[FIC] Coke Lines
Title: Coke Lines
Pairings: Mark/Evan, Mark/Hartley
Rating: Dinnae let yer ma see
“Dinnae ye fucken start.” Evan scowled down at the grinning Weather Wizard, his eyes narrowing at the raven-haired Rogue as he, unwisely, opened his mouth to speak.
“Come on McCulloch, don’t be such a sore loser.” The Wizard grinned wider, his perfect white teeth flashing almost eerily in the low light, eyes sparkling with an unnerving level of excitement.
“Sore loser?! Ye were cheatin’ so hard yer ma’d be spinnin’ in her grave!” The Scot exclaimed, shooting a sour look at the other man, who hadn’t bothered redressing after their earlier game of poker, and was now lounging across Evan’s bed, looking every bit the cat who got the cream.
“Prove it.” Mark pushed himself up, muscles flexing with the effort, his gaze never leaving the clearly uncomfortable, and overly hostile, brunette. “Your ass is mine, McCulloch, whether you like it or not.”
They had, as with any other night the Rogues spent together, begun with alcohol and cards. It had started innocently enough; a poker game, Mick, Len, Axel and Evan. Axel had, of course, left the game first. He was after all still a kid, and alcohol had the rather unfortunate effect of going straight to his head, as well as his cock. After claiming that Evan was cheating, and insisting that sitting in the Scot’s lap was the only way to make sure, Len had kicked the boy out and told him to go to bed. He’d protested, as usual, but there really was no arguing with a slightly inebriated Captain Cold, particularly not when he had his cold gun shoved in your face.
It had been about that time Mark had arrived, complete with two more crates of beer, and an innocent poker night turned somewhat more...lewd. On Mark’s suggestion, they’d switched to strip poker and, after downing most of their newly replenished beer supply, the four had ended up in nothing more than their pants. Mick had left the game before he could lose any more clothing. Meanwhile, Len accused Mark of cheating when he won the final hand, while simultaneously storming off to his room with the remaining beer.
Evan remained in the game. He lost his boxers, giving the Wizard a nice view of his ass as he removed them and a nicer view of his tackle when he sat down again. He’d run out of things to bet, but the alcohol had kicked in and he was happily drunk enough to want to keep playing, so began betting with things his sober mind would have killed him for.
Like his virginity.
“Awae an’ bile yer heid!” The Mirror Master snapped at the other Rogue, fury evident in his eyes, his lip curling upwards and revealing the slight gap between his teeth, the one Mark had classed as ‘endearing’ earlier on in the evening. He had been allowed to replace his boxers when they’d left the table, ensuring that he was at least a little less exposed, but the Weather Wizard had banned all other clothing, claiming his costume as his own, though he had at least permitted the Scot to bring their small pile of brightly coloured fabric into the bedroom with them.
“Oh don’t be like that, Evan.” Mark purred, reaching over to pull a small, white bag from the pocket of his discarded jeans. “See? I even brought you the stuff I owe you.” The grin was back then, splitting his handsome face in two as the brunette snatched the small bag from the other man, studying it intently.
“Yer nae tryin’ ta pull one over, are ye?” The Mirror Master asked somewhat sceptically, testing the contents of the small bag, seemingly happy with it.
“Of course not! That’s the best stuff I could get, don’t want you keeling over on me.” With a leer, Mark grabbed hold of the waistband of Evan’s boxers, pulling him closer. He was pleased when the Mirror Master allowed himself to be manoeuvred onto the double bed, and even more so when the larger man took the lead and pushed him back down onto the mattress, shooting another glare at the Wizard before tearing open the bag with his teeth.
“Yer getting nothin’ til I’ve had ma fix, ya wee basturt.” At Mark’s apparent displeasure at having to wait, and his inability to keep still, Evan shoved the other man back down, pressing his knee against the Wizard’s crotch. “Keep yer tossel in yer knickers fannybawz, ye’ll git yer go.” Moving backwards just a little way, the Scot pushed Mark’s leg down, setting up a series of four lines on the toned thigh. “Naer pegged ye fer an erse bandit anyhow.” He added, leaning in to snort the first line with a happy, relieved sigh.
Evan awoke, almost twelve hours later, with a pounding headache and a hot body wrapped around his own. He remembered...well, very little. A drunken agreement for sex, and then...not much at all, really. The odd word or two, a flash of colour or sound, but nothing to tell him what they had actually done. He had promised Mark his anal virginity, but when he moved there was no discomfort, no pain, no unpleasant squelching of the other man’s release inside his body.
