"J.T. - It's Not Easy Doing Greene, Part 7
By: Cathy and Melissa
Carter swallowed convulsively. He was so acutely aware that he was almost completely undressed in front of Mark and that Mark had noticed that his cock was hard. He wanted Mark to touch him. Wanted to feel his mouth upon his cock, licking and sucking. And, Carter admitted to himself, he wanted Mark to be inside him. If he asks me tonight, I won't say no, he thought.
"Who are you?" Mark whispered again.
"John," he whispered. "My name is John."
And then Mark's lips were touching his and Carter was grabbing him by the arms and pulling him on top of his body, holding him in place. He wanted to part his legs, but his damn pants were preventing that from happening. With a lot of wriggling, he managed to work both his pants and underwear down to his ankles, then off of his feet. He shoved his clothes to the floor, his hands digging into Mark's ass as Mark's tongue claimed his mouth.
Out of breath, Mark broke off the kiss and leaned back on his haunches to gaze down at the man who had just surrendered to him. "I think we should move to the bedroom, don't you?"
"I'm okay here."
"I want to be in you, Carter. But, you probably know that by now. May I?"
Carter slowly nodded. "I want you, Mark."
Mark grinned. "Then we need to be in the bedroom. Everything we need is in there. Although, to be honest, I could sit like this all night and be happy to just look at you." Mark couldn't think of any sight that had ever looked better to his eyes than that of Carter naked and hard on his couch. It had been a big turn on for him that first night, when Carter had stripped and been hard already. But, this was even better because this time he didn't have to tell Carter to take his clothes off. He had done most of that on his own.
"I can't get to your bed if you're sitting between my legs like that," Carter teased.
"I guess not." Mark got to his feet, then reached out a hand to help Carter get off of the couch. As soon as Carter was on his feet in front of him, Mark pulled him close and kissed him quickly, then nuzzled at his neck while his hands roamed over Carter's body.
"Aren't you overdressed?" Carter asked, reaching to undo Mark's belt.
"Then maybe you can take care of that for me." Mark was passive as Carter carefully undressed him. As he watched him, he was even more aware than before that Carter seemed tentative and shy. Almost nervous. He had been with an unknown number of men and yet he was nervous? That didn't make any sense to Mark. Hell, he wasn't nervous. He knew exactly what he wanted to do and how he was going to do it. After all, he had a very good teacher when he lost his virginity. He figured that if he took enough time to get Carter good and ready, then it would be as pleasurable to Carter as it had been to him that night. And all those other times as well.
Carter took Mark's cock in his hand, gripping it tightly. Afraid to let go. Afraid that Mark would change his mind. Afraid that he would change his mind. He had often thought about having anal sex, but had been so afraid that he would enjoy it too much. As long as he avoided that, then he could avoid having to face the issue of his sexuality. After all, fucking a man wasn't all that different from fucking a woman, right? And maybe straight guys didn't go around sucking cock, but they had no trouble with getting their own cocks sucked. All he had to do was imagine it was a woman who had her mouth around him and he was fine. He had never done that with Mark. And he didn't want to, either. He laid his head on Mark's shoulder, burrowing into Mark's neck as his other arm wrapped around Mark's waist.
Mark lightly caressed Carter's ass, then turned his head slightly and kissed his chin. "I think we were headed for the bedroom."
"Yeah, we were."
"You're really okay with this?" Mark was hoping that Carter wasn't changing his mind. Maybe he was a fool to even give him the chance to say no after all. But, he wanted to make sure that this is what Carter wanted.
"Yeah. I'm ready." Carter lifted his head and looked directly into Mark's eyes. "I want you. Now."
They walked into the bedroom and Carter sat down on the bed, silently watching as Mark collected condoms and the tube of lubricant.
"Let's see if I remember all of this correctly," Mark said with a smile. He knelt down on the floor and reached out to grab Carter's cock. He lowered his mouth upon it while his hands gently massaged his balls. Carter threw his head back and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the way it felt to have Mark's mouth and tongue working on his cock. Then he felt Mark's hand pushing on his stomach and he laid down on the bed, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. And yet, even though he knew that he would soon be feeling Mark's tongue flickering over his anus, he still gasped out loud when it really happened. It was amazing to him how adept Mark had become at rimming in the short time they had been having sex. Maybe Mark had done it with some of his girlfriends, or with his wife. But, if he had, then they were fools to have ever let him go, that was for sure.
