Sex in the Sky

As the twins and Dorian collapsed onto the bed, Jordan pulled up the overstuffed armchair. He settled down into it, draping a leg over one arm and made no qualms about rubbing his hand over his cock. It was hard to remember Gabriele and Lucca were brothers when they had Dorian sandwiched between them.

Dorian was stretched out on top of Gabriele, caught in a heated kiss as Gabriele spread the cheeks of his ass apart. Lucca knelt behind him and Dorian cried out in Gabriele’s mouth as Lucca’s tongue plunged inside him. Gabriele pulled Dorian’s legs up, spreading them more for Lucca.

Lifting his hips, Jordan shoved his pants down to his ankles and sank back in the chair. He gripped his cock and stroked it slowly, biting his lip as Lucca continued to tongue-fuck Dorian until Dorian was writhing. When Lucca pulled away, they rolled Dorian over onto his back. Gabriele moved to kneel at Dorian’s head while Lucca spread Dorian’s legs.

“Please,” Dorian whispered. His hungry, needy gaze slid to Jordan and Jordan shivered.

Lucca took the bottle of lube from Gabriele and slicked his cock. Gabriele held Dorian’s ankles, pulling his legs up and apart, spreading him open. A small sound escaped Jordan as Lucca rubbed the head of his cock over Dorian’s hole. Dorian gasped and rocked his hips, straining against Gabriele’s hold. Then Lucca leaned forward, sinking his cock balls-deep in Dorian’s ass as he shoved his tongue down Gabriele’s throat.

Jordan’s jerks on his cock sped up as his heart leapt into his throat. “Oh, fuck…” His breath left him altogether as Gabriele pulled away from Lucca’s lips and thrust his cock into Dorian’s waiting mouth.

Dorian’s body arched, caught between Gabriele’s cock in his mouth and Lucca’s in his ass. He gripped Gabriele’s hips, guiding him with every stroke. The tip of Dorian’s cock glistened with pre-come, presenting an irresistible temptation. Jordan kicked his pants off and got up. He crawled across the bed, but instead of sucking Dorian down his throat like he had planned, he slicked Dorian’s cock and straddled him. Dorian squealed around Gabriele’s cock and bucked his hips, driving his cock deep inside Jordan.

Jordan dug his fingers into Dorian’s chest, riding the cock inside him harder than he ever had before. When Gabriele leaned forward, Jordan opened for him immediately, moaning as that hot tongue darted across his own. Gabriele’s mouth tasted sweet and rich, and something told him Lucca’s kiss would be deeper in taste, like a smooth musk. He felt lips brush the back of his shoulder and he shuddered as Lucca’s tongue traced a line from his shoulder to his neck. Beneath them, Dorian bucked and writhed, his cries of desperation muffled by Gabriele’s cock in his mouth.

“Come for me, Dorian,” Jordan said breathlessly as he pulled away from Gabriele’s lips. “Shove your cock up my ass and come hard.”

That seemed to be all Dorian needed to trip over the edge. His fingernails raked over Gabriele’s pale hips as his body shook, his cock pulsing deep inside Jordan as he came. It was enough to send Lucca over and when he thrust hard into Dorian, his fangs sank into Jordan’s neck, starting a chain reaction through Jordan’s body. Jordan cried out and shuddered, his cock pumping his seed over Dorian’s chest. The last one left was Gabriele and one of Dorian’s hands slipped down to slide two fingers into his mouth, then they disappeared under Gabriele. Seconds later Gabriele buried his cock in Dorian’s throat as he came, the trembling of his body nearly enough to make Jordan come all over again.

When they all stopped shaking, they released Dorian. Jordan collapsed onto Dorian’s chest, breathless and laughing. Dorian’s arms circled him, holding him close.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Dorian nodded, purring softly in Jordan’s ear. “I haven’t come that hard in quite some time.”

Jordan chuckled and lifted his head enough for a kiss. He moaned softly when he tasted Gabriele on Dorian’s tongue. He felt the bed shift as the twins settled down, and a few minutes later, he heard the unmistakable soft sounds of kissing. He turned his head, ending his kiss with Dorian, to see Lucca hovering over Gabriele, their lips locked in a deep, loving kiss.

“Whoa,” he said. “Now that…is fucking hot.”

Gabriele laughed and Lucca dipped his head to nip playfully at his brother’s throat. “There’s always more where that came from,” Gabriele said. He purred softly as Lucca licked his shoulder. “Always.”

* * *

“Have you tasted his blood?”

Jordan looked up from the book open on the bed in front of him, only to meet a stern, pale blue gaze. “No. Why?”

Lucca nodded. “Because if you had, any vampire could smell him on you, including Viktor. Dorian’s worried for your safety. What do you know about Viktor?”

