Yellowstone
Title: What happens in Yellowstone...
Author: xallegedlyx
Pairing: Chris/Mark
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The cast of Glee has gone on a road trip to Yellowstone over the summer. When Chris finds himself alone with Mark one day things just happen.
Disclaimer: These are real people, I do not own them.
Author's Note: Started as a car sex kink and spiraled onto some whole new level. I’m much more of a PG-13 fluff writer. Please excuse my inability to smut.
Chris leaned casually against the boardwalk railing and tried to focus on the geysers and not his cast-mate. No matter how cool the hot pots were, his eyes seemed magnetically drawn to Mark. The way the wind was whipping Mark’s shirt tight across his chest, the bright sun beating down on his tan skin; no amount of boiling mud could distract Chris from Mark. Even so, Chris liked to think he was putting up a pretty valiant fight against the forces of lust, if he did say so himself, carefully averting his eyes toward the scenery.
“Hey boys!” Called Jenna from down the boardwalk. “Come over here! Old Faithful’s supposed to explode soon!” Chris found he had a hard time caring about the geyser’s explosion. All he knew was that if Mark didn’t stop using that sultry, windswept grin soon, he might explode.
On the whole, this trip to Yellowstone had been rather hellish for Chris: 10 days trapped in a car with sweaty Mark dozing on his shoulder. How could it not be anything less than excruciating? He’s not sure who had gotten this idea in the first place. One day the entire cast showed up on set with this grand scheme to take a road trip to Yellowstone. When Lea had told them about it, of course, it had seemed like a great idea. Yellowstone over the summer! A Gleekation! With all his best friends the single cutest guy he’d ever seen! But, of course, he was completely forbidden from making a move on this man. So instead he’d just had to suffer silently while Mark did all his normal Mark-like things that made Chris go mad with desire.
“Come on Chris,” Mark said as he began towards their group. “Let’s go see what all the fuss is about.” He put his arm around Chris’ thin shoulders.
“Um,” Chris said, now desperate to get away from this version of his own personal hell. “Yeah. But, uh, I’ll go get the camera from the car.” He slipped out of Mark’s grasp and turned to leave.
“Do you know where we parked?” Jenna asked.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find it.” Chris gazed across the enormous parking lot, trying to decide where to look first. They’d caravanned out here with two vans, Cory and Amber driving most of the way. Cory because he was the best driver out of all of them, Amber because she didn’t trust anyone else with directions.
“I’ll go with him,” Mark chimed in. “I know where the cars are. And I’ve got to get some sun-screen anyway.”
Chris silently cursed as Jenna smiled. “Okay. But hurry back. You don’t want to miss it.”
“Sure thing.” Mark smiled and turned towards the parking lot. “Come on, Chrith. I think it’s over here.”
Chris followed his castmate through parking lot to their corner in the very back. Cory had gotten them a spot in the shade so the car didn’t heat up too much. Mark quickly unlocked the door and began rifling around in things, looking for the sun-screen. Chris tried his very hardest not to stare directly at his ass sticking up while he searched the cluttered van. Chris kind of wanted to touch it, however strange that seemed.
“Yes! Found it!” Mark shouted in victory when he emerged, holding the bottle high. Chris laughed.
“Alright, scoot over. Gotta find the camera.” He pushed Mark out of the way began his own quest for the camera that he was fairly certain was right where he left it. Okay, maybe not. Did it fall on the floor? No. Under the seat?
“Here let me help you.” Mark said and leaned over Chris to assist in the Great Quest for the Disappearing Camera and Chris was aware now of the extremely compromising position they were in. With his butt sticking pretty high in the air, Chris was pressed against Mark right in the crotch. Chris froze in his search. Oh crap.
Mark, however, didn’t seem to even notice, just continued to hunt through the piles of stuff, now lowering down to press his chest against Chris’ back. Chris was beginning to hyperventilate. Mark was exuding a delicious warmth on top of the already hot day. Chris could feel himself melting beneath the touch. He leaned his head back slightly, letting it rest against Mark’s shoulder and tilted his neck, breathing in Mark’s scent. Mark was now still as well.
Then slowly, very slowly, Mark, pulling his arms out from where they were buried in a pile of snack foods, wrapped them around Chris’ waist, encircling the smaller boy. But Chris didn’t notice, as he was too busy focusing on the lips that had connected with his, Mark kissing him softly. There was no time thinking about the social and moral implications, no thought could be spared on what anyone else might say; the only thing that was running through Chris’ mind was the relief and happiness of Mark’s reciprocation, and, of course, the mad, wild, lust-filled desire.
