Brokeback Island

Chapter 9

Mark woke up some time later, feeling groggy and disoriented, but very comfortable. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he realized that he was still in Vaughn's hotel room, in bed with Vaughn. They were both still nude, with the covers pulled over them, and Vaughn was in front of him watching him sleep, propped up on one arm. Vaughn had the urge to tell Mark how cute he looked when he was asleep, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead he grunted, "You awake now?" which he actually regretted a bit, because it seemed a little harsh.

Mark brushed his hair out of his eyes, and blinked a few times. "Mmm," he responded. "I didn't realize I was so tired." He stifled a yawn.

"You hungry?" Vaughn asked him. Mark blushed and nodded. Everything they had done, on top of his farm chores, and then followed with a nice little nap, had resulted in him being quite ravenous. They dressed and then went to the cafe. Mark was initially very nervous that everyone was staring at them, knowing exactly what they were up to. But he made himself relax, as he realized most people were too involved with their own lives to care what the little farmer and the sulky cowboy were doing.

After they ate, Vaughn headed out to the beach. "See you next week," he grunted, tipping his hat at Mark, then he turned and strode out onto the dock to board the ferry. Mark watched the ferry leave, looking a bit like a sad puppy whose owner had left him all alone.

All through the rest of the week, Mark thought about Vaughn constantly. The first couple days, it was mostly fond remembrances of the sex they had. But after that, the satisfaction had completely worn off, and Mark was desperately horny. He tried to satisfy himself, and though he could bring himself to release; it was not enough. Even as he lay panting on his bed, his body weak from the exertion of three rounds of masturbation, his skin damp with sweat; he still felt unsatisfied.

Unbeknownst to Mark, Vaughn was experiencing the same crisis during their days apart. He had spilled his seed alone many times, thinking of Mark, but he still felt like he needed something more.

Wednesday finally came, much to the relief of both men. The sun began to rise in the sky as Mark still slept soundly in his bed. Meanwhile, Vaughn was just disembarking from the ferry. He felt extremely grateful that he had no live cargo with him that day, for his first destination was most definitely not the animal shop. He strode confidently towards the little rundown farm on the other side of the island.

He approached Mark's front door, foregoing knocking and just turning the knob. He smirked a little when it opened. Mark was so simple and trusting, that he hardly ever locked his door. The only time it ever got locked was when Vaughn was inside with him.

Vaughn closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, then removed his boots so that he wouldn't make noise walking across the floor. He then laid his hat on the kitchen table, and swiftly began undressing himself. He kept his eyes fixed on Mark's figure in the bed. In the dim light of the room, he could just see him. He was clearly sleeping, his body turned away. All he wore were a pair of tight black briefs, which were visible because he had the covers thrown off. His blonde hair was rumpled, a sight that made Vaughn smile a little, despite himself.

Once Vaughn was undressed, he advanced forward to Mark's bed. He knowingly slid open the nightstand drawer, and pulled out the bottle of lubricant kept there, then poured some in his hand. He slicked himself down, groaning a little at the sensation, then slipped into bed behind Mark.

Mark stirred a little as Vaughn's weight made the bed move and creak. Vaughn then leaned in, tugging down Mark's briefs as he kissed at the back of his neck. Mark woke then, gasping at first, then relaxing and moaning when he realized what was happening. Vaughn used his hands to part Mark's ass, then pressed himself in close, so that the head of his cock was right up against Mark's entrance. To his delight, Mark gave a little whimper and pressed back into him. Vaughn gave a deep groan and then eased himself inside partway. Mark cried out with pleasure, trembling a little as his body adjusted to Vaughn's substantial girth.

As Vaughn continued to press himself deeper, he leaned in and kissed more at Mark's neck, eliciting squeals from the little farmer as he licked and nipped at him. Then Vaughn was completely inside, and he rocked against Mark for a few moments. Then he reached around, and using his still slick hand, began to stroke at Mark's dick, which was twitching with need.

"Oh!" Mark cried out, instinctively thrusting his hips into Vaughn's hand. Their sideways position limited their movement, but they were both enjoying it nonetheless. Mark actually liked how snug and cozy the position felt.

Vaughn was so pent up from five days of longing for Mark that the sensation of his tight ass clamping down on his cock was almost unbearably pleasurable. He knew he would explode at any moment, but he wanted to make sure that Mark came first, because the feeling of the little farmer convulsing against him and the sounds of his ecstasy more than doubled the satisfaction of his orgasm. So he tried to hold back the best he could, stroking almost forcefully at Mark.

"I want you to come," Vaughn grunted, and as if those were the magic words, Mark began gasping brokenly, and the delicious squeezing that accompanied his orgasm began. Vaughn felt Mark's hot release dripping down his hand, but he was already gone; lost in his rapture, crying out magnificently as he burst inside of Mark.

"Oh, fuck," Vaughn groaned as he came down from the wonderful high. He gave a long exhale. "Damn, I needed that."

"Me too," Mark whispered quietly. They lay together in silence for a few moments, both breathing heavily. "Oh, um, good morning," Mark said rather awkwardly, then giggled.

"Morning," Vaughn chuckled back, drawing himself out of Mark. He reached back and snagged some tissues from the nightstand, wiping off his hand and then giving some to Mark, and then wiping up the evidence of his satisfaction that was currently trickling slowly down Mark's thigh. Mark shuddered as it tickled him, then cleaned himself up from the front.

Once they were done with clean up, Mark rolled over in the bed to face Vaughn. He had a timid yet happy expression on his face, and he tenuously reached out and touched Vaughn's chest. Vaughn chuckled and threw an arm over the blonde, pulling him in closer. Mark sighed contentedly, pressing his face into Vaughn's chest.

