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snoggedTitle: Conference Call
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Marshall
Word Count: 2588
Rating: NC-17/FRAO (probably higher); for explicit, consensual sex , anal sex, first times, adult language, sexual slurs, alcohol use, cruelty to birds, angst, infidelity, spanking, piercings, mentions of double penetration.
Spoilers: Tales place during Season 4 before the events of “Woo!”
Summary:
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rockstarpeach. Also, many thanks to idioticonion for reading the first draft
Dedicated with love toautomotivesmile who could probably use some cheering up right now.
A/N: Written for the HIMYM Ultimate Smut Duel
Marshall loved the conference calls. They were the highlights of his work day. He loved the thrill of leaving his desk, knowing he could probably get caught, but not exactly caring because he was with Barney. And even though Marshall still didn’t know what Barney did, he did know that Barney had some sort of crazy powers at Goliath National Bank. There was one time that he swore up down and sideways that he’d seen a short Korean man get down on a bended knee and kiss Barney’s knuckles as if he were a god. With Barney at his side, job security was not an issue.
He took a sip of his beer and watched Barney throw another crumpled Miller High Life can at a pigeon that probably had ties to the mafia based on the crazy look in its eyes. When Barney knocked it clear off the ledge, he couldn’t help but chuckle. It was cruel but still, strangely funny.
Over the last few weeks, it had been pretty awesome just chilling with Barney. With Lily, Robin, and Ted out of the picture, they had to a chance to really figure each other out. They got to know each other as friends, as buddies, as pals, as chums, as bros. It was all supposed to be strictly heterosexual.
But a few days ago, something changed. It was like a sleeping beast within him had awakened and wanted to stand up and roar.
Marshall had taken a single step closer to Barney who had been leaning against the building’s ledge. The step indicated a closing in on that sacred, personal bubble, something a little more intimate than just brohood.
Marshall knew full well that the beers couldn’t be to blame. It usually took at least seven or eight of those to impact his ability to walk a straight line. In fact, he had called himself Tight Rope Eriksen in college but the name had never really caught on. Lily and Ted had pretty much laughed in his face on that one. But of course, they swore their laughter had been out of love.
A possible culprit might have been the cigarette smoke that curled from Barney’s lips, soft and wafting as it weaved through the blustery New York air. Not that smoke had magnetizing properties or anything. In fact, observations of insect behavior showed the opposite. It was supposed to repel. And by repelling him, it was supposed to remind him of the fantastic marriage and the sexy wife he had at home who was always willing to get fucked anywhere and anytime. The wife he had always thought he loved fucking.
But instead, he found himself thinking about Barney and how, from this new angle, he could see the curve of Barney’s ass. It looked so tight and firm beneath his loose-fitting slacks. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to stroke that ass, to feel those hard, muscular thighs flex and strain underneath his fingertips.
Marshall inhaled sharply, feeling his breath catch at the base of his throat, twisting into a painful lump that just wouldn’t be swallowed. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself for fear that Barney would notice the lust-fueled look in his eyes or the hardening bulge tenting his navy blue suit pants. If Barney did look, Marshall was willing to guess he would run screaming in the other direction, seeking out solace in the arms of some kinky secretary or some dumb blonde or well, Ted.
“Marshall?” Barney murmured, his gorgeous blue eyes taking in the swirling colors and contrast of the skyline. The cigarette was gone now and the butt rested lightly between his finger and thumb.
“Yeah?” Marshall asked, lowering his gaze and forcing his voice into an unusually low register to avoid any potential high-pitched squeaking noises.
“Have you ever…” Barney paused, pressing his index finger against his lips as if he was about to share a secret of some kind. “Been boned by a dude?”
“What?!” Marshall sputtered, not sure if he had heard what he thought he had heard.
“Well, you spend all your time with Lily and Ted. Studies show that 83% of males who have a male and female best friend are bi.”
“You made that up,” Marshall choked, trying to regain his composure.
“Maybe,” Barney offered. “But it’s still a valid question. I mean, I’ve ridden that gravy train before. There was this one time in Los Angeles when this gorgeous peroxide blond in a leather duster had me bent over the back of a park bench…” Barney thrust his hips forward, mimicking a rough, crude fucking. It made Marshall’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. “And then his hot, muscular friend showed up and he unzipped his pants and shoved his dick in my…”
Marshall felt the color in his face drain. Barney had always had a knack for graphic detail but each word; each visual made him feel like his dick was going to burst a hole through his pants. And they were not cheap pants! “Barney, stop. I don’t want to hear…”
Barney pivoted, chucking the cigarette butt towards the wall. Marshall felt his insides melt from the look of anger etched into Barney’s face. Who knew that a guy that irritated could look so hot? It didn’t take long before his mind was playing out a headmaster-school boy fantasy where Barney spanked him red and raw for blowing Ted behind the bleachers during the football game.