Chris kissed back instantly, voraciously capturing Mark’s lower lip. With a small noise at the back of his throat, Mark returned it with as much intensity, now squeezing Chris with his strongly muscled arms. Chris could feel the arousal burning in his lower section and yearned for things to move further.
“Mark,” he gasped when he resurfaced, the other man’s lips now fastened on his neck. Chris broke their awkward, back to chest, bent-over position to turn around, laying back upon the seat of the car. He put one of his legs on both sides of Mark’s body, giving the other full access to everything Chris had to offer. He looked up at his castmate uncertainly, as if to give him a chance to back out and change his mind. Mark just let a grin stretch across his face and glint take over his eye, now leaning in and advancing for more.
“Chris,” he said, kissing him once more and climbing on top of Chris’ body, grinning. They kissed again for a long minute, before Mark broke away and closed the car door. He turned around and looked down, now a rather evil smirk splayed across his features. Chris let the moment completely envelope him, he could feel the other man’s passionate kisses as they rained upon his lips, his own skin seeming to melt over the leather of the car seat, the craving he felt pooled in his lower stomach, he could feel the sweltering heat of the summer’s day and the sound of cars and children screeching in the seemingly far-away parking lot.
“Mark,” Chris choked. “Mark, Mark,” he repeated the man’s name over and over as he felt Mark’s hips against his own, Mark’s hands roaming his body, Mark’s lips nipping softly at his neck.
Chris reached up to remove his own shirt, now positively soaked with sweat. Mark pulled it up as well, reattaching his lips to Chris’ when the fabric was gone. Before long, Chris’ hands were reaching down to tug on the hem of Mark’s shirt, futilely attempting to pull it off him. Mark caught the drift immediately and soon their skin was hot against the other’s, both panting with the heavy hot air.
Chris spread out his long fingers on the expanse of Mark’s bare skin before him, rubbing up and down Mark’s sweaty torso, feeling the defined muscles beneath sweltering skin. He felt the moisture of Mark’s perspiration clinging to his smooth skin, and could smell the sweat in the air, the odor lingering with the scent of his own body. Mark’s lips raked across Chris’ shoulder, his fingers caressing the younger man’s body.
“Mark,” Chris moaned and felt fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. He looked down to see Mark frantically trying to undo the latch. After just a few more seconds at clumsy attempts, Mark had Chris’ belt undone and ripped it out of the loops, throwing it into the front seat. Mark looked into Chris’ eyes as he wrenched off Chris’ pants, jerking them off his body. They hit the windshield when Mark discarded them as quickly as he had Chris’ belt. Chris’ boxer briefs had slipped down with his jeans, now snagged at his feet. Mark untangled them and tossed them off promptly, leaving Chris naked as the day he was born, his legs spread and bent to make room for Mark in between. And before the boy could make any sense out of it, Mark had his own pants off and thrown in some dark recess of the car as well.
Chris looked up at his cast-mate hesitantly. He’d always imagined this event in his fantasies, but now that it was happening, well it was rather scary. But it was scary for all the reasons Chris had never expected would bother him. He wasn’t worried about what everyone was going to say, and he wasn’t really afraid of STDs or anything. God, he was about to have sex. For the first time. That fabled, mystical thing he used to look up in the elementary school dictionary while no one was looking, that he’d spell out under his breath and pretend he didn’t know the meaning of when he was ten, that thing that his parents always fast-forwarded through in R-rated movies because they thought he was too young to watch, and oh my god Chris was about to get deflowered! By a man eight years older than him! In the back seat of a car in Yellowstone!
“You alright?” Mark asked in a whisper, noticing Chris’ hesitation. But he wasn’t really questioning if Chris was free from illness or injury. Is this okay? he was asking. Are you ready for this? Do you want me to stop? was the actual question here.
Chris sighed and nodded, smiling weakly. “I’m fine.”
“Alright.” Mark said. “There’s no need to be nervous.” He smiled softly. Chris nodded and grinned up at the other. He knew his hair was askew and he felt rather scrawny and pale but Mark just smiled.
“You’re so incredible.” Mark beamed at him. Chris could feel his fingers running up and down his sides, gently stroking his skin, then downward, to the inside of his thighs.
