Brokeback Island

They lay in bed, and Mark looked up at Vaughn and spoke. "I hate that we only get to spend one night together a week," Mark whispered. "I know you can't stay tonight, because you have to be at work on the mainland too early in the morning, but..."

Vaughn rolled his tongue around in his cheek and thought. The more he started to feel for Mark, the more he loathed having to be away from him. "Well, I could start coming on Tuesday night." Mark looked up at him. "You know, I finish up my work on Tuesday evening. I can go ahead and bring my cargo on Tuesday night, and we can have another night together." Mark looked simply thrilled. He hugged Vaughn around the waist and buried his face in his chest. Vaughn looked down at him, amused and flattered by how easily he could make the little farmer happy. Seeing Mark so happy made him hate the fact that he had to leave in just an hour.

Vaughn thought for a little while, then came up with an idea. "Hey. Wanna come with me?" Mark looked up at Vaughn in surprise. "Come with me," Vaughn repeated. "You can ride the ferry back to the mainland with me, and we can spend the night together there."

"But my farm..."

Vaughn chuckled. "It'll be all right for a day or two, I'm sure. You can put out extra feed for the animals, or even ask Taro to come by and check on them. That old fucker don't have nothing better to do." Mark mused this for a while, and Vaughn took his chin in hand, pulling him in close for a kiss. He kissed along Mark's jawline, then nibbled at his earlobe. "I order you to," he breathed.

Mark was suddenly at attention, in more ways that one. "Yes!" he eagerly agreed, and so it was decided. He packed up a small overnight bag, then stopped by Taro's to explain the situation. As Vaughn had predicted, the old man was eager to help. Mark wisely left out the fact that he needed to be gone in order to have more time to have sex with Vaughn, explaining instead that he wanted to do some shopping in the city for the farm.

They boarded the ferry together. Vaughn leaned on the railing with his back to the view, pulling his hat low on his eyes. Mark, on the other hand, leaned forwards over the railing, admiring the sparkling night waters. He hadn't ridden on a boat since the crash that had made him end up on the island, and although he had been a little fearful at first, he quickly regained his sea legs back, and was enjoying himself.

When they arrived at the mainland, they disembarked, then walked down a long dock, then down the street. Mark was awed by the city lights, how they glittered and twinkled in the dark. Vaughn just chuckled. "Haven't you ever been here before?"

Mark looked up at him, eyes wide. "No. Our boat came from the mainland to the south. I've never been in this big of a city before." He walked in silence for a while, still admiring the view. "I'm surprised, you know. I didn't think you lived in the big city. Where do you do your animal business?"

Vaughn chuckled, pulling his hat down a little. "There's a livestock auction house down the road from there. I do that all day Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Then I go to inspect the animals and stuff like that on Monday and Tuesday. Course, I'm on the island the other two days."

"When's your day off?"

"Don't have one."

"That's terrible!"

Vaughn smirked. "And when is your day off?"

"Oh, you can't take a day off on the farm!"

"Right. So, it's sort of the same for me. I don't really need a day off, anyway. That's just a missed opportunity. Besides, I have my fun on Wednesdays and Thursdays." Mark blushed and nodded, as they arrived at Vaughn's apartment building. They climbed the steps to the third floor, and then Vaughn unlocked the door and they went inside.

"Home sweet home," Vaughn drawled lazily, switching on the light and tossing his hat on the table. Mark looked around. He couldn't say that he was surprised. It was a studio apartment, very plainly furnished. It was clean, which didn't surprise Mark either. Though bachelors had a reputation for having filthy homes, Mark knew that Vaughn was meticulous about the way he dressed, and about keeping his body clean, so Mark had assumed correctly that it carried over to his home.

Vaughn went to the fridge and opened it. Mark could see that it was almost empty, except for a gallon of milk and several bottles of beer. Vaughn took one out and then turned to Mark. "You drink beer?" he asked. Mark shook his head.

