Marco

Chapter 4 - Marco

"Good morning, my prince," a soft, deep, sultry voice purred into my ear, "It's time to get up." My eyes fluttered open, blinking into the bright sun that flooded in from the patio. I felt Jeremy sitting next to me on the edge of the bed. My king. He was smiling down at me, shirtless, with his dark suit pants on. He was beautiful, his broad chest slowly rising and lowering in the soft morning sun. The back of his fingers traced circles on my cheek as I slowly stirred, "I have meetings starting soon and need to get going. You should probably head out soon too, I'll have my driver give you a ride back to Tempe."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes," he replied firmly with a hint of regret. "It'll be best if you got out of here before there's too much commotion."

I sat up in bed, pulling the covers up to my waist, my bare chest and abs exposed against the headboard. I looked at my large, strong king. His bold black hair was slightly askew, suffering from a touch of bed head. His bright smile had faded a little in the sunlight, showing cracks of anxiety and fear, which were reflected in his pleading, piercing eyes. He scooted closer to me, his hand cupping my face, this thumb tracing over my lips.

"I wish you could stay, little prince," His hand dropped down my chin, directing me to look at him. I stared into his blue eyes, taking in his chiseled, handsome features. He sighed, "but I'm afraid our fairytale must end."

His hand fell down to my bare chest, goosebumps formed as he traced down my neck,,my collar bone, my tanned pecs. His hand rested over my heart. His large fingers pulsed with the beat. I reached up and laid my hand over his and intertwined our fingers. We held on to that moment, our eyes locked. For a beat. Two. Three.

He broke first and leaned in, we closed our eyes, and I felt his body getting closer to mine, his warm bare chest radiating against my unclothed body. The moment before our lips touched, I heard him whisper, "You are so gorgeous Alex."

And we kissed. It was sensual, caring, and beautiful. This large, older man put so much care and compassion into this kiss, it felt as if he was once again trying to lift the weight of the world off of my shoulders. A kiss not about him, not about us, but about me. About trying to lift me up. Listening to me. I was a selfish little twink, but I have never been put first when it came to sex. I always felt for me to get what I wanted, I had to take it. Bratty, rude. But this man, my king, wanted to give, wanted to please, wanted to take my problems and make them his. I didn't have to force my will, he was happy to submit.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

He broke our kiss and head fell and rested on my shoulder. "Fuuuuuck" he whispered. He stood up and smoothed his pants down, trying to hide his growing bulge. "Stay here, Alex. Be quiet." he was still whispering, a seriousness had washed over him. He started moving around the bedroom, he grabbed a white undershirt from atop his suitcase and pulled it on. Somehow, he got even more handsome with clothes on, his shirt pulling tight across his back, struggling to fit over his large arms.

The knocks came again, "One second!" he yelled, then turned to me in a hushed voice, "Wait here, I'll be right back. Be quiet," he repeated. I understood from his tone the seriousness of the situation, and I felt this illusion begin to shatter. The peace and safety of this room was breaking, the moments to freedom we shared were being ripped away. Again, the outside world was pulling me from pleasure, desire, connection. Again, I was the other.

Maybe I should stop wanting for more. Maybe wanting was too hard.

Jeremy stepped into the living room, pulling the door closed behind him, but it didn't latch. I could hear movement as he got to the door to the hotel room and he pulled it open. I sat up not knowing what else to do, afraid to move, to make a sound. So, I listened.

"Good morning sir," a female voice came from the hallway, "I just wanted to go over your schedule for today, can I come in?"

"Sorry, Steph, I'm just now getting up, can we go over it in 5, while I grab breakfast downstairs?"

"Oh," she said in surprise, "You're normally up and going by now, sorry sir."

"No problem Steph, it was a late night."

"But you left the ceremony early, you didn't even stay for the governor's speech. Is that a message table?"

"Steph," he said sternly, "drop it." he paused, I could only imagine the startled look on his assistant's face. "What're the highlights, real quick. Then let's meet downstairs for breakfast."

Steph recovered quickly, "At 10, you have a check-in with the governor to go over the August playbook. Followed by a meeting with the Tucson office, and lunch with Senators Mendoza and Franklin."

"Perfect. Now let me finish getting ready. I'll be down shortly."

"Okay sir. Do you need anything? Advil? Water?"

"I'm fine Steph, thank you for getting me up."

