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Mark pulled out of the kiss and stared down into his eyes, searching. His hand slowly slid down Chance's body, past his hip and down his thigh, then around back up the tender skin of his inner thigh. The hand stopped between his legs, the fingers pressing at the patch of skin behind Chance's balls and ghosting over his slick hole.

Mark pressed his thumb inside Chance, rubbing slow circles around the muscle and watching Chance's face intently. "If I hurt you, or if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you say so, alright? And if you change your mind at any point, stop me. Are we clear?"

Chance nodded and caressed Mark's neck and face, grinning up at him and bucking against the questing thumb, forcing the digit deeper. It slipped through the ring of muscle and Chance hissed, arching his back and thrashing his head against the pillow, his mouth open with the pleasure.

"
Want you Mark.
I want
you.
"
Chance shifted on
the mattress, trying to roll back over onto his stomach, but Mark stopped him. Mark held him down with his hands on both hips, shaking his head
'
no.
'

Chance whimpered in distress. Was Mark having second thoughts? He couldn
'
t face rejection now, not this close!
"
Please, Mark.
"
He was far too aroused and needy to care about pride or dignity. He
needed,
and he would do whatever it took to get what he needed.
"
Please take me, Mark. Please fuck me.
"

The rest of his plea got cut off as Mark collapsed back on top of him, stealing his breath with a frantic kiss. "Okay, baby, I've got you. But I want to do it like this, okay? Face to face. I need to see you, and it won't be so scary for you if you can see what's happening. Okay, baby?"

Chance nodded frantically, too choked up to reply. He forced his eyes shut, clutching Mark's shoulders and squeezing with his thighs, holding on. Mark kissed him, peppering his face and hair with kisses, massaging his chest and sides.

"Okay, baby, you got me. I'm not going anywhere." Under his soothing attention Chance relaxed his grip, letting his legs falling open. He carded his fingers through Mark's hair, pulling him close for a proper kiss.

Mark opened for him, letting their tongues tangle together, letting the tension ease from both their bodies. When they came up for air Chance opened his eyes again, finding Mark's eyes dreamy and filled with passion again instead of worry.

Mark settled his weight onto one elbow, his hand warm against Chance's ribs while the other skated a sensuous path across Chance's chest, down his stomach and between his legs, pausing briefly to squeeze and roll his balls before slipping between his butt cheeks.

"Yes!" Chance hissed, pulling one leg back and grabbing his thigh, opening himself for Mark's exploration. Mark smiled and echoed him with his own breathy "yes" before pressing two fingers inside him again.

Mark leaned down, taking one of Chance's nipples into his mouth. He sucked in a slow, steady rhythm, matching the pace of his fingers. Chance could only gasp in response, tangling his fingers in Mark's hair and holding on. Every tug on his nipple made his cock jump, and the burn in his ass had morphed from pain into pleasure.

Looking for more, Chance tilted his hips, rocking onto Mark's fingers. Out of nowhere, a sudden wave of intense pleasure washed over him. "Oh, shit! Oh my God, Mark! Oh God, Oh God… Mark. Shit, Mark!" Chance writhed on the bed as Mark continued to push against that same spot inside of him. The urgency of it had Chance leaking pre-come onto his belly, the sticky liquid pooling in the crease between his leg and groin.

"Oh, yeah, there it is." Mark lifted his head from Chance's chest and grinned, watching his face. Chance's balls drew up close to his body, and he felt another climax building just from Mark stretching him.

Before Chance could lose it completely, Mark pulled his fingers away, massaging the trembling muscles on Chance's thigh. "Mark!" Chance sobbed, unable to hold back with his entire body shaking with need. Now it was his turn to whimper with the frustration of a denied climax, his arousal painful and his need more acute than he could ever remember.

Mark reached across the bed, grabbing an extra pillow. "Lift up your hips for me."

Chance complied, feeling ridiculous and trying not to laugh at the position he found himself in. The mirth disappeared, replaced by wanton lust when Mark pressed pushed three slick fingers into him, twisting them slowly and pumping in and out a few more times.

Pulling his fingers free again, Mark drizzled lube into his open palm and quickly coated his covered cock. "Remember, you tell me if you want me to stop, all right? For any reason. You just say the word, and I'll stop."

Mark waited for Chance to nod before reaching between their bodies and positioning himself at Chance's opening. He settled his weight onto both arms, bracing them on either side of Chance's body. Chance grabbed those strong arms, tensing as he felt Mark's sex pressing against him.

