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All Tied Up With Nowhere To Go (Not Like Ian Is Going To Complain)
Title: All Tied Up With Nowhere To Go (Not Like Ian Is Going To Complain)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Marshall/Ian Crawford
POV: Third
Summary: Marshall is giving Ian the best gift for Christmas
Warnings: Bondage
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Cab. The only claim I have is that I met them in July and they were rad. I don’t think they actually do this. So. Yeah, not real.
Author’s notes: Written for thecabfic Christmas Exchange 2008 for burntheghosts. Beta'd by justranda.
Marshall is excited. He’s totally figured out the best gift ever for Ian for Christmas. Well, not quite Christmas because they won’t be seeing each other but just before, because Ian is catching a flight back to Seattle to see his family for the holiday. Nonetheless, it is still going to be the best present ever and Marshall for one is very excited about it. He pulls out his phone and texts Ian to make sure that he comes over that night to receive this awesome present. Once Ian texts back to say that he’ll definitely be there, Marshall starts his preparations.
*
It takes some convincing, but eventually Marshall manages to get Singer to help him out a little. Singer insists that he covers up because the only dick he wants to see is Cash’s. Marshall teases him about not even wanting to see his own dick but then Singer threatens to leave and not help and that just doesn’t fly. Marshall can’t tie both of his hands to the headboard by himself. Before he gets Singer to tie him up, he strategically places a few items on the bedside table and then throws a blanket over his naked form. He ties up his ankles without help but he can’t manage to get his arms tight enough. That’s where Singer’s help comes in. Marshall covers himself with a blanket and Singer ties up his wrists with the silk ties that are lying on the bed.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” he says. Marshall notes that he did not ask for a commentary, he’d only asked for Singer to tie a few knots. Seriously, is that so hard?
“It’s for Ian, you don’t have to understand or believe it,” Marshall replies. Singer just sighs and finishes his knots. Marshall makes sure that Singer grabs the blanket he’d covered his naked self with as he leaves so that Ian is completely aware of what he’s getting for Christmas.
Marshall and Ian have been seeing each other for a couple of months now. After they’d finally gotten over the awkward flirting stage and finally kissed each other after that last show on the Rockband Live tour, Marshall and Ian have been pretty tight. Marshall likes it that way too, he likes the fact that he can just lean in and press his mouth to Ian’s whenever he wants, that they can make out against the door just before Ian leaves after a movie night, that they can touch and kiss during those movies too. He likes hooking his fingers with Ian’s when they’re together, likes the way that Ian smiles at him. It kind of makes him feel like he’s the best thing in the world and that Ian doesn’t want to smile at anything else ever.
The thing is though, that they haven’t gone past the whole, making out against the door and possibly grinding into each other while doing it. It’s not like Marshall’s never done it, the whole sex thing, but he’s never done it with another dude and he’s a little bit nervous about the whole thing. He knows that Ian has and that just makes him all the more nervous. It’s not like he’s been consciously avoiding doing it either, it’s just… It has only been a short time and Marshall, well, he really likes Ian a lot and he doesn’t want to fuck any of this up. He’s glad they’ve taken it slow but the last time they made out Marshall really just wanted to drag Ian off and get him naked. Ian is pretty hot stuff, so Marshall doesn’t really blame himself. He especially doesn’t blame himself because he’s seen Ian naked and he really just wants to lick him all over. The problem was that they were over at Cash’s with all the other guys too and there really wasn’t anywhere that they could go and Marshall really just didn’t want to lose his gay virginity in Cash’s bathroom. This Christmas present idea is way better than that would have been.
Marshall can’t wait for Ian to finally get there.
*
As it turns out, Ian is late. It’s not his fault, Marshall knows, because Ian had texted him to let him know that there had been an accident and he had to find another route over (Singer had yelled all of this information through the door). It doesn’t change the fact that Marshall ends up lying there, tied to the bed, for an extra half an hour. His limbs start to hurt and the muscles in his shoulders burn. Maybe he should have chosen another position to be tied up in, not that there really is much of a choice in those sorts of things… There is also not really a lot Marshall can do while lying there naked, tied to a bed. He just hopes the preparations (the stretching and such) he’d done before getting tied up weren’t for nothing. As soon as he and Ian had become a thing and the whole gay sex theory became much more of a reality to Marshall’s immediate future, he’d done some research.
Marshall knows that the first time doing this is kind of tricky. That’s why he’s been experimenting for the past few weeks. He’s been stretching himself, gotten all the way up to four fingers, just to limit the amount of pain he will inevitably have to go through. He’d done it earlier that day too, even though he also knew that his muscles were going to tighten back up and Ian was going to have to stretch him again before everything could go down. Marshall shivers at the thought of Ian stretching him, at the thought of Ian fucking him. He can’t wait.
When Ian finally does get there, Marshall is a nervous wreck. He knows that Ian wants him, the guitarist has said so often enough, but he also can’t help but think that this might have been the wrong way to go about the whole thing. He’s having second thoughts; he thinks maybe they should save it for a time where it’s more natural, when the sex just happens instead of forcing it. By lying there naked, tied to a bed, fresh for the taking, Marshall feels like he’s definitely forcing it. He’s just about to call for Singer to come back and untie him when Ian walks through the door.
