Your step father came back from the gym sweaty yet still energetic, he takes off his shirt hanging it over his shoulder, revealing his muscular body, smooth yet firm to the touch. He sees you in the kitchen , he casually walks behind you and hugs you, before kissing your cheek softly. “Hey kiddo how was your day?”
Marcus was briefly surprised by his stepfather's sudden arrival.
"Oh,"
he managed.
"It was good,"
he said, without much enthusiasm.
"What about yours?"
Brock gave him a warm smile and said, "I had a good one too. You know I'm just really happy we get to spend so much time together these days." He let out a small laugh, trying to make it sound casual but there was an undertone of desperation in his voice that belied that effort.
"You know," he continued, "we could do something fun tonight if you'd like?" He gave Marcus a hopeful look, hoping against hope that the younger man would say yes and not mention moving out again.
Marcus tilted his head slightly in curiosity. "Do something fun?" he repeated curiously. "That sounds interesting," he said with slight hesitation. "What will we do?" he asked innocently.
Brock grinned widely at his step-son's reaction and reached around to clap him on the shoulder affectionately. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner, then catch a movie afterwards?" He paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "Or if you'd rather, we could stay in and cook something special together? It's been a while since we did that." His heart raced as he waited for Marcus' answer. He couldn't help but feel hopeful about this newfound closeness they seemed to be sharing lately.
"I like the idea of cooking together," Marcus said with a small smile.
Brock beamed with happiness at his step-son's choice. "Great! Well then, why don't you go ahead and pick out what you want us to make?" he suggested, taking a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island. "I trust your culinary judgment." His eyes sparkled as they met Marcus' gaze; there was an almost desperate hope in them that this gesture would cement their newfound bond and convince the younger man to stay with him for good.
"Let's make pizza," he said with a smile. "It's easy and delicious," his tone of voice cheerful.
"Pizza it is!" Brock exclaimed, nodding emphatically. "I'll go ahead and fire up the oven while you grab all the toppings we need." He practically beamed at Marcus, grateful for his step-son's choice of dish. The idea of making pizza together made him feel even closer to Marcus; it was as if they were truly forming a family bond here in this kitchen. He couldn't help but hope that tonight would be the start of many more special memories like this one.
Brock got up and started gathering the necessary supplies, humming to himself as he moved around the kitchen. He couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him; things were finally going in the right direction with his relationship with Marcus. Perhaps this newfound closeness would be enough to keep the younger man by his side for many more years to come. As he spread out flour on the counter, he caught himself hoping that one day, Marcus might even look at him as something other than just a stepfather - perhaps as a father figure who loved and supported him unconditionally.
Meanwhile, Marcus gathered the toppings and placed them neatly on the counter beside his stepfather. He couldn't help but notice how content Brock seemed; it was nice to see him finally smile again after all those months of mourning his mother. As they worked together assembling their pizzas and sliding them into the oven, an almost tangible feeling of companionship filled the air between them. It felt good. Almost like home.
While they waited for their pizzas to cook, Brock took a seat next to Marcus on one of the stools. He reached over and casually wrapped an arm around his shoulders, giving him a squeeze. "So," he said with a grin, trying not to sound too eager, "what did you do today in your college class?" He didn't want the conversation to turn into something too personal or heavy; instead, he wanted it to remain light and friendly - much like how things felt between them at that moment.
"Oh you know," Marcus replied with a shrug, "the usual stuff... attending class and studying." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Actually, there's this guy in my group project who seems kinda cool..." His face lit up as he spoke about the other student, unaware of how much his stepfather was relishing in hearing him sound so happy and engaged with life.
"That's great to hear," Brock replied with a genuine smile, "it's always good when you meet new people who share your interests." He gave Marcus another squeeze before releasing his grip and leaning back against the counter. The conversation flowed easily between them as they continued to talk about school and their friends, occasionally laughing at shared memories or inside jokes.
It was during one of these moments that Brock allowed himself a fleeting thought; what if Marcus never left? What if somehow they managed to maintain this closeness and stay together for the rest of their lives? It seemed like a distant dream now, but it felt good just thinking about it - almost too good.
As they continued talking and sharing stories, an idea began to form in Brock's mind. He wasn't sure how practical it would be or even if Marcus would ever go for it, but he couldn't help but feel that this newfound closeness they shared could be the foundation of something truly special. He took a deep breath and decided that maybe now was the time to broach the subject... carefully.
"Hey, Marcus?" he started casually, his heart racing in anticipation of the younger man's reaction. "I was just thinking... since we get along so well these days and everything... maybe you should consider staying with me after college instead of moving out." There it was; the thought out loud. Now they could both discuss it like adults.
"Oh," Marcus managed to say, somewhat surprised by the sudden change of subject. "I..." He paused for a moment to think. "...it's not that I wanted to be with you, it's just that, you know...Mom died..." He lowered his gaze slightly. "...and I didn't want to bother you in your own house... I thought I was leaving, you could move on with your life... find another wife..." He said, trying to smile slightly. "...since, well... I'm not your real son..."
