Memories

Howdy all, welcome to the third instalment of my strange series thing I should probably give a name to... maybe the James Bradworth series? JB for short. Or maybe just not :P

This will be the final 'official' instalment, although I'll probably write an occasional oneshot for them. Oneshots help me think (and I never feel commitment with them, either, so I don't procrastinate as much, as you can tell :P )

Warnings: Anal (get out the party hats), plot, Handjob and fingering, and fluff!

Enjoy

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The doorbell rang and his mother ran to the double doors, excited smile on her face.

“Mary!” she exclaimed as she opened the doors. Marcus, who was slumped against a wall, scowl in place, glared at the two visitors. He couldn't believe his mother was making him play with some kid while she and her friend gossiped.

“This is James,” the woman at the door said, pushing forward a small boy. Mark sneered as 'James' looked over at him curiously. The kid was three whole years younger than him, and yet he was expected to keep him entertained.

“Well, me and Mary are going into the kitchen, you two get along,” his mum said before dragging Mary into the kitchen, leaving the two boys alone in the hall.

When Mark merely stared at the boy, who bit his lip and stepped forward, holding out his hand formally.

“Hi, I'm James!” James said, as if Mark didn't already know. James lowered his hand when Mark didn't shake it. “Um...”

James looked up at the taller boy, still biting his lip, eyes large and innocent, and cocked his head to the side when he saw Mark's expression soften, the sullen glare being wiped away by that cute expression.


~~*~~


“So, only one week to go,” Mark said as James briefed him. James stopped mid-speech and fixed him with a glare for pointing out the obvious.

After the one night of frenzied lust built up from two months of not seeing each other, James had made Mark promise that there would be no more sex until James was finished with the temporary job. He didn't want to lose the good source of money he'd got.

James continued and Mark propped his chin onto the back of his hand, staring lustfully at James' form. James stopped again and lightly whacked Mark on the head with his file. Mark's stare never failed to make him blush and feel a need to adjust his trousers.

“Fine, fine, I'll behave,” Mark grumbled.

When James finished, Mark beckoned him towards his chair. James rounded the desk apprehensively, and Mark grabbed his tie to kiss him gently on the lips.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” he asked, stroking James' bottom lip with his thumb. James shook his head dumbly. Mark grinned. “Good. Reckon you can arrange a babysitter?”

“Um, sure,” James said, wondering what Mark had in mind. They hadn't been out together yet, and he wondered if Mark was planning a date.

“Right. I'm picking you up at six this evening, and you can leave an hour early to get ready, which will still be paid, if you want,” Mark told him, releasing his tie so James could straighten.

“Demanding, aren't we?” James mumbled to himself. Sometimes Mark could be a dick-head, but there was the occasional moment, James had discovered, when he could be surprisingly nice.

But it was obvious Mark was used to getting his way. Probably had a very spoiled childhood.

“I just can't wait to show you that I'm boyfriend material,” Mark told him, winking. Boyfriends? James hadn't really thought of them like that.

“So... you're my boyfriend,” James said hesitantly. Mark smiled at him, nodding.

“And you're mine... Unless you'd rather I called you my sex-kitten, or snuggle-bunny, or...” James made a face at Mark's suggestions, causing the man to laugh, the deep sound sending shivers down James' spine.

“No, boyfriend is fine,” James told him, walking towards the doors, lest he do something inappropriate to Mark.

“Remember, be ready by six,” Mark called after him.

~~*~~

James had taken the hour off that Mark offered him, having a long shower before fretting over what to wear, considering that most oh the clothes he had came from various charity shops, and were either work suits or jeans and t-shirts.

His mother, whom he had called to babysit Isaac, had decided for him, shoving a pair of dark jeans and a smart dark red shirt at him. Isaac had laughed as she scolded him for having such drab clothes.

Now, James was sitting on his sofa in the living room of the council flat, tapping his fingers on the arm and squirming. His thoughts alternated between when Mark would get there, how Mark knew where he lived, and the dream he'd had last night of an old child-hood friend who reminded him of a grumpy Mark.

Everything reminds me of Mark, James thought, rolling his eyes.

