Platonic (22 page)

Mark stumbles to the bedroom, and Daniel doesn’t open his eyes for a second. He clings to Mark’s body and kisses what he can get to, naked skin to naked skin where their clothes aren’t in the way, and it’s so good Daniel pants with it, harsh against Mark’s neck and shoulders and chest, as he is carried across the room and down the little entrance hall and then into the bedroom. They stand at the foot of the bed in Mark’s very messy bedroom and God, Mark wants him so badly, and he knows Daniel wants him just as much.

Mark pushes Daniel off, forcing the grip of his legs and arms to weaken and dropping him onto the bed. He’s still half-tangled up in Daniel’s limbs, half-falling onto the bed with him on purpose, when Daniel’s eyes snap open and find his. Mark can’t get close enough fast enough but he tries, roughly, crawling up over Daniel’s body and pushing him down into the warped cotton sheets.

Mark kisses him and doesn’t care about the state of the room, the state of his bed, because this is desperate and wonderful and when Daniel hasn’t got his eyes closed and his back arched, all he looks at is Mark and that’s all Mark wants. He stays as close as he can over him, kissing him again, intent on getting to naked and fucking as fast as they can, and he needs Daniel’s jeans off for that and he
tries
but Daniel wriggles free and up onto his knees, flicking the button of his jeans open in the process.

He stills, looking down at Mark and his bed, and then around the room, his dopey grin steady even as he takes in the piles of paperwork and laundry, the bookcase full to overflowing and the Monet prints on the wall. Then Daniel looks back to the bed and to Mark, and Mark has to raise himself up on his elbows and look around too.

The twisted sheets they lie on are a dark blue; not the newest set Mark owns, and they haven’t been changed for weeks. The off-white duvet is crumpled near the foot of the bed, exactly where Mark shucked it off while he was half-asleep last night. The dark red pillows that ordinarily tie all the colors of the bed together are off to the side with the mess of paperwork and laundry. It’s a mess, and he’d care more if Daniel weren’t kneeling beside him with his jeans half undone.

“You didn’t make the bed,” is all Daniel says.

Mark drops back down from his elbows and pushes his underwear down his legs and off, flinging them toward the still-open door, and then he rolls, naked, onto his stomach. “I never make the bed,” he says, and Daniel laughs as his eyes shift deliberately to stare at Mark’s ass.

Mark grows hotter just from Daniel’s gaze.

But then Daniel’s hands are there, cupping the muscles and kneading, and his eyes go dark as he sucks on his bottom lip. Mark catches him by the wrist and pulls him down, kissing him as he stretches a hand under the pillows and pulls out last night’s boxers, flinging them at the door. Daniel sees him do it and raises an eyebrow.

“In what universe”—Mark manages to get over him, straddling his hips and kissing across a nipple—“was I expected”—he pauses to flick his tongue out over the other—“to think I’d have you in my bed tonight?” he finishes, kissing Daniel’s chin and then his mouth, not really wanting an answer.

“Would you have made the bed?” Daniel asks, hands between them, teasing Mark’s cock on the way to finally getting the zipper of his jeans all the way down and trying to wriggle out of them.

“Daniel.” Mark moves above him, resting on his elbows, entirely earnest. “I would have bought expensive sheets and candles and… and more mature underwear.”

“I kind of love your underwear,” Daniel laughs, and Mark brushes the hair back off his forehead. “This is nice,” Daniel tells him. “This is kind of perfect.”

Mark can’t stop his face from falling, at that, and he knows the little crease between his eyes has appeared as he looks away from Daniel too quickly. When he has forced his face back into a neutral expression and looks back at Daniel, he sees him looking miserable, all the glee and fun gone. Mark didn’t mean to upset him for a moment—everything
is
perfect. Except for one thing.

“You don’t want to?“ Daniel asks, clearly dismayed.

Mark shakes his head and touches his hand to Daniel’s cheek, pushing his hair back behind his ear. “London,” he says simply. “That’s all. It… it feels like it could be perfect, but… London. And it just caught up to me. But I still want.”

Daniel somehow gets a hand between them, tracing his fingertips up Mark’s side and over his chest, feeling his heart. He pauses there for several long moments. There are no answers; they would be better off still giggling and teasing.

“Just kiss me, okay?” Daniel eventually says, because what else are they to say? He is leaving in five days, early on Wednesday morning. Daniel told Mark the details before they finished the first course. But saying anything more about it now puts far, far too much weight on one night’s encounter. Mark knows that.