Mark pulled back long enough to completely lubricate his fingers. Then he returned his attention to Carter's waiting opening. He couldn't help but feel proud, honored and proprietary, all at the same time. Proud that he had this wonderful specimen of a man lying before him, shuddering and moaning at his every move, completely turned on by what he was doing and what he was going to do. Proud that Carter had chosen him to be the first one to enter him like this. And proprietary because he knew that after this, then more than ever, he was going to all he could to make sure that Carter was his and only his. No matter what it took.
He slowly inserted his finger into that tight opening, biting his lower lip as he felt Carter's muscles clamp down on him, holding him in place. He licked his way from that opening to the top of Carter's ass, giving him something other than the penetration to think about. Then he pushed his finger in all the way. Carter's gasp and moan went straight to Mark's cock and it jerked upward as if it was impatient to trade places with his finger. But, Mark knew he couldn't rush this. He didn't want to. He wanted them both to come from this and for Carter to want to do it with him again and again and again. Not that he wanted much, he thought, grinning. Just to be the sole focus of John Carter's world. Not much at all. As he slowly stroked Carter on the inside, he could hear a now familiar sound -- Carter's purring. It still amazed him that Carter could make that noise, but he wasn't going to complain. He wanted to believe that he was the only man who could make Carter purr. He had to believe that or he would drive himself mad with jealousy.
"Is this okay?" he asked as he wriggled his finger around.
"Yes." Carter gasped for air. "Harder. Please?"
"Anything for you," Mark said as he complied and went one step further by adding a second finger to the mix.
"Oh, God, Mark!"
"Feels good?"
"Yeah," Carter's voice sounded contented. That wasn't good. He wanted him to sound eager for more, not content with what he had. Mark lowered his head again, letting his tongue join his fingers.
"Oh, yeah, don't stop that."
That sounded more like it. Mark kept toying with him in that manner, teasing his prostate and skin with his fingers, tongue and lips. And Carter's response didn't disappoint him in the least. He kept thrusting his hips toward Mark, wanting to be filled, to be touched. To be loved.
Mark abruptly sat back and Carter groaned in frustration. "Now, Mark. Take me now. I'm ready."
"Roll over."
Carter quickly got to his stomach, then pulled his legs up under his body. Mark had a perfect view of his objective. He opened a condom, then quickly rolled it over his already weeping cock. He made sure the condom was liberally lubricated, then began to apply the lube to Carter, rubbing it not only around his anus, but inside of it as well. He bit back a groan as he inserted his fingers into that now stretched opening and Carter pushed back upon him, impaling himself on those fingers. Mark knew that there was a real danger of Carter doing that when he was ready to enter him. He couldn't let him do that. He would never forgive himself if he ended up tearing Carter or hurting him in any other way. He was going to have to make sure that he remained in firm control of the situation.
He knelt on the bed behind Carter and leaned over his rounded back. "Hold still, Carter. It won't be long now, I promise. But, I need you to stay still, okay?"
Not trusting himself to speak for fear that he would break down and beg Mark to fuck him now, Carter only nodded. Then he felt a nudge at his anus and his muscles began to stretch around the hard head of Mark's cock. He wanted to push back, to get that cock into him fast. But, Mark had told him to stay still, so he had to do that. Taking a deep breath, he tried to relax, even though that was difficult to do as the fullness of Mark's cock head parted that opening and found its way inside. And at that moment he became truly Mark's. And so very lost to the pleasures that his body was beginning to feel. When he was able to discern what was happening once more, he found that Mark was now fully in him. He felt wonderfully full and the pressure against his prostate gland was enough to send him over the edge. That itself would have been enough. More than enough. To just lay here with Mark inside of him would be the way he would spend the rest of his life if he could chose to do so. And then Mark began to move. He slowly withdrew, coming almost all of the way out and then slowly thrusting back inside. And in between were Mark's kisses upon his shoulders and back, his tongue bathing him as it drew tantalizing lines upon his skin. He vaguely became aware that Mark's hand was on his cock, pumping him slowly -- in time with the thrusts of his cock. The other hand rested on his hip, holding him in place for that thrusting. But, Carter had other ideas. Or maybe it was just his body taking control -- at any rate, his hips and body began to move in synch with Mark's cock, taking him in deeply each time that cock thrust home.
"Harder," he begged, not knowing if Mark could even hear him since his face was buried in the covers. He raised his head and repeated himself. "Harder, Mark. Fuck me harder."