Finally, there was a knock on the door and James rushed to open it, pulling on a black jacket as he did so.

Mark stood in the doorway, smirk on his face. He took James' hand and kissed the back of it, before handing him a bouquet of red roses.

“Wow, I feel like the girl in this relationship,” James muttered as his mother took the roses, fussing over them before rushing off to find a vase and fill it with water. James narrowed his eyes as he caught her winking at Mark.

“How do you know where I live?” James asked, the question bugging him. Mark grinned, loping an arm around his waist and pulling James to him.

“My mum knows yours, so I got in contact with yours and found out your address,” Mark told him, pecking him on the lips.

“Your mum knows mine?” he asked, flashing back to the dream he had last night. Mark nodded, kissing him again.

“Anyway, shall we?” Mark asked, pulling back and offering his arm to James. James grinned and slid his arm through the gap in Mark's, turning to wave at Isaac, who was watching them with curiosity, having never seen James on a date with anyone except his mother, let alone a man.

“Bye Isaac, be good for your grandma,” James told him, before closing the door. Mark led them out of the building and James lay his eyes on a sleek black limo.

“A limo?” James asked disbelievingly as Mark steered him towards it, opening the door for him.

“Only the best for my sex-kitten.”

~~*~~

The ride in the limo had been fantastic for James, who had never before been in one. They'd had some wine and Mark had told him that they were going to his house for the evening.

“I want our first date to be memorable and quiet. I'm too well-known for us to be left alone if we go out.”

Truth be told, James didn't mind what they did. Mark could take him to McDonalds and he wouldn't have cared.

When the limo pulled to a stop outside of Mark's house, James had been expecting an ordinary place; two, maybe three floors.

He hadn't been expecting a large mansion, however.

And he hadn't been expecting it to look somewhat familiar.

“Wow,” James gasped out as Mark took his hand, tugging him towards the doors. They were opened by a man dressed in a traditional butlers outfit.

“Welcome back sir,” the butler greeted, bowing them into the house. James looked around the main entrance, enchanted by the large hall and wall lights that had been made to look like candles. He looked up and saw the ceiling towering high above them, dominated by a large crystal chandelier.

“You... you live here?” James asked in disbelief. The place was amazing and looked incredibly expensive. He knew the company Mark worked for was profitable, but all this...

“Well, not really. I sort-of own it, but I tend to live in a flat nearer the town centre. This place gets terribly lonely,” Mark told him, thumb caressing James' hand as the two stood in the middle of the entrance hall.

“Why do you have it then?” James questioned, Mark smiling at his awe.

“It's been in the family for quite a while, and, strictly speaking, my father owns it, but my parents moved to the country a few years ago. I think dad's wanting me to buy it soon.” Mark pulled on James' hand. “But come on, this isn't where I want you to be.”

“Oh, and where do you want me?” James asked as he allowed Mark to lead them up a staircase and through a few halls, then up another staircase.

“Well, preferably in the bedroom,” Mark told him, voice lowered seductively. “Or maybe over a desk. Or even up against this wall.” James found himself pressed against a wall, Mark kissing him passionately, tongue snaking its way into his mouth.

“But we can't, now can we?” Mark asked suddenly, pulling away. James just stared at him, mind currently on a holiday. Mark laughed at his expression.

“Come on, we've got a dinner to eat,” he said, pulling James back from the wall and winding an arm around his waist. Together, the two began walking again, James scowling at Mark for that rather underhanded move.

“You're evil,” James muttered. Mark snorted a laugh and kissed his cheek sloppily.

~~*~~

They finally arrived at their destination, after what seemed like an eternity of walking through winding corridors, and Mark getting lost once or twice (“this is the reason I don't live here!”)

They were on a section of the roof that was flat and had railings to keep anyone from falling off. It was summer, so the air was warm and humid, a sign on an oncoming storm. The sky was relatively clear, and since it wasn't too near the town, the stars were showing.

James walked to the railing and leaned over, looking down at the magnificent garden bathed in moonlight. Mark walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his neck.

“Like it?” he asked, resting his chin on James' shoulder. James grinned.

“It's fantastic! Who knew you were such a romantic,” he mused. Mark chuckled.

