by Solet, Trina
Three fingers were worked in now. Mark moaned, "More please."
"You’re too tight. You have to be patient." Zack wasn’t sucking him now. Mark’s body couldn’t take the extra stimulation. Mark couldn’t wait any more.
"Please, Zack. Please." Mark begged, but then he saw that Zack was adding even more lube, and he knew they were both ready. He smiled at Zack in relief as he pulled his legs up to his chest and out of the way.
The head of Zack’s cock touched him, and he gasped. He wanted to open himself up to it, but it was a struggle. The large head nudged him, persuading his body to let it in. Mark moaned feeling it inside him. Thinking about how much more there was, he shuddered. Soon Zack would fill him and Mark couldn’t wait. Unexpectedly Mark found himself smiling as Zack sweated over him, panted, stopped then moved forward again slowly entering Mark inch by inch. Mark felt sweat pour off his body. He could hear his own rough breathing in his ears. He felt like he had too much blood inside him. But mostly he felt Zack inside him so he couldn’t help but smile. Zack sometimes smiled too, but he had to concentrate, push hard but not too hard. Then Mark felt the full thickness of it and soon Zack’s whole body pressing down on him. Zack was in. They both laughed though there was so much more ahead of them. Zack had to pull back slowly, then in again. Each time he gained some speed. Having been stretched by the first few thrusts, Mark could feel his insides easing open, allowing Zack's cock inside him. The pleasure was starting to build up with each thrust. His body and Zack's cock were working together now.
After a while, Zack had to stop and add more lube. Mark moaned for him. But then Mark was in for a new treat. Zack spoke into his ear,
"I’m going to cover your mouth for this," Zack warned him.
He placed his hand over Mark’s mouth gently then he pushed inside him in one go. Mark would have screamed with pleasure. Instead he arched his back, let his legs fall on Zack’s shoulders, felt Zack’s fingers slip inside his mouth. His mouth stayed open with Zack’s fingers gently caressing his tongue. Mark took Zack’s hand away and swallowed. He needed to speak. He raised himself up as far as he could and stared hard into Zack’s eyes.
"Do it again," he demanded.
Zack hesitated. He pulled out then added lube again. So cautious. This thrust wasn’t a surprise, but it was still intense. Zack followed it up with long deep thrusts that took Mark’s breath away. Zack had a hold of his legs now. He held them more firmly and gave Mark another get ready look then he started pounding him. Mark struggled to stay quiet. He felt like he was being parted, not just opened but revealed, stripped to the core to lie truly naked in front of Zack. He knew that's what it meant to give himself freely and completely to another man.
"Zack," he said calling to him the way you might when it's dark and you want to make sure you're not alone.
Zack moaned. Then actual speech left his mouth as he slowed down for deep, even thrusts.
"Mark, I think I'm losing my fucking mind," Zack said.
"Asshole. Say something romantic. Or at least sexy."
"I can't form thoughts, damn it, look what you're doing to me."
"You are doing it."
"No, this is you. You are like some drug. You should carry a mandatory death penalty."
"What? Shut up," Mark told him. It was obviously a mistake to let Zack talk during sex.
Zack obeyed and fucked him silently. It was strange to have his body guided from inside, stimulated so thoroughly, like he was being touched everywhere at once. When Mark came, Zack kept him quiet with a kiss. The kiss moved from his mouth to his face and back to his mouth. Zack was murmuring stupid things between the kisses, "You’re beautiful, you’re amazing, oh, Mark." Mark watched him come, felt it inside him, and thanked him.
Mark opened his eyes to Zack’s face. Zack had been kissing him to wake him up. Mark accepted one last kiss before he got up. It wasn’t very early so he was careful as he sneaked out. It was pure luck that Al didn’t catch him.
