Jason and You Makes Two

A/N: It's me again! lol Hope you're ready for this one.

Big thanx to Lisa for proofing. *hugs*

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Chapter 15

Before Simon had taken two steps toward the bedroom door, he heard Mark call out, "Hug?" He turned to find Mark sitting up in the bed again with his arms stretched out toward him and his red hair mussed around his face and shoulders.

Simon melted on the spot and went back over to wrap his arms around his drunken friend. After all, he was only human and he couldn't resist such a sad face on the person he loves. He held Mark for several painful seconds, not wanting to let go but knowing that he had to. Finally, he built up the strength to pull away, only to be pulled back in again.

He tried to pull away a second time, but Mark held on to his neck tightly with a pitiful whimper and refused to budge. Instead of forcing the issue, Simon eased down to sit on the side of the bed and hugged Mark a little closer before running a soothing hand up and down Mark's back. Even through his shirt, Mark moaned at Simon's touch. The sound went straight to Simon's already-aching cock, and it didn't help matters when Mark pulled back to catch Simon's gaze with a hungry one of his own.

After studying Simon for a second or two, he gave Simon a wistful smile and whispered, "I love you so much."

Those five words stole the breath from Simon's lungs and made his eyes burn but, before he could react or digest what Mark had said, Mark's soft lips were grinding forcefully against his own and a hot tongue was forcing its way into Simon's mouth.

Too shocked at first to react, it took Simon a moment to open to him. As soon as he did, Mark delved inside hungrily as he crawled from beneath the comforter and straddled Simon's lap.

Mark tasted so good - a mixture of beer, liquor, and something distinctly Mark - and Simon quickly became lost in the feel of their tongues dancing together. They ate at one another's lips like each was starving to taste the other. Mark seemed to be everywhere; a quick squeeze to Simon's cock, the rake of his short nails down the cotton of Simon's shirt, the feel of long, lean legs framing his hips as Mark began rubbing their jean covered cocks together.

Simon could sense his control dissolving completely at the feel of Mark's body against his own. Mark wound the fingers of one hand into Simon's hair and the kiss began to get even rougher. Simon was normally a slow and sensual kind of guy in the bedroom and had expected Mark to be much the same way. He was so caught up in keeping up with Mark that he barely noticed when Mark began tugging the shirt from the waistband of his jeans. Even then, he was too far gone to register what it might mean.

A touch of hot fingertips running up the bare skin of his back finally broke Simon out of his trance and he immediately jerked away from the kiss as he grabbed Mark by the shoulders to hold him back.

When morning came, he knew he'd hate himself for stopping Mark's seduction. Hell, he already hated himself and he was still sitting on the side of his bed with damp, kiss-swollen lips and a lap full of hungry, sexy redhead.

"I love you," Mark whimpered when his foggy brain registered Simon's rejection. His emerald green eyes filled with moisture and his sweet face seemed to crumble. It broke Simon's heart to see Mark that way, but he also knew that a sober Mark would never be saying or doing these things, no matter how happy Simon was to hear that Mark felt the same way or how Mark's touch made his heart race. "I NEED you, Simon. Need you so much."

"I love you too, Mark," Simon admitted as he released one of Mark's shoulders to run a calloused finger down his soft cheek, "but we can't do this. You'll hate me when you wake up in the morning and realize…"

"No!" Mark growled, breaking away from Simon's hold to wrap himself around Simon's neck again. "I could never hate you," he whispered as he trailed wet, hot kisses down the side of Simon's neck. "I love you so much. As much as I love Jason."

Simon stiffened at those words. Although he knew that Mark was too drunk to realize what he was saying, they still hurt. Mark paused and pulled away from Simon's neck to look up at him before swallowing hard and blinking his eyes several times, as if fighting back tears again. His confused lover opened his mouth, as if to speak, but Simon just smiled and touched a finger to his soft lips.

"Shhh…It's okay," Simon said in a soothing voice as he melted at the sight. "Everything will be okay." He didn't believe his own words for a second, but he'd tell Mark anything if it would erase the hurt from his eyes.

