Thwarted - 8. Chapter Eight

Mark pushed open the door of Kerplunked, his gaze immediately searching the crowd for Trey. He hadn’t seen the other man since the previous Sunday and had been looking forward to tonight ever since they had talked on Wednesday. He’d felt much better once Trey had explained he’d been on a training exercise and that’s why they hadn’t been able to connect.

Not seeing Trey, he glanced at his watch and shrugged. He was a little bit early but had waited as long as he could. He moved to the bar to wait and ordered a draft. He’d have ordered Trey a drink too but wasn’t sure what he’d want.

Mug in hand, he turned on his stool and surveyed the bar. No one really snagged his attention, but that could have also been because every time the door opened his gaze shot to it only to have disappointment course through his veins when it wasn’t Trey. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the door opened and Trey stepped inside, his gaze immediately landing on Mark. He strode across the room and stopped in front of Mark.

“You made it.” Trey lowered his head and brushed his lips against Mark’s.

Mark deepened the kiss and savored the taste of Trey, and of mint, for a moment before he pulled back and smiled up at the younger man. “Did you doubt it?”

“No, not really. I see you started without me.” Trey nodded at the mug clasped in Mark’s hand and stepped around him, motioning to the bartender.

“Yeah, I got here a little early.” Mark swiveled on his stool and studied Trey from his perch. He hadn’t noticed it at first, but the other man seemed tense. “You okay?”

Trey looked at him and smiled but it never reached his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Refuting his words, as soon as he had a drink in his hand he downed a third of it.

Mark forced himself not to push. If Trey wanted to tell him what was bothering him, he would. Until then, Mark just had to be patient. “Wanna get a booth?”

“Actually,” Trey downed another third of his beer and slammed his mug down on the bar, “I know it was my idea to come here, but what say we blow this joint?”

“Okay.” Mark doubted there was very much that he wouldn’t agree to if it meant spending time with Trey. He set his still nearly fully mug on the bar and stood. He followed as Trey led the way out of the bar. Once they were outside Trey turned to him.

“Where to?”

“Dunno,” Mark shrugged, he wasn’t the one who had suggested they leave. “I had thought maybe you had a destination in mind. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine; just don’t want to be around a lot of people.” He looked around them for a moment before his gaze settled back on Mark. “Can we go to your place?”

Mark was surprised but wasn’t going to argue. Trey was obviously anything but fine and if Mark would do whatever he could to lessen whatever burden the younger man was carrying. Within minutes they were speeding towards his apartment.

Mark shut the door behind him and immediately found himself pushed up against the door and Trey’s lips locked onto his. He was surprised, but not unpleasantly so, and wrapped his arms around Trey and returned the kiss with everything in him. He backed him further into the room and carefully supported his lover’s weight as he lowered them both onto the couch.

Trey started struggling beneath him and it took a minute before Mark realized that he was trying to get to the button on his pants. Mark pulled his arms from underneath the younger man and braced himself on them while Trey deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Trey’s fingers slipped inside his pants and wrapped around his rapidly growing cock.

Mark groaned at the feeling of the warm hand wrapped around him. He’d only jerked off once since he’d seen Trey last and it wouldn’t take much to make him shoot. He lowered his head and rested his forehead against Treys as he struggled to get his breathing under control.

“Please,” Trey groaned, “need to feel you inside me.” Trey’s fist stroked him a couple times in the confines of his jeans.

“You’re treading a fine line here if you want me to fuck you.” Mark leaned down and kissed Trey before pulling back and explaining. “Much more of that and I’ll come before I even have the chance to get inside you.”

Trey jerked his hand free and pushed Mark off him. The move was so sudden that Mark couldn’t even form a thought before Trey was off the couch and grasping his hand. He was ceremoniously pulled off the couch and dragged to his room, not that he was protesting.

Trey was nearly frantic as he divested them both of their clothes and then pushed Mark backwards onto the bed. Mark wasn’t sure what had gotten into him and briefly wondered if he should be resisting. His indecision only lasted a few seconds before Trey was on top of him and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.