by Riley Knight
To his surprise, Scott gave a soft moan, and Mark felt the other man’s hips rise up against him. A smirk teased at the edges of Mark’s lips. Scott was hard. He could swear to it, he could even feel the heat radiating off of him.
This man was not straight.
Mark felt like he’d known it on some level for quite a while. From the very first time that he’d caught Scott looking at him with hunger in his eyes. He’d brushed it off, sure, but even then, he’d known.
After kissing him, though, after feeling Scott melt for him, after hearing the delicious little moans that Mark was pretty sure that Scott didn’t even know he was making, he was positive.
“I can tell you’re hard for me,” Mark said, his voice very quiet, very deliberately intimate. “If I raised my hand just a tiny bit more, I bet I could feel you. And I bet you’d like it, too.”
Scott shuddered, and when they stopped at a red light, he turned to flash eyes that burned hot with desire toward Mark, eyes intense enough that it made Mark’s breath catch in his lungs.
“We’re stopped now,” Scott murmured, and his voice was always so damn sexy, but when he was aroused, it dropped down even lower. “Why don’t you find out?”
A clearer invitation wouldn’t really be possible. Scott wanted this, Scott was ready for it, and that was all that Mark needed. He let his hand slip up those last few inches, and then the hot fullness of that swollen cock was pressed into his hand.
And God was Scott hard. Scott must be aching just as much as Mark was, pressed against his jeans, aching for release. Just a few more seconds, a little bit more teasing from either of them, and Mark wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t just get Scott to pull over the car and then they could see if they were too old to screw in the back seat of a car. It had been a good ten years, at least, since Mark had last done that, but he was willing to try.
“How far is your home?” Mark whispered, toying with Scott’s cock in his pants. He found the tip of it and felt a faint, warm dampness. precome. Scott was aroused enough that he was actually leaking through his pants for Mark. “Tell me it’s close.”
If not, he wasn’t sure that he would be able to control himself much longer. It was already a near thing when all that he really wanted was to slip those jeans open and feel that silken heat bare against his palm.
“Less than five minutes,” Scott breathed, and Mark nodded, somewhat reluctant but he accepted it. When the light changed, he even pulled his hand away from Scott’s crotch so that the man could focus on driving.
When they got to the other man’s house, though, he already knew that, once he got started, he was not going to be able to make himself stop. Scott was going to be his, and if Mark had his way, he was going to keep him up all night.
* * *
Scott lived in a condo, and Mark had to admit, even in his distracted state, that it was a superbly decorated and very beautiful place. In his current state, he would have been happy if they were alone together anywhere at all, but this was a particularly lovely place.
Though it seemed particularly sterile to him, in all honesty. More like a show home than someplace that anyone lived. Still, it was probably better than the cramped backseat of a car, and he’d been more than happy to have Scott there. Or anywhere, really.
He wasn’t going to be picky, and that was pretty strange, considering that he was usually pretty uninterested. Not in sex itself, but in the baggage that went along with it so often.
Mark turned to look at Scott, drinking in every detail of his beautiful body, gorgeous face, even to the thoughtful look in his eyes. He’d meant to ask some questions. Like where this was going? Like where the limits were? But the moment that he saw Scott gazing at him like that, he found that all of the words just evaporated from his head.
Well, almost all of them. There were three that stayed.
God, he’s gorgeous.
Just like that, they moved together. Like they both knew what was going to happen, and they both wanted it. They kissed, and it was somehow both simple and complex, deeply intense and sexy and so damn perfect. Mark liked complicated. He liked interesting.
Scott was both.
“Show me your room,” Mark murmured. His voice was deep, he noted, slightly hoarse with the most intense arousal that he could remember feeling in years. Maybe ever.
Scott grinned at him, his eyes sparkling and crinkling around the edges. Scott had the sort of smile that lit up his whole face. He didn’t hold anything back, and that was something that Mark, who did, had to admire.
