Authors: G.A. Hauser
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Steve checked the time on Mark’s phone
, taking it from him,
before Mark set it back down on the nightsta
nd. It was three am. Steve
placed it down and held onto Mark, inhaling his hair and
its
shampoo fragrance. Jack and Adam stirred but Steve assumed they fell back asleep quickly. There was only one insomniac in the bed. Mark.
Leaning up on his elbow, Steve could see, sure enough, Mark’s eyes were open. Steve caressed Mark’s long hair, running his hand down Mark’s arm to his hip. “Want me to get you a pill?”
Mark rolled over to face Steve, meeting his eyes in the dimmest of light that came from the moon outside their window. “If I take one now, I’ll be hung-over tomorrow.”
Steve could not believe how beaut
iful Mark was. He stared at him;
his hair, full like a lion’s mane from his slumber, his high cheekbones, and narrow nose, angular jaw line
…
and not one goddamn sign of age on the forty-
two-year-
old man’s face. Dr
Love did a perfect job on Mark
n
ot making Mark appear stiff or frozen, but doing just enough to make Mark appear youthful.
Like his son.
Steve grew erect. He reached for his own cock and ran the head up and down Mark’s body.
“Do you want to fuck me, Steven?”
“Later.” Steve knew Mark would allow him to do anything he wanted. Mark rarely, if ever, said no. “Do you love me?”
Mark’s eyes widened and his lips parted. “I never will stop loving you.”
Steve put his finger to
Mark’
s
mouth
, indicating to Mark not to wake the other two. “Earlier
…
with Jack.”
Mark shrugged. “Jack and I make love. You and Adam do. You and Jack do.”
“I know. I don’t mind. But
…
I haven’t been able to make you come lately.”
Mark looked down, away from Steve’s eyes.
“Are you angry with me?” Steve used the back of his fingers to caress the fresh beard growth on Mark’s jaw.
“No.”
“No resentment over the Randy ordeal?”
Mark grimaced. “Do not mention that again.”
Steve knew it. “Then you are angry with me. You won’t let me make you come.”
“Steven,” Mark said in a reproving voice. “Shall we argue at three a.m.? After my son just had a meltdown in Rome?”
Steve sighed and snaked his arm around Mark, bringing Mark to l
ie
on top of his chest. He kissed Mark’s hair and cheek. “It must be overwhelming.”
“He
i
s a wreck. They are working him terribly.”
“Adam said they would.” Steve drew Mark’s hand to his cock, hinting he wanted Mark to play with him. Mark
,
of course, did. “Separates the men from the boys I guess.” Steve bent one knee, so Mark could also reach his ass and balls.
“He’s a boy. Steven, you know
,
in every way, although Alexander has done so well, and is such a good lad, he’s a baby. He’s not a man.”
“He misses his daddy.” Steve made Mark hold his cock tighter. Mark did, as if he realized, yes, Steve wanted to come.
“He misses getting shagged by his captain.” Mark reached for the nightstand drawer and Steve ducked as Mark got a dab of lubrication for his hand job.
“What do you miss?” Steve cupped Mark’s jaw as Mark began sliding his palm along Steve’s dick.
“Nothing.” Mark flashed that fake model smile Steve knew well. “I have all I need.”
Steve’s cock went soft at his thoughts. What he wanted Mark to say was, ‘
You
.’ Of course Mark didn’t.
Mark seemed to notice the trouble down below. He tilted his head. “Steven Jay gone soft?” Mark tried to make a joke. “Not possible.”
Steve removed Mark’s hand from his cock and again looked over at the sleeping men. “You don’t miss our loving? The sex between you and me?” Steve lowered his voice even more, “You topping me?”
Mark tried to physically turn away and avoid the topic.
Steve gripped him and knew anything said too loudly would be overheard. “Come with me.”
Mark gave him an annoyed glare.
“You can’t sleep anyway.” Steve got off the bed and brought Mark with him to the bathroom, closing the door, turning on the light. Steve crossed his arms. “I hate that fucking shrink but when we get ba
ck to LA we’re seeing him to air
this out.”
Mark
washed his hand and then ran
it through his hair, lookin
g at himself in the mirror. “Air
what out?”
Steve grabbed Mark by his arms and pushed him against the door. “This shit with Randy
.
It’s killing you and its killing me
.
”
Mark cringed and turned away.
“You can’t have sex with me anymore
.
” Steve tried to keep his voice down but was struggling. “You think I can’t feel the difference? You think I don’t know you despise me?”
Mark’s green eyes blazed with fury. “Never!”
Steve blinked, not understanding.
“Never would I despise you!” Mark bit back a sob. “Me! I am the filthy one!”
As if a knife had passed through his chest
,
Steve died. He held Mark and squeezed him.
“No
…
you are not. Oh, God. You’
re the saint. The father who loves his son like no other.”
“I’m a vile whore.”
Steve got the confirmation he dreaded. Randy had indeed fucked Mark. He felt as if he had been shot, but didn’t fall down. Steve released him, sick to his stomach. This was his fault. His and Billy’s mess. And Mark cleaned it up. Cleaned it up the best way he could. For Alex.
For Alexander Mark Richfield to achieve greatness when his legacy, his deceased grandfather’s company, Richfield International, worth billions, was being handed down to Mark’s mother Leslie’s new family. The man she remarried, Harry Jenkins,
gave the whole company
to his son
Luke and in turn,
to Harry’s
grandchildren.
