by Riley Knight
Finally, Mark pushed between Scott’s legs, his thick cock leading the way. Finally, he had what he wanted, and Scott cried out as that gorgeous cock took him, as it slid deep inside his slippery ass, his arms and legs wrapping tightly around his husband.
It was good, so good. Like being complete, two people becoming one. At that moment, Scott felt pleasure, yes, radiating through all of his body with an irresistible heat, but he also felt a deep, shuddering sense of completion, and belonging, and love.
So much love.
Chapter Sixteen
Mark
There was nothing on the planet which could compare to being buried deep inside this man. To feeling his body, tight and hot, welcome him, draw him deeper inside. To get to watch as Scott moaned and writhed under him.
It was completely perfect.
Scott was pulling away from Mark, and he knew it. They both did. Well, Mark wasn’t going to give him up without a fight. It was time to show Scott just what was worth staying for.
For the first few exquisite thrusts, Mark rested on top of Scott, making sure to rub against his prostate with each and every movement. The way Scott moved for him, the way he writhed, was deeply arousing and gratifying, but he soon enough realized it wasn’t what he wanted.
Moving suddenly, he rolled onto his back and shifted Scott on top. He watched to watch his gorgeous face, his expressions, his sexy body, as he took Mark inside himself.
“Ride me,” Mark whispered, his eyes burning up at Scott, his hands slipping over his thighs to his slender hips. “Ride me, baby, ride me hard.”
With a hiss of pleasure, Scott settled down onto Mark’s cock, and Mark groaned as he pushed up into him. That ass gripped him, seemingly drawing his pleasure right out of him.
And that was before Scott started to move. Before he started to bounce on Mark, rocking his hips on him, using him shamelessly and letting Mark use him, too.
“Oh my God, babe, Scott, baby, I love you,” Mark babbled. He’d been told he was too quiet a lot of the time, too reserved, too lost in his own head, but there was no sign of any of that now. He couldn’t seem to shut up.
“Me too, I’m so close,” Scott moaned back, and Mark felt his balls tighten up in response to that statement. He knew the moment Scott came, he would be doing the same, and it only made them move together, writhing against each other, even more.
In the end, they came at pretty much exactly the same time. Scott was a split second earlier, and the way his body contracted and clenched around Mark’s cock, it was far too easy for him to let the waves of pleasure, of intense heat, wash through him until he couldn’t think about anything else.
For a moment, a long, flawless, beautiful moment, they just stayed like that, bodies arched with their orgasms, sweaty and covered in come. Mark locked his eyes with Scott’s, loving the way the rich brown looked, dazed and sated with his pleasure.
He could never get enough of looking at this man. Never. But he was willing to spend his whole life doing it.
The moment passed, and Scott climbed down off of Mark and lay beside him again. He didn’t cuddle close, though. He kept a bit of a distance, a few inches only, but Mark felt each of them keenly.
He’d been so happy, but the sensation faded away when Scott rolled onto his side, facing away from Mark. The closeness Mark had felt, was it all him? Sometimes, he felt like he knew Scott so well, but sometimes, the man was a complete mystery to him.
“What is it?” he asked, taking a bit of a risk and putting his hand on Scott’s shoulder. Mark knew that when he himself got into a bit of a mood, sometimes the worst thing someone could do was touch him, but he didn’t know about Scott yet.
“I ruined everything.”
There was a thickness in Scott’s voice, and Mark realized that the man was crying. He was actually crying. Scott had never been vulnerable enough around him to do that before.
“Oh, baby, shh, what is it?” Mark moved so that he was lying behind him, his body cradling Scott’s slender form from behind. He wrapped himself around him, holding him close, but for once, without a sexual intention.
“I ruined it. I ruined everything,” Scott repeated. “I swear I didn’t mean to. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Mark rubbed his shoulders, wanting more than anything to make this better. He didn’t understand what the deal was, not really, but he did know he wanted to help his husband, who really seemed to be miserable.
“Is this because of the home study?” he asked. He knew those sorts of things could be pretty stressful. But Scott seemed to be taking it especially hard. He even seemed to think Mark was angry with him, for some reason.
“Yes,” Scott whispered. “And then because I took off after. I’m sorry. I just freaked out.”
Mark shook his head. He was hardly the sort of person who would judge people for needing some time alone. He knew he was far more introverted than his husband, and needing space? Yeah, no. He wasn’t going to freak out about that.
“It’s fine, baby,” Mark soothed him. “All of it.”
Scott buried his face in Mark’s shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around the other man, who was still shaking a little. He obviously wasn’t comforted yet.
“But what I said to the social worker. She wrote it down. She’s never going to want to give us a kid now.”
Mark didn’t laugh. He very deliberately didn’t laugh, because it clearly wasn’t funny to Scott. He didn’t want to hurt his husband by being amused by the situation, and anyway, it touched Mark, made him feel warm inside, when he realized just how badly Scott obviously wanted all of this.
“Shhh. She wrote everything down,” Mark soothed him instead, stroking over his back. “That’s her job. It doesn’t mean anything. She’ll call back, I promise she will.”
