Brokeback Island

The next week was excruciating for Mark. On one hand, he was dying to see Vaughn again, and the thought of satisfying him was driving him wild with desire. He had to masturbate two or three times every day to keep himself from losing his mind. Then, on the other hand, he was afraid that when Vaughn did return to the island on Wednesday, he would have changed his mind about the whole thing, and would reject him utterly. It wasn't like Vaughn expressed any kind of affection for Mark - it was clearly only a physical thing. This did not bother Mark at all. Of course, he would love if Vaughn would start caring about him, but if all he could get was Vaughn's body, then he would take it. But he dreaded losing what little he had. What if Vaughn tired of him, or decided he wanted someone else instead? The worry of that tore Mark up inside, but he bore it.

Mark woke up early on Wednesday morning. He did his farm chores both eagerly and absentmindedly, his mind already ablaze with what might occur between him and Vaughn. He wanted to let Vaughn approach him, but as the sun rose high in the sky, and he still hadn't seen hide nor hair of Vaughn, Mark's curiosity got the better of him, and he set out into town. He went to the animal shop, and as he pushed the door open, a quick panicked thought consumed him. What if Vaughn got pissed off at him for coming to see him at work? His whole body seized up, halfway into the shop, but he knew that he had to continue forward. He stepped inside, almost feeling dizzy with fear and anticipation, but he was both relieved and disappointed to see that Vaughn was nowhere to be seen in the shop.

Mark walked forward, approaching the counter and mumbling to Mirabelle that he needed to buy some chicken feed. Mirabelle beamed and chatted happily to him as she filled his order, but Mark's mind was a million miles away. Just then, Mirabelle's daughter Julia emerged from the back room.

"Mom, where did Vaughn go?" she asked, looking around. Mark's ears perked up immediately at his name, but he tried to act nonchalant.

"Oh, he's in a grumpy mood again today. I was trying to ask him about those new sheep, and he blew up at me. He muttered something about going back to the inn for a while," Mirabelle responded.

Julia rolled her eyes. "What is his problem? Why is he always so pissy?"

Mirabelle shook her head. "I don't know, dear. But I'm sure he'll be back after he cools down."

Mark listened to all of this in absolute rapture. He suddenly shoved the feed back at Mirabelle, even though he had already paid for it. "I'll come get this later. I have to go now!" He ran out of the shop, tearing towards the inn. He glanced surreptitiously at the front desk, sighing with relief when he saw that the owner was turned away, on the phone. He did not want to attract attention to himself. He ran up the stairs.

Mark had no idea what room Vaughn was in, and he knew it was crazy to be running in here like this. But his lust overrode everything else in his mind, and he continued on. He started to feel a little disheartened as he saw all the identical rooms in the hallway. He couldn't just go knocking on all of them. But what was he supposed to do? He hesitated, feeling doubtful.

Just then, Vaughn stepped out of one of the rooms. Mark's face flushed hotly, feeling both embarrassed to have followed Vaughn here and aroused to see his sexy cowboy in the flesh. Vaughn stopped dead in his tracks, his violet eyes narrowing into a glare as he spotted Mark. Mark squirmed nervously, suddenly feeling a little scared. Then Vaughn began moving again, striding forward. Mark's body tensed up as he wondered whether to run away, shield himself, or do something else entirely. He had no time to decide, for Vaughn was upon him in a flash, grabbing him by the wrist.

Mark made a little shocked noise of surprise, but allowed Vaughn to jerk him forward, back in the direction of the room he had emerged from. Vaughn quickly unlocked the door with a key, then pushed it open and shoved Mark inside. He stepped inside as well, then closed and locked the door behind him. Mark had stumbled as he was pushed in, and he was now on the ground, looking up at Vaughn in awe and anticipation. Vaughn narrowed his eyes as him as he removed his hat, tossing it aside.

"Take off your fucking clothes. Now!" Vaughn demanded, licking his lips. Mark trembled with joy, and removed his clothing with shaking fingers as quickly as he could, wanting to obey Vaughn. Once he was completely nude, he waited expectantly for further instructions. He shivered under Vaughn's appraising gaze, his eyes wide.

Vaughn murmured approvingly, feeling himself getting rock hard at the sight in front of him. Mark's body was lean yet firm, with a flat abdomen and sleek limbs. His skin was smooth and healthy looking, with very little body hair. "Get on the bed. On your hands and knees," Vaughn grunted, and then groaned deeply to himself as Mark turned around to comply. The way his back looked, so long and lean, tapering down into narrow hips with a firm rounded ass, made Vaughn simply ache with desire. "Good," he muttered, as Mark got into position. He began undressing himself, moving towards the side of the bed.

