Brokeback Island

Author's Note: Ha! I got some pretty strong reactions to Vaughn's mother in the comments. She was a hoot. Well, that, like a lot of my story events, is based in real life. My now mother in law, on the very first time meeting me, when her son and I had been dating a mere 4 days, said, "Call me Mom!" I was like o_o. I later found out it was because she was overjoyed that her son actually had a girlfriend - apparently, he hadn't had one in 2 years. (Shyness.) Well, but she predicted it right, since we ended up married. And yes (Mr. Yunakitty will kill me for divulging this) his mother showed a nude baby picture of him to me, and told me about how he used to tug and yank on that thing all day long. She was only 17 when she had him, and she was scared to death he was going to damage it. Ha! Well, he didn't. Obviously not, or I wouldn't be the lemon queen. ^o^

I loled myself when writing Vaughn's mom saying "weewee in a no no hole." That's such a mommy thing to say, and it's fitting that his mother would have as loose of a mouth as he does. The profanities are babied down, but it's still incredibly open. Heh. Anyway. I meant to mention Vaughn's father more - like a grim portrait on him on the wall, staring down and disapproving at everyone from beyond the grave. I picture him with jet black hair and a mean, hard face. I'll either go back to change the last chapter sometime, or I'll put it in some future chapter. Maybe there will be another holiday Vaughn has to go home for, and they have to stay the night. Oh! Imagine that the scary portrait (like something out of the Haunted Mansion) is hanging in the guest bedroom where they stay, and Vaughn wants to get it on, but Mark is hypnotized by the scary face staring down on him. Ha ha! Well, anyway, on with this chapter for the time being. Oh yes! It's been asked when I'm going to continue with Will and Denny's adventures - soon, I tell you. I have it partially written in bits and pieces, just need to string together the lemon into a coherent story. On with the show!
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The next morning, Vaughn showered as Mark buzzed around the kitchen, making him breakfast. Vaughn looked down on the rather impressive erection he was sporting, and considered taking care of it while he was still in the shower. Then he thought of a better idea, turning off the water and stepping out. He dried himself off, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Smirking as he stepped out into the kitchen area, he sat down at the table in his towel. "Hey, little darlin'. I've got a little problem here."

Mark turned around quickly, holding a spatula, his mouth open in surprise. He looked at Vaughn just as he opened the towel and exposed his erection. Vaughn smirked. "What are we going to do about this?"

Mark murmured happily as he set the cooking utensil aside and walked forward. He sank to his knees in front of Vaughn's chair. "Oh, I can take care of this," he whispered, placing his hands on Vaughn's thighs, then took it inside his mouth. Vaughn groaned in pleasure, letting his head fall back as he ran his fingers through Mark's blonde hair. Mark bobbed his head up and down energetically, giving a rather amazing performance for it being so early in the morning.

It didn't take long before Vaughn was grunting erratically and thrusting his hips upwards, releasing in Mark's mouth. Mark pulled away and swallowed, a coy smile on his face as he wiped his lips delicately. "What a yummy breakfast," he purred. Vaughn just chuckled softly, then moved to get dressed as Mark returned to the kitchen to finish cooking.

Mark went down to work at the coffee shop later that morning. He was having a good day, talking and laughing with the customers and with Greta. There was a pile of dishes to be done at one point, and he scuttled back to the big stainless steel sink, filling it up and setting to work.

When he reemerged from washing about half an hour later, his heart about sank in his chest when he beheld the couple sitting on the loveseat right across from the register. It was Jeff, his ex boyfriend, and Christie, the cheerleader that Jeff was having a sham relationship with just to appear straight. Apparently, they had lasted a while, because it had been almost two years since that awful Valentine's Day. Mark just stayed stuck in place as he observed them. Christie was talking animatedly, using her hands; the flow of speech never ceasing. Jeff was fidgeting and playing with his cell phone, not even trying to look like he was listening to her. He looked the same as ever, his wavy auburn hair thick and full, the sprinkling of freckles across his nose exactly as it had always looked.