Mark abruptly stopped, however, and began to rummage around on the floor of the car. Chris watched curiously as Mark found what he was looking for.
“Lube,” he explained, holding up the bottle of sunscreen he had been looking for earlier.
“What?” Chris sputtered.
“Well I didn’t bring any real lube along, so this’ll have to do. Unless you want to do the whole spit thing?” Chris shook his head and watched Mark pour sunscreen onto his fingers, lathering them in white goo. Chris closed his eyes. He couldn’t resist thinking this was kind of gross. Like, ew, it was sunscreen, for god’s sake. It can’t be sanitary.
These thoughts were immediately ushered from his mind when he felt the fingers rubbing over his hole. They hadn’t entered yet, but Chris, unused to being touched there, gasped in surprise. He opened his eyes and gaped at Mark, who smiled at him.
“Okay?” Mark asked. Chris just nodded and leaned back against the car’s upholstery again. Next thing he knew, he could feel the pad of one of Mark’s fingers begin to press into him. Chris cringed until it was all the way in. It was a weird feeling, being stretched. Not particularly unpleasant but not exactly pleasant either. The feeling of Mark’s second finger wasn’t much better.
He suddenly couldn’t help but feel awkward. He opened his eyes that he didn’t remember closing and looked up at Mark who was looking back down at him. He felt kind of weird like this. His legs were scrunched up and pressed uncomfortably as close to his torso as they could go but he couldn’t think of any other way to have them. He wondered where they should be. He also couldn’t help but wonder where his hands should be right now. Oh Mark’s body? On his cock? As it was, they were just kind of resting on his own chest. And what emotions should be on his face right now? One of lust and hunger and desire? One of pure love? One of pain? His face was kind of scrunched too with the weird fingering Mark was doing and the difficulty of craning his neck to see it all. He hoped he didn’t look too miserable.
Another finger was pushed inside his body and Chris was getting more nervous by the second.
“Mark, Mark.” He croaked, choking on the stifling summer air trapped within the car. But it didn’t seem like Mark could hear him.
His first thought when he felt Mark begin to push into him was that there was no way he would ever be able to accommodate all of that. He suddenly felt like his opening was the smallest thing in the whole world and Mark was the largest.
As he began to feel his muscles give way, so too did all his worries about their surroundings. His world seemed to encompass nothing more than his own steady breathing, the push and pull of Mark inside him, this feeling of being at once so full and stretched and spread and scrunched, the scorching heat of their bodies pressed so closely together. His legs hitched over Mark’s broad shoulders, Mark’s hands on his hips, Mark’s chin dropped to his chest, lips open and breathing sharp and panted. Chris could feel his back rubbing back and forth on the seat, his shoulder grazing the side in time with Mark’s steady thrusts. His own cock trapped between their two bodies, finding friction against Mark. Oh god Mark delving deep deep deeper inside him until all at once, Chris was arching and keening and curling his toes when something inside him was touched. Mark met his eyes and smirked.
“There?” When he found it a second time, Chris was coming. The head of his cock rubbed again against Mark’s abdomen, and he was just exploding.
Mark followed him over the edge not long after, groaning Chris’ name, pulling out in time to spurt on Chris’ stomach. Chris supposed without a condom this was the courteous thing to do, but it didn’t feel like it as he looked at the hot sticky mess that now covered them both.
It seemed like it had started both two seconds and a thousand heart-beats ago. It was over so quickly. Chris let himself slump. It was so hot. He almost couldn’t breath. Or maybe that was Mark’s weight on his chest.
“Mark, they’re going to start looking for us soon.”
“Right,” Mark grunted in the back of his throat. He began to move around and gather their clothes. Chris began to sit up until he felt the slip and slide and squish inside him, and just stayed still for a while. He giggled while Mark struggled clean up and get their clothes back on them both and scrambled awkwardly from the car. Chris clung to him as he stood on shaky legs.
“Oh god, I need a shower.” Mark rumbled.
“No I do,” Chris protested softly, head still nestled against Mark’s shoulder.
“I called it first,” Mark laughed.
“Hey, you’re not the one with sun-screen up his ass.” Chris lightly hit him in the side.
“Fine,” Mark conceded. “Let’s go see what this geyser thing is about.” And even when they rejoined the rest of the cast, Amber looking pretty cross because they missed the entire show, Mark left his arm around Chris’ shoulders. They didn't have an explanation when Jenna asked where the camera was.