“Follow me,” Scott murmured, and as he turned around, Mark eyed the firm, round curve of his ass and smirked to himself.
“My pleasure,” he shot back, and Scott led the way through the exquisite apartment to an enormous bed that was dominated by a huge, plush bed. Scott was obviously the sort of man who enjoyed his comforts, and Mark approved. He was the same way.
It was probably the best thing about being rich, actually.
Scott went to the edge of the bed, a slight sway to his hips, and a sinuous curve to his body that let Mark know that the man was aroused. That he needed this, and that his veins sung with the fire of arousal, just as much as Mark’s did.
“Fuck,” Mark whispered, as he went to join him. He reached out and let his fingers slip through that dark, silken hair, tugging just lightly on the soft strands. “You’re so pretty.”
Scott gazed up at him, then suddenly flashed him a wicked grin and gripped Mark by the hips. He tugged sharply, and Mark found himself being pulled down onto the wide, flat, soft surface, landing lightly on his back.
Then Scott was on top of him, and there was no mistaking just how hard he was, not when he was pulled by gravity so that his hips were resting right against Mark’s, their cocks pressed close together.
It was irresistible. Mark shifted himself just a little bit, and his aching dick rubbed against Scott’s, and even that small amount of friction was enough to make delightful shivers of lust go through his whole body.
Scott’s hands settled on Mark’s shoulders, then slid up his neck in a way that was almost intimate and made Mark’s breath hitch and his heart clench sweetly in his chest for a second. Scott leaned down, and their lips met again as their hips moved together.
They were both clothed, but this was already more than Mark would have expected. Even just kissing Scott, touching him, was more than he really could have imagined happening.
The truth was, he’d always had a crush on the man. He’d always found him gorgeous, and he watched his show not because it was brilliant, though it was, nor because it was wickedly funny, though it was that, too, mostly, he watched it because he wanted to see Scott.
Well, he was seeing him, right up in person. He’d like to see a lot more of him, actually, and he slid his hands up under the other man’s shirt and tugged it daringly over his head.
Damn.
Mark had always figured that Scott would be gorgeous naked. He’d always thought that those clothes must be hiding something truly special, but he was finding out just how much he’d underestimated that.
Tight and toned, with broad shoulders and a strong chest, well-muscled arms, and a slender waist, Scott was not a huge man, but he was a ripped one. Mark let out a soft, but heartfelt, little moan, and their grinding got even more desperate as he writhed up against Scott.
His fingers whispered over Scott’s body, worshiping it, touching his smooth, hot skin and toying with his nipples. It had been a long time, maybe, but Mark still remembered how to touch a man
“What do you want?” Mark whispered. Whatever it was, Scott could have it. Mark couldn’t think of anything that he wouldn’t do, not if it brought them both the pleasure that he craved.
How much did Scott even know about what two men did together, anyway? Was it a fair question to ask him? Maybe Mark should go over some of the options with him …
“I want you,” Scott said, while Mark was thinking that out. “I want to fuck you, beautiful.�
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Beautiful. And God. Scott wanted to fuck him. Those weren’t things that straight men would usually say, or want. His instincts had told him that Scott wasn’t straight, and he would say that he had some pretty good confirmation of that.
“I need …” Mark took a deep breath, fighting off some pretty intense urges. Wouldn’t it be just perfect to strip them both off completely and then pull Scott down until his cock sunk deep inside Mark’s eager, needy body? “Lube. We need lube and condoms.”
Scott nodded and produced both items from a table beside the bed. Thank God. He would have hated it if they’d had to break this off to go get the necessary supplies.
“Do you know how …?” Mark started, but Scott pushed him back and flipped open the lid of the bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers, until they glistened with the slippery stuff, and only then did he press a finger delicately over Mark’s heavy, needy balls, over his taint, and down to circle the tight entrance of his body which had been untouched for so long.