Jordan marked his place and closed his book. “Everything, I think. I know what, or rather who, he’s after. How can a man hold such a strong hold on his brother?”

Lucca let out a heavy sigh and sat down in the armchair beside the bed. “That is hard to explain. Dorian told us you have a sister, but brothers are different. There’s always a strong need to protect when it’s a sister, but with a brother, especially a younger one, sometimes that protectiveness can turn to possessiveness. Curiosity started the affair between Viktor and Dorian, but the need for control keeps that spark alive for Viktor.”

“I remember you and Gabriele telling Dorian to let you handle things,” Jordan said. “How?”

Lucca’s expression was unreadable and his tone even. “We will kill him.”

Jordan’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. “Kill him? But he’s Dorian’s brother!”

“He will be the death of Dorian if he continues to live, Jordan,” Lucca said sternly. “We love Dorian; we would spare nothing to keep him safe.”

“Why Dorian? Why are you two so protective of him?”

Lucca smiled. “Because we share the same sire. Lorik created us before he created Dorian.”

“Created?” Jordan asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Turned, sired, whatever you want to call it,” Lucca said with a shrug. “No matter the term, there’s a strong bond there between the three of us. And now you are a part of that.”

“I’m not sure what to say, to be honest,” Jordan said quietly. “I really like you both, a lot. And knowing that you care so much for Dorian only deepens that, I think.”

With a nod and a smile, Lucca stood. “I believe Angelia is looking for you. She’s been ranting about Dorian trying to restrict you to a sex-only diet.”

Jordan laughed as he slid off of the bed. “Not that I would mind, but I’d never hear the end of it from Angelia, I think.”

“Believe me,” Lucca said with a roll of his eyes. “You wouldn’t. Come on.” He draped a long arm around Jordan’s shoulders and steered him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Dorian and Gabriele emerged from the parlor, both looking rather refreshed.

“You two look like you’ve swallowed a canary or two.” Lucca’s remark was met with laughter and Jordan looked up at him. Lucca just shook his head. “They’re hopeless.”

Dorian started up the steps, hand extended and a very hungry look in his eyes. Before Jordan could reach out and pull him close, Angelia scorned them both from the kitchen doorway.

“Dorian Baptiste!” She waved a wooden spoon in the air. “Let go of that boy this instant. I want him down here and eating.”

Gabriele broke out in a fit of laughter, for which he was rewarded with a stifling kiss from Lucca. With Gabriele effectively silenced and pinned to the wall, Angelia continued.

“He must have nutrition,” she said as she started up the stairs towards Dorian and Jordan. Jordan bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. “Come now, Jordan. Let’s find you something to eat besides a vampire.”

“Hey!” Dorian retorted as he followed them down the stairs. Jordan looked back at him and grinned. “I’ll have you know I do feed him.”

“Oh, yes,” Angelia said with a motherly chuckle. “Feed him what? Sweets? My homemade chocolate glaze? Do you have any idea how long it took to get chocolate out of those silk sheets?”

The laugh slipped free and Jordan doubled over. He stopped and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, laughing so hard his stomach hurt. When he looked up, Dorian’s expression just made it worse.

“Whenever you two are done,” Angelia said with a smile. “Jordan, I have some fresh fruit, some steamed vegetables…” She stopped rummaging through the enormous refrigerator and glanced at Jordan. “You eat meat?”

Purposely ignoring Dorian’s chuckle as the vampire’s arms slid around his waist, Jordan nodded. “I do, but not a lot.”

Angelia turned her attention back to the refrigerator. A few minutes later, she pulled out a sizeable steak wrapped in plastic. “I’ll whip up a quick dinner for you, then I need to be on my way.”

Before Jordan could respond, Angelia had the stove on and the steak frying. Jordan just shook his head, then shivered as Dorian nipped the tip of his ear. He leaned back against Dorian and did his best to stifle a moan.

“Where are Gabriele and Lucca?” he asked, suddenly noticing how quiet it had gotten.

“Probably fucking,” Dorian mumbled around the ear in his mouth.

“I want to watch them some time,” Jordan said. He pulled away and turned around in Dorian’s arms. “You think they’d let me?”

Dorian chuckled. “Let you? Love, you’d be lucky if they didn’t drag you into it.”

“How do you like your steak, Jordan?” Angelia asked.

“Rare.” Jordan looked up and Dorian’s gaze narrowed. “You look hungry, Dorian.”

Dorian growled as Angelia set Jordan’s plate on the table a few minutes later. Jordan shivered and barely managed to extricate himself from the vampire’s arms. As Dorian sat down, Jordan moved to the other side and straddled the stool.

