Brokeback Island

Vaughn rolled off of Mark, and laid on his back, his hands behind his head. He looked over at Mark with a satisfied smirk on his face. Mark just looked back at him in total adoration, then snuggled up against his chest. Vaughn chuckled a little as the boy nuzzled his face into his skin. Mark's lips brushed against Vaughn's nipple, making it harden slightly. He finally rested his head against the underside of Vaughn's bicep, then touched at Vaughn's chest with his fingertips. He traced over the firm curves of muscles, marveling at how taut the cowboy's body was. It showed the amount of real work he did with the livestock and equipment.

Mark visualized Vaughn riding a horse...a white steed with a magnificent silver mane...tugging against the reins...the horse obeying his every command almost before he gave it. Mark shivered happily as he realized the image turned him on. He hoped one day he could watch Vaughn riding a horse; maybe even get to ride on a horse with him. His arms around Vaughn's waist, holding tightly...the steady rhythm of the horse's gallop underneath them, mimicking the rhythm that they kept with each other in bed...

Vaughn tapped his chin just then. "Hmmm? What're you daydreaming about?"

Mark laughed softly. "Oh, nothing." He leaned forward and kissed at Vaughn's shoulder. "I'm just happy."

"Heh. You're so cute," Vaughn said softly. He rolled to the side and over, getting Mark underneath him, then leaned down and kissed him. His kisses were soft and light; his lips barely touching Mark's. Vaughn took one hand and drew it down the side of Mark's face. Mark shuddered happily and turned his face to the side, letting Vaughn caress his cheek. He looked back up at Vaughn. His violet eyes were intense, yet gentle. "I love you," he said, very softly, saying the words almost as if he was amazed by them.

That much was true; Vaughn had been amazed that he could feel that way about anyone. He had never said it to anyone, let alone felt it. In truth, he had never had a real boyfriend before. Of course, he had fucked plenty of guys; hurried, fumbling pairings in the bathroom of a bar or in an alleyway. Just ways to blow off a little sexual frustration. Never anything intimate or loving. Never anything like Mark.

Mark was the perfect match for him - gentle versus rough, submissive versus dominant, sweet versus rude. He made Vaughn feel things that he never thought he could feel. Longing when they were apart, joy when they were reunited, contentment when they lay together. Mark was just so sweet, simple, and honest - it was impossible not to love him. Vaughn looked down into Mark's big green eyes, and it made him feel like everything was right in the world.

Mark had replied back to Vaughn, saying, "I love you, too," breathlessly, but he could see that Vaughn was deep in thought. He just gazed up at his handsome cowboy, breathing heavily and watching the emotions flick across his face. Vaughn's eyes finally unclouded from the fog of introspect, and Mark reached up, taking his face in his hands. Then he brought his own face up slightly, pressing his lips against Vaughn's and then parting them, slipping his tongue out. He traced it over Vaughn's lower lip, then inside of his mouth. They kissed each other slowly yet passionately. Vaughn leaned down into him, pressing the back of his head into the bed as he leisurely explored the little farmer's mouth.

They finally parted their lips several minutes later. Vaughn smiled softly down on him, and Mark smiled back, crinkling his eyes.

"Want some dessert?" Vaughn asked him.

Mark hesitated, his mind trying to work out whether this was a thinly veiled offer for more sex; and then puzzling over the fact that, even if Vaughn was truly offering him food, there was nothing that could be called a dessert in the house. Unless beer or leftover curry counted. "What kind of dessert?" he finally asked.

"Anything you want," Vaughn drawled lazily, brushing some blonde hair off of Mark's face. "There's a little coffee shop in the next building. We can go in and get something."

Mark smiled. "Okay, but you have to pay...I blew all my money on sex toys, remember?" This caused Vaughn to laugh, a deep rumbling sound that slightly surprised Mark. Then he began to laugh as well. They got up to redress, still chuckling a little. Mark spoke as he went to the bathroom to retrieve his clothes. "That shop was really amazing, by the way." He told Vaughn all about it as they put on their clothes.