“Mum subjected me to too many romantic films. Just don't tell anyone,” he confided. James turned around and kissed him on the lips, laughing. Mark smiled and kissed back, before pulling away and grabbing James' hand.

“So, we going to eat?” he asked, guiding them towards a large blanket where plates of various foods were set out, along with a bucket full of ice and two bottles of wine.

“Very nice,” James told him. “You don't do things by halves, obviously.”

“Of course not, that would ruin my excellence,” Mark reminded him, sitting down. James tried to assess whether he was actually serious or not. The hidden mischief in his smile told him that he wasn't serious.

“Now, sit,” he said, throwing a cushion at James, who took it and sat down on it, looking around at all the luxurious foods and not sure where to start. Mark grabbed a plate.

“You're allergic to nuts, right?” he asked. James blinked at him.

“Well, yeah. How-”

“Nothing here with nuts in, I made sure of it,” Mark told him with a wink before spooning some vegetables and chicken on the plate and handing it to James, then making his own up.

“Thanks,” James said, suspicions once again flaring up. Mark grinned at him, brushing his lips lightly with his fingertips before pulling back.

“Eat,” he said, starting on his own food. James nodded and speared some chicken with his fork.

A few hours later, they were both done with their food and were lying on their backs on the blanket, having moved the food away. Mark occasionally picked up one of the juicy strawberries dipped in cream and hand fed them to James, who found it amusing and couldn't help giggling.

They both talked about each other, taking this opportunity to get to know each other.

“I've been having these strange dreams lately... well, more like memories really,” James told Mark, turning his head to look at those enticing electric blue eyes. Mark reached out a hand and played with some of his light brown hair.

“About what?” he asked lazily, and James shivered at the feeling of his hand combing through his hair.

“Just... when I was a kid, about a mate I had back then. It's odd, I haven't really thought about him much, after we, um, drifted apart. But they're telling me something, I think...” James trailed off. This sounded ridiculously sappy, him spilling his heart and talking of his dreams to someone he barely knew.

“Maybe you want to reconcile with this friend?” Mark suggested, eyes flickering slightly. James frowned.

“Not really. We didn't part on the best of terms. I told him some bad news and he was a dick head, not that I can blame him.” Mark raised an eyebrow.

“What was his name?” James studied Mark for a few moments, drinking in the sight of his lovely eyes and golden hair, strong face and wicked mouth.

“His name was... Mark...” James' eyes widened and he shot up, staring down at Mark incredulously as a vision of his childhood friend, with golden hair and electric blue eyes flittered through his mind.

“I... bloody hell!” James suddenly exclaimed, standing up and grabbing his discarded jacket.

“Well, fuck,” Mark cursed, standing up and grabbing James' arm, pulling the man to him when he tried to get away. “Just listen, all right?” he asked.

“So that's what it's all about, all those innocuous little comments that I didn't get. How you know I'm allergic to nuts, because you once gave me a Snickers bar and I had a really bad reaction. How I 'always was hard to get out of your head'?” James accused, thinking back on their past conversations where Mark would say something he didn't get.

Mark ran his free hand through his hair.

“I'm sorry... I just...” James pulled his arm away.

“Look, it's late, I should probably get back to Isaac,” James told him, before hurrying away to the door to the roof, not caring that he was running away like a girl.

“Wait, you don't know your way out!” Mark called after him. James shot him a wide-eyed look.

“Don't care,” he said. “Don't follow me, all right?”

The door slammed behind him and James descended the stairs, leaving Mark on the roof. The blond cursed again, moving to kick the metal railing, swearing again when his foot exploded with pain.

~~*~~

This was the day. He was going to ask him out today.

Mark had been trying to work up the courage for months. At first, he'd been terrified to learn that he was in love with his male best friend. He dreaded to think what would happen if anyone were to find out.

But he couldn't deny it any longer, and with the looks James sometimes gave him, the way the two flirted with each other, careful and yet wanting at the same time, Mark couldn't dance around the subject any longer. He wanted James, and was positive their friendship was strong enough to hold even if James turned him down. After all, the boy had never shown any homophobic attitudes.