The Scot let out a sigh of relief; obviously they hadn’t gone through with it. Even in his drunken state, the Wizard must have had enough self restraint to stop things before they’d gone too far, and for that the Mirror Master was extremely grateful. It was nice, though, having Mark curled up next to him. Comforting, if nothing else. His head hurt like hell...a few more hours sleep wouldn’t hurt, right?
It was well past noon by the time Mark’s eyes fluttered open, the high sun shining painfully into his eyes, head throbbing from far too much alcohol the night before. A heavy arm was slung across his chest, and he could feel the slow, slumbering breaths of another brushing over the back of his neck and across his cheek. Turning, he winced, insides complaining loudly at the motion as he took in the sight of the unconscious Scot draped over him, snoring softly.
The telltale agony in his lower back whenever he moved was more than enough to remind the Wizard of their antics the previous night, regardless of the gaps he found in his memory, images blocked out by too much poor-quality beer. With a groan, Mark pulled himself out from under the dead weight of the unconscious Mirror Master, marginally surprised when he didn’t feel the usual unpleasant crackling sensation as he stood.
At least Evan had been thoughtful enough to use a condom.
Limping from the room, dragging a pair of boxers on to cover himself as he went, the raven haired Rogue made his way gingerly towards the kitchen, his movements slow and pained. Really, he should have expected this from the Scot, regardless of what the bet had been.
Mussed-up red hair and a knowing smile met him as he entered the kitchen, along with a steaming mug of coffee that he hadn’t even had to ask for. Sitting himself carefully down in one of the mis-matched chairs, Mark took a long gulp of the hot liquid, leaning back with a sigh and closing his eyes.
“Looks like you had a good night.” Hartley finally spoke, settling himself down across the table from the Wizard, his voice low so as to avoid exacerbating Mark’s already thumping headache. “Was he any good?”
Had Evan been any good? Mark struggled to remember, his memories of the previous night still hazy. They’d stumbled back to Evan’s room, the Scot deciding that snorting coke off his inner thigh had been a good idea, and then...then what?
“Yeh think yeh kin top me, Marky?” Evan had pushed him down into the mattress, a dangerous leer on his face, eyes dilated as the drug began to take effect. His boxers had quickly been removed, leaving him bare and open for the Scot to do with as he pleased, and he had already been hard by that point, the rough treatment and the dominance of the larger man sending tremors down his spine.
Mark had been ready to respond, sarcasm and protest on the tip of his tongue, when Evan had dipped down to take the Wizard’s dripping cock between chapped lips, giving it a long, hard suck and making the smaller man yelp and buck into his mouth. After that, there had been no protests, as the brunette suckled and nibbled at his shaft, fingers playing expertly with his balls before reaching back, slick with sweat and saliva, to push against Mark’s entrance.
“You’ve done this before...” He’d panted, cut off before he could say any more by the force of two digits splitting him open and a low, humming grin around his cock. Head falling back, he’d cried out at the intrusion, spreading his legs to try and lessen the pain of entry as a third finger had been quickly added. The Scot had made short work preparing him, albeit sloppily, before reaching into his nightstand for a condom and slipping it in place.
“Aye, ah have.” Evan had leered down at him then, taking in the sight of Mark’s flushed body, spread legs and twitching cock, before grabbing both of the Wizard’s thighs, pushing them as far apart as he could and burying his own shaft in the tight passageway between them.
They moved together, picking up speed, gasps and moans and the slapping of skin on skin filling the small room and travelling out further. Evan took him roughly, sweat dripping from his forehead, teeth clenched from exertion as he pounded into Mark’s willing body. It hurt like hell, but god it had felt good, the thick shaft of the other man spearing him and rubbing in all the right places with each thrust.
“Harder...” Mark had panted, begged for it, and Evan had complied, practically bending him in two as he took both of the Wizard’s thighs in his large hands, pushing them up so he could angle the smaller man just right. Letting his head fall back, the raven haired Rogue let out a series of loud, unintelligible moans, feeling his release creep up on him.
To his surprise and slight annoyance, Evan came first, hitting his peak with a shout and a shudder, hips snapping forward to bury himself deep within his new bed-partner. Leaning over the smaller man, gasping for air, the Scot had tried to leer down at Mark, shaft still twitching as the final few aftershocks rippled through him.
