by Riley Knight
There. Mark had been bold, he’d outright said that terrifying L word. For the first time outside of their wedding vows, that word hung between them.
“It’s not just you,” Scott admitted, but he was smiling a bit, acknowledging that Mark had said that word. “I’ve never enjoyed sex with a woman as much as anything that I’ve done with a man. And what we have … I didn’t think I could have that with anyone.”
Mark nodded. That seemed pretty gay to him, or close enough, but really, it didn’t matter to him. If Scott was interested in him, that was good enough.
“Whatever you are, if you’re interested in me, that’s all I need,” Mark said. He dropped the pencil that he’d been holding without even realizing it all of this time and then took Scott’s hand. “So … just me, then? Can I be enough for you?”
They both knew Scott’s reputation. The handsome, rich, Hollywood playboy. That was what he’d always come off as, and to go from a lifestyle like that to being a one-man person, that might be a bit jarring.
So the question was if Scott said that he couldn’t do it, would Mark be able to handle that? Or would the jealousy just drive him insane?
Luckily, he didn’t have to find out. Scott gripped his fingers tightly and then leaned in closer to him.
“Baby, you’re more than enough for me,” Scott whispered, and then they were kissing. It was a long, complicated kiss, the sort of kiss that sealed their commitment to each other more than ever.
“This is what I want our life to be,” Mark said when the kiss finally ended. His heart was beating fast in his chest, and he felt some real hope.
Scott smiled, but Mark didn’t give him time to respond. The fear that he’d lost Scott, or maybe that he’d never had him, was almost overwhelming. To find out that the guy just seemed to flirt without knowing it, or … no. That wasn’t even it. It was just that Jillian was a flirt, but Scott was oblivious to it. And that was actually pretty damn amazing news.
There was no way he was going to be able to resist having Scott now, as a sort of celebration. The pure joy radiating through him, warming him, seemed to have an aphrodisiac effect on him. Or maybe that was the relief, but regardless. He needed him, and he had one of the hardest, most desperate erections of his life to prove it.
So he pushed Scott down with maybe just a little bit too much roughness. Only maybe not, because Scott moaned and squirmed closer, and to Mark’s surprise, he was just as hard as Mark was. Scott wasn’t wearing much clothing, just Mark’s swim trunks, and he hadn’t been this hard even a few minutes ago. Mark would have noticed.
Was it the roughness that did it? Did Scott like being pushed around a little? Mark put his hands on Scott’s broad, strong shoulders and held him down with a firm grip, just to test things out. Mark had never had a problem getting a little bit wild between the sheets, and he found himself sort of hoping that Scott was the same way.
“I have to have you,” Mark admitted, and Scott moaned, rubbing sluttishly, desperately, up against Mark. Yes, it seemed that Scott had no problem with this sort of sex, and Mark was going to have to talk to him about just how far they could go with that, what Scott’s limits were and his boundaries.
Not right then, though. Mark was way, way too hard for that. So he just slipped one hand down, leaving the other one on Scott’s shoulder, and stripped off his husband’s trunks. That left him bare for Mark, and he groaned softly as his lips caressed over Scott’s chest, teasing at his nipples, tasting the sun and the faintest hint of chlorine from the pool and arousal and, most of all, Scott. His gorgeous husband, who was all his.
“You want top or bottom, baby?” Mark murmured. He was good either way, as long as it got going soon, but him pinning Scott down had gotten Mark into the mood to top, honestly. Still, whatever Scott wanted …
“Bottom,” Scott said firmly, and Mark gave a soft gasp at the surges of arousal that went through his entire body, centered on his aching cock. Scott sounded so sure about that, and it hadn’t been that long ago that Scott had been completely uninterested in letting Mark anywhere near him that way.
The fact that he would admit to wanting it now, and in so decisive a way, that drove Mark insane with want. He’d been absolutely fine with bottoming, but it hadn’t been what he really wanted.
