Chapter 9
David lay on his bed and looked up at the beautiful sight of Mark swaying over him sensually, riding his cock in a long, slow ballet of movement that was mesmerizing him. The actor's mouth was open, his eyes were closed, and his fingertips were gently tweaking his own nipples as he rose and fell on David's cock. Soft, breathy sounds were falling from his pink lips, and the writer groaned deep in his throat as his own fingers closed tightly in the sheets on either side of him. This was so amazing! He had no idea how long they'd been like this; time was flowing away, leaving him in a timeless state of rising pleasure. he felt like he was in some perfect dream world, lost in a haze that he never wanted to get out of. He'd never experienced anything like this before, and he loved it...
Mark moved his hips from side-to-side in a slow grinding movement that made him see stars. "So good," the young actor gasped, arching his back. "You feel so good inside of me, David."
"Dear God," he gasped in return, pushing up off his bed a little to drive himself even deeper into that hot tightness.
One of Mark's hands drifted into his own lap. He stroked at his own erection, his head going back a little. "I think I'm gonna come," Mark said breathily.
He couldn't wait to see and feel that. "Come," he gasped. "Come, Mark."
A moan. Mark threw his head back and shuddered, as his cock began to spurt all over his own fingers. His inner muscles tightened and convulsed around David's penis, and he cried out as he reached his own end. He bucked upward as his orgasm seared through him. Then he was falling back on the bed, panting, his eyes glazed. Man, he was wrung out...
Mark half-fell off of him, sliding to the side. He crawled up beside David, draping his naked body up against the writer's and laying his head on David's shoulder. "So tired," he husked. "Maybe we should get cleaned up and get some sleep?"
That sounded wonderful to him. "I'm not sure," he said wearily, "That I can make it to the bathroom."
Mark chuckled, rubbing his chin against David's skin. "You can do it, David. I have faith in you. We can lean on each other."
He encouraged David to get up off the bed, and they stumbled into the bathroom to clean the sweat and bodily fluids off of each other in the shower. Mark soaped up his back, which felt wonderful. They kissed a bit, but nothing more vigorous. They were both worn out after spending nearly the whole day fucking each others' brains out. After the shower, they staggered back to the bed and crawled under the covers, snuggling up together in each others' arms. "This is nice," David commented drowsily.
"Yeah. Let's do it again sometime. How about tomorrow?" Mark said, laughter in his voice.
David wondered if he'd ever get any more writing done. But at this point, he really didn't care. He pulled Mark close and fell asleep, perfectly content with the world and everything in it right now.
David lay in a deck chair and watched his dogsbody swim in the pool. Mark was lazily stroking through the warm water, his tight little ass in those tiny Speedos peeking out of the water over and over again as he swam. David thoroughly appreciated that view. Especially since he knew that Mark would soon pull himself out of the pool and come over to the deck chair, straddling David's body with his own wet, lithe, sexy form. This had become a ritual of theirs over the last few weeks. Mark got his exercise - and then David got some, too, of a slightly different variety. It was a lovely morning habit that he was really enjoying.
Of course, he knew that this glorious golden time had to(partially)come to an end, starting tomorrow. Mark was due on the set of the new TV show that he had a part in, and he'd be gone for most of the afternoon. While he wasn't happy about that fact in one way, in another he was grateful because he could spend the time that Mark was gone getting some work done. He hadn't written even one coherent sentence in the last few weeks. He kept getting distracted by things like the sight of Mark dusting the shelves in his study, wearing nothing but a pair of skin-tight jeans and a cute little t-shirt, and all of the blood would drain from one head to another much lower down. And that was that. The shelves didn't get dusted, he didn't get any writing done, but the desk top DID get a vigorous workout...
He grinned to himself as Mark lithely pulled himself out of the pool and padded toward him. Yes, while he'd miss Mark tomorrow, at least he'd be able to get back to work. Which would make Mark's Uncle Sid very happy, since a writer who wasn't producing anything was NOT something that an agent wanted to have to deal with...
He huffed as his attention was brought back to the present by a wet body dumping itself in his lap. Mark put his hands on David's shoulders and smiled sensually down at him, his eyes low-lidded. "Howdy, David," he purred. He squirmed a little, deliberately, rubbing his Speedo-clad ass over his groin. He groaned, grabbing at Mark's sides as the young actor's smile widened.
Mark leaned down to kiss him. He opened his mouth to accept his lover's tongue, moaning softly. "One of these days," Mark said against his mouth, "We'll have to do it in the pool."
