Brokeback Island

That evening, Vaughn came up behind Mark as he cooked dinner. "Smells good. What is it?" Vaughn asked as he squeezed lightly at Mark's hips.

Mark turned his head back to look up at him. "Carrot surprise," he teased, laughing at Vaughn's disgusted expression. "No! I'm just kidding. It's cream stew."

"Mmm." He leaned down to nuzzle Mark's neck. "My favorite." His lips brushed past Mark's ear. "You're a great little slave." Mark murmured happily as he continued to stir. It was soon ready, and they ate in comfortable silence. Vaughn finished his bowl and looked across the table seriously at Mark.

Mark flushed a little. "What? Do I have something on my face?" he asked, a little worried.

Vaughn snorted. "No. I was just thinking. I like that you don't mind being quiet. So many people talk just to talk. It gets on my fucking nerves. But you, you know when to shut up."

"Thanks, I think." Mark pursed his lips, trying not to laugh. He just looked down and continued eating.

After dinner was over, Vaughn relaxed on the couch with a beer, while Mark disappeared into the bathroom. A while passed, and Vaughn got up and headed that way to use it. He chuckled to himself at the sight inside - Mark was up to his ears in a tub full of bubbles. "Oh!" Mark exclaimed when Vaughn entered.

"A bubble bath? Seriously? Aren't those for girls?"

Mark huffed. "Well, if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the most manly man there ever was." Vaughn just chuckled, unzipping his pants and preparing to pee. "What are you doing?" Mark yelped. "Don't pee in front of me!"

"Why not?" Vaughn looked truly baffled.

"It's...it's just not right."

"Darlin'...I think we're past the point where we can go to the bathroom in front of each other."

Mark sunk down further into the bubbles. "No. I don't think so," he said quietly. Vaughn just smirked and started peeing. "Augh!" Mark said, closing his eyes and clapping his wet hands over his ears.

"Psh." Vaughn was amused by his antics. "You're lucky I'm not pissing on you." Mark looked at him, horrified. "Joking, I'm just joking," Vaughn said. "Sheesh." He smirked as he finished up and zipped himself away. "But you know, I thought you said I could do anything to you."

Mark turned crimson. "Anything within reason," he whimpered.

"And what exactly does that mean?"

Mark lifted up one bubble covered hand to tick off several things. "No going to the bathroom on each other. No punching or hitting in the face, or kicking. No body mutilation."

Vaughn chuckled and mused Mark's rather specific list. "That's fair. Glad to know the rules," he snorted.

Mark looked at him, open mouthed and doleful. "But...but...you're not upset with me, are you? For having limits? I know I'm supposed to be your slave and do everything you say, but..."

Vaughn shrugged, his hands on his hips. "Well, this whole slave and master thing is a game. It's supposed to be fun for both of us. So if I was doing stuff you didn't feel comfortable with, what fun would that be for you?" Mark nodded a little. "Besides, I don't really want to piss on you. I hate the idea of making a mess like that. Someone's got to clean that up." Mark smiled. Vaughn always worried about what kind of mess something would make. It was why there were boxes of tissues all over the apartment - so that some would always be within reach to mop up the byproduct of their sex.

Vaughn chuckled and washed his hands, then exited the bathroom. Mark finished up his bath, then changed into his pajamas. Vaughn raised an eyebrow at that. "Hmm? Not going to sleep in nothing but your panties anymore?"

"It's getting too cold for that," Mark said, walking over to the couch and snuggling up to him.

"But it'll be harder for me to get at your ass," Vaughn grunted.

"I'm sorry. But I can't just freeze to death. And you know, I can get out of these in less than 3 seconds. So don't worry." He pressed his face into Vaughn's side, then looked up and spoke. "Guess what? My birthday is next week. I won't be a teenager anymore."

"Is that so?" Vaughn mused this. "So what, you want a party or something?"

Mark waved his hands in protest. "No! Of course not! I don't expect that." He snuggled closer to Vaughn. "I'm just glad I'll have someone to tell me happy birthday at all."

Vaughn made a noise of surprise. "What do you mean?"

