Brokeback Island

Chapter 19

The next morning, Vaughn awoke after the sun was up. It had been a long time since he had a day off and had been able to sleep in at all. He stretched and turned over to look at Mark. The little blonde was especially rumpled, even more so than usual. His face was partially pressed into the pillow, and his hair stuck up wild in places. Vaughn smirked and wondered if the boy was going to have a hangover after his first time getting drunk.

That question was answered a few minutes later, when Mark fluttered his eyes open. Vaughn fully expected him to moan and groan and complain of feeling bad, but Mark surprised him by just smiling and snuggling closer. "Good morning," he said, his voice muffled slightly.

"Morning. You feeling all right?"

Mark looked up at him in confusion. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Vaughn chuckled. "You don't remember getting drunk at the club and trying to get me to fuck you in public? No?"

Mark thought deeply, biting his lip and furrowing his brow. Then his face cleared completely, and an "aha!" expression appeared. "Oh yeah!" He grinned sheepishly and burrowed himself under the covers a little more, then he pressed his face into Vaughn's stomach. "That was pretty naughty, huh?" He looked up at Vaughn hopefully.

Vaughn got the hint. "Oh yes, very naughty. And very naughty boys need to be punished." He pulled Mark up in the bed, and flipped him on his stomach with ease. "Bad, bad, bad, bad boy," he admonished, each word punctuated by a slap to the ass. Mark cried out in pleasure during the spanking, and when it was over, rolled back to Vaughn and smiled impishly at him. Vaughn just rolled his eyes, giving a low laugh.

It was the first day off they had ever had together, so they lazed around in bed for a while, talking and snuggling. Vaughn still found it amazing that he could actually "snuggle" with somebody - if someone had told him a year ago that he'd be snuggling with another person in his bed, he would have told them they were full of shit. But there he was, kissing and holding on to his adorable little blonde.

They ended up going out for lunch. Mark skipped along happily next to Vaughn. They ended up taking the same route they did the night before, heading towards the local university. They crossed a wide, wooden bridge over the river, and Mark had to stop and admire the blue water rushing below. Vaughn chuckled and then urged him along, and they reached their destination - a small cafe.

They ordered something to eat, and then Mark hurried over to the window to look at the view of the river. Vaughn remained at the table, looking over at him fondly. The boy was so cute, how he always appreciated every little thing in his life. He was so innocent in some ways, and it was refreshing to the jaded cowboy. Almost all of his past sex partners were annoying, complaining queens that he couldn't stand for even a minute after the fucking was over.

As if on cue, one such queen sauntered up to his table right that second. Vaughn sighed loudly. It was a prissy little jerk that he had a couple of very brief encounters with, and who he always ran into in the club. Vaughn wasn't even sure what his name was. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Vaughn. I swear, I thought you had gone missing in action! I haven't seen you around in weeks! And then I saw you last night in Teasers, messing around with some slutty little twink. I was about to come over to you and say hello, but I blinked and you were gone. Couldn't wait to fuck him in the alley, huh?"

Vaughn just grunted, and right at that moment, Mark returned to the table. He slowed his walk when he saw there was another man talking to Vaughn. He approached his seat warily and slipped into it quietly, never taking his eyes off of the slim brunette who was obviously trying to tread in his territory.

The man laughed, a high tinkling sound. "Oh my! This is a first! You're actually willing to be seen in daylight the next day with one of your conquests? You've changed, Vaughn." Mark furrowed his brow up at him. "Oh dear, have I upset you, sweetie? Let me just save you a lot of trouble and tell you that Vaughn is a dog. He'll fuck you good, but don't hold your breath that he'll stick around. You're lucky to have gotten him for this long."

Vaughn groaned. "This is Mark. He's where I've been for all those weeks. Get it?"

the man gaped. "I totally do not believe this. Of all the hundreds of guys you've fucked," Mark's eyebrows went up in alarm there, and Vaughn groaned again as he continued, "THIS is the one that captures your attention? Some silly little twink? Ugh. How boring." He waved his hand dismissively. "Listen," he said, leaning in and putting his hand on the table. "When you get bored of this one, ring me. I'm sure I can rock your world better than this goofy looking kid."