“Au contraire, Marshall. I think you want a taste of something that no one has ever let you try before. Something you need to get out of your system before you feel you can be a happily, married man.”
“What are you insinuating?” Marshall asked, taking a step backwards. This was definitely not the reaction he had expected at all. Granted, it was the reaction he wanted but still...it seemed too good to be true.
Barney stepped towards him, swaggering his hips and licking his lips. “What I’m saying is that you come to down to my office and you can show me who my daddy is. ‘Cause I’ve been a very bad boy and bad boys need to be punished.”
Marshall gulped, his cock twitching in anticipation of what Barney’s offer implied. How the hell could he say no to something that hot?
***
They stepped into Barney’s office and Barney was quick to make the place secure and private, all by pressing a button located underneath his desk. The luxurious space was quickly drenched in darkness, save for a few cracks of sunlight drifting through the window.
Marshall plopped down on the soft leather sofa in the corner of the room and his fingers manipulating the button fly of his pants. There was still a slight hesitation in his walnut brown eyes but Barney knew exactly how to make that vanish.
He closed the distance between them and promptly straddled Marshall’s lap, rubbing against the lawyer’s pulsing erection like a bitch in heat. He leaned in close to Marshall’s face and nipped at his earlobe. “Want to fuck you, Marshall. Want you to fuck me. Want you to spank me. Want to be your good boy.”
Marshall gulped, feeling beads of sweat dripping down the back of his neck. Oh god, he wanted to do all those things. Wanted to get inside Barney, wanted to see what made him scream and writhe and moan and…
“Barney,” Marshall murmured, reaching beneath his friend’s suit coat to pinch his nipple, rolling it to hardness so it peeked from the thin fabric of Barney’s shirt. Barney moaned softly, his fingers encircling Marshall’s red and brown striped tie. “I think it would be a great help if we were naked right now.”
Barney nodded, momentarily moving from Marshall’s lap and disrobing with the speed of an Olympic hurdler. The fine Italian fabrics fell into a pile beside the couch and Marshall’s soon joined them.
Barney resumed his position on Marshall’s lap, letting their cocks press and rub against each other as his fingers brushed over Marshall’s shoulders. Marshall’s hands ran down Barney’s side, coming to rest on his hips.
Barney’s breath hitched as the heat in his belly burned a fire storm through his veins. He had no idea that Marshall had wanted him like this. If he had, this would have happened much sooner.
Marshall glanced down between them and was surprised to see a shiny glint of metal crowning the tip of Barney’s cock. It was a small ball, no bigger than a pea, but the fact that Barney was pierced at all made him that much hotter, that much hornier. Lily had gotten a vertical hood piercing on a dare and it had always triggered arousal and lust within him. But it felt weird to be thinking of her right now. Felt wrong. Felt dirty. Lily needed to be in the furthest corners of his mind right now. He needed to think of the present, this moment, this feeling of hardness, maleness that pressing against him.
Barney rotated his hips and Marshall groaned. He wasn’t sure his dick could get any harder than it already was but if Barney kept going, Marshall was pretty sure every square inch of blood in his body was going to make its way down to his nether regions.
“Fuck,” Marshall breathed.
“You got it, baby,” Barney winked, producing a small tube of lubricant and a condom as if from nowhere.
Marshall laughed. “Another one of your magic tricks?”
Barney grinned. “You’d better believe it. I can’t tell you how many booty calls I’ve taken in here. There was this one time with Liza, the secretary, where she…” He stopped suddenly, as if regaling Marshall with his usual exploits seemed wrong somehow.
A wolfish smile twitched at the corners of Marshall’s lips and Barney tilted his head as if he were trying to gauge what Marshall was thinking. “You know, you said you wanted a spanking. I think you just gave me a reason to give you one. Bend over my lap, Barney.”
Barney’s jaw dropped slightly but he obeyed, switching his position on the small sofa so that his stomach was pressed against Marshall’s leg and his cock was trapped between Marshall’s thighs. For the moment, the lube and the condom joined the pile of forgotten things on the floor.
