Jason and You Makes Two

A/N: Hey guys. I finally found time to finish this chapter. lol It's a tad heavy on the introspection in places but it was kind of a 'release it now or wait several days before I have time to work on it more' kinda deal, so I said to heck w/ it and posted anyway. Still, I think you'll like it. I did and I usually don't. *grins* Anywho, tired and rushed so want to say a quick THANK YOU!! to everyone who reviewed last time. I really appreciate it! *hugs*

Also a big thank you to Lisa for proofing this one! *glomps Lisa w/out mercy*

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Chapter 19

Simon fumbled around in the kitchen, putting things away and straightening up while he tried to get control of his raging hard-on. If anything, he knew he was just stalling. What the hell did Mark think he was doing?

At first, Simon had assumed that Mark’s flirting was just wishful thinking on his part, but the longer they’d joked around in the basement, the more it’d seemed like Mark was purposely trying to turn Simon on. It wasn’t like Mark to do shit like that, but Simon wasn’t going to complain. Still, it’d taken every ounce of his self control earlier not to shove Mark back down into the chair and go down on him right there in the basement with Tim upstairs.

He let himself imagine the look on Tim’s face if Simon had, and then the little guy had come back downstairs and caught them and a chuckle rumbled in his chest. Yeah, poor Tim would’ve definitely gotten a shock over that. Tim hadn’t been laid in who knew how long, and he’d definitely been popping some wood earlier as he watched Mark showing off his assets…or more like his ass.

Simon stuck the last container of dip in the refrigerator and took a final swipe at the counter. Then he grabbed a package of pre-cut sausage patties from the freezer as an afterthought, tossing them into the refrigerator for breakfast before turning almost reluctantly and heading upstairs.

He didn’t quite know what to expect when he got there. With an ounce of luck, Mark would already be asleep, but he wasn’t going to hold his breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Mark, far from it actually. It was just that Simon really didn’t want to screw things up with Mark and it seemed too soon after the break up.

If and when Simon and Mark finally had sex again or started a relationship, Simon really wanted it to be a fresh start for Mark. He didn’t want Mark to feel guilty or live to regret it because he still held a flame for Jason. Simon immediately snorted at that thought because it was painfully obvious that Mark still did. Sure, at first he’d thought that Mark would get over Jason in time, and the redhead did seem to be adjusting pretty quickly. Still, he hadn’t expected Mark to take the breakup so hard after a three month separation. It had been a bit arrogant on his part to think that he’d be able to walk in and make it all better overnight.

When Simon finally made it upstairs, he stopped to poke his head into Tim’s room to tell him goodnight, but his friend was already off to dreamland. Knowing he’d put it off for as long as he could without being obvious, Simon turned toward his bedroom door, wondering for the hundredth time in the past half hour why he hadn’t offered to sleep on the couch himself.

What if Mark was still up and expecting sex? Simon wanted Mark bad, but he didn’t want to be the rebound guy either. Relationships that started that way never worked out. Becoming a sex friend wasn’t an option either – at least not where Mark was concerned. Simon was already too emotionally invested for that.

Simon snorted and rolled his eyes at his own foolishness. After all, they were both grown men who could control their bodily functions. And it wasn’t like Mark had flat out propositioned him…Well, not exactly. He’d come pretty damn close, but the last time Simon had seen the redhead drunk, Mark had been insatiable before the nausea had hit. Simon’s cock swelled back to life as he remembered that night, and he reached down to give it a less-than-friendly tap as he turned the doorknob and walked inside.

He could hear the shower still running in the bathroom and was tempted to make up an excuse to go in and get a peek at Mark’s hot body. Instead, Simon turned off the overhead lights and crossed over to the bed to switch on the lamp before quickly stripping down to his boxers and slipping into the bed. He usually slept in the nude, but no sense playing with fire. Somebody was bound to get burned.

Even knowing that, Simon’s cock was wide awake and ready to play. He knew that it wouldn’t take much for Mark to push him over the edge. Simon also knew, deep down, that Mark was a big boy who could make his own decisions. He’d already made the mistake of overlooking that fact once, when he’d had that fateful talk with Jason. It wouldn’t happen again.

A few minutes later, Simon heard the water shut off and a couple of minutes after that Mark stuck his head through a crack in the door. “Hey Simon! Mind if I borrow a razor?”