Mark watched him from his submissive position on the bed as Vaughn quickly disrobed. First went his neck bandanna, then this vest. Then his hands were at his chest, unbuttoning the buttons of his black long sleeved shirt. As the buttons came open, Mark bit his lip at the sight of Vaughn's bare chest. He was powerfully muscular in a subtle, lean way, and his chest graduated down into a perfect stomach, rippled with muscles, creating tantalizing hollows across his skin. Vaughn's hands were then on his belt, unbuckling it and quickly unlacing it from the loops on his jeans. He tossed it aside, and the buckle hit the nightstand with a clank that sent a shudder through Mark's body. Vaughn began to unfasten his jeans, then he slid them and his boxers all the way down his legs, stepping them out of him carelessly.

Mark's mouth watered at the sight of Vaughn's extremely hard cock. It shimmered at the tip with wetness, and Mark couldn't help but subconsciously lick his lips. Vaughn caught this and gave him a wry smile. "Oh, you wanna taste this?" he growled, one hand on it, and Mark nodded eagerly.

Vaughn had planned to immediately take him from behind, but the sight of Mark eyeing his cock so hungrily changed his plans. He got up on the bed, kneeling in front of Mark, and grunted approvingly as Mark scooted forward sharply, sitting on his heels and lapping at the tip to taste him. Then Mark opened his mouth wider, engulfing about half of Vaughn's cock with one smooth movement. Vaughn grunted approvingly, throwing his head back. Mark worked furiously, bobbing his head up and down, and eventually taking Vaughn's impressive length all the way down his throat.

Vaughn reached down, petting the young farmer on the head almost lovingly as he worked. Mark could feel his cheeks getting hot, and his dick, which had already been hard, now throbbed and ached with a pressing urgency. He reached down, stroking at himself, his moan of pleasure muffled by Vaughn's cock in his mouth. Vaughn felt the vibration, and groaned with desire at it. "Fuck! I'm gonna come," he grunted, but he did not, instead pulling himself sharply out of Mark's mouth before he could be pushed over the edge.

Mark just waited, wondering if Vaughn was wanting to do what he had done in the chicken coop. But Vaughn abruptly got off the bed, then reached in to a drawer in the nightstand. He removed a bottle of lubricant, and then slicked his length down, all the while staring at Mark. Mark got his intent, and got back on his hands and knees to show that he was ready. Vaughn just grunted, his eyes narrow, as he walked around the bed and approached Mark from behind. He climbed up on the bed with him, kneeling behind him and pulling him closer by the hips.

Mark waited expectantly, breathing deeply to relax himself as he felt Vaughn nudge the tip of his hardness against his entrance. The penetration was much easier this time, because of proper lubrication, and Mark sighed at the exquisite sensation. He attempted to reach down and touch himself, but holding himself up with only one arm in that position proved more than he had the strength for. But he was desperate to stroke at himself, so he leaned forward, laying his face on the bed, and supporting himself with his shoulders and one bent forearm, then used his free hand to grab urgently at himself. He worried that Vaughn would say something against it, since he had ordered him to be on his hands and knees, and technically this was a different position, but to his relief, Vaughn was simply thrusting away behind him.

Mark reconcentrated on touching himself. The feeling of Vaughn inside of him more than doubled the pleasure, and soon he felt himself spiraling towards orgasm. He groaned loudly with his face pressed into the bed as he began to come.

Vaughn felt Mark squirming and trembling underneath him, and when Mark's body suddenly tightened with the force of his orgasm, the resulting increased sensation to Vaughn pushed him over the edge. "Oh, fuck..." he groaned, then bucked his hips erratically as he began to come inside of Mark.

They stayed together for a few moments, and then Vaughn pulled out abruptly and got off the bed. He slapped Mark on the ass. "Get yourself cleaned up," he grunted, walking to the nightstand and then throwing the box of tissues in front of Mark. This could have been taken as rude, but Mark somehow took it as a token of affection from the rough cowboy. He cleaned himself up accordingly as Vaughn redressed. Mark scampered off the bed, sneaking furtive glances at Vaughn, who was now calm and collected once more. Mark retrieved his clothes from the floor and dressed himself as quickly as he could.

"When will I see you again?" he whispered to Vaughn timidly.

"When I feel like it," Vaughn drawled lazily, but Mark could see a hint of a naughty smile curling Vaughn's lips, and he knew that it would probably be soon.