Play Along
Play Along
At Play: Book One
Mathilde Watson
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Play Along © 2011 Mathilde Watson
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Dedication:
For Boo, who stood by me while my world fell apart. Twice. (So Far.) I love you!
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Chapter One
Monday, May 6, 1985.
"Shit, Mark. Yeah! So good. Don't stop!"
Mark swallowed around Nathan's cock and looked up into his lover's beautiful face, damp with sweat and drawn tight with pleasure under a mop of golden hair curled over his forehead and into his blue eyes. Nate was sitting on the bed, still dressed except for his pants, which were tangled around his ankles. Kneeling naked on the floor between Nate's splayed thighs, Mark pumped his own hard length through his fist. He bobbed his head up and down Nate's shaft a few more times before taking a deep breath and swallowing it whole, letting his throat stretch around the throbbing flesh.
"Oh, shit, Mark… shit!"
Nate's hands twisted painfully in his hair, holding him in place. Mark suppressed a grimace, struggling for breath while Nate ground his pelvis into Mark's face. Nate grunted and froze, releasing his grip on Mark's hair while his hot, salty cum shot down the back of Mark's throat. Mark swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose a drop. He continued to tug on his own erection while he licked Nate clean. Mark allowed Nate's softening shaft to slip from his mouth as he found his own release, spraying his seed all over Nate's leg.
Nate fell back on the bed, breathing hard. Mark chuckled and climbed to his feet, planting a kiss on Nate's thigh and admiring the way his muscles flexed with his gasping breaths. Nate was smart, athletic, popular and fun… Nate was everything good, he had it all. And Mark had Nate, even if no one else knew it yet. God, how had he gotten so lucky?
Mark went to their tiny bathroom and cleaned himself up before bringing back a damp cloth to wipe the mess off of Nate's leg, barely managing to get the job done before anything dripped onto Nate's slacks. When he finished, he tossed the cloth in the direction of the bathroom and climbed onto the bed, crawling over Nate and angling for a kiss.
"Aw, hey, gross. Get off me!" Nate laughed and smacked Mark hard on the ass, dodging his lips and bounding off of the bed. "Cut it out. You know I don't have time for this. I'm due at the airport in an hour! Shit. I've gotta run." Nate pulled his slacks back up around his waist as he stumbled into the bathroom.
Mark sighed and rolled over onto his side, trying not to be too disappointed.
Nate
wasn
'
t much for kissing or cuddling… or even reciprocating
,
for that matter.
Damn!
Nate
had never bottomed
,
and he never stuck around to cuddle after they
'
d made love. But at least they were living together, had been for going on two years now, and soon they would be opening a business together. This was the first
serious
relationship either of them had ever been in. The rest would come. Their love was enough for now.
Nate came out of the bathroom with his hair brushed and his clothing set to rights and Mark openly ogled him, allowing a goofy grin to split his face.
"God, you're beautiful, Nate."
"Shut up, stupid."
Mark pushed himself up and out of the bed and went to his dresser, pulling out an old pair of sweatpants. He bent over to step into the pants, and Nate smacked his bare ass again on his way past to retrieve his bag. Mark jumped and let out an unmanly squeak as he pulled up the pants. Nate was laughing and Mark joined in, wrapping his arms around Nate's waist from behind. He nuzzled into the shorter man's hair and pressed his lips to his ear.
"I love you. I'm going to miss you this summer." Mark whispered, snaking his hand down the front of Nate's slacks and fondling his flaccid cock back to half-mast.
"Hey." Nate unwrapped himself from Mark's arms, stepping away quickly. "Stop that. I'll only be gone for two months. I'll be back before you know it." Nate shrugged his duffel bag up onto his shoulder and headed for the door. Mark followed him, grabbing his hand before he could leave the apartment.
"Have a good trip. And don't let them talk you into staying over any, okay? The bar is scheduled to open on August tenth, and I need you here for that."