Marshall bites his lip when Ian just stops in the doorway. He doesn’t look at Ian’s face right away because he doesn’t know what he’s expecting to see there. He knows what he’s hoping to see there (it’s somewhere along the lines of desire, lust, surprise and ecstasy) but he has no idea what he’s expecting. He hopes that Ian closes the door very soon though, because he doesn’t want anyone else in the house to see this. Ian does. He comes the rest of the way into the room and closes the door behind him. Instead of walking over to the bed, which is what Marshall had been expecting, he leans back against the door, back pressed up against the wood and lets out a long sigh. “Fuck, Marshall,” he says and is voice is low, almost a whisper.
It’s now that Marshall decides to look up to see Ian’s face. He almost gasps when he sees the look on it, when he sees the way Ian’s curls have fallen forward to block most of his face from Marshall’s eyes but not far enough that Marshall can’t see exactly what he’d been hoping to see. Ian’s eyes are dark and he’s licking his lips. He’s looking at Marshall like he wants to devour him and well, Marshall’s not going to say no to that. “Ian…”
That seems to be exactly what Ian was waiting for because Marshall can barely blink before Ian’s on the bed with him, staring down at him in wonder. Marshall wants to reach up, wishes he could but he can’t. Instead he just looks at Ian’s face as the guitarist’s eyes wander all over his body. Ian hasn’t touched him yet and that’s the part that’s really starting to worry Marshall. Not for the first time, he wishes he could move a little.
Finally, Ian’s hands touch Marshall’s skin. Marshall arches up into his calloused fingers and he thinks that if he hadn’t been tied down, he would have fallen off the bed. Ian has only touched his stomach and the touch was light but it sent shivers all the way up Marshall’s body. He wants Ian’s hands everywhere; he wants Ian’s mouth everywhere. He feels his nipples harden at that particular thought. “Ian…” Marshall gasps. He’s so screwed, he’s not even sure he’ll last until Ian is inside of him because Ian’s feather light touches already have him hard and leaking.
“Alex,” Ian says. He never calls Marshall Alex even though that’s his name. It brings Marshall’s attention to his face, their eyes meet and Marshall tries not to gasp again because of all of the desire he reads there. “Are you serious? This-” he motions his hand to Marshall’s body, Marshall’s very naked, very stationary body, then continues, “-is for me? Like, you want-”
“Yes! God, yes. I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t want to. This is just as much for me as it is for you, you know.” Marshall’s tone is slightly bitchy and not at all romantic but he can’t help it. The bitchiness is overpowered by Marshall’s breathlessness though. Ian peers at him thoughtfully for another few moments before a sudden grin spreads across his face. Marshall barely has the time to grin back before Ian’s lips are covering his in a fiercely dominating kiss.
Ian forces his tongue through Marshall’s lips, licks into his mouth, nibbles on his lower lip before pulling away to do it again. His hands come up and cup the sides of Marshall’s head, keeping it in place even though Marshall is kind of tied up, so it’s not like he’s going anywhere. Marshall kisses back the best he can but Ian is in total control of the action which is exactly how Marshall wanted it. He actually moans into the kiss when he starts thinking about all the things that Ian can do to him while he’s tied up. It’s pretty hot.
Ian’s mouth soon leaves his but doesn’t leave his skin at all. Ian moves down, kissing and sucking at Marshall’s neck. Marshall throws his head back as much as he can to give Ian more room to travel. Ian takes it and sucks on Marshall’s sensitive skin just below his ear. Marshall is sure that Ian is leaving marks, bruises on his neck, but he doesn’t care. He wants them. He wants to have to wear a turtleneck to his family’s Christmas get together because of the fact that Ian had been a little too rough, a little too dominating. He likes the thought of knowing that Ian is marking him.
The guitarist continues to move his mouth down Marshall’s body. He whispers, “Oh the things that I am going to do to you…” against Marshal’s skin without even moving his lips. The words come out mumbled but Marshall hears them clearly enough and when Ian takes a nipple into his mouth, he moans loudly and arches his hips off the bed. He hears and feels Ian’s chuckle, feels it when Ian rests a hand on his thigh, mere inches away from where his dick is, standing alert and proudly. Marshall really wants Ian to touch it.
Ian is biting Marshall’s hip now, causing him to thrust up into the air, searching for some friction even though realistically he knows that there is none to be had. Ian chuckles at him, looks up at him with amused eyes and seeing Ian like that, hair mussed and sexy smirk almost makes Marshall come on the spot. He is so gone on Ian it’s pretty much ridiculous. He’s about to tell Ian this because Marshall believes that if he’s feeling something that strongly, he should talk about it. He feels that most relationship problems are due to the fact that either one or both parties don’t tell each other the things that they need to, including the good ones. He’s just opened his mouth to voice this when he feels something hot and wet and oh so heavenly surround his dick. Marshall almost swallows his tongue.