Author: xallegedlyx
Pairing: Chris/Mark
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The cast of Glee has gone on a road trip to Yellowstone over the summer. When Chris finds himself alone with Mark one day things just happen.
Disclaimer: These are real people, I do not own them.
Author's Note: Started as a car sex kink and spiraled onto some whole new level. I’m much more of a PG-13 fluff writer. Please excuse my inability to smut.
Chris leaned casually against the boardwalk railing and tried to focus on the geysers and not his cast-mate. No matter how cool the hot pots were, his eyes seemed magnetically drawn to Mark. The way the wind was whipping Mark’s shirt tight across his chest, the bright sun beating down on his tan skin; no amount of boiling mud could distract Chris from Mark. Even so, Chris liked to think he was putting up a pretty valiant fight against the forces of lust, if he did say so himself, carefully averting his eyes toward the scenery.
“Hey boys!” Called Jenna from down the boardwalk. “Come over here! Old Faithful’s supposed to explode soon!” Chris found he had a hard time caring about the geyser’s explosion. All he knew was that if Mark didn’t stop using that sultry, windswept grin soon, he might explode.
On the whole, this trip to Yellowstone had been rather hellish for Chris: 10 days trapped in a car with sweaty Mark dozing on his shoulder. How could it not be anything less than excruciating? He’s not sure who had gotten this idea in the first place. One day the entire cast showed up on set with this grand scheme to take a road trip to Yellowstone. When Lea had told them about it, of course, it had seemed like a great idea. Yellowstone over the summer! A Gleekation! With all his best friends the single cutest guy he’d ever seen! But, of course, he was completely forbidden from making a move on this man. So instead he’d just had to suffer silently while Mark did all his normal Mark-like things that made Chris go mad with desire.
“Come on Chris,” Mark said as he began towards their group. “Let’s go see what all the fuss is about.” He put his arm around Chris’ thin shoulders.
“Um,” Chris said, now desperate to get away from this version of his own personal hell. “Yeah. But, uh, I’ll go get the camera from the car.” He slipped out of Mark’s grasp and turned to leave.
“Do you know where we parked?” Jenna asked.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find it.” Chris gazed across the enormous parking lot, trying to decide where to look first. They’d caravanned out here with two vans, Cory and Amber driving most of the way. Cory because he was the best driver out of all of them, Amber because she didn’t trust anyone else with directions.
“I’ll go with him,” Mark chimed in. “I know where the cars are. And I’ve got to get some sun-screen anyway.”
Chris silently cursed as Jenna smiled. “Okay. But hurry back. You don’t want to miss it.”
“Sure thing.” Mark smiled and turned towards the parking lot. “Come on, Chrith. I think it’s over here.”
Chris followed his castmate through parking lot to their corner in the very back. Cory had gotten them a spot in the shade so the car didn’t heat up too much. Mark quickly unlocked the door and began rifling around in things, looking for the sun-screen. Chris tried his very hardest not to stare directly at his ass sticking up while he searched the cluttered van. Chris kind of wanted to touch it, however strange that seemed.
“Yes! Found it!” Mark shouted in victory when he emerged, holding the bottle high. Chris laughed.
“Alright, scoot over. Gotta find the camera.” He pushed Mark out of the way began his own quest for the camera that he was fairly certain was right where he left it. Okay, maybe not. Did it fall on the floor? No. Under the seat?
“Here let me help you.” Mark said and leaned over Chris to assist in the Great Quest for the Disappearing Camera and Chris was aware now of the extremely compromising position they were in. With his butt sticking pretty high in the air, Chris was pressed against Mark right in the crotch. Chris froze in his search. Oh crap.
Mark, however, didn’t seem to even notice, just continued to hunt through the piles of stuff, now lowering down to press his chest against Chris’ back. Chris was beginning to hyperventilate. Mark was exuding a delicious warmth on top of the already hot day. Chris could feel himself melting beneath the touch. He leaned his head back slightly, letting it rest against Mark’s shoulder and tilted his neck, breathing in Mark’s scent. Mark was now still as well.
Then slowly, very slowly, Mark, pulling his arms out from where they were buried in a pile of snack foods, wrapped them around Chris’ waist, encircling the smaller boy. But Chris didn’t notice, as he was too busy focusing on the lips that had connected with his, Mark kissing him softly. There was no time thinking about the social and moral implications, no thought could be spared on what anyone else might say; the only thing that was running through Chris’ mind was the relief and happiness of Mark’s reciprocation, and, of course, the mad, wild, lust-filled desire.
