Mark didn't like watching Chance flounder, and wanting to reassure the younger man he reached out and cupped his chin, raising his face so their eyes met. Chance leaned into the touch, offering Mark a weak smile while he waited for his answer. Mark smiled back and stepped closer, drawn to the young man and eager to move back again from talking to kissing.
Mark leaned down and angled for another kiss, but stopped himself when he saw tears standing in Chance's eyes. Mark's answer was clearly important to him. Chance had only come to talk, and Mark was way out of line pressing for more. Ashamed and disappointed, Mark pressed his forehead to Chance's and tried to rein in his out of control libido.
Chance's hand's reached out and clutched Mark's hips, toying with the waistband of his boxers. Mark chuckled, reminded of his state of undress. He pulled away, heading for the pile of clothes he'd left on the dresser. There was no way he could carry on a conversation with this sexy young man while wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear.
Chance saw where he was headed and he chuckled too, finally relaxing. Mark reached for the buttons on his shirt, deciding he might as well change that too, while he was at it.
The door to his room rattled, and then opened with a loud
bang
. Startled, Mark turned to find Nathan Marshall strolling into the room. He slipped a card key into his suit pocket,
the
pass
key
again
,
and his gaze landed on Chance. Mark stiffened, furious and horrified by the thought of his sweet young lover being exposed to Nate
'
s viciousness.
Nate smirked and walked over to Chance, throwing his arm over Chance's shoulder. His gaze shifted from Chance's face to sweep up and down Mark's body, taking in his half-naked state. Nate's smirk widened and he began slapping Chance's shoulder. "Well, shit, Chancellor! It didn't take you any time at all to get Mark Nelson to drop his pants for you. You really are a chip off the old block, after all!"
The laugh that followed
Nate
'
s
words hit Mark
like a physical punch to
the face. He took a moment just to stare into the faces of his ex and his
new
lover.
Shit
!
With the two of them standing side by side
,
Mark couldn
'
t miss the resemblance. Chance got his build, his eyes and his hair from his mother, but the line of his jaw, the long thin nose and those wide set eyebrows? Those he got from his father. God, how had he missed that? How could fate be so cruel?
Chance just stood there under his father's arm, not saying a word. He seemed shell-shocked, as surprised by Nate's appearance as Mark had been, and a bit of Mark's anger subsided, but not for long. Nate squeezed his son's shoulder and advanced on Mark, leering openly.
"Since you like Marshall men so much, why don't you try and handle us both together?"
Chance just stood there, blinking between the two men. Enjoying the show? Mark couldn't keep the disgust off his face, and he didn't want to. The idea that Chance had set him up for this suddenly filled him with rage. How had they set him up? How had they managed to plan this little get-together?
"Get out of here. Both of you." Mark hoped that he could intimidate the two smaller men enough to make them go. He'd been had, and he could concede to that gracefully, but he would not submit himself to their games any further. He didn't deserve this, no one did, and his heart couldn't take any more.
Without a word Mark walked over to them and put his hand on Chance's shoulder in an effort to push him toward the door. He couldn't bring himself to even touch Nate again, and he berated himself for the fact that touching Chance still shot jolts of desire through his body.
Instead of stepping aside and allowing Mark to guide him to the door, Chance wrapped his arms around Mark's waist and pressed his thigh between Mark's legs. Startled by the unexpected move, Mark froze, glaring down into the boy's deceptively angelic face. He didn't know what to think when the little imp winked up at him and turned back to his father.
"I don't know, Dad. Mark's an energetic man. Are you sure you're up to playing with us?" Chance slid his hand across Mark's chest and down his stomach and Mark had to suppress a gasp.
Nate snorted, palming his own crotch and eyeing the two of them with obvious enjoyment. "Don't worry. You two are both going to have a hard time keeping up with me."
Mark had to swallow back the bile in response to Chance's words. How could he have been so wrong about him? He put a hand on Chance's chest to push the younger man away, but stopped when their eyes met again. The mischievous gleam in those bright blue eyes, and Chance's disarming smile made Mark pause, curious to hear what he would say next.
Chance's hand slid down Mark's stomach and cupped his cock, rubbing and squeezing gently. "Well, what do you say lover? Do you wanna play? Want to watch me suck his cock while you fuck my ass?"
Chance mouthed the words
"
play along
"
, before turning away and grabbing the bulge between his own father
'
s legs. Mark had to bite his
tongue to hold back a stunned
laugh. Chance was nothing like his father
.
H
e hadn
'
t betrayed him. What Mark had done for
Chance back at the bar the other
night had nothing on what Chance was doing for him now. The look of horror on Nate
'
s face alone made
up for almost everything
.
Taking the hint, Mark decided to follow Chance's lead and play along with the scene the younger man had set. Moving around Chance he came up close behind Nate, crowding against his ex-lover's back and reaching around to grab Chance's butt, sandwiching Nate between them. Leaning over Nate's shoulder, Mark licked the side of his face while Nate struggled to get free of them.
"
How about I fuck him while he sucks you?
"
Mark asked, thinking he sounded like something out of a cheap porno film, and loving it.
"
Would you like that
,
baby? I don
'
t want anyone else
'
s dick inside of you. Your body is
mine
pet, and I don
'
t share.
"
Chance moaned and leaned in so their mouths met in an unexpected kiss, and for a moment, Mark forgot where they were. He forgot about Nate and what was happening around him until his irate ex's elbow slammed into his stomach.
Winded by the hard blow, Mark pulled back and grabbed his stomach, allowing Nate to pull free. Chance leaned back against the wall and grinned at Mark, looking like three kinds of a fool. Despite the pain in his gut, Mark found himself chuckling at the look on his young lover's face. Chance looked like he'd just conquered the world, and Mark doubted that anything could ever damage his spirit again.
