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                            Chapter 8








     David hunched over his laptop, trying not to whimper miserably. His body was in total revolt, throbbing heavily. Especially his groin. Damn it! He couldn't get any work done; he hadn't written a single coherent sentence in the last half-an-hour. That's because his oh-so-efficient dogsbody had come into his study to dust a little while ago; and he'd been unable to look away when Mark had risen on tiptoe to dust the top of his bookshelf. He'd seen the way that the jeans that Mark was wearing had pulled taut over his ass, and had fought not to groan aloud in despairing lust. 
 
  It had been three weeks. Three weeks of torment, as Mark had unconsciously driven him crazy with lust. The young actor was always doing things that were incredibly sexy - from wearing skin-tight t-shirts and jeans while he cooked in the kitchen, to coming into the house and passing David's study after his morning swims wearing nothing but his cute little Speedo with a towel draped around his neck. Though that wasn't the worst - the worst was when Mark would dance around the kitchen to the music on the radio, shaking his slim hips in a sexy rumba that made David's mouth go dry and his head spin. The actor had no idea of his effect on David. He had no idea that he was tormenting the writer, driving him mad with repressed arousal and longing. Oh, well. When he went insane, at least he'd have peace in the padded room they locked him in...
    
Miserably he rubbed at his forehead with his fingers. He supposed that he should go out and try dating, maybe find somebody other than his amazingly sexy but unavailable dogsbody.  That would be a great plan. Too bad that all he wanted was Mark, and he didn't want to go and find somebody else...Oh, hell. Maybe going crazy wouldn't be so bad after all...



   Mark stood in the kitchen and frowned. He was getting a little frustrated. He'd practically thrown himself on David over the course of the last three weeks, and the writer STILL wasn't taking the bait! He KNEW that David wanted him; he couldn't miss the oh-so-obvious signs. So why wasn't he grabbing Mark and throwing him onto the nearest hard surface? Why had all of his sexy ploys failed? What was he doing wrong here?

   He scowled to himself. He'd just about had enough of this! He wanted to get laid, and he wanted it now! And the person he wanted to get laid with clearly wanted him too, so why was he still going to bed alone at night? What the hell else did he have to do? Strip naked in front of David and pour chocolate sauce all over himself, then write 'fuck me, you stud' in the chocolate on his chest with one finger? 

   Hmm, that wasn't a bad idea at all. It would be extremely sexy, that was for sure. Mark seriously considered doing it, but decided at the last moment to just be as honest and straight-forward as possible. So he turned and marched out into the hallway and down to David's study, knocking on the closed door. 

"Come in!" he heard David's voice call.   

Mark pushed the door open. The writer looked rather guilty about something; he wondered briefly if he'd interrupted David in the midst of a masturbation session. Mmm, what a hot thought! But he pushed it away and straightened his shoulders as he met David's eyes squarely. "W-What can I do for you, Mark?" the writer asked, sounding uncertain.

 "Just one thing," he replied sharply. "You can tell me WHY you haven't made a move on me, David?! What do I have to do? Take up naked jell-o wrestling in the backyard?"

 David's mouth fell open and his eyes widened. He looked so startled and taken aback that Mark realized that the writer had had no idea that his 'come-hither' moves had all been intentional. He wanted to shake his head in pure disbelief. Had David REALLY not known that Mark was teasing him deliberately? Trying to get him all hot and bothered so he'd make a move? Geez, this guy was clueless! Totally sweet and utterly sexy, but clueless...time to fill him in on everything.

 "David, I have been doing my damndest the last three weeks to get you all worked up so you'd jump on me," he said in faint exasperation. "I did everything I could think of, from parading past your door wearing nothing but a Speedo to doing the sexiest dances I could think of whenever you came into the kitchen. If dancing expresses body language, mine was trying to say: 'Come and have sex with me, big boy!'  I'm going a little crazy, here. What else can I do to get you to understand that I want you to sleep with me?"

 David blinked, and his voice was a bit hoarse when he said: "You've...really been doing all of that...deliberately?"

 Mark snorted. "Hell, yeah! I might as well have been wearing a sign around my neck reading: David Anderson, please fuck me now! It's the only way I could have been clearer about the fact that I'm trying to seduce you."

  "Oh. Well...I just didn't think that someone like you...someone so young and attractive...would be interested in a person like me. I'm not very exciting, I'm almost ten years older than you, I..."