And yet, the money still had not
been deposited
from the sale of this retched estate into their account.
Steve had spoken to both Leslie and Harry, been assured the money would be wired for Alex
to their bank to be placed
in an IRA. Nothing had occurred to indicate that was ever going to happen
but empty words
.
And here was Mark Antonious, the love of everyone’s life, self
-
destructing. Why? Because he had to fuck that vile creature Randy Dawson to save Alex’s career, to make sure Alex was not released from the film contract.
Alex.
No one ever wanted to see that lovely boy fail. He worked so hard. Held his father in such high esteem. And worst of all,
was the object of lust by him and Jack for five fucking years.
Mark appeared to collapse
in
on himself, crossing his arms
;
his nakedness making him vulnerable and soft.
“So
…
okay.” Steve wanted to kill Randy Dawson. “Does anyone else know you had to
…
to…”
Mark shook his head, hiding behind his long hair, obviously in misery.
“Did he hurt you?”
“No.” Mark dabbed at his eyes. “Please, Steven, let’s move on from it. I am under so much pressure from work and the shoot coming up. And now, Alex
ander
calling at three a.m., hysterical…”
“So…” Steve knew asking for
the
details of what Randy did was not a good idea, but it was going to gnaw
at
him
until he went
postal. “Mark, I know you want to let it go. I understand. But I let a lot of guys touch you.”
Mark’s glare showed from under his long brown locks.
“I mean it. Jack, Adam…”
“Are we going there again?” Mark’s hurt turned to rage.
Steve held up his hand. “No.” He shook his head. “Look, our friends love you to death. So a kiss here or there from one of them…” Steve waved it off. “
I’m o
kay
with it
. I know they are all in committed relationships and would sooner hurt themselves than you.”
“Your point?”
Steve took a deep breath, knowing how bad the reaction was going to be. “If
…
If I don’t know exactly what
passed
between you and Randy, I’ll go crazy.”
“You?” Mark laughed at the absurdity.
“You’ll go crazy?”
“Did he rape you? Force you?”
“No! I bloody said that! He did not rape me!”
“But
…
he…” Steve balled his fist up again, another punch to a wall about to explode out of him.
“He fucked me. Yes. All right?” Mark appeared so miserable. “He had all these bloody ads from my cologne mags, dozens of them. He claimed he’d worshipped me. The bloke was in tears at the idea of being with me.”
Steve was about to rip the room apart. “So, this
…
this guy, claims he loved you, and then fucked you? Up the ass?”
“No, in my vagina!” Mark shouted. “Yes, up the ass
. You idiot.
Why are you putting me through this
?”
“Because I can’t move on.
You can’t move on! Don’t you see what this has done to us? You and me? You let me fuck you but it’s not making love
. I can’t get you to come.
You
act as if my touch repulses you.
”
Mark glared at him.
“Then…” Steve gestured to the back of the house. “Then I see Jack
…
Jack fucking you
—
you with your dick out. You came! Jack said you were goin
g to jerk off and he sucked you.
” Steve swallowed back his sob. “Why would you jerk off when you know you can fuck me?”
Mark appeared to take a deep breath but the attempt at calming down did not work. “You did this
.
You! You and Billy did this to me! To Alexander! Take the responsibility
.
Will you? Huh? I can understand why Billy would be upset, be afraid of Randy. Alex is Billy’s husband. But, why you, Steven? Why were you involved?”
Steve was nailed
d
ead to the wall.
Why me?
“Because he’s our son.” It didn’t even sound convincing to Steve’s own ears.
“I don’t bloody believe it.” Mark crossed his arms again, shaking his head. “You think I’m a fool, don’t you? Hm? Some pretty airhead who has no brains. You are so very wrong.”
When Mark went for the door, Steve grabbed him.
“You are hurting me
.
” Mark showed his teeth.
“No. Mark, it’s not what you think
.
” Steve lessened his grasp on Mark’s arm.
“Not what I bloody think!” Mark screamed in fury.
“Go! Go to Rome! Go fuck him! Get it out of your system, Steven! Just don’t keep denying why you went to Randy’s home in the first place.” Mark broke free of Steve’s grip and pointed a finger into his face. “You force
d
me to admit ugly things just now. Ugly things.”
Steve had never seen Mark so enraged.
“Now you admit your ugly secrets, Steven.”
Steve shook his head. Yeah, he’d fantasized fucking Alex, but he would never.
Mark waited, his green eyes so filled with anger Steve didn’t know what to do.
“Tell me what you and Alex have done since he stepped into our home five years ago
,
” Mark
’
s voice br
oke from emotion
. “Will you do that, Steven? Every kiss? Every grope? Have you already fucked him? Sucked his cock?”
“Oh God.
” Steve was guilty of kissing Alex. Or actually, Alex had kiss
ed him, twice? Maybe? “Mark, no.
Never
.
”
Outside the door Jack’s voice came loud and strong, “What the fuck is going on in there?”
Mark went for the doorknob.
Steve stopped him and for the first time since they had met at Parsons and Company they physically fought.
Mark was no weakling, on the contrary. And all Steve knew were police tactics, control, pain compliance, and use of force. But goddamn
if he’d
ever use any of those on Mark.
Mark threw Steve against a wall, simply because Steve refused to battle him. Could never lift a finger to
actually
harm him.