David shuddered at this sexy suggestion, and heard a wicked chuckle just before Mark kissed him again.
"So, your lunch is in the fridge," Mark said, bustling around in the kitchen. "And dinner is in the crock pot. You didn't have to get up this early to see me off, you know," he added, for David's benefit.
He shrugged, hiding a yawn. "I wanted to," he said.
Mark smiled at him and came over to collect a morning kiss. "You're so sweet. Why don't you go back to bed once I'm out the door, though? Get a few more hours sleep. I'll think about you, all snuggly and warm in your bed, when I'm working," he squeezed David's ass through the fabric of the robe he was wearing, his eyes gleaming with a sexy light.
He drew in a deep breath, trying to ignore the erection now straining at the front of his robe. Mark winked at him. "Save that for later, stud," he purred. "When I get home. K?" He patted David's ass again, gave him another kiss, and sailed out of the house to drive to the set where he was due to start filming the new television show today.
The writer wandered back to his bedroom. It was a little too early for him to be awake and coherent, but he'd wanted to see Mark out the door. He pulled off his robe and hung it on the hook on his bedroom door, then crawled back into bed. He lay there missing Mark's warmth and the feel of the actor's body pressed to his. He sighed. He was already used to sleeping with somebody else, even though they'd only been sleeping together for a little over two weeks now.
He closed his eyes. Thoughts of Mark followed him down into sleep, and helped him to have some truly nice dreams.
That afternoon, David locked himself in his study and got down to work. His fingers raced over the keys, trying to keep up with his mind. Time flew away, so he jumped about a foot in the air when a knock sounded on the study door. He blinked, glancing at the clock. It was after five! He shook his head, coming out of his writing fugue. Well, at least he'd gotten a lot of work done today. He saved it before he got to his feet and went to unlock the door, revealing Mark standing there with a grin on his face.
"Hey, baby, did you miss me?" he asked cheerfully, leaning up a little to kiss David on the lips in greeting.
"I really did. Though I got a lot of work done while you were gone," the writer said.
Mark looked pleased. "That's good. Come into the kitchen and let me tell you about my day."
David went with him, interested to hear about what it was like on the set of a television show. He sat at the kitchen table while Mark bustled around ladling up two bowlfuls of beef stew from the crock pot and talked easily. Apparently he'd only been in three scenes, so he'd spent a lot of time on the set waiting. But he'd made friends with two of his co-stars, so he hadn't been bored. David was happy to hear that.
Mark's character had only been in an establishing scene, a 'hanging out by the lockers' scene, and one scene where he'd been sitting on the steps of the school waiting for his mom to pick him up and looking sad, which was the signal for the main character to come and sit down by him and offer advice and solace. "It's weird playing a teenager," he mused as he set the two bowls down on the table and took a seat himself across from David. "I mean, I'm not that old or anything, but still...high school seems like a thousand years away sometimes. You know what I mean?"
"Being ten years older than you, I definitely do," David pointed out dryly as he picked up his spoon.
Mark laughed. "You're not a grandpa yet, David," he teased, his eyes twinkling. "Thirty-five isn't ancient. You've still got plenty of stamina," he went on with a lascivious grin for his lover.
"I need it, to keep up with you," David said wryly.
Mark blew him an air kiss. "And you do it splendidly, Big Daddy," he said.
The next day was a repeat of the last one. David dragged his ass out of bed to see Mark off to the set, then went back to bed to sleep until nine-thirty or so. When he got back up, he ate breakfast and took a leisurely swim in the pool. Then he did some shopping, and when he got back home he went into his study and got down to work. His mind was definitely in overdrive, and he pounded out pages on his computer with enthusiasm. He got so wrapped up in his work that he almost forgot to eat lunch.
A knock on the front door brought him out of his writing state of mind with a jerk at about two o'clock. He looked up, blinking, wondering who it could be. Sid wasn't scheduled to come over, Mark was still at work, and his sister usually called before she came over. It was probably a Jehovah's Witness or something. He got reluctantly to his feet and went to get rid of whoever it was.
He looked through the spy hole on his door, but all he saw was the back of a dark suit. He shrugged and pulled open the door, starting to say: "Hello? Can I help you?" Then his visitor turned around, and his mind froze into a state of complete and total shock. Because he found himself looking at the craggy face and dark eyes of Vladimir Kucinich, Russian mobster and loan shark...