Mark sighed. "Last year was pretty rough. After Grandma had to go in the nursing home, there was no way I could pay the bills for the house. It got foreclosed on, and I was left with like, nothing. I didn't have a lot of options, so I went to this place called Job Corp for teenagers. It was like, slave camp. We did chores and got sent off on temp job type things to pay for our room and board. I was terrified of the other guys there. So, last year, I spent my birthday hiding in my little closet of a room all night. Fun." He sighed. "I wanted to do ANYTHING instead of Job Corp, which is why I ended up on the boat with Taro and his family."

Vaughn pulled his little darling closer, feeling sorry for the boy, and wanting to make it better. "Well, I'll tell you what. How about we both take the day off and do whatever you want?"

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

Vaughn chuckled. "Of course, darlin'."

Mark clapped his hands gleefully. "Yay!"

The week went by slowly for Mark - he was so excited, he thought he was going to burst. Then the day finally arrived and he woke up bright and early, full of energy. Vaughn just groaned and held the squirming boy close to his body. "Settle down," he grunted, his eyes barely open. "We got the day off - why don't we sleep in?"

"I'm too excited to sleep in," Mark breathed. He wriggled in Vaughn's arms.

"Stay still," Vaughn commanded, "or I'm going to have to spank your ass." Mark began wiggling frantically. "That's it," Vaughn grunted. He sat up quickly, pinning Mark facedown on the bed, then popped him on the bottom three times. Mark just cried out happily. "Aren't you a bad boy?" Vaughn hissed as he rolled onto Mark's back. "Having to get spanked on your birthday."

"Very bad," Mark whispered, moaning a little as Vaughn began to grind against his back. He could feel that Vaughn was sporting a rather impressive erection, and the thought of it got him hard as well.

"Ohhh..." Vaughn groaned, rubbing his length against Mark's round, firm little ass through his pajamas. "I think you're about to get fucked hard." He leaned in and breathed into Mark's ear.

"Happy birthday to me," Mark said, wiggling up at Vaughn to encourage him. Vaughn responded with a grunt, tugging Mark's pajama bottoms down to bare his ass. He was already nude, and he pressed his erection in between Mark's perfect little ass cheeks. He leaned down and kissed at the back of Mark's neck as he teased him by rubbing himself against him. Mark began to whimper with need. "I want you," he moaned desperately.

"Can't deny the birthday boy," Vaughn grunted, reaching out one long arm to reach the lube on the bedside table. He dribbled some out onto his length, then spread it out evenly. Then he took himself in hand, angling the tip down to bump up against Mark's tight little entrance. Mark sighed happily, and then took a deep breath as Vaughn began to penetrate.

"Oh, Vaughn," he moaned, pressing his forehead into the bed. Vaughn buried himself deeper and deeper, filling up Mark completely. Then he began to move, thrusting into his little lover. Mark mewed happily, enjoying the sensation of being stretched so fully. His hardness was pressed underneath his abdomen, aching and tingling more with each thrust. After a few minutes of slow fucking, he moaned out, "Let me get on top of you," to Vaughn.

Vaughn grunted and withdrew, rolling onto his back. Mark clambered on top of him, straddling his hips and reaching down to guide Vaughn's manhood back inside. He moaned in sheer ecstasy as Vaughn slid back inside of him, then worked himself up and down on Vaughn's length. Vaughn reached out and encircled Mark's throbbing erection with his hand, pumping it masterfully. Mark began to pant raggedly. "Oh, oh..." he moaned. "That's it...oh!" His body tightened up around Vaughn as he began to burst with pleasure. His release pulsed out, then dribbled down onto Vaughn's hand.

Vaughn growled with satisfaction, then rocked himself faster up into Mark, finding his own climax moments later. Mark fell forward, resting his head on Vaughn's chest, and sighed with contentment as he listened to his lover's heart pound. Vaughn wrapped his arms around Mark, and closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. They stayed together for a few moments, then came apart to clean up.

They fell back together on the bed. Mark smiled as he rested his head on Vaughn's shoulder and traced his fingertips over Vaughn's chest. "That was your birthday present," Vaughn grunted.

"Was it? I hope you got a gift receipt, because it was too big." Mark pressed his lips together to keep from laughing as he looked up at Vaughn, who rolled his eyes.