The door closed with a loud thud, I could hear Jeremy latching the locks, and turning the deadbolt. He came back into the room and was moving quickly. Grabbing clothes and putting things into his suitcase. I stood up, only in my black briefs from last night, and stretched.

"Shit!" Jeremy hissed, and moved quickly to the windows and pulled the curtains shut, casting the room into darkness. "Sorry," he said looking at me, "can't be too careful, especially now people are out."

"What's going on? Why all the fuss?"

"I told you," he said as he started buttoning up a blue shirt with a bright white french collar, "I'm not out at work. And this being a work conference, there's way too many people here who could catch us."

Not again! What the fuck was my luck with these hot closeted men?

He finished buttoning up his shirt and crossed the room to me. I was still standing in nothing but my underwear, he was now fully clothed. He fastened the buttons at his wrists and laid his hands on my shoulders.

"Alex, last night was amazing. You are so fucking hot, and if I could, I'd stay here in this bed with you all day, holding you in my arms, sucking your hard cock, fucking that tight sexy ass of yours." He was sexy, but I couldn't shake the feeling I was being lectured by my dad.

"I know, I'd love that too. But you got to go. You have work, and it sounds pretty important if you're meeting with the governor."

"Here, let me give you my personal number. I'll be deleting the apps once I get back to Tucson."

"Yeah, you don't want your wife finding out you fuck hot twinks?" I said, kind of joking, kind of accusatory.

"What? No! I guarantee you I'm very much single, and very much gay. No beard, no wife, no kids. Just a fucked up job."

I let myself smile. He reached over to the side table and grabbed my phone. I unlocked it and handed it to him. He typed in his number, and then sent himself a text. I heard a phone chirp somewhere at the bottom of his suitcase. "There, now you have a direct line to me. Let's keep in touch, and when I have a moment, hopefully we can get together again."

"I'd like that," I said, still trying to take all of this in, confused by how this was ever going to work.

"Listen, I know this is strange," he said as if he was reading my mind, "and I swear I don't just give that number to every twink that bats his eyelashes at me. I mean it when I say I had a great time last night, and I don't know where this goes from here, but I know I don't want this to be the end."

"I had a blast last night as well, and I could get used to this," I said crashing down onto the luxurious bed, spreading my tanned body across the bright white sheets. Jeremy jumped down on top of me. I didn't expect to feel his weight on my body, but it felt so good to be under him. He pulled tight into his broad chest, our faces inches apart, my small swimmer frame pushed up against this built daddy.

He kissed me. And then started kissing me all over my body in short, silly pecks. My face, my neck, my chest. Down my abs, kissing each one, across my sides, down my V-cut. His face got to my crotch and he took in a deep breath. I reached up and pushed his face down into my briefs and started pushing my hips into his face. I felt my cock getting hard as he took in my scent.

A moment passed, and then suddenly he broke off and stood up. He looked down at me and once again adjusted his cock in his pants.

"Okay Alex, this isn't helping. And I got to go. For real." He started moving to close up his suitcase, but he couldn't get his eyes off of my twink swimmers body. "You are so fucking tempting."

I rolled over and lined myself up with my King, putting my ass into the air, arching my back down to the bed. Teasing Jeremy with my round, firm ass.

I felt him behind me, his large hands grabbed my slim waist and pulled me into his crotch. He dry humped against me, I felt his clothed cock pressing against my pleading hole. He pounded against me, thrusting, pulling me against him, and finally he pushed me away, flat onto the bed. "You fucking tease. You better stop, or else."

I rolled over onto my side and looked up at him, putting on my biggest, pleading, eyes, "Or else what, sir?"

"You're going to make me late to my meeting. With. The. GOVERNOR."

I sat up on the bed, now on my knees, trying to look as cute as I could. No longer the jock, but the fuck-boy twink that I am. "We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"No we wouldn't." And he was back on me, pulling me up for a strong, passionate kiss, His arms wrapping around and pawing at my ass. After several moments, he pulled away but still held me close. "Now, I really have to go." He paused, as if considering his next words carefully. Finally he spoke, still holding me close. "In mid-September, I normally have a break and go to visit my family's vineyard in Sonoma. I think you should come with me. We'd have the place to ourselves."

I stood still in his arms, processing what he just asked. "Really?"

"Yeah, we can take the company plane, and spend a long weekend in wine country. You in?"