SMACK!
Marshall’s hand rained down on his ass with the same force he used whenever he slapped Barney across the face. It fucking hurt! But he also couldn’t deny that it was fucking hot. Barney wiggled his ass and felt the weight of Marshall’s hand smack against it. It was hot. Raw. Bruising. Delicious.
“Marshall,” Barney begged, he could feel his balls tightening already and he wanted to hold back his orgasm. Needed to hold it back. “Please. God. Stop. Hurts.”
Marshall paused, loving the sound of Barney’s broken pleading, loving the fact that Barney looked like a ten-dollar whore writhing in his lap like this. Marshall grabbed a fistful of Barney’s blond curls and yanked the man’s head upwards, forcing his spine into a painful arch. Barney groaned but didn’t try to break out of the hold.
“I say when we stop, slut,” Marshall hissed, joyfully taking on the part of dominant and unleashing something within him that he didn’t even know he had. His hands massaged Barney’s ass, the skin warm and fire red beneath his palms.
“Yes,” Barney whispered. God damn, it felt good to be taken like this. To be treated like this. It had been so long since he had let any male do this to him. And Marshall was not holding back at all.
Marshall picked up the lube and squirted a copious amount onto his fingers and into the crack of Barney’s ass. Barney wriggled his ass appreciatively as the cool liquid streamed down the sensitive flesh. Marshall thrust one finger into Barney’s pucker, stretching the flesh and finding his prostate. Barney moaned and cursed at the intrusion, but he relaxed quickly and pushed his hips back, trying to get more stimulation.
Marshall obliged, easily inserting another finger into the hole. It felt so good, so tight, so constricting. It was a hole that didn't stretch easily, a hole he was forcing to open, and that made it twice as sexy. After a few lingering minutes, Marshall pulled out his fingers with a pop and patted Barney on the ass.
Barney took that as a sign to crawl of Marshall’s lap and positioned himself against the arm rest, resting his head against his hands. Marshall grabbed the condom and slipped it on, rolling the latex down his shaft as quickly and nimbly as his fingers could go. He squirted some lube onto his cock, rubbing the slick substance into the membrane. He lined up with Barney’s entrance and prayed to God that he had stretched his friend wide enough. Making Barney bleed really defeated the purpose.
Marshall slowly pushed himself inside, inch by inch, letting Barney adjust himself to the length and girth that had earned itself the nickname ‘Magnificent Beast.’ He knew about the pain Barney was feeling so his hands tightened around Barney’s waist, one of them gripping the base of Barney’s dick. There was nothing like pleasure to distract from pain. He started with slow, shallow strokes, taking the time to twist his wrist around the veins in Barney’s cock. Barney bucked his hips, greedily thrusting against Marshall’s hand.
After a few moments, Marshall picked up the pace, feeling the adrenaline course through as he pumped his prick into Barney’s hole, taking him harder and faster and deeper. The sounds of his balls slapping against Barney’s thighs echoed in his ears as he rode the waves of his lust, driving himself towards the edge, wanting to propel himself straight into the pool of bliss.
“Fuck!” Barney screamed, feeling his balls draw up as Marshall continued to masturbate him and pound into him ruthlessly. There was no denying that Marshall knew how to multi-task and he knew how to do it well. “Gonna come!”
Marshall made his final thrust, spurting his seed into the latex as Barney’s creamy white spunk coated his hands and dripped onto the leather. That was going to be a bitch to clean come morning.
Marshall pressed his stomach against Barney’s back, breaths coming sharp and fast against his friend’s ear. He had never felt more exhausted from sex before. But it felt so damn good.
Barney sighed heavily, feeling spent and used. He knew damn well this was what every bimbo he had taken to bed with him felt like when he was done and it was no surprise that Marshall had the same set of skills.
“You know what I’ve been thinking, Marshall?” Barney asked.
“Yeah?” Marshall murmured.
“That Ted should get a job here. And we’re looking for a new architect.”
A satisfied grin played across Marshall’s face as he lay next to his very first male partner. The wheels in his head were already spinning at the awesome thought of Ted joining them. The conference calls, the beer drinking. Oh, and the image of Ted’s cock filling Barney’s mouth as Marshall took him from behind. They could be like a well-oiled rowing team. Stroke…Stroke…Thrust…Thrust…
Marshall couldn’t help himself. He knew that if this got out it would devastate Lily but as long as he kept his mouth shut, he would finally get the best of both worlds.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Marshall
Word Count: 2588
Rating: NC-17/FRAO (probably higher); for explicit, consensual sex , anal sex, first times, adult language, sexual slurs, alcohol use, cruelty to birds, angst, infidelity, spanking, piercings, mentions of double penetration.
