Platonic (21 page)

“I like it.” Mark won’t make eye contact with him because he’s too busy looking at his ass. “Waxed as well…”

“Uh huh.”

“You still look as tight and hot as ever,” Mark says and licks his lips to wetness.

Hooking one of Daniel’s ankles over his shoulder, Mark stares up his body at him, his grin growing even more wolfish. He doesn’t remember ever being quite like this with anyone, least of all Daniel.

Daniel swallows.

Running a teasing finger from Daniel’s balls, Mark touches over his hole in a barely-there caress and then down to the table. He traces back up in circles, and then draws swirls across the skin on one side of Daniel’s ass. His voice is low, the question almost rhetorical, because Mark can see every shiver, every clench of muscle: “Are you still as sensitive as you used to be?”

They never once talked about it, how Daniel got off so much faster and harder and more desperately when Mark fingered him; or about how Mark had to be quick when stretching him open and fuck him rough if they both wanted to come. But Mark knew, and Daniel knew Mark knew, and they both knew they were like that and knew it was a slight incompatibility and never cared. And now Mark is saying it, with a devilish grin and the biggest tease in his eyes. He can tell Daniel wants to tease back, to say something sassy and challenging, but Mark is careful to keep the dull, dry pressure of a finger against him. Daniel’s cock is still so hard against his belly, and when he opens his mouth he can only whimper and keep watching.

Mark leans forward, wedging himself between Daniel’s legs and bending down to lick a strip up the underside of Daniel’s cock in wet, rough friction that makes Daniel moan and his eyes slam shut. He doesn’t get his eyes open before Mark’s tongue soothes back down. His mouth closes over one of Daniel’s balls and sucks; then the other. Daniel’s head is pressed back into the wood and turned to the side.

Mark’s mouth reaches the inside of Daniel’s thigh, sucking, biting, kissing, and Daniel takes a breath.

“How do you feel about me sucking your ass?” Mark mumbles into the soft skin at the crease of Daniel’s leg, but he is sure Daniel will hear him and knows he has when Daniel’s hand trips down his body to squeeze at the base of his cock.

Mark just keeps breathing hot against his leg, waiting until Daniel forces himself to crane his neck and look down at him because Mark isn’t sure of his answer. When Mark finally catches Daniel’s eye, he knows that the wolfish quality is gone from his own face, that he looks young and shy, which is ridiculous because he’s got his mouth so close to
there
and they’re naked and Daniel is on his back.

“I’m asking because we never…”

When they were young, Mark was never forward enough to assume Daniel wanted it; in hindsight he’s sure he must have, but they never once did it and now he has to ask to be sure.

“Yes,” Daniel breathes. Mark’s eyes go wide and his lips curve up. “Oh my God,
yes.”

Mark falls onto him so damn fast that Daniel can barely keep up: Mark’s mouth on him, behind his balls, hot and wet and kissing. There’s no buildup of kitten licks and teases, not when Daniel is so close and showing it with little whimpers and the constant arch of his back. Mark just goes for it like it is the only thing he wants in the world.

His tongue is strong and pressing, just as it always has been when they kiss full on the mouth and it’s leading to somewhere. Except now it’s against Daniel’s ass, where he’s spread open and rocking into it. Mark licks at him harder and then harder still, licking up the taste of him and feeling the muscle give way against his tongue, licking inside him as Daniel whines and arches. One of Daniel’s hands moves down, grasping one side of his own ass and pulling himself open wider, while he buries his other hand in Mark’s hair, holding Mark’s mouth against him as he calls Mark’s name, hopelessly, desperately, begging him, “
Please don’t stop
.”

Mark kisses and licks and works him open, his hands busy helping to hold Daniel’s thighs apart and absentmindedly stroking Daniel’s cock. He licks and sucks until he can tongue inside easily and spit drips down Daniel’s crack to the table and Mark’s nose is slick with it as well.

When Daniel whines, high-pitched and desperate, back bowed as he bears down against Mark’s mouth, Mark laughs and squeezes his thigh, then kisses higher, away to lick across Daniel’s balls, teasing now just for a moment, just to drag it out an extra few seconds. He looks up at Daniel, past his dick, and he can’t see his face but he can see the sweat on his red-mottled chest and his tight nipples and the way he twists.

Sucking another faint mark into the goose-pimpled, pale skin of Daniel’s ass, Mark can’t help but say, “God, I love your ass,” and Daniel chokes on a laugh.