Mark studied Simon for several heartbeats before shaking his head. "It won't. It can't be. Don't you see? I'm stuck in the middle now. No matter what I do it's going to kill me. Make love to me, Simon. Even if it's just for tonight, I want to know what it feels like to have you buried inside me."

Simon's chest tightened painfully at those words as he met Mark's pleading gaze with indecision. How could he say yes and take the chance of losing Mark? But, then again, how could he say no? This might be his one chance to be with the only man he'd ever loved.

Simon already knew, deep down, that if Mark chose Jason over him, then he'd quickly become a thing of the past. If Jason was as possessive and jealous as Mark claimed, there was no way that the man would put up with Simon hanging around Mark like he had been.

Without warning, Mark pulled his t-shirt over his own head and swooped in again, taking the decision out of Simon's hands as those sweet lips attacked his mouth again with urgency. Just as he opened for Mark, it crossed his mind that maybe this was a good thing. Maybe by taking things to a physical level, he could deepen the emotional bond between himself and Mark before Jason had a chance to interfere.

If he waited to make his move until after Mark had settled things with Jason, Simon knew he'd come out on the losing end. Mark and Jason weren't together now, but Simon knew that Mark wouldn't even consider straying once the lovers were officially reunited. That just wasn't Mark's style.

Mark's hand began making a trek up Simon's back again and he let it happen this time. He was through trying to fight it. He was tired of waiting for what he wanted…Tired of waiting to be with Mark. Mark deserved better than what Jason could give him and Simon was determined to make Mark his before Jason even knew he was a threat.

By the time Mark had pulled Simon's shirt over his head, Simon's doubts and indecision were long gone. To Hell with Jason. He'd already had his chance to make Mark happy - five years worth of chances. It was someone else's turn now. It was Simon's turn, and he'd fight tooth and nail to keep the man he loved.

As his shirt floated to the floor, Simon grabbed Mark around the waist and rolled them both over in the bed until he was lying on top of his soon-to-be lover. Then he ground his cock against Mark's as he slowly devoured the redhead's sweet lips with every ounce of his pent up passion.

Mark moaned into his mouth as his hands slipped between them and began fumbling with the button of Simon's jeans. Simon propped himself up on one elbow and reached down to return the favor as he sucked at Mark's lips and tongue. Finally he gave up, and with a grunt of impatience, jumped up and shed his jeans and underwear before crawling back up on the bed and quickly removing Mark's as well.

A tiny gasp of pleasure escaped Mark's kiss-swollen lips as his hard cock was exposed to the cooler air of the room and Simon moaned with anticipation, admiring the ruddy, purple color of Mark's swollen crown as he tossed Mark's jeans onto the floor.

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Simon lay down beside Mark and pulled him closer to capture his lips in a breathtaking kiss. While their tongues danced, Mark felt Simon's hand slide down his tingling body to wrap his steely shaft into those long, calloused fingers. When Simon began working the satiny skin up and down his length, Mark made a contented sound as he sucked Simon's tongue deeper into his mouth and began thrusting into his lover's tight grip.

So far, it was everything Mark had been dreaming of and more. After so many long, hard nights filled with dream after dream of being with Simon this way, the feel of Simon's hands on his skin, the tastes, the smells…To suddenly have that was wonderful and a little overwhelming. It was all Mark could do not to give in to the urge to come.

Although still tipsy, Mark wasn't nearly as drunk now as Simon thought he was, but Simon didn't need to know that. Although he'd been out of it by the time they'd left the bar, the room had stopped spinning now, for the most part, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

The liquor had only given him the courage he needed to take what he wanted for once instead of worrying about what was best for everyone else. What Mark needed right now was to be loved, to be touched, to be with Simon. Mark hadn't lied earlier. He was so tired. So lonely.

Not that just anyone would do. Not at all. It had to be Simon. Mark didn't sleep around but, in this case, he couldn't help himself any longer. He just loved Simon too much not to give in.

