Brokeback Island

"Okay, so what do you like on your pizza?" Vaughn asked, pulling Mark in close to him on the couch. He was trying to be extra nice and sweet to the little blonde, who still seemed shaken by his bad experience with the creepy customer. It was a testament to how much Vaughn cared for Mark that he could even do that for him. He wasn't exactly known for his thoughtfulness.

"Mushrooms," Mark answered.

"Hmmm, really? That's what I like too," Vaughn said truthfully.

Mark gave a naughty smile. "Oh, and carrots, too."

"Pshh. Now you're just messing with me, you silly little thing. No one eats carrots on pizza."

"Maybe I do." Mark looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Bullshit," Vaughn snorted, giving a half smile. Mark just continued to look at him in mock earnestness, and Vaughn gave a low growl and began to tickle him. "Don't mess with me," he teased as Mark squealed and howled with laughter.

"Stop! Stop! I can't...breathe!" Mark pleaded. Vaughn stopped and instead pressed a loving kiss to his lips.

"Then it's settled. Mushrooms," he said sternly, waiting for the boy to defy him. But Mark just smiled, and Vaughn called to place the order. After it arrived, they ate the pizza, both laughing and talking, trying to wipe away the ugliness of Mark's bad day. It worked, because it was soon out of mind for both of them.

After they finished eating, Vaughn carried him to the bed and gently laid him down on it. Mark was a little surprised, because he had expected Vaughn to toss him on the bed like always. He sighed happily when Vaughn leaned in and kissed his neck as he began to unbutton Mark's shirt. He parted the fabric to the sides, then dipped his head down, kissing tenderly at one of the nipple rings. Mark shivered with pleasure, arching his back instinctively.

Mark slid back on the bed as Vaughn laid down on top of him, pressing his body against the little blonde's in a slow, unhurried way. Vaughn's hand went to Mark's thigh, sliding up slowly, then massaging gently at his hip. His lips had moved to Mark's neck and ear, kissing lazily as he breathed heavily, causing Mark to get goosebumps. "I love you, darlin'," he whispered. "You're my sweet little thing, aren't you?" Mark moaned a yes, rubbing his body up into Vaughn's. He reached up and worked at the buttons of Vaughn's shirt, getting it open, then Vaughn pulled back to remove it.

Before long, they both were naked, and Vaughn pressed himself once more against Mark. Their erections were close together, and Vaughn slipped a hand between their bodies and stroked at both at the same time. Mark moaned with pleasure, and Vaughn dipped his head, catching his mouth for a deep kiss. Mark reached down and took over stroking Vaughn's hardness, as Vaughn continued to relentlessly stroke at his.

After some minutes of pleasuring each other, Vaughn's breathing sped up. "Mark," he said, his voice thick with pleasure, "I'm going to come." He closed his eyes and lowered his head, emitting a deep groan as Mark pumped him even faster, causing a thick stream of liquid to pulse out of his member. It landed on Mark's chest, and Mark savored the delicious heat of it, then began to thrust his hips into Vaughn's hand. He made tiny whimpering noises as Vaughn recovered from the force of his orgasm and turned his attention back to satisfying him.

Vaughn had opened his eyes once more, and was gazing intently into Mark's as he worked him to the brink. Mark returned the gaze, as the flush that always accompanied his impending orgasm seeped up his chest and into his face. "Vaughn, Vaughn..." he whispered, then shut his eyes tight as he felt himself let go. He tossed his head back, his chin jutting up into the air as his climax shook his body, making him cry out over and over.

They kissed each other tenderly in their afterglow, then cleaned up and settled down for bed. They both knew that they had an early morning ahead of them.

They got up at 4:30 am and showered together. Mark almost fell asleep standing up once or twice, and Vaughn just chuckled, shaking him awake. He had to practically do all the work for the exhausted boy; washing his hair, scrubbing his body, and then guiding him under the shower head to rinse off. Mark just yawned and rubbed his eyes through all of it.

They got out, and Vaughn urged Mark to dress, helping him into his shirt. Mark leaned forward heavily onto the cowboy. "Wanna go back to sleep," he mumbled.

"I warned you that this was going to be rough," Vaughn said. "Hey, if you're too tired, you can stay here. I'll be home Thursday night."

Mark was suddenly wide awake. "No!" Not only did he not want to be away from his sexy cowboy for that long, he was terrified of being left alone in the apartment, lest David get any ideas and try to come back. "No, I'm awake. I'm awake," he reiterated, as if to convince himself. Vaughn just smirked and got dressed. Mark packed his rucksack with the things he would need, throwing in Vaughn's stuff as well.

