Platonic (20 page)

Daniel chuckles and arches his back a little as he slips his mouth halfway down in a tease and then back and off. His voice is scratchy when he speaks, and he completely ignores what Mark has just said: “You should shut up and come.”

Mark laughs and his hips angle forward again, dick sliding across Daniel’s smiling lips. “Over so soon,” he laments, as his eyes skip over Daniel’s face and his spare hand grasps more tightly at the counter.

“Wanna taste you,” is all Daniel says, and then sinks down again, his hands shifting from Mark’s hips, letting him move into his mouth. Nails down Mark’s thighs, fingertips teasing across Mark’s balls from behind, feeling him out and making him moan, Daniel keeps working his mouth over him. He swallows hard and sucks and his eyes have started to water to the point where there are tears on his cheeks but he seems to love this, to gain pleasure from the stretch of his lips and the tightness of his throat, and it’s so fucking hot to watch. Daniel looks wrecked and undone, and as he traces a cheekbone with his thumb, Mark realizes that he has never seen him anything like this and that his fantasies would never have been good enough. Not when the real thing is this fucking hot.

Mark calls his name and pulls his hair, and Daniel slides off again, and now he’s the one to beg, voice rasping. “Wanna remember what you taste like.”

This makes Mark bury both hands in Daniel’s hair and pull his mouth back down onto his cock. Just for a second. And then Mark’s hands are gone and he splutters as Daniel coughs and wipes the back of his hand over his lips. “Sorry, shit, you can’t say things like that and—”

Daniel coughs again, licks his lips and grins. “You can fuck my mouth,” he says, the faintest blush rising in his cheeks. “I like it,” he reassures.

“I really…” Mark strokes down the side of Daniel’s face, fingers tracing his lips, and he watches with wide eyes as Daniel turns his face to the touch and licks the pad of Mark’s thumb. “You’re amazing,” Mark breathes.

Both hands shift to Daniel’s face, slow and careful, and the needy begging in Daniel’s eyes makes it clear that what he wants right now is to watch Mark come apart. He kisses at the head of Mark’s cock, swirling his tongue around and sucking lightly at the underside. “Just make sure I taste it when you come,” he says.

Mark nods as though he understands and he thinks he does. He can imagine how unreal this feels for Daniel because he feels it too, wants every sense consumed and overcome right now because it was a fantasy yesterday and God knows what it’ll be tomorrow.

Daniel wants to feel it, and Mark will make sure he does. He stares down at Daniel, debauched and wrecked and perfect. His hands tighten in Daniel’s hair and he stalls, sliding just the tip of his cock across Daniel’s tongue and watching.

Daniel just stares up, still and breathing evenly through his nose, eyes holding a challenge, his hair messed and sweaty beneath Mark’s touch.

“Daniel,” Mark whimpers and then shifts slowly, easily, all the way forward, watching the way Daniel’s breath stutters and stops, watching his lips tighten around the girth of Mark’s cock and his cheeks hollow as he sucks. It feels too good, way, way too good, and Mark wishes he had the willpower to hold out but he doesn’t and he’s going to come, from this, across Daniel’s tongue, and then spend as long as he possibly can paying Daniel back.

He watches Daniel’s eyes glaze over and his throat work through a swallow that Mark feels to his very core. Then he shifts his hips back, eyes fluttering shut at the hot drag of Daniel’s throat and mouth over his cock.

He fucks back into Daniel’s open throat, deep and then deeper still, pulling Daniel forward onto him, feeling where Daniel’s nose presses into the hair at the base of his cock. This time when he pulls back, Daniel moans.

Again and again and it feels too tight and hot and wet to last much longer. Better than anything, Mark thinks, and his head swims. His skin is tense, and it feels as if his spine could come apart at any moment and Daniel just takes it so,
so
beautifully
.

His balls are tight and ache every time they slap against the bite of Daniel’s stubbled chin, and his muscles threaten to cramp. Mark would warn Daniel, would say something other than his name and a string of profanities, except it’s his hands pulling Daniel’s mouth down, his hips pushing forward and between his lips.

Daniel has no say in the matter. He is wanton, eyes shut and face stained red, moaning when he can find the breath to.

Fuck
.

Mark pulls him down around his cock one more time and holds himself tight, waiting just a little longer, buried and perfect and wishing he could get himself around Daniel right now, drag him in close so they can come together but it is far too late for that. Then he pulls back, lets himself feel every delicious inch of
hot-wet-tight
friction on his way out and forces himself not to push straight back in.