 "Stop right there," Mark said, holding up a staying hand. "I'm sorry, but so-called 'exciting' guys are usually the ones who cheat on you the first chance that they get. And I think that you're funny, and intelligent, and interesting, even if you're not 'exciting' per se. Also, I think you're super-sexy."

 "You do?" David sounded bemused. 

   Mark laughed. "Yes, I do. I've always been turned on by guys with big...brains, and you definitely qualify. As for the age thing, who cares?! Lots of gay guys end up with men older than they are, because usually it's difficult for them to find a partner who wants what they want in a guy their own age. Most gay men my age are having sex with anything that moves. If I tried dating one of them, I'd be driven nuts when they wouldn't be faithful. Besides, older guys are more experienced. They take their time, and they think about their partner's pleasure as well as their own. Guys my age can be pretty selfish. All they want is 'wham, bam, thank you, sir', then to go onto the next guy without a backward glance. I'll admit I've dated a few guys who were close to my own age, but none of them ever lasted for very long. My longest relationship, in fact, was almost two years with a man who was eight years older than I am. We broke up because we just weren't working anymore, but while it lasted it was great."

   David licked at his lips a little. "I feel like a man living in a dream world," he began. "I mean, Mark, you could have anybody that you want..."
 
Mark laughed again, beginning to walk toward him with a sinuous sway to his hips. "Yeah, I can," he agreed throatily. "And I happen to want YOU.  Doesn't that make you happy?"

 The writer nodded helplessly, looking up into his eyes as Mark bent over his desk. Mark smiled wickedly. "Good," he breathed, just before he closed his lips over David's in the kind of kiss that the writer had only dreamed about having with him before this...



       David lost track of time after that. Their lips and tongues melded and merged in a dizzying oscular display. Somehow or other, Mark ended up straddling his lap in his chair. The young actor was rubbing his jeans-clad behind against David's groin, making him feel like he was going to explode at any moment. Slim hands had wormed their way into the opening at the neck of his shirt, and were stroking over his skin in time with their frenzied kissing. Was this really happening?

   Mark pulled away at last. "So are you convinced that  I want you, David?" he husked, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.

 "I might be," the writer replied hoarsely. 

Mark chuckled, then swooped down to nibbled at his jaw line and right ear. 

"You're so sexy, David," he hissed into that ear, making the writer groan. 

His hands spanned the slim waist, and he slid them up under Mark's t-shirt. "You're really sure about this?" he asked.

   Mark ground downward, making David gasp. "No, I'm not," he said dryly. "That's why I'm sitting on your lap kissing you."

   The writer might have said something else, but Mark forestalled him by taking his lips in another deep, eating kiss.  His hands slid downward almost involuntarily, finding a tight ass under the jeans and squeezing it. Mark made a noise against his lips, wriggling enticingly. His tongue danced in David's mouth, and the writer stopped caring in the least about whether Mark 'really' wanted this or not...

   Fingers found the front of his shirt, and made short work of the buttons. Mark nipped at his lower lip enticingly as he pulled away, pushing the front of the shirt open to bare David's chest. "Mm, been wanting to see this again since I helped you get undressed and put you to bed that first day," he remarked throatily. He ran his hands over David's bare skin, making the writer shudder. 

Mark pulled his own t-shirt over his head, showing off his lovely body to David's dazed eyes. He tossed it away onto the floor, then set his fingers at the front clasp of the jeans. Looking down at David with lidded eyes, he began to undo the snap and pull down the zipper slowly. He shoved the jeans down his hips as the writer fought for breath, then paused. "Do you want to see the rest?" he asked huskily.

"Oh, please," David groaned, begging abjectly. 

Mark grinned evilly. Licking his lips, he rose up a bit and pushed the jeans the rest of the way down his hips. David made a small noise when he saw Mark's hard cock, rising up in a charming curve away from the dark hair at his groin. "Touch me," Mark urged him, and he did just that with alacrity. 

   His fingers closed over Mark's cock, and he stroked it. The young actor moaned, his lips parting as he watched David touch him. He gathered droplets from the tip of the twitching organ in his hand, slicking his fingers to make movement easier. "Ah, God, that feels good," Mark gasped.  

   Mark wriggled off his lap suddenly, drawing himself out of David's grip. before he could protest, Mark knelt down in front of him and went to work at the front of his pants.  "Gotta see you naked too, David," he purred. 
The writer's breathing faltered as Mark's long fingers parted the front of his pants and wormed their way into his underwear. Mark made a sound of appreciation as he pulled David's cock out and looked at it.  "Yummy," he said, just before he bent his head and took David's cock into his warm, soft mouth.  