Mark just shook his head, then turned to Greta, who told him she had to step out for a minute. "There's hardly anyone in here, just that couple. You can handle it. I've got to get to the bank and straighten out a few things. Shouldn't take more than half an hour, and this is the slowest time." Mark just nodded, then sighed as he watched her go.

Mark slipped around the counter as casually as he could, moving to a far end of the cafe to wipe down some tables, keeping his face turned away. On the way back, he cringed when he heard Christie's voice cry out in his direction. "Oh my God! Look who it is! Gay Mark!" Mark sighed heavily and stopped, turning to face her. He looked at her with a bored expression on his face. She continued. "I can't believe it! I didn't know you came to live in the city! Last I heard, you had to move out to some hick island because your grandma went crazy and they had to sell your house to pay to put her in a nursing home. Right?" Mark just stared at her. "Hello?" She waved her hand, trying to get a reaction out of him. "Geez, I knew you were a fag, but I didn't know you were retarded too! Huh. Anyway, Jeff and I go to the university. Guess you couldn't afford to go, huh?"

Mark then turned his gaze to Jeff, who squirmed a little under the expressionless face Mark was giving him. "So, uh, 'sup, Mark?" Mark didn't answer.

Christie burst into giggles. "Look at the way he's looking at you, Jeff! He's speechless! I always told you that he was sweet on you!"

Jeff gave a hollow laugh. "Ugh. Gross." Mark just made a noise of disgust and turned to go.

"Bye bye, gay boy! Say hi to your crazy grandma for me, if she's still alive!" Christie laughed after him.

Something snapped inside of Mark, and he wheeled around. "Hey, Christie, does Jeff still have those two little birthmarks right above his dick?"

Christie reeled back, while Jeff's eyes about bugged out of his head. He quickly stuttered out a lie. "Tch. Fag. Looking at me in the locker room!" He laughed weakly.

Mark turned on him. "Now how could that be? Football players didn't have gym with regular students, did they?" Jeff flinched, and Christie's mouth fell open. "I was never in a locker room with you. You know exactly how I know that. Shall I enlighten her?" Jeff shook his head imperceptibly, while Christie looked back and forth between them. Mark eyed Christie with a steely gaze. "I know that because I saw it about a hundred times, every time I ever sucked his dick."

Jeff gasped, while Christie let out a screech. "You're lying!" she hissed.

"Yeah, sure I am. I just thought you oughta know that your boyfriend is one of those fags you hate so much. Have a nice day, bitch." He turned on his heels and stormed off behind the counter, hearing Christie railing at Jeff while he protested uselessly. He went into the kitchen, leaning against the wall and trying to catch his breath. His heart was about to pound out of his chest, and he was very glad that Greta had stepped out for a minute, so that she didn't have to witness his bad behavior. He just couldn't help himself. It was when Christie insulted his grandma that he couldn't take it anymore.

Mark composed himself, then took a deep breath and stepped out of the kitchen. He sighed in relief when he saw that Jeff and Christie were gone. He went over to the table by the loveseat, bending down to pick up their discarded dishes. He felt someone tap him on the back, and he stood up and turned around. He was stunned as a hand made contact with his face, hard; and the coffee cup he had been holding fell from his hand to the ground, shattering.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he touched his burning cheek and faced Jeff. "More of this?" he spat angrily, stepping back.

Jeff just stepped closer, looming over him and putting his finger in his face. "I oughta kill you, you little fag. You have no right to tell ANYBODY my private business." He was absolutely seething with anger.

Mark's voice wavered, but he held himself together, not wanting to break down into tears in front of Jeff. "It's my business too, remember? Just leave me alone," he said, trying to step to the side. "Go back to your fake girlfriend." The tears wouldn't stay back, and rolled down his face with abandon.

