Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by magikot, Oct 26, 2009.
Yeah - it's really a question of when to be honest. Started college recently so I'm just getting used to the change of: "spending 24/7 on forums" => "not being able to do so much".
My contribution is not nearly as impressive, but I will deliver my end of the trade, anyway.
As promised, hot painful man love.
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I counter your varied Misty porn with Misty jacking Ash off into Jessie's mouth porn.
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What magikot said with the addendum of 'quickly please'.
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Welcome back, Magikarp.
Also, Muro: what was that you were saying about Garf Barf?
I found my self in the same situation last year. I'm still not getting anything done really.
Heavens! NSFW FTF!
Long entry is long.
Terry pushed Mark against the bedroom wall, pressing their bodies together and holding him there. He put his hands on Mark's wrists and pinned them as well, up by his shoulders. Mark looked slightly surprised, but didn't protest. Terry grinned, and kissed him.
"I want to hurt you," Terry whispered, then lightly bit Mark's ear. He could just barely hear Mark's intaken breath, and grinned again as he kissed him on the cheek, kissed him on the throat, then lightly dragged his teeth along the soft skin there. Mark still hadn't answered, so Terry straightened up, kissed him on the mouth, then raised his eyebrows. "Okay?"
Mark blinked several times. Terry wasn't really holding him to the wall, of course, and he could have broken the grip at any time he wanted...but Terry knew he wouldn't. Mark didn't get it, he didn't like it as both he and Brandon did...but he would take it. "Um," Mark said. "Well...what do you--"
Terry grinned, moving against him again and alternating light kisses and gentle bites to his neck. Mark was very sensitive on the top of his head, his neck, and his back, and in a moment Terry felt him push against him. "I won't be mean," he promised. "And I'll stop if you want. You know how to make us stop, any time you want."
Mark nodded. "I know."
Terry kissed him on the mouth again, this time shoving his tongue inside until he felt Mark begin to squirm. He raised his eyebrows again. "Okay?"
Mark looked back solemnly, his arms still up and pinned to the wall behind him. His eyes were slightly wider than usual, but his dick was a lot harder than usual too, so, y'know, who's counting? His Adam's apple jumped as he swallowed hard, then nodded very slowly. "Okay."
Terry grinned widely, then let go of Mark's arms, instead putting both hands on the other man's cheeks while kissing him more tenderly. Mark would take pretty much whatever they wanted to do to him, oh yes, but they could both tell they scared him sometimes as well. Mark didn't actually enjoy sex with either of them unless it was slow, gentle, intimate...in other words, boring. Brandon usually gave Terry an exasperated look if he ever complained about that...which wasn't very often, but still occasionally. "Jerry, the straight guy is letting us bone him," he'd say. "Quit fucking bitching or I'll make you put on a skirt so he can feel like a regular straight guy again."
As if one of his two boyfriends in drag would accomplish that.
Terry stepped back and eyed Mark. Mark knew what he was doing and waited quietly to be sized up, to hear the form the fun would take. After a moment, Terry grinned very slowly. Mark's heart started to beat faster. "Over there," Terry directed, pointing at the bed. "Just stand there."
Mark obeyed at once, then turned around at the foot of the bed to see what Terry was doing, since he hadn't forbidden that. Terry was a fan of blindfolds, and--yes lads, there's his all-time favourite. It was Velcro, but it looked like duct tape. It smelled like duct tape. On one occasion when Terry had used it as a gag, Mark had discovered it tasted like duct tape. (He also knew perfectly well Terry would bind him with real duct tape if he'd allow it. Mark likely would have, but so far Terry had not asked.)
Terry had been rummaging in one of the drawers underneath their bed, and he looked satisfied. He only brought out the blindfold for now, though...Mark would find out what else he had planned soon enough. Terry came around the bed smiling, then put both arms on Mark's waist and kissed him again. When he felt Mark start to kiss him back, Terry plunged one hand down the back of Mark's jeans and forced his dry finger into Mark's asshole. Mark gasped, his eyes flying open and his whole body tensing. Terry grinned, put his other arm around the back of Mark's neck to pull him closer, and then pushed harder with his hand. When Terry heard his breathing suddenly become higher-pitched he withdrew, kissed him hard, then wrapped the blindfold around his eyes, making it tight around the back of his head. Mark stood slightly to one side; leaning away from me, Terry noticed, and grinned. Mark's breathing was still harder than usual, though he didn't sound like whimpering anymore. Terry went back to the drawer.
