Blowing In The Wind

Blowing In The Wind

Posted: July 2005
Title: Blowing in the Wind
Author: Decadence
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Marton
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All Lies. Don't believe a word of it.
Author's Notes: This story kind of exploded all over Jean's journal...so I dedicate it to her. For the lovely jazzyjean. Hope you like it, baby. It ended up being 2,900 words of slashy ... well, slash.

Summary: Can two friends become something more?

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Marton walks through the doorway silently, stopping to watch Craig as the smaller man dances around the kitchen, putting dishes away as he listens to REM on the earbuds stuck in his ears. He has no idea Marton is anywhere around, and Marton prefers it that way. These are the rare times that the real Craig Parker makes himself known, when he isn't on for some event or another.

Marton leans against the doorjamb, watching with a grin as Craig twirls around, finally noticing he has an audience. Craig's eyes widen just before his face splits into a welcoming grin. "Marton Csokas! When did you get back in town? I haven't seen you in months!" Craig's voice is excited as he greets his friend.

"I've been back for a day or so...thought I'd come and renew old acquaintances." Marton replies. Truth be told, he's seen the videos of Craig at conventions. He's seen the interactions between Craig and Mark. He wonders if Mark is Craig's favorite elf. For some reason, seeing those videos made Marton want to be Craig's elf of preference.

"By all means...come in, have a seat, I'll get you a beer." He points to the table and Marton sits down obediently. He takes the beer Craig offers, taking a gulp.

"Do you always leave your door open, Parker?" Marton worries that anyone could walk in and hurt Craig, especially when the younger man was obliviously bopping around to rock and roll with no idea anyone was even in his house.

Craig has the decency to blush a little. "I was airing the house. See?" He sweeps his arms around to encompass all of the open windows and doors.

Marton's expression darkens minutely. "It's dangerous, Craig. You never know who will waltz right in and try to molest you."

Craig breaks into nervous laughter. "Molest me? Who'd want to molest me?"

Marton's smile is dark and measured as he answers. "I would."

~*~*~

Craig's giggles grow into full-blown gales of laughter as he internalizes Marton's answer. "Well, in that case, I'll be sure to always leave my doors and windows open." He laughs some more. "You'll have to come up with something better than that to scare me, Marty." He automatically falls back on the old nickname he bestowed on his friend in their first periods of filming together.

Marton stands up and advances on Craig, hoping to instill a sense of seriousness into his jovial friend's attitude. "I'm not scary enough for you, Parker?" He growls, smiling as Craig's smile falters a little.

"Oh, you're plenty scary enough. Just probably not in the way you intend to be." Craig retorts, rising to face Marton and placing a hand on his chest to stop his forward progress. What he finds is that Marton's heart is pounding erratically under his palm. "Are you nervous, Marty?" Craig's voice lowers to a dangerous whisper. Two can play at this game.

Marton lifts a hand to cover Craig's, pinning it to his chest as he steps even closer. "I am nervous, Craig, nervous that what I'm about to do will change everything that's ever been between us." He slides his hand behind Craig's neck and pulls the slighter man forward. "I want to kiss you," he breathes, just before he does.

Marton's mouth is hot on Craig's. It burns him with the intensity of the kiss as the older man's tongue prods at Craig's lips requesting entrance. And Craig is powerless to deny it. Marton has always been his idea of masculinity, and he will not deny himself the opportunity to taste him. Craig opens his mouth and Marton's tongue pushes inside, sliding and catching against his own, tasting and exploring him thoroughly.

Before Craig can give himself totally to the kiss, Marton steps back and drops his hand. "Sorry. I should go." He turns and makes his way back to the front door, head bowed low at what he's allowed to happen, his nervousness over ruining his friendship with Craig being made an awful reality as he steps out into the late afternoon sun.

~*~*~

Craig stands in place for a moment or two, stunned by what has happened. When he hears a car door open, it spurs him into action. He almost stumbles over the throw rug as he sprints out the front door, catching Marton's door as he starts to pull it closed. He bends over, hands on his knees, panting as panic and exertion make him short of breath. He shakes his head furiously. "No. No." He repeats. "You can't do that to me. You can't just walk into my house and try to scare me and kiss me and leave." His voice is high-pitched and his rate of speech increases. "I won't allow it. NO!"

Craig's reaction startles Marton. He steps out of his car and braces his hands on Craig's shoulders, straightening him up. "But Craig..."

"No!" Craig hisses again. "I've wanted this for too long and you can't come here and offer it and then jerk it back as if nothing has been said or done." Tears are gathering in Craig's eyes, and he scrubs at them, not wanting to show weakness in front of Marton. "But if you can do that, then fuck you. FUCK! YOU!" He shouts, uncaring of the neighbors or their reactions to his lifestyle or his tirade. He turns and stalks back into his house, leaving Marton standing slack-jawed in the driveway.