“Sure, knock yourself out. They’re in the top drawer,” Simon replied as his traitorous eyes devoured the little bit of Mark’s chest and shoulder that he could see. It suddenly hit him that he’d never even thought about Mark shaving. It was only natural since the guy was in his mid-twenties but, even when Mark had stayed over that one night, Simon couldn’t remember ever feeling stubble on his cheeks.

Mark chirped a quick “Thanks,” before disappearing behind the door again. Just the thought of following the redhead into the bathroom and helping him shave made Simon’s cock twitch. It seemed like such an intimate thing to do. He hoped that someday he’d get the chance.

Quickly following that thought, came images of a naked, dripping-wet Mark with a towel wrapped around his narrow hips while he drew the razor across his smooth skin. By the time Mark emerged from the bathroom, Simon thought he might pop a nut, but he tried to play it cool as he sat up and made sure the comforter hid his problem. The sight that met his eyes when he looked up only compounded it. Mark was relaxing against the frame of the bathroom door, wearing nothing but a hard cock between his thighs and a shit-eating grin on his gorgeous face. It also became painfully apparent that Mark hadn’t borrowed the razor to shave his face…

Simon’s tortured hard-on began to drool as his mouth fell open. Quickly he shut it and forced his eyes up to meet Mark’s hungry, green gaze. “What’re you trying to do, Mark?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Mark said as he blushed slightly. Still, the redhead refused to look away as he pushed away from the door frame and approached Simon slowly.

Simon felt like kicking himself for losing his cool and asking such a stupid question. He’d known what that look meant since he was old enough to get it up. Quickly he cleared his throat and added, “What I really meant to ask is why?”

“Why not?” was Mark’s seemingly carefree response as he climbed into the bed and crawled sensually towards Simon. “I want you, Simon. That’s all the reason I need.”

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Mark watched the emotions play across Simon’s face as he slowly crept closer. Oh yeah. Simon wanted him bad but was just holding back. The poor guy seemed a little thrown by Mark’s attempts at seduction, even though Mark knew deep down that it would be Simon who’d do the seducing with anyone else. It made Mark feel unbelievably sexy to know he threw Simon off guard, even though he knew that Simon’s problems stemmed more from his knowledge of Jason than anything.

As soon as Mark was close enough, he climbed into Simon’s lap and looked straight into his wary blue eyes. Simon seemed to be struggling with something, but Mark had no idea what it could be beyond Mark’s recent break up. “I need you, Simon,” Mark whispered against his lover’s lips when Simon still hesitated.

Simon’s eyes drifted shut with a quiet groan as Mark’s breath brushed his lips. “What about Jason? Don’t you still…”

‘Bingo’, Mark thought to himself before closing the small distance and giving Simon an answer to his half-asked question by easing his tongue into Simon’s mouth with a shuddering exhale. Immediately, Simon responded, brushing his tongue across Mark’s in that slow, all-consuming, passionate way that Mark had been dreaming about. He’d never experienced anything like it before. It was like Simon was trying to memorize his taste and the feel of his mouth.

Half-dazed, Mark began grinding his cock against the comforter hiding the hard planes of Simon’s stomach while he buried his fingers in his lover’s silky hair. He’d been tempted to do that so many times; to just sink his fingers into those thick strands and use them to pull Simon closer.

Simon moaned into Mark’s mouth as the kiss became hungrier, and two big, calloused hands worked their way around to rub down the naked skin of Mark’s back. He pushed into the touch as he tightened his own grip and tried to take the kiss even deeper. He attacked Simon’s lips for a moment, almost violent in his intensity. Simon allowed him that control, but after a moment, his hands slipped up to Mark’s shoulders as he took control again and gentled the kiss to something less urgent and more sensual.

A tortured moan escaped Mark as he struggled between the desire to enjoy the all-consuming kiss and to push harder, to hurry things along and just get off. Jason had never been so methodical or gentle, always too caught up in the raging heat between them to back off and take time for a leisurely exploration. Simon was more patient. He liked to touch and explore while pushing Mark to the same heights, only more slowly, more thoroughly.

As he slid one hand from Simon’s hair to reach behind him and fondle Simon’s erection through the comforter, Mark quickly pushed those thoughts away. He had to stop comparing Jason and Simon. The two men were like two sides of a coin. It wasn’t fair to either of them. As if sensing his thoughts, Simon pulled away from the kiss with a gasp before leaning his forehead against Mark’s and looking deeply into his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Simon asked in a rough, breathless voice as he squirmed his hips at the feel of Mark’s hand on him. “There’s no rush, you know? I’m not going anywhere.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Mark squeezed the length in his hand as he met Simon’s probing gaze. “Yeah, Simon. I’ve been ready for this for a while. I love you, and nothing that happened with Jason can change that.”