“Fuck, baby,” Mark moaned, and he kissed Scott before reaching for the lube which they’d put conveniently close to the bed. He coated his hand with it, then spoke again. “How much preparation do you need?”
No doubt about it, Mark was in a bit of a mood. But he wouldn’t hurt Scott, and he definitely didn’t want to scare him off.
“Just take me,” Scott said, and to Mark’s shock and delight, the man was practically begging for him. Which had to be the single hottest moment that Mark had ever experienced.
Of course, he kept thinking that, and then Scott had to one-up himself and say something hotter, taking the ‘practically’ out of the begging.
“Please, Mark, fuck me, take me,” Scott moaned, and he even spread his legs wide for Mark. God, this was a wet dream come true for him, and he wasn’t going to make either of them wait any longer than they already had.
Only taking the time to slick a decent amount of the lube over his straining erection, Mark let his body rest on top of Scott’s. One of his hands was still covered in lube, so he slid it down to wrap around Scott’s impressive, thick cock, stroking the slippery stuff over it.
At the same time, he lined himself up, angled his cock just right, and started to drive inside of the other man. Hissing as he felt the tight clench of his ass around him, Mark pushed in, making sure that he was angled right to press right against his prostate.
Scott gasped, and his face flushed prettily as he closed around Mark’s cock in the most amazing way possible. It was like that tight ass was pulling him deeper, and Mark sort of lost it then. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Driving deep, he stroked Scott’s cock with his slick hand. His other hand pulled one of Scott’s wrists above his head, pinning him there, and he kissed him fervently as he rocked deep inside him.
“I love you,” Scott gasped, writhing up against him, and Mark felt like his heart was swelling like it might just explode. He’d loved people before, but never like this, and he didn’t even know how to deal with how much he felt at that moment.
“Mine,” Mark asserted, and it was true. He finally knew that it was true, that Scott was his, and only his. He held him down as he thrust deep, the tension in his own body matching what he saw in Scott’s eyes.
“I’m so close, yours, Mark,” Scott moaned, utterly beautiful as he moved under Mark, as he thrust himself up onto him, taking him deep over and over again.
Mark never could have imagined this, that he would have Scott not only willing to bottom to him but loving it so much. He wouldn’t have thought, all of those months ago when he’d been toying with the idea of asking Scott to marry him, that they’d end up here. Desperately in love and so perfect.
Together, while they clung and writhed together, they both came. Scott was first, but only by a few seconds. The way he tensed up and cried out brought Mark hurtling over the edge, too, moaning and kissing each other over and over and tumbling together into the depths of the most intricate, flawless pleasure that Mark had ever experienced.
An orgasm was an orgasm, but what he shared with Scott went far, far beyond that. It was more than just sexual pleasure, far more, and it was irresistible.
“My husband,” Scott murmured, as he passed out. Mark kissed his face, his nose, his round cheeks, his sweet, full lips, and then let himself fall into a deep, satisfying slumber as well.
Chapter Thirteen
Scott
This was it. This was the day where Scott took the next step, the biggest one to date, in getting what he wanted, what he’d needed for so long without even acknowledging it to himself.
He had a family, and it was good. Mary Anne had proven to him that he was better with kids than he ever w
ould have imagined and that his desire to have them was not some whim, but actually, something that he seemed to genuinely need in his life.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Mark said, clearly amused, as Scott paced around through their living room. Scott had moved out of his own house, and he had been surprised by what a relief it was. He had been living in such a beautiful place, but when he saw how Mark’s home was, how Mary Anne seemed to bring life and light into the house in a way that no expensive interior designer ever had managed in Scott’s house, there was really no question.
He wouldn’t have wanted to uproot Mark and Mary Anne, anyway, but their house was a home, while his was just a building with too many rooms that he never used. Once he moved in, he felt right at home, in a way that he hadn’t in his own house.
He’d kept the apartment in town, just because it was convenient for work, but he had already put his mansion up for sale. Why did he need it? He had something much better.