“I’m leaving now,” Angelia said as she kissed Jordan’s cheek. She walked around and Jordan chuckled as she gripped Dorian’s chin, turning his head to face her. “Let him eat before you feast on him.” She kissed Dorian and left before he could say a word.

“Is she gone?” Gabriele stuck his head in the door and looked from Jordan to Dorian. Jordan nodded. “Eccellente!” He walked in, pulling his twin behind him. Lucca’s smile was dark and nothing short of predatory.

Dorian looked at Jordan and shook his head. “Are you finished?” When Jordan nodded, Dorian got up and took his plate to the sink.

The second the table was cleared, the twins were on it. Jordan gripped the edge of the table to keep from falling backwards as Gabriele landed flat on his back right in front of him. As Dorian’s arms snaked around his waist, Jordan’s attention was torn between the vampire’s kisses drifting over his neck, and the sight of the twins locked in a fiercely passionate kiss. The twins’ fingers were entwined, both of Gabriele’s arms above his head, pinned tightly to the varnished wooden tabletop.

“Per favore, il mio amore,” Gabriele purred as Lucca’s tongue teased at the hollow of his throat. “Ho bisogno del vistro tocco.”

“Dear God, you three are going to be the death of me,” Jordan whispered. Dorian’s chuckle tickled his neck and he shivered.

Lucca’s kisses trailed down his twin’s chest, then he ripped Gabriele’s shirt open, sending buttons everywhere. With a deep growl, he latched onto his brother’s right nipple, worrying it with his teeth, nicking the flesh with his fangs. Gabriele gasped and his eyes widened as he gripped Lucca’s head, tangling his fingers in the fall of golden hair.

“Lucca, love, please,” he pleaded breathlessly. “I need your touch.”

“And how shall I love you, il mio caro?” Lucca murmured as he kissed his way down Gabriele’s bare stomach. “With my lips? Or my cock? Maybe my tongue?” He unfastened Gabriele’s pants and Gabriele lifted his hips. The pants fell to the floor and Lucca slid his hands along his twin’s inner thighs, parting them slowly. “Or perhaps, with my hands?”

Gabriele groaned and spread his legs wider, his cock hard and leaving a slick trail over his stomach. “Hands,” he whispered. “Need you inside me.”

Jordan opened his mouth to ask Dorian if Gabriele was talking about what he thought he was talking about, but then Lucca’s gaze slid up to them both. Nothing was said, but something must have told Dorian exactly what Lucca wanted. Dorian pulled away and stepped into the walk-in pantry. A litany of Italian curses filtered out, but a sharp cry silenced them. Just as Dorian came back out, carrying a small can, Gabriele’s body bowed on the table. His cock was enveloped in his brother’s throat, and when Lucca pulled off, Gabriele’s cock dropped limply to his stomach. Traces of blood and semen remained on the soft flesh, but Lucca’s tongue made quick work of cleaning it.

Dorian set the unlabeled can on the stool beside Lucca, then slid an arm around Jordan’s waist, pulling him to the end. From their vantage point, they had a direct view of Gabriele’s ass, two of Lucca’s fingers deep inside.

“Just watch,” Dorian whispered. “It’s exquisite.”

As Dorian nuzzled his throat, Jordan watched Lucca pull his fingers out of Gabriele. Gabriele remained motionless, crystal blue eyes watching his twin closely, longingly. Lucca removed the lid from the can and began coating his right hand, wrist, and half of his forearm in what looked like white grease. Only then did Jordan realize exactly what was going to happen. He had heard about it, but had never seen it done. Until now.

Dorian shifted Jordan, moving them both to Lucca’s other side for a clearer view. Lucca stroked his twin’s stomach softly as he rubbed the rim of Gabriele’s hole. Gabriele’s body visibly relaxed, the tense look fading from his face. He nodded and Lucca eased three fingers inside him. Jordan bit his lower lip and breathing became just a bit more difficult. Dorian’s fingers fanned out over his stomach, much like Lucca’s lay on Gabriele’s. The fourth finger pushed in.

“Aliti lenti e costanti, amore.”

Whatever Lucca said, it seemed to help. Gabriele’s chest rose and fell slowly, each breath seeming to relax him further.

“Watch his hand,” Dorian whispered.

Jordan pulled his gaze from Gabriele’s face to watch Lucca. As Gabriele exhaled slowly, Lucca tucked his thumb in and his entire hand disappeared inside his brother’s body. Gabriele groaned softly and a whimper escaped him. Lucca kept his other hand on his stomach, stroking him gently. He kept the hand inside Gabriele perfectly still.

“Start slow,” Gabriele said.