Simon’s eyes drifted closed at those words and a tension seemed to drain from his lover’s body that Mark hadn’t even realized was there. His blue eyes fluttered open again, warmth shining in their depths. “That’s good enough for me, Pippi. I love you, too.”

Mark’s mouth fell open as a gasp of horror escaped his lips. “Oh, you didn’t just go there, Simon!” he growled before grinning like the Cheshire cat and pushing Simon onto his back. Simon chuckled, a deep rumbling that vibrated Mark’s chest while he giggled and nipped roughly at Simon’s neck. “I’ll get you for that. Just wait and see.”

“You’ll have to give me a rain check on that one,” Simon shot back playfully as he grabbed Mark by the hips and quickly flipped him over onto his back. Mark squealed in delight as he instinctively grabbed for the closest thing to steady him, Simon’s big shoulders above him.

When Simon looked down and saw the happy smile on Mark’s face, the teasing light in his eyes turned to warmth as a sentimental smile spread across his red lips. “I love you,” he whispered again before closing the distance between them and kissing Mark deeply.

Mark didn’t hesitate to return it. His hands traced the hard lines of Simon’s back while he squirmed beneath his lover and tried to push away the blanket keeping him from Simon’s warm skin. To say he was disappointed when he realized that Simon was wearing boxers was an understatement. Frustrated, he shoved at them with his hands until they were past Simon’s hips and then tried, with some success, to ease them further down Simon’s heavily muscled thighs with his feet.

Once they were down to his knees, Simon finally took mercy on him, rolling to the side and shoving them the rest of the way off. Mark’s eyes were immediately drawn to Simon’s leaking cock and he didn’t waste a second easing down the bed and taking it into his hot mouth.

“Oh, God,” Simon moaned as he fell back onto the bed and worked his long fingers into Mark’s damp hair.

Suddenly, Mark got an idea of how to speed things along, and pulled off the cock in his mouth to look up Simon’s hard body. “Grab the lube,” he panted before immediately taking Simon back into his mouth and going to town on his lover’s erection. While Simon fumbled with the drawer, Mark eased his body around to straddle Simon’s broad chest with his legs, presenting his ass to his lover while he traced his tongue around Simon’s bulbous head.

His lover made a deep rumbling sound of approval, close to a growl. Seconds later, Mark felt a damp finger circling the wrinkled skin of his hole. He hummed his approval, pushing back encouragingly against the pressure while he took Simon’s cock deeper into his mouth and began teasing the thick length with his tongue.

“Yeah, so good,” Simon murmured as he slipped a finger into Mark’s hole and swirled it around.

A hum of pleasure escaped him and seconds later, he felt a hot tongue caress the smooth patch of skin below his balls. Man, he loved to be touched there, and he couldn’t help but pull off to look over his shoulder. Simon’s face was buried in his crack - that wicked tongue teasing Mark’s balls and perineum while he massaged Mark’s cheeks with his big hands.

’Good thing I scrubbed back there,’ he thought to himself just as a second finger slid inside him. Almost immediately, Simon found his prostate, and the spark of pleasure Mark felt wiped all rational thoughts away.

“Ahhh, harder!” Mark gasped, shoving back against the fingers stretching him, begging for more. Simon sucked one of Mark’s balls into his mouth, massaging it with his hot tongue as he scissored his fingers slowly, despite Mark’s pleas. Then Mark’s ball was released with a final lick and his hips were being hoisted higher as a hot mouth surrounded his leaking erection.

That reminded him that he’d dropped the ball himself, and he immediately leaned back down to devour Simon’s cock with enthusiasm. Lips stretched wide, he sucked Simon to the back of his throat as far as he could before easing off again and teasing the head. Simon thrust up gently into his mouth as a deep groan vibrated through Mark’s aching length. Then the fingers inside him touched that oh-so-perfect spot again, and Mark nearly lost it as his cock jerked in Simon’s mouth and fire shot through his groin.

Mark quickly raised his hips, pulling himself from that hot, wet orifice with a pitiful whimper. Simon chuckled breathlessly, squeezing the cheek in his big hand as he turned his attention back to tormenting Mark’s balls with his lips. Seconds later he slid a third finger into Mark’s body, and Mark knew he couldn’t last much longer.