Brock couldn't help but feel his heart break at Marcus' words. He reached out and gently placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. "Marcus," he said softly, "that's not true. You are every bit as much my son as if you had been born to me. Your mother would have wanted you to know that." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice firm but gentle. "And I don't want anyone else in my life. Ever since your mom passed away, all I've wanted is for us to be together - as a family."
Marcus gave the man a small smile before looking away again. "I just... don't want to be a burden..." he said softly, shyly.
"You could never be a burden, Marcus," Brock replied earnestly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've always been the light in my life; you brought me back to living again after your mother left us." He took another deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. "Look, if you want to stay here with me, I would be honored. If not... then I understand." There was a hint of reluctance in his voice as he said the last part, but he didn't want Marcus to feel pressured into making any decision he wasn't comfortable with.
Marcus hesitated for a moment. "At least...let me pay you back with something...please," he said timidly, almost pleading, leaning slightly closer to his stepfather. He looked the man in the eye. "...I know we're family...but I still want to pay you back with something...at least once...or I'll feel guilty."
"Marcus," Brock said gently, taking the younger man's hand in his own, "you don't need to pay me back. You being here with me is payment enough." He squeezed Marcus' hand reassuringly before letting go and leaning back against the counter once more. "But if it makes you feel better," he added with a small smile, "I suppose I could think of something for us to do together in that regard."
He knew what he was doing; he was manipulating Marcus' feelings just as much as his mother used to do with him. But this time, it was different. This time, the end result would be worth it.
"I...already had something in mind..." He said shyly.
"Oh?" Brock raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he met the younger man's gaze. "And what did you have in mind?" He waited expectantly for Marcus to continue; part of him hoping against hope that it would be something truly special between them. Something they could cherish and remember for years to come.
But even if it wasn't, he knew that at least now they had a new understanding - an unspoken agreement that they would remain close no matter what happened in the future. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
"Well..." Marcus hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Ever since Mom died years ago, I know you haven't dated anyone else..." He paused, thinking his words over carefully. "...well...I figured you had a...'man need'...you know?" he said, somewhat stuttering. A light blush appeared on his cheeks. "So...I thought...if you wanted to..." He was trying to speak nervously. He looked away from the man, clearing his throat with difficulty. "I thought if you wanted to...you could..." The blush on his face deepened. "...fuck me..." he said in a weak whisper.
Brock's heart raced as Marcus spoke, his words filling him with both shock and an unfamiliar mix of desire and disbelief. He stared at the younger man in dismay for a moment before finally finding his voice. "Marcus..." he began, his tone somewhere between confusion and arousal. "Are you...are you offering yourself to me?" He couldn't help but feel both gratified and guilty at the same time; Marcus was willing to give himself to him like this, as if they were two adults sharing a consensual intimate moment. But then there was the matter of their relationship; they were stepfather and stepson, for God's sake!
But before he could say anything else, Marcus nodded slightly, his cheeks flushing even deeper red. "I...I just thought...if you wanted..." He stammered, clearly uncomfortable but seemingly unable to take back his offer.
Brock swallowed hard, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. He took a deep breath and reached out, gently cupping Marcus' cheek with the palm of his hand. "Marcus," he said softly, meeting the younger man's gaze, "are you sure? You don't have to do this..." But there was something in Marcus' eyes that told him he had already made up his mind. And as their faces drew closer together, Brock could feel himself giving in to the temptation...
Marcus looked straight into the man's eyes, and shyly nodded slowly.
Taking a deep breath, Brock leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against Marcus' for the first time ever. As they kissed, he felt an almost overwhelming mix of desire and gratitude welling up inside him; he had never expected Marcus to feel this way about him. But now that he did...it was a feeling unlike anything else he had experienced before.
Pulling back slightly, he looked into the younger man's eyes again, a question forming in his mind. "You want me like this?" he whispered hoarsely. Marcus nodded once more, his lips parting in anticipation as he leaned forward eagerly. Unable to resist any longer, Brock gave into temptation and kissed him deeper; their tongues dancing together hungrily, sending sparks flying through both of them as they explored each other's mouths for the first time ever.
He could feel Marcus pressing against his hip now, his need clear even through their clothes. Unable to contain himself any longer, he reached down and roughly palmed the younger man's crotch, feeling the heat emanating from his body beneath the fabric of his pants. With a groan of pleasure, Marcus arched into his touch, whimpering softly as Brock continued to tease him mercilessly.
Brock broke the kiss and gazed down at Marcus with heavy-lidded eyes. "God, you're gorgeous," he murmured huskily, his fingers dipping lower to stroke the younger man's hard length through his underwear. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Marcus, making him moan even louder. "I want you so badly... right here... right now."
As he spoke, Brock began to unbutton Marcus' shirt, revealing more
"Yes..." Marcus panted hoarsely as the older man touched him, uncaring about anything else in the world at this moment. He arched his back further into each touch, wanting more of it. "Please..." His voice was barely a whisper, but Brock heard it all the same. "Take me..."
With a rough growl, Brock pushed Marcus' shirt off his shoulders, revealing the smooth skin beneath. His hand snaked around the younger man's waist, lifting him up so he could press their bodies together even tighter as their mouths met in a hungry kiss. As he palmed Marcus through his underwear once more, the younger man groaned into their kiss, arching his back and grinding against Brock's hand in desperation for release.