Besides, Mark was a rich man in his own right. His house was hardly a hovel.
“That’s easy for you to say,” Scott grumbled. “You’ve been through this before.” He glanced at a clock hanging on the wall. “When is your brother going to be here? We’re going to be late.”
“He’ll be here.” Mark got up and went to stand behind Scott, his strong hands resting on Scott’s tense shoulders. He started to rub them, and Scott moaned and did his best not to melt into a little puddle of goo on the floor.
Damn, but Mark was good at that.
“You know,” Mark spoke, and Scott looked at him over his shoulder, or at least, he tried to. Those hands on his shoulders made it a little bit more difficult. “It wasn’t really like this when I adopted Mary Anne.”
Scott arched an eyebrow, and let himself be tugged over to the couch. He sat down, and Mark kept working his magic on Scott’s tense shoulders.
“I mean, this is different,” Mark’s voice was quiet, thoughtful, but his hands never stopped kneading at Scott’s shoulders. “When I adopted Mary Anne, she was my ex-wife’s daughter, so I think it was easier.”
Scott frowned. He hadn’t known any of that. Somehow, he’d thought that Mark and his former wife had adopted her together. It seemed like that wasn’t the case.
“There weren’t these many steps,” Mark continued. “Like, we had to apply, and now we have to go to this informational session, right? And that’s just the first few steps. With Mary Anne, it was much simpler, because she was already living with me.”
“I didn’t know that,” Scott admitted. “So you adopted your wife’s kid? And then kept her when you guys separated?”
Scott could feel Mark nodding behind him, and the truth was, that made Scott adore his husband even more. He’d fallen so in love with his little stepdaughter that he’d adopted her.
That was exactly the sort of person that Scott wanted to raise his child with.
“Yeah,” Mark admitted, and Scott pulled away from those hands on his shoulders, but only so that he could turn around and plant a firm, admiring, adoring kiss on his lips.
“So we’ll be doing this together,” Scott said, and the idea pleased him. This was a first for both of them, and somehow, that appealed greatly to him. They were truly in this together.
The kiss deepened, and Scott could feel himself heating up, getting ready to go. Mark could always do this to him, he’d driven him crazy from the first moment that they’d actually had an interaction. Scott might not want to admit it, but he’d fallen for Mark damn quick and found him incredibly attractive even sooner.
So things might have gotten out of hand pretty damn fast if not for the knock that came at the door, breaking the moment between them as effectively as a hammer shatters glass.
“Fuck,” Mark moaned, and Scott laughed softly, but at the same time he couldn’t help but nod in agreement.
“Yeah,” he said, and he grinned as he took Mark’s hand. “I guess it’s your brother. We’d better go.”
He felt happier, though, and less on edge, as they went to answer the door. Some of the tension had been broken, the nerves calmed a little bit. He felt much more prepared to go to this meeting.
Mary Anne threw herself at her uncle, giggling as he picked her up and swung her around. The two of them went off, already talking about what they would do. Scott knew that Mary Anne would come back sugared up, overexcited, and hyper from being spoiled. After all, what else were uncles for?
Hand in hand, Scott walked with Mark to their car to head to the information session. Funny how even a few months ago, Scott would have probably smacked anyone who even suggested that he would be with another man. Now he was shamelessly walking in public with him, holding hands and looking into adopting another child to add to their family.
Life was strange, but, from what he’d seen, it mostly worked out. He just had to hold onto that comforting thought as he went through this entirely new, foreign process.
* * *
It had ended up feeling a little bit like he was speaking to Martians.
Sort of. Only these Martians spoke English well enough that he felt like he should be able to understand them, but he couldn’t. Scott was left staring in fascination, wondering just what sort of an alternate reality he’d stumbled into.
For one thing, there was no special treatment here. Scott got the sense that at least a few of the other prospective parents here knew who he was, but that didn’t mean he was going to get anything special out of it.