Jeff gave a deep sigh. Mark's tears had always gotten to him. "Hey," he said softly. "I'm not saying that I never cared about you. I'm just pissed right now. You really embarrassed me there. But you know," he stepped closer and spoke even softer, "I never stopped thinking about you. In fact, I have to think about you to come when I'm doing it with her."

Mark made a disgusted face. "I don't want to know that."

Jeff continued talking. "It's true. And I had no idea you were living in the same city as me. Hey, why don't we get together later for old time's sake?" His eyes glittered with unmistakable intent.

Mark scoffed. "Please. I have absolutely no interest in that." He straightened up. "I have a real man now. One who's not ashamed to be with me, and who is much, much better in bed than you could ever dream of being." He reeled back as Jeff quickly slapped him across the face again. He wailed as he held his cheek. "I hate you!"

Jeff looked apologetic. "Baby, I didn't mean to do that. But you shouldn't say stuff like that to piss me off. You know I can't control myself."

"Get out." Mark's voice was shaking. "Don't ever come back."

Jeff just stepped closer to him. "Baby, please. Come on. It can be like it used to be. I need you. I miss you."

"Well, I don't miss you! Go away!" But Jeff wouldn't leave, and Mark began to cry. "Go away!"

"Come on, just give me a kiss for old time's sake," Jeff pleaded, backing him into a corner.

"No!" Mark yelled, struggling against him.

"God, you drive me crazy!" Jeff growled. He grabbed Mark roughly by the shoulders, shaking him. Mark whimpered and prayed for someone, anyone to step into the shop and interrupt.

"What the fuck!?"

When Mark heard that unmistakable voice, his heart leapt. "Vaughn!" he sobbed, looking at his silver haired boyfriend standing in the doorway, an expression of rage and disbelief on his face.

In a few long strides, Vaughn was right there. He grabbed Jeff by the collar, yanking him away from Mark and tossing him aside like a rag doll. Jeff landed sideways on the couch, looking seriously frightened of the enraged cowboy. Vaughn leaned over him, grabbing him by the neck. "Who the fuck are you?" he hissed.

Jeff struggled to speak, but Mark was already talking. "It's Jeff! The football fuck! And he slapped me twice just now and I broke a coffee cup and he says he wants to get back together and then he was trying to kiss me and I hate him!" The words tumbled out of Mark's mouth in a confused jumble.

Vaughn narrowed his eyes at the cowering young man. "Oh, so you're the one who likes to slap people. I wonder if you'll like getting slapped as much?" He brought one arm back and slapped him hard across the mouth, then repeated the action over and over again until Jeff's lip was bloody. He paused to hiss at him some more. "I already wanted to hurt you when I heard that you used to slap my little darlin', but you have the fucking audacity to slap him now?" He switched the hand he was holding Jeff with, and then gave him three more quick slaps on the other side of his face. "You're one dumb fuck." Vaughn slapped him twice more and then shoved him to the ground. "Get out. If I ever see your face again I'll fucking kill you." Jeff staggered a little, practically having to crawl out of the cafe, while Vaughn turned to Mark and embraced him.

Mark trembled and cried into Vaughn's chest. "There, there, darlin'," Vaughn said soothingly. "It's all right."

Mark looked up at him, his cheeks stained with tears. "I can't believe you're here," he whispered.

Vaughn gave a short laugh. "Auction house had to close early so they could do some repairs to the plumbing, and I thought I'd surprise you. Looks like I showed up just in time." He pulled his hat down over his eyes, smirking a little.

Mark gazed at him in adoration. "You're my hero." Vaughn just chuckled and stroked his cheek.

"Darlin', this is the second time now that I've had to save you from fuck ups that wanted to do bad stuff to you. Maybe you're too cute to let out in public."

"Maybe," Mark said, pressing his face into Vaughn's shirt. Vaughn stroked his back reassuringly, then Greta returned to the shop. Mark decided not to tell her what happened, because maybe she would start thinking along the same lines as Vaughn, that Mark was too cute to work there. He made up some excuse about the broken cup, cleaning it up as Vaughn settled on the couch, waiting out the rest of Mark's shift.