"Oooh, shit," he gasped, as Mark's black head began to bob at his groin. He spread his legs helplessly and let the young actor do what he would, which included a tongue swirling over the mushroom head of his cock in a way that made him throw back his head and moan gutturally...

    "Mark...I'm gonna..." he gasped. it head been so long since he'd had any stimulation except for his own hand that he couldn't hold back.

 Mark licked saucily at the tip of his cock as he sat back on his heels. "Uh uh," he chided, wagging a finger at David. "You don't get to come yet.  I need some, too, David. And you're going to give it to me."

   Mark rose to his feet and hurriedly stepped out of his jeans. "There'll be time for foreplay later," he grated. "Right now, if I don't get fucked I'm going to lose it. On the desk. Do me, David!" and he thrust a bunch of papers to the floor and draped himself over the writer's desk, wiggling his ass invitingly at David. "Come on!" he said over his shoulder.  

David was happy to. He stumbled to his feet and pushed his own pants down his legs, only hesitating when he remembered that he didn't have any of the necessary supplies on hand. "Mark? I don't have any..." he began.

 "Check the right front pocket of my jeans," the young actor said impatiently. 

David bent over and picked up Mark's jeans from the floor. In the right front pocket was a travel-size tube of lubrication and two silver-foil condom packets. He stared at them as Mark said: "I come prepared. I figured you wouldn’t have stuff like that, and I was NOT going to stop in the middle so that you could run to a drug store."

   "Good thinking," David remarked as he began to tear open the foil packet. He didn't care in the least that Mark had been carrying this stuff around with him; in fact, he was flattered that the actor wanted him so much. He pulled on the condom hurriedly, smoothing it over his cock with a slight grimace. He wanted this just as much as Mark did; the thought of sliding into the tight ass displayed so temptingly on his desktop was making him feel a little dizzy. 

"Hurry! David, please!" Mark nearly wailed, jinking his hips. 

The fact that he wanted this so much was making David crazy...but in a much different way than twenty minutes ago. His fingers fumbled as he squirted some lube on his cock, then stepped up to the desk and reached down to part the cheeks of Mark's ass. "Are you sure that you don't want me to...?" he began on concern. 

"If you don’t stick your dick into me in the next five seconds, I might be tempted to put an ipecac in your food," Mark ground out. "You can show me your technique later. For now, just fuck me!"

  "Okay," David said, and did just that. He groaned as he sank into Mark in one stroke, not caring at the moment if he was causing the young actor any pain. But from the noises Mark made when he pushed in, it wasn’t pain that he was feeling. 

"Yeah," Mark moaned, pushing back at him. "Do it!"

 David was happy to. He began to thrust, gripping Mark’s hips with his hands, lost in the feel of the velvety muscles closing around him so sweetly. Mark was panting and pushing back for more, his fingers scrabbling at the top of the desk. David stared down at the pale, sweat-limned skin of his back, loving the sounds pouring from Mark's throat as he began to move faster.  He squeezed the pair of firm buttocks in front of him, making Mark gasp and jerk up a little. "Ah, fuck, yeah!" he nearly screamed. "Fuck me, David!"

And he did. Harder, faster, driving into the sweating, beautiful body sprawled on his desk...David was panting, giving it his all, and Mark was responding so beautifully that he was finally really losing his mind...All he wanted now was to come, to empty his balls, to feel that rush of pure pleasure. Mark groaned, and reached down with one hand to begin jerking himself off in time with David's rhythmic thrusts. "I'm gonna...come!" he gasped. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna come with you inside of me! Ah, fuck, Davviddd!!"

This wail came as the muscles around his cock began to convulse, and Mark's body jerked and thrashed as he began to come all over the side of David's desk.  His cries, and the fell of those muscles gripping him, was too much for the writer. He gasped as he began to empty himself into the condom, gripping Mark's slim hips in a death-like hold as he shoved in one last time and lost it completely. 

   "Ooo, fuck," Mark said languidly, collapsing across the desk unmoving. "That was soo good, David."

 The writer had to agree. Quick as it had been, that had also been the best sex he'd ever had in his life. What would it be like when they went slower and took their time? He shuddered to think about how good THAT would be. And now that the first, hurried time was out of the way, they could explore and play to their heart's content. Man, he was really looking forward to the next few hours... 




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