A/N: Uh oh! What's going to happen next?! Let me know if you want the answer to that question! -DL
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David lay on his bed and looked up at the beautiful sight of Mark swaying over him sensually, riding his cock in a long, slow ballet of movement that was mesmerizing him. The actor's mouth was open, his eyes were closed, and his fingertips were gently tweaking his own nipples as he rose and fell on David's cock. Soft, breathy sounds were falling from his pink lips, and the writer groaned deep in his throat as his own fingers closed tightly in the sheets on either side of him. This was so amazing! He had no idea how long they'd been like this; time was flowing away, leaving him in a timeless state of rising pleasure. he felt like he was in some perfect dream world, lost in a haze that he never wanted to get out of. He'd never experienced anything like this before, and he loved it...
Mark moved his hips from side-to-side in a slow grinding movement that made him see stars. "So good," the young actor gasped, arching his back. "You feel so good inside of me, David."
"Dear God," he gasped in return, pushing up off his bed a little to drive himself even deeper into that hot tightness.
One of Mark's hands drifted into his own lap. He stroked at his own erection, his head going back a little. "I think I'm gonna come," Mark said breathily.
He couldn't wait to see and feel that. "Come," he gasped. "Come, Mark."
A moan. Mark threw his head back and shuddered, as his cock began to spurt all over his own fingers. His inner muscles tightened and convulsed around David's penis, and he cried out as he reached his own end. He bucked upward as his orgasm seared through him. Then he was falling back on the bed, panting, his eyes glazed. Man, he was wrung out...
Mark half-fell off of him, sliding to the side. He crawled up beside David, draping his naked body up against the writer's and laying his head on David's shoulder. "So tired," he husked. "Maybe we should get cleaned up and get some sleep?"
That sounded wonderful to him. "I'm not sure," he said wearily, "That I can make it to the bathroom."
Mark chuckled, rubbing his chin against David's skin. "You can do it, David. I have faith in you. We can lean on each other."
He encouraged David to get up off the bed, and they stumbled into the bathroom to clean the sweat and bodily fluids off of each other in the shower. Mark soaped up his back, which felt wonderful. They kissed a bit, but nothing more vigorous. They were both worn out after spending nearly the whole day fucking each others' brains out. After the shower, they staggered back to the bed and crawled under the covers, snuggling up together in each others' arms. "This is nice," David commented drowsily.
"Yeah. Let's do it again sometime. How about tomorrow?" Mark said, laughter in his voice.
David wondered if he'd ever get any more writing done. But at this point, he really didn't care. He pulled Mark close and fell asleep, perfectly content with the world and everything in it right now.
David lay in a deck chair and watched his dogsbody swim in the pool. Mark was lazily stroking through the warm water, his tight little ass in those tiny Speedos peeking out of the water over and over again as he swam. David thoroughly appreciated that view. Especially since he knew that Mark would soon pull himself out of the pool and come over to the deck chair, straddling David's body with his own wet, lithe, sexy form. This had become a ritual of theirs over the last few weeks. Mark got his exercise - and then David got some, too, of a slightly different variety. It was a lovely morning habit that he was really enjoying.
Of course, he knew that this glorious golden time had to(partially)come to an end, starting tomorrow. Mark was due on the set of the new TV show that he had a part in, and he'd be gone for most of the afternoon. While he wasn't happy about that fact in one way, in another he was grateful because he could spend the time that Mark was gone getting some work done. He hadn't written even one coherent sentence in the last few weeks. He kept getting distracted by things like the sight of Mark dusting the shelves in his study, wearing nothing but a pair of skin-tight jeans and a cute little t-shirt, and all of the blood would drain from one head to another much lower down. And that was that. The shelves didn't get dusted, he didn't get any writing done, but the desk top DID get a vigorous workout...
He grinned to himself as Mark lithely pulled himself out of the pool and padded toward him. Yes, while he'd miss Mark tomorrow, at least he'd be able to get back to work. Which would make Mark's Uncle Sid very happy, since a writer who wasn't producing anything was NOT something that an agent wanted to have to deal with...
He huffed as his attention was brought back to the present by a wet body dumping itself in his lap. Mark put his hands on David's shoulders and smiled sensually down at him, his eyes low-lidded. "Howdy, David," he purred. He squirmed a little, deliberately, rubbing his Speedo-clad ass over his groin. He groaned, grabbing at Mark's sides as the young actor's smile widened.
Mark leaned down to kiss him. He opened his mouth to accept his lover's tongue, moaning softly. "One of these days," Mark said against his mouth, "We'll have to do it in the pool."