Mark had wriggled and bucked against the brunette, wanting just a little bit more stimulation, trying to hit his peak. His own hands were slapped away by the Scot when he tried to finish himself off, which resulted in a most undignified noise of protest before Evan grasped his cock firmly in one large hand, tugging hard.
He’d cum then, all over his own chest and Evan’s hand, their position making several flecks of his release spatter across his chin, which Evan had dutifully licked off. Everything after that was a haze of alcohol; he assumed the Mirror Master had pulled out of him, and they’d somehow managed to clean up and crawl into bed together, but try as he might Mark couldn’t remember any of it.
“Hello, Earth to Mark? You still in there?” Hartley was leaning over him now, laughing slightly and Mark knew, he just knew, that he had a stupid expression plastered across his face. And he was hard. Goddamnit.
“Fuck off, Piper.” The Wizard grouched, making no move to hide the bulge in his boxers - though he had a sneaking suspicion that the little redhead had not only noticed his predicament, but also didn’t particularly mind the view.
“First time I think I’ve ever seen anyone have a wet dream while awake.” Yeah, he’d noticed. The Piper grinned, perching himself on the edge of the table and pointedly checking him out. Mark should have felt himself colour, really, but instead the musician’s gaze only made him harder, his cock giving an insistent twitch.
“Good for you, now either piss off so I can jack off, or get on your knees.” His headache making him more than a little grouchy, as well as the dull pain in his ass, Mark glared at the little redhead. To his amazement, instead of simply laughing the comment off or leaving the room, Hartley simply shrugged and dropped down between his legs, spreading his thighs and making Mark almost drop the mug of coffee he’d forgotten he was still holding.
“Thought you’d never ask.” With a laugh like a ringing bell, the Piper reached up to tug at his boxers, pulling his shaft free. The musician took his time examining the twitching length, running teeth and lips up the shaft, making Mark jump slightly each time he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot. Running his tongue around the underside of the reddened head, before taking the length slowly into his mouth, humming as he did.
“F-Fuck, Piper!” Mark gasped out, his hands burying themselves in long, red tresses as he forced his fellow Rogue’s head down, making him take every inch of his throbbing length down his pretty, pale throat. Piper didn’t seem to mind, pushing back against the hands so he could bob his head up and down, throat muscles swallowing around the head to massage it as he worked the shaft with his tongue.
It felt good, better than good...within minutes, Mark couldn’t hold back any more, his hot release shooting down the back of Hartley’s throat before he had chance to warn the redhead or pull out. Swallowing every drop and licking the Wizard’s shaft clean, Piper tucked Mark back into his boxers and gave his shoulder a quick squeeze, before stepping out of the kitchen, leaving a stunned but sated Weather Wizard in his wake.
“Yer nae gonnae ask why ah dinnae tell ‘im?” Hartley turned, finding a tired-looking Evan leaning against his bedroom door, his face unreadable.
“No, I don’t need to know.” The redhead pondered for a moment, looked around, then stepped over to the Scot, throwing his arms around Evan’s neck to plant a small kiss on the end of his nose. “It’s sweet how you didn’t let him take you, though.”
“Aye, tha’s fer yeh and yeh alone, luv.” Evan chuckled back, stealing a slow, soft kiss from the smaller man, holding him close. “Yeh sure yeh dinnae wanna go exclusive? We kin still keep it secret?” The Mirror Master asked hopefully, giving Hartley a small squeeze. The smaller man simply laughed and shook his head, pulling away.
“Evan, you’re cute and I love you, but this is only a phase of yours, you know that. If we go exclusive, the others’ll figure it out, and there’s no going back after that happens.” With a sad sigh to match his smile, Piper turned and left the Mirror Master to his thoughts, knowing he wouldn’t be able to deny the brunette for much longer.
“Aye, ah know luv...” Evan knew the Piper was right, but that didn’t make the truth any easier to take. Stepping back into his room and closing the door, the Scot wondered if maybe he could persuade his secret lover to let Mark adorn their bedroom again in future. It had been fun, but he’d have much preferred it if Hartley had been there to seduce Mark into joining in himself.
Or, better yet, have Mark seduce Hartley. Now that would be something worth seeing, he thought, contemplating finding his little redhead and having him take care of the problem that was quickly developing in his pants, before hearing the telltale groan of Mick’s bed next door and deciding to deal with it himself.
At least he had plenty of material to get himself off to; pulling out a small mirror, Evan started up the recording, watching his redheaded lover go down on the stunned wizard all over again as his hand ghosted over his shaft, a small smile on his face. Really, today was shaping up to be a rather good day.
