In God We Trust.

You started working as a roadie about 2 months ago and it’s been a bit exciting. Not only is it your first job as a roadie, but you’re also working for The Jacksons on their Victory Tour. The Jacksons—you still can’t believe it—your first job within your new career is being a roadie for a legendary family of musicians.

The show ended about thirty minutes ago; you’re busy picking up and wrapping instrument cables backstage, trying your best to remember the specific way they’re supposed to be wrapped. While you were so focused on wrapping up cables, you never noticed that Marlon Jackson is standing right next to you.

“What’s that you’re doin’ there?” Marlon said in a cheeky tone. He peeked over your shoulder to see what you were doing. His presence completely startled you, making you dropping the cables into a tangled mess on the floor. As you reach down to pick up the cables you exhale deeply. When you turn around to face Marlon he’s looking up at you, waiting for a response. You never really noticed how short he was until now. As you were about to answer he completely changes the question.

“So what is it that ya roadies do around here?” He asked in a tone you were unsure the meaning of, staring up at you through his eyelashes. Your face turned a faint shade of red. Does he always act like this?

“W-well, I’m new around here, so I’m still finding out myself,” God why did I say that? You want to bash your head against the wall for how awkward you were being. Suddenly, catching you by surprise, you hear a loud cackle from in front of you. Marlon was laughing, he found what you said hilarious. You couldn’t help but look at the way he would cover his mouth.

“You’re quite the funny guy aren’t ya?” Huffed Marlon, finally regulated his breathing after his laughing fit. You didn’t mean to be funny? Once Marlon catches his breath, there’s a large silence between the both of you. Marlon stares up at you with a look in his eye that you know the name of, desperation.

The silence continues to grow. You can tell Marlon wants something, from his over exaggerated facial expressions and movements. Marlon bites his lip in frustration—it’s almost like he wants you to read his mind—it’s kinda cute.

Without thinking, you lean down to give him a slight kiss on the cheek. His skin was so soft and plush against your lips. The sound of his breath hitching was enough to knock you back into reality; you realized what you just did. Marlon looks up at you with a look of surprise and something more on his face. His mouth slightly open while his cheeks rapidly turn a more darker shade of red. You can hear his breathing, and it’s heavy.

Shit…. I fucked up..

“Can you.. do that again..?”

Wait… huh?

Marlon starts pulling on your shirt, looking to the side with a flushed face while biting his lip. You’re just, stunned. What just happened? You just kissed Marlon Jackson on the cheek, and he liked it? The both of you just stand there. Marlon starts to pull on your shirt more urgently, looking up at you with the biggest hazel eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Please? Can you kiss me again? Please? I’ll be good..” he begged urgently, like kissing you would solve world hunger. You continue to stand there in confusion. He’ll be good?

Suddenly Marlon—incredibly impatient and desperate—grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down into a kiss. The kiss was messy and desperate, nothing like the kiss you gave him on the cheek. You’re stuck in shock for a moment, but soon after you reciprocate the kiss. Marlon opens his mouth to whine into your mouth as he grabs a handful of your hair. You break the kiss to breathe. He starts to eagerly grind against your leg, letting out little whimpers with every time he grinds hard against you.

What the fuck is happening?

You don’t know what to do, Marlon Jackson is grinding against your knee, moaning into your ear, and you’re just standing there, not doing anything.

You start to maneuver the two of you to the closest surface, being a table. Marlon moans loudly as he feels the edge of the table press against the back of his thighs.

“I need you to fuck me on this table right now,” he demanded

“Are you sure? Have you ever done this before?” You inquired.

“No, who even cares? I need you in me so bad. Pleasee” Marlon whined into your ear as he eagerly ground against you. Your hands make their way to his stage pants, shakily pulling them down. Through Marlon’s underwear you can see the obvious outline of a bulge. As you reach into his underwear to grab his cock he stops you.

“No no… no foreplay, please I need you in me now..” Marlon begged as he stared into your eyes, his own clouded with lust. He bit his lip. You stare at the shorter man, surprised yet again. He wants you this bad huh?

Instead of going further, you quickly flip him over so that he’s bent over the table. He whines loudly and the noise goes straight to your cock. You pull his underwear down past his ass, soon after dealing with your own trousers. You stick three fingers into your mouth, getting them wet and slick so that they’ll slide in easily.

“What’s taking so damn long? Can you hurry uPP-!” Marlon’s head falls forward in a whimper as you push your index finger into him. You can hear the change in his breathing and it’s honestly turning you on even more. He’s clenching a lot for only one finger. As you work your finger deeper into Marlon you can’t help but revel in all the noises he keeps making. You knew he was a noisy guy, but you didn’t know that noisiness transferred into bed too.

“F-fuckk..! Can.. can you please put it in already…?” He huffed out. He was really eager, not even fully prepared or adjusted and he wants you in him.

“I need to finish prepping you or else it will hurt..” you massage his insides.

“Ngh!! I don’t care! Please just put it innnn…!” Marlon sobbed out, pushing back against your hand. Man, there was no way you could argue with him when he sounded like that.

You take your finger out of him, hearing his breath hitch as you do. As you spit in your hand to lube up your cock he pushes back eagerly; so impatient. Finally, you grab onto his hips—which are actually quite big for a man—tightly, getting yourself situated properly. Marlon screams out in pain as you enter him from behind. His breathing becomes fast and irregular.