Vaughn gave a dry laugh. "I'm sure you can't. Besides, I can't even remember your name. You were that forgettable."

The man snorted, looking offended. "Please," he huffed. "What's so special about him?"

Vaughn just grunted. "None of your damn business. And you can spread the word with all your bitch friends that I'm off the market, so that I don't have to be bothered with any more propositions from tired old queens like yourself."

The man made a sour face, then tossed his head in the air and flounced off. Mark stared after him. "What was that...?" he asked, looking bewildered.

Vaughn grunted, then took a drink of water. He turned to Mark, laying a hand on his thigh. "Listen, you oughta understand now that I've been with a lot of guys. A lot. So, we're probably going to run into some of them every now and then. It's a big city, but not that big." He leaned in and tilted Mark's chin up, then spoke in an even softer voice. "But you also need to understand that you're worth more than all of them put together. I don't give a fuck about a single one of them, got it? That's all over and done with." He pressed his lips lightly to Mark's. "I love you, darlin'."

Mark murmured happily, his cheeks flushing slightly. Their food came then, and they were silent for a while as they ate. Mark slowly turned to Vaughn a few minutes later. "Hundreds? Really?"

Vaughn shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't keep count." Mark picked at his napkin, about to say something else, but Vaughn spoke up. "Now, darlin', I just told you not to worry your pretty little head about all that."

Mark shook his head. "No, I just wanted to know...really, you never had any of those guys sleep over or took them out on a date or anything?"

Vaughn balked. "Hell no. Bunch of stupid assholes. Didn't wanna be their friend or anything. It was pure sex, that's all." Mark broke out into an inexplicable grin. "What's making you so happy?" Vaughn grunted.

"I'm special, huh?"

"Yup. Real special. One of a kind." Vaughn chuckled to himself as Mark did a tiny, adorable little cheer to himself. "So, what about you?" Vaughn asked.

Mark looked up with wide eyes. "What about me what?"

"How many guys you fucked?"

Mark blushed. "Well..." he hemmed and hawed. "Just two before. And you make three." He thought for a minute. "Do I have to count Will?"

Vaughn snorted. "No."

"Okay, then just three total." He ate some of his sandwich, then continued. "I had two boyfriends in high school. The first one was during my sophomore year, and the second was in my senior year. He was a football player. We had to keep it on the down low, because everybody thought he was straight. His parents would have killed him. Oh, but he was so cute - "

"That's enough," Vaughn grunted, suddenly feeling jealous. "I don't want to hear any more."

Mark's cheeks pinked up. "Oh! Oh! I'm sorry."

"It's all right, darlin'. But...I don't want to ever hear you talking about another man. Got it? Or I'll have to get out the riding crop." He narrowed his eyes with intent at Mark.

Mark squirmed and trembled. "Yes, I get it," he breathed. His heart was bursting with happiness that Vaughn could get jealous for him. In reality, the other two guys he had been with were awful compared to Vaughn. The one he had in tenth grade, Kyle, was a fumbling mess. Couldn't get it in, would come within seconds, used way too much teeth in oral. Then the football player, Jeff, was in too much of a hurry. He was always worried that they would get caught, and there was more than one time when in his haste, he penetrated Mark without proper lubrication and made him bleed. He was always very apologetic, but that didn't make Mark's sore ass feel any better. And he was sometimes rough and mean to Mark because of his own guilt and shame at being gay. He often slapped Mark across the face for no reason at all, and called him way uglier names than Vaughn ever had.

It was the worst if he happened to run into Jeff when he was with his football buddies. They had to pretend like they weren't friends. Jeff explained away the reason why they were sometimes in each other's houses and even bedrooms by saying that Mark was tutoring him in math - which was a huge crock of shit because Mark barely passed it himself - but if Mark happened to cross paths with Jeff and his buddies, he was treated to an onslaught of hurt. "Little fag! Gayfer! Butt fucker! You make me sick!" It was bad enough that Jeff's friends said those things to him and Jeff wouldn't stop them, but the most hurtful blow of all was when Jeff himself would say those things too. He'd always say he was sorry in private later, but it didn't fix anything. Still, Mark stayed with him, because he didn't know what else to do.