All morning, Mark felt like the pleasure from last night still suffused him. He knew it was because this was a new experience, but then he reminded himself that it wasn’t. It just seemed that way. This wasn’t the muted pleasure once the pain went away, but full and complete ecstasy from the first touch until he came, pumped full, completely satisfied. It was a million times better, sweeter, more intense with Zack. Mark had been like a vessel and honey was being poured through him. He had never been more aware that his body was built for pleasure. In Zack's hands, every part of him was new and alive. He had loved feeling Zack’s power and being filled by him. He wanted it to happen again as much as he wanted to be inside Zack and do the same for him.
Chapter 27
The day started out a little cooler than the ones before. The wind stirred up the waves keeping Al out of the water. He was delighted to watch the big waves crash though. As clouds moved over the sky, the sunshine came and went. But when the rain started it seemed sudden. They were chased inside where Al pouted about the weather.
"No fair. It's not supposed to rain on the beach," Al said.
"Ever?" Mark asked him. He kind of liked the look of the rain sweeping over the ocean and dotting the sand on the beach. The rain brought with it a pleasant scent and a coolness to the air. The wind misted him where he stood leaning on the railing of the porch and enjoying the view.
Zack was sitting on the steps with only his feet getting wet from the rain a little. He pulled Al to him so he could hold him in his lap and console him. As Al looked up, Zack kissed his damp forehead. Mark watched as Zack tried to soothe away Al's disappointment. He felt like he should turn away and not torture himself. Seeing them like that made him realized how strong his feelings for the two of them had become. Mark knew without a doubt that he would do anything for Zack and Al.
"See, Mark is sad too," Zack pointed out to his son.
"Come and sit with us, Mark!" Al invited him.
Mark was going to make an excuse, but then he went over and sat on the steps next to Zack. Al reached over and put his hand on Mark's forearm, connecting the three of them as he leaned back against his dad.
"We'll all sit together, watch the rain, and cry," Zack said.
"We won't cry," Al disagreed.
"We won't?"
Al shook his head.
"Then I guess it's not that bad," Zack concluded.
Al sighed looking comfortable. Mark leaned a little against Zack, and Zack took this as an invitation to put his arm around him. Mark felt so good sitting with them. He was glad it was raining and that no one else was around.
Since the rain didn’t let up, the three of them got settled on the porch chairs. Each of them was munching on a nectarine.
"Let's tell Mark the story of how we got PJ," Zack suggested to help pass the time.
"I’ll tell it," Al volunteered. He told the story in his own rambling way with Zack clarifying his meaning.
Al was little and PJ was even littler when they got her. They found her tangled in some bushes by the convenience store, lost or abandoned. Zack remembered hearing a sad noise and searching for its source. After pushing aside some branches, he saw a little cat face peering at him. They freed her from the bush and fed her some crackers they had just bought. Zack made the mistake of letting Al play with the little, striped cat for too long. When Zack said they would take it to an animal shelter, Al cried.
"But he's ours. We found him." He turned out to be a she, but in every other way Al was right. PJ wasn't theirs yet, but she would be. First Zack wiped Al's tears and his nose. Next, PJ scratched Zack and Al laughed. Then Zack cursed whoever had taught Al the finders keepers rule.
Al did not like the news that they had to take the cat to the vet or "cat doctor" as Zack had explained to Al.
"But why?" Al whined.
"Because I don't want to fill my house with fleas and parasites," Zack told him.
Al didn't understand what this had to do with the cat.
And then they took PJ hom
e to leave hair everywhere and scratch up the furniture.
At bedtime, Al brought the cat into bed with him, and Zack saw that that’s how it was going to be from then on. Al was still adjusting to the fact that PJ was a girl. He also insisted that the cat should sleep in pajamas.
"He can borrow mine," Al said reasonably.
"She," Zack corrected him. "And cats don't need pajamas."
"Yes, they do."
"No. They already have their own pajamas. See the stripey stuff all over her?" Zack ran his fingertips over the cat's fur to show Al.