Mark lounged on a bench outside James' college, watching the crowd for the young man. Mark was in university, but had finished early and come to find James, who was in his last year of college.

“Mark!” James called out, jogging towards him as he caught sight of his blond friend. Mark stood, eyes bright as James came closer. However, his smile dropped when he noticed his friends eyes dim a little, and a despondent look come over his face.

“I've been meaning to talk to you,” James said, shifting the strap of his messenger bag slightly.

“Me too,” Mark said, wondering what James wanted to talk about. Obviously not the same thing Mark wanted, if his weary expression was anything to go by.

“You go first,” Mark said. James smiled and sat down on the bench. Mark sat down next to him.

“Well, about a month ago, I went to this party, you know Lizzie Kingsley, right?” Mark shrugged. “Well, she throws rather out of hand get tog ethers and I got very drunk and quite stoned, really. I don't even remember most of it, but I slept with some girl, called Delilah.” Mark's jaw tightened, but James didn't notice. “Well, she talked to me a week ago... turns out she's pregnant. And she doesn't really sleep around a lot, so she's confident it's mine.”

James said this all in one rush, and then buried his face in his hands. “God, I just can't believe it. I haven't even told my parents. Mum would have bloody kittens. And it's just...” James looked up then, into Mark's face, with an expression he couldn't really figure out. “I swear, I never wanted this to happen, I was just really out of it, and you know how I get rather hands-on when I'm drunk.”

Mark forced away those rather pleasant memories, trying to process what James had said.

“So, you got some bird pregnant.” James nodded. “God, you are such a slut,” Mark snarled, standing up. He was desperately confused and felt depression hit him in such a great wave, his feelings transforming into the only way he could express himself. Through anger.

“W-what?” James asked, large eyes looking at him, trusting, innocent and sad.

“Oh, don't act all innocent. You can't blame the bloody alcohol, or the dope. You never slept with me when you were drunk.”

James stood up as well, eyes flashing with rage.

“Well, I'm ever so sorry that I attempted to keep myself from raping you when I was drunk,” James snapped. “I know it was wrong but you have no right to call me a slut! I didn't mean to, I don't even know why I did.”

Mark shook his head. “You are so full of it,” he told James coldly, voice monotone and eyes blank, before turning and walking away. James groaned.

“Mark, I'm sorry!” he yelled. Mark turned and stuck his middle finger up at James in an immature yet satisfying move.

“Just fuck off.”

~~*~~

James stiffly told Mark the messages that had been left for him while he was at a meeting.

“Look, James,” Mark said, standing up. James narrowed his eyes, thrust down the written messages and turned to stalk out the room. He was hindered when Mark grabbed his arm.

It had been nearly a week since the incident and tension had been thick. James had only one more day of work and then he would be gone and Mark's contact with him would be even more limited.

James had been withdrawn during that week with everyone, although he tried not to let it show with Isaac. Old memories came to mind constantly and he felt angry and rather betrayed that Mark hadn't told him. And trying to connect this new Mark with his old friend was hard.

“Stop acting like a child and let me explain myself,” Mark said. James glared at the insinuation that he was being immature, but it effectively got his attention. Mark guided him into a chair and then perched on the edge of his desk, cool as a cucumber on the outside.

“I didn't think you'd actually give me another chance after all the things I said to you. I was angry, back then, and rather betrayed. I was in love with you,” Mark finally said, after gathering his thoughts. James sighed.

“I know... I felt pretty much the same, and had picked up that you felt that way. That's why I told you, I wanted you to understand, and I would have dumped Delilah in a heartbeat, I never wanted to be with her. I could have helped raise Isaac without being with her.

“But I felt so hurt and bloody furious at the way you shouted at me, so I did what my dad and mum said and married her, did the honourable thing. Everyone thought I loved her, that she loved me, but we both knew better. Marriage doomed from the start, that one.”

Mark reached out, grasping James' hands in his.

“I guess, when I realised you were that Mark... and I should have realised it before, guess I didn't want to. But I just remembered what I felt back then, and couldn't help it.”

James then raised his head, looking Mark straight in the eye. “I can't believe you didn't tell me, though. You're going to pay for that.”

