Stubborn Heart (21 page)

T
HE
driver dropped them off at the front door of Helen’s house, and they scurried to get inside. Mark started a fresh pot of coffee while Derrick turned on the fireplace in the living room. Trevor went upstairs to change. Mark came out a few minutes later with three large mugs of steaming hot coffee. Derrick sat by the fireplace alone.

“What happened to Trevor?” Mark asked as he handed one mug to Derrick and set the other two on a side table.

“He’s still upstairs,” Derrick answered. “I haven’t heard anything for a while.”

“Maybe he decided to lie down for a little while.” Mark shrugged, looking in the direction of the stairs.

“Just go and make sure he’s okay,” Derrick urged.

Mark nodded and trotted up the stairs. He found Trevor sitting on the side of the bed, still fully clothed, including his overcoat. “Trev?” he called softly.

Trevor turned and looked at him, obviously lost in thought. “I was just sitting here for a minute,” he explained.

“Well, I’m going to get out of all these clothes,” Mark said with a smile, trying to project a little more cheer than he actually felt.

Trevor nodded and then looked out the window again.

Mark walked over to the closet. He carefully removed his coat and pants and hung them back up. They could probably be worn again. Shirt and socks went into his bag of “dirties.” He straightened up and looked over at Trevor, who still hadn’t moved. He walked around the bed to stand in front of him. “Come on,” he coaxed. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Wordlessly, Trevor stood to obey. Mark slipped the coat off Trevor’s shoulders and draped it over a chair. Trevor watched as Mark repeated the motion with his jacket. Next Mark removed his tie and shirt. Mark loosened his belt and slowly pulled it from the loops. He unbuttoned Trevor’s pants. They fell to the floor around his ankles. Mark nudged him and he sat back down on the bed. Mark pulled off his shoes and socks. He picked up the pants and folded them neatly across the suit jacket. Trevor watched as Mark walked into the bathroom, then heard the shower being turned on.

Mark walked back into the bedroom and stood in front of Trevor. He gently pulled Trevor to his feet. Trevor stood and sighed. He turned slightly as if to sit back down.

“Look at me,” Mark commanded, his voice soft but firm.

Trevor did as he was told. Mark locked his eyes on Trevor’s and moved closer so that Trevor couldn’t see anything else but him. Mark reached his fingers into Trevor’s underpants and pushed them down over his buttocks, letting them glide down his legs to the floor.

“Shower, now,” Mark said in the same firm tone, backing toward the door, not shifting his gaze from Trevor.

Trevor stepped out of his briefs and followed.

Mark removed his own underwear and checked the water temperature. Satisfied, he led Trevor into the shower. “Let me take care of you,” Mark coaxed. Mark lifted the showerhead off its bracket and directed the spray over Trevor’s head and shoulders. Trevor closed his eyes as the water streamed down his face. Mark poured shampoo into his hands and then lathered it through Trevor’s hair, massaging his scalp as he worked. Trevor stood still, eyes closed tightly. Mark could see some of the tension fall away as Trevor’s shoulders relaxed. He carefully rinsed the shampoo out, taking care to direct the lather away from Trevor’s eyes.

Trevor opened his eyes and watched as Mark picked up the bar of soap and worked up a lather in his hands. He reached up and placed his hands on Trevor’s chest. He ran each palm over the muscles of Trevor’s chest, working swirls into the soft hair in his path. Trevor sighed and shifted his shoulders back to push his chest into Mark’s hands. Mark continued to rub circles over each of the firm pectorals, slightly increasing the drag of his hands as he crossed over his nipples. They contracted into small, hard pebbles in response to the rubbing.

“Mark,” Trevor whispered hoarsely, his breaths coming faster now. He reached up to grasp Mark’s arms.

“Don’t talk, just enjoy,” Mark soothed as he fanned his hands up over Trevor’s shoulders and down his arms, gently pushing his hands back to his sides.

Trevor nodded and watched as Mark slowly lowered himself onto his knees. He placed one hand on each hip to steady himself. Leaning forward, Mark took Trevor’s semierect cock into his mouth, drawing in the entire length. He continued to look up, watching Trevor’s face.