“
Please
,” Daniel begs, rocking his hips.

Mark pushes a finger in easily with blunt pressure and Daniel shudders as the muscle gives way. “So tight,” Mark breathes, but Daniel doesn’t hear it; he is moaning and riding the two inches of finger he’s been given and this is exactly how Mark remembers him.

But his tongue is better and he knows it, he’s had so much practice; and say what you like, Mark is sure it was all leading to this. He slips his finger out and doesn’t bother with a second, just slides his tongue back across, tracing a wet circle around Daniel’s rim and then sucking over his hole before fucking into him, licking at him from the inside out. Daniel’s hips stutter against him, as if he’s torn between trying to ride Mark’s mouth and trying to stay still.

Mark finds a rhythm quickly, easily, losing himself in the reality of what he is doing. Here, now, with
Daniel.
Daniel, who is coming catastrophically undone against his mouth, and Mark can’t help but think that if he does this well enough (and by God he will) Daniel will let him do it again. Mark presses his mouth closer, trying to tongue-fuck Daniel deeper while he keeps harshly kissing Daniel’s skin and Daniel pulls Mark closer still with a hand in his hair.

“Jesus, Mark,” Daniel pants. Mark would smirk, but this mouth is far too busy. “Mark, I can’t—”

Mark’s hand is up and around Daniel’s cock in an instant, fingers wrapping blindly and attempting to find a stroking rhythm that matches the hard, deep kisses. He fails monumentally, but it doesn’t matter because it is
seconds
before Daniel wraps his hand even tighter in Mark’s hair, a foot pressing into the center of Mark’s back and his whole body holding Mark tight against him as his hips buck up, hard into the tightness of Mark’s hand and then down against Mark’s tongue, riding Mark’s mouth with the roll of his hips.

Breathless and panting, Daniel calls his name and doesn’t make another sound as Mark works his tongue, kissing, sucking, feeling Daniel’s body pulse and come, his back bowing, his perfect skin sweaty and painted now with streak after streak of white. He licks Daniel’s ass through it, softening his kisses to small and chaste and little licks as Daniel’s body drops back to the wood and his leg slips from Mark’s shoulder.

Mark nuzzles him there, sucking in a breath of Daniel and sweat and sex, just behind his balls, just for a moment. Then he stands, his body slipping up through Daniel’s still-spread but limp thighs. They are tanned and sweaty except for the red marks where Mark’s fingertips pressed moments before. Mark runs the back of his hand over his mouth and takes the opportunity to hide a smile.

He’s bent halfway over Daniel, intent on kissing him hard and deep and making sure neither one of them ever, ever forgets this, when he remembers that despite having Daniel laid out and exposed and coming around his tongue, they’ve never come close to doing any of this together. Not for so very, very long. And he hesitates, staring at Daniel with a creased brow and green eyes gone almost blue with brightness.

So Daniel is the one to haul him in by the back of the neck and meet him halfway, kissing him hard enough to make both their mouths ache and their heads spin. Daniel drops back to the table too soon, his stomach muscles threatening to give out and the come from his belly and chest smeared across Mark’s. Still panting, he just lies there, staring and slowly starting to smile.

“You okay?” Mark asks, voice still a little rough, bare toes curling against the floorboards.

Daniel arches an eyebrow, licks his lips and has the audacity to stretch out, naked and sated. “Yeah,” he mumbles, his voice so much worse than Mark’s and they both know why. “Yeah, just give me a minute.” Mark nods and rocks on his feet, about to move away until Daniel’s hand grabs hard at his and pulls him back between his legs. “Thank you,” he whispers, as one of Mark’s hands comes up to rest flat on the side of his chest.

He tweaks a nipple just to watch Daniel arch some more.

“I’m gonna get a washcloth and then we’re gonna have more cheesecake, okay?” Mark tells him, squeezing his hand and then finally drawing away.

***

When he comes back, Daniel is sitting on the edge of the table with his jeans pulled on up to his knees, blinking slowly. His soft cock rests against his thigh and his body is still slick. He’s smiling, though, and watching Mark carefully through sleepy eyes.

Mark throws the cloth to him from across the room, having already taken care of his own mess, and busies himself with pulling the cheesecake back out of the fridge. By the time he’s cut a third, generous slice and covered the plate in sauce, Daniel is slipping off the table and pulling his jeans up over his hips. Mark slips his own underwear up his legs and beckons Daniel over.