"I'll just drink water," he whispered, and Vaughn gestured to the cabinet where the glasses were and then to the tap.

"Suit yourself," he said, and Mark moved forward, getting himself a glass. Vaughn flicked the cap off the beer and carefully put it in the trash. Then he moved over to the couch, slipping off his boots and putting his feet up. Mark followed him, sitting down gingerly next to him. Vaughn chuckled at his awkwardness. "Relax," he said, and Mark leaned back into the couch. Vaughn reached over and took Mark's chin in his hand, then leaned in and kissed him. Mark could taste the beer he had just drank, and he was surprised that he liked the flavor when it was in Vaughn's mouth. He hummed happily into the kiss, bringing one hand to Vaughn's chest and kneading at his shirt.

Vaughn pulled away from the kiss after a while. "Damn, you're getting me all horny again." He reached down and readjusted his rapidly hardening member, which was getting uncomfortable in his tight jeans.

Mark just smiled eagerly. "Me too."

Vaughn took a long drink of beer. "No, we'd better go to sleep now. I gotta be at the auction house at 6am." He finished off the bottle, and then stood to put it in the trash. He and Mark got ready for bed, then settled down together.

Mark played with the black jersey sheets between his fingers. "Wow, your bed is really big," he said of the king sized bed. A dark thought crossed his mind, thinking about how it was too large for just one person. "Do you...did you...used to share it with someone?"

Vaughn yawned and shook his head, pulling Mark in close. "No. I can't stand people." He was quiet for a moment. "You're the first person I've ever let spend the night in my bed." Mark felt his face flush with happiness, and he pressed it into Vaughn's chest to hide it.

"Oh," he murmured simply. "That's nice." He closed his eyes, and they both quickly drifted off.

When he woke up, Vaughn was already gone. Mark got up and took a shower, then dressed in the clean clothes that he had packed. Vaughn had left the spare key on the table, knowing that Mark would need to get in and out while he was gone, if only to eat, because there was no food in the house.

Mark decided to set out shopping. He wandered around the town, amazed at the sheer number of stores and their variety. He came across one place with a very plain storefront, called "Romantica." The fact that the windows did not showcase any merchandise, but were instead completely obscured with brown paper, intrigued him, and he summoned up his courage and went inside. He was stopped immediately inside the door by a haggardly looking woman. "18 and older only, kid," she rasped.

Mark was taken aback for a second, but finally roused himself enough to fish in his pocket and retrieve his old ID. It wasn't something he needed on the island; fortunately, it was still current from when he had lived in a small town on the mainland. The old crone peered at it suspiciously, but finally accepted that it was real and waved him inside. Mark stepped through a second set of doors, and then stood still in amazement.

His hunch had been right. It was a sex shop. There were outfits, lubricants, sex toys, and other equipment all over the store. Mark wandered around aimlessly for some time, touching things in a sort of stupor. He jumped about a foot in the air when the little old lady crept up beside him and spoke. "Looking for something for your girlfriend?" she wheezed.

"Um...uh...no..." Mark blushed and fidgeted. The old crone, despite appearances, was the store's best salesperson, due to her skill at reading people. She about kicked herself when she realized that she had gotten the boy totally wrong - she had been thinking, "college kid with his first real girlfriend, and he wants to get her something sexy for her birthday," but now she realized he was a "eager to please bottom." Her biggest clue, besides his shy, deferring demeanor, was the copy of "Bad Boys 3" that he was holding with a a shaking hand.

"Oh, my apologies," she said, giving him a partially toothless grin. "What I meant to say is, 'What does he like?'" She smiled wider when Mark flinched and blushed deeper, as she realized she had hit the nail on the head.

"Oh...well...I don't know..." Mark looked at the ground as he spoke.

