Play Along

by Mathilde Watson

  "Damn it, baby, you're gonna be black and blue. Fuck!" Mark kissed Chance's bruised hip and then rubbed the arm that hid Chance's face. "I'm sorry, Chance. Did I hurt you bad?"

  "Hurt me? God, no, Mark! That was amazing!" Chance blushed, but met Mark's gaze honestly. "I, uh… imagine I'll be sore tomorrow, but it'll be worth it. I loved every minute of it."

  Mark smiled, sliding his hand restlessly over Chance's hip and thigh. "I left bruises. I'm sorry."

  "I'm not." Chance laughed, slapping Mark's hands away from the darkening splotches. "I'd have been pissed off if you'd stopped."

  Mark visibly relaxed, settling onto the mattress beside him. Chance smiled and rolled onto his side toward Mark, reaching for his new lover… just as Mark rolled away from him and climbed out of the bed.

  "Thank God you're okay. I can't believe I lost control like that." Mark strode across the room and Chance sighed, taking a moment to enjoy the view and watching Mark's naked backside as he went into the bathroom. He sat up, scooting gingerly over to the edge of the bed and hanging his legs over the side. Apparently the night was over, and he needed to get dressed and get out of there before he embarrassed himself.

  He heard the water cut off in the bathroom and Mark came back into the bedroom carrying a damp wash cloth. He stopped in front of Chance and looked down at him with one eyebrow raised. "You aren't running out on me already, are you?"

  Chance smiled and offered a one shouldered shrug. He honestly didn't know what the protocol was for this sort of thing. The idea of one-night stands had never appealed to him before. Chance was a romantic, always looking for Mr Right, and tonight's encounter with Mark confused him. "You want me to stay?"

  The warm, wet cloth slid over Chance's chest and down his stomach, and Mark pushed him back over onto the bed. The rag continued down along Chance's body, wiping his prick clean and slipping between his thighs and butt cheeks. "I do. If you want to. Your parents aren't waiting up for you, are they?"

  Chance chuckled and shook his head. He didn't have a problem with that. He wanted to be with Mark. Tonight, tomorrow… and maybe longer, if Mark was interested. "No, they aren't. Not tonight. I'm all yours."

  "Thank God for that." Mark tossed the cloth over his shoulder and captured Chance's lips, kissing him deeply as he climbed onto the bed.

  Chance pulled the covers back and together they slipped between the sheets, snuggling close. Mark wrapped his arms around Chance, pulling him against his body and tangling their legs together. With a happy sign, Chance stretched his arm across Mark's chest, kissing his shoulder before using it as his pillow. He dozed off with Mark's lips against his ear, his soft breathing lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Friday, July 30, 2010

  Mark squeezed his eyes closed even tighter and tried to hold on to the dream, fighting against the pull of waking up to the sad and lonely reality of his life. He hummed softly at the sweet smell and soft feel of curls under his cheek as he nuzzled closer to his fantasy lover. The long-forgotten sensation of a warm body in his arms was too good to let go, and so he tightened his hold around the slim waist and slid his leg between the other man's thighs. Snuggling closer, Mark's hazy mind finally registered the very real feeling of a hard cock pressed against his lower belly.

  His eyes flew open, revealing another man in his bed, in his arms, and the glorious sight took Mark's breath away. It hadn't been a dream. Memories of the night before came rushing back, and his morning erection throbbed so insistently it bordered on painful. He really had picked up a hot young guy at a bar last night, and the beautiful man had stayed the night.

  Grinning, Mark slid away from the warm body enough to slide down the bed and under the covers, heading south to start the new day the way he'd ended the previous one. Last night had been filled with stolen moments. Taking Chance's virginity had been so tender and raw that it felt as though they were truly making love. It had been so intense that he'd lost control of himself when Chance came. He hadn't felt so alive in a long time, and after waking up with another man in his bed for the first time in well over a year, he wasn't about to lose any opportunity to steal a few more moments.

