Part 4.

Listening to the heavy breathing above him he smiled, still amazed even now that Chester was so quiet when he came. He’d always thought, along with a lot of people he assumed, that Chester would be one those loud people during sex; the screamers, the shouters, the vocal ones. After all that was what he was known for on stage, being loud. But in fact, he’d been surprised to find that Chester was very quiet during sex; breathy moans and pants and gentle whispers were about as loud as he got. Mike had learned early on that during sex Chester was loudest with his body language. He would only have to watch his facial expressions, read every gasp, every breathy moan, every movement of a limb to know what Chester was feeling.

Carefully, he moved back up, supporting Chester’s limp body against the wall as he kissed his way up the pale neck.

Chester turned, eyes still closed, blindly searching for Mike’s mouth and moaning when he found it, tasting himself on the warm lips. The kiss was deep, passionate, both dipping in and tasting the other.

“Mark me,” Chester gasped, chest heaving, still out of breath. He ran his hands down Mike’s body, fingers deftly finding their way under the baggy T-shirt. “Please.”

Mike swiftly moved down to Chester’s neck, suckling on the tender skin there, biting and sucking until he was certain he left his stamp of ownership.

“Oh…oh, God, I love it when you do that,” Chester moaned into Mike’s ear. “But, not just that. I mean mark me.” He pulled back, heart fluttering at the wild look on Mike’s face, the desire, the lust and love mingled into one. “Take me.” He smiled at the look that crossed Mike’s face. “I want to be able to feel you when I go out there. Know I’m yours. Mark me.”

He held the other man’s gaze, knowing he was looking for and reading the honesty in his face and once he was satisfied he watched as Mike tilted his face up with a thumb under his jaw. “Mine,” Mike whispered once, before crushing Chester’s mouth to his.

Chester whimpered, feeling the passion in Mike’s embrace, feeling the burning ecstasy flood his veins at the sight, smell and presence of the man holding him tightly. He felt hands pushing his still undone pants down all the way off his hips, quickly followed by his boxers. Mike didn’t bother pushing them off Chester’s feet, just gripped the slim hips and turned him around so he was braced against the wall. Pushing the white top up, he scattered kissed all over the bare skin of Chester’s back, one hand braced on the side of the small waist the other holding the material up out of the way as he paid homage to the intricate design decorating the pale skin there. Kneeing down he licked his way down to the small of his back, hands coming down to rest on the swell of his buttocks. Without hesitating he moved his mouth to the base of his spine and continued lower, using his fingers to part the globes gently, tongue caressing the skin tenderly.