The old lady smiled at him benevolently. "Now, now, don't be shy in front of old Betty. There's nothing I haven't heard." Mark still hesitated. "Does he want you to dress up like a girl?" Mark shook his head wildly. "Oh, of course not. Let me try again." She tapped her chin with one long, yellowed fingernail. "Aha! I've got it. Does he like to spank you?" The shocked look on Mark's face, coupled with the crimson flush that spread to his ears, let her know that she was absolutely right. She nodded vigorously. "Mmm hmm, mmm hmm. I think I know what you're looking for," she crowed, then took his wrist with one bony hand and began leading him to another part of the store.

She opened a black felt covered door, and dragged him inside with her. "Welcome to the dungeon," she cackled, and for a moment, Mark felt like he had inadvertently wandered into a horrible fairy tale. But the old crone had let go of his wrist and was moving over to the wall display. Mark slowly looked around the room. It was full of all kinds of whips, paddles, and various other implements of punishment. There were also leather restraints, as well as other forms of bondage.

"Oh my..." Mark uttered, looking totally overwhelmed as he stared at a very frightening looking whip.

Betty waved his attention away. "Oh, now, don't look at that and get all scared. I can tell you're a beginner at this, so let's start small. Take a look at this." She smiled widely as she handed him a wooden paddle with a black leather handle. "Has he got anything like this already?"

Mark shook his head. He hesitated to speak, then figured it didn't matter. "He just spanks me with his hand. And his belt."

The old lady cackled, making Mark blush. "Oho! If you can handle a belt, then this is probably too lightweight for you."

"No, no," Mark quickly said. "This will be enough." He was afraid of being talked into buying one of the whips, which terrified him utterly.

"Now, how about some restraints?" Betty motioned to the various leather straps and devices. Mark shook his head quickly. "Well, then, we're done in here."

"Wait!" Mark cried out, and pointed to something high on the wall. "I want that," he said. Betty gave him that raggedy smile and got a hookbar to remove the wanted item. She lowered it into his hands. "Yes...it's perfect," Mark said quietly, turning the black leather collar over in his hands. "Okay, that's it."

Betty nodded and then led him out of the "dungeon" and back into the store, which seemed too brightly lit in contrast. Mark cowered a little and hugged the paddle and collar to his chest as they made their way through the store.

"Boy, you need something sexy to wear too," she proclaimed.

"I don't want to dress up like a girl," Mark said weakly.

"I'm not talking about that." She motioned to his farmer clothes. "Unless you guys are playing 'naughty barnyard animals,' that's not the right outfit at all!" Mark blushed and shook his head. "Right. So, how about something like this?" She produced a black mesh tank top.

"Oh my...I don't know...I've never worn anything like that before."

Betty grinned. "Then he won't know what hit him. Wear that with that dog collar, and give him the paddle to spank you - he'll totally lose his mind. In a good way, mind you. You'll get the fucking of your life!" She broke out into wheezy laughter as Mark's jaw about hit the floor. "I told you, my boy, I've seen it all. Don't think Granny Betty is some innocent maiden. Heh heh."

Mark nodded, embarrassed, and took the tank top from her. She also convinced him to add a pair of black silk briefs. "All right, let's see, what else will you need? Ah, how about some lube?" Mark followed her in a daze to a huge display of bottles.

"Well...we already have that..." he whispered.

"I'm sure you do. But do you have the best stuff?" She handed him a bottle with a golden cap. "Trust me - you'll love this. Way better than the cheap crap I'm sure you're using." Mark took the bottle from her. He then spied a room leading off of the main area.

"What's over there?" he asked, his curiosity peaked.

"Oh, that's the body shop." Mark stared at her, and she explained. "Body piercing. Tattoos. You know."

Mark's eyes lit up. "Oh! I want to look over there."

"Be my guest. I'll just hold your stuff at the counter, all right, dearie?" Mark nodded, and then headed for the body shop. He stared at the pictures and examples on the wall for some time, then sat down in the waiting area and looked through some books. After some deliberation, he had decided, and went for it. Betty shook her head and clucked her tongue from across the building as she heard his tortured cries as he had his work done. About half an hour later, he reappeared from the room wincing in pain.