Once Marshall gets the control he needs back over his tongue and mouth, he cries out, says, “Oh god Ian!” in a strangled voice. Ian pulls off of Marshall’s dick just long enough to smirk at him before leaning down and licking right up the length of his cock. Marshall attempts to push up into Ian’s mouth but he’s still kind of tied up so it doesn’t work at all. Ian abandons his dick soon after to kiss over his thighs, mark those as well. Marshall honestly can’t wait to look at himself in the mirror tomorrow, when Ian is on his plane back home, just so that he can think about this and remember it and quite possibly jerk off to the memory.
Scratch that, he’s definitely going to jerk off to the memory. He moans as Ian sucks another mark into his skin. Ian’s hair is in disarray even though Marshall hasn’t even touched it, can’t even touch it. It’s spilling down as Ian kisses him, tickling Marshall’s thighs. Marshall is making tiny little demanding noises in the back of his throat but Ian seems to be ignoring them in favour of continuing exactly what he’s doing. Marshall is okay with that, really, there’s only one thing about this situation that he’s not okay with. Actually, there are two. One is that Ian isn’t fucking him already even though Marshall is practically aching for it, about to start begging for Ian’s cock and the second he voices out loud, “Take your fucking clothes off, now.”
Ian stops what he’s doing, pulls off of Marshall altogether and smirks up at him with that stupid little oh so fucking hot smirk of his, “I thought I was the one in control here? You’re the one that’s all tied up, baby.”
“Ian…” Marshall whines. He fights against his restraints and although the thought of being tied up and having Ian do whatever he wanted to Marshall was hot in the beginning, Marshall just really wants Ian naked. He wants Ian naked and inside of him. Is that really too much to ask? Ian’s smirk just grows wider. Marshall is about to start yelling and cursing when Ian gets off the bed, then he’s about to start yelling and cursing and begging Ian to come back but the words are caught in his throat when Ian strips off his shirt. At that point, all Marshall can do is stare and hope that the pants go next.
When Ian touches him again, he doesn’t have any clothes on. Marshall knows that it’s likely not true, but the guitarist’s mouth feels hotter, tastes better than it had before, when Ian was still fully clothed. Marshall hears Ian’s hand on the bedside table, messing around with something but he’s far too distracted by Ian’s mouth and Ian’s tongue to pay it any attention. Marshall nearly explodes though, when he feels slick fingers move down between his legs, massaging at his opening.
Ian’s fingers are pushing past Marshall’s ring of muscles and although those muscles aren’t as stretched as they had been before Ian had gotten there, they aren’t as tight as they could be. Ian seems to realize this and Marshall can feel him smile into their kiss. Ian pulls his mouth away slightly, but not far enough so that their lips aren’t touching and says, “You really are prepared for this, aren’t you?” as he slips in a second finger and starts to scissor them.
Marshall wants to scream. Ian is being way too slow about this still, even though he’s got two fingers buried inside of Marshall and, oh fuck, brushing right over his prostate. Marshall cries out pathetically, thrusts his hips up and demands more. Ian doesn’t disappoint. Soon a third finger joins the first two and Ian is finger fucking him. He doesn’t hit Marshall’s prostate every single time or even nearly every time. When he does brush his fingers over it, it’s a complete surprise to Marshall and Ian grins at him like he’s doing it on purpose. The bastard probably is.
All too soon Ian pulls his fingers all the way out. Marshall starts to complain about it but stops because the fact that Ian’s fingers are gone means that they will be replaced with his dick very, very shortly. Marshall wishes, as he watches Ian, that his arms weren’t tied up because then he could be the one rolling the condom onto Ian’s dick, he could be the one lubing Ian up. He struggles against his confines and belatedly realizes that he is going to hurt tomorrow, and not just because Ian’s cock is a lot bigger than he’d originally thought but also because he’s been tied up in an uncomfortable position for far too long.
Marshall’s thoughts are cut short when Ian climbs over him and positions himself at Marshall’s entrance. Marshall twitches. Ian’s cock feels hot, it feels thick and Marshall thinks that maybe it’s just not going to fit. Even though he really wants this, his mind is starting to scream at him about how things aren’t supposed to go in that hole, about how there’s no way this is going to feel good at all. He knows that his mind is wrong because Ian’s fingers had just been there and they’d just been driving him crazy with pleasure because he has a friggen prostate for a reason but his mind still won’t shut up about it. It continues to scream even when Ian starts to push in and Marshall has to force himself to relax. He tells his mind to shut up mentally and continues to do so as his body adjusts to the intrusion. Soon enough though, Marshall’s nerve endings are telling his mind the same thing because the burn is easing away and he’s starting to tingle.
The burn does come back when Ian presses himself in all the way with a grunt but Ian stops there. He looks at Marshall as he gives him the chance to adjust to this, waits for Marshall to tell him it’s okay, go ahead. Marshall bites his lip. He can feel the sweat along his hairline, the slickness of his chest as it presses against Ian’s. He can feel Ian’s hands on his hips and wants to put his own hands on Ian’s. Although Ian is trying his best to hold still, Marshall can tell, he shifts a little and causes Marshall to groan. “Sorry, sorry,” he says as he looks down into Marshall’s face like he’s trying to read something there. Marshall realizes that maybe he needs to say something to make Ian understand how exactly, he’s feeling.