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees," he directed. Mark slowly turned, bent slightly at the knees to feel for where the mattress was, then climbed up with his knees at the very edge, legs sticking off the end. Terry spun the paddle in his hand as he walked closer, considering the lines and curves of Mark's body and position. He was very good about keeping his head down, but usually had to be prompted to keep his ass in the air.
Terry lightly ran his left hand up, and then back down, very slowly over Mark's spine. He could hear Mark let out a slow breath that contained no traces of pain. Not yet. Terry's hand continued down until he dragged his fingers down to Mark's ass. He pressed lightly over the hole with his thumb, and smiled when he felt Mark tense slightly. Terry stood to the left of Mark's legs, his left hand tracing contours while the right hand flexed and his arm ached to swing. Mark knew that Terry could actually be mean… and if nothing else, he was definitely a lot rougher than Brandon. When Brandon wanted to hurt Mark, he would at least announce what he wanted to do next, and would often make sure he had permission each time. Terry got blanket permission in the beginning, then relied on the credo "No safeword, no stopping". Mark could say his own name at any time with either of them and they would immediately stop whatever it was they were doing, but he'd surprised both of them by saying it so infrequently. He'd surprised himself too, a little, but it was really okay. He could take just about anything.
Terry liked the "surprise!" element though, which is one of the reasons he so liked blindfolds. Therefore, Mark wasn't surprised at all when Terry's hand suddenly moved away from his ass, there was a loud CRACK, and the whole area began to sting. He let his breath out slowly, trying not to tense too hard--there was no way it was going to be only one, and Terry liked to keep him guessing on what was going to happen to him next and when. (Brandon preferred to make him watch, and then take it.) Mark gritted his teeth when the second blow fell, and could feel how pleased Terry was with that.
When Terry started to hear a bit of a grunt or moan every time he hit Mark, he grinned and tossed the paddle onto the bed. He moved between Mark's legs and put his hands on his hips, pressing his crotch into him, and felt Mark pulling away very slightly (where Brandon would have pushed back). Oh well. Terry reached forward and began massaging Mark's shoulders, then started to feel him pushing back. He leaned down and his hands went around to Mark's crotch, undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. Terry pulled Mark's cock out and wrapped his fingers around it, rubbing him each time he thrust forward. When Mark was completely hard, Terry hooked his fingers into the belt loops and pulled them down to his thighs, so only the thin fabric of his boxers protected him. Terry ran his hand over the entire surface several times, noticing that Mark was breathing very slowly. He put his hands on Mark's hips and thrust his crotch forward into him a few more times, then squeezed his cock very hard. Mark gasped and squirmed, seeming to want to push forward and pull back at the same time.
Terry leaned forward again, almost forcing Mark down to the mattress, and took up the paddle. Mark hadn't known he'd picked it up again, and let out a cry when it connected with his ass. Terry grinned, and swung it harder, faster. When he paused two minutes later, Mark was breathing very fast, and most of him was shaking. Terry lightly put his hand over the left cheek, and Mark jumped.
"Good," Terry said, grinning. Mark seemed to be trying to get his breathing under control, and didn't answer. Terry stood closer to him again, then reached around to cup his balls and run his thumb over the head of his cock. Mark's breath became less shallow almost at once, but he was still shaking. "Good," Terry said again. He took a step back. "Get on your knees on the floor." Mark slowly backed up, sliding down and then resting back. "No," Terry said. "Up." Mark rose, his hands limp at his sides, his jeans still around his knees. Terry wrapped his fingers in Mark's hair and squeezed, feeing it pull tight. Mark winced hard, but didn't make any noise. Terry grinned, then pulled Mark's face closer, rubbing his mouth against the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Yeah," Terry said softly. "But later."
He let go of Mark's head and stepped back, then headed toward the drawer again. "Hands," he said a minute later, somewhat cheerfully. Mark held his hands up slowly, unsure, and Terry pulled them behind his back and secured them with hard metal handcuffs. Terry got down on his knees in front of his blindfolded and now handcuffed boyfriend and leaned forward, only touching him where their lips connected. When he pulled back, Mark licked his lips and swallowed hard.
Terry got back up and now sat on the edge of the bed, the paddle behind him and to the right, but still within arm's reach. "Stand," he said. Mark slowly got up, unbalanced and unused to his arms stuck behind him, and Terry considered him. He pushed up Mark's shirt and then buried his face into the front of his boxers. He moved his lips around the shape of Mark's cock, which was becoming hard again, while both of his hands went up his shirt and pinched his nipples, hard. Mark arched his back and thrust his hips forward, and Terry ran his teeth up and down. Mark gasped, Terry twisted his nipples again and let them go, then yanked Mark's boxers down and pulled his entire cock down his throat. Mark groaned but didn't thrust forward again, not after feeling Terry's teeth. He soon found out he was right, when Terry began to alternate sucking him, licking him, and biting him. Mark's breath was shallow again, anxious, sometimes just starting to slow and deepen when he hissed it in again sharply, pulling back and dragging his dick over Terry's teeth, just as he intended.
