Stubborn Heart (13 page)

Mark’s next stop was the grocery store. He had been pleasantly surprised when Derrick had called and asked if he would come over to their apartment for Thanksgiving dinner. Mark accepted the invitation, but asked if it wouldn’t be easier if they went out to a restaurant to eat. Derrick had refused, stating that he liked to spend the day cooking. Mark insisted on bringing a couple of side items. Now standing in the store, he wished he hadn’t volunteered to bring anything. People were rushing about in a sea of chaos. Everyone was frantically trying to finish their last-minute shopping. An hour later, he loaded his bags into the car and drove home.

“P
UT
your stuff down over here.” Derrick gestured as he let Mark into the apartment. Once the containers were safely on the table, Derrick gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks again for the invitation.” Mark flushed slightly pink, pleasantly surprised at the warmth of his reception. “I really expected you to still be angry with me.”

“I’m sorry I called you an asshole,” Derrick said with a chuckle.

“You called it like you saw it.” Mark shrugged. “Don’t expect me to say it wasn’t well deserved.”

Derrick’s expression became serious. “I was lashing out. I’ve never seen the big guy like that, and it tore me up.”

“I guess you two are really close?” Mark asked softly.

“He’s my bestie,” Derrick said matter-of-factly. “I’ve never had a closer, more loyal friend.”

“What happened between you two?” Mark asked, leaning against the counter. “If you don’t mind talking about it.”

“Not at all. What has Trevor told you?”

“Just that you met in medical school and dated for a couple of months. He said that you both decided you would rather be just friends.”

Derrick laughed. “Yeah, he would tell it that way.”

Mark smiled broadly. “I sense a story.”

“I met Trevor the second day I was at Boston. Classes hadn’t even started. We were both in the student center. He was sitting watching television when I walked in. Boy, was he hot! I just knew I had to have that big hunk of man flesh. I walked right over, sat down, and introduced myself. An hour later, we were in my room, jacking each other off.”

“Wow!” Mark’s eyes widened as he listened. “Nothing like wasting time,” he said with a laugh.

“It was instant chemistry.” Derrick smiled and continued. “We both knew we had stumbled onto something special.”

“So what happened?” Mark prodded, his expression curious.

“Well…,” Derrick started with a grin. “Hand jobs and blow jobs can only go so far. We both wanted more, but neither of us had ever bottomed before. Trevor outright refused. Finally, I agreed to try it. So there we were, all naked in bed. Trevor was sheathed, lubed, and ready for digging. I really think he did his best to get me ready. Hell, I thought I was ready. He pushed inside me and I saw stars. Not the good kind, either. I felt like I had been ripped in half. I made him stop after three or four thrusts. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“So that was it?” Mark asked.

“I am assuming you two are fucking like bunnies, so you know what I mean when I tell you that Trevor has far more equipment than is actually needed for the job.” Derrick gave Mark a knowing look.

Mark smiled, but didn’t comment.

“That experience was good for me for two reasons,” Derrick continued. He held up two fingers for emphasis. “First, it convinced me that I never want to be anything other than a top.” He pulled down one finger. “And second, it cured me of any sexual interest I ever thought I had for Trevor.” He chuckled, pulling down the other finger.

Mark laughed out loud. “Thanks for sharing that story. At least you stayed friends.”

“Like I said, he’s my bestie. That’s the thing. We work just perfectly like we are.” Derrick reached up and pulled plates out of the cabinet. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“Me too!” Mark said as he helped Derrick carry dishes to the table.

They sat at the table with all the food between them and served each other. They talked more about Trevor. Derrick told Mark about his family. Mark also talked about his parents, his job, and his home. It was one of the most enjoyable meals Mark could remember having for a long time. After dinner, they worked together to store the leftovers and clean the kitchen.

Once everything was cleaned, Derrick turned on the television and found a football game to watch. They sat together on the sofa, talking about everything and nothing. Later on, neither one would remember which team had been playing football. The sky was dark outside by the time Mark checked his watch.