A little dizzy from his arousal, Mark pulled off Simon and eased away from the fingers in his hole before turning around and straddling the man’s hips. “That’s enough. Hand me a rubber,” he panted, his eyes heavy and his cock leaking a river of pre-come onto Simon’s stomach.

Simon stretched over to fumble blindly in the drawer and, after several seconds, Mark let out an amused laugh as he crawled over to help out. He pulled it open a little further and pushed a few things around before biting his bottom lip and turning back to his lover. “Ummm…Simon? Where’d the condoms go?”

A pained groan tore from Simon’s throat and he scrubbed his hand over his face. “Damnit! I tossed them out because they went out of date a couple of weeks ago. I was going to get some more, but it slipped my mind and…”

“Crap,” Mark whined as he flopped down beside Simon and propped his head on his lover’s chest, listening to the way Simon’s heart thundered under his ear while he tried to figure out what to do. Mark had gotten out of the habit of carrying them around in his wallet years ago because it had always made Jason suspicious, but he was so hard it hurt and he’d had his heart set on going all the way tonight. Sure, he’d been giving his dildo collection a good workout lately, but it just wasn’t the same thing at all. “Blow jobs it is then,” he finally sighed with a dissatisfied curl of his nose.

Simon saw it and chuckled as he rolled Mark beneath him again and began nuzzling his way down to Mark’s hard nipples. “You act like a blow job’s a bad thing,” Simon whispered before sucking a hard peak between his lips and teasing it between his teeth.

Mark arched beneath him, pushing his chest deeper against Simon’s mouth with a gasp. “Yeah,” was his panted reply. “I guess I kinda had my heart set on your cock in me. So good last time. Been dreaming about it and…” Simon sucked harder as one big hand slid down Mark’s stomach to wrap around his dripping cock, and whatever he’d been saying flew out the window as he let out a loud groan and thrust up into Simon’s tight grip.

Simon paused mid-nibble as those words sank in. “You trust me?” he asked after popping of Mark’s nipple to kiss a trail across his straining chest.

Mark rolled those words around in his passion-dazed mind, a little too into what Simon was doing to figure out exactly what he was asking. Simon finally reached his destination and took Mark’s other nipple into that hot mouth as he tightened his grip on Mark’s erection and picked up the pace. “Oh, God yes!” Mark hissed as his thrusting hips picked up speed.

Another pause and Simon rose up to look Mark straight in the eyes. His next words made it clear that he’d misinterpreted the reason for Mark’s most recent outburst. “I’m clean and I haven’t been with anyone besides you since last time I tested. If you’re clean too…”

Mark stared at Simon dumbly as his eyes widened in disbelief. Jason had never placed that much trust in him. Sure, Mark was clean and had tested every six months before he’d ended things with his ex-lover, but that had never been good enough for Jason. No matter how long they’d been together, the man had always insisted that they use protection. At first Mark had wondered if it was because Jason was sticking his dick where it didn’t belong, but he’d later learned it wasn’t anything like that. More like an insurance policy. To have Simon offer that out of the blue was…kinda scary, to tell the truth.

“Are you saying we should go bare-back?” Mark whispered, still unable to completely grasp what the man was saying. His cock twitched at the idea where it lay throbbing against his hip. At some point, Simon had abandoned it, although Mark couldn’t have said when.

Simon gave a wry grin and dropped his gaze to Mark’s chest, an almost hurt expression on his face. “Forget I brought it up. I was just being…I know that’s a huge step. I didn’t mean to rush you.” Then, as if nothing earth shattering had just been said, he went back to teasing Mark’s nipple with his tongue.

’Rush me?’ Mark thought to himself with a shake of his head. ’More like offer me the world on a platter!’ No one had ever offered him that kind of trust or devotion. Just then, Simon moved his exploration lower as he nuzzled against the planes of Mark’s belly and Mark reached down to bury his fingers in Simon’s sandy-brown hair to stop him.

A curious glance upward was Simon’s reaction, and Mark immediately pulled him back up his body and attacked his lips. Simon met him thrust for thrust for several seconds before gentling the kiss and deepening it. Soon, Mark was a melted puddle on the mattress, moaning into his lover’s mouth as he rubbed his aching cock against Simon’s hip. By the time Simon had pulled away to nip at his cheek, Mark was completely out of breath.