After several minutes of that, Terry seemed to be finished, and climbed back onto the edge of the bed. "On your knees," he said again, and after Mark had lowered himself, Terry twisted his fingers into Mark's hair and pulled him. "Come here." Mark moved forward, jeans and boxers still around his knees, and Terry pulled him over his lap. Mark was breathing fast again, though his wrists in the cuffs didn't twitch. Terry put his left hand on the chain, moving it to the right and out of the way. He brushed his fingers over the red area of Mark's ass and Mark tensed, not breathing. Terry pushed up the back of Mark's shirt farther, and just when Mark relaxed slightly, Terry flung his arm down and smacked him. It made a loud sound and Mark cried out. Very nice.
Terry struck him again, several times in a row, then paused to listen to his breathing. He spit on one of his fingers, then pushed it into Mark's asshole again. Mark squirmed hard, letting out a small whimper, his body jerking. Terry pushed harder, then worked it back and forth a few times. Terry heard Mark's breath hitch, and withdrew again. He began smacking his palm against Mark's ass in earnest now, moving his left hand over to Mark's hair, pushing his face down. Mark didn't try to thrash his arms, though his hands closed into fists several times. When Terry felt the flat of his hand going numb, he paused again. Mark was shaking harder, his breathing more ragged, his ass bright red.
"More?" Terry asked.
Mark was trying not to gasp, not only from his stinging rear and the dig of the cuffs into his wrists, but having pressure on his ribs from his position. Terry waited for an answer, and in a moment Mark's breathing was better. "Whatever you want," he said softly.
"Oh, goody. Just what I wanted to hear." Terry pulled on Mark's hair again, yanking his head back. "Stand up." Mark carefully got to his feet, then lifted each of his legs in turn when Terry removed his pants completely. Terry then guided him back to the bed, where his head and chest rested on the mattress, his arms were still cuffed behind his back, and his bent knees kept his ass in the air. "Perfect," Terry said admiringly. He could see Mark's toes curl, probably with anxiety, and grinned again.
He rooted around in the drawer for another few minutes, searching for just the right tool to try the idea he'd had. When he found it, he grabbed the bottle of lube as well, then returned to one of his favourite spots in the entire world: between Mark's legs. The back end of him was very red now, and Terry thought he might've broken some capillaries or something. "Don't look now," he said, squeezing lube onto a moderately ridged butt plug. He considered, decided to not be mean, and spread the lube around the toy to even the coating. Then he gently pressed two fingers against Mark's asshole. Mark gasped, and tensed. "Just my fingers," Terry said, continuing to push.
After he'd gotten both fingers inside and thrust them forward a few times, Mark rocking forward and hissing his breath out, Terry wiped his fingers on the flat end of the plug, then on leg of his jeans. He put one hand on Mark's hip, and aligned. Mark gasped again when he felt the cold rubber, then clamped down on a whimper when Terry pushed it in hard. Mark's breath was now very fast and very shallow, his legs were shaking and his face was pressed into the top sheet. Terry reached underneath him and circled his fingers around his cock again, working it slowly but firmly while the dude in the handcuffs breathed. It took about five minutes to get the entire thing inside him and make him hard again, and Terry kept his hand on him, grinding his crotch against the flat end of the plug, causing Mark to gasp again--but this time, only part of it was pain.
Terry suddenly let him go, then walked out from between his legs to stand to the left of him again. He turned, so he'd be able to put one hand in Mark's hair again, then slammed the paddle down on his open ass. Mark let out a muffled cry of pain, and Terry struck him again. He reached for the lube and added a very thin film on the flat side of the paddle, then added more to the flat, suction-cup end of the plug while pushing it in farther. Mark's breath was close to hitching again, and he cried out hard in surprise and pain when Terry slammed the paddle down very hard, then pulled it back only to suddenly yank the plug, stuck to the side of it, back up with it. Terry removed it from the paddle, then slid a finger into Mark's asshole and wiggled it. Mark cried out again, though softer, and seemed to push himself into the bed harder.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna do that again." Terry bent down and kissed him on the back of the neck. "Promise." He waited for Mark to calm a little more, then moved between his legs again, and very slowly began re-inserting the plug. Mark whimpered several times, his thighs shaking and his hands carving red marks in his back from the cuffs. Once it was all the way inside, Terry gently brushed his hands over the bright red skin, moving his crotch against the base of the plug. Mark seemed to let out a huge breath, and the one he took in had a whistle to it. It would come in handy if they were into humming.