Without thinking, he hooks his thumb into the corner of Daniel’s mouth and between his teeth, holding his lips wide open and curving himself over Daniel so the head of his cock rests against Daniel’s tongue, the throb in his balls and belly making his whole body ache.

“Daniel,” he calls, and waits for Daniel to open his eyes and blink away the moisture and look up at him through wet eyelashes.

Then he’s coming, his hand going around the base of his own cock to work himself through it; he spills white across Daniel’s tongue and down his throat, his hips stuttering as Daniel automatically closes his lips around Mark’s cock and thumb to suck. Mark’s cock slips free as he gasps and pants, hips jerking. He comes in a streak across Daniel’s lips and his own hand where it’s now pressed around Daniel’s chin.

Then he’s back inside Daniel’s mouth, Daniel’s lips closed and tight and hot and sucking, working him through it but not letting him in deep, flicking his tongue around Mark’s head and licking at the slit, over and over and swallowing hard on the taste. Just when Mark feels his legs start to give out, the aftershocks too much and his whole world swimming before his eyes, Daniel grabs his ass and pulls him forward, deep into his throat, and swallows again.

“Fuck,” Mark shouts as he stumbles the few inches back into the kitchen counter, his weight sagging there as his cock slides from Daniel’s lips with an obscene, wet sound and he sees, from the corner of his eye, Daniel lick his lips and grin.

Mark’s head falls back and he moans again, simply because he can. His eyes slide shut, his whole body feels boneless and wonderful and he wants to curl up against something warm and sleep but oh, God he wants more. He wants everything he can get, and down at his knees, Daniel, he knows, is smirking and watching him—all of him—and is caressing him, fingers in swirls up and down the skin of Mark’s thighs.

He stays this way until he can feel his toes again and then he blinks his eyes open and looks down. Daniel is looking back at him, disheveled, mouth fucked raw, grinning hard with bright red lips and come still on his chin. He looks utterly perfect.

Mark pulls him up and against his body to get them close again, fumbling and almost falling; his cock twitches painfully at the friction of Daniel’s belly and he can feel Daniel deliciously hard against his thigh. Then he kisses him and the rest of his body just melts away in hard, possessive kisses that he never wants to end, even as he reels and fights for breath and air. He pushes his tongue into Daniel’s mouth even as Daniel gasps and laughs and kisses him back, trying to keep up. Mark tastes himself and Daniel and sweat and can’t stop himself from holding Daniel’s face in his hands as he kisses across his cheekbones and back to his lips, sucking on one and then the other and delighting in the way Daniel rocks into him.

Daniel mumbles, “Mark,” like a plea, and Mark takes long enough to look at him, to skate his thumb through the cooling drip of smeared come on his chin and into his mouth. Daniel moans around it and kisses him once more.

“That was amazing,” Mark says into his mouth. “You’re amazing.” Daniel’s mouth slides down the column of his throat and begins to work another mark there. He is content to wait for Mark to get his breath back. “God, I wanted to do more than that.”

Daniel’s teeth nip hard enough to sting as he laughs into Mark’s skin.

“Seriously, I never wanted that to end and I wanted…” Mark can’t think like this, so he pulls Daniel off and stutters as Daniel stares at his neck, “I wanted more than that. I wanted everything.”

Daniel laughs at him and ducks his eyes and kisses his sternum. They’re both thinking that if they do this right, tonight could go for hours and Mark will fight the pull of sleep and cuddling for as long as he can. Daniel seems stuck in a dream for several seconds, his eyes unfocused and hips twitching just slightly where they’re pressed to Mark’s. Then he seems to remember himself and starts to kiss Mark’s clavicle, then lower, over the curve of his chest, the hair tickling his lips and making him giggle. “I thought I did pretty well,” he says.

“Oh my God, Dan, you were amazing. You… I… I have never,
ever,
come like that.” He’s earnest, but then he gets that Daniel is teasing him and wonders with a sucked-down breath if it’s the alcohol or the decade of waiting or Daniel himself that’s making him babble. “Fuck off,” he mumbles when Daniel smirks at him, eyes twinkling.

“I don’t remember you swearing this much, Mark.” Daniel says, voice low and throaty as he arches a scandalized eyebrow, but he can’t stop the quirk of his lips that betrays just how much he loves it.