“It’s okay… I’m just… not used to this, you know?” he voices. “I want it though, just stay still a little bit longer…” Marshall shifts his own hips a little and then finally it feels better. The stretching feeling mostly disappears and then it’s just his nerve endings chatting happily and sending those feelings of contentment up his body. He lets those feelings generate for a little while longer before he chokes out, “I want to touch you so fucking badly, Ian Crawford.”
Ian grins at him and circles his hips. “I like you all tied up for me. This is the best present, ever.”
Marshall chokes back a gasp when Ian starts moving a little more, tries to move with him but it’s mostly impossible because of the way he’s tied up. Ian helps though, shifts his position a little and pulls out more before thrusting right back in. Marshall cries out then and spares a brief thought in hopes that Singer left before these activities commenced. Otherwise, Singer will be traumatized and bitch about this for the next seven years. The thought is fleeting though because soon enough pleasure explodes behind Marshall’s eyes because Ian has just hit Marshall’s prostate with his fucking dick and that’s just something that requires every conscious thought in Marshall’s brain to refocus on. Ian does it again and then leans down to press their mouths together, swallowing and muffling Marshall’s moans.
Marshall is a mess, he knows this. His hair is sticking to his forehead disgustingly and he’s covered in sweat. He’s arching his hips into Ian’s every thrust and his dick feels like it’s about to fall off or spontaneously combust or something. He wants to wrap his legs around Ian, to pull him closer, push him further in. He wants to bury his fingers into Ian’s hair, pull his head closer so that the kiss is that much deeper, that much more passionate. Ian’s lips leave his, follow along his jaw line then down to his neck. Ian doesn’t kiss or lick at Marshall once he stops there though; he just breathes puffs of wet air onto Marshall’s already sweat soaked skin.
Ian is close; Marshall knows this because his thrusts have changed from thought out and calculated to erratic and uncontrolled. Marshall pushes up against him, struggles again against his confines and then nearly comes himself when Ian’s hand sneaks away from his hip and circles it around Marshall’s dick. It’s mostly dry but that’s easily remedied when Ian slides his hand up, through the pre-come dripping from Marshall’s cock then back down, spreading the stickiness over the flushed skin. Ian jerks him quickly without rhythm and it only takes a few strokes and one particularly intense touch to his prostate before Marshall is coming all over both of their bellies. He closes his eyes and bites his lip because he’s still twitching from the aftershocks.
Ian drags his hand back to Marshall’s hip, not bothering to even wipe off the jizz and just starts slamming into him. Marshall is still emitting choked off noises, still coming down when he feels Ian twitch. Ian pushes in a few more times before he stops, falls onto Marshall like a limp rag doll. He eventually brings his hands back up and unties the knots so that Marshall can move his arms again and Marshall brings them around Ian’s shoulders to hold him tightly. “Oh my god,” he says, “that was fucking awesome. Can we do it again?”
Ian looks up at him with a lazy grin. “You think we’re going to stop after only doing it once? Having you tied up was awesome and all, but I kinda want to know what it’s like when you can touch me, Alex.”
Marshall’s heart flutters when Ian says his name and he leans down to kiss his boyfriend liberally. When he pulls back, Ian shuffles down his body to untie his legs. Marshall curls up against him when his body is finally free to move. “I want to touch you, I wanted to the whole fucking time but I think that’s part of what made it so good.”
Ian kisses him again but then pulls back to yawn. “I think a nap sounds like a good end to that present. Then… I could give you mine when we wake up,” his eyes twinkle with the joke as he leans in for yet another kiss. Marshall presses up into it, making it deeper than he thinks Ian had originally intended. When Ian pulls away this time, Marshall follows and kisses him again. Ian has an amused look on his face when finally, they part. “It’s something along the same lines as your gift, only it involves you fucking me.”
Marshall feels his dick twitch at that but it’s still too early for him to be ready to go again. That nap that Ian had mentioned really does sound good, too. “Sounds like an awesome present,” Marshall says. He curls up into Ian and murmurs against his shoulder, “Maybe after that I could try and give you a blowjob in the shower too.”
Ian groans and Marshall knows that he’s grinning. “Tease,” he says.
“It’s only teasing if I don’t follow through,” Marshall counters, “and I fully intend on following through.”
*
They try as many things as they can together before Ian has to leave to go back home and get ready for his flight. He offers to let Marshall come home with him but Marshall says no. He knows that if he goes back to Ian’s apartment, there’s no way that Ian is going to get ready at all because Marshall will be naked and distracting. Marshall walks him to the door and kisses him deeply. He tells Ian to be safe and to call him every night so that they can have kinky phone sex. He tells Ian that he’ll have a surprise for him for when he gets back.
Ian leaves with a grin on his face and a cute little wave.
