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DescriptionWhen Dean talks Marcel into coming along to his ten-year high school reunion with him, it's clear the two men are much more interested in another powerful romantic encounter than in the event itself... especially when given the opportunity to hook up in a hidden niche right there in their old school's main hallway, just before the event.
Warning: this work of short erotic fiction in intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of rough semi-public sex between men in their late 20s during a ten-year high school reunion, a whole bunch of very dirty talk, and a budding romantic relationship. (500 words.)
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Excerpt:The piercing in Marcel's lip flashed in the harsh fluorescent lights as his mouth quirked into a grin, and Dean blushed under that teasing gaze. “You're early,” Marcel said.
“So are you,” Dean pointed out.
“Well, you know. Everyone always says to play it cool at first, be hard to get and all that...” Marcel was looking at him with a strangely vulnerable expression, and for a second Dean felt like the other man was more naked just then than he had been during the all-too-brief glimpses he'd gotten back on the plane. “But maybe I just don't believe in letting a good thing slip through my fingers?”
Dean stepped in closer. Hearing almost anyone else say something like that this early might have intimidated him, might even have scared him off entirely. Even as gently-phrased as it was.
But his blood was singing through his veins, and he was starting to find it hard to breathe.
“I want to... Marcel, can I..?”
He didn't get to finish the sentence. Marcel interrupted him, closing the tiny distance between them and stealing the words right out of Dean's mouth. Their faces hovered close enough to make Dean's skin tingle, breath mingling as their mouths drifted closer and closer, not quite touching...
They connected at last, meeting in a delicate motion, Marcel's lips hot and smooth against his. He kissed gently, tenderly, skin brushing across skin and leaving a trail of tingling heat wherever they touched.
Marcel was an amazing kisser.
As much as he wanted to, as much as he loved this quiet, tender contact, Dean just couldn't hold himself back. He wanted to push himself into Marcel, to touch every part of him at once. His kiss turned greedy, needy, and before he knew it he had Marcel pinned up against his own old locker, hands going wild up and down the other man's sides while their tongues pushed together hungrily in the join where their mouths met.
“Want, you,” he panted, feeling them both hardening where their jeans rubbed together. He had one of Marcel's wrists pinned up over his head by the metal bracelets, but the other hand was clutching at Dean's back, sandwiching them together against the cold aluminum.
Reunion: School Hall HookupBy: C.M. Knox