Chapter Forty- One
Chapter
Forty-One
Somehow, Lucas’s sense of urgency had left
him with Mark’s orgasm. He supposed it made a sort of sense—if he
just wanted to get off, he could manage that all by himself. He’d
been going crazy for the last few days because of Mark, because of
wanting him and not being able to have him. Once he’d seen Mark’s
pleasure it had taken the edge off. Sure, Lucas wanted more, but he
didn’t need it.
“Your turn,” Mark said as soon as they were
through the bedroom door. “Strip.”
“Just like that?” Lucas asked with a cocky
grin. “You don’t want to put some music on, have a show?”
Mark blinked owlishly. “Stop giving me
ideas,” he finally muttered.
Lucas reached behind his head and grabbed the
neck of his T-shirt, then pulled it up and off in one smooth
movement. He dropped the fabric on the floor and let his hands fall
to the button of his jeans. “Just pants, or underwear too?”
Mark looked like he wasn’t exactly sure, and
it made Lucas want to kiss him. Then he remembered that he was
allowed to do just that and crossed the space between them in one
stride. Mark was surprised but unresisting as Lucas gripped his
chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted his head for a kiss.
“You don’t have to be in charge,” Lucas whispered, “if you don’t
want to be. I’ve got plenty of ideas to keep us busy for a
while.”
“I’m a bit rusty,” Mark admitted. He gave
Lucas a speculative look. “Do your ideas involve you being
naked?”
“Most of them.”
“Okay then,” Mark said with a smile. “You’re
back in charge. As long as there’s mutual nudity.”
Lucas stepped backward just far enough to
give himself room, and he shucked his jeans and underwear in few
practiced movements. Three years of communal living had erased any
shyness he’d ever had about his body, and less fabric between
himself and Mark was definitely a good thing.
But Mark was staring now, looking not exactly
pleased. Lucas looked down at himself. His cock was bobbing in a
fairly ridiculous way but that was just what hard cocks did.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re…” Mark finally looked up at Lucas’s
face. “I knew you were in good shape. Lord knows Alex has raved
about it enough. But I had no idea you were this…”
Oh. Not really a bad thing, then, although
Mark didn’t seem to think it was good, either. Lucas tried to find
an explanation. “I worked out a lot in jail. There wasn’t much else
to do. And the farm keeps me active.”
“You make me feel like a flabby old man!”
Oh. Lucas stepped a little closer and smiled.
“You’re not flabby. Or old.”
“I’m not…” Mark waved his hand up and down
Lucas’s body. “I’m not that!”
“You keep talking like this and I’m putting
my clothes back on,” Lucas warned. He took another step and wrapped
his hand around his cock, letting his fingers tease along its
length and making sure Mark’s eyes were drawn in that direction.
“Does it look like I’m having trouble getting turned on by your
body?”
Mark stared at Lucas’s erection for a long
moment, then shook his head wordlessly.
“So is there a problem here? You want me to
get dressed?”
Another wordless head shake.
“Okay, then.” Lucas stepped back a little and
surveyed the room. “Boxers off, please.” He waited while Mark
complied shyly with the request and stood still, again
self-consciously cupping his half-hard cock. Lucas moved into his
space. “Mark,” he said softly, and Mark finally met his gaze. “I
like your body, Mark. I knew I would, and I do.” He ran the backs
of his fingers softly over Mark’s collarbone, down along his ribs,
and across to just below his belly button. He turned his hand over
and flattened his palms on the warm white skin, smoothing his way
up to the pink nipples in their little nests of hair.
“Turn around,” he said gently, and Mark did.
Lucas continued his explorations on this side, crouching down to
run his fingers along Mark’s lean thighs and down to his calves. “I
forgot to look for your scar,” he admitted, and then he
straightened and brought his whole body in close to Mark’s. His
cock nestled into its natural home, sliding under Mark’s ass and
nudging at his balls. Lucas hadn’t been lying—he had lots of ideas
for things to do with Mark. But this? This was definitely near the
top of the list. He moved his hips gently, less of a thrust than an
easing forward, and he nestled his chin in over Mark’s shoulder.
“Do you want to do this?” he asked, and moved his hips once
more.
“Not just this?” Mark said breathlessly. “You
mean…”
Lucas had no idea what word Mark would want
to use, so he had to use his own. “I want to fuck you. Is that
okay?”
Mark was nodding before Lucas was done
talking. “Yes,” he said. “I want that. A lot. That sounds
excellent. A good idea. I’d really like…”
Mark stopped babbling when Lucas managed to
lean around far enough for a kiss. “I get it,” he said, then kissed
Mark again. “But it’s been a long time, right? We should go slow?”