Trevor groaned involuntarily and leaned back against the shower wall. As he moved out of the path of the spray nozzle, water sprayed directly into Mark’s face. Mark leaned back momentarily and laughed.

Trevor grinned apologetically and reached back to turn off the water.

Mark wiped water from his eyes and sucked Trevor’s organ back into his mouth. He reached up with one hand to cup Trevor’s balls. Mark pushed forward until his nose was buried in the soft, wet nest of pubic hair. He softly inhaled, taking in the unique smell that was a mixture of soap and Trevor. He nuzzled and sucked softly, feeling Trevor lengthen and grow harder. He gagged and pulled back briefly as Trevor’s tumescence filled his mouth and pressed against the back of his throat.

Mark changed his trajectory and relaxed his throat, allowing him to take in more of Trevor’s now fully engorged phallus. Slowly he pulled back until his teeth lightly scraped the crown of Trevor’s cock. Trevor shuddered at the sudden roughness of Mark’s teeth. Then he groaned as Mark swallowed his entire shaft without pausing.

Trevor reached out to place his hands in Mark’s hair, but Mark grasped both wrists in his hands and held them at Trevor’s side. He pushed back until Trevor was pinned against the shower wall. Mark worked Trevor’s penis in and out of his mouth, his movements slow and rhythmic.

“Mark, please,” Trevor begged, still looking into Mark’s eyes as his mouth slid back and forth over his aching cock.

Mark tightened his grip on Trevor’s wrists, kept his blue eyes focused on Trevor’s face. Ever so slightly, he increased the speed and force of his sucking. Mark tasted precum as Trevor seemed to grow even harder.

“Mark!” Trevor rasped. “I’m gonna cum.”

Mark met his gaze and increased the speed of his efforts. He still held Trevor’s arms firmly in place at his side. He felt the head of Trevor’s shaft swell inside his mouth. He smiled to himself as he thought about how pointless Trevor’s announcement had been. He could feel that Trevor was close, knew he was about to shoot. “Do it,” he mouthed around Trevor’s cock.

Trevor arched his hips as Mark thrust forward to take him in to the hilt. Mark felt the first wave of semen as Trevor’s cock began pulsating in his mouth. Trevor yelled out Mark’s name as his knees buckled. Mark held him in place against the shower as he rode out his orgasm. Mark swallowed as he milked out every drop of the salty-sweet liquid.

Legs still shaking, Trevor pulled Mark to his feet and embraced him. Their lips locked, and Trevor could taste himself on Mark’s lips. He moaned at the delicious wickedness of the thought.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Trevor asked when he finally released Mark’s mouth.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Mark said innocently.

“No one has ever done that to me before,” he said, smiling through heavy lidded eyes.

“Done what?” Mark asked as he nipped and then kissed Trevor’s lower lip.

“I’ve never cum in anyone’s mouth, much less tasted myself on their lips afterward.”

“Hmm,” Mark replied seductively. “I wanted to make sure that for five minutes, you didn’t think about anything or anyone but me.”

“Well, it worked. You completely emptied out my brain.”

“That wasn’t all I emptied.” Mark grinned as he reached down to lightly cup Trevor’s balls.

“Maybe I can return the favor,” Trevor murmured as he guided Mark back against the shower wall.

Chapter 21

“S
O
,
WHERE
is the button I press to call a nurse?” Trevor asked with a grin as he leaned into the doorway of Mark’s office.

Mark looked up and raised one eyebrow. “Press any buttons in here and all you’ll get is an electric shock.”

Trevor smiled and walked over to the desk. He cupped Mark’s chin and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Mark shooed him away. “Don’t kiss me in front of other people at work,” he chastised. His blue eyes sparkled in spite of the reproach.

“No one is even in the hallway,” Trevor replied playfully. “Besides, you have to be nice to me today.”

Mark snorted. “No, I don’t. I believe the sign on the door says ‘Mr. Smith, Unit Manager’ and not ‘Dr. Hayes, Unit Manager’.”