And he did. Carter moaned then lowered his head to the bed again, resting it against his hand. As his orgasm neared and Mark's thrusts increased in both intensity and speed, his arousal became unbearable. He never felt it as his teeth sank into the flesh of his own hand. He never heard himself scream out as he came, his seed spilling over Mark's hand and coating his belly and upper thighs. Panting from his exertion, he felt Mark thrust home one last true time as his own orgasm consumed him. Carter heard his own name cried out then and felt Mark's arms tighten around his body. Carter cried out again as Mark pulled out of him. The coldness of the air was like a slap on his heated skin. And then Mark was back and something warm and wet was caressing his tender bottom. He pushed down, wanting, hoping that Mark was going to mess with him again. His fears had been right. He liked it. Liked it a lot. Wanted more of it. Damn, it looked as if he was a definite bottom. Then he remembered how good Mark had just made him feel and he decided that being a bottom with Mark was not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all.
"Come on." Mark urged Carter to crawl under the blankets with him. He held out his arms and Carter molded his body against his, pressing close as he laid his head upon Mark's shoulder.
"Any regrets?"
"No. What about you?"
"None at all. It was all I had imagined it would be, Carter. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Carter smiled. "No. You didn't hurt me. Can we do it again now?"
Mark chuckled. "I think I need some recovery time, but we can certainly do it again later if you like. We can do whatever you want, Carter. Maybe you'd rather do me next?"
"Do you really want me to do that?" Carter asked, hoping that Mark would say no. He wanted Mark in him again.
"I can be happy with whatever you want."
"I want you in me."
Mark smiled, he had been hoping that Carter would say that. "I can handle that. In another hour or so."
"You never need that long to recover any other time," Carter softly accused.
"I've never come like that any other time." Mark kissed his forehead. "It was great. It really was. You are so damned responsive, Carter. So totally uninhibited and wild."
"Really?" Carter sounded incredulous.
"Really. And so damn gorgeous on top of all that."
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
"And cute. And kissable. And lovable. And, I believe that I would be safe to say that you are also highly addictive."
"Ah, but I probably don't have any nasty side effects." Carter joked.
He could hear the rumble of Mark's laughter through his chest. He laid his head down lower, listening to the steady beating of Mark's heart and hoping that his heart was beating for him. It didn't take long for that steady beating to lull him to sleep.
Mark laid awake, not sure what to do now that he finally had gotten what he wanted. A part of him was afraid that if he went to sleep then Carter wouldn't be there in the morning. And a part of him was afraid that he would be. He knew that was a foolish fear -- after all, he had wanted Carter all to himself and now he had a solid opportunity to have him. But, the morning would also mean that they would have to talk about what happened tonight. He couldn't keep from grinning as he remembered just what had happened, then his thoughts turned serious again. Tomorrow would find him doing his best to talk Carter out of working as a prostitute. Tomorrow was when he would find out if he meant as much to Carter as Carter meant to him. Sleep came fitfully for Mark. He knew he would doze off, but then he would suddenly awaken -- usually because Carter had moved in his sleep. And yet, despite his movements, he never strayed far from Mark's side. Sometimes Mark would wake up and find Carter snuggled against him, other times he would be the one held within Carter's arms. But, he was still there, and that was what mattered the most to Mark.
This time though, it wasn't just normal sleep activity that had awakened him. Carter was caught up in a dream, a nightmare, if his thrashings and expressions were any indication of something like that. Mark gently shook his shoulder, his heart breaking as he heard Carter muttering "No" over and over again. Since gentle shaking had no effect, Mark had to grab both shoulders. That worked. Carter looked up at him, fear in his eyes, his body now trembling. As Mark reached to touch his cheek, Carter flinched and pulled away, but Mark held him tightly against his body with one arm and whispered his reassurances.
After a bit, Carter seemed settled down, and Mark continued to softly stroke his back. While he wanted Carter to tell him about the dream, he was pretty sure that Carter wouldn't want to talk about it. So, he had to find a nice, neutral topic of conversation. The alarm would be going off in thirty minutes and he didn't see much sense in either one of them trying to get any more sleep. "I think what you're doing for Randi is nice."
"What?" Carter had been so caught up in what Mark was doing that he wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying.
"The way you offered to help her get backing for Randi Wear. That was nice. I guess you're going to show her prospectus to your family?"