Chris kissed back instantly, voraciously capturing Mark’s lower lip. With a small noise at the back of his throat, Mark returned it with as much intensity, now squeezing Chris with his strongly muscled arms. Chris could feel the arousal burning in his lower section and yearned for things to move further.
“Mark,” he gasped when he resurfaced, the other man’s lips now fastened on his neck. Chris broke their awkward, back to chest, bent-over position to turn around, laying back upon the seat of the car. He put one of his legs on both sides of Mark’s body, giving the other full access to everything Chris had to offer. He looked up at his castmate uncertainly, as if to give him a chance to back out and change his mind. Mark just let a grin stretch across his face and glint take over his eye, now leaning in and advancing for more.
“Chris,” he said, kissing him once more and climbing on top of Chris’ body, grinning. They kissed again for a long minute, before Mark broke away and closed the car door. He turned around and looked down, now a rather evil smirk splayed across his features. Chris let the moment completely envelope him, he could feel the other man’s passionate kisses as they rained upon his lips, his own skin seeming to melt over the leather of the car seat, the craving he felt pooled in his lower stomach, he could feel the sweltering heat of the summer’s day and the sound of cars and children screeching in the seemingly far-away parking lot.
“Mark,” Chris choked. “Mark, Mark,” he repeated the man’s name over and over as he felt Mark’s hips against his own, Mark’s hands roaming his body, Mark’s lips nipping softly at his neck.
Chris reached up to remove his own shirt, now positively soaked with sweat. Mark pulled it up as well, reattaching his lips to Chris’ when the fabric was gone. Before long, Chris’ hands were reaching down to tug on the hem of Mark’s shirt, futilely attempting to pull it off him. Mark caught the drift immediately and soon their skin was hot against the other’s, both panting with the heavy hot air.
Chris spread out his long fingers on the expanse of Mark’s bare skin before him, rubbing up and down Mark’s sweaty torso, feeling the defined muscles beneath sweltering skin. He felt the moisture of Mark’s perspiration clinging to his smooth skin, and could smell the sweat in the air, the odor lingering with the scent of his own body. Mark’s lips raked across Chris’ shoulder, his fingers caressing the younger man’s body.
“Mark,” Chris moaned and felt fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. He looked down to see Mark frantically trying to undo the latch. After just a few more seconds at clumsy attempts, Mark had Chris’ belt undone and ripped it out of the loops, throwing it into the front seat. Mark looked into Chris’ eyes as he wrenched off Chris’ pants, jerking them off his body. They hit the windshield when Mark discarded them as quickly as he had Chris’ belt. Chris’ boxer briefs had slipped down with his jeans, now snagged at his feet. Mark untangled them and tossed them off promptly, leaving Chris naked as the day he was born, his legs spread and bent to make room for Mark in between. And before the boy could make any sense out of it, Mark had his own pants off and thrown in some dark recess of the car as well.
Chris looked up at his cast-mate hesitantly. He’d always imagined this event in his fantasies, but now that it was happening, well it was rather scary. But it was scary for all the reasons Chris had never expected would bother him. He wasn’t worried about what everyone was going to say, and he wasn’t really afraid of STDs or anything. God, he was about to have sex. For the first time. That fabled, mystical thing he used to look up in the elementary school dictionary while no one was looking, that he’d spell out under his breath and pretend he didn’t know the meaning of when he was ten, that thing that his parents always fast-forwarded through in R-rated movies because they thought he was too young to watch, and oh my god Chris was about to get deflowered! By a man eight years older than him! In the back seat of a car in Yellowstone!
“You alright?” Mark asked in a whisper, noticing Chris’ hesitation. But he wasn’t really questioning if Chris was free from illness or injury. Is this okay? he was asking. Are you ready for this? Do you want me to stop? was the actual question here.
Chris sighed and nodded, smiling weakly. “I’m fine.”
“Alright.” Mark said. “There’s no need to be nervous.” He smiled softly. Chris nodded and grinned up at the other. He knew his hair was askew and he felt rather scrawny and pale but Mark just smiled.
“You’re so incredible.” Mark beamed at him. Chris could feel his fingers running up and down his sides, gently stroking his skin, then downward, to the inside of his thighs.