Now that he thought about it, Lucas wasn’t sure he wanted to go too
slow. “Do you want to do it the other way around, this time?”
But Mark was finally showing a little
decisiveness. “No. I want you inside me.”
That wasn’t an invitation Lucas was going to
turn down. “Do you have stuff?” He tried not to grin at Mark’s
blank look. Just how far out of the game was the guy? “Condoms?
Lube?” Lucas got a sinking feeling. No, Mark wouldn’t have
supplies. He hadn’t gotten any action since before he’d started
living in this apartment.
But Mark was moving with surprising speed,
leaving the bedroom and heading for…somewhere. Lucas trailed after
him at a distance, and watched as Mark opened the front hall closet
and stretched up to reach a large cardboard box on the top shelf.
“I have some from one of the community centers,” he said proudly.
“They gave me the box to distribute to kids, but then the church
said I shouldn’t do it, but I kept it…” The box fell from the shelf
and Mark caught it easily, then reached inside and pulled out
several small plastic envelopes. He held one up and squinted at it,
then grinned triumphantly at Lucas. “Not past its expiry date!
Still good!”
“Nice,” Lucas said. “We’re stealing sex
supplies from horny children.”
“I’ll pay them back,” Mark promised, and he
dropped the box on the floor after grabbing a few more envelopes
from it. He returned to Lucas’s side and pressed the packages into
his hand.
Lucas looked down at them. “Six,
seven…eight…I don’t want to disappoint you, but—”
“We can save them for later,” Mark said
archly, and headed back to the bedroom.
Lucas trailed along behind him. The condom
interruption had been good, he figured. It had helped him relax a
little, made it easier for him to contemplate the slow, patient
manner in which he’d have to progress. In jail, it hadn’t mattered
much whether someone was new to the game, hadn’t mattered all that
much if the other person was enjoying himself. It had just been
about speed and power and base desires. Lucas had enjoyed that kind
of sex, but it wasn’t what he wanted for Mark. Not at all.
He got back to the bedroom and tossed the
packets on the bedside table. Mark was looking unsure again,
standing by the foot of the bed, his hands back to cupping his
cock. Lucas ignored him for a moment, pulling the comforter and the
top sheet back to the foot of the bed and then smoothing his hands
over the mattress. He knew Mark was watching him and tried to look
as if everything was casual and normal. Nobody needed to be
self-conscious about anything, not here. He straightened and nodded
toward the bed. “Lie down,” he said. “In the middle. On your
back.”
Mark obeyed and Lucas felt something in his
gut tighten pleasingly. Damn, he liked telling Mark what to do.
Lucky for everyone that Mark seemed to like being told.
Lucas climbed up on the bed next to Mark and
stretched out beside him, propped up on one elbow. He ran his free
hand down from Mark’s armpit to his hip and watched the goose bumps
rise under his fingers and subside as he moved on. “I really do
like your skin,” he said quietly. “It’s so soft.”
“And white,” Mark added. “I look like a
ghost.”
“Nah,” Lucas scoffed. He bent over to kiss
Mark’s shoulder and worked his way down to his nipple. Mark’s gasp
suggested that this was a sensitive area so Lucas spent a little
time there, sucking and nipping until Mark’s breath was ragged.
“You like that?” Lucas asked as he kissed his way back up to Mark’s
mouth. His hand found Mark’s cock, hot and hard again.
“You know I do,” Mark said gruffly. They
kissed for a while, nothing complicated, and then Lucas reached
back from Mark’s cock, back past his balls. Mark took a deep breath
and obviously tried to relax but the muscles were still tight under
Lucas’s gently probing fingers.
“We don’t have to—” Lucas started, but Mark
cut him off.
“I want to! I do! I’m just nervous.”
“About what?” Lucas asked casually as he
reached behind him and found one of the little packets. He pulled
it around so Mark could see what he was doing. He didn’t think this
was the time for any smooth seductions. Better to be casual and
matter-of-fact, he hoped. “Do you think it’ll hurt?” He ripped open
the little foil package of lube and smeared a generous dollop onto
his finger. Mark watched the proceedings as if hypnotized, but when
Lucas brought his hand back down Mark lifted his leg a little to
give more room.
“No,” Mark finally said, “I don’t think it’ll
hurt. Or, maybe a little, but that’s okay. I’m fine with that.”
“If it does hurt, tell me and we’ll stop, or
slow down, or whatever you want.” Lucas kissed Mark and slid his
tongue forward at the same time he eased in with his finger. His
tongue made much better progress. “But what else?” he asked, his
finger still playing gently around the opening.
“I guess I just…I want to make it good. I
want to not mess it up, and then I get nervous and that does mess