“Your shirt.Off.”Lucas raised an eyebrow.“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.Anything not covered by atowel, I’ve seen.So show me again.”
This wasn’t quite how Mark had seen thingsgoing, but he obediently reached up and began unbuttoning hisshirt.Lucas watched intently, stepping back a little so he couldsee better.
“This feels uncomfortable,” Mark said.“LikeI’m on display.”
“You don’t have to do it,” Lucas said calmly.“If you don’t want to, don’t.”
“And then what happens?”
Lucas shrugged.“I have no idea.”He watchedMark for a moment longer before taking pity on him, steppingforward and bringing his hands to the half-buttoned placket ofMark’s shirt.“Okay,” he said softly, and his kiss was sweet andgentle.
Mark pushed away abruptly.He wasn’t a shylittle kid.This wasn’t his first time.And Lucas was asking to seeless skin than Mark had displayed any time he’d gone swimming inthe past thirty years.He quickly finished unbuttoning his shirtand shrugged it off his shoulders onto the floor.
The appreciation in Lucas’s eyes was the onlyreward Mark needed.He stood still, his arms hanging just a littleout from his sides, and let Lucas look.
“Turn around?”Lucas suggested, and Mark didas he was told.
He could sense Lucas approaching but he stilljumped a little at the first warm touch on his shoulder blades.Fingertips, Mark realized, making the same tiny circles that hisown had made on Lucas’s arms.Then a kiss, then more circles, thenanother kiss.Mark couldn’t anticipate the spots that would receivespecial attention, couldn’t find a pattern to any of it, and hegave up trying fairly quickly.It didn’t matter.
Lucas nuzzled in over Mark’s shoulder andkissed his ear.“Your skin’s so smooth,” he murmured.“Noscars?”
“There’s one on my thigh.I think that’sit.”
“Let me see it?”
Mark only hesitated a moment before hebrought his hands to the button of his pants.Yes, Lucas could seethe scar.He could see whatever he wanted, touch wherever hewanted.Mark was his, and there was no point pretendingotherwise.
He shimmied out of the pants and let themfall to the floor, his hands cupping protectively over the erectiontenting his practical navy boxers.Lucas’s hands snaked around frombehind Mark, following the line of his arms down until theirfingers laced together, both of them cupping Mark’s hard cock.Lucas pressed his fingers in more tightly, bringing Mark’s alongwith them, and Mark groaned at the new pressure wrapping around hismost sensitive flesh.
“What about the scar?”he managed to gasp,and he felt Lucas’s breath huff against his ear.
“I got distracted,” Lucas admitted, and hetightened his grip a little and began moving their hands, gentlystroking Mark through the cotton of his underwear.
“Lucas,” Mark gasped.“I’m not going to lastlong, not if you keep that up.”
Another huff of laughter.“Got a bit of ahair trigger, do you?”Lucas kissed his neck, then nipped a little.“That’s fucking hot, thinking that you get excited so fast.”
“Only with you,” Mark managed.He couldn’tsay for sure that his words were true.It might be Lucas, it mightbe the years of abstinence.Most likely it was some combination ofthe two, but it was undeniable that he was about to embarrasshimself and Lucas didn’t seem inclined to help him avoid thehumiliation.
Lucas actually seemed interested in speedingthings along a little.His free hand slipped inside Mark’s boxersand took over the grip from Lucas’s other hand, the thrill of skinon skin almost lost in all the other sensations.The envelopingwarmth was even tighter now, the motion more rhythmic andinsistent.Mark gasped and tried to find some way to controlhimself, something to save him from tumbling over the edge.ThenLucas shifted behind him and Mark could feel Lucas’s own hardness,through the fabric of underwear and jeans, pressing into Mark’sass, edging between his cheeks, and there was no point in fightinganymore.
He groaned something incomprehensible as hisbody arched and spasmed.He could feel Lucas behind him, one armwrapped around his chest and holding him up, the other tight anddemanding on his cock, milking him through the first explosion andthen all the trembling aftershocks.He was dimly aware of Lucasmuttering nonsensical encouragement into his ear, and then, as hecame back to himself, of Lucas’s lips on his neck, his jaw,stretching forward but not quite reaching his mouth.
“So beautiful,” Lucas murmured as he easedhis hand out of Mark’s underwear, wiping it on the fabric as hewent.“So perfect.”He eased himself around Mark’s body and pressedtheir fronts together, Mark’s near-nudity against Lucas’s jeans andT-shirt.Lucas kissed Mark, deep and sweet, and it honestly feltlike he was willing to let things end there even though Mark couldfeel Lucas’s hardness braced against his own groin.
But just because Lucas wasn’t making demandsit didn’t mean Mark didn’t have responsibilities.Privileges.“Whatcan I do?”he asked.“What do you like?”
Lucas’s grin was half sweet, half wolfish.“Ilike a lot of things.”He kissed Mark before adding, “Mostly, Ilike you.”
“Okay,” Mark said uncertainly.“But what partof me?What can I do for you?”
Lucas squinted at him.“Mark?That stuff wejust did?That wasn’t for you.That was for me.I’ve been wantingto do that for days, wanting to know what you sound like, what youfeel like when you come.It wasn’t a present, or a favor.”Heshrugged.“If you feel like doing something with me, go for it.Ifyou don’t—”
“I do,” Mark said quickly.“I just…there’s somany options!”
There was a hint of sadness in Lucas’s smile.“Well, hopefully we’ll have time to go through some of those in thefuture.For now, just pick one.Or more than one, if you’re feelingambitious.”
Mark nodded slowly.Pick something.Dowhatever he wanted.With Lucas.Yeah, he could think of lots ofoptions.He smiled and laced his fingers through Lucas’s.“Comeon,” he said, tugging gently.“I want you horizontal.”