Marshall doesn’t know what his surprise will be, but he has at least a week before Ian is back and that’s plenty of time to research and figure something fun out. It’s definitely going to involve more naked time, though, because now Marshall wants to be naked with Ian all the time. He’s pretty sure that Ian isn’t going to complain about that.
end
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Marshall/Ian Crawford
POV: Third
Summary: Marshall is giving Ian the best gift for Christmas
Warnings: Bondage
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Cab. The only claim I have is that I met them in July and they were rad. I don’t think they actually do this. So. Yeah, not real.
Author’s notes: Written for the
cabfic Christmas Exchange 2008 for burntheghosts. Beta'd by justranda.Marshall is excited. He’s totally figured out the best gift ever for Ian for Christmas. Well, not quite Christmas because they won’t be seeing each other but just before, because Ian is catching a flight back to Seattle to see his family for the holiday. Nonetheless, it is still going to be the best present ever and Marshall for one is very excited about it. He pulls out his phone and texts Ian to make sure that he comes over that night to receive this awesome present. Once Ian texts back to say that he’ll definitely be there, Marshall starts his preparations.
It takes some convincing, but eventually Marshall manages to get Singer to help him out a little. Singer insists that he covers up because the only dick he wants to see is Cash’s. Marshall teases him about not even wanting to see his own dick but then Singer threatens to leave and not help and that just doesn’t fly. Marshall can’t tie both of his hands to the headboard by himself. Before he gets Singer to tie him up, he strategically places a few items on the bedside table and then throws a blanket over his naked form. He ties up his ankles without help but he can’t manage to get his arms tight enough. That’s where Singer’s help comes in. Marshall covers himself with a blanket and Singer ties up his wrists with the silk ties that are lying on the bed.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” he says. Marshall notes that he did not ask for a commentary, he’d only asked for Singer to tie a few knots. Seriously, is that so hard?
“It’s for Ian, you don’t have to understand or believe it,” Marshall replies. Singer just sighs and finishes his knots. Marshall makes sure that Singer grabs the blanket he’d covered his naked self with as he leaves so that Ian is completely aware of what he’s getting for Christmas.
Marshall and Ian have been seeing each other for a couple of months now. After they’d finally gotten over the awkward flirting stage and finally kissed each other after that last show on the Rockband Live tour, Marshall and Ian have been pretty tight. Marshall likes it that way too, he likes the fact that he can just lean in and press his mouth to Ian’s whenever he wants, that they can make out against the door just before Ian leaves after a movie night, that they can touch and kiss during those movies too. He likes hooking his fingers with Ian’s when they’re together, likes the way that Ian smiles at him. It kind of makes him feel like he’s the best thing in the world and that Ian doesn’t want to smile at anything else ever.
The thing is though, that they haven’t gone past the whole, making out against the door and possibly grinding into each other while doing it. It’s not like Marshall’s never done it, the whole sex thing, but he’s never done it with another dude and he’s a little bit nervous about the whole thing. He knows that Ian has and that just makes him all the more nervous. It’s not like he’s been consciously avoiding doing it either, it’s just… It has only been a short time and Marshall, well, he really likes Ian a lot and he doesn’t want to fuck any of this up. He’s glad they’ve taken it slow but the last time they made out Marshall really just wanted to drag Ian off and get him naked. Ian is pretty hot stuff, so Marshall doesn’t really blame himself. He especially doesn’t blame himself because he’s seen Ian naked and he really just wants to lick him all over. The problem was that they were over at Cash’s with all the other guys too and there really wasn’t anywhere that they could go and Marshall really just didn’t want to lose his gay virginity in Cash’s bathroom. This Christmas present idea is way better than that would have been.
Marshall can’t wait for Ian to finally get there.
As it turns out, Ian is late. It’s not his fault, Marshall knows, because Ian had texted him to let him know that there had been an accident and he had to find another route over (Singer had yelled all of this information through the door). It doesn’t change the fact that Marshall ends up lying there, tied to the bed, for an extra half an hour. His limbs start to hurt and the muscles in his shoulders burn. Maybe he should have chosen another position to be tied up in, not that there really is much of a choice in those sorts of things… There is also not really a lot Marshall can do while lying there naked, tied to a bed. He just hopes the preparations (the stretching and such) he’d done before getting tied up weren’t for nothing. As soon as he and Ian had become a thing and the whole gay sex theory became much more of a reality to Marshall’s immediate future, he’d done some research.
Marshall knows that the first time doing this is kind of tricky. That’s why he’s been experimenting for the past few weeks. He’s been stretching himself, gotten all the way up to four fingers, just to limit the amount of pain he will inevitably have to go through. He’d done it earlier that day too, even though he also knew that his muscles were going to tighten back up and Ian was going to have to stretch him again before everything could go down. Marshall shivers at the thought of Ian stretching him, at the thought of Ian fucking him. He can’t wait.
When Ian finally does get there, Marshall is a nervous wreck. He knows that Ian wants him, the guitarist has said so often enough, but he also can’t help but think that this might have been the wrong way to go about the whole thing. He’s having second thoughts; he thinks maybe they should save it for a time where it’s more natural, when the sex just happens instead of forcing it. By lying there naked, tied to a bed, fresh for the taking, Marshall feels like he’s definitely forcing it. He’s just about to call for Singer to come back and untie him when Ian walks through the door.