“I really should get going,” Mark said with a yawn as he stretched.

“I’m minutes from falling asleep myself,” Derrick admitted with a grin. “Do you want to take some of the food with you?”

“No,” Mark protested, throwing up both hands. “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat again for days.”

Derrick laughed. “If you change your mind, you know where to find it.”

Mark stood up and walked to the door. Derrick got up as well and followed behind. At the door Derrick pulled Mark into a hug and held him tightly for several seconds. Mark smiled and enthusiastically returned the embrace. Derrick finally relaxed his hold on Mark. He placed a hand on either of Mark’s shoulders. For a minute he said nothing, simply staring into Mark’s eyes.

“I’m really glad that you and Trevor found each other,” Derrick said finally. He smiled, but his tone was serious. “I really hope that the two of you can work it out. I think you need each other.”

Mark felt his skin flush, both from Derrick’s intense gaze and the surge of emotion the sentiment generated in him. “Thank you,” he said softly. He quickly gave Derrick another hug before turning to walk away.

Chapter 15

T
HE
telephone rang, rousing Mark from sleep. With a groan, he reached over and picked it up. He saw that it was Trevor. He cleared his throat and answered the phone.

“Hello?” he asked softly.

“Hey, Mark, it’s me,” Trevor responded cheerfully. “Why are you in bed so early?”

“It’s eleven thirty here,” Mark explained. He shifted on the bed and rubbed his eyes. “I thought you would call me earlier.”

“I had planned to call you much earlier, but my mom is long-winded. I haven’t been home for a while, so she thinks she has to tell me everything that ever happened to anybody. Even though we talk on the phone all the time, she thinks she has to tell me everything again in person. She even told me shit about my sisters like they weren’t even in the room. Earlier, she was talking about my sister’s new haircut, and Sarah actually started fussing at her. It’s been great catching up. And I ate so much food. By the time I get home, I’ll be so fat that you’ll be disgusted.”

Mark smiled as he listened to Trevor ramble on about his day. Mark loved Trevor’s enthusiasm. When he was finally able to get a word in edgewise, Mark told Trevor about his dinner with Derrick.

“So did he talk your ears off?” Trevor asked excitedly. “He didn’t say anything bad about me, did he?”

Mark laughed. “It was a very enjoyable meal and a fun day. You were the topic of the conversation from time to time.”

“I knew it!” Trevor barked, laughing. “So what awful things did he say about me?”

“He didn’t say anything bad about you,” Mark said. “But he did tell me about when y’all first met.”

“Of course he did,” Trevor said, his voice light and teasing. “He probably told you it was my fault we broke up too.”

“He did mention that there were parts of you that he didn’t particularly appreciate,” Mark joked.

Trevor guffawed. “That jackass! I can’t believe he told you about that.”

“See what happens when you leave town?” Mark taunted.

“There’s always payback,” Trevor promised. He rolled onto his back and bunched a pillow under his head.

Mark listened to the rustling of sheets on the other end of the connection as Trevor shifted around in bed. He heard a soft grunt. “What are you doing?” he asked humorously.

“Nothing,” Trevor replied innocently. “Just getting comfortable.”

“I should let you go so we can get some sleep,” Mark said.

“No, wait. Wait.” Trevor raised his voice a little. “Don’t go yet,” he entreated.

“What are you up to?” Mark asked suspiciously. He could hear Trevor moving around in the bed again.

Trevor tucked the phone next to his cheek. He lifted his hips to push down his shorts. The phone rolled off the pillow and into the sheets.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as he scrambled to find the phone.

“What are you doing?” Mark asked as he listened to the commotion on the other end.

“I dropped the phone,” Trevor explained as he settled back down in the bed.

“Sounded serious,” Mark teased.

“Sorry. I’m good now,” Trevor answered. He stretched out in the bed and lowered his voice. “So, what are you wearing?”

“What?” Mark asked, surprised by the question and the change in Trevor’s tone.

“Are you naked?” Trevor asked softly.