Spoilers: Tales place during Season 4 before the events of “Woo!”
Summary:
Beta: The impeccable
rockstarpeach. Also, many thanks to idioticonion for reading the first draftDedicated with love to
automotivesmile who could probably use some cheering up right now.A/N: Written for the HIMYM Ultimate Smut Duel
Marshall loved the conference calls. They were the highlights of his work day. He loved the thrill of leaving his desk, knowing he could probably get caught, but not exactly caring because he was with Barney. And even though Marshall still didn’t know what Barney did, he did know that Barney had some sort of crazy powers at Goliath National Bank. There was one time that he swore up down and sideways that he’d seen a short Korean man get down on a bended knee and kiss Barney’s knuckles as if he were a god. With Barney at his side, job security was not an issue.
He took a sip of his beer and watched Barney throw another crumpled Miller High Life can at a pigeon that probably had ties to the mafia based on the crazy look in its eyes. When Barney knocked it clear off the ledge, he couldn’t help but chuckle. It was cruel but still, strangely funny.
Over the last few weeks, it had been pretty awesome just chilling with Barney. With Lily, Robin, and Ted out of the picture, they had to a chance to really figure each other out. They got to know each other as friends, as buddies, as pals, as chums, as bros. It was all supposed to be strictly heterosexual.
But a few days ago, something changed. It was like a sleeping beast within him had awakened and wanted to stand up and roar.
Marshall had taken a single step closer to Barney who had been leaning against the building’s ledge. The step indicated a closing in on that sacred, personal bubble, something a little more intimate than just brohood.
Marshall knew full well that the beers couldn’t be to blame. It usually took at least seven or eight of those to impact his ability to walk a straight line. In fact, he had called himself Tight Rope Eriksen in college but the name had never really caught on. Lily and Ted had pretty much laughed in his face on that one. But of course, they swore their laughter had been out of love.
A possible culprit might have been the cigarette smoke that curled from Barney’s lips, soft and wafting as it weaved through the blustery New York air. Not that smoke had magnetizing properties or anything. In fact, observations of insect behavior showed the opposite. It was supposed to repel. And by repelling him, it was supposed to remind him of the fantastic marriage and the sexy wife he had at home who was always willing to get fucked anywhere and anytime. The wife he had always thought he loved fucking.
But instead, he found himself thinking about Barney and how, from this new angle, he could see the curve of Barney’s ass. It looked so tight and firm beneath his loose-fitting slacks. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to stroke that ass, to feel those hard, muscular thighs flex and strain underneath his fingertips.
Marshall inhaled sharply, feeling his breath catch at the base of his throat, twisting into a painful lump that just wouldn’t be swallowed. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself for fear that Barney would notice the lust-fueled look in his eyes or the hardening bulge tenting his navy blue suit pants. If Barney did look, Marshall was willing to guess he would run screaming in the other direction, seeking out solace in the arms of some kinky secretary or some dumb blonde or well, Ted.
“Marshall?” Barney murmured, his gorgeous blue eyes taking in the swirling colors and contrast of the skyline. The cigarette was gone now and the butt rested lightly between his finger and thumb.
“Yeah?” Marshall asked, lowering his gaze and forcing his voice into an unusually low register to avoid any potential high-pitched squeaking noises.
“Have you ever…” Barney paused, pressing his index finger against his lips as if he was about to share a secret of some kind. “Been boned by a dude?”
“What?!” Marshall sputtered, not sure if he had heard what he thought he had heard.
“Well, you spend all your time with Lily and Ted. Studies show that 83% of males who have a male and female best friend are bi.”
“You made that up,” Marshall choked, trying to regain his composure.
“Maybe,” Barney offered. “But it’s still a valid question. I mean, I’ve ridden that gravy train before. There was this one time in Los Angeles when this gorgeous peroxide blond in a leather duster had me bent over the back of a park bench…” Barney thrust his hips forward, mimicking a rough, crude fucking. It made Marshall’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. “And then his hot, muscular friend showed up and he unzipped his pants and shoved his dick in my…”
Marshall felt the color in his face drain. Barney had always had a knack for graphic detail but each word; each visual made him feel like his dick was going to burst a hole through his pants. And they were not cheap pants! “Barney, stop. I don’t want to hear…”
Barney pivoted, chucking the cigarette butt towards the wall. Marshall felt his insides melt from the look of anger etched into Barney’s face. Who knew that a guy that irritated could look so hot? It didn’t take long before his mind was playing out a headmaster-school boy fantasy where Barney spanked him red and raw for blowing Ted behind the bleachers during the football game.