Marshall bites his lip when Ian just stops in the doorway. He doesn’t look at Ian’s face right away because he doesn’t know what he’s expecting to see there. He knows what he’s hoping to see there (it’s somewhere along the lines of desire, lust, surprise and ecstasy) but he has no idea what he’s expecting. He hopes that Ian closes the door very soon though, because he doesn’t want anyone else in the house to see this. Ian does. He comes the rest of the way into the room and closes the door behind him. Instead of walking over to the bed, which is what Marshall had been expecting, he leans back against the door, back pressed up against the wood and lets out a long sigh. “Fuck, Marshall,” he says and is voice is low, almost a whisper.
It’s now that Marshall decides to look up to see Ian’s face. He almost gasps when he sees the look on it, when he sees the way Ian’s curls have fallen forward to block most of his face from Marshall’s eyes but not far enough that Marshall can’t see exactly what he’d been hoping to see. Ian’s eyes are dark and he’s licking his lips. He’s looking at Marshall like he wants to devour him and well, Marshall’s not going to say no to that. “Ian…”
That seems to be exactly what Ian was waiting for because Marshall can barely blink before Ian’s on the bed with him, staring down at him in wonder. Marshall wants to reach up, wishes he could but he can’t. Instead he just looks at Ian’s face as the guitarist’s eyes wander all over his body. Ian hasn’t touched him yet and that’s the part that’s really starting to worry Marshall. Not for the first time, he wishes he could move a little.
Finally, Ian’s hands touch Marshall’s skin. Marshall arches up into his calloused fingers and he thinks that if he hadn’t been tied down, he would have fallen off the bed. Ian has only touched his stomach and the touch was light but it sent shivers all the way up Marshall’s body. He wants Ian’s hands everywhere; he wants Ian’s mouth everywhere. He feels his nipples harden at that particular thought. “Ian…” Marshall gasps. He’s so screwed, he’s not even sure he’ll last until Ian is inside of him because Ian’s feather light touches already have him hard and leaking.
“Alex,” Ian says. He never calls Marshall Alex even though that’s his name. It brings Marshall’s attention to his face, their eyes meet and Marshall tries not to gasp again because of all of the desire he reads there. “Are you serious? This-” he motions his hand to Marshall’s body, Marshall’s very naked, very stationary body, then continues, “-is for me? Like, you want-”
“Yes! God, yes. I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t want to. This is just as much for me as it is for you, you know.” Marshall’s tone is slightly bitchy and not at all romantic but he can’t help it. The bitchiness is overpowered by Marshall’s breathlessness though. Ian peers at him thoughtfully for another few moments before a sudden grin spreads across his face. Marshall barely has the time to grin back before Ian’s lips are covering his in a fiercely dominating kiss.
Ian forces his tongue through Marshall’s lips, licks into his mouth, nibbles on his lower lip before pulling away to do it again. His hands come up and cup the sides of Marshall’s head, keeping it in place even though Marshall is kind of tied up, so it’s not like he’s going anywhere. Marshall kisses back the best he can but Ian is in total control of the action which is exactly how Marshall wanted it. He actually moans into the kiss when he starts thinking about all the things that Ian can do to him while he’s tied up. It’s pretty hot.
Ian’s mouth soon leaves his but doesn’t leave his skin at all. Ian moves down, kissing and sucking at Marshall’s neck. Marshall throws his head back as much as he can to give Ian more room to travel. Ian takes it and sucks on Marshall’s sensitive skin just below his ear. Marshall is sure that Ian is leaving marks, bruises on his neck, but he doesn’t care. He wants them. He wants to have to wear a turtleneck to his family’s Christmas get together because of the fact that Ian had been a little too rough, a little too dominating. He likes the thought of knowing that Ian is marking him.
The guitarist continues to move his mouth down Marshall’s body. He whispers, “Oh the things that I am going to do to you…” against Marshal’s skin without even moving his lips. The words come out mumbled but Marshall hears them clearly enough and when Ian takes a nipple into his mouth, he moans loudly and arches his hips off the bed. He hears and feels Ian’s chuckle, feels it when Ian rests a hand on his thigh, mere inches away from where his dick is, standing alert and proudly. Marshall really wants Ian to touch it.
Ian is biting Marshall’s hip now, causing him to thrust up into the air, searching for some friction even though realistically he knows that there is none to be had. Ian chuckles at him, looks up at him with amused eyes and seeing Ian like that, hair mussed and sexy smirk almost makes Marshall come on the spot. He is so gone on Ian it’s pretty much ridiculous. He’s about to tell Ian this because Marshall believes that if he’s feeling something that strongly, he should talk about it. He feels that most relationship problems are due to the fact that either one or both parties don’t tell each other the things that they need to, including the good ones. He’s just opened his mouth to voice this when he feels something hot and wet and oh so heavenly surround his dick. Marshall almost swallows his tongue.