"Come on," he said as Mark put away his apron and prepared to leave. "I need to go and buy a new jacket. It's starting to get cold outside. You need one too. Can't have you freezing to death." Mark nodded and slipped his hand inside of Vaughn's, as they headed towards the department store where Mark had gotten his new clothes.

When they stepped inside, they were quickly greeted by Alex. "Welcome, welcome," he purred, then yanked Mark away at the soonest possible opportunity. "That's your sugar daddy?" Mark nodded. "Boy, that's not a sugar daddy, that's a sugar god! Heaven help me!" He fanned himself comically. "You better hold onto that one with all your might. Do anything he wants, and I mean anything. If he wants to tie you up and spank you, do it!"

Mark giggled. "Oh, he does, and I do. Don't worry about that."

Alex gave him a little high five. "Oh my god you are awesome!" he squealed, all in one breath. "Wow. Um, anyway, what brings you here today? In the market for more hot clothes?"

Mark shook his head. "Sort of. We both need a jacket." He jerked his head over at Vaughn, who was disinterestedly thumbing through a rack of coats in a nearby section.

Alex smiled. "I've got something perfect in mind for you, and I can definitely find him something worthy of his hotness. You know," he paused, grabbing Mark by the forearm, "If you guys ever want to have a threesome, I am so available."

Mark laughed and shook his head. "No, we don't do that anymore."

"Anymore? You mean it was happening and I missed out? Damn it! I have the worst luck!" He sighed, rolling his eyes, then put his hands on his hips. "Well, whatever. Here's the jacket I think you'd look good in." He took Mark over to a mannequin wearing a white denim jacket.

"Um, I don't know. It seems like white would get dirty really easily," Mark said skeptically.

"If you're a person who rolls around in dirt!" Alex snorted. "Come on, try it on. Chop chop." He removed the smallest size they had from the hanger and handed it to Mark. Mark put it on and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Oh, it's cute," he breathed, turning this way and that to look at his reflection.

"Told you so," Alex said smugly. "Okay, let's show it to your sugar god and then get him his own jacket, shall we?" Mark nodded, and they headed over to Vaughn. "What do you think?" Alex purred, gesturing to Mark's new garment. Vaughn grunted in what seemed like approval. "Okay, so now we need to find you a coat, huh?" Vaughn turned a pair of bored eyes on him and sighed heavily. "Let me guess - shopping is not your thing?" Vaughn shrugged. "Okay, I'll find you something perfect. Leave it to me." Alex hummed to himself as he led them to another section.

"You have to shop in the tall section, honey," Alex explained. He quickly swooped in and plucked four different jackets off of the rack. "Here you go." He held out one to Vaughn, who reluctantly took it and turned towards a mirror, trying it on. Alex leaned in to Mark. "He sure is the strong and silent type, huh? He's not mute, is he?"

Mark laughed softly. "No, he talks. Just not if he doesn't have to." Vaughn then had the jacket on, and he grunted. Mark and Alex appraised him in the slightly glossy black leather jacket.

"No," Vaughn grunted. He shrugged out of it, and Mark took it from him, hanging it back up as Alex handed Vaughn another one. He slipped into the soft brown leather jacket, then nodded. "This one," he said shortly.

"Oh, but I have a few more you could try on," Alex offered.

"This one," Vaughn repeated, handing it to Mark, who smiled at Alex. He rang them up, and then Vaughn exited as silently as he came, Mark hurrying along beside him.

Alex watched them go, shaking his head slightly. "What a cute couple," he sighed. "When am I going to find a man like that?" He turned his attention back to folding some sweaters.

"Excuse me." A soft, rich voice made Alex snap to attention. He looked up to face a swooningly handsome black haired man in a lab coat and scrubs. "I need a new suit for a medical fundraiser I have to go to tonight."

Alex turned on the charm. "Oh, I can definitely help you with that. A gorgeous man like you is easy to dress."

