Waiting for a Prince (14 page)

Sam sat up and scrambled off the sofa, kneeling beside Mark and wrapping his arms

around him, pulling him close. Mark buried his head against Sam’s neck, fighting valiantly to

hold back the tears which threatened to spill. Sam kissed his head, forehead, cheeks, little

murmurs escaping his lips as he comforted Mark.

“It’s okay, baby, he’s free of it now.”

And then the dam burst. Mark sobbed, his tears falling freely onto Sam’s blood-spattered

shirt. Sam held him close as he cried for his father. All the pain of those years poured out of him, the feelings of impotence as he stood by and watched his mother hurt his father, first with a vicious tongue, and later with her fists and anything else that was at hand. Mark had never

forgiven her. Even though she had never laid a hand on him, he had drawn away from her, from

the day of his father’s death, right up to the present. He barely said a word when she phoned him once each week, confining his replies to short, clipped sentences or monosyllabic answers. And

it would stay that way.

“Thank you for trusting me with this,” Sam murmured into his hair. “It means so much

to me.” He cupped Mark’s cheek and gazed into his eyes. “Love you.”

Mark’s heart soared. “Oh God, Sam, I love you.” He curled his hand around Sam’s nape

and pulled his face closer, their lips meeting once more in a heady kiss. He felt Sam sag against him. Mark broke the kiss and gave Sam a searching glance. “Wonderful though this is, you need

some rest. We can talk more in the morning.” Mark was already flagging. He got to his feet and

held out a hand. Sam looked at it, forehead creased. Mark smiled. “Come to bed. I want you in

my arms tonight.”

The look on Sam’s face made his heart sing. “Oh yes,” he breathed, his face alight.

Mark took hold of Sam’s hand and led him to the bedroom in silence.

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The early morning sun spilled through the yellow curtains of his bedroom, bathing the

room in a warm light. Mark lay there, his arm around Sam, body curled around his, and just

drank in the sensations. He could still detect the medicinal odor of the dressing on Sam’s

stitches, an unwelcome reminder of the previous day’s event. Mark nuzzled his chin into the

juncture where Sam’s neck met his shoulder, inhaling the aroma that was Sam, familiar and

comforting.
That’s better
.

He smiled to himself as he recalled them undressing last night. Even after spending a

number of Mondays naked on the beach with him, Sam’s cheeks had flushed as he’d stepped

out of his jeans, leaving his boxers in place. Mark had followed his lead and left his briefs on.

At that moment the only thing on his mind was to get Sam into bed and hold him. And the soft

murmurs that emanated from Sam when Mark had spooned up around him, told Mark that Sam

was more than content to lie in his arms. They’d kissed briefly, but it had soon become clear

that both men were badly in need of rest. Once the light was out, Mark had succumbed quickly,

drifting off into a deep, velvety sleep.

To awaken and find Sam still in his arms was like a dream.

Mark kissed Sam’s shoulder, the skin silky and warm beneath his lips. Part of him still

couldn’t quite believe that Sam was really there. He moved slowly across Sam’s back, laying a

carpet of tender kisses across his shoulder blades, then down his spine, only to drift upward to his shoulders. Mark’s hand was pressed against Sam’s chest, stroking the smooth skin of his

pecs, before moving slowly downward to his abs, trailing fingertips over the contours. Sam

stirred slightly, his back stretching as he leaned into Mark’s touch.

“Good morning.” Mark spoke quietly into Sam’s ear before kissing it lightly. Sam

shivered.

“Morning.” Sam reached back to touch Mark tentatively, the angle awkward. Mark

wasn’t having that. He shifted his body away from Sam’s warmth and pushed Sam onto his

back. He pressed his body up against Sam’s side. Sleepy blue eyes regarded him, no trace of

unease in his expression. Sam reached up to put his arms around Mark, stroking his fingers

down Mark’s back and over his biceps, finally gliding over his chest. Sam let out little sounds 82

down Mark’s back and over his biceps, finally gliding over his chest. Sam let out little sounds of pure contentment. “Your skin feels good, soft.” Sam smiled shyly. “I love touching you.”

Mark loved being touched.

