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Thwarted - 9. Chapter Nine
Mark wrapped his arms around Trey and rolled so that he pinned the younger man to the mattress beneath them. He didn’t understand what had gotten into Trey but he wasn’t about to let the other man hurt himself by going too fast. Mark wasn’t going to reject him, but he would control the pace.
Mark felt Trey’s erection, hard against him, and deepened the kiss as he rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against Trey’s. He felt a thrill shoot through him as Trey moaned beneath him. Mark lifted his head and took in Trey’s flushed face and slightly puffy lips.
“Fuck, I want you.” Trey reached down and pulled Mark’s hips even more firmly against his. This time it was Mark moaning from the contact.
Mark couldn’t come up with anything to say that wouldn’t sound lame and just nodded his head. He stretched towards his night stand and was reaching into the drawer when he felt Trey wiggle underneath him and suddenly teeth nipped at his right nipple.
“Fuck!” His back arched and it took a minute before he remembered what he had been doing. He grabbed the lube and a condom out of the night stand and didn’t even bother with shutting the drawer before he moved over Trey again. He dropped the slick and the condom next to Trey on the bed and grinned. “Two can play at that game.”
He slid slightly down Trey’s body and nipped the younger man’s right nipple before swiping his tongue over it. Trey’s moans were all the encouragement he needed to switch to the other nipple and repeat the motion. He kissed his way down Trey’s chest but ignored the hard shaft currently leaking against the white belly. Trey’s hand fisted in his hair as Mark teased him by licking and sucking on Trey’s sac.
“Mark, please….”
Mark lifted his head and met Trey’s gaze, in the process breaking Trey’s hold on his head. If he’d thought Trey was flushed before, he was even more so now. Never taking his eyes from Trey’s, he reached over and grabbed the tube of slick and popped the top. He braced himself on his elbows and squirted a dollop onto his fingers. He pressed a kiss to Trey’s thigh as he reached down and smeared the lube around Trey’s hole.
He slid one finger in to the first knuckle and pulled it partially back out, watching Trey’s face for any sign of discomfort. He didn’t see any, instead, Trey pushed back onto his finger. He slid it in and out a few times before adding more slick and a second finger. He twisted his wrist as he pushed in, slowly working his way deeper until the tips of his fingers brushed against Trey’s prostate and sending the other man arching up off the bed and his hands fisting in the bedding.
“I’m ready, fuck me.” Trey sounded like he really believed that, but Mark wasn’t convinced.
Mark shook his head and pulled his fingers free before adding a third finger and working them into Trey’s ass. He wouldn’t hurt Trey, not intentionally and not through carelessness. He continued to twist his wrist as he slid his fingers in and out before finally pulling out and reaching for the condom.
“Finally!” Trey grabbed the condom off the bed and handed it to him.
Mark tore open the packed and sheathed himself. He coated his latex covered cock with more lube before moving into position between Trey’s spread legs. He placed the tip against Trey’s well lubed hole and thrust into him. He tried to go slow, but Trey wasn’t having any of it and pushed back against him until Mark’s balls were brushing against his ass.
Trey's need consumed them and stole his ability to think. They'd talk later, now ... now he had to move.
“Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about?” Mark had already disposed of the condom and now supported himself on one arm as he studied Trey. “Not that I’m complaining, but something is obviously going on.”
“I got some news today.” Trey slid off the bed and pulled his jeans on, sans underwear, before turning to face Mark.
Dread pooled in Mark’s gut as Trey looked down at him.
“I’m being deployed.”
Mark froze in the act of standing up to retrieve his own pants. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, Trey had moved closer to the bed and was watching him, waiting. He had known it was going to happen. There was no escaping the reality that there were still a ton of troops overseas and that more would be sent. The yellow ribbons tied around trees, hung on fences, and stuck to cars attested to that fact. People in their community swore they wouldn’t take them down until the last of the troops had been brought home, for good.
“When?” He was proud that his voice didn’t betray the turmoil going on inside him. Mark might not have known Trey very long, but it didn’t seem to matter. He was terrified that he’d lose him after having just found him.
“Three weeks.”
The air rushed out of his lungs and Mark struggled to breathe. He had known right after meeting Trey that the younger man was going to be sent. There had always been a chance it would happen sooner than later, Mark had seen it happen before, but he still wasn’t prepared. The reality, Trey going to a war zone where he could be killed, was a lot harder to face than Mark had thought it would be.
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