"You already have PJs on?" Al asked the cat and peered at her face as if he expected an actual answer. There was no answer so Al looked up at his dad. "Daddy, are you sure?" Al asked him, skeptical maybe because the cat wouldn't answer for herself.
"I am sure. I would never let a cat wander around naked." Then Zack had an idea. "Her name can be Pajamas. Cat’s Pajamas."
"PJs?"
"Or just PJ," Zack amended.
"PJ. PJ," Al tried out the name. The cat meowed, and he took that to mean that it was a good name.
That night, the kitten fell asleep right under Al's chin.
Zack had never seen Al so happy as the next morning. It was like Al thought that last night might have been a dream. But there was PJ swiping at the folds of his bedspread. She was real. Seeing her, Al was a crazy, happy little kid. Zack couldn't get him to sit still for breakfast or for anything. Thank God it was Saturday morning, or Zack would have had to call in sick and keep Al home too. He spent all weekend reminding him that they would need to go to work and preschool Monday and leave PJ at home. He still had to drag Al out of the house bodily on Monday. He probably didn't stop talking about his cat the whole day.
PJ was so small then, but she grew so quickly. It hurt Zack to see it. She was only a cat, but Al was growing fast too. So far PJ hadn't grown up to be serious and aloof like some cats, she stayed playful and friendly, for a cat anyway. After Al was asleep, she would sometimes come to watch TV with Zack. If he sprawled on the couch, she would lie on his chest. But she was Al’s cat, without a doubt and only on loan to Zack.
Mark found that it was strange to be alone in his bed again after sleeping with Zack. The rain and wind picked up just after Al went to bed. Zack was worried that the storm might knock out the power. He didn’t want Al to wake up in the darkness with wind and thunder scaring him and find Mark’s bed empty and Zack’s door locked. Mark agreed especially since Al didn’t have PJ with him. He tried to put out of his mind that this was their last night at the beach house. Since he had trouble sleeping, he looked in on Al. The storm didn’t wake him up. Instead of going back to bed, Mark went out onto the porch. The chairs had been stashed inside so they wouldn’t blow away with the wind. The waves were high and loud as they crashed. It was exhilarating.
"You’re a storm junkie," Zack accused him as he came out to join him. He had seen Mark smiling. Mark turned his smiling face to him, and they kissed. Mark put his arm around him and Zack leaned into him. They stood like that for a while and sometimes kissed. When Zack went to check on Al, Mark went to bed. He found that he could sleep now. The storm was dying down. Its sounds were now soothing. And he could still smell the damp scent of Zack’s skin and hair, taste his salty kiss as the wind drove the rain under their shelter.
Chapter 28
The sun was out again the next morning and the storm had made a mess of the beach. Seaweed was everywhere along with other random stuff that washed up. Worried about sharp objects that might have been deposited by the waves, Mark insisted that Al wear his sandals. Zack applauded his caution. The waves were still too high for Al to go swimming so he stood in shallow water and let the big waves splash him. Zack and Mark took turns swimming out briefly. Zack had gone out first, but it was only when Mark took his turn that he realized that the sight of him lost under the crashing waves could be so frightening. Al kept a close eye on Mark as he swam too.
"He’s a really good swimmer, remember?" Zack reminded him.
Al agreed with a nod but never took his eyes off Mark. He must have watched Zack that way too, and he was sorry that he had worried him.
Mark came back in. The rest of the time, Al went exploring through the flotsam and jetsam. As he and Mark kept a close eye on him, Zack became aware of all the worries swirling around between the three of them. It gave him a strange sense of unity. Along with everything else, they worried together.
Zack regretted that he and Mark couldn’t spend their last night at the beach house in his bed. He was surprised that Mark took it so well, but maybe he shouldn’t have been. Though Mark seemed a little crazy in bed, otherwise he was perfectly sensible. Still, Zack wasn’t sure if Mark would expect things to go on the same way at home. Of course Zack didn’t know what to expect either.