Still, he managed a gasped, “Let’s do it Simon.” Suddenly, the idea of feeling Simon inside him without any barriers was the sexiest thing ever. He’d always wanted to know how it felt to have a lover shoot inside him, but Jason had been the only one before Simon who he’d trusted enough for that.

Again, Simon paused and pulled away to look into Mark’s eyes. “You do realize what that means, right?” Simon asked almost warily. Seeing the touch of fear that lit up Simon’s eyes grabbed Mark’s heart and sent a flutter through his stomach. His big, strong construction worker was scared of being rejected.

“It means it’s just you and me from now on,” Mark replied simply with a wolfish grin. “And just so you know, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Me either,” Simon admitted sheepishly as a faint pink tinged his tanned cheeks. “It’s just not worth the risk, but with you it’s different.”

“God, when’d you get so cute?” Mark gushed as he pulled Simon in for another kiss. Simon chuckled against Mark’s hungry lips before slipping his tongue inside and sliding a hand between Mark’s shoulders and the mattress to pull him closer. Somewhere between Simon sucking up a hickey on his neck and the feel of Simon’s rough hands gently squeezing his balls, Mark realized that what he’d gotten tonight was so much more than a new lover or boyfriend.

Without even hearing the words, he knew that Simon was in this for the long haul. What he’d gained tonight was a real partner in life, a level of trust and devotion that he’d never managed to reach while with Jason. It was bittersweet in a way. He hated that the thought brought the sting of tears to his eyes; a pathetic mixture of regret and happiness.

Simon’s hand slid down to Mark’s thighs to urge them open, and Mark’s full attention quickly snapped back to the business at hand. A soft moan of anticipation escaped him, and he drew his knees up to his chest and offered himself up shamelessly. Simon licked his lips at the sight before him as his eyes trailed up Mark’s body and back to his face. Then Simon eased himself into position before urging Mark to wrap his legs around Simon’s waist.

The wet head of Simon’s cock brushed his hole and Mark let out a groan, wondering when his lover had managed to slick himself up. A second later, Simon was pushing past the tight ring of muscle and Mark couldn’t have cared less. He was too focused on how much hotter Simon felt as he slid inside and how the lack of latex made everything seem so much more sensitive. There was more friction without the slick barrier and Mark would have almost sworn that he could feel Simon twitch inside him.

By the time he’d bottomed out inside of Mark, Simon was nearly shaking as he fought to hold back, his breath ragged and his face tense as he stared into Mark’s dazed eyes. “Jesus,” he groaned as he dropped down with one hand on either side of Mark’s head and rested their foreheads together. “It’s like I can feel every muscle move inside you. So hot.”

Mark tried to say something back, something about how good it felt or how he couldn’t wait to feel Simon shoot inside of him, but all he managed was an incoherent, “Nghh,” as he bowed his back in vain attempt to draw Simon deeper.

Simon ground his hips against Mark’s backside with a groan, his breathing still erratic and the muscles of his chest clenching deliciously. Mark reached up and brushed his hands through the dark hair there, grazing Simon’s erect nipples with his thumbs as he tightened his legs around his lover’s hips. A shudder raced through Simon’s body as he ground his cock into Mark again before finally pulling out a few inches and sinking back in.

“Shit,” he panted, as he eased back in. “So close. Don’t know if I can last.”

With a soft groan in response, Mark eased his hands around to Simon’s back, urging the man on. The way his own cock was leaking and his balls were aching, Mark didn’t care. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer either. Simon pulled out again, until only the head remained and then pushed back in a little rougher. This time, he nicked Mark’s prostate on the way in and pre-come drooled from the tip of his cock where it lay trapped between them.

“Harder,” Mark gasped when Simon kept up his smooth, steady pace. It felt so good, but Mark wanted quick and dirty. Simon sped up as he leaned in to suck at the weak spot on Mark’s neck and soon Mark was on sensory overload. The feel of Simon moving inside him would have been enough to drive anyone crazy, but the way his hot lips felt on Mark’s throat and the sensation of the man’s chest hair teasing Mark’s sensitized nipples was almost too much.

Mark clamped down on the hard length inside him, milking Simon’s cock mercilessly as he met the man’s thrusts with abandon. Simon groaned at the added tightness, a shiver running through his body as he fought to keep pace. Mark was having none of that. He let his legs fall from their perch around Simon’s waist and planted his feet on the mattress as he raised his ass and slammed against Simon’s pistoning hips. Simon let out a little grunt as his hands found their way down to Mark’s hips to hold him in place.