David shuddered at this sexy suggestion, and heard a wicked chuckle just before Mark kissed him again.
"So, your lunch is in the fridge," Mark said, bustling around in the kitchen. "And dinner is in the crock pot. You didn't have to get up this early to see me off, you know," he added, for David's benefit.
He shrugged, hiding a yawn. "I wanted to," he said.
Mark smiled at him and came over to collect a morning kiss. "You're so sweet. Why don't you go back to bed once I'm out the door, though? Get a few more hours sleep. I'll think about you, all snuggly and warm in your bed, when I'm working," he squeezed David's ass through the fabric of the robe he was wearing, his eyes gleaming with a sexy light.
He drew in a deep breath, trying to ignore the erection now straining at the front of his robe. Mark winked at him. "Save that for later, stud," he purred. "When I get home. K?" He patted David's ass again, gave him another kiss, and sailed out of the house to drive to the set where he was due to start filming the new television show today.
The writer wandered back to his bedroom. It was a little too early for him to be awake and coherent, but he'd wanted to see Mark out the door. He pulled off his robe and hung it on the hook on his bedroom door, then crawled back into bed. He lay there missing Mark's warmth and the feel of the actor's body pressed to his. He sighed. He was already used to sleeping with somebody else, even though they'd only been sleeping together for a little over two weeks now.
He closed his eyes. Thoughts of Mark followed him down into sleep, and helped him to have some truly nice dreams.
That afternoon, David locked himself in his study and got down to work. His fingers raced over the keys, trying to keep up with his mind. Time flew away, so he jumped about a foot in the air when a knock sounded on the study door. He blinked, glancing at the clock. It was after five! He shook his head, coming out of his writing fugue. Well, at least he'd gotten a lot of work done today. He saved it before he got to his feet and went to unlock the door, revealing Mark standing there with a grin on his face.
"Hey, baby, did you miss me?" he asked cheerfully, leaning up a little to kiss David on the lips in greeting.
"I really did. Though I got a lot of work done while you were gone," the writer said.
Mark looked pleased. "That's good. Come into the kitchen and let me tell you about my day."
David went with him, interested to hear about what it was like on the set of a television show. He sat at the kitchen table while Mark bustled around ladling up two bowlfuls of beef stew from the crock pot and talked easily. Apparently he'd only been in three scenes, so he'd spent a lot of time on the set waiting. But he'd made friends with two of his co-stars, so he hadn't been bored. David was happy to hear that.
Mark's character had only been in an establishing scene, a 'hanging out by the lockers' scene, and one scene where he'd been sitting on the steps of the school waiting for his mom to pick him up and looking sad, which was the signal for the main character to come and sit down by him and offer advice and solace. "It's weird playing a teenager," he mused as he set the two bowls down on the table and took a seat himself across from David. "I mean, I'm not that old or anything, but still...high school seems like a thousand years away sometimes. You know what I mean?"
"Being ten years older than you, I definitely do," David pointed out dryly as he picked up his spoon.
Mark laughed. "You're not a grandpa yet, David," he teased, his eyes twinkling. "Thirty-five isn't ancient. You've still got plenty of stamina," he went on with a lascivious grin for his lover.
"I need it, to keep up with you," David said wryly.
Mark blew him an air kiss. "And you do it splendidly, Big Daddy," he said.
The next day was a repeat of the last one. David dragged his ass out of bed to see Mark off to the set, then went back to bed to sleep until nine-thirty or so. When he got back up, he ate breakfast and took a leisurely swim in the pool. Then he did some shopping, and when he got back home he went into his study and got down to work. His mind was definitely in overdrive, and he pounded out pages on his computer with enthusiasm. He got so wrapped up in his work that he almost forgot to eat lunch.
A knock on the front door brought him out of his writing state of mind with a jerk at about two o'clock. He looked up, blinking, wondering who it could be. Sid wasn't scheduled to come over, Mark was still at work, and his sister usually called before she came over. It was probably a Jehovah's Witness or something. He got reluctantly to his feet and went to get rid of whoever it was.
He looked through the spy hole on his door, but all he saw was the back of a dark suit. He shrugged and pulled open the door, starting to say: "Hello? Can I help you?" Then his visitor turned around, and his mind froze into a state of complete and total shock. Because he found himself looking at the craggy face and dark eyes of Vladimir Kucinich, Russian mobster and loan shark...
A/N: Uh oh! What's going to happen next?! Let me know if you want the answer to that question! -DL
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