Lucca began moving his arm slightly, pulling out a little and then pushing back in. Gabriele rocked his hips, meeting each push. Jordan pressed back against Dorian, a moan escaping when he felt the unbelievably hard cock pressing against his ass. Dorian slid one hand up to cup the front of Jordan’s neck, while the other pushed Jordan’s pants to the floor. A moment later, Dorian’s pants fell and the wet tip of his cock slipped between Jordan’s legs.

On the table, Gabriele was beginning to writhe, grinding and rotating his hips in a slow rhythm, fucking himself on Lucca’s hand. Lucca’s other hand had disappeared from his twin’s stomach and was wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking furiously. Gabriele rolled his head to the side and pinned a dark blue, hungry gaze on Jordan. Stepping out of their pants, Dorian walked Jordan over to the table. A hand slid up his spine, bending him over. Gabriele reached out and pulled him the rest of the way down and into a deep kiss.

As Gabriele’s tongue played with his, Jordan felt something slick probing his hole. Then two of Dorian’s fingers slid in, the way eased greatly by the same grease Lucca was using. When a third finger joined the first two, Jordan cried out into Gabriele’s mouth, rocking his body back for more. Dorian bent over and nipped his shoulder, then replaced his fingers with his cock. With one swift thrust, he drove it deep inside Jordan’s body, dragging a whimper from Jordan’s throat. Gabriele’s sudden, sharp cry answered it and Jordan pulled away to see Lucca twisting his arm.

Gabriele cried out again, the fingers of his left hand wrapping tightly to Jordan’s hands. “Non si arresti! Per favore, non si arresti.”

Jordan gasped as Dorian pulled out and drove his cock back in with force. He pulled his right hand from Gabriele’s grasp and gripped his head, shoving his tongue into Gabriele’s mouth. Gabriele screamed and bucked, crying into their kiss as Jordan felt the heat of the vampire’s release hit his shoulder and arm. Lucca’s feral growl followed as he came.

Jordan pulled abruptly from his kiss with Gabriele and reached down to stroke his own cock. “Please, Dorian…”

“Venuto per me, amore,” Dorian purred.

With a throaty groan, Jordan came, pumping his fist on his cock as Dorian filled his body with his heated release. Jordan collapsed then, resting his head on Gabriele’s chest. Gabriele stroked his hair softly and Jordan felt him shudder as Lucca pulled his hand out.

“That…” Jordan just shook his head, unable to find the words to describe how he felt. Gabriele’s purr when Lucca leaned over to kiss him, however, said it all.

* * *

The sound of shattering glass snapped Jordan awake. He threw off the covers and bolted for the bedroom door. Just as his hand touched the handle, he heard shouting. Dorian was still deep in sleep and Jordan wondered how long that would last with all the commotion downstairs.

“Jordan?”

Pressing his ear to the door, Jordan sighed with relief when he heard Gabriele’s voice. He opened the door and Gabriele rushed in.

“Gabriele, what’s going on?”

“Viktor is… Where is Dorian?”

“He’s still…” Jordan’s blood ran cold as he looked over at their empty bed. “He was right there.”

“Listen to me, Jordan,” Gabriele said, gripping his shoulders tightly. “Viktor is in the house. Only he and Dorian know all the secrets of this place.” He fell silent, looking over Jordan’s shoulder. “What is that?”

Jordan turned and followed Gabriele’s gaze to a thin crack in the wall beside the bed. The drapes on the bed fluttered slightly in a draft. Jordan looked back to Gabriele. “The catacombs.”

“Lucca!” Gabriele roared, never taking his eyes off of the crack in the wall.

A minute later, Lucca ran into the room. Gabriele nodded to the wall and his twin went over to look at it. Lodging his fingers in the crack, Lucca growled and pulled. With the grating sound of stone on stone, the wall slid open, revealing a dark passage. The twins looked back at Jordan.

“What about the catacombs?” Gabriele asked him.

“Dorian led me down there through the old family chapel. He showed me the room where they used to have sex.”

A dark, almost demonic look descended on Lucca’s face. A murderous growl rumbled from somewhere deep inside him. “Can you remember the way?” Jordan nodded slowly. “Then take us there.”

Gabriele disappeared and returned a minute later with a flashlight. Handing it to Jordan, he said, “let’s go.”

Jordan took a deep breath and stepped through the opening. “I hope I don’t get us lost,” he mumbled. “We didn’t go this way before.” The firm hand on his right shoulder was definitely comforting.

“We’re right behind you,” Lucca said near his ear. Jordan nodded.

* * *

Dorian groaned and rolled over, stretching out. The moment his fingers touched stone, his eyes flew open. He quickly became aware of stone all around him, cold on his naked flesh. Everything was still a sleep-induced blur. His body told him it wasn’t quite dark outside yet, which explained the fog still clinging to his brain. But why was he in the catacombs?