It’s too easy to slip into stealing glances at each other and suddenly feeling shy and a little unsure. They don’t speak, but Mark presses the spoon to Daniel’s mouth and watches him suck the dessert off and lick his lips.

At some point, Daniel finds his half-empty bottle of wine and takes a long gulp without bothering to find a glass. Mark gives in to the pull of Daniel’s eyes and leans across the kitchen counter to kiss him through a mouthful of raspberry sauce and white wine.

“Don’t stop,” Mark whispers, pulling back for a moment’s breath.

Daniel mutters, “Never,” without really thinking.

Mark’s giggles into the kiss, snorts as he tries to focus, pushes Daniel back and waits for him to laugh too, laughing harder when he does.

“Do you think we’ve had too much wine?” Daniel asks.

“I think we’ve had too much sex,” Mark mumbles and kisses Daniel again, sliding a raspberry-flavored finger across his lips as he pulls back.

“Not yet,” Daniel tells him and smiles.

“Not ever,” Mark replies, and this would be another prompt to giggle like love-drunk idiots, except Mark leans in and captures Daniel’s mouth against his first. “God, you’re amazing,” he mumbles, pulling back to press kisses down Daniel’s neck while Daniel steals another spoonful of cheesecake. “Seriously, Daniel, when did you get this amazing?”

Daniel laughs lightly and teases, “You don’t think I was before?”

Mark takes a mouthful of wine and then sets his mouth back against Daniel’s skin, teeth nipping at the corner of his jaw. “I always thought you were amazing,” he admits and then turns serious. “But I think one of the things that drove us apart was me thinking you were perfect. And we were so young and now we’re not. Now you’re more amazing, because I can see your flaws and still think that. We’ve grown up.” It takes another half-dozen kisses and another mouthful of wine to make him brave enough to utter, “I still hate that it’s taken me ten years to find you again. Even if maybe it’s taken ten years for me to be ready.”

“I hate London,” Daniel says absently.

But Mark shushes him and sucks across his collarbone. “London’s amazing. Hate our lack of reliable teleportation methods.”

And that sets Daniel off giggling again.

They talk in circles until the wine is gone and the cheesecake is just an excuse to lick raspberry sauce from each other’s lips. Daniel stares at Mark’s body and pets its sharp angles until Mark admits to just how far he jogs every morning, and how sometimes he forgets to eat properly when he’s working a particularly hard case. Daniel shakes his head at the first hint of self-deprecation and kisses Mark silent. Mark reaches over the counter and runs his hand up Daniel’s arm, squeezing and caressing, saying he likes the muscles there and the softness of the skin over them. Daniel just grins. They kiss and kiss, trading compliments in between, until they’re dizzy with it and the night outside is as quiet as it ever gets in Brooklyn.

Finally, Daniel pulls back and fixes his gaze intensely on Mark. “I want to make you come again,” he says, tilting his head. “Can I fuck you?”

“Can you—” Mark stutters it out and then stops because his voice has died in his throat and he’s looking at Daniel incredulously, allowing himself a long moment to drink in the vision of him in low-slung jeans and nothing else: messed-up hair and pink cheeks and red lips and stubble. Broad shoulders and tanned skin and the prettiest pink nipples Mark has ever seen.

He doesn’t quite know how to put into words how badly he wants this, or why he’s so desperate, or how hard he’s fighting the instinct to crawl across the counter.

Somehow he manages to get his legs to work and steps around to where Daniel is once more leaning and watching him with a smile, eyes dancing when he lets his gaze slip down Mark’s body to his ridiculous boxer briefs.

Then Mark has him pressed up against the kitchen counter, is holding him tightly by the hips and kissing him, and it’s no longer lazy. It’s desperate and possessive and rough, and the way Daniel moans into Mark’s mouth makes it obvious that he loves it.

He moans again and mumbles something Mark doesn’t quiet catch. “Want you to fuck me so I’ll feel it forever,” is what he says next, and it’s an irrational request but Mark gets it, knows the feeling of wanting to be marked, to belong, be it to some place or to some person. So Mark lets Daniel kiss him back and loop his arms around Mark’s neck. Daniel gasps into the kiss when Mark’s starts to lift him and pull him forward, encouraging Daniel’s legs to go around his waist as he takes all his weight and steadies his feet. Daniel moans and bites down on the muscles of Mark’s neck.