They went to the docks together, where some of the livestock tenders had already started loading the animals onto the boat. Vaughn jumped right in and started assisting them, as Mark boarded the boat on the passenger side and sprawled out across a bench, falling asleep. Vaughn found him there as the boat started its journey, and squeezed onto the bench with him, guarding him and watching the cute little blonde sleep peacefully.

When they arrived at the island, Vaughn gently awakened him. They disembarked, then Vaughn gave him a brief kiss and set out to do his work. Mark wandered the island for a while, just enjoying the tranquility of the early morning. When he had his farm, he was always way too busy in the morning to ever enjoy it.

A bridge had been built over to the forested area of the island, and Mark explored it for some time. He gathered some wild herbs and stuck them away in a side pocket of his rucksack, noting that he could use them for cooking when they got back to the city. About mid-morning, he headed for what used to be his farm. Elliot greeted him warmly from the fields, resting on his hoe. Mark offered to lend a hand, and Elliot gladly accepted. Mark tended to Bessie, Fuzzy Wuzzy, and the chickens as Elliot continued to work in the fields.

When he was done, Mark went back out to Elliot. "Thanks for your help," Elliot said, wiping his hands off. "Hey, how about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

Mark smiled, but shuffled his feet. "Thanks, but...you know...Vaughn..."

Elliot got his meaning. "He can come! And Julia too. Then it'll be a reunion of cousins. Ha!"

Mark shook his head, but he was still smiling. "You know how Vaughn is. He'll hate the idea."

Elliot shrugged. "Yeah, you're right. Well, we'll be eating at the diner anyway, at seven, so if you change your mind, come on in and join us." Mark nodded and then waved goodbye, trotting off the farm. When Vaughn finished up work a few hours later, they checked into the hotel together. Mark timidly told Vaughn about Elliot's invitation.

Vaughn smirked. "Why not?" Mark was dumbfounded, but nodded and washed up for dinner. They headed for the diner to meet up with Elliot and Julia.

As they walked in the door, Elliot looked just as surprised as Mark had been when Vaughn agreed. Julia greeted her cousin warmly, which he just returned with a grunt. Mark looked back and forth between the two of them, suddenly noticing the similarities. Julia was tall for a woman, and she and Vaughn had similar facial structures. Hers was softened by female features like full lips and long eyelashes, as well as her cascade of honey colored waves that framed her face. But they basically looked quite alike.

Vaughn ordered porridge and fried eggs. Julia smiled. "You always did like breakfast for dinner, cuz." Vaughn just smirked. "I think it was because you never wanted to eat in the morning, but you liked the food."

"People are too noisy in the morning," Vaughn grunted. "I'm not in the mood for stupid cheerfulness when the sun is barely up. Too early for that nonsense."

Julia rolled her eyes. "Yep, that sounds about right." She turned to Mark. "Did Vaughn ever tell you about the time he saved me from the swamp?" Mark shook his head, and Julia continued. "It was the year that I was 8 and Vaughn was 14. Well, a bunch of us kids were walking in the woods. The land ahead of us looked like mossy dirt, but I soon learned it wasn't when I stepped on it. It was bog covered in algae! I dropped down into it, and I was wailing something terrible. Well, the other kids went running. I was bawling my eyes out, thinking I was going to die, when who steps out of the trees but my big cousin?" She glanced at Vaughn, who was intently eating his food.

Julia continued. "By some kind of luck, he happened to walk up just then. He told me to shut up and stop crying, then he reached out and yanked me out of the bog. I was all goopy and nasty, and I was shaking and bawling as I tried to hug him to thank him. He nearly pushed me back in, he tried to avoid that hug so hard! He just stalked off towards home, and I walked a few yards behind him all wet and dripping, like some sea monster." She laughed. "Boy, did I ever get my ass whipped for that! My mom was so mad, because I lost my bracelet."

Vaughn said nothing, but Elliot prompted Julia to continue. "And then what happened? Tell him about the bracelet."

Julia smiled. "It was about a week later. My mom was still sore about me losing that bracelet." Her voice got a little quieter. "My dad had given it to me, and that was the year he died. It was the last present I got from him." She sighed, but continued. "I wasn't supposed to be wearing it while I was playing anyway. I was grounded, and I was in the house one afternoon, doing chores for my mom, when in stalks Vaughn. He throws my bracelet down on the table and walks out without a word! I run over to it, and it's all goopy with that algae stuff, but unharmed other than that! I washed it off, and showed it to my mom. She was so happy we got it back. But, I never could get Vaughn to tell me how he got it out of there."