Mark remembered a really bad time. It was Valentine's Day, and the school had a fundraiser where students could pay a small fee to send a flower to another student. It was up to the student whether they wanted it to be anonymous or not. So, Mark sent an anonymous red rose to Jeff. He waited expectantly all day, perking up when the student council's flower delivery group would enter each class at the beginning of the period. But nothing ever came for him. That was understandable - Jeff was so paranoid that he probably couldn't even risk that. But when sixth period came, his heart leapt with joy when one of the flower deliverers stood in front of him, peering at the tag, and the back of the tag said, "Love, Jeff." His heart then dropped in his chest when the deliverer walked away, handing it to Christie, a cheerleader. She crowed and swooned for the rest of the day that Jeff was in love with her, blah blah blah. Mark felt like he had been stabbed. Jeff had decided to publicly pursue a cheerleader to quiet the small rumors that were swirling around that he was gay.

After that, he refused to see Jeff. He couldn't do it anymore - pretend that they didn't know each other in public, when they knew each other more intimately than anyone else in the world. He had actually surprised himself when he fell right back into that behavior during the first few weeks with Vaughn - secret couplings that no one knew about, Vaughn being gruff to him in public (and in private, for that matter.) But things progressed at a reassuring pace. A kiss here, taking him out to the diner there. With Jeff, things had never progressed, and they were never going to. He would never come out, and as long as he didn't, there was no hope for romance between the two of them.

"What're you thinking about?" Vaughn queried. "Eat your food." Mark blushed and hurried to eat. Vaughn scrutinized him for a while. He hoped that the boy wasn't having fond remembrances of his past lovers. The thought ate him up inside for some strange reason. Even though he knew he couldn't change the past or control Mark's thoughts, he was consumed by a burning desire to possess him completely, and the idea of Mark longing for someone else made his heart hurt. He was musing on this when he noticed that Mark looked a little melancholy. "What's wrong?" he grunted.

Mark hesitated. "I was thinking about my ex boyfriend." Vaughn tensed up, scowling a little, as Mark continued. "He was pretty awful to me, now that I think about it." Vaughn opened his mouth slightly in surprise. So Mark wasn't longing, he was regretting. He felt relieved, and leaned in a little to hear Mark, who was talking rather quietly. "You wouldn't ever slap me in the face, would you?"

Vaughn was taken aback. "Of course not. Unless that's something you're into."

Mark managed a wry smile. "No, I'm not into it. Definitely not. I don't mind being spanked or punished, but face slapping feels wrong."

Vaughn frowned. "Anyway, why are you asking that? Did someone slap you?"

Mark sighed. "Yeah, my ex boyfriend did it."

Vaughn inhaled deeply through his nose. "Once? Or more than once?"

"More than once. A lot." Mark hung his head, a little ashamed. Vaughn just stared straight ahead, his mind full of quite evil things he wanted to do to this guy. Mark continued. "He wasn't out, and he had a lot of guilt and stuff about being together. Which he took out on me. I know now that it was fucked up, but I was so vulnerable, that I let it keep happening. It's not like he ever punched me or gave me bruises. Still, it was wrong, I know that. I just thought, if I was good, if I did everything he wanted, then he would love me and not treat me like a dirty secret. But of course, it didn't work." He played with his napkin, shredding it into bits.

Vaughn groaned softly when he realized something. "So, when we first got together, you thought it was the same deal with me, huh?" Mark nodded. Vaughn sighed. "I don't play games like that. Sure, I've burned through a lot of partners, but I never did shit like that. That's just fucked up." He glowered as he imagined some faceless prick slapping his Mark across the face, then cooing and apologizing, only to do it all over again. The punishment that he administered to Mark - it was different, because they both wanted it. And getting spanked felt a lot different than getting slapped in the face.

Vaughn leaned forward and lightly stroked his hand up and down Mark's arm, making him shudder and sigh. "Darlin'. All that's over. I promise that I ain't ever going to slap you." He lowered his voice. "I'm still going to spank your naughty little ass, but you know... you know you can tell me to stop and I will. I'm not hitting you because I'm mad at you. You know that, right?" Mark nodded. "Okay, then. And something else - if I ever encounter this football fuck, I'm gonna slap him across his face; and I promise you, there will be bruises." Mark smiled and Vaughn's violent promise; as rough as it was, he knew it was because Vaughn truly loved him.

