#owenge

the other one being this:

Maybe it was, for all Mark knew. He was certainly making it hard to concentrate on much else except for the feel of his cock inside of him along with his hands maneuvering between his cock, his painfully erect nipples, and his hair when they came together to kiss. 

He’s not even sure how they ended up like this anymore; what had at first been simply lazing about and drinking a few beers together while Gary and Howard were busy elsewhere had suddenly turned to them stripping their clothes off, making out as they explored their naked bodies, and now Jason fucking him.

He’s certainly not complaining, not after all the surely not subtle moves he’d been trying to put on Jay in the last few months.

Mark’s thoughts are cut off by Jason’s hand going back around his aching cock, expertly moving in a way that it matched each of his thrusts into him, and it made Mark toss his head back against the soft fabric under him with a long groan that he didn’t bother suppressing.

”That’s right, Markie, that’s right,” Jason says with labored huffs, not letting up with his ministrations as he leans forward to press a hot, wet kiss against his jaw next to his ear “Are you gonna come for me?”

Mark whines, both at the kiss and the question, and also at how Jason’s voice even in the heat of the moment curls up warmly in his belly like comfort and love. 

What did he ever do to deserve this from Jay?

”Yeah, Jay,” he finally gets out, hands scrabbling for Jason’s hipbones in a silent plea to fuck him harder “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come for you.”

Mark’s had his eyes closed the whole time, he’s not even sure why besides maybe the intensity of the pleasure — or maybe some other reason he’d rather not consider if he wanted to stay aroused but had a tinge of something Robbie shaped to it —, but he’s not surprised when Jason then asks for him to look at him as they both seem to creep closer and closer to their orgasms.

When Mark does open his eyes, Jason’s head is haloed by the bright sun peeking through the leaves and limbs of the tree over them. It’s so goddamn bright, and Mark can hardly see Jason’s face, really.

But there’s not much time to think about it, because suddenly the coil of arousal deep in his gut tightens as his orgasm builds, and Jason’s turning his hand on his cock in such a way that the breath starts to leave him a little bit.

He can tell Jason’s close, too. He’s hardly leaving much time between thrusts, and Mark’s sure he’s going to be walking funny for the next couple of days at least. 

Right as his orgasm starts to crest, he looks at Jason, tries to find his eyes but finds he can’t because of the brightness of the sun. His eyes start to burn with hot tears as he comes all over Jason’s hand and their stomachs, and Jason’s got his teeth sunk into his shoulder as he lets out a guttural moan and comes deep inside him a few seconds later.

As Jason slumps on top of him and his cock comes out of his hole, Mark’s left breathing heavy as tears run down from the corner of his eyes to collect on his ears and in his hair. 

He’s not even sure why he’s still crying as he turns away from the sun, burying his nose into Jason’s sweaty hair and breathing him in. He doesn’t want to think about it.