Mark kisses him, over his mouth and across his face, tangling his hands in Daniel’s hair and letting his body drop to fit against his.

“Just kiss me and let me fuck you, and keep laughing with me,” Daniel says.

Mark does laugh, right into the crook of Daniel’s neck, and says, “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much during sex.”

“Good.” And Mark starts to slip down his body, mouth over his chest and nipples, past his belly button and his hips, sucking his cock into his mouth again, making Daniel buck up and gasp.

Mark licks around the head and listens to Daniel say “good” over and over. He slides off the foot of the bed and onto the carpet, hands trailing over Daniel’s calves as he pulls his jeans the rest of the way off and throws them toward the door. Then he steps around the bed to his bedside table and pulls open the bottom drawer, blushing hard when he feels Daniel turn onto his side to watch him.

Here are the lube and the condoms, which he grabs, and there’s no way that Daniel can miss the flesh-colored dildo, the slim purple vibrator or the anal beads nestled in beside them.

“I really wasn’t expecting company,” Mark says again, still blushing as he climbs back on the bed beside Daniel.

“Sexy,” Daniel mutters, and then pulls him down against his body, fitting their mouths together.

They’re both hard too easily, and it would be so simple for Daniel to stretch Mark open and fuck him hard and fast, both of them finding blissful release within minutes. But then it would be over, and they both suspect the truth of that; so they kiss and rock and touch each other lightly until Daniel whimpers and Mark’s hands start to shake. When Daniel’s fingers trip back behind Mark’s balls, Mark lets his legs fall open wide and his head tilt back as he says, “Go on.”

Daniel shuffles back down between Mark’s legs, kneeling to look at his rosy pucker and the dark hair framing it. Daniel’s fingertips on the insides of Mark’s thighs tell him that Daniel wants to stretch this out and take his time; but Mark is desperate for the right kind of contact, needs to feel Daniel inside him, and then he will take it slow. Without saying a word, Mark bends his knees all the way so that his feet are against his ass. He reaches down with one hand, spreading himself open as his other hand, slathered with cold lube, stretches to push wetly down his crack. Daniel stares as he does it but doesn’t interfere, seemingly caught up in just watching. Mark twists and lifts his ass off the bed, keeping one hand pressed into his crack, fingertips against his hole, and moving the other to hold his cock and balls out of the way. He pushes into his hole with two fingers and gets them in to the second knuckle easily as his back bows and he chews his bottom lip. He doesn’t want to feel too much of this, just wants to be stretched and wet for Daniel.

Daniel is still sitting between his legs, whining low under his breath, until he suddenly moves forward and pulls Mark’s wrist away. Mark gasps and plants his feet squarely on the bed.

“I want to do it,” Daniel says, and Mark doesn’t have the breath to explain how this all feels like too much. Daniel takes a deep breath and runs his fingers over Mark’s hole, up and down over it. Mark pulls himself wide with his spare hand, and stares at Daniel.

“Don’t waste time, okay?” Mark says. “I’ve wanted you in me for so long.”

Daniel nods dumbly, obviously surprised by the sudden change of pace from languid to not so, but unwilling to argue. He pushes two wet fingers over Mark’s hole and watches Mark’s muscles tighten.

His fingers slip in with barely any resistance, Mark’s ass tight and bearing down against every single touch, and it feels amazing. It’s everything that Mark remembers getting fingered felt like, when it was still new and had all the excitement of something forbidden and dirty. Daniel’s fingers are soft in their movements but rough inside him, long and agile and calloused from work. Mark’s cock is fully hard and he can already feel his balls throbbing with the need to come.

“Harder.”

Daniel complies, stroking in and out and all the way to the last knuckle. He adds more lube and Mark’s back bows. “Another?” Daniel asks, and Mark’s whole body twists as he shakes his head.

“That’s enough,” Mark says.

Daniel can’t quite resist crooking his fingers a little as he slides them out, teasing Mark with muscle memory from a lifetime ago.

At this, Mark’s ass lifts off of the bed and tries to ride down on Daniel’s fingers. It makes him moan, high and loud in his throat, and when Daniel pulls his fingers all the way out and Mark collapses, his hole redder and squeezing around nothing, Mark glares and says, “Fuck you.”