“I’ve never had this before,” he murmured. Sam tilted his head. “Someone touching me

so…” The word ‘lovingly’ hovered on his tongue, and in that second he recalled Sam’s

declaration of several hours ago. It wasn’t a dream, was it? All of a sudden, his stomach roiled.

He bit his bottom lip, his throat suddenly dry as dust.

“Mark.” Sam’s voice broke through. Mark gazed down at him, taking in the gentle smile

which played around his lips, and the eyes which regarded Mark with warmth—and something

resembling amusement. “Mark, I’m going to have to stop touching you for a sec. I need the

bathroom.” Yeah, there was definitely a twinkle in those eyes.

Reluctantly Mark pulled away and Sam slid out of the bed. “There are fresh towels in

the airing cupboard,” Mark said, trying to anticipate Sam’s needs. He watched as Sam walked

around the bed, Mark’s eyes feasting on the lean, tall body, the dark swirl of those tattoos which were
so
sexy. His gaze moved lower to where the tattoo disappeared below the waistband of Sam’s boxers. Mark swallowed, instantly picturing the delicate swirls which he knew lay coiled

around the root of Sam’s cock—and then he forgot to breathe as he took in the sight of Sam’s

erection which had already tented the fabric of his boxers.

Mark was aware that Sam’s breathing had changed. He lifted his eyes to find Sam

staring at him, cheeks flushed, obviously conscious of Mark’s focus.

“And what if I need something other than a towel?” Sam asked breathlessly. His pupils

dilated.

Oh fuck. “There…there’s a new toothbrush under the wash basin and toothpaste in the

wall cabinet.”

Sam blinked and cleared his throat. “And where do you keep your condoms and lube?”

His scarlet cheeks betrayed his nervousness. Sam swallowed. “That is, if you want to—”

“Oh God, yes,” Mark breathed.

Sam grinned. Mark could almost see the tension slipping from him. “I’ll be right back.”

And then he was gone. Mark lay in bed and listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom,

and his pulse started racing. Swiftly he reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a strip of condoms. He scrabbled about until he found the bottle of lube. He placed them

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out a strip of condoms. He scrabbled about until he found the bottle of lube. He placed them

next to the lamp, an ear cocked toward the door as he listened to Sam’s movements in the next

room. And then it hit him. It would be Sam’s first time. Would Sam expect to top? Would he be

prepared to bottom? Mark’s anticipation faltered as his breathing accelerated. He only knew he

had to make it good for Sam. Memories of Mark’s own first time assaulted him and he was

determined to give Sam a much better experience.

“Stop thinking so hard.”

Mark started. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t heard the tell-tale signs that Sam had

finished in the bathroom. He glanced up—and caught his breath.

Sam stood in the doorway, nude, his hard cock jutting out from his body at a right angle,

the thick ring through the end of his dick making Mark’s hole clench. Okay, so Mark didn’t

bottom—but for once he ached to know how that would feel as it slid into his arse and nudged

his prostate. Sam stroked his cock lazily, tugging at it, squeezing it, and the sight of pre-come glistening at the tip spoke loudly to Mark. Sam was eager.

“Give me a minute, all right?” Mark pleaded, as he leaped from the bed and pushed past

Sam to dart into the bathroom. As he dashed through the fastest wash-up of his life, he could

hear Sam’s dry chuckle. Mark’s teeth and toothbrush came together in a brief but thorough

meeting, and then Mark was done. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Sam lying in the

middle of the bed on his back, still playing with his cock while he reached past his balls to play with his hole. Sam already had a finger in his arse, his breath coming out in hoarse pants as he pushed into the tight channel.

“Wanted to get myself ready for you,” Sam panted. Mark groaned, now hard as a rock at

the thought of sliding into Sam’s virgin arse. Sam’s eyes pleaded with him. “Come here and kiss me.”

Mark needed no second invitation. He clambered onto the bed and knelt beside Sam,

bending low to kiss him, their kisses no longer tender but full of urgent need. Sam moaned as

Mark plunged his tongue deep into Sam’s mouth, exploring him eagerly. Mark reached down

and took hold of Sam’s hand, forcing him to relinquish his cock as he guided it to his own.

Sam’s eyes opened wide as he wrapped his hand around Mark’s swollen shaft. He broke the

kiss, breathing heavily.

