It took him by surprise. Even for something as minute as this, Francis asked if he wanted to continue? He smiled slightly and pushed the underwear off his hips. “Green.”
“Good to know.” Francis scooted to the edge of the couch and spread his legs. “Come here.”
Mark swallowed and took the few steps separating them and stood almost between Francis’s thighs. When Francis just sat there, not saying or doing anything, Mark got nervous. “Then what?”
“Then you wait and use your safewords if you need to.”
Mark nodded and tried to figure out where to look. Watching Francis seemed odd, he felt almost shy, with the way Francis’s gaze mapped his body.
“You have a great body, Mark,” Francis murmured, but still didn’t touch him.
Suddenly Mark noticed that his cock started to take interest in the proceedings, and he had no fucking clue how to feel about that. Being watched turned him on now?
“Keep your hands on your sides,” Francis advised, and then finally,finally, lifted his own hands.
He just didn’t touch Mark. Instead, he moved them close enough to Mark’s skin that he could feel the heat of his palms on his hips, then on his stomach and chest, arms, and hands, and thighs.
By the time Francis had done another circuit, Mark was trembling, hard, and overwhelmed.
“Bedroom?” Francis asked, the first word he’d spoken in a few minutes, and Mark jumped, then nodded toward the back of the house. “Lead the way.”
Mark walked through his little home, naked, hard, and trembling, constantly listening to Francis’s movements. When he was sure the man was following him, he relaxed.
In the bedroom Francis went to the bed and pulled back the blankets, then looked at Mark. “Settle in the middle, on your stomach. Make sure you’re comfortable.”
It felt a bit weird to be ordered around like this, without Francis touching him like last time. Mark climbed onto the bed and crawled to the middle, then did his best to gather his pillows under his head, and had the sense to make sure his dick wasn’t bent awkwardly.
“Good,” Francis hummed. He was taking his clothes off, too, and that made everything feel more equal. Mark recognized he needed that on some level
Francis got naked and got onto the bed, straddling Mark’s thighs. Then he began to touch him again, but with pressure this time. Francis let his hands glide over Mark’s back, digging his thumbs into his shoulders and next to his shoulder blades.
“Are you massaging me?” Mark blurted out when he figured out what was happening.
Francis chuckled and the movement caused his lower body to press against Mark’s ass. Francis didn’t feel hard, so was he even enjoying this?
“Yes, I am. All you got to do is to relax and let me take care of you, okay?” Mark looked at him from the corner of his eye as much as he could and tried to gauge Francis’s expression. “I just want to touch you, Mark. Color?”
“Green,” Mark breathed out the word, and hid his face in the pillow.
He tried to remember when he’d been touched by someone who actually wanted to touch him? Sure, Erin could give him a playful sideways hug sometimes, and Jason or even the sheriff might clap him on the shoulder. Those were casual touches, though. They were nothing like this, because Francis was meticulous and slow, and almost reverent. Not even his hookups touched him more than necessary, and those weren’tthiskind of touching anyway.
Mark relaxed into the sheets, and Francis immediately said, “Good. You’re so gorgeous. You have no idea how you look, Mark.” Francis leaned closer to him and nipped at his shoulder with his teeth, hard enough for it to sting. Mark let out a surprised gasp and felt Francis’s smile against his skin.
“That feel good?” Francis murmured into his ear, making him shiver.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He moved to lie on top of Mark like a human blanket.
They were skin to skin from head to toe, and Mark felt like melting into a puddle suddenly. The weight of Francis was grounding. Mark noticed he wasn’t hard anymore, but it didn’t matter, not when he was feeling this good in other ways.
After a couple of minutes, Francis rolled off him and coaxed him to turn onto his back. Mark looked at him curiously.
“Spread your legs for me,” Francis said gently, then moved between his thighs and began the process of touching him again.
Mark’s eyes fluttered shut, and he let the relaxation take him wherever. This didn’t feel like a hookup, or maybe it just wasn’t anything like any of the previous hookups he’d had. There was no real urgency to this, and as he started to slowly feel just the tiniest bit floaty, Mark wondered if this was the kind of sex people had with their partners.
When Francis leaned over to touch his face, he could feel Francis’s cock next to his own. They were both getting hard, and still there was no rush.