“Hello, dear brother.”

Every inch of Dorian’s flesh crawled as his body froze. It was a voice he was not prepared to hear, had never been prepared to hear again. He didn’t have to look over to see that dominating stare; he could feel it in the pit of his soul.

Mark forced a forlorn smile at Joe’s excitement, then asked the question he knew would break his heart. “Who else lives there Joe?”

Joe’s smile of accomplishment faded, his brow crinkled in thought. “I don’t know, I can’t see anyone.” he took a step toward Mark. His face flushed with frustration. He burned with the desire to express the needs, physical and emotional that were building inside him for Mark. “I can’t remember,” he bit out fiercely, “maybe I don’t want to remember. Maybe all I want is right here.”

Just that easily, it was there between them, the open acknowledgment of mutual desires. It would be so easy to ignore any reason for caution, to indulge in the physical pleasures, but Mark had reached and exceeded the point where such was possible.

He backed away, tears filling his eyes, “Don’t. Don’t Joe. I can’t… not when there’s someone else. Not when I know you’ll be leaving to go home to someone else.” he took a shaky breath, trying to hold on to emotions that threatened to swamp him with pain and loss, “I’m going to bed.” Mark turned and headed for the stairs.

“Mark!” Joe called, pleading, “Mark, I’m sorry. Please.”

Mark paused and looked back. Joe stood forlornly, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “It’s ok Joe, things will work out however they’re meant to be. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t make me fall in love with you. I did that all on my own.” Mark continued up the stairs and down the hall to the guest room.

Joe remained in the living room. He slumped down on the sofa, staring into the fire with unseeing eyes. He began to question his feelings and motivations. Yes, he had strong feelings for Mark. Mark stirred him physically but also emotionally. There was an innocent vulnerability about him. Joe felt a strong need to shelter and protect him. He picked up the subtle signals Mark emitted, his loneliness, his need for love. Those signals seemed to resonate and mesh with feelings Joe himself lived with everyday.

Those feeling were something he didn’t understand, something that filled him with confusion and yet he somehow knew he’d lived with them for a very long time. He wore a wedding band. A symbol of the joining of two people in love. If he had a partner of some kind somewhere, why did he feel this way? What kind of relationship did they have that left him feeling empty and alone? Did the unknown partner feel the same? How could he possibly continue to live a life devoid of love? Especially when he could see the shining possibilities that rested with the sweet man who slept upstairs.

* * *

Mark tossed and turned, finally drifting into a fitful doze. He woke with a start as Chip pawed at his arm, whining.

“What, Chip? You gotta go out?”

Normally such a question would get a big reaction but Chip only whined again, his paw resting on Mark’s arm, his big brown eyes seeming to plead for understanding. Confused, Mark sat up and swung his legs out of bed. He sat quietly, listening to the silence that was broken by a faint, muffled sound.

Suddenly wide awake, he rose soundlessly and drifted cautiously down the hall. Halting outside the doorway to his bedroom he heard another muffled sound, his ears finally comprehending. It was a sob.

Mark stepped into the room. He could just make out the shape of Joe’s body under the mound of covers. “Joe?” he questioned softly.

Another choked sob was his answer. Mark strode to the bed and sat down beside Joe. He pulled the enveloping covers away and reached for the sobbing man, taking him firmly but gently into his arms.

“Joe,” he murmured, “what is it? What’s wrong, baby?”

He rocked Joe slowly, holding him tightly, his hands running soothingly over the taut muscles of his back. Joe tried to answer but tears made most of what he said incoherent. Mark caught the word ‘remembered’ and something that sounded like, ‘Ann’s gone’, but he wasn’t sure. Could Ann be Joe’s wife? If so, where had she gone, and why? Was that why Joe was so upset? Mark’s brow was creased with worry. Whatever was going on, Joe had remembered something that was causing him terrible pain. Mark bit his lip, wishing he could take the pain away.

“Shh, baby, it’s ok, it’s gonna be ok.” Mark promised, hoping that he spoke the truth. He continued to hold Joe, murmuring softly while gently caressing the smooth warm skin of his back and shoulders. Gradually Joe’s sobs quieted, his body going lax as exhaustion claimed him. Mark pushed him back, lowering him to the pillows. As he made to rise, Joe grasped his hand.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded, his voice a raw croak, barely intelligible.

Mark returned the pressure of his hand, “I’m not leaving Joe, I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back sweetheart.”

In the bathroom, Mark took a washcloth out of the cupboard and wet it with cool water. He also grabbed a box of tissues off the vanity and the small trash container from under the sink. Returning to Joe, he handed him the tissues.