"Huh," he grunted. "Too big? You seemed like you were enjoying it just fine."

"I was. I'm just kidding," Mark said, planting a barrage of kisses on Vaughn's face. He sat up and swung a leg over Vaughn's waist. "So, what are we doing next?"

"Fucking again, if you keep sitting on my dick like that." Mark laughed and scooted forward. They got a shower together, then set out to get some lunch.

"Well, it's your birthday, so you pick," Vaughn grunted.

Mark clasped his hands together. "Pizza!" They headed downtown, towards the university. When they passed the sushi bar, Mark pointed at it. "Maybe we can have sushi for dinner."

"Maybe," Vaughn said. They reached Pizza Den and entered, but Mark quickly gasped and turned back towards the door. "What's wrong?"

Mark was extremely fidgety. "I don't want pizza anymore," he said in a small voice. Vaughn furrowed his brow in confusion, then looked around the place, grunting when he saw what was making Mark upset. There was Jeff, sitting by the wall with his girlfriend. Mark was tugging on Vaughn's arm. "Let's just go," he whispered.

"No," Vaughn said firmly. "It's your birthday. Just stay here." Mark stayed in place near the doorway while Vaughn strode forward. He reached the table, placing his his hands on it as he leaned towards them. "What a small world," he grunted. "Get out."

Jeff, who still had a series of ugly yellowing bruises across his face, flinched and immediately began standing up. But Christie had no idea who Vaughn was, and balked at his out of the blue demand. "Who are you?" she sneered, flipping her long blonde hair to the side.

"It's Mark's boyfriend," Jeff murmured. "Let's just go."

"No! I don't have to leave just because some stupid fags want to eat here!" Vaughn turned his withering gaze on her, and she shrunk back a little.

"Come on, Christie," Jeff urged through gritted teeth.

Christie made a sour face. "Listen to your fake boyfriend, you dumb bitch," Vaughn grunted.

She huffed up. "I don't know what your little fag has been saying, but Jeff is not gay. Mark's just saying that because he's jealous or something." She was clearly in full blown denial.

"Jealous? Really?" Vaughn leaned in closer, eyeing Jeff. "What was it you said to Mark yesterday? Something about how you have to think about him to come when you're fucking her?" Jeff blanched, as Christie bristled up.

"Fine, we're leaving!" she screeched. "I don't have to sit here and be insulted by some gay cowboy." She made a huffing noise and then stood up abruptly, her chair making a loud scraping noise across the floor. She stomped towards the exit, abandoning her meal, as Jeff followed behind her meekly. Mark turned away a little as they approached. Christie paused to hiss at him. "You've got a lot of nerve, you stupid little faggot. I hope you and your fucking grandma die and go to hell."

She sneered at him as she went to leave, but due to not watching where she was going, she tripped and pitched forward. There was a loud smack as her face hit the polished terrazzo floor. Mark looked down at her, aghast, as she sat up, blood running out of her mouth. "I think I broke a tooth!" she wailed, and Mark had to hold back his gleeful laughter as Vaughn took him by the hand, leading him to a table.

"That's called karma," Vaughn grunted as Jeff helped Christie to her feet and hurried her outside. "Well, anyway, mushrooms?" Mark nodded, and they proceeded on with his birthday lunch as if nothing had happened.

They went out to the park afterwards, just sitting quietly and watching the leaves fall from the trees. Mark wormed himself up to Vaughn, pressing his body as close as he could get it without actually sitting on him. He pushed his face up against Vaughn's side and breathed deeply. Vaughn nudged him. "Hey," he grunted. "Wanna go pick out a birthday present?"

"Like what?"

Vaughn shrugged. "I don't know. Anything you want."

Mark's eyes twinkled. "Something from the sex shop?"

Vaughn chuckled. "Is that really what you want?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, let's go." He stood up, pulling Mark by the hand, and they headed for Romantica together.

Betty, the saleslady, cackled when she saw them walk in. She hustled over, as fast as her old bones would take her. "And what can I help you with today?" she wheezed.

"It's my birthday!" Mark breathed.