"Not gonna hit you anymore either," Terry continued. He took a step back. "Can you get down to the floor, on your knees?"
Mark didn't respond for a moment, then he slowly let down his legs to the floor, backing up and sliding until he was on his knees again, his arms tight behind his back, the plug in his ass inside firmly. "Good," Terry praised, lightly dragging the back of his hand along Mark's face. He traced a finger from the other man's jaw to his lips, and Mark parted them slightly. Terry hit him in the face with the flat of his hand--not hard, but not lightly, either. "I didn't tell you to open your mouth," he said coldly. Mark's mouth opened wider for a second in surprise, then he closed it . Terry smiled to himself, tracing lines over his lover's face again, then returned the tip of his finger to Mark's lips. Mark seemed to tighten them, very slightly. Terry grinned, then suddenly pushed his finger hard, past Mark's teeth, past his lips, pinning his tongue. Mark held his lips tight for a few seconds more, surprised again, then winced, opened his mouth, and leaned away. Terry laughed.
"Okay, I give," he said. "You can open your mouth whenever you want."
Terry had his hand in Mark's hair again, pulling his head forward, crashing his face into his own throbbing cock. Of course, it was still denim-covered, so that wasn't much help. He still liked holding Mark on him there, so kept it up for a few minutes more. Then he finally unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his incredibly hard dick and giving the end a tweak. He licked his lips, rubbing his palm across the head and staring at Mark's lips, then gently put two of his fingers under Mark's chin. Mark turned his face up, then automatically opened his mouth again when he felt Terry's cock push against his lips. Terry put both hands on Mark's head and shoved the entirety of his dick to the back of Mark's throat, remained buried in him for a second, then pulled back and stood still.
Terry could remember being very surprised at the way Mark could really suck cock. Not that he didn't think he could do it, of course, but the straight guy giving head to another guy? Not something you see every day (unless you were a member of bisexualbuddy.com--which Terry wasn't). Now he was letting his head fall back to moan at the ceiling while Mark recovered from being throat-slammed and started to blow him.
Terry breathed slowly as Mark wrapped his tongue around his cock and moved his lips back and forth. Mark didn't have his hands free, so he couldn't wrap a hand around Terry's dick to help him along and had to do it all with his mouth. He was still pretty good, though. After what had seemed a very short awkward period, right when Mark had joined Terry and Brandon, he had caught on and was letting Brandon come in his mouth after only a week. He had taken longer to be completely comfortable with Terry, but nobody questioned what was obvious.
"Fuck," Terry gasped at the ceiling. He looked down and saw Mark sucking his cock. Mark had his pants pulled down, his wrists handcuffed behind his back, there was a blindfold over his eyes and something very hard shoved up his ass. Terry moaned loudly, put both of his hands in Mark's hair, and slammed into his mouth several more times. Mark gagged, and Terry let him go. "Sorry." Mark licked his lips, which were a little swollen, then seemed to look up expectantly. Terry grinned, moved close enough for the head of his dick to just touch the other man's lips, and Mark sucked it into his mouth again. "Fuck," Terry said again, panting. He was going to have to make him stop, or they wouldn't get the grand finale, which you know would be a true shame.
Terry jerked his cock out of Mark's mouth barely two seconds from it being too late. He stood away for a second, waiting to see if it was going to be over anyway...but it wasn't. He smiled, satisfied, then patted Mark's head. "Good boy." He grabbed his cock with one hand, then touched it to Mark's cheek. Mark opened his mouth and turned his head, but Terry pulled away again. "Oh, I guess you do want it," he said. Mark just waited, his face upturned.
Terry grinned and dropped to his knees, and Mark lowered his head, surprised. "It's okay," Terry's voice said, and Mark felt arms going around his neck. His heart seemed to leap into his throat and his stomach turned to ice, but then he felt soft lips on his own, someone kissing him slowly. He let a shaky breath into Terry, then kissed him back. Terry noticed, of course, and after he broke the kiss he hugged Mark to him, and kissed his neck. Mark rested his head against Terry's, seeming to really enjoy the embrace.
Terry backed up after a short moment, then gently pulled Mark and guided him to the bed again. The top half of him was lying across it, the bottom half bent over and knees on the floor. Terry used this time to very gently remove the butt plug, then rub Mark's back until he stopped shaking and seemed all right again. He guided Mark back off the bed and to his kneeling position, stood, then put a hand under Mark's chin to lift his face up again. "Stand up and get back on the bed," he said softly. "On your back, if you can."