“Here, babe, blow.” he instructed.

Joe sat up and followed Mark’s orders, blowing his nose and wiping his eyes. Mark held out the trash can for the soiled tissues, then took the cool damp wash cloth and tenderly bathed Joe’s face. He returned everything to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water and the bottle of ibuprofen.

“I don’t know about you babe, but when I cry I always end up with a headache. Shall we beat it to the punch?” At Joe’s nod, he shook three tablets into Joe’s hand and gave him the water, watching solicitously as he downed them one by one.

Setting the glass and bottle on the bedside stand, Mark ordered Joe to move over. Joe readily complied and Mark slid into bed behind him, spooning him as he snaked his arm around Joe’s waist. Their bodies settled together, melding with ease. Both sighed contentedly and were soon fast asleep.

* * *

Mark murmured sleepily as cool air replaced the warmth he was wrapped around. The blankets settled back over him and were tucked tight. He drifted away.

Sometime later, again there was movement. The bed dipped under the weight of a returning body. Mark took a deep breath and sighed, his eyelids fluttering, opening as sleepy hazel eyes met alert blues.

“Morning.” Joe rasped, his voice was still husky from last night’s strain. He was levered up on one elbow, leaning over Mark. “You gotta pee?” he asked with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.

Mark’s eyes widened even more and he nodded.

“Go to it.” Joe ordered.

Mark scrambled out of bed, his face flushing at the sight of the morning wood that tented the thin fabric of his boxers. He hurried toward the bathroom, pausing at Joe’s voice.

“Babe.”

Mark turned his head, drinking in the sight of Joe as he reclined with negligent ease under the covers, “Use a little of that mouthwash I left out by the sink. Hmm?” Mark nodded, blushing again, silently cursing himself, when Joe winked.

Mark’s thoughts were scrambled. This wasn’t the same man he held in his arms last night. This Joe was cool and confident, sure and in charge. Mark felt his stomach quiver. He knew Joe’s memory had returned. Apparently Joe accepted whatever had been revealed. Mark was ready to hear him out, but he still wasn’t going to share. If Joe had a wife or whatever somewhere, Mark was kicking him out of his bed. On that issue he remained adamant.

He emptied his bladder and shook off. Washing his hands he used the mouth wash and returned to the bedroom. Joe had remained as he was. At Mark’s approach he pulled back the covers, inviting him in. Mark swallowed hard at what was revealed by the opened covers. Joe was completely and gloriously naked. His penis was plumping, ripening for use. Mark uttered a silent prayer for strength and lay down, relieved when Joe threw the covers back over the two of them. He was instantly enveloped in Joe’s warmth and scent. His cock stirred.

Joe leaned over him and cupped his stubbled cheek in his hand, stroking gently. “Thank you for last night.” His lips brushed softly over Mark’s. Mark nodded, afraid to speak, afraid he’d squeak like an adolescent boy on the threshold of puberty.

“I remembered Mark. Everything. Everyone.

Mark nodded again, apprehension filling him. Joe saw the emotion shadow his eyes and moved quickly to counter it. “There’s no wife Mark. I’m gay. My partner, Andrew, has been gone for three years now. I came to the park, to that place to be with And’s memory. It was there we spoke our vows to each other.” Joe paused and took a shaky breath, gathering his composure, “I wanted it to be in that place where I took this off.” He slid the ring off his finger and reached across Mark to lay it on the bedside table. “I wanted to tell Andrew one final time how much I loved him, but how much I needed to let go. How much I needed to go on with my life.”

Slow tears trickled down Joe’s cheeks, Mark reached up to gently wipe them away. Joe caught his hand and tenderly kissed his fingertips, “We haven’t known each other very long and I don’t know how to explain it, maybe there’s no need for explanations, but I’ve found love again. I’ve found it in your shining eyes, your generous heart, and your gentle soul.” Joe bestowed a feathery kiss with each pronouncement of Mark’s attributes. “Did you mean what you said last night, about loving me?”

At Mark’s nod he insisted, “Tell me. Say the words, baby. Please. I need to hear you say the words.”

Mark smiled, his smile radiant, beatific, angelic. “I love you Joe, with all my heart.”

“Thank God.” Joe sighed. His mouth closed over Mark’s. Simultaneous moans filtered through joined lips.

Released from the restraints that held them from each other, passion bloomed between them. Mark squirmed as he felt Joe’s fully erect cock press against his own. Only the thin fabric of his boxers separated them, fabric that even now was becoming soaked by the copious juices that were leaking from both of them. They undulated slowly against each other.

