Jason and You Makes Two

A/N: Hello! This one's short, but it was that or wait longer to post. *grins* Still would make three or so of the earlier chappies. I also like the idea of a nice, lighthearted lemon chappy. hehehehehe Anywho, hope you enjoy it. I'll try to get the next one up soon.

Shout-outs to the following wonderful reviewers: Lisa, Cherry Coquette, Nekoii-Desu, Khayman, and Myranda Lynn. Appreciate it guys!

Also huggins to Lisa for proofing. Didn't give a lot of notice on this one. *blushes*

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Chapter 20

“…thirty-three, thirty four,” Simon growled as he did another leg press, puffing out a breath between each count. “Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven…”

Mark sucked the drool back into his mouth where he sat on the exercise mat nearby. He was supposed to be doing crunches, but he kept getting distracted by the delicious sight of Simon’s muscles shifting and bunching as he did his workout. Mark wasn’t sure how much weight Simon had put on the leg press bar, but the way his lover’s leg muscles were straining after a few sets was enough to make him rock hard.

“Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty…”

A bead of sweat broke free from Simon’s already-damp hairline and raced down the side of his face before slipping lower and tracing a bulging vein in his neck. Mark let out a pitiful moan and fell onto his back, not even bothering to hide the erection tenting his shorts. Who could blame him after seeing those massive leg muscles all tensed up and bulging? And the fact that he was wearing a pair of Simon’s shorts? God, he loved that. He’d tried to wear one of Simon’s shirts too, but it’d been huge on him and he’d given up and gone topless instead. It’d crossed his mind that he should bring a few things over and leave them, but just the thought of wearing his boyfriend’s clothes…How many times had Simon’s big cock rubbed the front of these shorts, exactly where Mark’s was rubbing now?

To make matters worse, he hadn’t gotten laid this morning like he’d planned. By the time Mark had rolled out of bed, Simon and Tim had already been up and moving around downstairs, fixing breakfast and chatting away like they did that every day. It kind of figured that Mark’s body had picked this morning of all mornings to sleep in. Any other time, he’d have been up with the sun. It was probably a hint that Mark was a little more tired than he’d originally thought, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

When Mark had stumbled sleepily into the kitchen, Simon had immediately wrapped him in a good morning hug that quickly turned into a good morning smooch and then a good morning tongue fuck. By the time Tim had cleared his throat, chuckling like he’d seen something funny, Mark and Simon had both been too caught up in their kiss to be embarrassed. Not that they’d had anything to be embarrassed about…Well, the whole self control thing was something, but Mark wasn’t sure he cared since it had only been Tim. If anything, the guy was thrilled that Simon and Mark had finally taken the plunge.

Mark glanced back over to where Simon sat on his weight bench and noticed that his lover had switched off to arm curls. That did nothing to help his ‘little problem’ so he did what any sane man would do. He sat back up and blatantly admired the amazing play of muscles in Simon’s chest and arms. After all, how was he supposed to do the rest of his crunches with a raging hard-on? He wasn’t. So…there.

“…nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…”

Oh, yeah. This was one show that Mark could watch all day. If Tim hadn’t hung around into the afternoon, Mark would’ve suggested they get in some hardcore exercise another way. Unfortunately for Mark, the guy’d asked if he could use the workout equipment in the basement before he left. He’d been gone for nearly fifteen minutes now, but Mark didn’t want to interrupt Simon’s workout when his lover was so close to finishing up. At least, that was what he kept telling himself. Any excuse worked for him. And it’d be such a shame to interfere now. Still, just the thought of Simon shooting inside him the night before made his hole twitch for an encore.

Without even thinking about it, Mark reached down and brushed a hand across the head of his cock, and a small moan pushed past his lips without his permission. The free weights Simon had been working with clattered to the floor and Mark wrenched his eyes open and looked in that direction. When had he closed them? Mark couldn’t remember. And why did Simon suddenly seem to be breathing just a little harder than he had been before? Maybe he’d dropped the free weights on his foot.

“You okay?” Mark asked as he swept a handful of unruly hair out of his face. His rubber band had bit the dust this morning and he’d been fighting with it all afternoon.

Simon’s heated gaze raked down Mark’s body until it reached his crotch. “I’m not sure. I seem to be stiffening up all of a sudden.”

Mark’s cheeks warmed, loving the attention almost as much as he loved the hungry gleam in Simon’s eyes. “See something you like?” Mark murmured as he leaned back on his elbows and let his legs fall to either side. No point in being shy at this stage in the game. Might as well give Simon a better view.

