Stubborn Heart (16 page)

Mark rolled slowly onto his back. He relaxed his hips and spread his legs until his knees rested almost on the bed. He looked up at Trevor, eyelids fluttering.

Trevor sucked in a deep breath and exhaled as he looked down at Mark. Mark’s face and chest had flushed to a deep pink color, his eyes half closed as he tried to focus. His cock was rock hard, pulsating above his abdomen.

“So amazing. So beautiful,” Trevor whispered. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Mark’s stomach, then lifted Mark’s buttocks and slipped a pillow underneath his lower back. He rolled a condom over his hard, leaking member and positioned himself between Mark’s splayed legs. Kneeling, he leaned over and took Mark in his mouth while simultaneously using two fingers to apply lube to Mark’s hole.

Mark rocked his hips to meet the rhythm of Trevor’s mouth and fingers. His world narrowed to nothing more than the pleasure of Trevor’s attentions. All of his senses rerouted to his cock and ass.

Mark quickly felt the pressure mounting. “Stop. That’s all I can take right now,” he whispered as he pushed Trevor’s mouth away from his swollen cock. “I want you inside me when I cum.”

Trevor gently kissed Mark’s inner thigh, then situated himself between his legs. “Look at me, baby,” he pleaded. “I want to see me in your eyes.”

Mark nodded and looked up to meet Trevor’s eyes. Without looking away, Trevor positioned himself at Mark’s entrance and pressed forward. Mark’s eyes widened as Trevor pressed forward, stopping only when his balls smacked against Mark’s ass. Slowly he withdrew until only the head of his cock remained, then eased forward again. With each thrust, he gradually increased his momentum.

“That feels so good,” Mark panted. “But it feels like you are too far away.” He pushed Trevor’s hands from his thighs and pulled Trevor’s torso down. He hooked his ankles behind Trevor, then placed the heel of one foot on top of Trevor’s ass cheeks and used it to nudge him closer. Trevor shifted his knees and leaned forward until his body rested on top of Mark. He used his elbows to support his upper body. Mark cupped his hands behind Trevor’s head and pulled his mouth hungrily onto his own. He forced his tongue inside Trevor’s mouth, claiming it just as surely as Trevor’s cock claimed his ass.

The sensations became overwhelming, and Mark felt his thoughts grow foggy. Trevor had positioned himself so that each thrust brought his dick in contact with Mark’s prostate. With each movement, Trevor ground his stomach against Mark’s belly. Trapped between their bodies, Mark’s cock was being slowly, deliciously massaged as skin slid across skin. Sweat, mixed with his own precum, provided a natural lubricant. The soft hairs on Trevor’s stomach added even more stimulation.

Trevor broke off their kiss. He placed his hands on either side of Mark’s head, holding it in place with his thumbs on either temple, his fingers cradling the back of Mark’s head. He positioned himself so that his face hovered a few inches above Mark’s. Trevor shifted his weight slightly to apply more pressure with his abdomen, and ground Mark’s cock between them as his own cock pummeled Mark’s tight hole.

Mark could feel Trevor’s hot breath hit his face as he grunted with each thrust. His own soft moans mixed their air together. The shift in Trevor’s position was really working him over, and the pressure in his pelvis quickly mounted. Slowly his eyes drifted shut as the sensations carried him away.

“Stay with me, baby,” Trevor insisted, still holding tight to Mark’s head.

“Sorry.” Mark grinned through the haze. He opened his eyes and looked up at Trevor. “You’re making it pretty hard to focus.”

“I want to see how good I make you feel,” Trevor panted between breaths. He lowered his head and gently nipped at Mark’s bottom lip with his teeth.

“I’m getting really close.” Mark felt his muscles tighten and his scrotum contract, pulling his balls tight. Suddenly, he was done. “Trevor!” he gasped, sucking in a deep breath as his orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave. He dug his fingers into Trevor’s back, holding on as spasms wracked him all over. Buried between them, Mark’s trapped dick shot load after load, his hot white cum spreading and coating both their stomachs.

Trevor continued the rhythmic thrusting of his hips. He plowed into Mark’s channel without missing a beat. He kept Mark’s face pinned between his hands, staring into his eyes.