Still Mark met him thrust for thrust, driving both of them higher as the last of Simon’s control dissolved and he began slamming into Mark’s body like a man possessed. Simon’s breathing soon became even more ragged and the movement of his hips erratic. Mark could’ve sworn he felt Simon’s cock getting even harder, swelling more with every mind-numbing thrust. Simon pegged his prostate again and Mark’s world went white for a second or two as his body tensed up with pleasure and a cry ripped from his throat.

Before he could catch a breath, his legs were being spread wider as Simon hoisted them onto his broad shoulders and picked up the pace even more. On the verge of shooting, Mark buried the nails of one hand in Simon’s back while he grabbed his aching cock in the other and starting jerking it roughly. Within seconds, he was spraying come between them as his muscles tightened almost painfully around Simon’s hard shaft.

Simon hissed, his movements becoming jerky as he tensed above Mark with his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched. For a few seconds it was like they’d both forgotten how to breathe as they gave in to the waves of ecstasy washing over them. Then wet heat was filling Mark’s hole and they both cried out as if in pain. Mark shot a second time before suddenly dissolving into the mattress beneath him, spent, sated, and struggling for air.

Seconds later, Simon’s weight eased down on top of him as his lover began teasing along Mark’s jaw line with soft, swollen lips. Mark began idly weaving his fingers through Simon’s damp hair, as he marveled at the warm, wet, stickiness he now felt between his thighs. Simon was still inside of him, no doubt loving the feel of Mark’s hole spasming around him. Not that Mark minded. Not at all. He’d always hated the part where things were finished and his partner had to pull out before the condom began to slip off or leak.

This was very nice. He loved the way Simon felt as he slowly shrank inside of him, although he wasn’t sure how much he liked that wet feeling. It was definitely something he’d have to get used to. Simon nipped Mark’s earlobe with his teeth before swiping it with his tongue. “What’re you thinking so hard about?” he asked in a lazy, sated voice.

Mark shrugged as a grin split his face. Simon sat up on an elbow to look down at him, the warmth in his blue eyes only matched by the curiosity in his expression. Mark’s grin spread into a goofy smile. “I’m trying to decide if I like the feel of your come dripping out of my hind end.”

Simon chuckled at that and rose up to look down between their bodies to where they were still connected. “I can’t say I’ve ever experienced that one myself, but I think I really like wallowing in the afterglow.”

With a little, breathless giggle Mark nodded as he pulled Simon back down for a kiss. This time he let Simon set the pace and they took their time tasting one another while Mark teased his hands up and down the planes of Simon’s strong back. They stayed like that until Simon’s spent erection slipped from Mark’s body. And when it did, Simon let out a soft hiss while Mark sighed pitifully at the loss. Then he felt Simon’s come leaking out with a vengeance and scrunched his nose at the weird feeling.

“I think we need a shower,” Mark groaned as he pushed gently at Simon’s shoulders so that he could sit up. Once he had, he looked down at his chest and stomach. They were both coated with his come and there was a decent sized wet spot on the bed where they’d been laying. “And some new sheets,” he added with a sigh.

Simon grinned shamelessly at Mark’s discomfort, and climbed off the bed before offering Mark a hand up. “You go start the water and I’ll throw on some fresh sheets.”

Mark leaned in to get one more kiss, murmuring, “I love you,” against Simon’s kiss-swollen lips as he backed away.

“Love you too, Mark,” Simon shot back with a glowing smile that made Mark’s heart speed up in his chest.

“See you in a few,” Mark chirped happily as he backed away towards the bathroom door. As much as he wanted to stay close to Simon right now, he wanted to get rid of that wet, sticky feeling too. He also didn’t relish the idea of sleeping on wet, clammy sheets. “Hurry up. I’ll be waiting.”

Simon laughed and made a shooing motion towards the bathroom door and Mark giggled as he finally turned and headed inside. He quickly grabbed two towels from the shelf against the wall, set them beside the tub, and then began adjusting the water temperature. He hoped Simon wouldn’t take long because he wasn’t sure how much hot water the man had or how long it took to reheat. He’d used quite a bit earlier, after all. Once he’d let it run for a second, Mark pulled the shower curtain closed and crossed over to the sink to grab two wash cloths before heading for the tub again.