It took several minutes and Terry's help before Mark was able to lie somewhat comfortably on the edge of the mattress without the chains from the handcuffs cutting into his back, or his arms going numb. Once he was, Terry stepped out of his pants, pulled off his shirt quickly, then added some lube to his dick. He held Mark's legs up, then pushed. Mark groaned and turned his head to the side. Terry watched him for a minute while he moved back and forth slowly, but Mark didn't seem on the verge of saying anything. Terry paused, buried entirely inside him, then decided to wait for it. He pulled back, and then fucked him.
Terry knew it wasn't going to take long, otherwise he probably would have held back. Mark's face had crumpled and he moaned, his legs tight and his muscles like stones. He also noticed Mark let out what was almost a sob of pain when he slammed hard the last few times before exploding. Terry let out a moan or a gasp or a growl, none of those and all of them at once, shoved himself forward so hard he pinned Mark to the bed and his handcuffs cut him, though that wasn't the reason for his whimper. Terry looked down at Mark's face, which was very close to his, and then slowly got up.
He let Mark's legs down, then helped him slide off the bed and onto the floor. Mark was shaking, and Terry kept one arm around him while the other felt around for a dirty shirt to clean him up with. After that was taken care of, Mark's breathing seemed to have calmed a little, so Terry removed the blindfold, noticing immediately how red Mark's eyes were, and that he wasn't making eye-contact. He tossed the blindfold carelessly in the general direction of the side of the room the drawer faced, put both arms around Mark and held him, then kissed him several times. Mark was much calmer now, so Terry asked him, "What do you want?"
Mark tried to take in a larger breath, and winced. "My hands."
"Oh, sorry." Terry turned and picked up his jeans, fished the key out of one of the front pockets, and unlocked the handcuffs. Mark brought his arms forward slowly, flexing them and grimacing. There was a deep red groove in his wrists where they'd settled when he was lying on them. Terry took his hands and very gently rubbed his thumbs over the lines, then bent to kiss them. He hugged him again, holding on for a long time, until Mark hugged him back. Terry took that to mean he was feeling much better now, so he pulled back, kissed him, then raised his eyebrows. "What do you want?" he asked again, softly.
Mark looked down, considering. "Blowjob," he said finally.
"Okay." Terry grinned, then helped Mark back up onto the bed, so he could lie back while Terry knelt in front of him. It almost always took a long time to make Mark come after one or both of them had hurt him, and this time was no exception. Terry's neck ached by the time he swallowed, but he figured Brandon would be good for a neck rub later, so it didn't matter.
After Mark had come at last, Terry climbed back up onto the bed next to him. Mark scooted back until they were both by the headboard, turned, and curled into Terry's side. Terry kissed him again, and sighed contentedly.
"Goddamn," he said, after several minutes of silence. "I still can't get over how good you are at gay sex."
Mark snorted. "Practise?" he suggested. "We've been doing this for...what, two years?"
"Bullshit, you were awesome almost immediately," Terry said. "Me and Brandon almost had a bet, but then he didn't want to. Good for him I guess, because I was totally right."
Terry sat up, and Mark moved onto his back, watching him open the drawer of the nightstand and get the baggie Brandon usually kept in there. "I swear to god I said 'just watch, it'll turn out he actually loves cock, and just didn't know it'. Brandon said no--he thought you were going to be all weird about it forever, not like it at all." He lit a joint, inhaled, held it out, exhaled, then laughed. "Now look at what we do." Mark shrugged, took his hit, and gave it back. "There's got to be something though, because he totally should've been right," Terry went on. "Mine was just wishful thinking--I thought he was right. I also thought even if you did like sleeping with him, you...wouldn't want to with me. I guess you didn't, with what happened the first time we tried."
"That was a long time ago," Mark said. "It doesn't matter. It was my fault, and we're over it. I like sleeping with you."
"You like sleeping with everybody," Terry pointed out.
Mark rolled his eyes. "I can handle having sex with you, okay?"
"Well...okay!" Terry said, indignant. "You don't have to rave about how much you love it or anything, just settle down and let your feelings out."
"Well...you're being annoying."
"You're being confusing!" Terry retorted. He paused, then said, "You're being a woman!"
"Aren't women supposed to be all moody and confusing and men are like, 'Augh, women!'?"
"No," Mark said after a moment. "Women are persistent on talking about their feelings and they never shut up."