It seemed that Scott knew how.
Mark lay back, propped up on his elbows, as he got to watch the distinctly erotic sight of this beautiful man as he slid a lubed up finger inside Mark. He moved slowly, but deliberately, and Mark whimpered as he was breached, as he felt that slight, tiny little sting and the sensation of being stretched, of being full.
Scott was so careful, though, that there was nothing like pain. In fact, it was only a few seconds until Mark felt like that fullness wasn’t enough, and he spread his legs wider as he pressed his hips up toward the other man’s hands.
“More,” he said, aware that he was begging, but not really caring. He’d happily beg if it got him what he wanted. “More, baby, more, please.”
He should probably be more careful about what he called the man, but the word, baby, the term of endearment, just slipped out.
Luckily, Scott didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he smiled slightly while his finger worked inside him. Even better, he slipped another finger in, and once more, Mark felt that stretch, that sense of fullness.
For a while, it was enough. Not for long. Soon enough, Mark was moaning and whimpering, his cock leaking all over itself like he might explode then and there. Scott moved his hand just right, and his fingertips brushed over Mark’s prostate, and he swore that, for a second, he literally saw stars.
“Now, fuck, now, Scott, now,” Mark insisted, babbling and aware of it and not even caring. He needed more stimulation to his prostate and the only thing that would do that the way that he needed was to have that gorgeous cock deep inside him. He’d felt how thick it was when they were grinding, and he needed it.
“Bossy,” Scott teased, but he was, thankfully, sliding a condom on and slicking more lube onto his cock with his free hand while the other continued to torment him so perfectly. He was going to get what he wanted, Mark knew it, but Scott was making him crazy by the way that he made him wait.
Mark squirmed, and it was all taking too long, damn it. His body clenched around those fingers, desperate to draw them further inside, and he thrust his hips up to try to get them deeper.
“Fuck! Scott, now, I swear to God,” Mark panted, and Scott, damn him, had the nerve to chuckle in a distinctly sexy way that only made more of that eager heat bloom in Mark’s body.
“I think I like it when you beg for me,” Scott whispered, and Mark probably would have had a smartass comment about that. But that was the exact moment that Scott chose to finally slip down between Mark’s legs, which he’d flung wide open, and pressed the tip of his sheathed cock between the cheeks of Mark’s ass.
“Now,” Mark said, repeating himself. He strained upward, almost trying to impale himself, and Scott gave a soft little hiss, a sign that he wanted this just as bad as Mark did, despite all of his teasing.
“Now,” Scott agreed, and then, in one smooth, exquisite, slick, perfect stroke, Scott sheathed himself in Mark’s ass all the way to the hilt, just like he’d needed.
Scott was thicker than Mark had known, but he’d also prepared Mark well. There was still no pain. Mark was slick and ready for him, and the only thing he felt when he was taken was satisfaction, deep and shuddering and shivery. Immediately, he started to move under Scott, gripping the other man’s bare ass and pulling him as though he could somehow take him deeper.
Scott’s hands grabbed Mark behind the knees, and he pulled Mark’s legs up and out of the way, which only made him sink deeper inside Mark’s willingly body. Holding him down like that, pinning him, really, with his own legs, Scott drove inside Mark, each and every thrust stimulating his prostate in the best way possible.
“Oh fuck,” Mark whispered, looking into Scott’s eyes, which were practically shimmering with the man’s own pleasure and lust. Mark raised his hips, and Scott pushed deep, and together, they fell into a perfect rhythm.
Almost like they were meant to do this. Though that was a ridiculous thought, and later, he’d chide himself for it. At that moment, however, it felt true, and Mark writhed up toward him.
The orgasm hit him faster and harder than he had experienced ever, at least that he remembered. It seemed to come almost out of nowhere, and with the little bit of warning that Mark had, he felt a little bit sad. He would have liked longer to experience this. Longer to treasure it, to enjoy the rising pleasure.