"Hmmm...they sell whips there?" Vaughn asked, pulling at his chin in an interested fashion. "I might have to go there sometime." Mark laughed weakly, praying that he wouldn't - or if he did, he'd get one of the smaller whips. As much as he liked getting punished by Vaughn, he didn't want anything that would leave scars. Vaughn seemed to read his apprehension and stepped forward, stroking him on the back of the neck. "Don't worry, I'd never hurt you for real. I'm just playing." Mark nodded up at him, and then they departed for the cafe.

They walked down the flights of stairs and then over to the adjoining building. Vaughn pushed open the heavy wooden door, and they stepped inside. Mark looked around for a little while. It was a quaint, yet stylish place. There were plenty of small tables and fragile looking chairs, but there were also comfortable looking couches. Vaughn ushered Mark over to the glass display case.

Mark peered inside, amazed at the variety of desserts offered. He pressed one finger against the glass, drawing attention to a cake on the top shelf. "I guess I won't be getting that, huh?"

Vaughn glanced at the carrot cake, then made a disgusted face. "Ugh. But get whatever you want."

Mark laughed lightly, looking at the other things. "No, I was just kidding. I want something chocolate. It's not really dessert if it doesn't have chocolate in it. That's my motto." He said this in complete earnest, and Vaughn just watched him, a bemused expression on his face. Mark tapped the glass just then. "There. That. That's what I want." He gave a heart melting smile to the woman behind the counter, who plated him up a slice of the triple chocolate cake.

"Enjoy it, honey," she said as she set it on the counter. Mark looked up at Vaughn. "Aren't you going to get something?"

"Naw. I'll just have the usual," he said to the woman, who apparently knew what that meant, as she bustled off to fix something. Mark watched her as she filled a mug up halfway with coffee, then poured milk to fill it the rest of the way.

"Cafe au lait," Mark observed, not surprised that Vaughn would like his coffee so full of milk.

"Yup." He began to pay the woman, who looked back and forth between Vaughn and Mark. Her eyes twinkled with interest.

"So...who is this? You've never, ever come in with anyone before."

Vaughn sighed. "Geez, Greta."

"So...?" Vaughn didn't answer, just took his change, so Greta looked at Mark instead. "Who are you, honey?"

Mark looked up at Vaughn, as if seeking approval to speak. Greta noted this behavior with a raised eyebrow. Oh, so that was it. Vaughn had him a little pet. Not surprising. The cowboy had been coming into the coffee shop several times a week for years now, and never had a friend or lover with him. It had taken Greta a long time to even get him to speak to her, and that was not much.

Vaughn finally gave in. "This is Mark," he grunted. "We, uh...we fuck." Mark gave a little gasp, and his cheeks turned pink. Greta just chuckled and clucked her tongue.

"Oh, Vaughn. You're the same as ever. So rough. I believe the polite phrase would be, 'He's my boyfriend.'"

"Whatever," Vaughn mumbled, picking up his mug. Mark picked up his plate, giving Greta a quick, shy smile. She returned the smile, giving him a benevolent look, as if to let him know she approved of him. Mark blushed and hurried to follow Vaughn. Greta just shook her head at the two. She was glad the cowboy had found a little someone. As rough and cold as he appeared to be, she knew that deep down, every person wanted to love and be loved, and rude cowboys were no exception. She watched them settle down on a loveseat, smiled a little, and then returned to her work.

Mark balanced the plate on his knees, and began to eat. "It's so good!" he exclaimed. Vaughn just smirked, sipping his cafe au lait. He watched the little farmer devour the cake. When the plate was clean, Mark suddenly looked at Vaughn. "Oh! I didn't share any with you!" he bemoaned, feeling rather guilty.

"I don't need none," Vaughn drawled. "I don't like sweet stuff all that much." Mark nodded and set the plate to the side. "But you, you really like chocolate, huh?" Vaughn grunted.

Mark nodded vigorously. "More than anything! I'm always buying it from Chen's."

Vaughn gave a low chuckle. "You'd better watch it." He poked Mark in the stomach, causing him to giggle. "Better not get fat."

Mark stared at him, his mouth open. "I won't get fat!" he protested. "I do so much farm work, I burn it all off."