Breaking the kiss, Brock looked down at Marcus with lust-filled eyes. "I need to taste you," he whispered hoarsely before lowering his head and kissing a path along the younger man's collarbone. He nipped at the sensitive skin, causing Marcus to gasp and writhe beneath him. With one hand still on Marcus' back, Brock reached down and pulled aside his damp underwear, revealing his tightly-fucked prize.
"Fuck..." he breathed out raggedly, looking at the younger man's erection in awe. He took it in his hand, stroking it slowly at first before giving into temptation and pumping harder. "You feel so good," he moaned against Marcus' neck, relishing the sound of his lover's desperate gasps filling the air around them as he brought him closer to the edge. "I can't get enough..." He kissed and suckled at the smooth skin, driving Marcus wild with pleasure.
Marcus buried his hands in Brock's hair, urging him on even further as he felt himself growing closer and closer to release. His whole body tensed and quivered under Brock's skilled touch, every muscle in him straining for the relief that was so close within reach now. As
The sensation of Marcus tensing and shuddering beneath him was all the encouragement Brock needed to continue. He pressed their bodies together even tighter as he increased his pace, swirling his tongue around the younger man's nipple while pumping his hand faster on his cock.
"Oh God...I'm gonna..." Marcus groaned, his voice hoarse and broken from desire and pain. With a loud cry, he arched into Brock's touch, his body tense and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him in an explosive orgasm. He clung to Brock, gasping for air as the aftershocks subsided and slowly returned his senses to him once more.
Brock leaned back slightly, still holding onto Marcus' tight form. He looked down at him with a mixture of satisfaction and regret. This had been incredible, but it was wrong on so many levels. They were stepfather and stepson... brothers in all but blood. But even as he thought that, he knew deep down that things between them couldn't go back to the way they used to be anymore. They had crossed a line from which there would be no returning.
And yet, for some reason, it felt right. It felt like home.
With a small smile curving his lips, Marcus looked up at Brock, the light in his eyes speaking volumes. He lifted a hand to stroke Brock's cheek, their skin warm against each other. "Thank you," he whispered. It was a small gesture, but it meant everything. There were no words to express what they had just shared, how they felt right now.
Brock's heart raced as he looked into Marcus' eyes; he couldn't hide the love and adoration that shone back at him. He wanted to say something profound, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. "You're welcome." It felt strange saying it, like they were exchanging thank-yous after dinner or something mundane like that. But in this moment, it seemed fitting somehow.
They sat together for a while longer, hands touching and faces close enough to feel each other's breath on their skin. The oven timer dinged, reminding them of the pizza they'd forgotten about. With a sigh, Brock stood up and reached down to help Marcus up as well. As they moved to tend to the food, their fingers brushed against one another again, an unspoken understanding passing between them with every contact.
Maybe this newfound closeness would be enough to keep Marcus by his side after all. And maybe, just maybe, it was worth risking everything for.
Their shared meal seemed to pass in a haze of contentment and awkward silence, neither of them quite sure how to broach the subject of what had just happened between them. But as they cleaned up after dinner, Brock couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. Perhaps, against all odds, this crazy plan he had cooked up might actually work out for the best after all.
As Marcus excused himself to go to his room later that night, Brock felt a pang of regret deep down inside. The thought of sleeping alone again was almost unbearable. But he knew what he needed to do; he couldn't risk ruining their relationship by acting on these newfound desires any further. So with a heavy heart, he bid Marcus goodnight and climbed into bed alone, hoping that somehow they would be able to find their way back to the closeness they'd shared before all this had started.
Marcus tossed and turned in his own bed, unable to fall asleep. He stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about what had happened with his stepfather. After letting out a small sigh, he got out of bed and headed to Brock's room. He stopped right in front of the closed door, took a deep breath, and knocked gently. "Hey! Are you awake?" he said timidly before slowly opening the door and sticking his head out, waiting for a response from the other man.
Surprised to hear footsteps approaching his room, Brock glanced over at the door as it slowly opened. The sight of Marcus standing there, looking uncertain and disheveled, sent a wave of longing coursing through him. He bit back a groan and forced himself to remain calm and composed. "Come in," he said softly, patting the spot beside him on the bed.
Marcus walked in slowly, but stood in front of the man's bed, hesitant to approach. "I..." He tried to speak timidly. "I couldn't sleep...and..." A small blush appeared on his cheek. "...I wanted to know if I could sleep with you?" His voice was soft and slightly shaky.
Taking a deep breath, Brock forced himself to remain composed. "Of course you can," he said gently, motioning once more for Marcus to come closer. As the younger man climbed onto the bed and snuggled up against his side, wrapping an arm around his waist, Brock's heart ached with desire. But he had made his decision; they would go back to being siblings now, even if it killed him.
"Goodnight, Marcus," he murmured, kissing the top of his head as sleep finally claimed him.
The rest of the night passed in silence, with only the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional shift in position breaking the quiet. And as Brock drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder if they would ever be able to find their way back to the closeness they once shared.