That in mind, Mark reached down to pull Simon's hand from his cock before he embarrassed himself. Then he surprised Simon by pushing the bigger man over onto his back before quickly climbing on top of him and taking control of the kiss. Simon's lips felt right, like they were made to kiss him and him alone.

Mark devoured them, memorizing their shape and texture with his tongue before delving back in and exploring every inch of his lover's mouth again. Only then did he pull away to trail hot kisses across Simon's stubble-roughened cheek and down to suckle his fuzzy earlobe.

"Where's the lube?" he breathed into Simon's ear before running his tongue around the outer shell and nipping at the soft patch of skin just behind it.

Simon moaned softly, a deep, rumbling sound, before reaching across to the bedside table and jerking the drawer open. His would-be lover was obviously overexcited because he tugged so hard that the entire drawer fell onto the floor, its contents scattering across the carpet beside the bed.

"Shit!" Simon grumbled as he started to sit up, but Mark pushed him back down with a giggle.

"Somebody's in a hurry," he whispered teasingly against Simon's cheek before crawling to the edge and leaning over to snatch the lube and grab one of the scattered condoms.

"You have no idea how good you look in that position," Simon said in a hungry tone as he smoothed a large hand over the skin of Mark's hind end. Mark couldn't stop another laugh at the picture he had to be making with butt up in the air.

When he tried to get his upper body back onto the bed, Mark lost his balance and he nearly ate carpet. It was at that point Mark realized that maybe he was still a little more lit than he'd thought earlier. Simon quickly caught him around the waist before Mark landed face first on the floor and dragged him back up as they both laughed at Mark's predicament.

As soon as he landed on his back on the bed, Mark grinned at the amused light in Simon's blue eyes and reached up to pull him in for another kiss. He took the opportunity to reach down and get a good feel of that big, hard cock he'd glimpsed earlier. He'd never taken one that size, but he had a few dildos that were pretty close.

A pained hiss escaped Simon at the feel of Mark's hand on him. "Better stop that, babe, or I'll shoot in your hand."

Not wanting to risk that, Mark quickly let go and ran his hands back up Simon's body to trace his fingers across the tight muscles shifting and bulging with each of Simon's movements. Although Jason was taller than Simon, he'd never been built like Simon was, nor did he have as much hair on his chest. Feeling so much raw power under his hands made Mark feel both safe and unbelievably hot at the same time, in a way he'd never felt with Jason.

The pop of the lube bottle was quickly followed by the tap of a big hand at Mark's hip. The sudden spark of anticipation that rushed through Mark's body quickly ripped him from his thoughts. "Want me to roll over?" Mark asked breathlessly, his head starting to spin again as his heart raced and his cock hardened even more.

Simon shook his head. "Lift your legs; I want to see your face while I make love to you." Simon's words were spoken just as breathlessly as he stared down into Mark's eyes with an intensity that made him ache.

Without another word, Mark lifted his legs to his chest and opened up to his lover. He was a little nervous since he hadn't been with anyone but Jason in so long, but he had a feeling that there wasn't much he could do to mess this up for Simon. In Mark's heart, he knew this really had nothing to do with sex. He also knew that, no matter how things ended, he would never regret what they were about to do.

"Please," Mark moaned when Simon hesitated at his entrance, tracing one rough fingertip around Mark's puckered skin like he was having second thoughts.

Seconds later his lips were engulfed in a searing kiss as Simon's thick finger worked its way into his body. It stung for a split second, but Mark barely noticed as Simon worked his way down Mark's neck to nibble at the spot where it met his shoulder.

"So hot and tight," Simon murmured as he twisted the finger inside Mark's hole and moved his lips even lower to lap roughly at Mark's pebbled nibble with his tongue. It was enough to send fire shooting straight to Mark's groin.

"Oh, yeah," Mark moaned as he began grinding his hips toward the finger inside him. "More. I need more."

Simon quickly eased in another as he teased the hard nub in his mouth with his teeth and tongue. Within seconds, the spinning in Mark's head seemed to increase as he tangled his fingers into Simon's silky hair and pulled him in closer. The suction at his nipple increased and Mark's eyes drifted shut in pleasure as he arched his back to force his chest deeper into Simon's hot mouth.