“Are you seriously trying to have phone sex with me?” Mark asked incredulously.

Trevor snickered. “You didn’t answer my question. Are you naked? I am. I’m rubbing my cock right now. It wants you so bad.”

“I’m hanging up on you, ya big goof!” Mark laughed into the phone.

“Come on, Mark, baby. Play with me for a minute.”

“Okay, fine. Hold on for a minute.” Mark set the phone on the nightstand and shucked off his briefs. “I’m back,” Mark said in a low voice. “But you better get busy. I’m already hard, and I don’t expect to be kept waiting all night.”

Trevor moaned his approval and reached down with his free hand. He used his thumb and index finger to circle his cock. He curved the other three fingers under his scrotum, lifting his balls as he slowly jacked his fully erect member.

“Talk to me, Mark,” he whispered. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I just poured some lube on my cock,” Mark said, softly and slowly. “Now I am stroking it, pretending I’m in your hot, wet mouth. You’re sucking me, ever so slowly. Up and down. Up and down.”

“Yeah, that’s great, Mark.” Trevor squeezed himself harder. “Use a lot of lube. You know how that sweet dick makes my mouth water.”

Mark pulled at his foreskin, running his thumb between the skin and the sensitive head underneath. He moaned involuntarily.

“Mark, talk to me!” Trevor ordered. “You know I can’t see you.”

“Sorry,” Mark replied. “I got lost for a moment. You just shoved your tongue underneath my skin to lick my dick head. You made my toes curl.”

“Damn!” Trevor exclaimed as he dropped the phone again and struggled to recover it. “Mark, that is so fucking hot. I can picture it. I can see you. God, I want to cum so bad.”

“No, not yet,” Mark soothed. “Hold on for a minute.” He smiled as an idea came to mind.

“What are you doing?” Trevor asked excitedly.

“Shhh!” Mark chided. “I told you to hold on.” He reached over into the nightstand and pulled out a red rubber dildo. Lying back on the bed, he positioned the phone so that it rested between his cheek and the pillow. He coated the vibrator with lube, and then slowly pushed it into his tight channel. He sucked in a deep breath as it passed through the muscle ring of his ass.

Trevor jerked upright in the bed. “What are you doing?” he asked again, this time demanding.

“Just listen,” Mark coaxed. He pressed a button on the dildo and it began to emit a soft humming sound as it vibrated. Mark took another deep breath as the new sensation rushed through him.

“What is that?” Trevor asked excitedly. “I can hear something running.”

“You did it, baby,” Mark accused hoarsely. “You shoved this vibrator in my ass to get me ready for your great big dick. I’m so hot right now, I feel like I’m melting.”

“Fuck me!” Trevor panted.

“No,” Mark corrected. “You’re fucking me.”

Trevor pictured Mark lying on the bed with his legs splayed, slowly pumping the toy in and out of his ass. He could feel his balls lifting. “I’m not going to last much longer,” he said into the phone.

“I don’t need you to,” Mark whispered back. He switched off the vibrator, but kept moving it in and out. “Hear that? You turned off the vibrator. Now it’s you, all you, just you. Your big, fat dick plunging in and out of my tight hole. Ugh! You’re pounding the hell out of my prostate.”

“Yeah, take it, Mark. Take all of me.” Trevor fisted his cock faster. “Fuck, you are amazing.”

“I’m cumming, Trevor,” Mark groaned as he began shooting hot white liquid over his abdomen. “You need to cum too.”

“I’m really close, Mark, really close.” Trevor closed his eyes, pumping himself as fast as he could.

“Now!” Mark barked.

“Shit!” Trevor’s eyes flew open in shock at the command. That was all it took to push him over the edge. He spewed rope after rope of semen across this chest and stomach. He lay panting with one arm draped over his face as he struggled to catch his breath. “God, Mark. That was so fucking hot! I think you almost killed me.”

Mark chuckled. “You were pretty awesome yourself, big boy. Happy Thanksgiving.”