Pairings: Mark/Evan, Mark/Hartley
Rating: Dinnae let yer ma see
“Dinnae ye fucken start.” Evan scowled down at the grinning Weather Wizard, his eyes narrowing at the raven-haired Rogue as he, unwisely, opened his mouth to speak.
“Come on McCulloch, don’t be such a sore loser.” The Wizard grinned wider, his perfect white teeth flashing almost eerily in the low light, eyes sparkling with an unnerving level of excitement.
“Sore loser?! Ye were cheatin’ so hard yer ma’d be spinnin’ in her grave!” The Scot exclaimed, shooting a sour look at the other man, who hadn’t bothered redressing after their earlier game of poker, and was now lounging across Evan’s bed, looking every bit the cat who got the cream.
“Prove it.” Mark pushed himself up, muscles flexing with the effort, his gaze never leaving the clearly uncomfortable, and overly hostile, brunette. “Your ass is mine, McCulloch, whether you like it or not.”
They had, as with any other night the Rogues spent together, begun with alcohol and cards. It had started innocently enough; a poker game, Mick, Len, Axel and Evan. Axel had, of course, left the game first. He was after all still a kid, and alcohol had the rather unfortunate effect of going straight to his head, as well as his cock. After claiming that Evan was cheating, and insisting that sitting in the Scot’s lap was the only way to make sure, Len had kicked the boy out and told him to go to bed. He’d protested, as usual, but there really was no arguing with a slightly inebriated Captain Cold, particularly not when he had his cold gun shoved in your face.
It had been about that time Mark had arrived, complete with two more crates of beer, and an innocent poker night turned somewhat more...lewd. On Mark’s suggestion, they’d switched to strip poker and, after downing most of their newly replenished beer supply, the four had ended up in nothing more than their pants. Mick had left the game before he could lose any more clothing. Meanwhile, Len accused Mark of cheating when he won the final hand, while simultaneously storming off to his room with the remaining beer.
Evan remained in the game. He lost his boxers, giving the Wizard a nice view of his ass as he removed them and a nicer view of his tackle when he sat down again. He’d run out of things to bet, but the alcohol had kicked in and he was happily drunk enough to want to keep playing, so began betting with things his sober mind would have killed him for.
Like his virginity.
“Awae an’ bile yer heid!” The Mirror Master snapped at the other Rogue, fury evident in his eyes, his lip curling upwards and revealing the slight gap between his teeth, the one Mark had classed as ‘endearing’ earlier on in the evening. He had been allowed to replace his boxers when they’d left the table, ensuring that he was at least a little less exposed, but the Weather Wizard had banned all other clothing, claiming his costume as his own, though he had at least permitted the Scot to bring their small pile of brightly coloured fabric into the bedroom with them.
“Oh don’t be like that, Evan.” Mark purred, reaching over to pull a small, white bag from the pocket of his discarded jeans. “See? I even brought you the stuff I owe you.” The grin was back then, splitting his handsome face in two as the brunette snatched the small bag from the other man, studying it intently.
“Yer nae tryin’ ta pull one over, are ye?” The Mirror Master asked somewhat sceptically, testing the contents of the small bag, seemingly happy with it.
“Of course not! That’s the best stuff I could get, don’t want you keeling over on me.” With a leer, Mark grabbed hold of the waistband of Evan’s boxers, pulling him closer. He was pleased when the Mirror Master allowed himself to be manoeuvred onto the double bed, and even more so when the larger man took the lead and pushed him back down onto the mattress, shooting another glare at the Wizard before tearing open the bag with his teeth.
“Yer getting nothin’ til I’ve had ma fix, ya wee basturt.” At Mark’s apparent displeasure at having to wait, and his inability to keep still, Evan shoved the other man back down, pressing his knee against the Wizard’s crotch. “Keep yer tossel in yer knickers fannybawz, ye’ll git yer go.” Moving backwards just a little way, the Scot pushed Mark’s leg down, setting up a series of four lines on the toned thigh. “Naer pegged ye fer an erse bandit anyhow.” He added, leaning in to snort the first line with a happy, relieved sigh.
Evan awoke, almost twelve hours later, with a pounding headache and a hot body wrapped around his own. He remembered...well, very little. A drunken agreement for sex, and then...not much at all, really. The odd word or two, a flash of colour or sound, but nothing to tell him what they had actually done. He had promised Mark his anal virginity, but when he moved there was no discomfort, no pain, no unpleasant squelching of the other man’s release inside his body.