“Fine.” Trevor pouted. “If you don’t want to know, just say so.”

Mark rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. “Okay. Why do I have to be nice to you today?”

Trevor’s smile returned. “Because tonight I am taking you to dinner at the new restaurant that just opened on Peachtree. We’re meeting Jeff and Kyle there. After that, we’re all going dancing.”

Mark glanced down at his desk and flipped a page on his calendar. “How soon do I need to let you know if I am available?”

Like a bolt of lightning, Trevor charged around the desk. He grabbed Mark’s chair and tilted it back on two legs.

“No!” Mark squealed, eyes wide with surprise as he grabbed Trevor’s arms to steady himself.

“When can I have your answer?” Trevor grinned devilishly. He tilted the chair back a little further.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll go.” Mark giggled as he pulled at Trevor, trying to get the chair back on all four legs.

“Good,” Trevor said as he eased the chair down. He placed a kiss on the top of Mark’s head, turned, and walked out of the office. “I’ll pick you up at seven thirty,” he called over his shoulder.

M
ARK
checked his appearance one final time in the mirror. He wore a simple gray jacket over a black button-down shirt and blue jeans. Satisfied, he grabbed a T-shirt he had rolled up to change into later. He locked the door and then took the elevator down to the lobby. Trevor was already waiting, his car pulled up to the curb at the building’s front entrance. Mark crawled into the passenger side. Trevor grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him close for a kiss.

“I can’t believe you find these shirts that match your hair color,” Mark said as he settled into his seat and fastened his seat belt.

“You like?” Trevor asked as he placed the car in drive and pulled away from the curb. He wore a rust-colored silk shirt that was almost identical to the color of his hair and beard.

“Yes, I do. You look amazing,” Mark said playfully as he reached over to place one hand on Trevor’s stomach. He snaked his fingers underneath the buttons on the front of the shirt, only to encounter more cloth.

“You’re wearing a T-shirt?” Mark asked with a frown.

“Yes.” Trevor chuckled at the frustrated tone in Mark’s voice. “I told you to bring one for the bar later.”

“I did bring one,” Mark said, holding up the rolled shirt in one hand. “You never said anything about wearing it. I don’t like not being able to get at you when I want.” He grinned as he slid his hand down to cup the bulge in the front of Trevor’s jeans.

“You’re going to make me run off the road,” Trevor warned. He shifted his hips slightly, but didn’t try to move Mark’s hand.

A
COUPLE
of blocks later, they pulled into the restaurant driveway and left the car with the valet. Inside the restaurant, they were escorted to a table by the window, where Jeff and Kyle were already waiting. They stood and everyone exchanged hugs and greetings before sitting back down. The waiter came by, and they ordered a bottle of wine.

“I could have just made dinner for everyone at my place,” Mark commented as the waiter left the table after taking their orders. Everyone had ordered the same thing: roasted chicken with root vegetables.

“True,” Kyle said. “But Jeff’s big news has more oomph if he tells it in a nice restaurant.”

“What news?” Mark asked. All eyes were on Jeff now.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Jeff said. His cheeks flushed slightly.

“It is a big deal,” Kyle countered. “Jeff just got a promotion. He’s the youngest senior accountant at his firm.”

“Congratulations!” Mark and Trevor chimed in unison. Mark reached over and grabbed Jeff’s hand for emphasis.

Trevor motioned for the waiter and ordered a bottle of champagne. The waiter returned a few moments later. He opened the bottle, filled glasses, and passed them around to everyone.

“To my hot, sexy, senior accountant,” Kyle toasted as they all raised their glasses.

“A
RE
you sure you are okay to drive?” Mark asked as he fastened his seat belt. Two glasses of wine, along with the glass of champagne, had left him feeling a little light-headed.

“I only had one glass of wine and a sip of the champagne,” Trevor said as he playfully poked Mark in the ribs with one finger. “Besides, you’re such a lightweight.”

Mark squirmed and giggled, grabbing Trevor’s hand to push it away. Using both hands to contain Trevor’s, Mark settled back into his seat. He lifted Trevor’s hand to his face to gently kiss his fingertips.