  Reaching his destination, Mark breathed in the musky scent of Chance's arousal before opening wide and swallowing him all the way down, pressing his nose into the wiry pubic hairs. He chuckled around the mouthful a moment later when Chance's hands fisted in his hair, his hips thrusting against Mark's face while he sucked Chance back to wakefulness. The fingers in his hair loosened and he backed off with a loud pop, grinning up at his young lover's flushed face.

  Chance gazed back with sleepy eyes and continued to run his fingers along Mark's scalp. A slight pressure returned to the base of his neck and those slender hips rose off the bed again, Chance's swollen sex bumping against his cheek. "Fuck, Mark! Don't stop. Please don't stop now."

  "No, not stopping." Mark slowly pulled the tip back into his mouth, tonguing the slit and suckling gently on the flared head. Working the shaft slowly with one hand, he slipped his other hand between Chance's legs. Rolling the younger man's balls between his fingers he tugged gently before pressing his thumb firmly against the tender skin behind them. As he did so Chance let out a startled gasp, his body going rigid for a moment before he began thrusting wildly into Mark's mouth.

  Giving Chance's balls another sharp tug, Mark took his mouth away, postponing the orgasm and earning a sharp cry of protest. Mark chuckled. Payback really was a bitch. "I'm not ready for you to come yet, baby." He reached across the bed, grabbing a condom and the lube. He pretended not to notice the wince that crossed Chance's face when he saw the lube, or the way his ass shifted restlessly against the mattress. He hadn't forgotten that last night was Chance's first time, or how rough he'd been.

  He remembered being sore the morning after his first time too. Nate had taken him hard and fast without any stretching or preparation, just lube and a smile. Neither of them had known any better. Although he had taken the time to prepare Chance, the sex had been hot and powerful. It made sense that Chance would be uneasy.

  But despite all that, Chance didn't protest. He surprised Mark by slowly parting his legs, bending them at the knees and exposing his hole. The muscle was swollen, red and angry, and Mark felt a sharp tug at his heart. Chance smiled at him shyly, offering himself again despite the pain he had to be feeling. God, an offer like that, so generous and loving, would break any man's heart.

  Grinning, Mark snapped open the bottle of lube, drizzling the cool liquid onto his fingers. He leaned down to give Chance a slow, sensual kiss, putting all the unexpected emotions he felt into it before rolling off of Chance and onto his own stomach.

  "Suit up, gorgeous. I'll get myself ready." Mark tossed the condom onto Chance's bare stomach before reaching back and plunging two fingers into his own ass, slicking and stretching himself for Chance's cock.

  Chance drew a sharp breath and scrambled out from under the covers. He crowded behind Mark, his soft hand lightly caressing the curve of his ass. Mark could feel his fingers trembling as they slowly inched closer to the where his own fingers were working.

  "I, uh… Mark? I've never done this before. I'm not… I don't know…" Chance's voice was hesitant, but the pressure on his ass increased, and Chance's fingers bumped against his own, circling Mark's perineum.

  Mark moaned and pushed his ass into Chance's touch. Chance was nervous, but there was desire and excitement in his voice and in the tentative touch. It didn't surprise Mark that Chance had never topped before. He'd suspected as much, and even hoped for it—he wanted to be the one who gave Chance that experience.

  He'd seen the resignation on Chance's face last night, before Mark asked him to stay. They'd agreed to have sex, nothing more, and when it was over Chance probably felt as if he'd been used and was being excused. That was how one-night stands worked, but Mark didn't want things to end like that with Chance. He remembered those feelings from his time with Nate, and Mark want
ed to be sure this kid knew that sex and love didn't have to be like that. It shouldn't be like that.

  He twisted around and looked back over his shoulder at Chance, grinning when he met wide, excited, lust-filled eyes. Mark slipped his fingers out and tilted his ass toward Chance.

  "You've got nothing to worry about. Fucking is all instinct. You want to, right?"

  "I don't want to hurt you." Chance's protest was weak, his hand and eyes never leaving Mark's ass.

  Mark chuckled and pulled his knees up under his stomach, wiggling his ass. "Baby, you aren't going to hurt me. I have bottomed before, and I know what to expect. Your ass is going to hurt more tonight than mine is, no matter what you do to me."