“Oh God, Mark. Want you in my mouth.”

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Mark’s breath caught as Sam got up onto his hands and knees and, grasping Mark’s cock

firmly in one hand, he opened wide and took all of Mark’s length into him. Mark shuddered to

feel hot, wet heat surrounding his prick, and he resisted the urge to thrust, letting Sam take

control, his head bobbing furiously as he sucked Mark deeper.

“Oh my God, you’re good at this,” Mark gasped out as Sam worked his cock,

establishing a steady rhythm which was driving Mark out of his mind. He heard what was

undoubtedly a chuckle which vibrated around his dick—and then Sam speeded up. Mark

looked down at his lover as he hungrily sucked Mark’s dick, and then his gaze traveled along

the lovely line of Sam’s spine to his arse, to where two rounded globes lay in wait for him.

Mark caressed the length of Sam’s back, stretching over Sam to slide a finger along his crease, in search of his prize. Sam shuddered violently as Mark pushed a single finger into Sam’s

pulsing hole. Sam groaned loudly around his cock, tremors rippling through him.

“You want me inside you?”

Sam nodded eagerly, his head bobbing faster, small whimpers escaping from him almost

constantly now. Mark pressed deeper into the tight, hot tunnel that was begging for his cock and Sam moaned around his length. Mark didn’t want to wait any longer.

“God, Sam, I need you.”

Sam pulled away from his dick with a loud groan and knelt up, wrapping his arms

around Mark and kissing him fervently, his cock heavy and hard against Mark’s belly, its ring

slick with pre-come. Mark reached around him to slide his finger once more into Sam, pressing

between his cheeks, seeking that hot little hole. Sam pushed back, clearly desperate for more.

“W-want you, now.” Sam’s voice quavered. Mark kissed him deeply and then pushed

him onto his back in the center of the bed, Sam’s head propped up by numerous pillows. Sam

regarded him with shining eyes. Mark had never been this hard in his life.

“I want you to grab hold of your legs and pull them back,” he instructed, tugging at his

shaft which was leaking pre-come furiously. The breath caught in his throat as Sam obeyed him

without hesitation, revealing his tight pucker which quivered. “Oh God, Sam… I need to taste

you.”

Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head as Mark stretched out on his belly between Sam’s

spread thighs and boldly licked over his hole. He shuddered as Mark pressed his tongue into

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spread thighs and boldly licked over his hole. He shuddered as Mark pressed his tongue into

him. “Oh fuck, Mark, no one’s ever….” His words died as Mark tongued around the rim and

slid a finger into him at the same time. “M-more,” he moaned softly. Shudders coursed through

him as Mark lost himself in his task: he wanted Sam to be begging for his cock. And getting

Sam there was going to be fun.

Mark loved rimming, but it was a delight he rarely enjoyed. Brief hook-ups in club

bathrooms didn’t allow for indulging in some hot tongue play, and now that Mark had Sam

exactly where he wanted him, he was going to take his time. And he could do this
all day
. Mark worked Sam’s hole with tongue and fingers, searching for his prostate. When Sam arched up off

the bed, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream, Mark knew he’d hit pay-dirt.

“Jackpot,” he said softly, and then slid in a second finger, pushing them into Sam slowly

and then crooking them to rub over that little knot that had Sam seemingly on the verge of

coming. Sam shook, thighs trembling as he succumbed to Mark’s eager ministrations. When

Sam began to tremble more violently, Mark ceased his sensual tongue bath and reached for a

condom. Sam’s eyes never left him as Mark tore open the foil wrapper and slid the latex over

his thick shaft. Mark slicked himself with lube and then pushed two glistening fingers into Sam.

Mark knelt at Sam’s arse, cock aching to be inside him.

“Ready?” he asked softly.

Sam locked eyes with him, his body rippling with anticipation. “Ready.”

“I want you to relax. Breathe. It will make this much easier.” Mark held his dick steady

at Sam’s hole, the swollen head pressed against him, and slowly pushed inside him, noting

Sam’s immediate grimace. “Breathe, baby.” He wrapped his hand around Sam’s rigid cock and

gently worked it, rubbing his fingers over the thick ring through the head, listening to the

changes in Sam’s breathing. Sam panted, his face contorted.