Mark abruptly stopped, however, and began to rummage around on the floor of the car. Chris watched curiously as Mark found what he was looking for.
“Lube,” he explained, holding up the bottle of sunscreen he had been looking for earlier.
“What?” Chris sputtered.
“Well I didn’t bring any real lube along, so this’ll have to do. Unless you want to do the whole spit thing?” Chris shook his head and watched Mark pour sunscreen onto his fingers, lathering them in white goo. Chris closed his eyes. He couldn’t resist thinking this was kind of gross. Like, ew, it was sunscreen, for god’s sake. It can’t be sanitary.
These thoughts were immediately ushered from his mind when he felt the fingers rubbing over his hole. They hadn’t entered yet, but Chris, unused to being touched there, gasped in surprise. He opened his eyes and gaped at Mark, who smiled at him.
“Okay?” Mark asked. Chris just nodded and leaned back against the car’s upholstery again. Next thing he knew, he could feel the pad of one of Mark’s fingers begin to press into him. Chris cringed until it was all the way in. It was a weird feeling, being stretched. Not particularly unpleasant but not exactly pleasant either. The feeling of Mark’s second finger wasn’t much better.
He suddenly couldn’t help but feel awkward. He opened his eyes that he didn’t remember closing and looked up at Mark who was looking back down at him. He felt kind of weird like this. His legs were scrunched up and pressed uncomfortably as close to his torso as they could go but he couldn’t think of any other way to have them. He wondered where they should be. He also couldn’t help but wonder where his hands should be right now. Oh Mark’s body? On his cock? As it was, they were just kind of resting on his own chest. And what emotions should be on his face right now? One of lust and hunger and desire? One of pure love? One of pain? His face was kind of scrunched too with the weird fingering Mark was doing and the difficulty of craning his neck to see it all. He hoped he didn’t look too miserable.
Another finger was pushed inside his body and Chris was getting more nervous by the second.
“Mark, Mark.” He croaked, choking on the stifling summer air trapped within the car. But it didn’t seem like Mark could hear him.
His first thought when he felt Mark begin to push into him was that there was no way he would ever be able to accommodate all of that. He suddenly felt like his opening was the smallest thing in the whole world and Mark was the largest.
As he began to feel his muscles give way, so too did all his worries about their surroundings. His world seemed to encompass nothing more than his own steady breathing, the push and pull of Mark inside him, this feeling of being at once so full and stretched and spread and scrunched, the scorching heat of their bodies pressed so closely together. His legs hitched over Mark’s broad shoulders, Mark’s hands on his hips, Mark’s chin dropped to his chest, lips open and breathing sharp and panted. Chris could feel his back rubbing back and forth on the seat, his shoulder grazing the side in time with Mark’s steady thrusts. His own cock trapped between their two bodies, finding friction against Mark. Oh god Mark delving deep deep deeper inside him until all at once, Chris was arching and keening and curling his toes when something inside him was touched. Mark met his eyes and smirked.
“There?” When he found it a second time, Chris was coming. The head of his cock rubbed again against Mark’s abdomen, and he was just exploding.
Mark followed him over the edge not long after, groaning Chris’ name, pulling out in time to spurt on Chris’ stomach. Chris supposed without a condom this was the courteous thing to do, but it didn’t feel like it as he looked at the hot sticky mess that now covered them both.
It seemed like it had started both two seconds and a thousand heart-beats ago. It was over so quickly. Chris let himself slump. It was so hot. He almost couldn’t breath. Or maybe that was Mark’s weight on his chest.
“Mark, they’re going to start looking for us soon.”
“Right,” Mark grunted in the back of his throat. He began to move around and gather their clothes. Chris began to sit up until he felt the slip and slide and squish inside him, and just stayed still for a while. He giggled while Mark struggled clean up and get their clothes back on them both and scrambled awkwardly from the car. Chris clung to him as he stood on shaky legs.
“Oh god, I need a shower.” Mark rumbled.
“No I do,” Chris protested softly, head still nestled against Mark’s shoulder.
“I called it first,” Mark laughed.
“Hey, you’re not the one with sun-screen up his ass.” Chris lightly hit him in the side.
“Fine,” Mark conceded. “Let’s go see what this geyser thing is about.” And even when they rejoined the rest of the cast, Amber looking pretty cross because they missed the entire show, Mark left his arm around Chris’ shoulders. They didn't have an explanation when Jenna asked where the camera was.