"No. Well, maybe. I want to take a look at it first. Her designs are good and I think that with some solid backing, she can make a go of it."
"I think she probably needs more money than what you could possibly offer."
"I can easily spare fifty to seventy-five."
Mark knew that he was talking about thousands, and not hundreds, of dollars. There was no way possible that he was making that much money working for Roger. Right?
"How's that?" He asked, wondering if Carter had managed to tuck away some money years ago.
"When Chase died, Gamma and I ended up having a long talk about things. In the end, she decided to restore my trust fund. I think that putting money in Randi Wear will be a sound investment."
Mark searched his mind, trying to remember when it was that Carter had taken time off to attend his cousin's funeral. "You've had your trust fund back since March?"
"Yeah." Carter snuggled closer to Mark, then realized that the completely relaxed body that had been next to his was now stiff with tension. And not of the sexual kind. He tried to think about what he might have said or done to make Mark react that way and then it hit him hard. He had told Mark that he was working for Roger because he was tired of being poor. That he missed not having his trust fund. Shit. Well, it was a complete lie. Needing money had been the reason he first went to work for Roger years ago. But, not the reason he returned to work for him again.
"You lied to me," Mark icily said.
"Not really. When I first began working, I did need the money. Do we have to talk about this now?"
Mark pulled away from him and sat up. "Yeah, we do. How can I trust you if you go around lying to me? You spend half of your life hiding behind J.T. and the other half lying about what you're doing when you're J.T. You obviously aren't doing this for the money as you claimed. Are you doing it for the other reason you gave me?"
"What other reason?" Carter sat up, but he couldn't bring himself to look directly at Mark. He wasn't sure if that was because he was too much of a coward to admit to his face that he had lied or if he was afraid of seeing hurt and anger in Mark's eyes.
"That you liked having sex with strangers and figured you might as well earn some money while you were at it."
"When did I say that?"
"That first night."
"When you were with J.T." Carter automatically replied.
"I've always been with you," Mark replied evenly. "You might find it easy to live two lives, but I don't. No matter when or where I'm with you, I'm always with John Carter. Never J.T."
Carter didn't have a reply to that. The truth was that he was finding it more difficult to keep his dual lives separate. When he had given Mark that flippant answer, he had no idea it would come back to haunt him. He should have just told Mark "I don't know" each time he asked. It would have been easier. It would have been the truth.
Finally he shook his head. "No."
"No to what?"
"It's not for that reason either."
That was a relief. Now, if he could find a way to get Carter to tell him the truth about why he was prostituting himself, then he would be one step closer to getting him to quit.
"So, if you're not a prostitute because you're a slut or greedy, then why are you doing it?"
"Do we have to talk about this?"
"Yes. In case you've forgotten, we spent hours making love to each other last night. I would like to think that means something."
"It does. I just don't see what that has to do with you giving me the third degree, Mark. It's a job. It has nothing to do with you."
"Doesn't it? If it wasn't for that job, then we wouldn't be here right now, would we? Not that I'm complaining, but I've seen you get hurt and I can't stand the thought of that happening to you again. Talk to me, Carter. Tell me what's going on in your head."
Carter looked over at Mark. He looked so serious sitting there watching him. Then Carter noticed that the sheet wasn't completely covering Mark's body and he slowly smiled. He could think of one way to derail this conversation.
He moved to straddle Mark's lap. Mark looked startled, but he didn't say anything.
"Tell me your name," Carter said.
Mark now looked puzzled. "Mark. Why..."
As Mark opened his mouth to ask why he had asked that, Carter leaned down and kissed him full on the mouth. He broke off the kiss with a smile. There was a pause as both men considered what had just happened: Carter had never initiated a kiss with Mark. That realization was almost as exciting as the kiss itself. Again, he lowered his head, and this time he lightly ran his tongue over Mark's bottom lip before he sealed their lips together. As Carter lingered there, he decided that he could spend forever simply kissing Mark. It took all of Mark's control to just sit there and experience Carter's kiss when what he wanted to do was to reach out and hold Carter closer, deepening that kiss. When he felt Carter's tongue on his lip he nearly lost it, but once more, he kept quiet as he felt Carter kiss him again.
While their discussion had been an important one, Mark decided that there was no reason that it couldn't be finished at a later time. He reached up and grasped the back of Carter's neck, holding him in place as he returned those kisses, suddenly glad that they were awake before the alarm went off. Oh yes, their discussion could most certainly wait for later. Much later.