They lay like that for some time, and then Vaughn redressed. Mark seemed to be hesitating to ask something, and Vaughn hid a smirk, because he knew what it was. "I'll be back. Seven tonight." Mark couldn't hide his glee, but then paused as if he wanted to ask something else. Vaughn also knew what that was, and grunted. "Cream stew," then turned around and stalked out, heading for work. Mark got a shower, and then set out to work on his farm.

As promised, Vaughn returned that evening at seven. Mark was industriously working in the kitchen, finishing up the cream stew. Vaughn let himself in, and Mark just flashed him a quick, timid smile, then returned to stirring the pot.

They ate dinner, and after Mark cleaned up the dishes, he came up behind Vaughn's chair and began to rub his shoulders lightly. Vaughn groaned a little as Mark's small yet surprisingly strong hands worked at his tense muscles. No one had ever given him a massage in his life, and it was heavenly. Mark continued at it for over fifteen minutes, only stopping to whisper, "If you get on the bed, I can do your whole back."

Vaughn stood up without a word, and undressed himself. He lay down on the bed, and Mark hesitatingly straddled his waist, then began to rub all over his back. Vaughn pressed his face into the bed, groaning with pleasure. Mark felt a little strange to be on top of Vaughn's back, but the older man really seemed to be enjoying the massage. His muscles were so tight, and he seemed to melt a little more with each minute that Mark touched him.

After about half an hour, Mark slowed down his hands, which were beginning to become fatigued. Vaughn did not move underneath him, and as the little farmer moved off, he peered down at the cowboy's face to see if he had fallen asleep. Vaughn cracked his eyes open, making Mark jump back just a little, then giggle nervously. "Oh...heh heh...I thought I put you to sleep."

"No..." Vaughn said huskily. "I have something else I need you to massage." With that, he rolled onto his back, exposing his enormous erection. Mark couldn't help but moan with desire at the sight of it, and immediately moved forward, wrapping his hands around it. He lowered his head down and licked at the tip, making Vaughn shudder. Mark engulfed the head of his cock in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it teasingly.

After a few minutes of lingual arts, Vaughn shoved Mark away roughly. "I want to fuck you," he grunted, getting up from the bed. Mark fumbled to get his clothes off as quickly as possible. "Get facedown on the bed," Vaughn instructed, and Mark scrambled to comply. Vaughn lubricated himself, then mounted him, straddling the younger man's ass and penetrating him with one deep thrust. He groaned, and Mark cried out with pleasure. Then they began to rock together, Vaughn undulating his body slightly against Mark.

Mark enjoyed the light, sensual lovemaking, but at that moment, he craved something more intense, and he felt bold enough to ask for it. "Fuck me into the mattress," he pleaded, causing Vaughn to almost lose his seed.

Vaughn managed to recompose himself, then proceeded to fuck Mark with more velocity. "You want me to fuck you hard? Huh?" Mark just gave a tortured moan of pleasure, and Vaughn groaned, thrusting relentlessly. He grabbed Mark forcefully by the hips, bringing him up a little ways, then pressed him back down onto the bed and draped himself over the little blonde's back. His weight bore down on Mark, driving him into the mattress with each thrust.

"Uhn," he vocalized. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, I'm going to make you scream," he assured Mark, who just yelped in pleasure as a response. "No, I want to hear you scream," he growled, thrusting even harder. The volume of Mark's moans rose louder and louder, eventually erupting into screams of ecstasy. Vaughn felt Mark tightening up on him, and the erratic, desperate movements he was making under him announced his impending orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh, Vaughn, I'm!" Mark screamed, then his release burst out from his body, spilling onto the bedcovers. Vaughn just growled like an animal and let himself go, his whole body reverberating with perfect ecstasy as he came.

He nuzzled his face into the back of Mark's neck, laying his full weight down on the little farmer. Mark bore it willingly, sighing with happiness at how it felt. After a while, Vaughn pulled out and settled down onto the bed beside Mark, who reached out and encircled Vaughn's neck with his hands. Vaughn started a little at the intimate embrace, but made himself relax. Mark sighed happily once more and closed his eyes.

He had started to drift off when he felt Vaughn pulling away from him. "Wait..." he murmured. Vaughn paused, looking back at him, one eyebrow arched. "Please stay the night," Mark begged.

Vaughn balked a little initially, but the earnest, wishful look on Mark's face ate at him. "Tch...all right," he grunted. He tried to act like he felt put out, but in actuality, he was rather pleased. He had found that the little farmer's presence was soothing to him, and he had an idea that he would sleep quite deeply with him. And, if he were unable to sleep, he could certainly find something to do.

Mark beamed with happiness, then got up and put his underwear back on. "Oh...do you need to get your stuff from the inn?"

Vaughn shrugged. "Nah. I sleep in the nude." Mark tingled a little at that, then thought of something else.

"What about your toothbrush?"

Vaughn cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'll use yours."

Mark was surprised. "Oh! That doesn't gross you out?"

Vaughn chuckled. "Well, your toothbrush wouldn't be the worst thing of yours I've ever put in my mouth, now would it?" Mark blushed and tittered a little, then hurried to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Vaughn came in soon after, brushing his teeth as well. Then Mark switched out the lights, and the two men settled in together.

"Good night," Mark murmured, snuggling up close to Vaughn.

"Night," Vaughn grunted, then urged Mark with his hands to turn away, so that he could spoon him. The position was much more comfortable for both of them. Mark sighed happily, and Vaughn chuckled to himself at how cute the little farmer could be. They quickly fell asleep, feeling warm and satisfied.