Nate rounded on Mark, his face almost purple with rage. "What the fuck are you trying to pull? Are you punishing me for not sticking around to play house with you? Are you trying to destroy my son's life instead? Is that it? Because it won't work!"
Nate turned back to face Chance, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"And you. I've said all I'm going to say to you. If you want to throw your life away, fine! Be some guy's bitch! But don't think for one minute that I'm going to get you out of it when you realize that I'm right."
Nate took a moment to glare at them both before storming out of the hotel room. Mark waited for the door to close behind his retreating back, releasing a sigh of relief when he heard the soft click of the door closing. In the silence that followed, he turned his head to meet Chance's stunned gaze. Their eyes locked and held for a few brief seconds before they both sank to the edge of the bed, laughing with uncontrolled hysteria.
Slowly the laughter faded into a few scattered snickers and even a couple of hiccups. Chance managed to regain his self-control first, landing a thoughtful gaze on Mark's face. "So, you and my Dad…" Chance looked away, his face flushing a deep red before he continued his thought. "You guys were… you know?"
"Lovers?" Mark supplied softly, shaking his head. "I thought so, once. We lived together for a time, and we had sex—a lot—but, honestly? Our relationship was completely fucked up. I was in love with him, and I thought we were going to be together forever, but he had other plans." Mark shrugged and looked away too, embarrassed to admit how foolish he had been.
Chance leaned over, wrapping his slender arms around Mark's neck. Mark smiled and buried his face in Chance's neck, breathing in his delicious scent and kissing the sensitive skin behind his ear.
"Who are you, Mark? What's your last name? What do you do? Where do you live? You are single, right?"
Mark smiled against Chance's neck and rubbed a hand up his back, tangling his fingers in the soft ponytail at the nape of Chance's neck. He pulled back and peered down at the hopeful expression on Chance's face. Mark had hated the way they'd parted on Friday morning. He'd felt a strong connection to Chance, had even imagined that with a little more time he could easily have fallen in love with the younger man. But he never imagined that Chance might have felt the same way, and parting as strangers had seemed like the only logical course of action then. Now, he wasn't so sure.
"Well, Chancellor Marshall, let me see if I can answer everything for you. My name is Mark Nelson. I own a bar in Sacramento called the MN. I am single. I… My partner of over twenty years passed away in an accident a year ago, and I've been alone ever since."
Chance frowned and sat up, reaching for Mark's hand and threading their fingers together. "Twenty years? Mark, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."
Mark squeezed Chance's hand and raised it to his lips, planting a kiss on the back of it. "Thank you. Ricky was a good man, a good partner. He went out doing what he loved, at least. The worst part of it, I think, is not having someone to wake up with." Mark tried to shrug it off, not wanting to talk about it anymore.
Chance got the hint. He wrapped his other hand around the back of Mark's, sandwiching Mark's hand between his own. "So, the MN in Sacramento, huh? That place is amazing. It's really yours?"
"Yeah. I opened it right out of college. It's uh… The M stands for Mark and the N was for your father. We were planning to go into business together before… Well, before he met your mother. "
Chance squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry. For what he did to you."
Mark smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "It was a long time ago. And if it hadn't happened, we wouldn't be here now, hmm?" Mark shrugged and turned to look Chance in the eyes. "So you've been to the MN then? You're at college in Sacramento, aren't you?"
"Yeah. We uh, live in the same town." Chance ducked his head, but not before Mark noticed the deep blush and wide grin that covered his face. They sat together quietly for a few minutes, each lost in his own thoughts.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering. When we get back to Sacramento, do you want to maybe get together some time? I'd really like to get to know you better, if you'll let me."
Mark's breath caught with surprise and relief. He had never heard a more welcome suggestion. He'd wanted to ask Chance the same thing, but held back, sensing that if things were to go any further between them, Chance needed to be the one to ask. Mark squeezed Chance's hand, reassuring them both, and nodded.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
****
"Thank God." Chance chased Mark's lips, attacking them with greed. His heart was pounding painfully against his ribs, coursing adrenaline through his body and making him needy. Finding the courage to ask Mark to see him again was the most frightening thing he had ever done. He'd feared his parents' anger when he came out to them, but that was nothing next to the fear of rejection.
Mark opened to him, allowing Chance's tongue into his mouth. Encouraged, Chance climbed onto Mark's lap, straddling his hips and cupping the back of Mark's head with both hands, holding him still and taking the kiss deeper.
Mark's hands cupped his ass, pressing their groins together and Chance lost control, shamelessly grinding their hard cocks together in a frantic rhythm. He leaned forward, pressing Mark back onto the mattress, looking for better leverage.
Chance lay with his chest flush against Mark and his knees planted on the mattress next to Mark's hips. He continued to thrust wildly against him, desperate to come. His lungs were beginning to burn, but he didn't care. He never wanted to break the contact between their lips. The pressure against his ass increased, becoming almost painful, but it barely slowed Chance down.
Mark pulled his lips away and Chance whimpered, trying to capture Mark's mouth again. Mark dodged, turning his head and denying Chance what he wanted. "Whoa, now. Slow down, baby! Too many clothes. You'll ruin your suit."
Mark let go of his ass and he worked his hands between them, sliding them up his chest and over his shoulders, trying to work the suit coat off Chance's shoulders. Chance shrugged the garment off and sat up, reaching for his belt.
In a few moments they were half-naked. Mark reached for the buttons on Chance's shirt, but Chance slapped his hands away. The essentials were bare, and Chance needed too badly to care about the rest.
Chance settled back on top of Mark, clinging to his upper arms and aligning his aching cock with Mark's hard shaft. Chance was trembling with need, his entire body covered in a layer of sweat. He stared into Mark's eyes, grinding his groin forcefully against Mark's and silently begging him for release.