Everyone turned to look at Vaughn. He just kept eating, then he felt their eyes on him, and he swallowed and looked up. "What?" he said, irritated.

"Come on, tell us how you got it!" Julia urged him. "I always imagined you swimming around the the bog diving for it, but I knew that was impossible. You've always been so anal about keeping clean. You'd never do that."

Vaughn took a long drink of milk, then set it down and sighed as they all continued to wait for his answer. "All right, dammit. You really wanna know?" Julia nodded. "Fine. You didn't lose it in the bog. It must have come off your wrist when I pulled you out. It was on the ground BY the bog. If you weren't so dumb, you'd have thought to go back there and look. But you didn't, so I had to go do it. I was tired of you sniffling and crying all the time about it. You were always such a big baby." He finished up his tale with a grunt, then went back to eating.

Julia laughed. "Oh, and there I thought it was this big mystery. Hmm." Mark just smiled softly at the whole exchange. It was just more proof that Vaughn was more caring than he would ever let on to most people.

After dinner, Mark and Vaughn walked onto the beach. The comforting darkness enveloped them, and Mark slipped a hand into Vaughn's, lacing their fingers together. He looked up at Vaughn, who was giving a satisfied smirk that was just visible in the moonlight. They moved along, enjoying the feel of the warm, salty air wafting around them.

They both stopped as they simultaneously spotted Will's yacht. The man himself was leaning over the deck, leering down on them with a thrilled expression on his face. "Well, well, if it isn't my two favorite guys! Come aboard, why don't you?" Vaughn shrugged, then urged Mark over to the boarding ramp. They were soon face to face with Will. "Oh, this couldn't have happened at a better time. I'm horny as hell," Will purred, reaching forward to try to touch at Vaughn.

To his surprise, Vaughn deftly evaded the touch. Will got a pouty look on his face. "Hmph." He glanced down at the men's intertwined hands. "Oh, I see. You're exclusive now, is that it?" Vaughn just grunted. "Well, I need some satisfaction, and I'm willing to pay for it." Vaughn arched an eyebrow in interest as Will rattled off an impressive figure. "And that's just for coming into the bedroom with me. Depending upon what happens, I'll fork over more." Will waited for an answer, his erection becoming terribly tight in his pants, almost to the point of pain.

Vaughn glanced at Mark, who gave him an imperceptible nod. Then Vaughn shrugged, and the three men went into the bedroom, where Will began to immediately disrobe, staring back and forth between the two of them. Vaughn signaled to Mark, and the two of them began to undress as well. Once they were all nude, Will advanced forward to try to touch Vaughn.

But Vaughn already had his body pressed close up to Mark's and was backing him onto the bed. They lay on it together, where Vaughn ran a hand up and down the side of Mark's body as he kissed at his neck. Mark gave a chilling cry of pleasure, trembling with desire. Will murmured approvingly, moving forward and stroking at Vaughn's back. Much to his annoyance, the cowboy didn't even seem to notice he was there. He just continued to kiss at Mark, making his way to his ear and murmuring something there in a voice so low that Will could not make out what was said. Mark responded with a needy moan, arching his back underneath his lover.

Determined to be noticed, Will got behind Vaughn and swiftly parted him, licking aggressively at his entrance. He smirked to himself as Vaughn let out a heated groan, his pleasure evident. Will massaged at the cowboy's ass with his hands as he worked, then dropped one hand down and began to stroke his own engorged member.

Meanwhile, even though Vaughn had enjoyed the sensation Will had given him, his attention was totally focused on the little blonde underneath him. Their mouths met for a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a frenzied pace. Vaughn brought one finger to his mouth and sucked it briefly, then dropped it back down between Mark's legs and probed there. Mark gave a broken moan as Vaughn penetrated him digitally.

"Mmm...so tight," Vaughn whispered huskily. "I want to fuck you so bad."

"I need you to fuck me," Mark breathed back, his voice deep with lust.

Vaughn glanced back at Will, who was giving his best lingual performance pretty much in vain. "Got any lube?"

Will stood up, nodding, and then retrieved the wanted lubrication from a bedside table. Vaughn reached an impatient hand out to receive it, but Will held it back. Annoyance flashed in Vaughn's eyes. "Let me help out some too," Will purred. "You two are having all the fun." Vaughn said nothing as Will poured some of the slippery substance into his hand, then reached out and lubricated Vaughn's engorged cock before anyone could protest. Vaughn groaned deeply at the sensation, despite himself. Mark felt a little twinge of jealousy, but kept his face impassive. He reminded himself that all he wanted was whatever Vaughn wanted.