He approached the counter, and got out his wallet to pay for his stuff. Luckily, he had just had a big harvest before coming to town, so he had plenty of money. He set out with his plain brown paper bag, and then went to a grocery store. He bought things to make dinner, and then headed back for Vaughn's apartment.

Vaughn came home around 6 pm, and was delighted to smell food cooking. Mark turned around happily from the stove, flashing him a smile. Vaughn strode across the room and embraced the little farmer from behind, nuzzling his neck. "I'm going to have to kidnap you and keep you here," he drawled into Mark's ear, making him tremble.

"That'd be okay with me," he whispered. Vaughn just chuckled, and then they ate dinner together. After Mark cleaned up, he glanced at Vaughn, who was drinking a beer and reading the newspaper. Then he hurried off towards the bathroom, changing into the things he had bought. He peeked out, seeing the Vaughn was still absorbed in the paper, and then crept out, sprawling himself as sexily as he could on Vaughn's bed.

Vaughn looked up just then, and his eyes flashed when he beheld the sight on the bed. He set his beer down and stood up slowly. He narrowed his eyes at Mark as he put his hands on his hips.

"I've been bad today. I need you to punish me." Mark trembled a little as he spoke, reaching out and touching the paddle that was sitting beside him on the bed.

Vaughn gave a deep groan, stepping forward. The sight of Mark in the mesh tank, black silk briefs and dog collar had made him instantly hard, and now seeing the paddle on the bed had him throbbing with desire. "Oh...have you been bad? What have you done?"

Mark gave a bewitching little smile that took Vaughn's breath away. "You'll see..."

"Hmmm...I think I can already see some of it." Vaughn stepped forward and toyed with Mark's dog collar. "You've been shopping." Mark nodded up at him, and gave a soft moan as Vaughn drew his fingers over one of his collarbones through the mesh tank. "It looks good," Vaughn murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"There's more..." Mark whispered.

Vaughn arched one eyebrow. "More?" Mark nodded up at him again, and laid back on the bed, his fingers dropping to the hem of the tank and lifting it up slightly. Vaughn took his cue, leaning over him and lifting the top the rest of the way. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw the two silver rings in Mark's nipples. He was transfixed for a moment.

"Do you...do you like them?" Mark asked breathlessly.

Vaughn just stared him deep in the eyes for a few moments, an indescribable look on his face. "Like them? I fucking love them!" Mark sighed in relief, then yelped in pleasure as Vaughn dipped his head down to take one ring in his mouth. He tugged on it lightly with his teeth, making Mark cry out.

"Be careful!" he pleaded in a wavering voice.

Vaughn let go, but narrowed his eyes at Mark. "You're in no position to be telling me what to do," he reminded Mark. "I still have to punish you." Mark moaned happily as Vaughn continued to explore the new jewelry with his fingers and tongue. "So...you did this for me...?" Vaughn asked, feeling very amazed with the little blonde.

"Yes...and...there's more."

Vaughn looked incredulous. "Even more? I don't think I can stand it." He really meant what he said, as his cock felt like it was going to burst out of his jeans at any moment. But he waited as Mark reached down and started to remove his underwear. As he pushed them down slightly on his hips, Vaughn gasped when he saw the small tattoo there.

It was right over Mark's hipbone; a small script "V" in black and silver ink. It looked slightly shiny, because Mark had put healing salve over it as instructed by the tattoo artist. Mark waited for Vaughn's reaction, holding his breath. "Is it okay...?" he finally asked, as Vaughn continued to stare.

"Okay? It's...it's..." Words failed Vaughn, and he just stared at the tattoo some more.

Mark began to tremble a little. "You don't like tattoos? Oh, I shouldn't have done it...oh no..." Mark began to whimper to himself, feeling regretful.