Once Marshall gets the control he needs back over his tongue and mouth, he cries out, says, “Oh god Ian!” in a strangled voice. Ian pulls off of Marshall’s dick just long enough to smirk at him before leaning down and licking right up the length of his cock. Marshall attempts to push up into Ian’s mouth but he’s still kind of tied up so it doesn’t work at all. Ian abandons his dick soon after to kiss over his thighs, mark those as well. Marshall honestly can’t wait to look at himself in the mirror tomorrow, when Ian is on his plane back home, just so that he can think about this and remember it and quite possibly jerk off to the memory.
Scratch that, he’s definitely going to jerk off to the memory. He moans as Ian sucks another mark into his skin. Ian’s hair is in disarray even though Marshall hasn’t even touched it, can’t even touch it. It’s spilling down as Ian kisses him, tickling Marshall’s thighs. Marshall is making tiny little demanding noises in the back of his throat but Ian seems to be ignoring them in favour of continuing exactly what he’s doing. Marshall is okay with that, really, there’s only one thing about this situation that he’s not okay with. Actually, there are two. One is that Ian isn’t fucking him already even though Marshall is practically aching for it, about to start begging for Ian’s cock and the second he voices out loud, “Take your fucking clothes off, now.”
Ian stops what he’s doing, pulls off of Marshall altogether and smirks up at him with that stupid little oh so fucking hot smirk of his, “I thought I was the one in control here? You’re the one that’s all tied up, baby.”
“Ian…” Marshall whines. He fights against his restraints and although the thought of being tied up and having Ian do whatever he wanted to Marshall was hot in the beginning, Marshall just really wants Ian naked. He wants Ian naked and inside of him. Is that really too much to ask? Ian’s smirk just grows wider. Marshall is about to start yelling and cursing when Ian gets off the bed, then he’s about to start yelling and cursing and begging Ian to come back but the words are caught in his throat when Ian strips off his shirt. At that point, all Marshall can do is stare and hope that the pants go next.
When Ian touches him again, he doesn’t have any clothes on. Marshall knows that it’s likely not true, but the guitarist’s mouth feels hotter, tastes better than it had before, when Ian was still fully clothed. Marshall hears Ian’s hand on the bedside table, messing around with something but he’s far too distracted by Ian’s mouth and Ian’s tongue to pay it any attention. Marshall nearly explodes though, when he feels slick fingers move down between his legs, massaging at his opening.
Ian’s fingers are pushing past Marshall’s ring of muscles and although those muscles aren’t as stretched as they had been before Ian had gotten there, they aren’t as tight as they could be. Ian seems to realize this and Marshall can feel him smile into their kiss. Ian pulls his mouth away slightly, but not far enough so that their lips aren’t touching and says, “You really are prepared for this, aren’t you?” as he slips in a second finger and starts to scissor them.
Marshall wants to scream. Ian is being way too slow about this still, even though he’s got two fingers buried inside of Marshall and, oh fuck, brushing right over his prostate. Marshall cries out pathetically, thrusts his hips up and demands more. Ian doesn’t disappoint. Soon a third finger joins the first two and Ian is finger fucking him. He doesn’t hit Marshall’s prostate every single time or even nearly every time. When he does brush his fingers over it, it’s a complete surprise to Marshall and Ian grins at him like he’s doing it on purpose. The bastard probably is.
All too soon Ian pulls his fingers all the way out. Marshall starts to complain about it but stops because the fact that Ian’s fingers are gone means that they will be replaced with his dick very, very shortly. Marshall wishes, as he watches Ian, that his arms weren’t tied up because then he could be the one rolling the condom onto Ian’s dick, he could be the one lubing Ian up. He struggles against his confines and belatedly realizes that he is going to hurt tomorrow, and not just because Ian’s cock is a lot bigger than he’d originally thought but also because he’s been tied up in an uncomfortable position for far too long.
Marshall’s thoughts are cut short when Ian climbs over him and positions himself at Marshall’s entrance. Marshall twitches. Ian’s cock feels hot, it feels thick and Marshall thinks that maybe it’s just not going to fit. Even though he really wants this, his mind is starting to scream at him about how things aren’t supposed to go in that hole, about how there’s no way this is going to feel good at all. He knows that his mind is wrong because Ian’s fingers had just been there and they’d just been driving him crazy with pleasure because he has a friggen prostate for a reason but his mind still won’t shut up about it. It continues to scream even when Ian starts to push in and Marshall has to force himself to relax. He tells his mind to shut up mentally and continues to do so as his body adjusts to the intrusion. Soon enough though, Marshall’s nerve endings are telling his mind the same thing because the burn is easing away and he’s starting to tingle.
The burn does come back when Ian presses himself in all the way with a grunt but Ian stops there. He looks at Marshall as he gives him the chance to adjust to this, waits for Marshall to tell him it’s okay, go ahead. Marshall bites his lip. He can feel the sweat along his hairline, the slickness of his chest as it presses against Ian’s. He can feel Ian’s hands on his hips and wants to put his own hands on Ian’s. Although Ian is trying his best to hold still, Marshall can tell, he shifts a little and causes Marshall to groan. “Sorry, sorry,” he says as he looks down into Marshall’s face like he’s trying to read something there. Marshall realizes that maybe he needs to say something to make Ian understand how exactly, he’s feeling.