Mark smirked. “I'm sure I will, love. How about dinner and a movie?”

James grinned and stood. “Sounds extremely cliché, but all right.” Mark leaned in and kissed him.

“Good, and afterwards, we can retire to my flat. I have such a large... bed... waiting for you.”

~~*~~

Mark and James walked into a fancy restaurant that Mark had heard about and wanted to try out. He had an arm wrapped around James' waist, tucking him into his side.

“Are you sure this is wise? I mean, I only just finished working for you, and besides, this place is probably swarming with media, it looks like the type for celebrities, and I'm not so used to fancy restaurants, really-”

Mark laughed and cut James' ramblings off with a kiss. The man was tenser than he'd ever seen, and it wasn't due to any of the reasons listed.

He just couldn't relax around Mark. He understood his reasons for keeping that gigantic bombshell from him, somewhat, but the very fact he'd kept something concerning James to himself made him distrustful. Mark would have to work quite hard to regain his confidence, not that he had much in the first place. However, he hoped they could become like they were back when they were teens.

The meal was... interesting. Mark pulled out James' chair for him, causing James to blush. He'd have to rid Mark of the notion that he could be treated like a woman.

Mark certainly made the waiter serving them sweat. He even made a show out of tasting the wine, and by the time they ordered the meal, the waiter was so nervous that they got their food in little time compared to many others at the restaurant.

“You're such a dick head,” James muttered, the insult becoming one of his favourites when speaking of Mark.

“I just know exactly what I want,” Mark told him, eyebrow quirked. James jumped as he felt a foot slide up the inside of his trouser leg, and glared at Mark.

Mark had ordered for him, because James had been so completely overwhelmed at the price and felt guilty to ask for anything expensive. Mark had told the waiter not to listen to him ordering the cheapest meal there was (one of the starters).

The meal was amazing, the food so luxurious James was certain he'd died and gone to heaven. The pudding was even better, the creamy dessert leaving a warm feeling in his stomach.

Even after the meal, they sat at the table talking to each other, having moved from wine to champagne. The light from the wavering candle in the middle of their table played on their faces and James couldn't help but stare at the sight Mark made sometimes.

James knew the fluttering in his heart was him falling in love with Mark again, the feelings he used to have for Mark when they were young. Mark was charming, if an arse sometimes. It was easy to love him.

Mark finally looked at his watch. “Oh hell, come on, we're going to be late for the movie,” he said, standing up. James stood as well, grabbing his hand.

“I don't think we need a movie,” he told Mark, linking their fingers together. Mark looked a little nonplussed for a moment, surprised James would make the first move, or even condone them being together after what had transpired, but soon regained his cool, smirk creeping onto his face.

“Whatever you say, love,” he agreed, pulling James closer to kiss his lips lightly. The two walked out and towards the Porsche that Mark had picked James up in. James had dropped his son off at the boy's grandmothers earlier, and was alone when Mark had come from him.

They pulled out of the parking lot of the restaurant and drove to Mark's flat, a trip which only took ten minutes. The car pulled up at the tall building that glowed with light from the large windows.

Inside, it was much more classy than James' council flat. There was a large entrance, with a counter that a worker stood behind, talking to someone on the phone. A few people loitered in a seating area, and there was even a bar.

“Come on,” Mark said, amused at James' awe. He pulled them into a lift, which James eyed with suspicion.

“You know, it was such a coincidence that we met again,” James suddenly said as they were going up. Mark turned to him, laughing.

“Not so much of a coincidence,” he admitted, pulling James to him and kissing his ear. James' eyes narrowed and he stared at Mark sternly. “I may have pulled a few strings to get the lift to crash, although I had no idea that would induce such a steamy encounter,” he said. James blushed and looked away.

The lift stopped at their floor, much to James relief, as he was certain Mark would have pulled some underhanded trick to make the lift stop again.

Although, he didn't really need to do that now, did he?

Mark pulled him down a corridor lined with doors with flashy gold numberplate's, stopping in front of his and unlocking it.

The moment they got inside, Mark slammed the door closed and pushed James against it. The latch locked with a click as their lips met in a frantic kiss.