Mark noisily sucked in air as he tried to recover from his postorgasmic haze, but his efforts to focus were hampered by Trevor’s continued assault. The constant movement of Trevor’s cock in and out his hole kept Mark’s senses on overdrive. He forced himself to stay focused on Trevor’s eyes. Trevor never blinked, his eyes like huge brown pools that threatened to consume Mark.

They remained locked together, Mark’s arms and legs wrapped around Trevor. The only movement was Trevor’s hips grinding as he glided his rock-hard cock in and out of Mark’s channel. A slight increase in the speed of his thrusts and breathing told Mark that Trevor was close. He squeezed to tighten his muscles, and Trevor seemed to grow larger in response. Trevor’s thrusts became ragged and less controlled.

“Mark!” he groaned as he stiffened. With one final thrust, he completely buried his dick in Mark’s ass. Mark felt every pulsation as Trevor’s hot liquid release filled the condom.

Trevor released his grip on Mark’s head and kissed him gently as his body relaxed. He shifted his weight slightly, but Mark pulled him close again. He rested his head in the crook of Mark’s neck and nuzzled.

“Don’t move too much,” Mark whispered. He ran his fingers through Trevor’s hair, pushing a few damp strands away from his face. “I want to keep you inside me just a little longer.” He drew his legs up around Trevor’s waist, holding him in place. Slowly, he felt Trevor slip from his body. Sighing, Mark relaxed his legs, but he kept Trevor nestled between them. He rubbed circles on Trevor’s back, easing him down from his orgasm.

After a while, Trevor began softly kissing the spot where Mark’s neck and shoulder met. He made no effort to get up or change positions.

“Merry Christmas, Trevor,” Mark said as he continued to rub Trevor’s back.

“Best one ever.” Trevor sighed lazily. He gave Mark a little squeeze without really moving. “Best one ever.”

Chapter 18

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of the great things about Atlanta in the winter is that sometimes Mother Nature forgets it’s supposed to be cold. This was that kind of day. It was the first Saturday of the new year, and the temperature had crept up to sixty-five degrees. Trevor had finished his rounds at the hospital early. He had driven over to pick up Mark from his condo. Now they were strolling along one of the paths through Piedmont Park. The sun was shining down warm and bright, making it seem almost like spring. Trevor was casually telling Mark about some of the patients he had seen from the SICU.

“Whoa!” he yelped in surprise as a big black dog slammed into him. He staggered back to keep from falling over. A huge head nuzzled his crotch, the dog’s tail wagging in excitement.

“Hey, I know you,” he said, reaching down to lift the dog’s head up and scratch behind his ears.

Mark reached over to pat Jasper’s head as well. The dog gave him a sniff, but quickly shifted his focus back to Trevor.

“Get off him, you crazy dog!” Kyle yelled as he ran up to meet them. He grabbed Jasper by the collar and pulled him away. He looked up at Trevor, obviously embarrassed. “I am so sorry. I just cannot control this brute!”

“He’s fine.” Trevor laughed, rubbing Jasper’s head. “I can’t believe he remembered me from seeing me just once.”

“That’s Jasper.” Kyle grinned. “Play ball or throw something for him one time and he’ll be your friend for life.”

“Hey!” Mark said, giving Kyle a hug. “I don’t know if I’m more glad to see you, or more embarrassed because we haven’t called.”

“No worries.” Kyle chuckled dismissively. “Blame it on the holidays. Everyone’s life gets too crazy.”

“Is Jeff here?” Trevor asked, looking around. He picked up a large stick and threw it toward an open area, away from other people. Jasper bounded after it.

“No, he’s working,” Kyle said. “He probably won’t have any real time off until after the tax season is over.”

“At least when Trevor has to go in on a weekend, he can usually leave after seeing all the patients on his service,” Mark replied.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Trevor called as he jogged after the dog.

Mark and Kyle shared stories about what they had done over the holidays. Mark had forgotten how easy Kyle was to talk to. In the distance, they could see Trevor and Jasper playing.