  Chance nodded absently while his fingers pushed between Mark's cheeks, pressing experimentally against Mark's hole. Mark groaned and pushed back. "Want you in me."

  The hand pulled away and Mark heard the crinkle of a condom packet. Grinning, he spread his legs wider and lowered himself onto his elbows, leaving his ass sticking up in the air, open and waiting for Chance.

  Soon Mark felt his lover's warmth move in close behind him and he felt a gentle but insistent pressure against his hole. Mark pushed out and rocked back, allowing the crown of Chance's cock to enter him.

  Chance yelled something unintelligible, grabbing Mark's hips with a tight grip, and slamming himself fully into Mark's waiting body. The onslaught began immediately, with Chance pumping himself fast and hard in and out of Mark's body without a moment's pause. Mark bit his lip and braced himself more firmly against the mattress, careful not to cry out.

  Chance's inexperience showed; he didn't give Mark an opportunity to adjust, and at first it was a little painful. The pain didn't last long though, and a few thrusts later Mark was pushing back into Chance's frantic rhythm. God, how he'd missed this!

  Mark tensed, clamping and releasing his ass muscles around Chance's cock as hard and fast as he could, milking the younger man's dick with his ass. Mark had always preferred to bottom, and the tricks he'd used to drive his partner wild were quickly coming back to him.

  "Oh, shit! Mark! Mark…" Chance began chanting and pumping faster.

  Then Mark felt a sudden weight on his back and Chance's mouth pressing kisses along his spine. An arm wrapped around his chest, clinging to his shoulder while the other hand slid between Mark's legs and grasped his cock.

  It surprised Mark that Chance had the presence of mind to reach around and help him. The care made his heart falter and his dick even harder. Or maybe that was due to how Chance was now bumping Mark's prostate with every thrust.

  "Oh God, Chance!" Mark moaned, pumping frantically between the tight grip around his dick and the hard cock up his ass. He turned to kiss and lick at the fingers of Chance's other hand, and the grip on his shoulder tightened. The wet kisses at the base of his neck became a sharp bite and Mark cried out, cum flooding out of him in dizzying waves.

  Chance stilled behind him, groaning loudly into Mark's ear while his cock swelled in Mark's ass, filling the condom with his release. Chance fell against Mark's back, trembling and panting, and Mark dropped down onto the mattress, carrying Chance with him. They stayed like that, with Chance piled on top of Mark in a sweaty heap, his dick still buried deep in Mark's ass, until their breathing evened.

  Mark began to chuckle. Swinging his arm behind himself, Mark grasped the back of Chance's thigh and squeezed. "You all right back there?"

  He felt Chance shake his head before he rolled off to the side. Mark winced from the sharp pain following the hasty exit. Nate had always finished that way, pulling out quickly and rolling away. Mark never did get used to that. But the thought was banished abruptly by a cool hand sliding down his back, over the curve of his ass and back up to his neck.

  No, this sweet, inexperienced young man was nothing like his former selfish and inconsiderate lover. "Damn, Chance. You've ruined me. I swear I can't move. You wore this old man out."

  Chance dropped his gaze and his face immediately flushed red in an adorable blush. "I didn't last long." He removed the condom and tossed it into the trashcan beside the bed.

  Mark shrugged. "Neither did I."

  Chance rolled back into his arms and smiled down at him, running a hand over his chest and carding his fingers through his chest hair. "And you are not old at all, Mister." Chance kissed him, snaking his hand down Mark's chest and over his belly, down to his groin where Mark's prick stood at half-mast. "An old man couldn't get it up again so fast." Chance's fingers curled around Mark's shaft and Mark groaned, grabbing Chance by the ass and pulling his lean body on top of him, aligning their cocks and pressing their erections together.

  "I haven't been this inspired in over a year, baby. All this excitement will probably give me a heart attack."

  Mark gasped and bucked against Chance while the younger man's tongue slid across his nipple and up to his throat. Chance nipped gently at Mark's chin and continued to torture Mark's sensitive nipple with his fingers as they rocked together slowly.

  "Nonsense. You're what? Thirty-five maybe? You look younger than my father, at least, and I refuse to consider that old."