Mark attempts to glare and tries to get his fingers working well enough to trace patterns up Daniel’s side and across his belly. “Yeah?” Mark swallows, chasing and finally finding focus again.
Now it’s Daniel’s turn.
He shifts his hand flat across Daniel’s belly and down around Daniel’s cock with slow deliberation, watching Daniel’s face as he does it. “I don’t remember you ever asking me to fuck your mouth.”

“I like it,” Daniel whispers, face already tinging red again, eyes closed, hips rocking into the barely there touch of Mark’s hand.

“I know,” Mark says, giving Daniel’s cock a squeeze. “Jesus, Daniel.”

“I’m not quite as shy as I used to be,” Daniel states, watching between them where Mark has started a slow stroke up and down his dick.

“Neither am I,” Mark says without thinking.

“Oh?” Daniel tempts, making Mark look up and fix him with a steady gaze.

“Yeah,” Mark mumbles, and with aching clarity he suddenly knows
exactly
what he wants. He kisses Daniel hard, once, letting him fall heavily against his chest and moan into his mouth. “You wanna come?” Mark asks.

CHAPTER 11

Daniel smirks at Mark with a raised eyebrow and fresh color in his cheeks.

One hand splayed across Daniel’s waist, Mark pushes him back. Then he crouches at Daniel’s feet and slides his hand from Daniel’s cock, placing one quick kiss and a scratch of his teeth at Daniel’s hip on the way. He unlaces Daniel’s shoes and helps him toe them off, relishing the weight when Daniel leans on his shoulder for balance. The shoes off, he slips Daniel’s briefs down his legs and helps him step out of the material pooled at his feet. He tugs one sock off at a time.

Now he’s back on his feet, kissing Daniel and feeling him sway, oh so naked, against him. It’s all too easy, with Daniel’s arms looped behind his neck and his own hands on Daniel’s hips, to walk him back. As they move farther, they stop kissing on the mouth and begin kissing each other’s skin wherever and whenever it’s close enough; Mark’s eyes flicker around the room, watching where they’re going.

“Bed?” Daniel asks, his eyes still closed, sounding hopeful.

“Nope,” Mark says, and his hands tighten on Daniel’s hips, fingers digging in as he lifts him, making him gasp and squeal and then dissolve into giggles as Mark pushes Daniel’s naked ass back across the smooth wood of the table where they just ate.

“Mark, what—”

Mark cuts him off with another kiss, hungry and desperate again at just the idea of what he might be allowed to do. His hands find Daniel’s thighs and spread them, and he steps between Daniel’s legs, presses his half-hard cock up against Daniel’s entirely hard one and feels Daniel arch and mewl into his mouth.

He kisses him until they’re both breathless and Daniel’s hips rock against his recklessly. Then Mark pushes him back and watches his eyes flutter open. “Lie back,” he says, his hands smoothing down Daniel’s chest to his stomach, pushing lightly.

Daniel hesitates for just a moment, clearly wondering what Mark will do and how he’ll do it and whether he himself should just take back control and demand. But he leans back and waits, his shoulders against the cold wood, his sweat-slick skin exposed and cooling.

He doesn’t say anything when Mark’s hands grip tighter on his thighs, pulling his legs open wider; Mark is looking at him with dark eyes and a small smile, his gaze moving up and over him as his thumbs inch higher into the creases where Daniel’s legs meet his torso.

“Up,” Mark tells him, leaving little room for argument when he slips his hands under Daniel’s legs, pulling him back down the table so his ass hangs off the edge, then pushing his legs back and over him, folding him in half and not hesitating for a moment to let Daniel think about it.

Daniel’s legs are wide open and high over his head and Mark holds them there while he stares down at Daniel’s cock, red and dribbling pre-come across his abdomen, and his ass, completely on display.

It’s terrifyingly intimate, but Daniel just keeps biting his lip and refusing to look away from Mark, who looks back at him with hungry eyes.

Mark’s brow slowly knits together and his lips tug up in a half-smile. “You um…” He trails off, looking abashed.

“What?” Daniel asks, just a sliver of panic inching into his voice.

“You bleach?”

Daniel chokes off a laugh or a groan; he’s not sure which. “Yeah, just… recently.” He stares down at his body, and it’s clear from the way his thighs tense that he wants to slam his legs shut, but Mark’s fingertips are still feather-light against him. “I mean, it was just a thing everyone was doing and I thought—”