The teasing went on for what seemed like an eternity of bliss, those strong fingers stroking him on the inside while Simon painstakingly nipped, teased, and caressed every inch of his chest and stomach with his mouth and teeth. It wasn't the heavy, hard, and fast type of loving that Mark was used to. He and Jason had always gone at it like they were trying to devour one another whole or like each and every time might be the last. With Simon it was like his lover was trying to claim every inch of Mark and commit it to memory. By the time Simon had reached Mark's dripping cock, Mark had been reduced to a puddle of tingling nerves.

"More. Please," Mark pleaded again as he met the thrust of Simon's fingers with enthusiasm. Even though what Simon was doing felt like magic, Mark knew he couldn't hold on much longer. "In me."

Rather than give Mark his way, Simon grinned up Mark's body as his lover took Mark's hard cock into his mouth and added a fourth finger to his hole. The burn was a little stronger this time and Mark bit his lower lip to hold back a grunt. Still, it felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire. Simon hit his prostate and all thought was wiped from his mind except for that exquisite jolt of lightning racing from his balls up to the head of his aching length.

When every muscle in Mark's body went tense and his internal muscles began to spasm around Simon's fingers, he immediately pulled off of Mark's cock and slipped his fingers from Mark's body.

"Don't come just yet," Simon ordered in a husky voice as he fumbled around on the bed beside them for the condom Mark had given him earlier. Mark scrambled out from beneath Simon's muscular body and quickly snatched another condom from the floor, this time managing to fumble his way back onto the bed without incident.

"Can't wait much longer," Mark panted as he ripped open the wrapper with his teeth and quickly began rolling it down Simon's engorged length.

"Shit," Simon whispered as he thrust into Mark's hand a time or two. Once Mark was sure that the condom was unrolled all the way, he pinched the tip and reached for the lube again.

"We're going to need this," Mark murmured as he clumsily flipped open the bottle and accidentally squeezed too much out into his shaking hand. "God, I'm so hard," was his lame explanation as he smeared the mess onto Simon's condom-covered erection.

Before he'd even finished, Simon was pushing him back onto the bed as he stalked up Mark's body and kneed his way in between Mark's thighs.

"Think you can handle it?" Simon asked when he saw the way Mark was eyeing the large cock standing proudly between his legs.

"I don't care," was Mark's simple reply as he spread himself open again and pulled Simon back down against his chest. "Give it to me. Don't hold back, either. Want you so bad. Need you."

Simon groaned deep in his chest at those words as he swooped down to capture Mark's lips with his own. After several seconds of hungry kisses, Simon reached down between them to tease Mark's hole with the head of his cock.

Mark quickly wrapped his legs around Simon's waist and drew him in until the blunt tip was pushing its way past the tight ring of muscle protecting his entrance. Then he paused, a little surprised by the burn. Simon picked up on his discomfort and eased both of Mark's legs up over his shoulders before reaching down to rub a comforting hand over his stomach.

"Easy, babe. Just relax and let me in."

Mark let out a deep breath and tried to focus on relaxing. It didn't take all that long, and soon he was clawing at Simon's hard butt cheeks to draw him further in as he bore down on the thick cock now slowly working its way deeper into his body.

Simon let out a grunt, every muscle in his body going hard as a rock as he fought to hold back and take things slowly. Mark hoped that Simon could because the stretch from the large cock inside him was a little more than he'd expected, even with the alcohol in his system. He was beginning to wonder if it would work at all when Simon brushed past his prostate and Mark's entire world went white and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Simon grunted, letting out a shuddering breath as his hands tightened on Mark's hips and he paused above him. Mark groaned in frustration at himself as his legs tightened around Simon's thick thighs and his nails dug into the fuzzy skin of Simon's cheeks. He wanted more and he wanted less. He wasn't sure if he could handle it, but he had to have Simon all the same.