Joe’s seeking tongue demanded entrance. With a sigh Mark opened for him and whimpered as Joe’s tongue moved sinuously over his own, teasing and exploring. Mark lay with his eyes closed, so lost in Joe’s kiss he almost forgot to breathe. He gasped for air when Joe pulled back and gasped again, shivering as Joe attacked his ear, nibbling his lobe, licking the outer curves.

When his tongue swept inside, Mark tightened his hold on Joe’s shoulders and whispered, “Oh, God, I’m getting dizzy.”

Joe chuckled, “Looks like Chip isn’t the only one with sensitive ears. Guess I better stop. Don’t want you passing out on me. I want you wide awake when I take you.”

Mark met Joe’s eyes, his own filled with apprehension, “Joe, I’ve never been with anyone. I’ve never been fucked.”

“I know, babe.” he softly stroked Mark’s cheek and smiled at his questioning look, “Somehow I knew you were a virgin.” Mark’s face burned with embarrassment. Joe grinned, “God, I love it when you blush, it’s so cute,” he teased, “it makes me hot, and, baby? You don’t have to worry, you’re not going to be fucked.” at Mark’s look of disappointment, he quickly added, “I’m going to make love to you. We’ll save that hot wild fuck for when you’re a little more experienced.”

Mark frowned and pouted, giving Joe a look from under his lashes, trying to minimize his embarrassment. Joe leaned in, capturing Mark’s bottom lip with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth while uttering a drawn out, “Mmmm.” he released him with a lick and a murmured, “Sweet.”

Joe pulled Mark close, caressing his body. Taking his mouth again in a smooth, hot kiss, he ran his hands slowly over Mark’s arms, chest and stomach. Mark was soon squirming, quivering, whimpering his need. Joe’s hand slid under the waistband of Mark’s boxers, finding his throbbing cock. His fingers wrapped around the swollen girth and gently pumped. Mark’s body arched in reaction. He pulled his mouth from Joe’s, calling out his pleasure.

“Feels good doesn’t it, babe?” Joe’s eyes glittered with fierce possessiveness. Mark was his. He intended to make an unmistakable claim on the sweet angel that writhed under his hands. He released Mark’s cock, his hands moving to the waistband of his boxers.

“Lift up babe,” he ordered gruffly, “these have got to go.”

Barely coherent, Mark obeyed. Joe’s touch was sweeping him onto another plain of existence. His body shook with tension and desire. His own hands roved over the muscled planes of Joe’s shoulders, back and chest. He delighted in the feel of the silky hair that slid over his fingers. He looked down, watching as Joe relieved him of his boxers. His gaze was drawn to Joe’s groin. He’d felt the heat and hardness of Joe’s cock against him but he’d never seen it’s full rampant glory. As with everything else about him, Joe’s cock was a work of art.

Fully eight inches, the thick, vein wrapped, ivory column was topped by a plump, plum shaped head. Precum wet the tip, enhancing its blood engorged blush. Mark swallowed a sudden lump in his throat at the thought of taking that monster inside his untried anal passage. His doubtful, worried gaze met Joe’s.

“It’ll be alright Mark. I’m going to take my time getting you ready.” Joe slid up the length of Mark’s body, his mouth taking Mark’s in a heated kiss, “Do you trust me?” he smiled at Mark’s affirmative nod, “That’s good, babe,” he returned to Mark’s ear, gently biting the lobe, taking pleasure in his breathy moans, “by the time I finish with you, you’ll be begging me to take you. I promise.”

Joe licked and sucked his way down the length of Mark’s neck, to the hollow of his throat and across his collar bone. He made a beeline for the flat disk of one nipple, tugging the beaded tip lightly with his teeth. Mark shuddered and groaned. Joe worked first one then another hot spot. His mouth continued its downward trek, finally reaching its ultimate goal.

Mark’s cock was granite hard, a steady stream of precum leaking from the engorged cap. “Beautiful,” Joe whispered.

His heated breath was an added, shocking caress. His thumb smoothed the warm sticky fluid over taut reddened skin. He opened his mouth and slowly engulfed his lover, his tongue swirling, teasing, savoring. Joe held tight as Mark bucked convulsively, his hands clenched in the sheets, incredulous moans wrung from his throat.

Joe worked Mark’s cock with a steady unrelenting rhythm, working in concert with Mark’s instinctive, upward thrusts. He knew by the sound of Mark’s cries, the tightening of his body, that he wouldn’t last long. Sliding a hand between Mark’s thighs, he lightly massaged his tight ball sack, throwing him over the edge. Thick hot seed spurted down Joe’s throat. He drew back to capture the salty/sweet fluid on his tongue, savoring his lover’s essence, capturing every drop.

