Platonic (23 page)

He’d planned to last for ages, to draw this out and make Daniel beg, but he isn’t going to last at all. Not feeling like this, not feeling this stretched open and perfectly full. His whole body is alive and Daniel’s skin is against his, his smell permeating him everywhere.

Daniel is kissing him again, pulling him down and kissing him while his hips rock up in small movements, just barely sliding in and out of Mark’s ass and mumbling something incomprehensible into his mouth.

Wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, Mark closes his eyes and wills himself to focus on Daniel, on the feel of him. He pulls his hips up and then drops back down, breath catching deep in his lungs, and stays there as Daniel’s tongue licks across his cheek by accident and he swears into Mark’s ear. Mark does it again and squeezes his cock harder, squeezes his eyes shut tighter and feels them begin to water from how much he wants this to last. He rides Daniel’s cock one more time, hips stuttering up all the way and then slamming back down so the sound of skin on skin echoes around the room along with Daniel’s moan. Then he rolls to the side, scrabbling at Daniel’s hip to keep him inside and against him, and pulls him on top. He finds Daniel’s ear with his teeth and bites at the lobe while Daniel’s cock slides deeper, and then deeper still as Mark’s legs wrap around his waist and pull him down.

Mark cries out and Daniel bucks, and then Mark murmurs, “Fuck me as hard as you want, but don’t let me come.”

Daniel pulls back to stare at him with wide eyes. He nods and draws his hips back, fucking him hard and deep and making Mark’s moan slip higher. Daniel hesitates, not sure what to do, and Mark begs, “Keep going,” and “Fuck me,” and now Daniel couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to.

He pulls his hips back and thrusts in again, and this time he doesn’t stop but repeats the movement again and again, over and over, as hard as he can because Mark is just lying there with half his face pressed into a pillow and his eyes squeezed shut. He smiles and moans and grasps at Daniel’s hips, holding on and willing him forward and,
God,
it feels like heaven.

“So hot,” Daniel says, “So fucking tight and perfect; God, you feel so good. Want this to last, fuck…”

Mark can tell it won’t, and that’s good. “Come inside me,” he says, still holding tight around the base of his cock and trying hard not to get too swept up. His cock is still slick and dark red between them, bumping up against Daniel’s belly every now and then, and he is desperate, begging, needing Daniel to tip over the edge—

So that Mark can fuck him. Mark wants him finished so that he can sink his cock inside Daniel’s ass and fuck him as hard as he wants and come deep inside him, and he knows Daniel wants that too. He fucks Mark harder, faster, chasing his orgasm. He fucks him with long, measured strokes that trip pleasure from the base of his cock all the way to the head and trigger hot twists of pleasure at the base of his spine, tightening his balls. “God, you feel good,” he says, kissing up Mark’s throat. “So fucking good. I’d forgotten,” he adds.

Mark’s breath catches and shudders out of him, his hips bucking up to meet Daniel’s. Mark’s hand scratches up Daniel’s back, from ass to shoulder and then back down, nails digging, hanging on. Then he touches himself, running a hand up his chest and his neck and into his sweat-ruined hair, tugging there as his head thrashes to the other side. He lets out a wrecked breath that sounds near a sob and jerks his hips up hard, taking Daniel’s cock deep inside him and squeezing tight.

Daniel is watching him, dark eyes on his skin and his mouth, staring right into him as his hips thrust and he gets closer and closer. Mark arches and twists, seductive and sexy. He needs Daniel to come inside him now.

“So fucking close, Mark,” Daniel says, and his cock feels so big inside, throbbing friction with every slide, and Daniel utters in a wrecked voice, his hot, open mouth on Mark’s neck, “Gonna come,” and it just makes Mark sob again.

Somehow Mark gets his mouth on the tendon of Daniel’s neck, teeth holding tight and biting hard, only stopping to pull back and plead, “Dan, now,
please.
I’m so close and I can’t—” and then Mark bites down again, cock throbbing under his hand but he won’t come, not yet, not for a few more moments. First, he wants to watch Daniel.

Daniel does as he’s told, grabs Mark’s hips and pushes him down into his bed, getting the smell of them all over Mark’s sheets. He holds him there and fucks him, over and over, as he squeezes his eyes shut tight and lets the throb in his balls build until it feels like he’s going to pass out; and then he fucks deep and rough, all the way inside, Mark’s legs tight around his back, holding him there as he cries out and comes hard.