The Scot let out a sigh of relief; obviously they hadn’t gone through with it. Even in his drunken state, the Wizard must have had enough self restraint to stop things before they’d gone too far, and for that the Mirror Master was extremely grateful. It was nice, though, having Mark curled up next to him. Comforting, if nothing else. His head hurt like hell...a few more hours sleep wouldn’t hurt, right?
It was well past noon by the time Mark’s eyes fluttered open, the high sun shining painfully into his eyes, head throbbing from far too much alcohol the night before. A heavy arm was slung across his chest, and he could feel the slow, slumbering breaths of another brushing over the back of his neck and across his cheek. Turning, he winced, insides complaining loudly at the motion as he took in the sight of the unconscious Scot draped over him, snoring softly.
The telltale agony in his lower back whenever he moved was more than enough to remind the Wizard of their antics the previous night, regardless of the gaps he found in his memory, images blocked out by too much poor-quality beer. With a groan, Mark pulled himself out from under the dead weight of the unconscious Mirror Master, marginally surprised when he didn’t feel the usual unpleasant crackling sensation as he stood.
At least Evan had been thoughtful enough to use a condom.
Limping from the room, dragging a pair of boxers on to cover himself as he went, the raven haired Rogue made his way gingerly towards the kitchen, his movements slow and pained. Really, he should have expected this from the Scot, regardless of what the bet had been.
Mussed-up red hair and a knowing smile met him as he entered the kitchen, along with a steaming mug of coffee that he hadn’t even had to ask for. Sitting himself carefully down in one of the mis-matched chairs, Mark took a long gulp of the hot liquid, leaning back with a sigh and closing his eyes.
“Looks like you had a good night.” Hartley finally spoke, settling himself down across the table from the Wizard, his voice low so as to avoid exacerbating Mark’s already thumping headache. “Was he any good?”
Had Evan been any good? Mark struggled to remember, his memories of the previous night still hazy. They’d stumbled back to Evan’s room, the Scot deciding that snorting coke off his inner thigh had been a good idea, and then...then what?
“Yeh think yeh kin top me, Marky?” Evan had pushed him down into the mattress, a dangerous leer on his face, eyes dilated as the drug began to take effect. His boxers had quickly been removed, leaving him bare and open for the Scot to do with as he pleased, and he had already been hard by that point, the rough treatment and the dominance of the larger man sending tremors down his spine.
Mark had been ready to respond, sarcasm and protest on the tip of his tongue, when Evan had dipped down to take the Wizard’s dripping cock between chapped lips, giving it a long, hard suck and making the smaller man yelp and buck into his mouth. After that, there had been no protests, as the brunette suckled and nibbled at his shaft, fingers playing expertly with his balls before reaching back, slick with sweat and saliva, to push against Mark’s entrance.
“You’ve done this before...” He’d panted, cut off before he could say any more by the force of two digits splitting him open and a low, humming grin around his cock. Head falling back, he’d cried out at the intrusion, spreading his legs to try and lessen the pain of entry as a third finger had been quickly added. The Scot had made short work preparing him, albeit sloppily, before reaching into his nightstand for a condom and slipping it in place.
“Aye, ah have.” Evan had leered down at him then, taking in the sight of Mark’s flushed body, spread legs and twitching cock, before grabbing both of the Wizard’s thighs, pushing them as far apart as he could and burying his own shaft in the tight passageway between them.
They moved together, picking up speed, gasps and moans and the slapping of skin on skin filling the small room and travelling out further. Evan took him roughly, sweat dripping from his forehead, teeth clenched from exertion as he pounded into Mark’s willing body. It hurt like hell, but god it had felt good, the thick shaft of the other man spearing him and rubbing in all the right places with each thrust.
“Harder...” Mark had panted, begged for it, and Evan had complied, practically bending him in two as he took both of the Wizard’s thighs in his large hands, pushing them up so he could angle the smaller man just right. Letting his head fall back, the raven haired Rogue let out a series of loud, unintelligible moans, feeling his release creep up on him.
To his surprise and slight annoyance, Evan came first, hitting his peak with a shout and a shudder, hips snapping forward to bury himself deep within his new bed-partner. Leaning over the smaller man, gasping for air, the Scot had tried to leer down at Mark, shaft still twitching as the final few aftershocks rippled through him.