Mark lay still except for the heaving movement of his chest as he recovered from the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced. He opened his eyes, his expression sleepy, sated. His gaze was captured by Joe’s, who watched him with expectant, tender concern. A slow grin spread over Mark’s face. He laughed. He looped an arm around Joe’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. A kiss that tasted of Joe and musky essence of man. A kiss filled with love and joy.

With a gentle shove, Mark rolled Joe under him, caressing his sweat-dampened skin. Having learned his lessons well, he lavished the same attention and touches on Joe that had so recently driven him over the edge.

Joe lay acquiescent, reveling in Mark’s caresses, his body humming with anticipation, his soul nourished by the return of this most treasured of things. A lover’s touch. He allowed Mark his explorations until his body was taut with need. When Mark’s hand moved to his groin, the fingers enwrapping his aching shaft, Joe placed his hand over Mark’s, halting him.

“This is my show babe, I’m making love to you, remember?”

“Joe, I want to make you feel the way you made me feel. I’ve waited so long to share this with a lover. With you. Let me do this. Please?”

Mark’s eye’s were filled with such genuine need that Joe relented, admitting to himself that he wanted, needed, Mark’s attention every bit as much as Mark needed to give it. He nodded and fell back with a groan as Mark’s tongue slid over the thick helmet that topped his erection. He shuddered at the slick wet heat that bathed his cock, tickling, teasing. Mark’s tongue was painting him with liquid lust.

At Mark’s urging, he spread his thighs, his hips heaving upward with pleasured surprise as Mark first laved then suckled both fully laden balls where they hung suspended in their pouch.

“Ungh… damn babe, where’d you learn that?” Joe grunted.

Mark flashed him a devilish grin, “I read a lot. There’s some interesting sites on the internet, one in particular.”

“Oh yeah? Bet I know which one you’re talking about. Remind me to send them another contribution.” Joe laughed, then groaned again as Mark returned to his objective.

Joe felt Mark lick his way back to the tip of his straining rod. He felt Mark’s mouth open. Felt warm breath feather over his moist skin. Felt his cock enveloped in hot wet velvet, some of which wiggled and stroked, inflaming every nerve ending it touched. Soft lips firmly banded his shaft, sliding first down, then up. Each slide brought suction. Suction and rhythm increased moment by moment until Joe became a mindless slave to the sensual ministrations of his lover. With pounding heart and breath rushing to fill laboring lungs, he panted and groaned, crying out as he erupted, delivering shot after shot of rich creamy seed to fill his lover’s mouth and throat.

Mark swallowed again and again, his eyes closed, his senses fully attuned to the feel and flavor of Joe’s liquid offering. His “mmm” of pleasure pulled another moan from Joe and a last convulsive spurt of semen. He slowly withdrew, releasing Joe’s spent member, leaving it with a few final cleansing licks.

Joe reached down, pulling him up until they were face to face. Their lips met and opened, tongues exploring with languid grace. Joe broke the kiss, pulling back so he could fully focus on Mark’s face. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before? I gotta tell you babe, if you get any better I may have a heart attack.”

Mark smirked and playfully punched him, “Cut it out. No I’ve never done that before.” he paused and bit his lip, a slight blush tinting his cheeks, “I will admit I’ve practiced on a few bananas, but they never delivered such a tasty load.” he gave his eyebrows a lascivious wiggle.

Joe laughed and pulled Mark down on his chest, winding his arms around him, “Babe, you’re priceless.”

Mark snuggled in with a contented sigh.

They rested comfortably together until Mark stirred. “I should go see about Chip, he’s waiting for breakfast and I know he’s got to go out.”

Joe’s arms tightened, “Already taken care of sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere but under me.”

Suiting actions to words, he flipped Mark over on his stomach and draped his big, furred body over the younger man’s. His already swelling cock wedged between the rounded mounds of Mark’s ass and he slowly undulated, emulating the thrust and withdrawal of sexual play.

“Time for the main event, Mark.” he whispered, licking and teasing Mark’s ear, “Are you ready?”

Mark was already panting, “Yes… no… aren’t you going to… don’t you need to… oh God.” he groaned. His confusion was aided by the fact that Joe was lightly biting him. Soft stinging bites followed by warm, soothing licks, right where his neck met his shoulder. Mark shuddered.

“Yes I am going to. Relax baby, feel for me, just feel.”

Joe sat up, straddling Mark’s hips. Precum left a shimmering trail against the warm lightly bronzed hue of Mark’s skin where it met Joe’s dripping cock. Joe massaged Mark’s shoulders and back, leaning down again and again to place random kisses along the way. His tongue traced the subtle ridge of his spine, the slick tantalizing trail sending electric shivers through Mark.