Mark’s teeth scratch away from Daniel’s neck and he watches Daniel work himself through it. He feels little stutters of Daniel’s hips against his ass, tiny drags inside of him as Daniel’s cock throbs and he spills into the condom. Mark holds his breath and tries to commit this to memory: the lines of Daniel’s face, twisted up in ecstasy, the tendons of his neck standing out stark under red-flushed, sweaty skin and marked up with a hundred bites, all of them Mark’s. He watches the first deep breath Daniel takes as his hips still and he begins to come down, the way Daniel’s chest expands and contracts, the muscles of his arms doing the same.

Swallowing, Mark has to tell him, “You’re beautiful.” Daniel is too undone to do anything but laugh, deep and still breathless.

He slips out of Mark too quickly, making him hiss. Then Daniel flops to the side and sprawls on his back, his fingers pressing lazily around the base of his cock to hold the condom in place. Mark stares across at him; he is still strung out and desperate, still holding himself taut to stop from coming. Daniel just breathes, his eyes shut, face lax with pleasure. Mark keeps watching.

Eventually it is too much, and Mark moves silently closer to Daniel on his hands and knees. It’s not correct etiquette, at this point, to pull the condom away; but he doesn’t care. He reaches out with shaking, careful fingers and pulls it stickily off, knots it and then realizes that the trashcan in the corner has a stack of books resting on top of it. He sure as hell isn’t moving, so he dumps it on the bedside table and moves his eyes back to Daniel’s.

Daniel. Who is almost asleep, whose breathing has almost settled, and who looks just as gorgeous as ever. Mark can’t stop himself from leaning down and kissing Daniel’s hip, tasting the sweat and making him twitch. He kisses Daniel’s softening cock, drawing out both a whimper and the taste of him back across his tongue.

God, Mark needs to fuck him
now
.

Daniel’s eyes are closed and he’s smiling by the time Mark has a condom on and has slicked himself up, but Mark kisses him, and Daniel kisses him lazily back, and then he lets Mark push him into the center of the bed, onto his belly.

Mark kisses down the line of Daniel’s spine and fists his cock even though he’s still as hard as ever. He just needs to be inside Daniel. He needs it and he isn’t going to let himself think about why. He’s just going to take it.

He nudges Daniel’s legs apart with his knees and settles between them, spreading Daniel’s ass and finding his hole pale and hairless and tight, still slick with lube and spit. He drops his whole body over Daniel’s and rocks against him, kissing behind his ear and whispering, “Please tell me I can do this, Dan. Please don’t say no.”

Quiet and languid, two words escape from Daniel’s mouth, and they make Mark want to weep: “Fuck me.”

Daniel’s legs spread even wider, but he hasn’t got the energy to raise himself up. Mark is just fine with that; he sits back a little and spreads Daniel’s ass open with both hands, sliding the head of his cock up the crack and back down, hearing Daniel moan low in his throat and watching the muscle of his hole contract and relax. Gripping his cock with one hand, Mark lines himself up and presses inside.

Daniel twitches beneath him, voice breathy when he whines again, undoubtedly oversensitive and spent, but taking it beautifully anyway. Inch by thick inch disappears inside him and Mark watches it happen, eases the muscles of Daniel’s back and ass with a soothing hand as he drags the motion out over seconds because he has to, Daniel is so damn tight.

Somehow he settles all the way in, his balls pressed up close to Daniel’s, his cock throbbing achingly inside, and Daniel’s hips roll back slightly. It’s too much: Mark laughs for just a moment at how unfair life is to give him this much pleasure and then snatch it away in what he knows will be seconds.

Not that it matters, not when it feels like this and Daniel is oversexed and exhausted under him. Mark leans forward and down and covers Daniel’s body, hooking his chin over Daniel’s shoulder, sliding his arms under Daniel’s and resting his open mouth against Daniel’s jaw.

Daniel whimpers when Mark pushes hard into him the first time in one long, delicious stroke that makes Mark see stars. Daniel whimpers again and twists on the second thrust, and then settles into shivering and panting while Mark lets his hips go, fucking hard and fast and inevitable.

“God, you’re perfect,” spills from Mark’s lips. “So fucking hot,” and then, “So fucking beautiful,” and then, “So fucking mine. You always were.” Mark fucks him hard and holds on for as long as he can—not long at all—and then he simply lets go.