They went back to eating, and Vaughn began to think about his own sexual history. He had realized that he liked men when he was about 13. That was around the time when he discovered masturbation, and he found that unlike other guys, who would steal their dad's girlie magazines or even lingerie catalogs out of the mail to look at; he was not the least bit turned on by the female form. What he did like was slim, young looking guys, the prettier the better. He never struggled with the idea of being gay - to him it wasn't a big deal. If that's the way it was, that's the way it was. He didn't give a fuck about what people thought about him anyway.

He remembered his first sexual experience clearly. There was an effeminate boy in his high school named Ben, who was in drama club. He was a huge flirt, with both boys and girls; always sitting in people's laps, running his fingers through people's hair, blowing kisses, that kind of thing. They were in ninth grade, and Vaughn avoided the guy like the plague, like he did with most people. But Ben was aggressive, and at the school's fall festival, had encountered him in a little dark corner of the school. Vaughn told him to fuck off, and the boy's eyes had twinkled mischievously. "Oh, I'll fuck off, all right," he had said. Then he swooped in and began tongue kissing Vaughn, who was too startled to resist. Ben quickly slipped his hand down the front of Vaughn's pants, stroking him expertly until he came in his hand. Someone came around the corner and nearly caught them, so they broke apart, and Vaughn actually left the party feeling a little bewildered.

The next day, Vaughn saw Denny, his arch nemesis, sitting on a bench with Ben and stroking his back in the park after school. They were talking with their heads bowed together. When Ben looked up and saw Vaughn, he turned up his nose, then grabbed Denny's face and started kissing him, his eyes glued on Vaughn. Vaughn just made a disgusted face, and stomped off. He didn't know what kind of game Ben was playing, but he wasn't interested in it.

From then on, sex to him was something you did quickly for fun; and when it was over, you didn't hang around or try to be friends with the person. That only led to complications. It was easy to find willing guys in a big city, especially near the university, where the guys were pretty open minded and free spirited. Vaughn was well aware that he was an attractive man; his body was fit and lean, his face wasn't half bad, guys always especially liked his unusual violet eyes, he was well hung, and even his potentially unfortunate premature graying only attracted more men, who called him the "silver fox."

The formula - fuck 'em and leave 'em - had worked well for him for over a decade. He was now 27, and Mark was truly the first person he had ever had a relationship with. He had never felt the urge to pair up with anyone until the submissive little blonde had snuck into his life. He laughed to himself when he remembered their first sexual encounter - how frightened Mark had looked as he cowered in front of Vaughn, apologizing. When he said he'd do anything to make it up to Vaughn, the cowboy had only been half kidding when he boldly suggested a blow job. Then when the boy had actually fallen to his knees and began doing it; Vaughn was actually pretty amazed. Mark had lingered afterwards, and Vaughn told him to go away; it wasn't because the blow job wasn't good - it was one of the best ever - it was just that Vaughn was used to dismissing his partners rather rudely. It wasn't personal, just the way he operated. When Mark had actually returned the next week, and silently dropped to his knees once more, and Vaughn realized that he wanted him for a second time, it was then that he realized something was different about the little blonde.

It could have been because Mark was quiet - he hated people who ran their mouth for no reason whatsoever. It could have been because Mark was one of the cutest little creatures he had ever seen - that thick blonde hair growing wild, his big green eyes, and that impish face. It could have been because Mark was totally submissive to him, doing anything and everything he wanted with hardly any hesitation. It was actually a combination of all those things and more. For the first time in his life, Vaughn felt loved by someone - truly loved, adored, and worshipped - and it made him feel contentment that he'd never known before. He gave Mark a little smile, which was returned by a big grin.

Vaughn reached out and stroked Mark's cheek. "Darlin'...I'm gonna take you home and fuck the hell out of you."

"Yay!" Mark finished off the last of his drink and stood up quickly. Vaughn smirked, stepping in and encircling his shoulders with one arm.

"And you'd better not dare fall asleep while I'm fucking you this time. That hurt my feelings." He gave a little sniff.

Mark yelped. "Really? I'm sorry! Oh no..."