Also, he’d just never been in such a child-focused space. It was all about the little person that they were going to be bringing into their home, and Scott wasn’t used to that.
If not for his experience with Mary Anne, he was sure that he would pretty much be the proverbial fish out of water. As it was, he had that little bit of insight, and it helped enough so that he wasn’t completely lost.
Just mostly.
“So … we’ll be applying to foster and then adopt a kid?” Scott checked with Mark as they finally left the session. It had only been a couple of hours long, but it had felt like much longer.
“Yeah,” Mark agreed, taking Scott’s hand again. It was good to have that link, and Scott couldn’t help but smile as he squeezed Mark’s fingers. He was still a bit baffled, but at the very least, he felt like having Mark there helped. Mark was a life raft in the middle of a sea of the unknown.
“Oh. Okay.” Scott frowned. “So then, we just have to wait now. Right?” He looked at Mark, hopeful that that wasn’t the case, but Mark nodded his agreement with that.
“Hurry up and wait,” Mark said, and Scott sighed softly. He’d been afraid of that.
“I’ve psyched myself up to do it, and now I have to wait?” That seemed somehow unfair to Scott, but Mark just smirked in response.
“Get used to it,” he advised. “These things can take a while. But it’s happening, baby, and when it does happen, it’ll be worth the wait.”
Scott looked at Mark thoughtfully, and then slowly nodded. Mark did have a point, he figured. After all, Scott had been waiting for so long just to have a family at all, and all of that waiting had paid off.
“I guess I can wait a little bit more,” he decided, and then he pressed Mark’s fingers lightly with his own, grinning at him. He couldn’t help but be filled with happiness and excitement because this was really happening. He and Mark were really doing this, and this was just the very first steps of their journey.
Scott had the idea that it was going to be a wild ride indeed, but he was ready. So ready.
He could still so clearly remember standing at work not so very long ago, wondering what was missing from his life. Now, he knew. And it was just a matter of time, and working for it, until he got it.
Chapter Fourteen
Mark
Mark was very, very sure that he wanted this. That he wanted to build this family with Scott and welcome another child into their house. He wanted it more than anything.
And he could tell that because he
still wanted it even though Mary Anne was doing her best impression of a hyperactive ferret on a hell of a sugar high. Yes, another child was going to be at least twice as much work, but he couldn’t regret that.
Still, if anything could have made him rethink it, it would be his adorable, amazing, and incredibly bored daughter bouncing around him while he was trying to work.
“Mary Anne. Leave your dad alone,” Scott’s voice came from the doorway, and Mary Anne grinned and launched herself at Scott instead, clearly pleased to see one of her favorite people in the world.
“I thought you were at work,” Mark said, getting up to go give his husband a hug and then a kiss that wasn’t quite brief.
“I left early,” Scott admitted, and Mark blinked at him, not even trying to hide how surprised he was. Scott, leave work early? He wouldn’t have thought that he had it in him!
“What’s up, Mary Anne?” Scott asked, and Mark noticed that his daughter was tugging on Scott’s hand, desperately trying to get his attention.
“I’m bored,” she complained, and Scott laughed softly and ruffled her blond hair. It was pretty amazing for Mark to see Scott comfortable enough with her daughter to do that, and her comfortable enough to accept it.
“What do you want to do? Your dad needs to work, but I can hang out with you,” Scott said, therefore securing his position as the love of Mark’s life if there had been any doubt about that to start with.
“I want to go hang out with Tania,” Mary Anne said, her gaze plaintive as she looked up at the two of them, her green eyes huge and imploring. “She called and asked if I could …”
Mark shook his head. He hated to see his daughter so sad, but he was seriously behind in his work. He’d been spending way too much time with Scott and not enough on his drawing.
“I’m sorry, but Tania doesn’t live close enough,” Mark said. It was a half hour drive just to get there, and he was going to have to finish up what he was doing before he could do anything.