He buries himself and lets his hips jerk against the curve of Daniel’s ass, feels frissons of electricity race their way up his spine and out to his fingertips, making him dig them into Daniel’s shoulders. He comes hard and fast—Jesus,
fuck
—blissful and loud, tearing him apart. He doesn’t hold any of it back, fucking deeper and harder and wringing the last of it from his body until exhaustion overtakes him and he recognizes faintly that this is what it might have felt like for Daniel.

He collapses there for several long seconds. Daniel mumbles something at him about not being able to breathe and Mark forces his limbs to work just long enough to slide agonizingly, slowly off of Daniel’s back and out of his ass.

He’s still hard, but everything twinges with too-muchness. He pulls the condom off and leaves it—rather disgustingly, he notes—beside Daniel’s. Then he collapses right back into the heady heat of Daniel’s skin, pressing up against him and covering him with a leg thrown over his ass, his arms pulling him in.

It takes Mark a confusing few moments to realize that the vibrations he’s feeling are coming from Daniel’s silent laughter. He can’t be bothered to lift his head, but he mumbles, “What?” into Daniel’s hair.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to move again.”

Mark laughs, then, and his brain feels more sluggish than it has all night. Sleep tugs at him. “Such a bad thing?”

“Nuh.”

Mark somehow manages to grab the sheet and pull it up and over them and he can feel Daniel’s heart beating against his skin as he tugs him close. “You know, you’re more stunning now than I ever thought anyone could be,” Mark says, and presses his mouth messily to Daniel’s shoulder. “Ever,” he adds.

Daniel sighs and has to blink once, heavily, to remember where he is. “You too,” he says, and it sounds silly but also as if he means it.

There’s a silence while they both slip in and out of sleep, their minds present but their muscles still trying to unknot, their hearts trying to find a proper rhythm.

“I fucking hate London,” Mark mumbles.

“Yeah?” Daniel replies, arms tightening around Mark’s back. “You want me to stay?”

Mark hums a yes against Daniel’s skin and nuzzles closer.

And before Daniel can find an appropriate response, Mark slips completely into sleep.

CHAPTER 12

Mark wakes up first. It’s still dark outside, so he can’t have slept long. His whole body aches, though, his mouth dry with the taste of stale wine and cheese. He would slip from the bed immediately, except Daniel has a leg wedged in between his, his chilly toes pressing into his calf. Both Daniel’s hands are resting flush against his chest and his head is nestled between them. Mark waits, happy under the weight of him, until Daniel mumbles something in his sleep and shifts. Mark takes the opportunity to push him away.

He pads through the house on quiet feet, drinks a glass of water, and then brings two glasses back to the bed. He lets himself look at Daniel, naked, barely covered and gorgeous. Then he slips into his small bathroom and brushes his teeth.

He doesn’t hesitate before sliding back under the sheets and wrapping both arms around Daniel’s waist, kissing with cool lips the hot skin of Daniel’s shoulder and watching him smile without waking.

***

Mark wakes again when it’s full daylight. For a second he tenses, the lack of alarm making him worry, and then he remembers it’s Saturday. And then he remembers Daniel. Daniel is still pressed up against him, beneath him, but the lines of his body say he’s awake, and when Mark looks up he finds Daniel is staring right back at him with wide brown eyes. “Morning,” Daniel mutters under his breath, and Mark has to smile. He feels shy and silly and he presses his mouth to Daniel’s chest to hide it. He hovers there, the taste of salt on his lips, and then he looks up properly.

“Morning,” Mark says.

Daniel smiles at that and stretches his body—the half Mark still lies on—and winces. Mark doesn’t quite understand why until he does the same and feels his whole body ache, just a little bit, oh so deliciously. Mark ducks down to press another smiling kiss over Daniel’s heart.

When he moves up Daniel’s body to kiss him properly, though, Daniel turns his head to the side with a rueful smile. “I absolutely need to brush my teeth,” he mumbles as Mark settles for kissing the corner of his jaw.

“I don’t mind,” Mark murmurs.

Daniel laughs, and Mark can see him running his tongue over his teeth inside his mouth. “Trust me, you’d mind.”

Mark pouts and decides he won’t, grasps Daniel’s chin in his hand and kisses him square on the mouth. The musk of old alcohol and sleep slips onto his tongue, and it isn’t nice, but it isn’t the worst thing in the world. Daniel under him, however, is definitely one of the very best. The kiss is cut off, though, stopped when Daniel pushes him back, flushed and shaking his head as he fights a grin, turning it into a look that clearly says he thinks Mark is crazy. Mark settles for kissing his temple, licking out between his lips and painting Dan’s salty skin with the peppermint of his toothpaste.