"Well, well, happy birthday. You don't look a day over twelve, kid. So anyway, let's make your birthday special. How about some nipple clamps?" She picked up a rather fierce looking pair and snapped them at him.

Mark squeaked and shook his head. "I just want to look around a little bit." Betty nodded and retreated into the background. Mark walked around, fingering things absentmindedly, and Vaughn just followed him. Mark picked up a rather impressive dildo, shaking it back and forth to make the silicone jiggle.

"That what you want?" Vaughn grunted.

Mark set it down. "No. Why would I want that? I already have a real one at home." Vaughn smiled to himself as Mark began to hum, looking through a rack of gay porn movies. "All Tied Up," he read off one cover. It showed a very disgruntled looking, yet handsome man in a big ten gallon hat, holding a rope while three pretty young men cowered in the background. He turned it over to peruse the description. "Oh! This sounds good!" he exclaimed. Vaughn chuckled at him, rolling his eyes. Mark thrust it into his hands. "This is what I want."

"Are you sure? You barely looked around." Mark nodded energetically. "All right," Vaughn chuckled. He reached out and grabbed another title off the shelf. "Spank You. Huh. Let's get that one too." Mark giggled quietly, blushing a little. Vaughn took the videos over to Betty at the counter and paid for them.

"Ohhh...this is a good one," Betty said, nodding approvingly at All Tied Up as she slid it into a brown paper bag. "Those boys get fucked hard."

"She's a little strange," Vaughn commented as they walked out. Mark giggled and nodded, then they set out for home. Vaughn looked at his watch. "Hmm...it's not nearly dinner time yet. You wanna go to the cafe and get a slice of cake? It can be like your birthday cake."

"Oh, yes," Mark said happily. They headed there hand in hand, Mark gleeful that he would actually get cake this year. He was not prepared for what he saw when they entered the cafe.

"SURPRISE!" Mark squeaked as people jumped out of every possible hiding place. Julia and Elliot were there, of course Greta was there, several of the regulars were there, even Alex and his new boyfriend Alex were there. Julia rushed up to Mark. "Happy birthday, cutie!" she said, giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

Mark stared open mouthed around the room. There were balloons and streamers, and a pretty little cake sat on a table in the middle of the room. He finally closed his mouth and smiled softly. "Wow," he said. Vaughn stood with his arms folded, smirking. Mark looked up at him. "Did you do this?" he asked.

Vaughn furrowed his brow, pulling his hat down on his head. "No...uh, Julia did it all. She's good at this kind of crap." Mark nodded and thanked Julia. She urged him over to the birthday cake, where Elliot lit the candles and everyone began to sing Happy Birthday. Towards the end of the song, Mark felt his eyes welling up with tears. He managed to blow out his candles, but then began bawling, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes as the tears fell freely down his cheeks.

"What's wrong, honey?" Greta asked, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Mark sniffled. "I'm so happy," he sobbed. "Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before."

"Well, you deserve it," Julia said. "You're a sweet kid." She continued, mumbling a little. "And you keep my asshole cousin happy, so that makes you a saint."

"I heard that," Vaughn grunted. Everybody laughed.

Mark wiped his eyes on his sleeve, and then managed a smile. "Okay, let's eat cake!" he exclaimed. Greta helped him cut it up, and everyone had a slice. "Chocolate on chocolate," Mark commented, eating happily. "How'd you know I like chocolate, Julia?" Julia laughed, casting a glance at Vaughn, who shrugged. Mark just continued to eat his cake happily. Everyone visited for a while, talking casually.

Julia eyed the brown paper bag Mark laid down on the table earlier. She peeked at the DVD that was poking out. "All Tied Up?" She couldn't resist pulling it out. She read aloud, "Three naughty twinks who trespass on a ranch find themselves at the mercy of an angry, horny cowboy who gets them all tied up. Plenty of raw, rough ass action- what the hell is this? Is this a movie about Vaughn?" Mark squawked and tried to get it away from her, while Vaughn pulled his hat as low over his eyes as it would go.

"That's my birthday present," Mark breathed, as he retrieved it from Julia's hands. He hugged it to his chest, blushing. Julia picked up the paper bag, which still had another item in it.

