They wrapped up the party after a while, and everyone started to either move inside or toward the cars.
“Mark,” Francis called to him before he could leave.
Mark jogged back to him to the porch. “What’s up?”
“On your way back, make sure you’re hard for me by the time you step inside our bedroom.”
Mark swallowed, his eyes widening. “O-okay.” Then he half-stumbled back to the car and left to take their local guests home.
Francis and the NJ gang cleaned up a bit so things would be easier to handle in the morning, and then retreated to their bedrooms for the night.
Francis took a thorough shower and waited in the bedroom for Mark to arrive.
He didn’t bother putting on clothes and sat with his towel around his hips in the armchair by the window. He’d cracked the window open for fresh air, and closed his eyes as he listened to the house creak around him.
He heard a burst of feminine laughter from one of the guestrooms down the hall and smiled. The rumble of Mark’s car reached him next, and he couldn’t help the way his cock flexed under the towel. The anticipation was real, and he needed to be on top of things—so to speak—tonight to make this good for them both.
Mark moved quietly through the house and the bedroom door opened without more than a tiny squeak of the hinges. Mark stepped inside and closed the door.
When he turned, he twitched at the surprise of seeing Francis in the chair.
“Come here,” Francis murmured.
Mark took a step, then paused. “Can I take my shoes off first?”
“Sure. Good thinking.”
Mark toed off his sneakers and his socks, then padded to Francis and stopped in front of him.
Francis could see the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans, and reached to caress it with the back of his fingers.
Mark hissed and swayed a little.
“You’ve been good,” Francis said. “Did exactly what I asked you to do for me, didn’t you?”
Mark nodded. “Y-yes.” His hands were at his sides, fists clenching and releasing as he tried to hold still.
“You’ve been good.” Francis repeated as he pressed against Mark’s bulge more firmly. “I think you deserve a reward.”
He pulled his hand away. Mark’s eyes were a bit glazed, as if he was sinking already.
“Sweetheart, take off your clothes for me.”
Francis watched as Mark jerked into action, fumbling only a little as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled open the button fly of his jeans. He was undressed in no time, but he still put his clothes on the end of the bed, because Francis was sitting on what had become their usual clothes-dumping spot.
Mark turned around, his cock bobbing as he walked back to where he’d been standing before.
“Kneel for me,” Francis said, keeping his voice low and even. That tone seemed to do things to Mark, and Francis reveled in the way the instant obedience made him feel.
Mark went to his knees smoothly, then looked at Francis, but didn’t meet his eyes.
“Color?”
“Green.” Mark seemed relaxed, the word came out in a calm, even tone.
“All right.” For a moment, he watched Mark. Then he reached out and ran his fingers through Mark’s hair. “I love it how you go a bit red. So, so handsome.”
He could feel Mark’s blush heat his fingers when he moved them to his cheek.