Vaughn chuckled. "Just kidding. You're so gullible." He ruffled the little blonde's hair. They walked home briskly, Vaughn slapping Mark on the ass when no one was nearby, making Mark squeal and run a little ahead.

Once they got inside together, they began kissing passionately. Vaughn backed Mark towards the bed. "Wait," Mark said. Vaughn paused and looked at him quizzically, and Mark looked up at him meekly. "Can we do it in the shower?"

Vaughn smirked. "All right," he grunted, and Mark grinned and stripped off his clothes. Vaughn undressed at a slower pace, as Mark hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Vaughn entered after him, holding the bottle of lube.

"What's that for? It's going to be plenty wet in there," Mark said.

"Trust me," Vaughn grunted, and they stepped in together, the water having warmed up. Vaughn set the lube on the soap rack and leaned in, taking Mark's face in his hands and kissing him. Mark moaned happily into the kiss, his already slightly aroused manhood becoming fully erect and bumping against Vaughn's thigh. Vaughn broke away to kiss at his neck. "What made you want to fuck in the shower?"

Mark blushed. "I...I had a fantasy about it," he said evasively.

Vaughn keyed right in on what Mark was trying to hide. "You jerked off while thinking about it, huh?"

Mark gave a sheepish laugh. "Yeah...you're not mad, are you?"

Vaughn chuckled, kissing the little blonde's shoulder. "No. You're free to jerk off if I'm not around. As long as you save enough for me. I'd be pretty insulted if I was fucking you and your dick was just flopping around, already worn out."

Mark murmured. "No, that won't happen...it gets hard when you're in me. I don't know why."

"It's because you belong to me, and I want it that way. That's why." Vaughn slid his wet hands up and down Mark's sides. He marveled at how enticingly slim and petite the boy was. Though Mark's short stature was going to be a problem in just a moment. Vaughn spun Mark around, pushing him up against the shower wall a little out of reach of the water's flow. Mark sighed with happiness as his fantasy began to play out in real life. Vaughn grabbed the lube and coated himself liberally in it, and he prepared to move into position. then he gave a dry laugh.

"Darlin'. This ain't gonna work."

Mark made a noise of surprise. "Why not?"

"Because. You're a tiny little thing, and I'm not. We can't do it standing up." He thumped his erection against Mark's middle back, where it came to when they were both standing. Mark sighed with disappointment, and Vaughn thought quickly. "Wait, let's try this," he said suddenly. He wheeled Mark around, then hoisted him up by the waist. Mark squealed a little, but wrapped his arms around Vaughn's neck and his legs around his waist. Vaughn held onto him firmly, pushing him up against the wall, then guided him down carefully onto his length. Mark panted as the tip began to breach him, then exhaled as he slipped down all the way on it, propelled by gravity.

They both moaned and rocked together for a moment. "Oh...fuck...you're always so perfect," Vaughn groaned. He gave three quick thrusts. "I can't ever get enough of fucking you." Mark sighed happily, squeezing his muscles rhythmically. "Am I hitting you in the right place, darlin'?" Vaughn asked him.

"Mmmmm..." Mark moaned. "A little...like that...oh! Yes yes yes!" he yelped suddenly. Vaughn grunted and slid himself artfully in the exact same way over and over. Mark cried out in sheer ecstasy as his dick pulsed with powerful pleasure, feeling ready to burst at any second. "Vaughn!" he cried, and his release burst forth from him, then dribbled down onto his body. Vaughn groaned in satisfaction, then proceeded to drill the little blonde just how he wanted to.

"I'm gonna come inside of you, Mark...make me come." Mark squeezed himself tight around Vaughn's girth over and over. "Oh, fuck, that's it, oh my fucking god!" Vaughn exclaimed through gritted teeth, then exploded deep inside. He groaned and thrust erratically for some time, then slowed his pace, gave a long exhale, then let his little lover down carefully.

They kissed under the warm flow of the water, Vaughn stooping slightly to reach Mark's mouth. He ran his fingers through Mark's hair. "That was a good idea, little darlin'," he breathed at Mark. "You're always so much fun." Mark just smiled happily and pressed his face into Vaughn's chest, sighing with satisfaction.