Marton closes the car door quietly, although all need for discretion is long past after Craig's tirade. He turns to follow Craig back into the house. Just as he starts to step inside, Craig's neighbor peeks across the hedge. "You'd better fix this, young man." The little old lady admonishes him. "Mr. Parker doesn't deserve to be hurt." She huffs, just before heading back inside her own house.

Swinging his gaze forward once more, Marton can see Craig standing at the table, hands braced on a chair, shoulders shaking as he sobs. Closing the door behind him, Marton steps inside...into his future.

~*~*~

Craig's shoulders and his resolve stiffens as he hears his front door shut. He doesn't dare let himself hope that it means what he wishes it did. "If you've come to tell me that you're sorry, you can just walk right back out that door. I don't need your sympathy or your pity." He walks over to the back door and closes it, flicking the lock on it.

Marton watches as Craig walks around the rooms, closing windows. "I thought you were airing your house," he teases with a smile.

Craig meets his eyes solemnly. "The wind blows in some unwelcome changes, sometimes." He turns and starts climbing the stairs to his loft.

Marton doesn't let it go that easily. He knows now that Craig wanted him. He's not going to let him push him away. He climbs the stairs to find Craig sitting on his bed, staring out the sliding glass doors that make up one wall of his bedroom. He sits beside him, daring to reach out and touch the hands that are clutched together so tightly that Craig's knuckles are white.

"I'm not playing with your feelings, Craig," he soothes the disturbed man. "I want you. I want to be with you." Marton leans over and nuzzles Craig's neck, breathing in the fresh scent of his skin. He moves his hands carefully to cradle Craig's face, touching their lips together lightly as he tests the younger man's reaction.

Craig raises his eyes to see Marton watching him, waiting for a response. He lays a hand on Marton's thigh, leaning forward and meeting him halfway for a second kiss. His breath leaves him as feelings surge through his body, threatening to overwhelm him. He reaches uncertainly for the buttons of Marton's shirt, smiling against Marton's lips as the other man's hands join his in undoing them. He pushes his hands inside to rest on warm skin, fingers tangling in chest hair as he pushes away.

Marton watches with desirous eyes as Craig stands and pulls his t-shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly behind him. He watches as strong hands slide down a smooth, tanned chest to grasp the waistband of a pair of worn jeans. His eyes widen as the fabric of the jeans is parted and pushed down and off. He hurries to shed his own jeans.

When he raises his eyes again, Craig is kneeling on the bed, waiting for him with a hand outstretched.

~*~*~

Marton takes the outstretched hand, knowing what full well what else he's embracing as he pulls Craig into his arms. His words are worshipful breath on Craig's skin as the younger man hugs him close. He can feel the evidence of Craig's desire against his thigh, and it creates a burning need inside of him.

He lowers Craig to the bed, stretching his body over Craig's as he brings his lips to Craig's neck. Marton kisses the skin there, his tongue sliding over pulsing veins as he begins to map Craig's beautiful body with his hands. His left hand finds a nipple as his mouth nips at the tendon that runs along Craig's neck. His right hand fits perfectly against a hip bone as he sucks the tender skin into his mouth and worries it with his teeth.

Craig is gasping under Marton, suffering through the sweetest torture he has ever known, knowing that this time he won't wake up with a hard-on and an empty bed. He spreads his legs and allows Marton to settle against the cradle of his hips. He can feel Marton's turgid shaft pressing against his balls as he shifts. He sighs deeply. This is where he's longed to be for so long now, that it's hard to believe that it's becoming a reality.

Marton takes advantage of the spread legs, slipping his right hand even lower and tracing the opening he finds hidden there. Craig quivers and bucks under Marton's hands, begging for more without saying a word. Marton lifts his head and asks, "Do you have anything, Craig? Lube? Condoms?"

Craig nods his head, pointing to his nightstand and moaning when Marton shifts on top of him, dragging what feels to be a huge cock over his hipbone. At last, Marton settles again and returns slicked fingers to his entrance. Craig closes his eyes as Marton presses a finger inside, sliding it in and out until it moves easily in the younger man's passage.

Marton can't believe the tight heat that is Craig's body. He has to remind himself to go slowly as he adds a second finger and gives Craig a moment to adjust to the pressure. When the muscles loosen around his hand, he scissors the fingers, corkscrewing them until Craig jumps and almost howls in his arms.

Craig can't wait any longer. He reaches blindly for the supplies Marton has laid on the bed beside him and he fumbles with a condom, reaching down to roll it over Marton's cock. He explores with his hands as he does so, measuring the size and weight of the shaft he cradles in his hand. He's so ready for this. He places a hand on Marton's hip and whispers, "Now."