Mark had wriggled and bucked against the brunette, wanting just a little bit more stimulation, trying to hit his peak. His own hands were slapped away by the Scot when he tried to finish himself off, which resulted in a most undignified noise of protest before Evan grasped his cock firmly in one large hand, tugging hard.
He’d cum then, all over his own chest and Evan’s hand, their position making several flecks of his release spatter across his chin, which Evan had dutifully licked off. Everything after that was a haze of alcohol; he assumed the Mirror Master had pulled out of him, and they’d somehow managed to clean up and crawl into bed together, but try as he might Mark couldn’t remember any of it.
“Hello, Earth to Mark? You still in there?” Hartley was leaning over him now, laughing slightly and Mark knew, he just knew, that he had a stupid expression plastered across his face. And he was hard. Goddamnit.
“Fuck off, Piper.” The Wizard grouched, making no move to hide the bulge in his boxers - though he had a sneaking suspicion that the little redhead had not only noticed his predicament, but also didn’t particularly mind the view.
“First time I think I’ve ever seen anyone have a wet dream while awake.” Yeah, he’d noticed. The Piper grinned, perching himself on the edge of the table and pointedly checking him out. Mark should have felt himself colour, really, but instead the musician’s gaze only made him harder, his cock giving an insistent twitch.
“Good for you, now either piss off so I can jack off, or get on your knees.” His headache making him more than a little grouchy, as well as the dull pain in his ass, Mark glared at the little redhead. To his amazement, instead of simply laughing the comment off or leaving the room, Hartley simply shrugged and dropped down between his legs, spreading his thighs and making Mark almost drop the mug of coffee he’d forgotten he was still holding.
“Thought you’d never ask.” With a laugh like a ringing bell, the Piper reached up to tug at his boxers, pulling his shaft free. The musician took his time examining the twitching length, running teeth and lips up the shaft, making Mark jump slightly each time he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot. Running his tongue around the underside of the reddened head, before taking the length slowly into his mouth, humming as he did.
“F-Fuck, Piper!” Mark gasped out, his hands burying themselves in long, red tresses as he forced his fellow Rogue’s head down, making him take every inch of his throbbing length down his pretty, pale throat. Piper didn’t seem to mind, pushing back against the hands so he could bob his head up and down, throat muscles swallowing around the head to massage it as he worked the shaft with his tongue.
It felt good, better than good...within minutes, Mark couldn’t hold back any more, his hot release shooting down the back of Hartley’s throat before he had chance to warn the redhead or pull out. Swallowing every drop and licking the Wizard’s shaft clean, Piper tucked Mark back into his boxers and gave his shoulder a quick squeeze, before stepping out of the kitchen, leaving a stunned but sated Weather Wizard in his wake.
“Yer nae gonnae ask why ah dinnae tell ‘im?” Hartley turned, finding a tired-looking Evan leaning against his bedroom door, his face unreadable.
“No, I don’t need to know.” The redhead pondered for a moment, looked around, then stepped over to the Scot, throwing his arms around Evan’s neck to plant a small kiss on the end of his nose. “It’s sweet how you didn’t let him take you, though.”
“Aye, tha’s fer yeh and yeh alone, luv.” Evan chuckled back, stealing a slow, soft kiss from the smaller man, holding him close. “Yeh sure yeh dinnae wanna go exclusive? We kin still keep it secret?” The Mirror Master asked hopefully, giving Hartley a small squeeze. The smaller man simply laughed and shook his head, pulling away.
“Evan, you’re cute and I love you, but this is only a phase of yours, you know that. If we go exclusive, the others’ll figure it out, and there’s no going back after that happens.” With a sad sigh to match his smile, Piper turned and left the Mirror Master to his thoughts, knowing he wouldn’t be able to deny the brunette for much longer.
“Aye, ah know luv...” Evan knew the Piper was right, but that didn’t make the truth any easier to take. Stepping back into his room and closing the door, the Scot wondered if maybe he could persuade his secret lover to let Mark adorn their bedroom again in future. It had been fun, but he’d have much preferred it if Hartley had been there to seduce Mark into joining in himself.
Or, better yet, have Mark seduce Hartley. Now that would be something worth seeing, he thought, contemplating finding his little redhead and having him take care of the problem that was quickly developing in his pants, before hearing the telltale groan of Mick’s bed next door and deciding to deal with it himself.
At least he had plenty of material to get himself off to; pulling out a small mirror, Evan started up the recording, watching his redheaded lover go down on the stunned wizard all over again as his hand ghosted over his shaft, a small smile on his face. Really, today was shaping up to be a rather good day.