Chapter 26: Fake Dating, Real Knotting - 3

Julian turned. Marcus spit into his palm, slicked his cock, and pressed in without waiting. The stretch punched a sound out of Julian’s throat. Marcus’s hand clapped over his mouth again.

"Quiet. Crew is thirty feet away."

He started thrusting hard and deep from the first stroke. No slow build. Just raw Alpha need. Julian’s wet skin slapped against Marcus’s hips. The tent filled with the thick, unmistakable mix of their scents. Marcus’s was heavier now, darker, pouring out of him in waves meant to bury Julian’s sweetness under pure territorial claim.

Marcus’s voice stayed a harsh whisper against Julian’s ear. "Anyone who walked in here would know exactly who you belong to. You smell like me now. Inside and out."

Julian pushed back into every thrust, chasing the burn. His cock leaked steadily onto the dirt floor. Marcus reached around and stroked him in the same brutal rhythm, fist tight and unforgiving.

"Come on my cock," Marcus ordered under his breath. "Do it before someone opens that flap."

Julian’s body locked up. He came hard and silent, shaking against the cases, spilling over Marcus’s hand in thick pulses. The clench of him dragged Marcus over the edge right after. Marcus buried himself to the hilt and flooded him, hips grinding in short, possessive circles as he pumped every drop as deep as it would go.

They stayed locked together for three long breaths. Outside, voices drifted closer. Someone called for them.

Marcus slowly pulled out. Come slid down Julian’s thigh. He turned Julian around, wiped his wet hand across Julian’s stomach, then rubbed the rest of the mess into Julian’s skin like he was marking territory.

"Patch is gone," Marcus said quietly. "You’re wearing me for the rest of the day. Anyone who gets close enough to smell you will know exactly what happened in here."

Julian’s legs were still unsteady. He yanked his jeans back up with shaking hands. "You’re insane."

Marcus leaned in and kissed him once, hard and final. "And you’re still hard. Don’t make me drag you back in here before the next take."

He stepped out of the tent first, smile already back in place for the cameras. Julian followed a few seconds later, the heavy scent of Alpha claim rolling off his skin with every step.

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Chapter 4: The Night Confessional

The confessional booth was a black box with one camera and a single soft light. Julian sat in the chair, mic clipped to his collar, and looked straight into the lens.

"Marcus is... a lot," he said, voice smooth for the audience. "Very Alpha. Very sure everyone wants him. Sometimes I wonder if he practices that smirk in the mirror or if it just comes naturally with the ego."

He smiled for the camera, soft and fake. "Working with him is educational. I’m learning a lot about patience. And volume control. He doesn’t do quiet."

In the control booth Marcus sat with headphones on, jaw locked so tight it ached. The second Julian signed off and stepped out into the dark service hallway, Marcus was already moving.

He caught Julian by the arm and shoved him back against the concrete wall between two stacked road cases. The hallway was empty. Mics were dead. Cameras pointed the other way.

Marcus’s voice was low and dangerous. "Educational?"

Julian’s pulse jumped. "It was just for the show."

"You called me arrogant on a live feed." Marcus pinned both of Julian’s wrists above his head with one hand. "You sat there and mocked me while I had to listen to every word."

Julian tilted his chin up. "You were listening?"

"Every second." Marcus’s free hand shoved under Julian’s shirt and scraped down his stomach. "And now you’re going to take what that mouth earned you."

He spun Julian around and pressed him face-first into the wall. Julian’s cheek hit cool concrete. Marcus yanked his jeans open and shoved them down just far enough. His own cock was already out, hard and heavy.

Marcus spit into his palm, stroked himself once, and pushed in without warning. Julian’s breath punched out of him in a sharp, quiet sound. Marcus covered his mouth with one hand and started thrusting hard and deep, no buildup, pure punishment.

"Still think I’m just ego?" Marcus growled against his ear. "Still want to joke about me on camera?"

Julian shook his head under the hand, but his body pushed back into every thrust. Wet sounds filled the narrow space. Marcus fucked him like he was trying to leave bruises on the inside.

"You don’t get to talk shit and walk away clean," Marcus said, voice rough. "You take it. Quietly like a good boy that you are, exactly like this."

Julian’s cock was trapped against the wall, leaking steadily with every hard snap of Marcus’s hips. Marcus reached around and stroked him in the same ruthless rhythm, fist tight and unforgiving.

"Come on my cock," Marcus ordered under his breath. "Do it while I’m still pissed at you."

Julian’s whole body went tight. He came hard and silent, shaking against the concrete, spilling over Marcus’s fist and the wall. The way he clenched dragged Marcus right over with him. Marcus buried himself deep and came in long, heavy pulses, filling him while his teeth grazed the side of Julian’s neck.

They stayed locked together for a few breaths. Marcus’s hand slowly left Julian’s mouth.

Julian’s voice came out wrecked. "Feel better?"

Marcus pulled out slow, watching his come slide down Julian’s thigh. He turned Julian around, wiped his wet hand across Julian’s lips, and kissed him once, hard and claiming.

"Not even close," Marcus said against his mouth. "Next time you want to talk about me on camera, remember how this felt. I’ll be listening again."

He stepped back, fixed his clothes, and walked away down the dark hallway like nothing had happened. Julian stayed against the wall a second longer, jeans still open, the heavy scent of Alpha claim thick on his skin.