Thwarted - 38. Chapter Thirty-Eight

Mark couldn’t sleep. He tried, but there was just too much on his mind. Between his mother’s death and Trey’s leaving in the morning, he was restless. He scooted over in the bed and wrapped his arm around Trey, pulling him back against his chest.

“You okay?” Trey’s voice was rough with sleep.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He hadn’t, he’d just wanted to hold him.

“It’s okay”—Trey twisted until they were facing each other—“I’d rather spend time with you than sleep anyways. Now, answer the question. You okay?”

Mark shrugged.

“I will be. I still can’t believe your parents drove down here.” Diane and Gary had stayed through for a couple of hours before heading for their hotel. Mark had tried to protest them staying in a hotel but apparently they’d already booked it and would have had to pay for it anyways.

“I can.” Trey smiled. “It’s just how my parents are. I’m glad they’re going with you to the funeral, that you won’t be alone.”

“I wouldn’t have been alone, Jackie will be there.” Though after the scene at his sister’s house, he wasn’t sure how it was going to go when he saw her again. Even so, Mark had tried to protest when Diane said they planned to go to his mom’s funeral, but Diane refused to listen. Gary was just as stubborn. Mark felt guilty that they were putting their lives on hold to be there for him, especially when they’d be going through their own personal hell with Trey leaving.

“Jackie won’t be in any condition to be comforting you and Brent will have his hands full.” Trey pressed closer to him. “You need someone there just for you. I wish it could be me, but since I can’t, my parent’s will fill that role. Besides, I don’t like the idea of you facing your dad alone.”

Mark groaned.

“Don’t remind me.” Mark tightened his grip. “Can we not talk about him?”

“Sure.” Trey smiled up at him. “I’m sure we can find something else to talk about”—Trey worked his hand between them and pinched Mark’s nipple—“or do.”

Mark gasped.

“You’re evil, you know that?”

“Yep.” Trey grinned and leaned in, pressing his lips against Mark’s.

Mark returned the kiss. He was all for letting Trey help him forget for a little while. He rolled onto his back, keeping Trey on top of him and separating his legs to cradle Trey’s lower body. He slid his hands down to grip Trey’s hips and parted his lips and met Trey’s invading tongue with his own. By the time Trey pulled back, Mark was hard, aching, and ready to beg for some relief.

Mark reached for the drawer in the nightstand but couldn’t quite reach. Trey bent down and brushed a second, brief, kiss to his lips before stretching and reaching for the drawer himself. Mark grinned at the sight of Trey’s nipple above him. Time for a little payback. He lifted his head and tongued the already pebbled nipple. Trey moaned and arched towards him exactly as he’d hoped, giving him the perfect opportunity to clamp his teeth on the hard nub.

“Fuck!” Trey jerked back and Mark released his nipple.

“Well, I’d like to, but we need the stuff from the drawer first.” Mark grinned at him.

Trey chuckled and shook his head. He reached in the drawer he’d managed to open. It took him a minute of fumbling, probably because he didn’t take his eyes off Mark, but he finally pulled back and dropped the lube and a condom on the bed. He moved so that he straddled Mark.

“I should make you pay for that.”

Well, shit. He hadn’t thought of that.

“But, I’m not going to.” Trey fell forward, catching himself on his hands and proceeded to kiss Mark until he could barely remember his name. He moved again, never breaking their kiss, and laid on his side next to Mark. He ran one hand up and down Mark’s chest, the tips of his fingers slightly catching in Mark’s the hair.

The feeling of Trey’s hand on him was pure ecstasy, but Mark wanted more. He wanted to feel the slight burn as his hole stretched to allow Trey to push inside him. He wanted the feel of Trey’s cock brushing over his prostate with every thrust, only to pulse as his lover came deep inside him. He wanted to feel it all, especially knowing that it was going to have to last him for the next year.

He whimpered, fucking whimpered, as Trey bypassed his cock and balls and brushed a finger over his hole. It must have been enough to tell Trey he was getting desperate, since Trey broke the kiss and grabbed the lube. He squirted some on his fingers and set about prepping Mark to take him.

Mark groaned as the first finger slid into him and pushed against it. By the time Trey had covered his cock with the condom and smeared it with lube, Mark was clenching the sheets in his fists. Trey finally moved into position and placed the head at Mark’s entrance. Mark forced himself to relax as Trey pushed in, inch by inch, until he was all the way in.

He paused for a minute before pulling partially out and thrusting back in, in hard shallow thrusts. Just as Mark was getting used to his rhythm, Trey changed and pulled nearly all the way out before pushing slowly back in. He was driving Mark nuts as he alternated speeds and depths, never sticking to the same rhythm.

Mark reached for his cock only to have his hand shoved away. He was about to protest when Trey wrapped his own hand around it and started stroking him in time with his thrust. Mark didn’t know how much time had passed and he didn’t care. His entire being was focused on Trey and the feeling of his cock moving inside him and Trey’s hand on his cock. The dual stimulation was too much. He could feel his orgasm approaching.

His breathing became shallow and he tried to thrust into Trey’s hand. He cried out as the first stream of cum spurted from his slit and landed on his stomach followed quickly by a few more before settling into a drizzle that coated Trey’s hand.

Trey’s hand moved from his cock to his hip as he started thrusting with abandon and a minute or two later, Trey rhythm faltered and he thrust a final time. Mark could feel his cock pulsing as he filled the condom and after a few shallow thrusts, Trey collapsed on his chest, his cock slipping out of Mark’s ass.

Mark reached down and pulled Trey up to press a tender kiss to his lips. They both were in desperate need of a shower, but it could wait. For the moment, he just wanted to relish the feeling of having Trey in his arms. These moments would have to last him for the next year, at the end of which, Trey would be coming home.

He hoped.

Where Trey was going, there were no guarantees.