But once the lubrication was complete, Vaughn turned his attention wholeheartedly back on his little blonde love. He dipped his head down for a hungry kiss as he positioned himself outside of Mark's enchantingly tight portal; then they moved in unison, inching closer together as Vaughn began to penetrate. "Oh, Vaughn," Mark moaned, his head turning to the side as his cheeks flushed with pleasure.

"Mark," Vaughn groaned back, working himself deeper. Once he was buried to the hilt, both men paused there to sigh in satisfaction at the exquisite feeling of their union. Then they began to move, Vaughn thrusting relentlessly as Mark pushed himself back against the cowboy.

Will stood back, wanting to feel put out, but only feeling incredibly turned on instead. Although he wished the pleasure could be as evenly distributed as it was at their other threesome, he couldn't ignore the eroticism of the show in front of him. The two men obviously loved each other deeply, and it made their sex impossibly hot. Will realized he was only going to keep getting his feelings hurt if he tried to get in on it, so he settled down into a comfortable chair and stroked at his aching hardness with his still slippery hand. He groaned in satisfaction, watching the two attractive men fuck each other passionately. It was like his own live porn movie, and it was the best one he'd ever seen at that.

Vaughn had begun to stroke at Mark's erection as he thrust inside of him. Mark erupted into hot squeals and sighs, obviously overcome with pleasure. "You like that?" Vaughn panted, the lust dripping from his voice. "You gonna come for me, little darlin'?" Mark pressed his lips together and began to hum steadily, then his mouth opened again and a thrilled cry tumbled out.

"Vaughn! Vaughn!" he vocalized his ecstasy loudly as his semen pulsed out, gushing onto his stomach and chest. Vaughn gave a satisfied, lusty grunt, letting go of Mark's manhood after he had pulled every drop out. He held onto Mark's slim thighs to balance himself, and began to thrust even harder.

"Want me to...come in you...or on you?" Vaughn asked brokenly as he swiftly reached the brink. That was the breaking point for Will, and he gave a sharp cry as he climaxed.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned, his release shooting out powerfully, and then dribbling down onto his hand. "Fuck." He lay back in the chair, savoring his climax. Despite it being solo, it had felt extremely wonderful.

His ecstasy went unnoticed by Vaughn, who was listening to his boyfriend's answer. "On me," Mark whispered, his cheeks rosy with afterglow. He was melted into the bed, sighing with happiness, his hand beside his head as he gazed up at Vaughn with absolute adoration in his eyes. Vaughn nodded, thrusting a few more times, then he pulled out and tugged on himself for a few seconds as he threw his head back, crying out with pleasure. His orgasm felt like an explosion; his whole body reverberated with absolutely flawless sensations. His seed burst out, spraying onto Mark's stomach in a glorious arc.

"Oh, Mark..." he sighed as he came down from his lust high. He collapsed down partially, draping himself over the little blonde and planting his face with kisses. "I love you," he breathed sincerely to him.

"I love you, too," Mark responded, reaching his hands up to cup Vaughn's face and kiss his lips. Then Vaughn gave a happy groan and dropped his face into the crook of Mark's neck and shoulder. Mark stroked at his back, enjoying the feeling of his weight on him.

They eventually pulled apart, and turned to regard Will with something akin to surprise. They had been into each other so much that they had forgotten about the yacht owner once they reached their heights of passion. Will recognized the surprise, and huffed haughtily. "Well. While that was a marvelous performance, I felt rather left out. I'll only give you the basic sum." Vaughn shrugged, not even caring at the point. It was still a lot of money for doing something he wanted to do anyway. He felt indifferent about ignoring Will during the session, as he had found that when it came down to it, he didn't want to touch anyone but Mark. He reached for tissues and to clean up his little lover, then wiped off his own stomach where it had become sticky from laying on Mark.

They all redressed, and Will fetched the money, handing it over with feigned disgust. "I'm so disappointed. You two had the potential to be my best fuck buddies, but you go and ruin it by falling in love with each other. Hmph." He tried to act annoyed, but he couldn't hide the amused smile that crept out. He actually thought the two of them were rather adorable together. "At any rate, next time I'm docking here, I'd love to catch another showing." He winked, and Vaughn smirked and rolled his eyes, then took Mark's hand and led him off the yacht.