“It’s okay… I’m just… not used to this, you know?” he voices. “I want it though, just stay still a little bit longer…” Marshall shifts his own hips a little and then finally it feels better. The stretching feeling mostly disappears and then it’s just his nerve endings chatting happily and sending those feelings of contentment up his body. He lets those feelings generate for a little while longer before he chokes out, “I want to touch you so fucking badly, Ian Crawford.”
Ian grins at him and circles his hips. “I like you all tied up for me. This is the best present, ever.”
Marshall chokes back a gasp when Ian starts moving a little more, tries to move with him but it’s mostly impossible because of the way he’s tied up. Ian helps though, shifts his position a little and pulls out more before thrusting right back in. Marshall cries out then and spares a brief thought in hopes that Singer left before these activities commenced. Otherwise, Singer will be traumatized and bitch about this for the next seven years. The thought is fleeting though because soon enough pleasure explodes behind Marshall’s eyes because Ian has just hit Marshall’s prostate with his fucking dick and that’s just something that requires every conscious thought in Marshall’s brain to refocus on. Ian does it again and then leans down to press their mouths together, swallowing and muffling Marshall’s moans.
Marshall is a mess, he knows this. His hair is sticking to his forehead disgustingly and he’s covered in sweat. He’s arching his hips into Ian’s every thrust and his dick feels like it’s about to fall off or spontaneously combust or something. He wants to wrap his legs around Ian, to pull him closer, push him further in. He wants to bury his fingers into Ian’s hair, pull his head closer so that the kiss is that much deeper, that much more passionate. Ian’s lips leave his, follow along his jaw line then down to his neck. Ian doesn’t kiss or lick at Marshall once he stops there though; he just breathes puffs of wet air onto Marshall’s already sweat soaked skin.
Ian is close; Marshall knows this because his thrusts have changed from thought out and calculated to erratic and uncontrolled. Marshall pushes up against him, struggles again against his confines and then nearly comes himself when Ian’s hand sneaks away from his hip and circles it around Marshall’s dick. It’s mostly dry but that’s easily remedied when Ian slides his hand up, through the pre-come dripping from Marshall’s cock then back down, spreading the stickiness over the flushed skin. Ian jerks him quickly without rhythm and it only takes a few strokes and one particularly intense touch to his prostate before Marshall is coming all over both of their bellies. He closes his eyes and bites his lip because he’s still twitching from the aftershocks.
Ian drags his hand back to Marshall’s hip, not bothering to even wipe off the jizz and just starts slamming into him. Marshall is still emitting choked off noises, still coming down when he feels Ian twitch. Ian pushes in a few more times before he stops, falls onto Marshall like a limp rag doll. He eventually brings his hands back up and unties the knots so that Marshall can move his arms again and Marshall brings them around Ian’s shoulders to hold him tightly. “Oh my god,” he says, “that was fucking awesome. Can we do it again?”
Ian looks up at him with a lazy grin. “You think we’re going to stop after only doing it once? Having you tied up was awesome and all, but I kinda want to know what it’s like when you can touch me, Alex.”
Marshall’s heart flutters when Ian says his name and he leans down to kiss his boyfriend liberally. When he pulls back, Ian shuffles down his body to untie his legs. Marshall curls up against him when his body is finally free to move. “I want to touch you, I wanted to the whole fucking time but I think that’s part of what made it so good.”
Ian kisses him again but then pulls back to yawn. “I think a nap sounds like a good end to that present. Then… I could give you mine when we wake up,” his eyes twinkle with the joke as he leans in for yet another kiss. Marshall presses up into it, making it deeper than he thinks Ian had originally intended. When Ian pulls away this time, Marshall follows and kisses him again. Ian has an amused look on his face when finally, they part. “It’s something along the same lines as your gift, only it involves you fucking me.”
Marshall feels his dick twitch at that but it’s still too early for him to be ready to go again. That nap that Ian had mentioned really does sound good, too. “Sounds like an awesome present,” Marshall says. He curls up into Ian and murmurs against his shoulder, “Maybe after that I could try and give you a blowjob in the shower too.”
Ian groans and Marshall knows that he’s grinning. “Tease,” he says.
“It’s only teasing if I don’t follow through,” Marshall counters, “and I fully intend on following through.”
They try as many things as they can together before Ian has to leave to go back home and get ready for his flight. He offers to let Marshall come home with him but Marshall says no. He knows that if he goes back to Ian’s apartment, there’s no way that Ian is going to get ready at all because Marshall will be naked and distracting. Marshall walks him to the door and kisses him deeply. He tells Ian to be safe and to call him every night so that they can have kinky phone sex. He tells Ian that he’ll have a surprise for him for when he gets back.
Ian leaves with a grin on his face and a cute little wave.
Marshall doesn’t know what his surprise will be, but he has at least a week before Ian is back and that’s plenty of time to research and figure something fun out. It’s definitely going to involve more naked time, though, because now Marshall wants to be naked with Ian all the time. He’s pretty sure that Ian isn’t going to complain about that.