"Um, yes! That sounds amazing."

"Perfect. I have your number, I'll be in touch." He stepped away, grabbed the last of his things from around the hotel room. "If you can, wait here till 10:30. Everyone will be in meetings by then. Head back to the door I met you at, and James will be there to take you back to Tempe."

And with one last bright white smile, he said goodbye, and walked out of the room. I heard the locks unlatch, one by one, the handle turn, the door open. Jeremy left our fantasy kingdom, and reentered the real world.

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The text from Marco came in shortly after noon, and thank god it did. I NEEDED to get in a pool to de-stress immediately. Leaving the posh hotel like Jeremy said was easy, but left a weird feeling in my stomach. Somehow I was making a habit of sneaking around with closet cases. I know being out and gay isn't everyone's jam, but it still made me queasy. It would be nice to go on a real date once, and not worry about whether the door is locked.

"Sweet, I'm glad you can make it! Prac ends at 3. Come early, I'll let you in and you can get changed."

"Awesome, can't wait."

"Also, they're doing major work on College. Use the side entrance through the University Services building on 6th. It's right by housing services"

"Cool, thanks for the heads up, see you a little before 3."

I spent the rest of the morning hydrating and going over my schedule for the next week. Tomorrow I was helping Thomas with the Coalition booth at the ASU organizations fair, Thursday was the LGBTQ Mixer, then it was the weekend before school started, which was party central. Then classes start in a week, I need to go shopping and grab my books, and new art supplies. I still couldn't believe I signed up for an art class with Professor Avery. I doubt he even remembered me, but I was excited to see him again.

At 2:30, I grabbed my swimming gear and jumped on my scooter. The sun was bearing down into the desert roads as I navigated the busy streets to the other side of campus. Freshman and their parents were moving into the dorms, so every road was filled with people from out of town navigating their way to their new housing. It was mayhem, but I made it and parked at a bike rack outside of housing services. Walking into the building, I found my way through a series of hallways that lead to the back entrance to the swimming facility.

As I approached the door, it swung open and Marco was standing there, shirtless and damp, with a towel around his waist. He looked stunning, his body cut down to the muscle, he must have just finished up his swim. Drops of water slithered down his dark brown chest and snaked across his defined six pack. A pair of goggles hung loosely around his neck, and in his hand he held a balled up diving cap. My heart skipped a beat, and suddenly I was the little 18 year-old freshman with a crush on the gorgeous star athlete.

"Hey muchacho! Great to see you!"

"Hi Marco, thanks again for letting in."

"No problem, bro. I'm glad to help out." He pulled me into an awkward hug while he held the door open for me. I savored being in his arms, the strong smell of chlorine mixed with his manly musk hit me, and I was excited to be with him again. We walked into the facility, my eyes stealing glances at his hot, chiseled body, his strong broad shoulders tapering into a trim waist. And a hot sexy bubble butt hiding under that towel.

"Coach Nguyen!" Marco called as we approached one of the windowless offices, waking me from my lust, "I have someone I want you to meet!"

"What now, Marco?" came a bored voice from within. Marco and I turned into the office, and standing up behind a standard looking desk was the handsome Coach Nguyen. He was tall, with narrow shoulders, and a trim, long torso that tapered to a tight waist. His waist expanded at his hips to large thighs, seasoned by years of swimming and biking. He wore a tight dark maroon polo that hugged his trim, muscled body, showing off his defined, strong pecs and his firm stomach. It was tucked into a pair of form fitting khaki pants which accentuated his round ass and chorded legs. Coach's face was long and narrow, like his body, with piercing cheek bones and a well-defined jaw line that ended in a strong, pointed chin. His hair was thick and jet-black, cropped short with a little bit of spike to it. He looked to be a young thirty, old enough to command a room, but young enough to relate to these college-aged athletes.

"Coach, this is Alex. He was on the swim team with me a couple years ago," Marco said as I stepped up to shake Coach's hand. His hand was large and cupped mine in a firm grip.

"Nice to meet you, coach." He looked me up and down, drinking in my lean body. I could have sworn I saw him lick his lips.

"The pleasure's mine," he said, a twinkle behind his eyes. "What brings you to the training facility today? Thinking about joining back up?"

"No," I smiled back, "The pool at the SRC is closed, and Marco said I could come here and do some laps today, when practice ended."

"Did he now?"