Nate smiled and gave Mark's hand a squeeze before nodding and pulling away. "I'll be back in plenty of time, don't worry. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I won't stay away from you long. See you soon."
Nate turned and walked away, leaving Mark in the doorway watching after him until he disappeared down the stairwell. Sighing, Mark closed the door and went back into the apartment alone, his mind already racing with plans for how best to welcome his lover back home.
****
Thursday, July 11, 1985
The squeal of the hinges and the shuffled sound of boots scraping against the floor startled Mark from his troubled sleep. Bright sunlight shone down into his eyes from the window above the bar and he squinted his eyes shut again, groaning and rolling onto his side on the dirty floor. His hand landed in a puddle and he groped blindly until he found the source of the pungent liquid. His fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle and he clutched at it triumphantly, bringing it to his lips and downing the last of the bottle's contents in two quick gulps. He didn't even look to see what it was. He didn't care. The alcohol dulled the pain in his heart and that was all that mattered.
"
Mark! Hey, Mark, you in here,
hombre
?
"
Mark's winced in agony, the sharp sounds of the door slamming followed by his friend Ricardo's loud, heavily accented voice only making things that much worse. He forced his eyes open and took in his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was sitting on a stool at the new bar, drinking away the hurt of Nate's betrayal. Now he was sprawled out on the floor with empty bottles of beer, whiskey, and whatever had been handy scattered around him.
"Mark? Hey, Mark, what the hell?" Ricardo stomped into the room, his heavy combat boots shaking the floor under Mark's shoulder. Mark groaned and wrapped his arms over his head, covering his face and curling his body into as tight a ball as he could manage.
"Go away!"
The ground shook, jarring Mark again when Ricardo
'
s knees landed heavily next to Mark
'
s head. He grabbed Mark
'
s arms with both hands, shaking him lightly.
"
I won
'
t. Come on,
amigo
, open your eyes and talk to me.
What the hell
'
s the matter
with
you
?
"
Mark could feel tears welling behind his eyes and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold them back. Slowly he rolled onto his back and allowed Ricardo to pull his arms away from his face. The concern he saw in his best friend's gaze broke his resolve and a tear escaped from the corner of his eye, slipping down his cheek. Angrily, he dashed it away and pushed himself up until he was sitting cross-legged in front of Ricardo.
"He left me, Ricky. Gettin' married. He's gettin' fucking married! Agh!" Mark grabbed his head again, whimpering and pressing his temples between the palms of his hands. Yelling with a hangover wasn't the smartest of moves, but at least the pain in his head took away from the pain in his soul.
"
What?
Who?
What the hell are you going on about? You aren
'
t making any sense,
amigo
.
"
Ricardo
'
s strong fingers slipped under Mark
'
s hands and into his hair, firmly massaging Mark
'
s temples with steady, even strokes. The caress felt good, comforting, and Mark took a moment to enjoy it before th
e pain and the anger surged through
him again.
Mark pushed Ricardo's hands away and twisted around to survey the floor behind him. A crumpled lavender card lay just out of his reach and he scrambled after it, snatching it up and tossing it into Ricardo's lap. He didn't want to touch it any more than he had to. Holding it in his hands made it real. Ricardo opened the card and Mark looked away, his gaze landing on the mess of spilled and empty bottles strewn all over the floor.
"Mr and Mrs Gregory Chancellor are pleased to announce the engagement of their daughter, Annabelle Mae Chancellor, to Nathan Allen Marshall… Shit. Damn, Mark. Have you called him since you got this?" Ricardo's strong arms wrapped around Mark's shoulders and Mark buried his face in his friend's neck, unable to hold back a sob any longer.
"Only for a minute, Ricky. He wasn't alone. But he said he wanted it. Wanted to get married." Mark couldn't look at Ricardo while he repeated Nate's words, the ones he could force past his throat. He couldn't bring himself to repeat the part where Nate had said Annabelle was the best thing that ever happened to him. The same thing he'd always said about Mark.