“Au contraire, Marshall. I think you want a taste of something that no one has ever let you try before. Something you need to get out of your system before you feel you can be a happily, married man.”
“What are you insinuating?” Marshall asked, taking a step backwards. This was definitely not the reaction he had expected at all. Granted, it was the reaction he wanted but still...it seemed too good to be true.
Barney stepped towards him, swaggering his hips and licking his lips. “What I’m saying is that you come to down to my office and you can show me who my daddy is. ‘Cause I’ve been a very bad boy and bad boys need to be punished.”
Marshall gulped, his cock twitching in anticipation of what Barney’s offer implied. How the hell could he say no to something that hot?
***
They stepped into Barney’s office and Barney was quick to make the place secure and private, all by pressing a button located underneath his desk. The luxurious space was quickly drenched in darkness, save for a few cracks of sunlight drifting through the window.
Marshall plopped down on the soft leather sofa in the corner of the room and his fingers manipulating the button fly of his pants. There was still a slight hesitation in his walnut brown eyes but Barney knew exactly how to make that vanish.
He closed the distance between them and promptly straddled Marshall’s lap, rubbing against the lawyer’s pulsing erection like a bitch in heat. He leaned in close to Marshall’s face and nipped at his earlobe. “Want to fuck you, Marshall. Want you to fuck me. Want you to spank me. Want to be your good boy.”
Marshall gulped, feeling beads of sweat dripping down the back of his neck. Oh god, he wanted to do all those things. Wanted to get inside Barney, wanted to see what made him scream and writhe and moan and…
“Barney,” Marshall murmured, reaching beneath his friend’s suit coat to pinch his nipple, rolling it to hardness so it peeked from the thin fabric of Barney’s shirt. Barney moaned softly, his fingers encircling Marshall’s red and brown striped tie. “I think it would be a great help if we were naked right now.”
Barney nodded, momentarily moving from Marshall’s lap and disrobing with the speed of an Olympic hurdler. The fine Italian fabrics fell into a pile beside the couch and Marshall’s soon joined them.
Barney resumed his position on Marshall’s lap, letting their cocks press and rub against each other as his fingers brushed over Marshall’s shoulders. Marshall’s hands ran down Barney’s side, coming to rest on his hips.
Barney’s breath hitched as the heat in his belly burned a fire storm through his veins. He had no idea that Marshall had wanted him like this. If he had, this would have happened much sooner.
Marshall glanced down between them and was surprised to see a shiny glint of metal crowning the tip of Barney’s cock. It was a small ball, no bigger than a pea, but the fact that Barney was pierced at all made him that much hotter, that much hornier. Lily had gotten a vertical hood piercing on a dare and it had always triggered arousal and lust within him. But it felt weird to be thinking of her right now. Felt wrong. Felt dirty. Lily needed to be in the furthest corners of his mind right now. He needed to think of the present, this moment, this feeling of hardness, maleness that pressing against him.
Barney rotated his hips and Marshall groaned. He wasn’t sure his dick could get any harder than it already was but if Barney kept going, Marshall was pretty sure every square inch of blood in his body was going to make its way down to his nether regions.
“Fuck,” Marshall breathed.
“You got it, baby,” Barney winked, producing a small tube of lubricant and a condom as if from nowhere.
Marshall laughed. “Another one of your magic tricks?”
Barney grinned. “You’d better believe it. I can’t tell you how many booty calls I’ve taken in here. There was this one time with Liza, the secretary, where she…” He stopped suddenly, as if regaling Marshall with his usual exploits seemed wrong somehow.
A wolfish smile twitched at the corners of Marshall’s lips and Barney tilted his head as if he were trying to gauge what Marshall was thinking. “You know, you said you wanted a spanking. I think you just gave me a reason to give you one. Bend over my lap, Barney.”
Barney’s jaw dropped slightly but he obeyed, switching his position on the small sofa so that his stomach was pressed against Marshall’s leg and his cock was trapped between Marshall’s thighs. For the moment, the lube and the condom joined the pile of forgotten things on the floor.