“Look over there.” Kyle pointed out a group of men playing soccer. “Too bad it isn’t warmer. They’d be showing more skin.”

“Bad boy!” Mark quipped, lightly smacking Kyle on the arm.

“What?” Kyle asked, feigning shock. “I can window-shop all I want, I just can’t go in the store.”

“Yeah, that one has a really nice ass.” Mark nodded, pointing to the dark-haired man kicking the ball as he charged across the field, maneuvering around the other players.

“Yeah, but look at the blond chasing him,” Kyle replied.

They took turns pointing out the players running back and forth on the field. Soon it became a game to try and decide on which of the men was the hottest. Their focus was pulled away from the game when Trevor came running up from behind them, with Jasper panting and trotting happily beside him. Trevor’s hair was disheveled and full of grass. His shirt was untucked on one side, and he had dirt stains on his shirt and jeans.

“What happened to you?” Mark asked as he surveyed the damage.

Trevor grinned ear to ear, still panting from exertion. “Jasper likes to play tackle,” he announced as if it were the most wonderful thing in the world.

Mark laughed and looked over at Kyle. “Glad I’m not the one doing his laundry.”

“What?” Trevor asked innocently, still beaming.

Mark rolled his eyes. “I guess I need to get you home so you can clean up.”

“What?” Trevor asked again, now suspiciously.

“Oh, nothing.” Mark laughed. “You just look like you were run over, or something.”

“It’s just a little dirt, that’s all,” Trevor protested. He brushed at his pants as if he could knock the dirt off them.

Mark shook his head and turned back to Kyle. “It was great running into you again. I promise I will call you soon.”

“Unacceptable!” Kyle shook his head. “We always say that to people. What are you doing tonight?”

Trevor and Mark looked at each other and both shrugged.

“Nothing special,” Trevor answered first.

“Excellent!” Kyle beamed. “Come and have dinner at our place. Jeff will be home by six o’clock, so come about seven.”

“I don’t want to put you out on such short notice,” Mark protested, raising a hand.

“Nonsense,” Kyle countered. “I invited you. Besides, it will give me something to do until Jeff gets home.”

They accepted the invitation, and Kyle gave them his address and directions on how to get there. He walked away with Jasper dancing around him. Mark looked over at Trevor and laughed. Trevor looked at him curiously.

“You’re a mess!” Mark said. He pulled the remainder of Trevor’s shirttail out and brushed at it, trying to smooth it down.

“Does that mean you’ll give me a bath when we get home?” Trevor asked suggestively, wriggling his eyebrows.

“With a hose outdoors,” Mark teased.

“I’ll take what I can get,” Trevor replied. He reached around Mark’s back and placed a hand on his shoulder to pull him closer.

“Don’t try getting me all dirty,” Mark fussed, playfully pushing Trevor away.

Trevor grabbed Mark around the waist, picked him up, and spun around once.

Mark twisted free, laughing, and pushed Trevor away again. Trevor shrugged and started walking toward his car. Mark fell into step beside Trevor and placed his hand on his shoulder. Trevor grabbed him back. They strode back to Trevor’s car that way, one arm draped over each other’s shoulder.

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they were back at the car, Mark declared he would drive. He rummaged through the trunk and found something to cover the seat so that Trevor’s clothes wouldn’t mess up the seat. They drove over to Trevor’s apartment so he could shower and change into clean clothes. When they arrived, the place was quiet.

“Derrick’s not home,” Trevor whispered conspiratorially once they were inside.

“Go and get cleaned up,” Mark ordered, giving Trevor a gentle shove.

“I’m not that dirty,” Trevor said as he walked into his bedroom.

Mark sat on the sofa and began thumbing through a magazine. He heard rustling in the other room and then the shower started. He laughed when he heard Trevor start humming a song.

“Mark!” Trevor called loudly from the shower.

Mark placed the magazine back on the table and walked into the bathroom. Behind the curtain, Trevor stood with his head under the shower nozzle, scrubbing his hair. His back was toward Mark.

“Are you calling me?” Mark asked through the shower curtain.

“Yeah,” Trevor answered. “Can you hand me the conditioner? I left it on the counter.”