Terry folded his arms. "Yeah, well...women don't have dicks."
"Not the good ones, anyway. Just the Sexual Surprise ones."
Terry snorted. "That sounds like a dirty Barbie doll."
"Please don't talk to me about Barbie dolls in bed."
"You never let me talk about them any other time." Terry pretended to pout. Mark stared at him, then the corners of his mouth twitched up and they were both laughing. "But seriously," Terry said, settling back against the headboard and taking a huge hit. He held it out, let out his breath, coughed, and continued. "Is there any reason why you're so okay with having sex with us? I just thought...all straight guys would rather stick their hands into the garbage disposal."
"Mmm, well..." Mark shrugged. "I'm sure there's a lot of straight guys that could be passively gay if they really wanted. Be with another guy, and just...be able to stand it, but not really like it, or love the other guy in an actual romantic way."
Terry was nodding slowly. "Like Brandon's dad?"
"Yeah. I'm sure a long time ago there were a lot of gay people in straight marriages. They just put up with sex with their spouse and lying because it's easier than being different."
"I think we're different anyway, seeing as there's three of us."
"So how are you okay with that? Are you..." Terry paused. "Passive?"
Mark looked directly at him. "No."
"It doesn't matter," Mark said impatiently, waving his hand. "Why do you have to call everything something? It just is what it is."
"Because then I understand better," Terry explained. "I know the deal about how you're not exactly bisexual, and that it only works because we have actual relationships and there's trust and love and whatever."
"And whatever." Mark nodded.
Terry held his hands up. "Well?"
"What is it, other than that?"
"That's...it, I guess."
"Bullshit," Terry said again. "If it was emotional-driven, then it still would've taken you a long time to get used to what it felt like physically. I honestly didn't expect to see you making a meat Popsicle out of my husband three days after you agreed to try it."
Mark laughed, choked on his smoke, then went into a coughing fit. "I dunno," he said when he could breathe again. "It's not like I have some huge secret about anything."
"Why would you say that?"
"Uh...because I don't?"
"You saying that makes me think you do have a secret."
"Because I...said I didn't."
Terry nodded. "Yup."
Mark considered. "Okay," he said. "I don't want you to order a pizza."
Terry paused. "Well, I'll do that anyway. After you tell me why you're so easy with gay sex."
"Because I'm a giant homo."
"Whatever." Terry sighed. "Mark. I know you. I can tell when Brandon's not telling me something, and I can tell with you too."
Mark looked startled, then titled his head slightly, considering. "Mmm..." He smiled slightly, as if remembering something. "Well...never mind. You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
There was another pause, during which Terry stared at him. "Well, now you have to tell me."
"I do not."
"Yeah huh!" Terry insisted. "I'm your boyfriend, aren't I?"
Mark seemed to consider, then shrugged. "I guess."
"So, tell me stuff. You're supposed to trust me. We have a loving relationship, goddammit."
Mark laughed, and Terry broke into a grin. "I do trust you," Mark said after a moment. "You want to rewind half an hour and look at what I was letting you do to me?"
"Not the same," Terry sulked. "Don't get me wrong, I love the stuff you let me do to you."
"But that's sex." Terry held up a finger. "That's a lot different than really having a relationship with someone. I know if you didn't want to you wouldn't be able to, or whatever, but like...talk to me."
Mark shrugged. "It's really nothing."
"Isn't. You said I wouldn't believe you. If it's doubtful, it's something."
"It's nothing." Mark stood, then went to Brandon's closet to get something to wear, since his clothes had lube on them. He pulled on a pair of jeans, then looked over to see Terry still watching him. He grinned. "Okay. I went back in time after already having an entire life where I was with Brandon and another guy."
"Oh," Terry said, now grinning too. Of course he thought Mark was fucking with him. "Sounds like a blast."
"Oh yeah, it was," Mark said lightly, choosing a t-shirt. "We had fucking kids and everything."
"What were their names?"
"Zack, Irina, and Spencer," Mark said immediately. Terry raised his eyebrows, and Mark grinned at him before pulling the shirt on. He came back to the bed and sat down, winced, and stretched out again.
"Awesome. What is it really?"
"I told you."
Terry paused. "You were reincarnated into an earlier version of yourself after having a previous life where you were with Brandon and some guy."
"I told you you wouldn't believe it." Mark grinned widely. "But you had to know. Good thing, too--boy do I feel relieved I finally told someone."
Terry raised an eyebrow. "Well, I know you've been with Brandon," he said slowly. "And I'm not the other guy, because you would've just said me." He blinked, then his mouth fell open. "Oh my god, you were with another guy? Before us? Jesus, we honestly thought you were that mostly-straight!"