SMACK!
Marshall’s hand rained down on his ass with the same force he used whenever he slapped Barney across the face. It fucking hurt! But he also couldn’t deny that it was fucking hot. Barney wiggled his ass and felt the weight of Marshall’s hand smack against it. It was hot. Raw. Bruising. Delicious.
“Marshall,” Barney begged, he could feel his balls tightening already and he wanted to hold back his orgasm. Needed to hold it back. “Please. God. Stop. Hurts.”
Marshall paused, loving the sound of Barney’s broken pleading, loving the fact that Barney looked like a ten-dollar whore writhing in his lap like this. Marshall grabbed a fistful of Barney’s blond curls and yanked the man’s head upwards, forcing his spine into a painful arch. Barney groaned but didn’t try to break out of the hold.
“I say when we stop, slut,” Marshall hissed, joyfully taking on the part of dominant and unleashing something within him that he didn’t even know he had. His hands massaged Barney’s ass, the skin warm and fire red beneath his palms.
“Yes,” Barney whispered. God damn, it felt good to be taken like this. To be treated like this. It had been so long since he had let any male do this to him. And Marshall was not holding back at all.
Marshall picked up the lube and squirted a copious amount onto his fingers and into the crack of Barney’s ass. Barney wriggled his ass appreciatively as the cool liquid streamed down the sensitive flesh. Marshall thrust one finger into Barney’s pucker, stretching the flesh and finding his prostate. Barney moaned and cursed at the intrusion, but he relaxed quickly and pushed his hips back, trying to get more stimulation.
Marshall obliged, easily inserting another finger into the hole. It felt so good, so tight, so constricting. It was a hole that didn't stretch easily, a hole he was forcing to open, and that made it twice as sexy. After a few lingering minutes, Marshall pulled out his fingers with a pop and patted Barney on the ass.
Barney took that as a sign to crawl of Marshall’s lap and positioned himself against the arm rest, resting his head against his hands. Marshall grabbed the condom and slipped it on, rolling the latex down his shaft as quickly and nimbly as his fingers could go. He squirted some lube onto his cock, rubbing the slick substance into the membrane. He lined up with Barney’s entrance and prayed to God that he had stretched his friend wide enough. Making Barney bleed really defeated the purpose.
Marshall slowly pushed himself inside, inch by inch, letting Barney adjust himself to the length and girth that had earned itself the nickname ‘Magnificent Beast.’ He knew about the pain Barney was feeling so his hands tightened around Barney’s waist, one of them gripping the base of Barney’s dick. There was nothing like pleasure to distract from pain. He started with slow, shallow strokes, taking the time to twist his wrist around the veins in Barney’s cock. Barney bucked his hips, greedily thrusting against Marshall’s hand.
After a few moments, Marshall picked up the pace, feeling the adrenaline course through as he pumped his prick into Barney’s hole, taking him harder and faster and deeper. The sounds of his balls slapping against Barney’s thighs echoed in his ears as he rode the waves of his lust, driving himself towards the edge, wanting to propel himself straight into the pool of bliss.
“Fuck!” Barney screamed, feeling his balls draw up as Marshall continued to masturbate him and pound into him ruthlessly. There was no denying that Marshall knew how to multi-task and he knew how to do it well. “Gonna come!”
Marshall made his final thrust, spurting his seed into the latex as Barney’s creamy white spunk coated his hands and dripped onto the leather. That was going to be a bitch to clean come morning.
Marshall pressed his stomach against Barney’s back, breaths coming sharp and fast against his friend’s ear. He had never felt more exhausted from sex before. But it felt so damn good.
Barney sighed heavily, feeling spent and used. He knew damn well this was what every bimbo he had taken to bed with him felt like when he was done and it was no surprise that Marshall had the same set of skills.
“You know what I’ve been thinking, Marshall?” Barney asked.
“Yeah?” Marshall murmured.
“That Ted should get a job here. And we’re looking for a new architect.”
A satisfied grin played across Marshall’s face as he lay next to his very first male partner. The wheels in his head were already spinning at the awesome thought of Ted joining them. The conference calls, the beer drinking. Oh, and the image of Ted’s cock filling Barney’s mouth as Marshall took him from behind. They could be like a well-oiled rowing team. Stroke…Stroke…Thrust…Thrust…
Marshall couldn’t help himself. He knew that if this got out it would devastate Lily but as long as he kept his mouth shut, he would finally get the best of both worlds.