Halfway there, he caught sight of his reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and paused in shock as he studied his reflection. Despite how slow, gentle, and annoyingly thorough Simon had been while they’d made love, the man had still managed to leave his mark behind. There were big hickeys all over Mark’s chest, two on his lower abdomen just above his cock and another rather large one on his neck. Mark made his way closer to the mirror to check it out, and realized that it definitely wasn’t in a spot that would be easily hidden by a shirt collar. It was almost like Simon was staking a claim.

Just then, the bathroom door came open and a startled Mark was left staring at an even more startled Simon. “I thought you’d already be in the shower,” Simon said in way of explanation as he placed a hand against his chest.

“I would’ve, but I was too busy looking at this,” Mark with a distraught wave of his hand down his body. “If you were that hungry, you should’ve just taken it out on my cock!”

“I just…I’m sorry,” Simon sighed. By his expression, the man thought he’d screwed up.

Mark smiled at him reassuringly as he pulled his lover toward the running shower, wash cloths in hand. “Don’t worry about it, babe. It’s not that I mind all that much. I was just wondering how to explain this to my boss.” Not only did Simon not know about Nathan’s ‘suggestion’ that Mark meet his son, but it was going to be a little uncomfortable going into the office this way after he’d promised to consider meeting ‘said son’. That ‘said son’ had been the one who’d put ‘said hickey’ on Mark’s neck was another can of worms that Mark wasn’t sure he felt comfortable opening. Then again, who said it all had to fall on him anyway? It’d be just as easy to let Simon take the heat on this one. Nathan was Simon’s dad, after all. That in mind, Mark gave Simon a wicked grin. “You see, the guy I work for is trying to fix me up with his son and I promised him that I’d think about it. Now I’ll have to figure out a way to break the news to him that I’ve already and committed myself to somebody else.”

When Simon stopped dead in his tracks behind him, Mark barely held back a giggle as he climbed into the shower alone and stepped under the spray. A few seconds later, Simon peeked his head past the shower curtain, confusion written all over his handsome, rugged face. “But your boss is my dad…” he pointed out rather dumbly and Mark couldn’t help but snicker.

“Really? I wasn’t aware of that,” Mark shot back with a naughty grin.

“But…I’m his son…at least, his only gay son,” Simon said, still clearly unable to grasp the situation at all. Mark almost felt guilty for dropping that bomb on him so late in the game. The only reason he hadn’t mentioned it before was because he’d ended up being dumped by Jason that day and then he’d been torn up and busy and…Either way, the timing had always seemed off.

Finally, he took pity on his lover and reached over to pull Simon into the shower with him. Then he soaped up a wash cloth with shower gel and began cleaning away the dried sweat from Simon’s massive chest. “I’ve told you before that Nathan’s not as hung up on the gay thing as you seem to think he is. He never acted weird about it with me, and the day I signed on with the company, he asked me if I wanted to come over to his house to have dinner and meet his son. He said you were a great guy, but that you needed to settle down with somebody like me.”

“He really said that?” Simon mumbled, the shocked expression on his face slowly transforming into something between wariness and hope.

“Yeah, he really said that,” Mark replied softly as he moved his hands lower to soap up Simon’s sensitive cock. Simon let out a hiss of pleasure, his eyes drifting shut for a moment while he let Mark play. It twitched in Mark’s fingers, like it was trying to wake up and wave hello, and Mark quickly moved on to Simon’s sac. He wasn’t sure that he was up for another round tonight. Maybe in the morning.

Once he was done, he herded Simon under the spray to rinse him off. Then Simon traded places with him again and began returning the favor. By the time he was done, Mark had nearly melted under his touch. Not in that, ‘take me to bed and have your nasty way with me’ kind of way, but that ‘take me to bed and cuddle up with me because I think I could sleep for the rest of the year’ kind of way.

He was so sleepy in fact that he actually was a little surprised when Simon shut off the water behind him and wrapped a towel around Mark’s shoulders to begin drying him off. Once they were finished, Simon led Mark back to the bedroom where they climbed into Simon’s comfy bed with its clean sheets and snuggled against each other. Mark let out a contented sigh as he rested his head against Simon’s shoulder and slipped a leg between his thighs.

Just as he was drifting off, Simon asked, “Are you sure dad said that?” and Mark couldn’t stop a sleepy giggle.

“He really said that,” Mark assured him again just before drifting off to sleep.

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