After lunch, Zack was planning to get the beach look off his face. He was going to get a shave and a haircut at that little barbershop by the old hotel. That was how he always ended the beach vacation. Al would go with him and get a haircut and a pretend shave. This time Mark was going too. Al had given him that one sloppy shave, but Zack ran his hand over his face, knowing that he didn't look like a million bucks. Which is what Mark did look like. Zack was older but even at Mark's age he wouldn't have been able to compete. Of course he wasn't competing with Mark. He was competing with everyone else who was out there, and Mark could have any of them. For how long would he settle for Zack?
They had their shave and haircut outing. Al walked out of the barbershop both proud and self-conscious of his new haircut. Then he got distracted and forgot all about it. They strolled for a while before getting back to put the house in order. There would be a cleaning lady coming, but Zack wanted to make sure to leave the place presentable. He and Mark straightened and picked up while Al bothered them. At one point he climbed on the couch and then jumped on Zack’s back.
"Al, cleaning is not a contact sport," Zack said as he deposited Al back on the couch.
"It's boring."
"Did you like coming to the beach?" Zack asked him.
Al nodded.
"If we leave the place messy, Yuka’s parents won’t let us come back," Zack said while cupping Al’s face.
"Come and tell me if you see any dust bunnies," Mark said inviting Al to look under the furniture. Al crawled on the floor and spotted dust bunnies for Mark to sweep up and told him when he missed any. With Al busy, Zack and Mark exchanged some looks which hovered between hope, sorrow, and need.
Even with all the little things that needed to be done to distract him, Mark felt an incredible fear gripping him as they were about to leave. He walked through the beach house one final time to make sure they didn’t forget anything. At the door to Zack’s room his jaw clenched. They were leaving paradise, and he was so afraid that this might be the end.
As Mark stepped outside again, Zack and Al called him over for some last minute pictures. They all stood with their backs to the ocean and the sky. Then they took some pictures with the beach house in the background. Zack told him to smile. Mark took some deep breaths, focused on the smell of the sea air. Pushing away his fear, he decided that he wouldn’t let it end and smiled.
Chapter 29
When they arrived back home, Al practically jumped out of the car and rushed in to greet PJ. He hugged her as she pawed at him and licked him.
"It was Dad’s fault we had to leave you," Al told the cat like he was afraid she would blame him.
"She was safer here. We explained this to you," Mark told him, sticking up for Zack.
"She was lonely," Al claimed.
"Well she’s happy now," Zack said as he brought in some of their bags, not liking that he was the villain once again.
For a while they were busy unpacking and catching up with things that went undone while they were on vacation. Their normal lives would resume the next day. Zack just wasn’t sure what that meant now. On the surface, there was nothing different between him and Mark. But soon enou
gh appearances were proven wrong. Their first kiss back home was sudden. Zack felt his mouth on Mark’s again and he moaned. His mind and body agreed that this was something he couldn’t live without. Mark’s arms were around his neck and his waist like a vice, strong, permanent, never letting go. Zack was pulling him closer even though there was no closer.
Zack couldn’t swear who had started it. They were in the kitchen. Al was in his room or the living room. Merely standing in the same room, in the next moment, they were kissing, moaning into each other’s mouths. Afraid he would get hard, Zack let go. He only shook his head. Mark must not have taken it as meaning anything more than "not now" because he wasn’t angry at Zack. Mark turned back to the kitchen counter and continued looking over the work he needed to turn in for his class tomorrow. Zack left him alone without telling him what his no really meant.
After he went to bed, Zack was both relieved and painfully disappointed when Mark didn’t come to him. He wondered if Mark had understood him after all.
In many ways things were the same as before they went on vacation. It was Saturday and Mark and Al had gone to the store. They were back and playing with the dominoes they had bought. Zack loved how Mark was always thinking up fun things to do with Al.
"How many packs did you get?" Zack asked watching them set them up.
"Two packs." Mark looked up at him already knowing what he had in mind.