Despite the fact that you can tell he’s a bit uncomfortable, you can’t stop thinking about how perfect he feels. It’s almost like his body was made with the soul purpose of taking you. Marlon’s breathing is still irregular, letting out little whimpers here and there. His fists clenched, his eyes shut closed while he bites his lip. He’s clearly uncomfortable.

“Marlon…. You should’ve listened to me-“

“No! I’m ok! Just…… just start moving now…” The shorter man blurted out.

You look at him with a bit of sympathy. What is he trying to do here? After a moment you sigh. You don’t really know what he’s trying to accomplish with this, but you don’t feel like passing off this opportunity. You start to move, pulling out almost all the way then slamming back in. Marlon lets out a choked out whine, scratching at the table. He clenches his eyes shut while biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.

You notice this, how uncomfortable he is. Instead of continuing you come to a stop, resting so that the shorter man has time to adjust. At this point you don’t really care if he whines at you to continue, it’s very clear that he’s not enjoying it due to pain.

“H-hey…… why huff why did you stop….? Keep moving.. please!” Marlon pleaded, pushing back against you.

“You’re very obviously in a great amount of discomfort. I stopped so that you could have enough time to adjust and actually enjoy the experience.” You replied as you started rubbing soothing circles on his back. I wonder why he’s doing this anyways?

After a couple of minutes you do an experimental thrust. Pulling out just and bit and pushing back in. The sound that came from Marlon’s mouth was probably the most beautiful sound to ever have blessed your ears. Marlon pushes back against you, urging you to move again. It seems that he’s actually enjoying it now.

The rhythm you start with isn’t fast, but isn’t slow either. With Marlon’s insides clenching so perfectly around you you’re not so sure you’ll be able to last. The whimpers and moans he’s letting out sure aren’t helping either.

You shift your hips a bit, getting a deeper angle. Then suddenly you hit something that makes Marlon cry out from underneath you.

“FFUUuuck.!!! Oh god oh god.. right there…. Again again… oh fuck please..!” He starts to babble. Clenching hard around you while arching his back. His right hand comes back to grab the back of your thigh, pushing you in deeper. Marlon continues to babble and moan out as you start thrusting into his prostate.

After some time you’ve sped up, causing Marlon’s moans and babbles to increase in volume.

“Right there.. yes! I’ll be good….. I’ll be good… f-fuck!! Hah..” Marlon exclaimed, his breathing quickened.

Then suddenly, you notice him freeze up. He stops rocking back against you, he stops moaning and babbling. You hear his breath hitch.

What happened? Is he ok?

Maybe it’s not as pleasurable anymore..? Thinking that this was the problem, you speed up.

You notice that he’s moving again, did that solve it? Wait no, that looks like something else. A teardrop falls onto the table as Marlon starts to slightly convulse. His breath hitching, you hear little sobs. Worried, you pull out and flip him over so that he’s face to face to you. Scared that you might’ve done something wrong.

The sight below you is upsetting. Marlon on his back, crying, trying to hide his face from you. You try to touch Marlon’s shoulder to try and see what’s wrong.

“Hey, Marlon what’s wro-“

“Don’t touch me!” He smacks your hand away, backing up further from you. The shorter man runs his hands through his hair, with a look of horror and worry on his face.

You just stand there, extremely worried now. Just staring at the sobbing man in front of you. Every once in a while you hear little “he’s gonna kill me” and “what have I done?”s in between his little sobs.

You’re not going to give up from comforting Marlon. Suddenly you reach out and hold him in between your arms, rubbing his back while he cried. Surprisingly instead of trying to push you away, he pushes in closer. His cries growing stronger as he hides his face in your chest. You continue to rub soothing circles on his back, hoping that he’ll calm down. Whats wrong with him..?

After some time Marlon has calmed down a bit, his breathing evening out, little hiccups here and there. His skin is so warm and soft, makes you wonder what soap he uses.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong now?” You say, continuing to rub soothing circles on his back. Marlon hesitates.

“… I shouldn’t be doing this… it’s wrong..” his breathing growing in pace slightly. “Oh god what if he finds out… what if Joseph finds out about this?” Marlon starts to panic again. “I shouldn’t have done this I shouldn’t have done this!!”

“Hey wait! Marlon, you’re a grown ass man, Joseph shouldn’t be able to control you. It’s your life not his, he shouldn’t get a say. So what if he finds out? Who cares what he thinks. You’re your own person, ok?” You pull Marlon away to look into his eyes. His eyes shining a beautiful shade of hazel, red and watery from the tears he shed.

Honestly you’re kind of relieved a bit, you thought you might’ve hurt him or something.

Marlon just stares up at you with wide eyes, a little hiccup every here and there.

“We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to. I can help you get dressed and we can go our separate ways.” You rub his shoulders. Marlon turns his head away, like he’s considering stopping. He’s stayed that way for a minute. You sigh, he probably doesn’t want to continue. You start to pick up your clothes but he quickly grabs your arm, stopping you.

“Wait!…… I… I don’t want to stop..” Marlon exclaimed, staring up at you again with those beautiful hazel eyes.

You stare at him for a second, then came a sigh. Eyes closing while your lips curled into a small smile, chuckling a bit.

“Okay baby,”

I just reread this 5 times and it’s actually so ass omfg sorry gang. High key still posting this because the Marlon yaoi community(me) needs to be fed. So drop a like and smash that subscribe button if you enjoyed it, and I’ll see you in the next video.

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