James moaned, thrusting his tongue inside Mark's mouth, the other man sucking on it and causing ripples of pleasure to go down his spine.

Mark pulled off James' jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a thud, pulling at the collar of his shirt. James' hands snuck up to Mark's shoulders, pulling off the man's own jacket and then unbuttoning half of his shirt, unable to get much farther as Mark grabbed his wrists, slamming them against the door.

James moaned, wriggling a bit, his crotch coming into contact with Mark's. Mark laughed breathlessly and moved to suck on his neck, running his tongue over a patch of skin before biting it and tugging the flesh into his mouth. James' eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Bedroom?” Mark gasped out, kissing up his jaw. James nodded wordlessly and Mark grabbed his thighs, tugging them. James got the hint and jumped up, wrapping his legs around Mark's waist, their cocks pressing against each other. Mark groaned slightly, arms wrapping around James' back, and he walked them to another door, pressing James against it and thrusting against him a few times as he fiddled with a door handle.

Finally, he got it open, and James wrapped his arms around Mark's neck before he fell backwards. The two stumbled into the room and Mark didn't bother switching on a light, seeking the bed by memory and dropping James down on it, able to see his form by the full moon streaming through the uncovered windows.

“You're gorgeous,” Mark murmured, leaning down to kiss him hotly, moving onto the bed. James opened his legs and let Mark settle between them as his hands moved to Mark's shirt again, managing to get it open fully and slide it off him. He took a moment to run his hands over Mark's broad shoulders and defined chest, fingertips brushing his nipples.

Mark grinned and undid James' shirt, not bothering to pull it off as he leant his head down and licked a path from his navel to one of his nipples.

James groaned, hands carding through Mark's hair as the man sucked on his nipple, pulling back to lavish it with his tongue.

“Mm, trousers, off,” James gasped out, reduced to an unthinking lump of goo by Mark's ministrations. Mark nodded, undoing James' trousers and belt and slipping them off of him, before unbuttoning his own.

He never managed to get further than that as James sat up, pulling him down into another frantic kiss. He pulled down his briefs slightly so his cock sprang out and wasted no time fisting his and James' together.

James cried out, breaking the kiss, at the contact on his neglected erection. Mark thrust against him, other hand creeping down awkwardly to fondle his balls before going lower.

James jumped when he felt Mark's finger tease his sensitive entrance. “Lube?” he asked, then groaned when Mark squeezed him slightly. “And if you don't stop doing that, I'm going to come,” he added.

Mark kissed his lips. “Sure thing,” he murmured, pulling away from James fully. James whimpered at the loss of heat, hands reaching for Mark. His chest was heaving and he was sweating. He looked to his side when he heard the sounds of rummaging and saw Mark looking in a drawer on his night stand.

“Here it is,” he said to himself, pulling out a condom and some lube. He chucked them both on the bed and then sat between James' spread legs again, hands travelling up the soft thighs.

“Last chance to say no,” he told James, leaning over him to ravish his ear. His cock brushed James'.

“Keep going,” James whispered, feeling as if the weight of the world rested on that answer. Mark smiled against the skin behind his ear, and reached for the lube, uncapping it and spreading it on his fingers.

“Remember to relax,” he told James, finger positions at his entrance. James tried to do so, tensing when he felt Mark push his finger in. Mark stroked up his chest, fondling his nipples again, and James relaxed somewhat.

Mark pushed the rest of his finger in, wiggling it about. After a moment, he pulled it out and thrust it back in, other hand still keeping him preoccupied.

James groaned when, after a bit more movement, Mark brushed against his prostrate, the action sending pleasure shooting through him, and his cock twitched. Mark grinned and did it again, before pulling his finger out all the way.

James whined slightly in protest, but Mark's finger returned, joined by another. James arched his back when they both pressed against his prostrate, and Mark began to stroke it.

“God,” he gasped out, moving his body back onto this fingers, then glaring at Mark, daring him to make a stupid comment. However, the thought was far from Mark's mind if the pleasured look on his face was anything to go by.

Mark soon had three fingers inside of James. The discomfort was forgotten in the midst of Mark brutally attacking James' prostrate. His eyes had taken permanent residence in the back of his head.