"Relax, baby," Mark urged, bending forward to brush his mouth against Chance's in a reassuring kiss. "Push out and breathe," he whispered. "Breathe."

Chance pushed out, and he felt the head of Mark's cock slip past the ring of muscle and into him. Digging his fingers into Mark's arms, he struggled to relax, his ass tightening and releasing around Mark spasmodically. The intrusion felt strange, unfamiliar, and slightly painful. Chance closed his eyes, trying to calm down and enjoy the new experience.

Mark didn't move, didn't try to push for more or pull out. He just waited, giving Chance the opportunity to adjust and decide what he wanted. As his body adjusted, Chance settled down. He took a few more deep breaths and swallowed a few times before opening his eyes. He grinned at Mark and raised his head enough so he could see where he and Mark were joined. "Wow."

Mark laughed, his whole body shaking, and it felt amazing. Chance dropped his head back onto the pillow, gasping.

"You ready for more?" Mark asked.

Chance tried to answer, but mouth and vocal cords weren't cooperating. Luckily, Mark seemed to understand, and he slowly rocked his hips, pulling out slightly and then pushing back in, going a little deeper each time. The stretching and the burn quickly went from uncomfortable to intensely pleasurable. When Mark finally bottomed out, Chance was quaking with excitement.

But Mark stopped and didn't move.

Chance groaned, circling his hips in frustration. "God, Mark! More! Please, move!"

"Hell, yes." Mark hissed, rocking his hips back, almost pulling out of Chance's body before pausing, and then snapping his hips forward and entering him again in one quick, smooth movement.

Chance gasped and threw his head back, his eyes rolling and his throat working as he struggled not to come.

"Oh, God, Chance…" Mark pressed his face into the curve of Chance's neck, kissing and sucking and making Chance's head spin. After a few thrusts, Chance regained his control enough to recognize the rhythm Mark had set. He tried to match it, tried to give back by rocking his own hips up to meet Mark's thrusts.

The heat of Mark's breath left Chance's neck and the thrusts became more forceful. Mark was hitting Chance's prostate with every stroke, and the assault was incredible, far more intense than Chance would have ever imagined. The fiery tingle of an impending orgasm pooling at the base of his spine caught Chance by surprise. He cried out Mark's name, forcing his eyes open and staring up at Mark, their eyes meeting, both wide with shock. Chance clung to Mark, his seed spraying between their bodies without either of them even touching his erection.

Mark froze above him, his eyes darting between Chance's face and groin, surprise clearly written on his face. Soon after, however, the surprise was replaced with the dark flush of need. Mark reared back onto his knees, roughly pulling Chance's ass up onto his thighs.

In the aftermath of his orgasm Chance went boneless, sinking back into the mattress, fully relaxed. He felt Mark's hands slide around his hips, grasping his ass, and the feral look in Mark's eyes made Chance's pulse pick up again. Mark tilted him up, holding his hips a few feet off the mattress with his thumbs across Chance's hip bones and his fingers digging into his ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

Then, Mark began pounding into him with brutal force. Chance slid up the mattress, nearly reaching the headboard before Mark tightened his grip and yanked him back onto his cock. In an effort to help, Chance threw his hands up over his head, bracing against the headboard and wrapping his legs tight around Mark's waist, urging him on.

A few more frantic thrusts and Mark froze, his body going tight and his face relaxing into total ecstasy. Chance choked back tears when he felt Mark come inside him. It was the most extraordinary thing he had ever felt. His body ached in the most delicious way from Mark's rough handling, but it didn't hurt enough to distract him from the look of pure pleasure on Mark's face. Chance had never seen anything so beautiful.

The tension left Mark's body and Chance relaxed, closing his eyes and allowing his legs to fall away from Mark's waist. Mark slowly lowered Chance's hips back onto the mattress, pushing the pillow out of the way and following him down. Sprawling on top of Chance, kissing his chest, then his neck, Mark worked his way up to Chance's face.

Chance sighed, enjoying the weight on top of him and the rhythm of Mark's heartbeat drumming against his chest. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around Mark's shoulders, his fingers sliding along the sweat-drenched muscles. Chance had never experienced such a perfect moment, and the sudden tension in Mark's body when his lips finally slid against Chance's cheek startled him into opening his eyes.

Mark brushed Chance
'
s cheek with trembling fingers and grimaced.
"
Damn, Chance.
"
He rolled off and settled on the mattress beside him, running his hands over Chance
'
s body. Chance blinked in confusion and a tear f
e
ll onto his already damp cheeks. Embarrassed, Chance threw his arm over his face. He was crying?
Shit!

"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.