Warning: 18+ Mature Content
This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.
Mark stayed in his room the entire day, lost in the glow of his new phone, scrolling endlessly through social media. He searched for familiar names, eager to reconnect with old friends.
Then he saw one without hesitation, he messaged him.
"Hey… It's me. Mark. How's everyone doing? What have I missed?"
The reply came faster than he expected.
"Mark… wow, it's been a long time. How are you doing? I'm good. He wanted to ask about one of his close friends, Then he saw a message come in, Do you hear about Jim's death? He's gone. Died in a car accident a few months back. What?
Mark blinked at the message, frozen. The room suddenly felt colder.
No… it can't be. Not him…
Then his friends asked Where have you been?
He didn't reply right away. His fingers trembled over the keyboard. When he finally answered, it was short, empty.
"I've been away."
That was all he could say.
He dropped the phone on the bed and curled up, his chest tight, his heart aching. Silent tears streamed down his face as reality settled in.
He's gone… and I didn't even get to say goodbye. All this time, I was locked away like nothing outside mattered.
The grief hit him hard. And the guilt hit even harder.
Dinner time, everyone is set to eat, and Dnie noticed Mark's absence.
"Where is he?" Dnie asked quietly.
"He's not coming down," David said, already sensing something was wrong. He turned to one of the maids. "Take his dinner to him."
The maid returned a few minutes later, eyes unsure. "Sir… Sir Mark looked sad. I didn't ask anything. Just left the tray."
Tony let out a short laugh. "Maybe his crush rejected him. He's still a baby."
David's eyes turned cold as steel. He glared at Tony without a word, The smile vanished from Tony's face.
"What's so funny?" Dnie snapped at him. She stood up. "I'm going to see him."
"No," David said firmly, stopping her. Let's eat for now.
The house quieted as night fell. Still, Mark didn't come to David's room.
David waited, then finally got up and walked to his room.
Inside, the room was fuzzy. Mark lay curled up on the bed, facing the wall, wrapped tightly under the duvet. His dinner sat untouched on the table.
David quietly climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers. Without a word, he gently wrapped his arms around Mark from behind.
"Hey," he whispered.
Mark slowly pulled the duvet down and turned slightly to face him. David brushed the hair from his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
Mark didn't answer. He just reached out and hugged David tightly.
"Can we talk about it… in the morning?" he murmured.
David nodded, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "Okay."
That night, David stayed. Holding him. Saying nothing. But Mark couldn't sleep.
He kept tossing from side to side on the bed, the sheets no longer comforting, the silence around him feeling too loud. Every time he closed his eyes, rest refused to come.
David noticed. "Why are you not sleeping?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
"I can't sleep," Mark murmured.
David moved closer and wrapped his arms around him. "What do I have to do to help you sleep, hmm?" He smiled faintly. "Should I sing for you? Or maybe dance?"
He was trying to make Mark smile, to lift the heavy mood in the room.
But Mark didn't laugh. "I don't want any of that."
David looked at him carefully. "Then what do you want?"
Mark turned his face toward him, eyes half-lidded with a soft ache. "I want you…" His voice dropped, bold and broken. "I want to f*ck you."
David blinked, taken aback for a second, but smiled gently. "No, Mark…"
Mark frowned immediately. "You don't want me?"
Of course, I want you—" David began, but before he could finish, Mark turned away with a soft sulk.
"You can sleep," he muttered, facing the wall.
David sighed and gently turned Mark to face him again. "You know… my hand just healed. The doctor's coming for the final check-up tomorrow morning. I can't afford to mess it up now."
"I understand," Mark said softly. "Let's just sleep."
But David could feel the truth in Mark's body, in the heat of his skin, in the quiet tension pulsing off him.
Mark wanted him badly, and David knew this wasn't just tonight. Mark often initiated their moment together. Even when they had just had intimate the night before, Mark still wanted more. David had lost count of the number of times Mark had reached for sex,
"David wasn't sure if Mark just had a strong sex drive or if he was just craving closeness, but he loved him too much to turn him away."
He didn't want to see Mark sulking over something he could give him.
So he leaned in and wrapped his arms around Mark again, pulling him close from behind. "Let's do it," he whispered.
Mark hesitated. "It's okay… we can wait until after the doctor confirms everything's fine."
David pressed a kiss to his neck. "I want you now."
Mark barely had time to respond before David's lips were on his neck, brushing the sensitive skin lightly, then slowly deepening the kiss. His tongue grazed from Mark's hairline to the curve of his neck, finding the exact spot he knew would make Mark tremble.
Mark's breath hitched.
David sniggered against his skin. "Take off your pajamas," he said, leaning in, his voice low and full of heat. "Tonight, Mark... I want to fuck you in a way I never have before."
A spark lit in Mark's eyes—just hearing words like that from David always sent a thrill through him. Without hesitation, they stripped, tossing their clothes aside like they couldn't get out of them fast enough.
Mark crawled onto the bed, his eyes locked on David. "I want to suck you," he whispered, "I want to hear you moan for me."
David's smile was soft, full of promise. "Anything for you, Mark."
He lay back on the bed, relaxed and open, watching as Mark straddled him—not to ride just yet, but to bring himself closer, his arousal pressing against David's. Mark shifted, positioning both their hard cocks side by side.
"I want to jerk us off together," he said with a hungry grin.
David nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "Go ahead. Live out your desire."
Mark wrapped his hand around them both, pausing for a moment. "Yours is thicker, bigger, and longer than mine…" he murmured, eyes glinting with mischief.
David chuckled, brushing a hand down Mark's thigh. "And I love it that way."
Reaching over to the drawer, Mark grabbed a tube of lube and slicked his hand. He looked down at David, eyes full of longing and lust. "I want to hear you moan. Loud. I want to know I'm the one making you feel that good."
He began slowly, stroking both of them together, his hand moving in smooth, steady motions. Then harder, faster. David's head fell back, his control unraveling.
He moaned—deep, unfiltered, raw. Like it was his first time. "Mark…" he gasped, breath hitching with every stroke.
Both of them were lost in the rhythm, in the sound of skin against skin, in the pleasure of their bodies pressed together. Mark held them both, hand tight and determined, until David was shaking, groaning openly, surrendering to the moment with nothing left to hide.
Mark gripped both of their rods in his hands, stroking them with increasing urgency. David's cries filled the room, deep and breathless.
"Mmm... ahh... Mark, I love this..." he groaned, eyes fluttering shut.
Mark couldn't hold back his sounds—his breath hitched as the pleasure surged. His hand moved faster, working both of them in perfect rhythm.
"I'm... I'm going to cum!" Mark gasped, his body trembling.
"Me too," David, "I'm—ahh—I'm c*ming—"
Mark spilled first, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. David didn't hesitate—he grabbed Mark, lifting him effortlessly before sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned Mark around and lowered him onto his throbbing length, thrusting up hard to chase his release.
Mark's legs were still shaking from his climax, his body barely able to keep up. David gripped his hips tightly, slamming into him with a rough, desperate rhythm.
A guttural moan escaped David's lips as he finally released, his body tensing before he collapsed forward, wrapping his arms around Mark.
He kissed him deep, breathless, then rested his forehead against Mark's shoulder, both of them panting, sweat-slicked and trembling in the post-climax daze.