As if he understood what Mark was thinking, Simon let one of Mark's legs fall to the bed as he leaned forward and attacked Mark's lips again. After a few moments, Simon dropped onto one elbow and eased his free hand between them to tug gently at Mark's erection. Mark was quickly drowning again and before he'd even realized that Simon was moving deeper inside him, his lover had bottomed out with a moan.

Mark pulled out of the kiss as he forced his eyes open and slid a hand between them. Then he traced it around the base of Simon's cock where they were joined and looked up at Simon's handsome face with a feeling of awe. He'd never felt so full or so treasured before and he couldn't help but wonder what he'd ever done to deserve the almost reverent expression on Simon's loving face as his lover gazed down at him.

Simon shivered at Mark's touch while he continued to meet Mark's gaze with nothing short of total devotion on his face. It brought tears to his eyes again as Mark whispered, "I love you, Simon."

"I love you too," Simon whispered back as his eyes drifted shut and his hips ground against Mark's. "So much. Need you."

Mark squeezed his internal muscles around Simon's cock as he slipped his free leg back up to hug Simon's waist. "Then do it."

At the demanding tone of Mark's voice, Simon's eyes popped back open to stare down at him with a hungry, almost feral gleam in his eyes. It made a shiver of need race down Mark's spine as Simon slipped an arm under the knee of the leg wrapped around his waist, pushing it back up to his broad shoulder as he slowly pulled out. The burn was almost gone now and it felt amazing.

As Simon pushed back in, Mark's eyes drifted shut as he let out a soft gasp. The pleasure was just too intense as Simon grazed his prostate again. Simon groaned as he began easing in and out of Mark's body at a gentle pace and soon Mark was clutching at Simon like he was holding on for dear life, his head swirling as his body seemed to explode with sensation.

He met every thrust of Simon's hips eagerly as he lost himself in the feel of the man he'd fallen in love with inside of him. Jason had always been rougher, hungrier. Mark loved it hard and fast and had never been with anyone like Simon before. Although he knew Simon had to be on the edge of desperation, his lover carefully worked Mark's body like they'd done this a million times.

It was as if he knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to aim each thrust to tease Mark's prostate, how to drive Mark out of his mind while at the same time making him feel cherished and loved. Even as the fire in his body continued to build, Mark felt a tightness choking off the breath in his lungs as his emotions ripped through him and tears burned his eyes.

"Simon," he groaned in a shaky voice as Simon's hard length eased into him again. Simon let one of Mark's legs slip to the bed again as he dropped down over Mark's body and slid one arm beneath Mark's neck to cradle his head while the other eased its way down to Mark's bottom to hold him at the right angle.

The speed of Simon's thrusts began to increase ever-so-slightly as the skin of their chests brushed together and Simon lips nipped and teased at the juncture of Mark's shoulder and neck. Occasionally, the man who'd turned Mark's world upside down would work his way up to kiss away the moisture running down Mark's cheeks into his ears as he whispered promises of love and forever.

The feel of Simon's hard body over him, beneath him, around him, like Mark was protected in a cocoon of his powerful lover's warmth and was absorbing that warmth into his very soul, was so intense. Too intense. With each and every thrust, Mark was driven closer and closer to orgasm. Simon's loving words just seemed to push him even closer.

"More," Mark pleaded between pants of breath. "I'm so close."

"Me too. Can't last much longer," Simon grunted after he pulled off of Mark's sensitive neck with a nip of his teeth to look down at Mark with those passionate eyes. He immediately tightened his grip on Mark's bottom and picked up the pace. Instead of teasing Mark's prostate, Simon twisted his hips and angled his thrusts to peg it directly. "Want you to come with me," he panted as his handsome face began to screw up with his impending release.

As if to drive his point home, Simon pegged Mark's prostate again and lights exploded behind Mark's eyes. Hot lips latched onto his aching nipple and Mark's back arched in ecstasy as he felt his balls draw up close to his body and the head of his cock swell painfully. The friction of their bodies rubbing against the sensitive crown sent Mark over the edge. He exploded between them with a harsh, shocked cry as he clamped down on Simon's length inside of him.