Scott frowned, and Mark could tell part of him wanted to be convinced by what he was saying.
“Are you sure? She won’t be upset because I haven’t told my parents we’re married?” Scott sounded uncertain, but a little bit more cheerful than before, so Mark was going to call that a win.
“I mean, it would be better if we had more of a support system,” Mark admitted, after giving it some thought. It was nothing but the truth, after all. “But it’s not a deal breaker.”
Just like that, all of the tension went out of Scott’s body, leaving him limp and pliant in Mark’s arms. Mark leaned in and kissed him, coaxing him to relax even more into him, wanting to encourage this relaxation.
“You know … If you’re worried about it,” Mark said, somewhat hesitantly, because he knew Scott hadn’t reacted well when Mark had mentioned it before. But maybe he was ready to think about it now.
“I am worried about it,” Scott admitted, and Mark smiled a little, kissing up his neck, over his jaw, his lips caressing the stubble there, and up to his lips.
“If you’re worried, then you could always talk to your parents,” Mark pointed out. It didn’t hurt him, not exactly, that Scott hadn’t told them yet, but it didn’t feel good, either.
Not that he really minded. He understood. He’d hardly taken out an ad in the paper about it himself. He valued his privacy, and they’d actually managed to keep the whole thing fairly under wraps.
But it was clearly bothering Scott, not to have his parents knowing, and Mark could understand that, as well. His brother knew, after all. His brother was the only one in his family that he had much contact with, but he knew.
“What if they hate me?” Scott whispered, sounding much younger than he was. Sounding terrified, actually, which wasn’t that much of a surprise. Mark had picked up some things about Scott’s childhood, and it had been completely different from Mark’s.
From a young age, Mark had lost himself in his art to avoid the reality of his life, with only one parent who had issues of her own and was in no way equipped to raise a child, Mark had been used to relying on himself. Scott was different. He’d been raised by two parents, both of whom loved him.
M
ark didn’t give two shits if his mom liked him being married to a man or not. His personal thought was that she probably didn’t care much either way. Scott couldn’t say the same thing. His parents had always approved of him, or often enough that their disapproval hurt.
“You don’t have to,” Mark assured him. “I’ll respect your decision either way and love you no matter what. But you might feel better about it if you told them. It might be better than if they found out from someone else.”
Scott nodded, but he was quiet after that, obviously thinking. But he wasn’t shaking anymore, and he seemed calm, so Mark let him rest. He kept on rubbing his back and soothing him, and eventually, his gorgeous, tormented husband fell asleep.
Whether Scott would do it or not, Mark didn’t know. And if he did, he had no idea how his husband’s parents would react to it. He’d never even met them.
Whatever happened, though, Mark would be there for Scott. Through anything that could happen to him, he would be there, and he would support him.
And if Scott was right, and if their lack of a huge support system made a difference to their adoption, they’d find another agency. They’d keep going until they had a child of their own.
Feeling optimistic, Mark closed his own eyes and let himself doze. Maybe hard times were coming up, but he knew, together, he and Scott could face it. They had formed a unit, a real family, and though it hadn’t started out that way, Mark knew he would do anything to stay with Scott.
He only hoped his husband felt the same way.
Chapter Seventeen
Scott
“I can’t,” Scott whispered, looking at Mark, who had come with him. Thankfully. If he wasn’t there, Scott was pretty sure he would have been running by now. Maybe he could tell his parents by phone.
Or even better, by telegram. Or smoke signals. Anything so that he didn’t have to face them as he did it.
“You don’t have to,” Mark said, and the fact that he was there, that he was still so understanding after everything they had been through, gave Scott new courage.
The man was right. It was going to be way better to get this over with. Someone was going to find out they were married sooner or later. Someone would let it slip, and then it would be relatively big news.
Scott knew they were actually pretty lucky it hadn’t broken already. The paparazzi more or less left them alone, and Scott was just glad neither of them was more famous than they were.
Still, it was going to happen, and then his parents would find out by reading a paper or watching TV or even just messing around online. Even as scared as he was, Scott knew that wasn’t going to be right, or fair to them.
No one should find out their child was married online.
“Do you think we should have brought Mary Anne?” Mark wondered, and Scott shook his head.
“No. I have no idea how this is going to go, and she doesn’t need to get any messages about being gay being sinful or … or whatever they’re going to say.” Scott took a deep breath, then stepped out of the car, then leaned back in. “Come with me?”
Originally, Scott had intended to let Mark wait in the car while he talked to his parents. It would be less awkward all around, he had figured. And it was probably even true, but he couldn’t face this alone. Or maybe he could, but he didn’t want to.
“Of course, I will, if you want me to be there, babe,” Mark assured him and then got out of the car himself. If the man was nervous, he didn’t show it, and Scott was glad for that. He was nervous enough for the both of them at the moment. He needed Mark to be steady, stable, and he was.
Scott took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, then walked up the walkway. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest, he could taste the thick copper taste of blood in the back of his throat. Everything in him was screaming at him to run, but he wasn’t going to do that.
He’d been running for far too long as it was.