“Mark!” James gasped out, unable to stand it any longer. “Mark, please,” he begged. Mark looked like Christmas had come early, his hooded eyes brightening.

“Please what?” he asked, voice rough. He stilled his fingers and James groaned, wriggling his hips.

“Please, God, just fuck me!” he half demanded, half pleaded. Mark laughed, although James had seen the way his eyes had flickered with arousal at his words.

“Your wish... is my command,” he said, taking out his fingers and opening his condom, rolling it onto his length with practised ease. He then lubed his cock, hissing at the contact of his hand on his sensitive flesh. He grabbed one of James' legs, hoisting it up onto his shoulder, exposing him.

Mark positioned the blunt head of his erection against James' opening, and gripped James' arousal lightly as he began to push inside. James winced, feeling the burn of something larger than those three fingers enter him.

Mark inched into him, pausing once in a while to let James adjust to his girth. When he was all the way in, zipper pressing against James' ass, he groaned, his head dropping so his forehead pressed against James' sweaty one. James gasped in breaths, thankful for Mark's stroking of his erection to take away his attention from the burn of Mark being inside him, and how his leg already ached from being on Mark's shoulder.

“You can move,” James finally said, and Mark raised his head at the words. James was staring at him steadily, and Mark smirked, thankful to finally be able to move in the tight heat that surrounded him.

Mark began to thrust into him shallowly, trying to get James adjusted to his thrusts. He pulled out a little more and thrust back in slightly harsher, and James gasped when Mark's cock grazed his prostrate. Mark picked up speed at the encouraging noises James was making, the pain having been overridden by the pleasure of feeling the hard length come in contact with that pleasurable bundle of nerves inside him.

Mark began ploughing in and out of him, thrusts hard and heavy. James groaned and raised his arms to grip the bars in the head-board of Mark's bed as the man revealed his strength with each powerful slam.

“Mark!” James cried out, eyes narrowed in pleasure at the constant battering of his prostrate. Mark groaned in response, unable to get enough of the clenching walls surrounding him, squeezing him with every thrust. He was sure to come soon, the heat in his stomach tensing.

He reached down, pumping James' length to ease the man into an orgasm. James let out a loud moan, thrusting frantically, his balls tightening as his climax washed over him.

“Ah! God!” James gasped, voice breaking as his cum shot out, splattering his chest in spurt after spurt. Mark growled as James' inner walls clenched around him tighter than before, milking his orgasm before him, and he began to shoot into the condom.

James' hands fell from the headboard as Mark slumped onto him, gasping for breath.

“Ugh,” James managed to say after a few moments, never one for silence. Mark groaned, mumbling something along the lines of 'my thoughts exactly'. He pulled up slightly, cock falling out of James. He grabbed the condom and went to dispose of it, body feeling shaky from that earth shattering orgasm. James watched him with lidded eyes, sleep pulling on the edges of his consciousness.

Mark joined him in the bed again after pulling off his trousers and boxers, pulling the sheets over them and spooning behind James.

They fell asleep instantly.

~~*~~

Hmm, twelve pages. Nice.

I feel rather proud of this one, at least :D although it got a little dramatic and turned into a soap-opera yaoi manga (which I admittedly love...).

This is probably where it ends, because things have come to a bit of a conclusion. However, I'll probably write more when the mood strikes me. If you can think of anything that I haven't covered, make sure to mention it to me and I'll try and cover it.

Thanks to all those who pointed out that I was spelling 'restaurant' wrong. Gosh, I'm dreadful sometimes :P

Haha, thank you all so much for reviewing, it's helped me improve my writing a lot, I think. Of course, it could do with some improving... I guess that just means I'll have to write more. Oh well ;;laughs;; (I'm already planning a HP fanfic, not sure how that'll go, I procrastinate).

Thanks to:

Aleks, Kat, Kryst Sutures, Anon, Kuromei, bambi4real, Oron, PaipurrbakRighter, Inugrl2004, Lin, Saminada

You guys rock my socks!

And I'd love it if you review. I still love that constructive criticism (I'm not big headed, course my writing needs improvement :P !), helps me to edit my stories to make them better.