Daniel smirks at him and arches an eyebrow seductively as he wipes the lube from his fingers onto his own thigh and flattens his hands against Mark’s hips. He presses a kiss to Mark’s chest and reaches for a condom. He doesn’t ask Mark how he wants to do this, doesn’t ask Mark to move, and Mark is happy here, face to face, desperate and feeling too much.

Except he wants more out of tonight, just a little bit more, he wants to drag everything from Daniel that he can; he still has no idea what tomorrow looks like, but London will make everything difficult.

He grabs Daniel’s hand and stops him. “Wait,” he says. “I want this to be together.”

Daniel stares at him. His eyes flicker down to the condom in his hand and then back up. But that isn’t what Mark means.

Pulling him down, Mark kisses him and murmurs, “You’re gonna fuck me because I need it so bad.” Mark stops to suck on Daniel’s tongue, teeth scratching and pulling a moan from his mouth. “And then I’m gonna fuck you.”

It’s too much. It has to be. Mark can’t even do the math in his head to work out how he’ll keep himself from coming while Daniel fucks him, how he’ll stay hard when Daniel comes inside him. But Daniel’s hips jerk down into the warmth of Mark’s belly and Mark can see that he wants it.

Mark pushes him up onto his hands and knees and then off of him, wriggles out from under Daniel’s body and searches the sheets for the lube. “I’ll be quick,” he promises, kissing Daniel’s shoulder and steadying him on his hands and knees. His voice is softer still, stripped bare when he admits, “I can’t not have you every possible way tonight.”

Because London
.

Daniel nods, and when he feels Mark’s mouth on his back, kissing to the curve of his ass, he automatically drops down onto his elbows and buries his face in a pillow. He doesn’t see Mark snaking a hand back to his own ass, sliding two fingers in deep and twisting roughly.

“Tell me if I’m too fast or it’s not enough,” Mark warns, spreading Daniel open and pushing the tips of both thumbs up against him. Mark clicks the lube open, warms the liquid between his palms and presses his thumb slickly down Daniel’s crack, pushing against Daniel’s hole and sliding inside as Daniel groans. Daniel’s still a little loose from the rimming, and his body arches immediately with the pleasure of Mark’s touch and everything that is still to come.

Mark kisses his back and the swell of his ass as he works him open, just as easy and methodical as Daniel was with him. His thumb, first, and then two fingers and the drip of saliva from his tongue into Daniel’s hole, then three fingers and Daniel starts to beg.

“Mark, enough, no more—” He sucks in a breath and tries to stop his hips from bucking back onto Mark’s fingers. “Stop, please, Mark, please, more,
now.”

And then Mark’s tongue is on Daniel again, around the fingers there and then between them, licking at his skin, breathing him in because he needs to remember Daniel this intimately, needs to taste him and feel the tremble of him when it all becomes far,
far
too much. Daniel’s legs spread farther apart until he collapses flat on the mattress and ruts there, Mark’s fingers finally slipping out. Mark rocks back onto his knees to watch Daniel writhe for a moment before flipping him onto his back and crawling on top of him to kiss him senseless.

“Need you to fuck me now, okay?” Mark asks, pressing butterfly kisses across Daniel’s collarbones. “Just like this,” he says, spreading his legs wider over Daniel’s and rocking his ass down so Daniel’s cock drags heavy across his hole. They both gasp and Daniel nods.

Moving back, Mark finds a condom and tears it open with his teeth, spitting the foil off to the side and knowing Daniel’s eyes are on him the whole time. He rolls the condom down over Daniel’s cock, careful and conscious of the way Daniel’s body twists and tightens beneath his with even the lightest friction.

Up on his knees, with a hand around the base of Daniel’s cock, Mark positions himself over him. He looks at his face, sweating and open-mouthed and messy-haired and smiling at him. Mark knows damn well he’s never, ever seen anything so beautiful, but he bites his lip and doesn’t say it because if Daniel smiles a little wider, looks any more beautiful, this will all be over too soon.

Instead, Mark swallows hard and holds his breath, dropping down enough to feel the blunt pressure of the head of Daniel’s cock against him. Daniel doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, and they both hold the moment between them for a few long seconds. Then Mark sinks down farther, onto Daniel’s cock, and he gasps, his head falling back with the stretch. He slides farther down, taking more and more inside him, feeling too full and too hot and then feeling Daniel’s hips beneath him as he bottoms out.