Much to his delight, the man blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Really? You think so?" He smiled a little bashfully at Alex.

Alex tossed his head in delight. "Oh yes, I definitely think so." He gave the man a seductive look. "Let's get started. I'm Alex, by the way."

The man gave a little gasp. "That's my name too!" he said.

Alex placed a hand on his chest. "Oh my! Well, nice to meet you, Alex," he purred. "Isn't that interesting?" They smiled at each other.

Outside, Vaughn was slipping into his recently purchased jacket. He popped the tags off quickly, and deposited them in a trash can as he passed. Mark already had his on. "You know that guy?" Vaughn asked.

Mark nodded. "Mmm hmm. He's the one that helped me pick out all my new clothes."

"Oh."

"Why? You didn't sleep with him before, did you?"

Vaughn snorted. "No." He thought for a minute. "Well, I don't think so. Maybe."

Mark just laughed and shook his head. "No, I don't think you did. He didn't act like he knew you."

Vaughn shrugged. "Maybe I was forgettable."

Mark scoffed at that. "Impossible. Nobody could forget getting rammed by that monster." He jerked his thumb towards Vaughn's crotch, and the cowboy had to chuckle at that.

"Monster, huh?"

Mark's cheeks reddened. "Well, I mean...you know...it's pretty huge. Not that it doesn't feel good! But, yeah. You couldn't ever forget it." He smiled up at Vaughn, who just smirked. "Plus, it'd be kind of hard to forget that you got fucked by a guy with silver hair."

Vaughn chuckled. "I guess." Mark edged up a little closer to him, bumping his arm into Vaughn's side. Vaughn smirked and took Mark's little hand. "Brrr! Your fingers are freezing!"

"Well, you know what they say. Cold hands, warm heart."

Vaughn just shrugged. "You must have a really warm heart."

"Yeah, I do. Warm enough to love you and your big monster." Mark giggled when Vaughn rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile. They reached the apartment and went in. They both took off their jackets and hung them in the small closet right by the couch. Mark turned back to face Vaughn, and squealed as the cowboy hoisted him up over his shoulder and carried him to the bed. He laid him down, and Mark giggled as Vaughn's fingers worked at his button and zipper.

"I owe you one, you know," Vaughn explained briefly, and Mark remembered that morning.

"Oh, but you don't have to just because - " Mark broke off in a yelp as Vaughn took him in his mouth. "Oh, oh, oh, Vaughn..." He melted back into the bed as Vaughn sucked him, making his manhood harden very rapidly. Vaughn slid his fingers over Mark in conjunction with his mouth, and then suddenly slipped his hand lower. He pressed two wet fingers up against Mark's entrance, then inserted them as he continued to work Mark with his mouth. Mark cried out in pleasurable surprise, and began to tremble. "Oh, Vaughn, I...I can't take it..." He gave a low moan, and then he was exploding, his release pulsing out into Vaughn's mouth.

Vaughn pulled away, smirking as he watched Mark writhe helplessly on the bed. Vaughn swallowed without even thinking about it. Before Mark, he had never swallowed another man's semen, let alone even given another man a blow job. He was the epitome of a top - only on the receiving end of oral gratification, and only on the giving end of anal sex. Mark was the first person he had ever even considered returning the favor for, at least in terms of oral sex. He briefly mused the other issue, then shook his head. There was no way anyone, not even his little darling, was going to fuck him in the ass. He almost laughed out loud as he imagined Mark trying to mount and fuck him. The image seemed comical.

Below him, Mark smoothed his slightly sweaty hair out of his eyes and smiled up at him. "What're you thinking about?" he asked.

"Nothing," Vaughn grunted. He leaned down and kissed Mark on his lips.

Mark just smiled up at him in appreciation. "I love you," he breathed.

"Love you too," Vaughn grunted, kissing him once more. "Now, what's for dinner?" he asked, pulling up from the bed.

Mark giggled and fixed his pants. "Anything you want."