Prompt #60: Drink
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Title: Drinking is a sin (but so is fornication)
Pairing: Stephen Drew/Mark Reynolds
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1,454
Summary: The events directly following the fic Hey Jealousy. What happens when Stephen goes home with Mark? Well read it and find out. (By the way, this is Stephen's POV this time.)
Author's Note: I haven't written anything for a while, and I haven't been very inspired. So I picked a random number and went with that prompt. This actually wasn't that prompt, but the fic started getting away from me and had nothing to do with the prompt I had picked. So I decided to use a different one. :)
"Would you like something to drink?"
"No, I'm good."
We had just walked in the door of Mark's house, and he was already pacing up and down. It was the cutest thing ever. Now, I always thought I was the most awkward person in these kind of situations, but Mark clearly took the prize. I grinned at him in amusement, but he still didn't calm down. I thought maybe we had gotten past this point, but apparently not.
"Slow down there," I said while grabbing him by the shoulders. "You're making me dizzy."
"Wow, sorry. Didn't realize I was doing that," Mark said.
"That's ok. But is something wrong?"
"Naw it's fine, I just... man, I still can't believe we won tonight. I'm still pumped."
"Well, you're not even the one who got the game-winning hit."
Mark smiled and lightly punched me on the arm. "Very funny," he said. "Well, should we start playing that video game now?"
"I don't think so," I said. He looked at me curiously. I was going to have to explain. "We both know I'm going to kick your ass anyway. Let's just skip that part and move on to what you really invited me here for." I was pretty impressed with my own forwardness, and Mark looked understandably surprised. But I had a couple weeks since our last encounter to think about what was happening between us, and I had prepared myself for this moment. There was no way I could deny it any more; I wanted Mark.
"Oh. I guess we could," he finally said. But he remained standing there in front of me, his gaze fixed on the ground. I had never made the first move before, but as they say there's a first time for everything.
"Mark," I said as I placed my hand on his cheek and forced him to look at me. I leaned towards him, but I didn't have to go very far. He met me half-way, wrapped his arms around my back, and crashed his lips to mine. It was actually our second kiss, but it felt like it was the first. I had kissed several girls before, and this really wasn't much different. His 5 o'clock shadow was a bit itchy, but I could ignore that. Whatever he lacked for in softness he made up for in passion. He briefly bit my lip and I heard myself moan in response. Just as I thought I would die from lack of oxygen, he pulled away. I heard him panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"Where is your bedroom?" I asked. I just then realized that I'd never actually been given a tour of his home.
"This way," he said. He grabbed my hand and led me down the long hallway. We were holding hands. This thought slowly entered my brain and I realized how weird it was. I was really with another man. And not just any man, but one of my teammates. We were supposed to support each other no matter what, but I don't think that meant going so far as to sleep with each other. "Please forgive me, Lord," I thought to myself. I was fully aware that I was about to commit a sin, but my mind was made up and I wasn't about to back out. I was just going to have to pray extra hard on Sunday and hope for the best.
After what took far too long we were in his room. Mark seemed to be more confidant now, seeing as how he immediately pushed me against the wall as I stepped through the doorway. He simply looked at me for a moment before breaking the silence.
"Damn, you really are pretty." He chuckled and I pulled him closer to me.
"Is that so? Well you're..." I let my thought trail off and tilted my head in a quizzical gesture. "Well I don't know what you are, but I want you anyway." I smiled so that he'd know I was teasing him.
"Yeah well we can't all be as good looking as you."
"True," I said. "Now come here."
Even though he had me pressed against the wall, I was definitely the aggressor. I grabbed his hair and twisted my fingers in his curls. We continued to kiss for what seemed like hours. It was incredible, but it had been a long day and I felt my knees begin to buckle underneath me. I gently pushed him away from me in the direction of the bed. We were completely in tune with each other, and so we no longer needed words. Somehow I landed on top of him on his bed. I resumed kissing him and then took it a step further as I slowly began to grind on top of him. Now it was Mark's turn to moan. It was a delicious sound. My hands moved of their own accord and started to undress him. He raised his arms above his head, allowing me to pull his shirt off. He did the same to me and without conscious thought we were undoing each other's jeans. I pulled the piece of clothing off him and took a moment to enjoy the hard-on I could see tenting his boxers. I was the one who did that to him. I was the cause of his arousal.
When we were finally both naked I started rubbing our cocks together. Mark suddenly cried out and held on to my arms for support. I was grasping the bed sheet, twisting it in my hands as I felt my own pleasure mounting. The skin-to-skin contact felt amazing. I wasn't sure before if I'd enjoy being with a guy, but I was sure of it now. I was quickly becoming an addict.
