and firm it was. Jared's breath came harder, and Colin knew he was getting close.
Sure enough, within short time he was there. “Gonna come,” Jared moaned, his hands twisting on the railing. He was pushing back against Colin demandingly. “Right…now!”
Colin felt the clenching around his cock, the jerking in his hand, then the wet heat over his fingers. Jared moaned and writhed against him, scooting the chair in his spasms. Colin shuddered and pounded into him, working himself closer to the edge as well and letting go. Jared's moans turned to sharp cries.
Colin came with the sun on his skin, the breeze in his hair, Jared's body soft and hot against his. He barely stayed on his feet, but managed to by clinging to Jared. Jared clung to the railing and gave a deep, satisfied moan. Colin pressed against him and regained his breath for a moment, Jared's softening cock still in his hand.
“Awesome,” Jared said dreamily, gazing out over the city. That was pretty much how Colin felt.
They sprawled on the lounge together, taking up all the room, sweaty skin pressed to sweaty skin. Jared's djellaba was draped over the chair he'd had his foot on. Legs tangled together lazily, and Jared's hair was on Colin's shoulder. Jared was sipping his tea.
“I should call Angelina and apologize for last night again,” Colin said, his hand resting on Jared's chest, fingers playing idly with the fine hair there. “Maybe see if she has plans for dinner.”
Jared smirked, and swiveled a little to sit his cup down on the floor next to the lounge. “Colin, why don't you do something for me?”
“What's that?” Colin was gazing out at the cloudless sky.
“Put your macho pride away. Come be into guys for awhile with me.”
Colin frowned and looked at him. “What?”
“You obviously want to be, so why don't you?” Jared shrugged a bare shoulder casually. “When you leave here, you can carouse with all the women of the world. You know you will. So why not enjoy this side of yourself while you're here?”
Colin furrowed his brow, not sure what he meant—but really, he did. Deep down, where he didn't want to look or even acknowledge, he knew exactly what he was talking about.
He smirked, feeling the need to deflect. “Are you jealous?”
Jared smirked in return, then untangled himself from Colin. The lounge lurched as he fought his way up off it. Colin pulled to the side as much as he could to give him room to move. “I don't have to be,” Jared said, rising to his feet.
“Oh yeah, why's that?”
He watched as Jared picked up his djellaba and pulled it on. It flowed behind him as he walked toward the door. In the doorway he stopped and looked back at him, a light dancing in his eyes. “Because, it's me you fucked on this balcony this morning, not her.” He disappeared into the room. Colin stared after him in silence.
God, he had him there.
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