  Mark laughed and smacked Chance on the ass, startling a surprised yelp out him. "Thank you for pointing out the fact that I'm old enough to be your father!"

  Chance grinned at him, his blue eyes shining with mischief as he spread his legs and straddled Mark's hip, giving him leverage to grind their erections together more forcefully. "So what's the problem, big guy?" He slid his hands between their bodies and wrapped both their cocks together in his palms. "If I remember correctly, you picked me up in a leather bar. You even called me your 'boy,' didn't you? You don't want to be my 'leather daddy'?"

  Chance ended on a gasp, his head thrown back and his mouth open. Mark worked his fingers into the cleft of Chance's ass and brushed his thumb softly over Chance's hole. Chance began writhing on top of him, his hands squeezing them together forcefully while he thrust in a frantic rhythm. A few moments later the movement stopped, Chance moaning out Mark's name while his entire body went taut as a bowstring. The muscles in his face went slack and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but the corded muscles in his neck and chest strained against their limits.

  Watching Chance's face and feeling his warm release against his own cock and belly sent Mark over the edge with him, both of them coming hard and finishing in a hot, sweaty heap. Mark ran his fingers through the tangled mess of Chance's hair, now sticky from a combination of sweat and the gel he'd used to tame it the night before.

  Chance stirred on top of him, sliding carefully off Mark's body and snuggling against his side, his fingers still toying with the hair on Mark's chest. The young man seemingly fascinated by the wiry hairs. Mark smiled and reached over to caress Chance's smooth chest, his fingers slowly circling around one pebbled nipple. "You aren't a boy, Chance. Far from it. Being a man is about standing up for yourself and making your own choices. You don't need a 'daddy' or anyone else to make them for you."

  Chance snorted and rolled over onto his back. "I know. I was only kidding before. The last thing I need in my life is another 'daddy.' The one I've got is more than enough." He squirmed restlessly on the bed, his eyes darting around the room, never stopping long on any one place. Finally he settled and looked back over at Mark. "I… I had a really good time with you, Mark. Thank you."

  The earnest intensity in his gorgeous blue eyes made Mark look away, embarrassed. He felt a strong connection with Chance, and he dreaded the moment they would become strangers again. It was inevitable, though. Hoping for more wasn't realistic. They had two decades and God knew how many miles between them. Mark sighed and shook his head, resigned. "Me too. Thank you."

  He took a deep breath, forcing himself to return to reality. "Why don't you go get cleaned up. I'll call room service and get us something to eat. I imagine we've both got long days ahead of us."

  Mark climbed out of bed and turned back to Chance, holding his hand out to the
other man. Chance took his hand and allowed himself be pulled out of the bed. Mark watched him until the tantalizing sight disappeared behind the bathroom door. Damn. How had he gotten so lucky?

  Chapter Ten

  Chance ambled down the hall toward the elevator, his lips still tingling from the force of Mark's goodbye kiss. It had been the most intense kiss of his life, had felt almost desperate. Chance hit the call button for the elevator and pressed his fingers to his bruised lips, reliving those last few moments in Mark's arms.

  Mark had held him so tightly he could barely breathe, but Chance still hadn't felt close enough. They'd clung to each other for so long that Chance's lungs began to burn and he saw spots before his eyes. Kissing Mark was more important than oxygen, more important than anything else, and Chance never wanted to stop. Eventually, though, they had both broken away, unsteady on their feet and gasping for breath.

  The elevator arrived and the doors slid open with a soft ding. Chance climbed in and hit the button for his floor. He leaned back against the wall and studied himself in the mirror that covered the wall opposite him. He looked completely debauched, and he grinned at the picture he made. His hair was disheveled, his shirt was missing buttons, and it hung open over his torso, exposing countless colorful love bites.

  The elevator stopped at his floor and Chance sighed and climbed out, rubbing at the ache in his chest left by the perfect memories. He'd gone out last night looking for a revenge lay, but instead he'd found the man of his dreams and they'd spent the night making love. Leaving Mark's room and knowing they would never meet again hurt him far worse than witnessing Alex's betrayal last night, and that scared him. How could one brief encounter with a total stranger come to mean so much?