“Where do I start?” Simon shot back, licking his lips as he moved closer and dropped onto his knees beside Mark.

“I might have a couple of suggestions.” Just to make sure there wasn’t any confusion, Mark thrust his hips upward teasingly.

Simon let out a pained groan as he leaned forward to run his hand down Mark’s bare chest. “So sexy.”

“Kiss me,” Mark whispered as he pushed into Simon’s touch. That big, calloused hand was pure torture, teasing across his nipples before working its way south of the border. A feather light brush across the sensitive spot just above Mark’s navel sent a shiver of desire racing down his spine. Seconds before Simon’s lips met his own, Mark saw a knowing smirk cross Simon’s rugged face. Smug bastard. Not that Mark was complaining. He really wasn’t.

It was hard to find fault with the way Simon’s lips devoured his own, or with the way Simon’s tongue was exploring his mouth. It was even more difficult to find issue with the excitement that fired in the pit of his stomach as Simon’s strong hand slipped beneath the elastic waist of his shorts to wrap around Mark’s throbbing prick. By the time Simon’s teasing lips started moving down to his neck, Mark was pretty sure his brain had shorted out completely.

“Oh, God,” he groaned as he clutched almost spasmodically at the muscles in Simon’s shoulders. “More!”

The hand on his cock tightened and started working him over while Mark thrust up into that firm grip. All he could do was moan and keep thrusting while Simon’s lips nipped and nibbled their way past the sweet spot near Mark’s ear. Simon stopped once he reached the aching love bite he’d left on Mark’s neck the night before and nuzzled the bruised skin with his nose.

“I’ve got you, babe,” Simon murmured as he licked at the sensitive spot. Mark groaned almost desperately when Simon pressed the tip of his tongue against that big hickey, making it ache wonderfully, and then sucked the spot into his mouth. It stung beautifully, and Mark’s entire body began to tense with his building orgasm as the speed of his hips increased.

“Where’s the lube when we need it?” Mark asked breathlessly, more than a little bewildered by how quickly Simon had pushed him to the edge.

Simon chuckled, the sound vibrating through Mark as he raced to the finish. After popping off Mark’s neck and admiring his work, Simon gave him a wink and began following the trail his hands had taken earlier. “We’ll have to stash some around the house. I think we’re going to need it.”

Beyond caring, Mark buried his fingers in Simon’s thick hair and pushed hard, rushing the man on his way. For once, Simon played along, quickly kissing a path down Mark’s stomach and stopping only a second to tease each nipple and the spot just above his navel with that hot tongue. Then his baggy shorts were being tugged down to his thighs and his balls gathered up in Simon’s large, warm hand while his leaking cock was suddenly enveloped in the wet heat of Simon’s mouth.

The skin of Mark’s balls wrinkled as they drew up. He couldn’t help but thrust between those soft, heavenly lips as his entire body arched off the floor and his cock swelled almost painfully. Simon let out a grunt and the hand that had been wrapped around the base of Mark’s cock disappeared as one of Simon’s big arms settled across Mark’s waist to pin his hips to the mat. Instead of teasing, Simon sucked until his cheeks were hollowed and started bobbing up and down on Mark’s cock with mind-numbing enthusiasm.

Mark twisted and begged, his total focus reduced to the feel of Simon’s tongue tracing the underside of his cock and that big hand squeezing and rolling his aching balls inside his sac. Simon pulled off to tease his tongue around Mark’s glans and then sucked Mark in again until he hit the back of Simon’s throat.

Mark’s eyes drifted shut as they rolled back in his head. “So good,” he moaned as one hand tightened in Simon’s hair and the other skittered down to clutch ineffectively at his lover’s cheek.

Simon nuzzled into the touch before pulling off again and probing Mark’s slit with the pointed tip of that hot tongue. It stung and felt amazing all at the same time. Simon began fucking Mark’s cock with it while Mark writhed and gasped beneath him, trying with all of his might to thrust up into that touch, to force his lover’s tongue deeper inside his slit. Simon chuckled and pulled back as he blew a soft puff of air across Mark’s throbbing crown. Every muscle in Mark’s body froze as his orgasm ripped through his body and come shot from his cock.

A soft groan escaped Simon as the first spurt of Mark’s come jetted out onto his cheek. Then he took Mark’s cock into his mouth again and milked him dry, not stopping until he’d taken all Mark had to give and then some. All Mark could do for a while was pant and squirm as his erection flagged and became painfully sensitive, clenching and unclenching his hand in Simon’s hair like he couldn’t decide whether to push Simon off or pull his lover in for more.