"Spank You, huh?" she said, peeking into the bag. She quickly pulled it out, exposing the cover, which featured a young man with a very red bare ass being paddled. "My my my...you two are interesting," she said, shaking her head. "I guess we can forgo the old tradition of spanking the birthday boy - looks like Vaughn has it covered!"

Vaughn snatched it away from her. "Knock it off, Julia," he grunted. Everyone giggled a little, while Mark blushed madly. "You're embarrassing him," Vaughn pointed out, frowning.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Mark! I was just joking. Hey, maybe I'll borrow that movie to watch?" Elliot shook his head frantically. "Or maybe not. Elliot doesn't look up for 'rough ass action'." Mark had to laugh at that.

When they were leaving, Julia edged over to Mark. "Mark, you oughta know...Vaughn's trying to get me to take all the credit for this, because he doesn't want to seem like he has a heart in front of all these people - but the truth is, he planned all this for you. It was his idea, and he asked everyone - let me rephrase that, he commanded everyone to come."

Mark's eyes widened. "Really?"

Julia nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I helped out, but he's the one that orchestrated all this. Believe it or not. Just don't tell him that I told you, or he'll be even more pissed at me than he usually is." Mark nodded solemnly. "Okay, we'd better get back to the island. Have fun with the rest of your birthday. Heh, I'm sure you will..." Mark blushed as Julia winked at him, then waved and departed with Elliot.

Mark and Vaughn went out to sushi for dinner, then returned to their apartment, where Mark immediately began unwrapping the clear plastic off of his birthday present. "Oh boy oh boy," he said as he popped open the case. "I've never seen one of these before."

"Really? Never?"

"Well, I never really had an opportunity," Mark explained as he inserted the DVD in the player. He flopped onto the couch, and Vaughn smirked and settled down beside him. The movie started up, and it didn't take 5 minutes before there was raw action happening. Mark's eyes became wider and wider, and he giggled a little at first, covering his eyes. Then he relaxed, becoming transfixed by the movie. Vaughn moved a little closer to him, leaning down and kissing the side of his neck. Mark moaned, but didn't take his eyes off the screen as one of the twinks got ridden hard from behind by the big bad cowboy.

"You like gettin' fucked, dontcha? Dirty little slut," the cowboy in the movie grunted at his squirming, moaning little partner.

"He talks just like you, Vaughn," Mark murmured, and Vaughn chuckled.

"I guess." Vaughn glanced down and saw that Mark had slipped his hand in his pants and was playing with himself. "You little slut," he chuckled. Mark smiled coyly, still looking at the screen, and undid his pants to have better access. Then he was openly stroking at himself, causing Vaughn to feel even more aroused than he had been from watching the movie. Vaughn unbuttoned and unzipped his tight jeans, easing them down a bit on his hips, then he began to stroke himself as well. He glanced between the screen, where the cowboy was now fucking a different twink, and back to Mark, who was biting his lip as he pumped at himself. Mark whimpered and trembled as he worked himself, and Vaughn found his performance infinitely arousing. He picked up the pace on himself, groaning softly as he watched Mark bring himself to the brink.

Mark gave several low moans, squirming on the couch as he prepared to come. Then he was there, crying out as his release burst up and out, dripping down onto his hand. Vaughn groaned deeply, and considered taking the boy right there, but he grunted brokenly as he realized it was too late; he was already coming. He gritted his teeth and sucked the air in sharply, then a groan escaped from deep inside of him as the thick liquid pulsed out of his cock. He gave a long exhale and sank back into the couch, glancing over at Mark, who was murmuring to himself quietly, his eyes closed.

Vaughn nudged him. "Open your eyes. You're missing the movie," he teased. Mark's eyes fluttered open, and he gave a lazy, satisfied smile. Vaughn reached out to the side and snagged several tissues, then they cleaned themselves up. Mark snuggled up to Vaughn.

"This was the best birthday ever," he sighed happily.

"Was?" Vaughn grunted. "It's not over yet," he said, and held up Spank You. A pleased smile spread across Mark's face, and Vaughn pulled him in, kissing him gently. "Happy birthday, darlin'."