~*~*~

Marton takes Craig's command to heart, knowing that he'll do anything this man asks him to do. He moves up between Craig's thighs, hooking the slighter man's knees over his arms as he lines himself up and begins to ease his way into the beloved body beneath him. He has to close his eyes and take deep breaths as the tightness threatens to overwhelm him. He's not been with many men in his life, and he's never been with anyone as sweet and as perfect as Craig Parker. He's never been with anyone he's loved this much, male or female, before. The realization makes him open his eyes to meet Craig's gaze.

Craig's squeezes his eyes shut as Marton starts to press in. It's been a long time since he's had anyone inside him like this. He seldom lets anyone inside, but he loves Marton, so he allows it. The mushroom shaped head of Marton's cock squeezes through his guardian muscle, causing him to utter a small cry. Marton is skilled, however, and he realizes that Craig needs time to adjust. He rocks slowly into the sheath that grips him so tightly, entering him an inch at a time.

Marton is almost sweating with the effort it takes to hold back, but he's not going to hurt Craig. He's not going to do anything that will cast a pall over this day...this first time between them. And it is only the first time. If Marton has anything to say about it, it's the first time of many. The first time of a lifetime. He wiggles his hips from side to side, sliding that last distance inside as Craig lets out a huge sigh of relief. Relief that it's over, or relief that it's finally begun, Marton doesn't know.

Craig is doubled in half beneath Marton's stout body. His knees touch his shoulders as Marton leans over and kisses him, his tongue fucking his mouth before his body does the same. Craig doesn't mind the slight discomfort of the position. He knows he'll be sore tomorrow, but he doesn't mind. If being sore reminds him that this is not a dream and that Marton really does want him, then he hopes he'll never get any relief from the discomfort. When Marton begins to slide out of him, pushing back inside with deliberate slowness, Craig thinks he'll die. This is perfect.

In the meantime, Marton is certain he's already died and gone to heaven. He's buried balls deep inside the most beautiful angel he's ever laid eyes on. 'Bury me now,' he thinks. At least he's died a happy man. He maintains the slow, deep rhythm, Craig's body pulling at him as he retreats, pushing at him as he advances. He tilts those delicate hips a little higher and thrusts a little harder, striving for a reaction.

Craig raises his hands to Marton's shoulders, needing contact with the man above him beyond the cock sheathed inside him. He slides a hand along Marton's neck and threads his fingers into the slightly curling hair there. He pushes his head back into the pillows and looks at Marton with midnight blue eyes. When Marton begins to thrust harder, Craig bucks and screams as his prostate is stimulated. Marton's shaft passes over it constantly, the flared head prodding it as it passes.

Marton smiles as Craig screams, letting the legs he's been holding up fall to the mattress. He lowers himself to his elbows, feeling Craig's hard cock butt against his stomach as he arches his back and thrusts. He moves his entire body over Craig's, wanting the younger man to have that friction and contact he needs. He meets those slack lips, sliding his tongue inside and tasting the flavor of Craig's passion. He nips at Craig's lip and pulls back to watch Craig's face as he wraps his hand around his cock.

~*~*~

Craig is overcome with feeling. Marton fucks him slow and perfect and it's so much to deal with that when Marton's hand wraps around his shaft, it's over for him. He bucks and sobs and almost throws Marton off as he starts to come. His cock spills copious amounts of come between the two of them, making Marton's movements slippery and wet. Craig continues to cry, even after his orgasm starts to fade.

Marton isn't worried when he sees Craig's tears. He knows this is intense for the smaller man. It's intense for him, too. When Craig starts to come, his body milks Marton's, squeezing and pulsing and sucking until Marton comes too. He wishes that there was no condom separating them. That he could fill Craig with his seed instead of filling a latex sheath. Better latex than in his own hand, though. That's happened a lot lately. Especially since he has grown to care for Craig Parker.

Marton starts to get worried when Craig is still crying after he's pulled out and tossed the condom into the waste bin. He pulls Craig to him and holds him gently, whispering soft, sweet nothings in his ear. "Why are you crying, Craig?" He asks in a pained voice.

Craig's tears start to fade as Marton takes him into his arms. He was expecting to be left alone, for Marton to say 'thanks' and then leave him here. He was not expecting to be held so securely. "Has this ruined us?" His voice is hoarse and watery as he asks.

"No, Craig," Marton answers, gathering the younger man close and holding him as tight as possible, "It hasn't ruined us. It has made us new again." And he means that with all his heart. "I won't leave you. I won't let you leave me. You're mine now, and I will never let you go again."

Craig settles into Marton's arms, happiness shining out of tear-soaked eyes. "What I said before about the wind blowing in changes we don't like?" Craig speaks and Marton nods, "I think I can live with this change."

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THE END

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