"Stephen, touch me."
At first I didn't know what he wanted me to do, but I soon figured it out. I lifted myself up a bit more and wrapped my hand around his dick. I began to stroke up and down. Even though I was inexperienced, I tried to jerk him off the same way I would do to myself. Little gasps escaped his mouth and his eyes were squeezed shut, so I figured he must be enjoying it. I didn't know how far we were going to go, but Mark took care of that as he started to come in my hand. "God, Stephen..." I probably should have been upset that he was coming so soon, but I couldn't help feeling proud that I could get him off. That it was my name he was saying.
"I'm guessing you liked that?"
"Holy shit, I'm sorry. I don't usually come from just a hand job."
"Don't worry about it, man. But now it's my turn."
"Yeah, sure. Rollover." I decided to allow him to take the lead. I rolled on to my back and he turned around to face me. "I haven't done this before, so be patient."
Before I could figure out what he meant, Mark had moved down my body and I felt his mouth wrap around my erection. I couldn't help myself and cried out in surprise as much as pleasure. He wrapped his hand around the lower part of my cock and simultaneously sucked on the tip. Rational thought left me as I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations. "Mmm, yeah, right there," I said, giving him some encouragement. Mark was definitely relentless. As powerful as he was at hitting a baseball, he was even better at this.
I wish it could have lasted forever, but being a 25 year old guy is not conducive to long-lasted sexual encounters. "Mark!" I called out, trying my best to not take the Lord's name in vain. "I should warn you- " Instead of moving away, he kept me in his mouth, and when I looked down at him he seemed to be as determined as ever. I tried to hold on longer, but inevitably I started to come right in his mouth. I'm not sure what happened in the next few moments, as I blacked out slightly from sensory overload. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mark licking his lips and then wiping his hand across his mouth.
"Hmm, that didn't exactly taste as bad as I expected."
"I'm flattered," I replied sarcastically.
"But I still need a drink after that. You sure you don't want anything?"
I laughed at his persistence. I was falling for this man, that much was for sure.
"Yeah, I guess I could use a beer," I said. I had already committed one sin, and so I rationalized that I might as well commit another.
Title: Drinking is a sin (but so is fornication)
Pairing: Stephen Drew/Mark Reynolds
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1,454
Summary: The events directly following the fic Hey Jealousy. What happens when Stephen goes home with Mark? Well read it and find out. (By the way, this is Stephen's POV this time.)
Author's Note: I haven't written anything for a while, and I haven't been very inspired. So I picked a random number and went with that prompt. This actually wasn't that prompt, but the fic started getting away from me and had nothing to do with the prompt I had picked. So I decided to use a different one. :)
"Would you like something to drink?"
"No, I'm good."
We had just walked in the door of Mark's house, and he was already pacing up and down. It was the cutest thing ever. Now, I always thought I was the most awkward person in these kind of situations, but Mark clearly took the prize. I grinned at him in amusement, but he still didn't calm down. I thought maybe we had gotten past this point, but apparently not.
"Slow down there," I said while grabbing him by the shoulders. "You're making me dizzy."
"Wow, sorry. Didn't realize I was doing that," Mark said.
"That's ok. But is something wrong?"
"Naw it's fine, I just... man, I still can't believe we won tonight. I'm still pumped."
"Well, you're not even the one who got the game-winning hit."
Mark smiled and lightly punched me on the arm. "Very funny," he said. "Well, should we start playing that video game now?"
"I don't think so," I said. He looked at me curiously. I was going to have to explain. "We both know I'm going to kick your ass anyway. Let's just skip that part and move on to what you really invited me here for." I was pretty impressed with my own forwardness, and Mark looked understandably surprised. But I had a couple weeks since our last encounter to think about what was happening between us, and I had prepared myself for this moment. There was no way I could deny it any more; I wanted Mark.
"Oh. I guess we could," he finally said. But he remained standing there in front of me, his gaze fixed on the ground. I had never made the first move before, but as they say there's a first time for everything.
"Mark," I said as I placed my hand on his cheek and forced him to look at me. I leaned towards him, but I didn't have to go very far. He met me half-way, wrapped his arms around my back, and crashed his lips to mine. It was actually our second kiss, but it felt like it was the first. I had kissed several girls before, and this really wasn't much different. His 5 o'clock shadow was a bit itchy, but I could ignore that. Whatever he lacked for in softness he made up for in passion. He briefly bit my lip and I heard myself moan in response. Just as I thought I would die from lack of oxygen, he pulled away. I heard him panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"Where is your bedroom?" I asked. I just then realized that I'd never actually been given a tour of his home.