Who knew if he and Scott would ever do this again? Maybe this was a one-time deal. Scott clearly had some sexuality issues, and if this were the only time he got this, he would have liked to enjoy it more.
His body gave him no choice. The force of the orgasm ripped his breath from him and threatened to steal his very sanity, maybe even his soul. He heard hoarse, desperate noises but was only peripherally aware that they were coming from his own lips.
Scott was moaning, too, the sexiest little noises that only spurred Mark on. Soon enough, just as he felt the hot wash of Scott’s release inside of him, Mark’s whole body convulsed, and fireworks seemed to go off through his whole body as he covered himself in his own fluids.
After it was all over, Mark lay back, panting, trying to figure out just what all of that had meant.
Chapter Five
Scott
Oh, God. This was going to be nothing but trouble, this thing with Mark. Scott could tell that already, he could read it in the other man’s strange eyes. He could read the questions that lurked in the stormy depths of those gray orbs, and he knew that there was a very good chance that he’d made a mistake.
It had been so damn good, though. And Scott had wanted it. He actually couldn’t remember the last time that his body had demanded something of him so urgently. He couldn’t have resisted, he didn’t think.
“You’ve done that before,” Mark said, and Scott sighed softly. Yes, he had been right, it seemed. He’d known that this was going to happen.
“Yes,” Scott admitted quietly. It was nothing but the truth, after all. Now and again, when his passions overwhelmed him, he did things with men. It wasn’t a big deal, but somehow, he got the sense that Mark wasn’t going to see it that way.
“But I heard you call yourself straight,” Mark said. “Were you lying? Are you ashamed of not being straight? What’s going on with that?”
It was just as bad as Scott had figured it would be, this game of twenty questions. He forced himself to draw air into his lungs, to let it out slowly, to stay calm and not let Mark get him all riled up about this.
It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d had to explain this.
“I am straight. Or close enough, anyway.” Scott frowned. This was harder to explain than usual, for some reason. Maybe it was the way that those big gray eyes were looking at him like they didn’t quite believe what he was saying.
“Uh huh,” Mark said, as Scott floundered in confusion. He was straight. He’d figured that out for himself, and the games that he played with men didn’t change that. He’d only intended to fall in love with a woman, to marry her, maybe.
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bsp; Only that had never happened. For the first time, Scott let himself seriously consider why that was. Why, despite the many beautiful, talented, intelligent women that he’d dated, he’d never felt that romantic spark with any of them.
“No, it’s true. It’s just … sometimes I mess around with guys. That doesn’t make me gay.”
Was that the faintest hint of uncertainty in his own voice? He shook his head, trying to clear it. The words that he was saying, they’d always made perfect sense to him. Why not this time?
“Okay,” Mark said slowly, and Scott relaxed just a little bit. “But if that’s true, I only have one question for you.”
Scott eyed Mark, wary. He nodded slowly, indicating that Mark could ask his question, though. He was slightly curious about what it would be, though mostly worried.
Something about those gray eyes seemed to see right through him. It was unnerving. It made Scott question things about himself that he’d never seriously thought to question before.
“What would be so bad about it if you were gay? Or bisexual? Not straight.”
Scott stared at him, his eyes wide. He shook his head, trying to buy time. Trying to figure out what to say, when suddenly he was so full of panic that he could barely think about anything at all.
So he just shook his head, not sure what to say. Not sure that he could force any words through the lump in his throat, anyway. Mark looked at him, and there was a sort of compassion in his eyes, but not a lot of mercy.
Scott knew one thing about Mark already. The man didn’t hold back. Not in anything he did. He didn’t keep himself from saying the hard things, either, Scott had first-hand experience to know that.
“Look, I think you have to think about that,” Mark said quietly, and Scott nodded, beyond relieved that it seemed like Mark wasn’t going to push him more on that. Not right at the moment, anyway, which was something.