“Remember I love you,” Mark said, standing beside him, and it was so exactly the perfect, right thing for him to say. It was just what Scott needed to hear, and he shot him a nervous, but relieved, little smile.
At least he wasn’t in this alone.
“Here we go,” Scott whispered, then raised his trembling hand to knock at the door. If there had ever been a time when he was this nervous, he couldn’t remember it.
Of course, it could be that utter terror was freezing his mind as well as threatening to paralyze his body.
The sound of footsteps on the other side of the door made Scott wonder if his legs would completely give out. Somehow, they didn’t, and he suspected that it had a lot to do with having Mark there with him.
“Scott! And you brought a friend,” the short, pleasantly plump woman who answered the door beamed at them and hugged Scott close before turning to Mark. “Vivian. It’s so nice to meet you,” she said.
Scott saw Mark look at him, and he shrugged. Yes, his mother seemed very nice, and she was. Until she was crossed in some way and then the kid gloves came off. She was every bit as stubborn as Scott was, she just hid it better a lot of the time.
“I’m Mark,” he replied, and they were quickly ushered inside. Desperately, Scott tried to figure out how he was going to bring up this awkward subject, and he looked imploringly at Mark.
It was a good thing his husband was here, and not just for moral support, either. If he wasn’t, Scott had the idea he would dither about the best words, to the point that he never got around to telling her at all.
“So, what’s the occasion?” she asked, and Scott internally groaned. She was so happy to see them, and he was going to have to tell her that he’d traveled this far just to tell her he was married to a guy.
“Is Dad around?” Scott asked, his voice almost too quiet for her to hear. Even he could barely hear himself. He needed to do this all at once. It was going to be difficult enough without having to do it for each of his parents separately.
“Yeah, of course,” Scott’s mother frowned. “Is … is everything okay?” She led the way to the living room, indicating that they should sit down. Mark did, and Scott made sure to sit right beside him on the couch.
“Yeah, it is,” Scott smiled, trying to calm her down. If she got on edge, this was going to be even more difficult for him to get out. “Just get Dad? Please.”
He’d worried his mother. He could see it on her face, written clear as day, though he had tried so hard not to. Of course, he’d come a long way, without warning, and she had to know this was more than just a casual visit.
“Okay,” she whispered, and then she was gone. Scott tried not to be haunted by the look he had seen in her eyes before she’d left.
Maybe he shouldn’t tell her. He could always make something up. Say he’d dropped by to talk about … the adoption. Yes. Of course, he would want to do something like that in person.
He sighed softly, rubbing at his eyes. The temptation to run was so strong, it was almost overwhelming. But then he looked over at Mark, sitting patiently so close to him, and he took a deep breath and placed his hand possessively on his husband’s knee.
“I love you,” he whispered. And he did. So was he going to just live a lie for the rest of his life? No, of course not. Even if he wanted to, he’d be found out eventually, anyway.
“I love you too,” Mark said, deeply comforting, just by being there. He put his own hand on Scott’s, his fingers lacing into Scott’s, and Scott turned his hand over, so they were clasping hands intimately, instead.
It felt so right. Scott had never been so sure of anything in his life. He wanted this. And he had to be honest about it because anything else would be horribly unfair to his husband. And to their future children. And even to Scott’s parents, he had to admit, when he actually did allow himself to be that honest.
So when his parents came back, his mother leading and his father following her, Scott didn’t take his hand away from Mark’s leg. He didn’t break the handclasp, even as his heart hammered in his chest an
d his throat tightened, and his stomach clenched until he thought he might throw up.
These were his parents. His parents, who were not exactly the most liberal people he’d ever met. They’d never even known a gay person before, and every so often, homophobic language would come from his father’s mouth.
There was a reason, after all, that he had never come out before. A good reason for him to have never even allowed himself to think about the possibility of being interested in men.
Some, even if not all, of that reason, was standing right there, looking at him, as he held hands with his husband.
Through the world, some people wouldn't approve, and Scott honestly didn’t care much about that. Some people hated his show, after all, and he’d never allowed himself to worry about it particularly much. His sexuality was private, of course, and no one’s business. If strangers found out, he didn’t care.
These people weren’t strangers. These were the people who had raised him, and their opinion, he did care about.
“Scott …?” From the careful tone of his mother’s voice, Scott could tell she had seen him not so subtly holding hands with Mark. The question was clear, and Scott nodded slightly. He had committed himself, just as he’d wanted to.
There was no running now. Even if he’d wanted to, which he no longer did, they’d seen. His mother and his father both, they stood there, obviously stunned, unable to take their eyes off of him.
“I’m gay,” Scott stated, and he felt the rightness of the words even as he said them. He’d wondered about it. Was he actually gay, or just bisexual? Or even mostly straight, with a pretty major exception for Mark?
No. He was gay. His whole life, everything sexual he’d done that he really enjoyed had been with men. He had slept with women, and he had gotten through it, but it had always felt deeply frustrating to him.
Bisexual just wasn’t accurate. He could only have fallen in love with a man. So gay, to him, felt like the word which made the most sense. He knew Mark would have been fine with it if he had decided he was bisexual, but considering his romantic and sexual attractions were really all to men …