Simon grunted and tensed above him. Then, after a few ragged thrusts, he gasped, "Oh God! Mark!" and slammed into Mark's spasming hole a final time as he froze and emptied his balls into the condom. Mark let out a little moan of regret, wishing that he could have felt his lover's heat fill him up.

'Some day,' he told himself before remembering that this might be the one and only time. The thought nearly froze Mark's heart in his chest, but it quickly melted when Simon let out a shuddering breath and released Mark's leg as he eased down onto Mark's chest. Then Simon tightened those strong arms around him. Mark's own arms found their way around Simon's neck to pull his lover even closer.

Mark lay there, soaking in the feel and smell of Simon in his arms while his head swam and his breathing slowed. They were both sticky with Mark's come and sweat and Mark's ass was still clenching and spasming around Simon's spent cock as it shrank and slowly slipped from Mark's hole. Mark sighed softly at the loss as he ran his shaky fingers through Simon's sandy brown hair and waited for the room to stop spinning.

Simon swiped his tongue across Mark's neck one last time to gather a stray bead of sweat and then pulled away to reach down and ease the filled condom from his softening cock. Even in that state, Simon's cock was impressive. After tying the condom off and dropping it beside the bed, Simon turned back to Mark with a soft smile and gathered him into those big arms again.

"Thank you," he murmured against the top of Mark's head.

"No, thank you," Mark replied with a sated grin as he leaned up and captured Simon's lips again before slipping his tongue inside.

A few seconds into the kiss, Mark's stomach lurched and he quickly pulled away to stare wide-eyed at Simon. "Oh shit!" he gasped before jerking away and quickly crawling to the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked just as Mark tried to stand. No sooner was he on his feet, Mark felt his knees trying to crumple beneath him as the world began spinning at an alarming rate and a cold sweat broke out over his entire body.

"Bathroom," Mark groaned as Simon grabbed him around the waist to keep him from hitting the ground. "Gonna…"

That's all he managed to get out as the urge to vomit overwhelmed him and Mark dashed for the bathroom door out in the hall. He bumped his shoulder into the doorframe but somehow managed to push his way into the bathroom and drop to his knees in front of the toilet before the first wave hit.

After several deep, heaving bows to the porcelain throne, Mark suddenly realized that Simon was crouched behind him, running a soothing hand up and down his naked back while he panted and hung across the rim of the toilet, his head resting on his crossed forearms. At some point, Simon had even laid a cold, damp washcloth across the back of his neck.

Mark blushed, not that it would've been obvious since his face was bound to be flushed anyway. "How humiliating," he admitted as he spit a final time into the toilet and gave it a flush. He wasn't one hundred percent sure that he was done yet but he didn't want to stare at the remains of his alcohol binge and his dinner floating in the bowl, taunting him.

Simon just laughed and sat down behind Mark to wrap those big arms around Mark comfortingly. "If it's any consolation, you look sexy even when you're bent over the toilet, heaving up your dinner. I warned you not to drink so much." There was no censure in the words and Mark couldn't find it in himself to be angry.

Instead he leaned back against Simon's chest as he broke into a cold sweat again and covered his churning gut with a shaky hand. "Maybe I should listen better next time. Sorry if I was a pain in the 'you know what' tonight. I guess I got carried away."

"No problem," Simon assured him as he dropped a kiss on top of Mark's head. "We'll just sit here until you feel better and then we'll go to bed. If you feel like it in the morning, you can tell me what's been bothering you. You know that I'm always here for you."

Yes, Mark knew that all too well and that was part of why he'd stopped telling Simon about his worries. After all, most of them had something to do with Jason and Simon didn't deserve to have Jason rubbed in his face. With a sigh, Mark melted back into Simon completely and closed his eyes. He didn't regret what they'd done, but now he was even more confused than before.

One thing he knew for sure: there was no way he was going to hide this from Jason. When they talked next week, Mark planned to tell Jason up front that he'd been with someone else while they were separated. It was the only fair thing to do.

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