After a while it was just too much and he started pushing Simon away as he wriggled and let out a hiss of painful-pleasure. “No more, Simon. Please,” he whimpered when Simon resisted.

Simon gave in at the word ‘Please’ and grinned up Mark’s body as he pulled off and licked his swollen lips. “Can’t take it?”

Oh, look at his man being all smug and full of himself. “Let’s see how well you can handle it,” Mark shot back with a grin of his own as he pulled Simon back up his body. Simon humored him, going easily when Mark rolled him onto his back to lie on top of him. Then he kicked his shorts the rest of the way off before straddling Simon’s waist and rubbing his hind end back against Simon’s big cock.

“Tease,” Simon grumbled with a fake pout, those hands running up and down Mark’s sides and working their way around to pluck at Mark’s hard nipples.

Mark shivered, a naughty grin spreading across his face as he pulled away from the touch and began working his way down Simon’s strong body, the muscles twitching and jerking at the feel of Mark’s hair brushing them. “I’m not a tease because I put out, Simon. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, so it’s time to pay up.”

Simon chuckled again, but this time the sound was a little breathless and a lot less confident. Mark dipped his tongue into Simon’s navel, teasing and tasting. Simon groaned - the sound pure sex. Mark felt his cock stir again in reaction to it, fighting to rise to the occasion. He ignored it, though, and kept moving lower as he eased Simon’s shorts down past his hips. That big cock sprang up to greet him, smacking Mark on the chin and smearing a line of pre-come across his bottom lip.

A giggle escaped him as he nuzzled his cheek against that hot, throbbing length. “Somebody’s eager,” he teased as he moved lower to nibble at the wrinkled, furry skin covering Simon’s balls. He sucked and licked at it, getting off on the smell of his lover for a few seconds while Simon groaned as if in pain and thrust upward. Mark took mercy on the man and wrapped a hand around his swollen erection, jacking it just a little while he sucked one ball into his mouth and traced it with his tongue.

“You’re killing me here,” Simon gasped as he worked his long fingers into Mark’s hair and urged him to do…something. To give him what he needed. Mark smiled around the ball in his mouth and met Simon’s desperate gaze with an evil one of his own. The way he saw it, Simon was the king of dragging things out and teasing. Now it was his turn to drive his lover insane.

Instead of taking that juicy cock into his mouth, Mark loosened his grip on it ever-so-slightly and began working the skin up and down that steely shaft a little faster. It wasn’t enough to get Simon off. If anything, it’d be just enough to frustrate his lover and drive the man crazy. A smug chuckle escaped as he kissed his way lower and swiped his tongue across the smooth skin of Simon’s perineum. Simon tensed like he’d been shot, his hand tightening the slightest bit in Mark’s hair.

“Don’t. I don’t like that,” Simon panted, his hips still thrusting anxiously into Mark’s hand, despite his complaint. Mark raised an eyebrow at that. Even as tall as Jason had been, they’d switched positions from time to time. It had never crossed his mind that Simon wouldn’t do the same. Still, now sure as heck wasn’t the time for that discussion, so he shrugged it off as he started running kisses up the crease of Simon’s inner thigh, working his way back up to the nice, hard cock begging for his attention.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Mark whispered as he began nipping gently at the base of Simon’s erection, tongue flicking out to tease the large vein underneath. Slowly, he worked his way to the head, tasting and committing every ridge, valley, and satiny inch to memory. When he reached the tip, he lapped lovingly at the pre-come that had escaped and then eased the spongy tip into his mouth and began to suckle it gently.

Simon’s fingers clenched in Mark’s hair, his other hand opening and closing uselessly on the mat beneath him, like he was trying to steady himself. Mark loved it, loved having so much power over his lover. With a hum of appreciation, he took Simon in deeper until the head of that beautiful cock bumped the back of his throat. Then he turned on the suction and went at it for all he was worth. Before long, Simon was straining beneath him, panting and moaning as he fought for release.

Mark gave his lover what he needed and changed the angle of his head as he opened his throat and eased Simon in a little deeper. A sharp gasp escaped Simon’s lips as his eyes drifted shut, those hard muscles rippling for Mark’s enjoyment as his lover drew closer to the edge. Mark reached down to squeeze Simon’s tight balls as he swallowed around the leaking tip of Simon’s cock.

That was all she wrote. Simon let out a loud growl as he pushed in deeper, volley after volley of come shooting down Mark’s throat as Simon gave it up. Then his lover went boneless beneath him and let out a breathless chuckle. Mark ignored him. Instead, choosing to torture Simon’s spent erection with his tongue rather than take the bait.