"Yeah Coach," Marco said hastily, "I just wanted to do something nice for my bro. I didn't think it would be a big deal."

"Just this once, Marco. The perk of being on the team is you get to use this facility," his voice was stern and professorly, but lightened up quickly, "But I can tell Alex is special," his eyes darted between Marco and me, I felt like there was something going on that I didn't know about. A secret shared between these two men.

"Oh he is," Marco wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, "he's a good little dude." His hug turned into a head lock and he pulled me down, my face against his bare chest, and he gave me a good old-fashioned noogie. I was too enthralled to be close to this hot stud again to be embarrassed.

"All right, stop it." Coach laughed, "let's go wrap up practice. I need to talk to you after about the meets coming up, you going to hang around?"

"Of course," Marco said, "I was going to be here anyway till Alex was done."

"Great. Let's go."

Coach pushed past us, smiling and shaking his head. Marco finally released me from his grip, and we walked out of the office, down the hall, and onto the pool deck. The bright sun blinded me for a moment, while my ears were lit up with the sounds of whistles, calls, and the bodies splashing down the lanes. Coach walked up to another older woman who was standing around the pool, who I recognized as Coach Fields, the head coach of the men's swim team. They greeted each other then Coach Fields brought out her whistle and blew hard across the whole pool deck.

Slowly, the men and women in the pool finished their laps and made their way to the edges. They started emerging from the pool, and I realized how much I missed the sport. The guys were all lean, muscular, and cut. These were athletes at their peak, recruited to ASU to swim, and to win. They were all young, 18-24, and all ridiculously hot, wearing skin tight speedos or jammers. Water was dripping down their toned bodies, across their tight asses, and falling down their legs to the hot pool deck. Everyone was shaved, their bodies hairless, ready for the fall swimming season.

"You can stop drooling now," Marco teased, knocking into my shoulder, he couldn't seem to keep from touching me as much as possible. "You can come back to this anytime you want."

"Maybe I'll start coming to more meets."

"I meant join the team, dumb-ass"

"No thanks. I like watching though," I said nodding at this tall, Australian looking guy who just emerged from lane 8 with thick blonde hair and an Achilles-like body.

"Nope, that one's totally straight. But there is someone I want you to meet! JORDAN! OVER HERE!"

Marco called to a young, fit guy with light brown skin. He looked small, compared to Achilles who was walking behind him, but, like all the swimmers, had well defined muscles and a visible six-pack that cut into his tight swim briefs.

"Jordan, I want you to meet Alex. Alex, Jordan." Marco introduced us, "Jordan is a new recruit from New Mexico, you might remember his older brother, Terrance, he was on the team when you were."

"Nice to meet you Jordan," right away I knew why Marco wanted us to meet. Jordan was gay. I could tell by the way he checked me out, looking me up and down. And his smile, sweet, with a knowing crinkle at the edges.

"You too, Alex! I'm new to ASU, but really want to get involved -"

"Jordan is gay, and wants to learn more about gay life at ASU."

"I figured that out, Marco. But thanks. And yeah, tomorrow is Passport to ASU, come to the LGBTQ Coalition booth. I'm working there, I'll introduce you around and get you plugged in."

"You will!?" Jordan was ecstatic. "That would be awesome! I'll definitely come check you out!"

"Perfect! Look at me being a good ally and hooking you two up!"

"Shut up Marco. Great to meet you Jordan, I'll look for you tomorrow. I want to hit the pool, I've been dying to swim."

"Of course, pick a lane and dive in. I'll be in Coach Nguyen's office when you're done."

We said goodbye, and Jordan walked toward the locker rooms with a smile on his face. I dropped my backpack on a bench in the shade and pulled off my shirt. The desert sun felt great against my skin. I was already wearing my speedo, so I pulled off my shorts and stepped out of them. I grabbed my goggles and dived into the pool, taking off across the crystal clear water.

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I pulled myself out of the pool, my body exhausted from the long swim. But it felt good. The soreness in my muscles would come tomorrow, but today I felt relaxed and focused. I let out a lot of pent up energy, and was ready to tackle the rest of the week.

Crossing the scorching hot pool deck, I grabbed my bag and hurried inside. I found Marco in Coach Nguyen's office, he was standing over Coach Nguyen, looking over a roster or something on his desk. They seemed to be standing closer than normal, and Marco's cheeks looked a little flushed when I entered.