Vaughn just chuckled, and Mark reached out hesitantly and put his hands on Vaughn's mug. "Can I...can I have a sip?"

"It doesn't have chocolate in it." Vaughn warned him. "And it's not sweet."

"I know. I just need something to wash the cake down with. You don't mind, do you?"

"Naw. I've already got all your germs, anyway, I guess."

Mark flashed him a dazzling smile. "Thanks," he said, then took the mug. He took a long sip, then made a wry face as he swallowed it. "Ooh, it's bitter."

Vaughn smirked. "That was a pretty bad face there. You don't even make that face when you swallow me, and that's gotta taste way worse."

Mark blushed. "Oh! N-no, that doesn't taste bad at all. No." He handed Vaughn the mug back, then played with his hands in his lap as Vaughn sipped the mug, regarding him with a bemused look. They relaxed for a while longer in the cafe, then headed back for home. Greta watched them go, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.

They got back to Vaughn's apartment, then got ready for bed. Vaughn reached out and tweaked one of Mark's ringed nipples as he removed his shirt, making the blonde squeak. They laid down together, and Vaughn slid his hand over Mark's hip, easing his underwear down just a little to see the tattoo once more. "I really, really like this," he said huskily, drawing his finger in a circle around it. "You're really something, you know that?" Mark just smiled coyly, letting Vaughn pull him in close.

After a while, he gave a sad sounding sigh. Vaughn snorted in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"I have to go home sometime, you know." They both fell silent as they considered it. Vaughn held him a little bit closer, thinking back to his joke that he would kidnap Mark, and briefly considering it for real. He didn't want to ever let Mark go. Now that he had had him in his bed, it would never be the same without him.

"I'm going to keep you captive here," he growled playfully in Mark's ear.

Mark giggled happily. "I wish," he said.

Vaughn's tone grew serious. "I will. I'm not letting you go."

Mark looked up in his face, his eyes wide and enraptured. "Really? Are you going to keep me as your slave?"

"Oh yes," Vaughn breathed.

"Will it involve lots of spankings and hard fuckings?" Mark whispered.

"You bet," Vaughn growled, cupping one of Mark's ass cheeks and gripping it fiercely. "I'm going to fuck you day and night, spank you when you're naughty, and you have to do everything I say."

"Sounds like heaven," Mark sighed. Their mouths met for a deep kiss. "Oh, please, please don't be kidding," Mark pleaded, between kisses. "I want to stay with you."

Vaughn was shocked, but thrilled. "What about your farm?"

"It doesn't belong to me anyway. The house and land are Taro's. He's just letting me use it. And besides, I don't care about any of that," he breathed. "I just want to be with you."

Vaughn kissed him passionately. They broke apart a few minutes later. "You'd better think hard about this," he warned. "Because once I kidnap you, I'm never letting you go."

"Is that a promise?" Mark asked. Vaughn nodded, and they began to kiss again. Before long, their hands were roaming over each other's bodies, fondling and caressing. Both men were achingly hard, and they ground against each other. Mark stroked evenly at Vaughn's erection, as Vaughn slipped a hand inside the blonde's underwear and began to stroke at him as well. They never stopped kissing throughout, as they built up their passion. Vaughn groaned into the kiss as Mark's intoxicatingly soft hand caressed him relentlessly, and Mark sighed happily as Vaughn's rough, callused palm worked him. They knew exactly how to touch each other, keying in on each other's reactions and changing rhythms accordingly.

Mark broke away from the kiss as his breathing became more labored. "Oh Vaughn, oh Vaughn, right there, that's it, oh god!" Mark cried out sharply as his release rose up, gushing out in several short bursts. He had continued to stroke Vaughn erratically throughout and in the next instant, Vaughn was groaning deeply, bucking his hips forward uncontrollably as Mark brought him over the edge.

They lay still, panting and enjoying the afterglow. Vaughn leaned in and kissed Mark, his face slightly sweaty from the exertion. He reached out and got tissues to clean up, and then they lay back together, holding each other. Vaughn stroked lightly at Mark's face. "I'm keeping you here from now on," he assured Mark.

"Good," Mark hummed happily and closed his eyes.