“Paybacks are a bitch, huh?” Simon whispered after a few seconds. Mark grinned and hummed his agreement around the flagging cock in his mouth before sucking on it a little more roughly. Simon hissed, much like Mark had earlier, and his hands tightened in Mark’s hair as he tried to escape. When Mark refused to give up his prize, Simon groaned and let his eyes drift shut.

Mark couldn’t help but laugh at that, completely ruining his efforts to torment his lover. Finally, he took pity on his man and let Simon’s cock slip from between his lips before climbing back up Simon’s strong body and using him for a human mattress. “Was it good for you?” Mark chirped, a teasing grin firmly in place as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

Simon rolled his eyes as Mark pulled away slightly to get a better view of him. Then he raised a hand up to stroke the skin of Mark’s back. “Well, if by ‘good for you’ you meant ‘Did it suck?’, then yeah. It really, really sucked. We’re talking ‘if it’d sucked any more my brain would’ve ended up sucked out through my cock’ kind of sucking here.”

“Oh, really?” Mark asked as he tried his best to put on an offended face. He failed miserably as a big smile broke through at the twinkle in Simon’s blue eyes. “Then I guess we’re even,” he finally conceded with a teasing poke to Simon’s ribs. “Although I’m pretty sure you might’ve actually sucked my brain out through my cock earlier. That means you must suck way more than I do.”

A deep laugh echoed through Simon’s chest, shaking Mark like a toy and causing him to giggle. “In this situation, I’ll take that as a huge compliment because your mouth is amazing,” Simon admitted, a soft moan working through his lips when Mark’s knee rubbed across his groin.

“Love you,” Mark murmured before sneaking in for another quick kiss. Simon caught him by the back of the neck before he could pull away and pushed his tongue into Mark’s mouth.

He immediately kissed his lover back, nearly purring as he plunged his tongue into Simon’s mouth and buried his fingers in that soft hair. Mark’s cock twitched, trying to come back to life as he ground against the hard body beneath him. All too soon, they were forced to come up for air, Simon nipping playfully at Mark’s lips like he didn’t want to let them go.

“God, I love you too. So much,” Simon whispered, that love plainly glowing in his eyes for Mark to see. Mark thought ‘to heck with it’ and immediately dove in for more. Breathing was highly overrated anyway.

No sooner had their lips met again, the sound of the doorbell ringing upstairs caught their attention and Simon pulled away to glance up at the open door at the top of the stairs. “Wonder who that could be?” he asked as he ran a hand through his messy, sandy-brown hair. It was adorable the way it was sticking out at odd angles.

Mark shrugged as he let out a pitiful sound and rolled off of his lover. “Heck if I know. I was beginning to think Tim and I were the only ones who knew where you lived. Guess we’d better make ourselves decent.”

“I guess,” Simon replied, no enthusiasm whatsoever in his voice. “It’s probably one of the guys from work wanting to hang out or something. Jackson and Sammy mentioned something about coming over sometime this weekend, but they never did commit one way or the other.”

“Cool.” Suddenly, Mark remembered that he didn’t have a shirt down here and that both he and Simon had come on their faces and Lord knew where else. Not exactly an ideal way to meet new people, especially if it turned out to be guys Simon had to work with. “Umm…I’ve gotta run back upstairs and grab my clothes. You might want to wash your face in there before you head up,” he added, pointing to the half bath nearby as he grabbed his over-sized shorts and tugged them back on. Then, without waiting for a reply, Mark shot up the stairs on his way to Simon’s bedroom.

The doorbell rang again just as Mark reached the stairs and he nearly jumped out of his skin as he quickened his steps. In a way he was excited to meet more of Simon’s friends, but he was also leery of the fact that these guys worked with Simon. The last thing Mark wanted was for word to get back to Nathan about their relationship before Mark or Simon had a chance to let the sweet man know they were an item now. Then again, he barely saw anyone at the work sites except for the foremen or their assistants, so it wasn’t a huge risk.

Another loud chime pulled Mark out of his frenzied thoughts and back to the business at hand as he jogged into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. He was obsessing. Now that he knew for a fact things were a go between the two of them, he’d just give Nathan the good news first thing Monday morning or have Simon call him later. Then it wouldn’t matter if word got around. With a satisfied nod at his decision, Mark snatched up his clothes where he’d left them folded on the bed and made a trail for the bathroom to wash the come off his face.

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Yeeeaaaah. I'm afraid that's all of it. Short, short, short. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Either way, I tried and hope you got a kick out of it. Looking forward to hearing from you guys. See ya next time.