"Shut up, I am!" Mark looked a little offended. "It wasn't this time. It was before I died in my previous life." He wiggled his hands.
"Okay," Terry sang. "I should've known you wouldn't tell me."
"I already knew you wouldn't believe me."
"Did you tell Brandon this?"
"Fuck no. He'd absolutely never believe." Mark tilted his head to one side again, taking the new joint Terry held out to him. "I actually thought you might."
"That you went back in time or whatever? You're fucking with me. That's not nice, you know." Terry pointed at Mark's face. "I almost strapped you; I decided not to, to be nice."
"Thanks for not beating me," Mark said sweetly.
"No problem!" Terry grinned. Mark snorted. "So...no, on the other guys?" Terry persisted. "No, yes, maybe, supervirgin, tag-team bitch bottom in a prison porn movie?"
Mark burst out laughing. "How in the Christ do you come out with that shit?"
Terry shrugged again, watching him closely. "Well, I'm not going to say I've never seen a prison porn movie."
"Stop stalling and answer or I'm getting the nipple clamps."
Mark began speaking, then squinted at Terry in suspicion. Terry tried to look innocent, and failed. Mark rolled his eyes. "I'm not fucking with you," he said. "Am I really that type? Have you ever known me to say stupid shit and fuck around with people before?"
"No," Terry said, frowning slightly.
"So why would I do it to you?" Mark spread his hands. "I am sleeping with you, remember? I let you do whacky and crazy shit to me because you want to? I don't like it! But I love you," he added softly.
Terry looked confused. "So...you're not fucking with me."
"You want me to believe that you traveled through time."
"Well...sure, if you want to. It'd be nice for me if you did."
Terry licked his lips. "You went back in time and changed things that already happened."
"After having a previous life." Mark paused. "Two at least, but I only remember one--I apparently killed myself at some point in time. Who really knows how many times we've gone through all of this with different results?"
Terry looked irritated. "That shit is really hard to believe, you know. It's really hard for me to not think you're trying to make me look stupid if I say I believe it. It's like asking me to believe you're a vampire."
Mark shrugged. "At least that I could prove."
"Why didn't you tell Brandon, if you thought that happened?"
"Already said. He'd never believe me."
"How do you know? Did you try?"
"No." Mark exhaled smoke. "But...you know. He doesn't believe in God or anything like that."
"I'm pretty sure God and time-travel aren't always a match set," Terry said. "I mean…I guess I don't know if I believe in God. But...I do believe, I mean I'd like to believe...that we really do get second chances."
Mark nodded solemnly. "Sometimes, it's true. Jack got a second chance; this is mine."
Mark dropped his eyes to the blanket. He hadn't thought about Jack in awhile, and suddenly missed him badly. "The other guy Brandon and me were with last time. He was Brandon's boyfriend, and I sort of...joined them."
"Like with me and Brandon?"
"Mmm...kind of." Mark frowned. "In this case, it's more like...I'm dating a couple. You and Brandon were already together for almost ten years before you asked me about a threesome. In the other case...it was more like I had separate relationships with Brandon, and with Jack. You and Brandon now are always together, but Jack...was different." He shrugged. "Anyway. Yeah, I've been with guys before you and Brandon. One of them was Brandon."
Terry still looked doubtful. "If you swear you're telling the truth, swear to me as someone that says he loves me, and I say I believe you," he said finally, "what do I get to do to you if it turns out you're tricking me?"
Mark blinked, then looked blank. He shrugged. "I dunno. What do you want to do to me? Is there really so much you haven't done to me already?"
Mark winced, then shrugged. "Fine, I still don't care what you pick, because I'm not saying shit to trick you. Maybe I'm psychotic and dreamed the whole thing, who knows?"
"Do you really believe it?"
"Yes," Mark said immediately.
Terry frowned. He studied the sheet he was sitting on, then looked up. "I want to believe you."
"That's a start." Mark looked pleased.
"Well, like..." Terry gestured. "What happened? How did you go back in time? When did you like...come to this...dimension of time?"
Mark considered. "I have absolutely no fucking clue how. Jack didn't either. The when was...in my last life, it was when I died. I was forty-nine, and had an asshole brain tumor named Bob."
Terry blinked. "They make you name your tumors in the future?"
Mark grinned. "Dunno, but I named mine. I think it kinda helped everyone, adding some humour to the situation." He paused thoughtfully. "Then, when I died, I think I closed my eyes or blacked out...and I woke up here. In this..." He smiled. "Time dimension."