Vaughn snapped out of his daze then. "What? No! It's perfect! I just can't believe...that you'd do that for me."

"I belong to you..." Mark whispered. "I wanted to show you that."

"Oh, fuck..." Vaughn groaned, then caught his mouth for a kiss. His tongue plunged into the blonde's mouth, aggressively kissing him. Mark moaned happily. Vaughn broke away from his mouth to kiss his neck, nipping his skin a little. "You're really something, you know that?" he whispered huskily in the little farmer's ear as he slipped his hand down below Mark's waist. Mark moaned brokenly as Vaughn quickly found his hardness and pulled at it gently, stroking and fondling him with a tenderness that Mark had never experienced from him before.

Vaughn's mouth moved down Mark's body slowly. He visited the new jewelry once again, then traced his tongue inside Mark's navel. Mark gasped loudly as Vaughn continued down, tugging his briefs the rest of the way off with his hands as he kissed at Mark's skin over and over. Then his mouth was on Mark's erection; the wet heat thrilling Mark beyond all measure. "Vaughn!" Mark cried, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of long silver hair. Vaughn sucked at the tip gently, then took the whole length in his mouth. Mark bucked his hips desperately, overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations.

It didn't take long before he was at the peak; and then he was over the edge, riding down on waves of ecstasy. Vaughn didn't pull away to spit his release out, and Mark got a thrill from the idea of that. His body felt totally spent, and he lay back on the bed; his blonde hair rumpled and slightly sweaty, his cheeks rosy with the after effects of passion. He looked up at Vaughn in absolute adoration, watching as the older man swiftly undressed himself.

Mark started to roll over on his stomach. "You can punish me now, if you want," he said, his voice slow and relaxed from afterglow. But to his surprise, Vaughn's hand was on his hip, and he turned him back onto his back.

"Naw. We can save that game for later. I just need to fuck you now," Vaughn drawled. He was finally naked, and his impressive erection stood out from his body. He stroked at it lightly, then came down over Mark, taking his hands behind the little farmer's thighs and pressing his legs back towards his chest. Mark stretched out behind himself, reaching under one of the pillows, where he had concealed the bottle of lubricant he had just purchased. He handed it to Vaughn with a little smile.

"You must have blown every penny you had today, huh?" Vaughn asked, impressed.

"Yeah, pretty much. But it was worth it," Mark answered, watching as Vaughn opened the bottle and then slicked his length down. Vaughn snapped the lid shut and tossed it aside, then came down over Mark again. He bumped the head of his cock up against Mark's entrance, pressing insistently against the tight spot. Mark took a deep breath and then let it out to relax himself, as Vaughn began to slip inside. The lubricant really was premium, and they both groaned at the exquisitely slippery sensation. "Ohhh..." Mark breathed, closing his eyes.

Vaughn gave a low groan, and then began to thrust. He stared down at Mark's body as he moved, his eyes flicking between Mark's piercings, his tattoo, his face, and then where they were joined. The combination of visual stimuli, coupled with Vaughn's thrill that Mark had done such a thing for him, only added kindling to the fire of lust that was burning inside of Vaughn. He felt like he couldn't get enough of Mark, even as he pressed himself as deep inside as he could go. He groaned in pleasure, feeling his orgasm beginning to build.

"Oh...oh...Mark..." Mark tingled with pleasure as he realized it was the first time Vaughn had actually said his name while they were having sex. Hearing him say that was the most thrilling thing Mark had ever heard. Or so he thought, until he heard the next words out of Vaughn's mouth.

"Oh, Mark, I love you," he groaned, then gave a low cry as he exploded with ecstasy. After thrusting slowly as his orgasm wound down, Vaughn collapsed down onto Mark, leaning in and kissing him on the mouth.

Mark blinked over and over to hide the happy tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes. "I love you, too," he said softly. Vaughn just chuckled and smirked happily, giving him another kiss.