"This way," he said. He grabbed my hand and led me down the long hallway. We were holding hands. This thought slowly entered my brain and I realized how weird it was. I was really with another man. And not just any man, but one of my teammates. We were supposed to support each other no matter what, but I don't think that meant going so far as to sleep with each other. "Please forgive me, Lord," I thought to myself. I was fully aware that I was about to commit a sin, but my mind was made up and I wasn't about to back out. I was just going to have to pray extra hard on Sunday and hope for the best.
After what took far too long we were in his room. Mark seemed to be more confidant now, seeing as how he immediately pushed me against the wall as I stepped through the doorway. He simply looked at me for a moment before breaking the silence.
"Damn, you really are pretty." He chuckled and I pulled him closer to me.
"Is that so? Well you're..." I let my thought trail off and tilted my head in a quizzical gesture. "Well I don't know what you are, but I want you anyway." I smiled so that he'd know I was teasing him.
"Yeah well we can't all be as good looking as you."
"True," I said. "Now come here."
Even though he had me pressed against the wall, I was definitely the aggressor. I grabbed his hair and twisted my fingers in his curls. We continued to kiss for what seemed like hours. It was incredible, but it had been a long day and I felt my knees begin to buckle underneath me. I gently pushed him away from me in the direction of the bed. We were completely in tune with each other, and so we no longer needed words. Somehow I landed on top of him on his bed. I resumed kissing him and then took it a step further as I slowly began to grind on top of him. Now it was Mark's turn to moan. It was a delicious sound. My hands moved of their own accord and started to undress him. He raised his arms above his head, allowing me to pull his shirt off. He did the same to me and without conscious thought we were undoing each other's jeans. I pulled the piece of clothing off him and took a moment to enjoy the hard-on I could see tenting his boxers. I was the one who did that to him. I was the cause of his arousal.
When we were finally both naked I started rubbing our cocks together. Mark suddenly cried out and held on to my arms for support. I was grasping the bed sheet, twisting it in my hands as I felt my own pleasure mounting. The skin-to-skin contact felt amazing. I wasn't sure before if I'd enjoy being with a guy, but I was sure of it now. I was quickly becoming an addict.
"Stephen, touch me."
At first I didn't know what he wanted me to do, but I soon figured it out. I lifted myself up a bit more and wrapped my hand around his dick. I began to stroke up and down. Even though I was inexperienced, I tried to jerk him off the same way I would do to myself. Little gasps escaped his mouth and his eyes were squeezed shut, so I figured he must be enjoying it. I didn't know how far we were going to go, but Mark took care of that as he started to come in my hand. "God, Stephen..." I probably should have been upset that he was coming so soon, but I couldn't help feeling proud that I could get him off. That it was my name he was saying.
"I'm guessing you liked that?"
"Holy shit, I'm sorry. I don't usually come from just a hand job."
"Don't worry about it, man. But now it's my turn."
"Yeah, sure. Rollover." I decided to allow him to take the lead. I rolled on to my back and he turned around to face me. "I haven't done this before, so be patient."
Before I could figure out what he meant, Mark had moved down my body and I felt his mouth wrap around my erection. I couldn't help myself and cried out in surprise as much as pleasure. He wrapped his hand around the lower part of my cock and simultaneously sucked on the tip. Rational thought left me as I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations. "Mmm, yeah, right there," I said, giving him some encouragement. Mark was definitely relentless. As powerful as he was at hitting a baseball, he was even better at this.
I wish it could have lasted forever, but being a 25 year old guy is not conducive to long-lasted sexual encounters. "Mark!" I called out, trying my best to not take the Lord's name in vain. "I should warn you- " Instead of moving away, he kept me in his mouth, and when I looked down at him he seemed to be as determined as ever. I tried to hold on longer, but inevitably I started to come right in his mouth. I'm not sure what happened in the next few moments, as I blacked out slightly from sensory overload. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mark licking his lips and then wiping his hand across his mouth.
"Hmm, that didn't exactly taste as bad as I expected."
"I'm flattered," I replied sarcastically.
"But I still need a drink after that. You sure you don't want anything?"
I laughed at his persistence. I was falling for this man, that much was for sure.
"Yeah, I guess I could use a beer," I said. I had already committed one sin, and so I rationalized that I might as well commit another.