"When? In this time? You were like, born again? Like, a baby?"
"Oh, no." Mark shook his head. "I was seventeen. It was...right after your dad said you guys had to move to Texas." He paused. "Last time, you guys went, and Brandon was like..." He shrugged. "His heart was completely broke for months. He really loved you, and I didn't want to see him go through it again. Plus," he added, glancing up, "I'm sure it really sucked for you too."
Terry shrugged. "I'm not blessed enough to remember my past lives. If I have any."
Mark shrugged too. "I dunno. Anyway...I just...I dunno. I didn't want Brandon...didn't want either of you to be split up when you really were good for each other. So...I kinda convinced him to...fight the power."
Terry grinned a little, remembering how Brandon used to, at times, fancy himself a rebellious punk when they were teenagers. He glanced out the window as he took his hit from the joint and held it out. "You really swear this happened?" he asked again. "I mean, I totally recognise that weird shit happens in life there's no explanation for. And none of us really knows for sure what's going to happen, what did happen, and why it happens. The Indians believe in reincarnation."
Mark nodded. "Terry." He waited to make eye contact. "I swear," he swore. "I know it's hard to believe. I kinda didn't at first when Jack told me, but...the way he told me, and--I could just tell he was telling the truth. And then it happened to me, so...I have to believe it. Ten years ago you wouldn't have believed I'd have sex with you."
"That's true," Terry admitted. "Even for all the times I made a pass at you--nothing."
"All eleven thousand times," Mark said dryly. Terry grinned.
"Why wait more than ten years to say anything?" he asked after another moment. "Even if it was after you started sleeping with us--that was two years ago, and...nothing, until now?"
Mark shrugged. "Mostly, I figured it didn't matter. The point was I got a second chance, and I think I did with it what I was supposed to...I mean, I feel pretty good about the way it's all going now."
"You're right. Brandon would never believe it. That you'd been with guys before us." Terry shook his head. He paused, then said, "He just thinks you really love him."
"Good. And me?"
"And...that other guy? Did you love him?"
"Yes," Mark said softly.
Terry considered, pulling in his hit slowly and then letting it out through his nose. "Well," he said finally. "I guess it'd be stupid to get jealous of a guy you were with in a previous life. I couldn't even stalk the dude or send him anonymous notes." Mark laughed, and Terry grinned again. "Tell me."
"I did," Mark said, eyebrows raised.
"No, I mean...more." Terry relaxed back onto the bed, one hand behind his head and the other on Mark's arm, gently tugging him. "You said you even had kids. Tell me about 'em. About everything."
Mark allowed himself to be pulled, and curled up on his side, an arm and leg wrapped in Terry's limbs. "Once upon a time," he said.
"Fuck you." Terry made a face. "I try to show interest and you're a mister smartydick." He paused. "What about the other guy? Was he hot?"
Mark laughed and kissed him. He settled his head back down on Terry's shoulder, his thumb gently stroking the same line over his boyfriend's stomach. He smiled, thinking to himself how glad he was that he was happy this time, too.
If that's not fan-fic porn, I'd say Rosenshyne may have missed the point.
But since I believe Rosenshyne is smart, I'll ask: Who are those characters?
I counter you Brock Obama with my Girl Brock.
I counter your Misty jacking Ash off into Jessie's mouth porn with my Kite-sized Misty being penetrated by steam-powered Pikachu's jam dipped phallus.
I did not ask him to mother my children, if that's what you're implying! Good sir, I'm a married man! Actually, no. But I do enjoy intellectually stimulating conversations and having around people capable of holding them.
You said that already, and you mentioned the magikarp porn. Where is it? Where!? By the gods, man, we're all waiting for it! Or at least I still am.
EDIT: My Girl Brock link had some emotional problems, it would seem. Fixed it.
Since when was Garm capable of intellectual conversation?
It most certainly is. Also, the characters grin 28 times in total, which has to be an above average amount of grinning.
Long and hot! *saves* Now if you will excuse me I have to... um... clean my room! Yeah! Go with that!
Egads, man, I thought you were joking.
"Well, I do highly doubt... yes... yes look there, the link! It's an obvious roll, or other-"
"I- I'm sorry."
*fans self wildly* Hot damn Rosie. Yowza.
Also, Girl!Brock is hot.
Since Grakelin is a spoilsport and doesn't approve of my contribution due to its lack of fan-fic-iness, I have new contributions. To be read in order (and you can read these without membership this time), I present CSI Greg Sanders/Mike Keppler fanfic erotica.
Stumbling Over Reason
Dammit. You know you hate a series when you can't even appreciate the porn.
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