Brokeback Island

Author's Note: This is for butxaxdream, my yaoi buddy on the Ushi site. This hotness is for you! I might write more for these two, I might not. Depends. Read and Review!

“Get out of my fucking face!”

Mark recoiled from Vaughn's harsh words. He stumbled out of the animal shop, half blind with shame. The day before, he had crashed into Vaughn, who had been carrying fertilized chicken eggs. Vaughn ended up dropping the crate of eggs, smashing more than half of them. He had just seethed silently in the moment, and Mark scurried away, afraid of his wrath. But Mark had skulked back to the animal shop the next day, seeking out Vaughn to apologize. Vaughn didn't want to hear it, and had yelled out at him, sending him away.

Mark made his way back to his crummy little farm, tilling at the poor soil absentmindedly. He wasn't sure why it bothered him so much that Vaughn hated him so, but it did. It irked at him all day, into the evening, making him head towards the beach late that night. He knew Vaughn hung out there, waiting for his ferry back to the mainland, and he wanted one more chance to try to apologize.

He stepped onto the sands, looking around for Vaughn. He spotted him in a dark corner, and approached nervously.

"Vaughn, I..."

Vaughn wheeled around. His violet eyes narrowed at Mark. "You. I told you before..." he began, but Mark spoke quickly, trying to get his words out.

"I just want to tell you that I'm so, so sorry for being clumsy, and that I will do ANYTHING to make it up to you." Mark finished what he was saying, then bit his lip nervously, waiting for Vaughn's reaction.

He wasn't prepared for what happened next. "Anything?" Vaughn asked, his voice full of intrigue.

"A-anything..." Mark stammered.

"Well, then..." Vaughn smirked as he quickly unzipped his pants. "Get on your fucking knees," he commanded Mark. Shaking, Mark complied. He had to admit that he was secretly pleased at his turn of events. He realized that he had always been extremely attracted to Vaughn, he with his very masculine figure of a cowboy. His body was tall and lean, clad in black clothing and topped with the cliched cowboy hat. He sneered his way around town, hating everyone and everything. That type of man had always turned Mark on...he reflected on this as he reached out and encircled his fingers around Vaughn's waiting hardness.

Vaughn grunted deeply, then reached out and grabbed at Mark's blonde hair, pulling his head in close. "Suck it," he commanded, and Mark shivered with pleasure, covering the head of Vaughn's cock with his mouth. He worked furiously, trying to please Vaughn. He did everything he could remember to do; swirling his tongue around it, sliding his lips up and down, tracing the tip of his tongue delicately on Vaughn's firm flesh. But Vaughn was interested in one thing only - coming. He pressed fiercely on the back of Mark's head, ramming his cock down Mark's throat. Mark accepted the intrusion willingly, feeling his own dick swelling with pleasure at Vaughn's roughness. Vaughn continued to grunt, rocking his hips into Mark's mouth.

"Nnnnn...fuck yeah..." Vaughn groaned, then Mark could hear his voice hitch in his throat as he started to come. Mark felt the hot liquid burst out into the back of his mouth, and he drank of it eagerly. After a few moments, Vaughn stepped back, pulling himself out of Mark's mouth and fixing his pants as the ferry started to sound its horn from offshore.

Mark wiped his mouth and continued to kneel on the ground, incredibly turned on. He watched Vaughn as he stared out over the sea, seemingly already over what had happened. "What are you waiting for?" Vaughn grunted. "Get the fuck out of here!" Mark scrambled to his feet, stumbling a little in the sand in his haste to comply. He ran all the way home, slamming the door behind him once he was there.

He rushed over to his bed, tugging his pants off as he went. He freed his throbbing dick from the confines of his underwear as he flopped himself down on the bed, and began pumping at himself eagerly. He remembered the sound of Vaughn's voice as he had commanded Mark to do things, and he remembered the taste of Vaughn in his mouth. Mark opened his mouth in a silent moan as he slid his fingers over himself. "Oh, Vaughn," he whispered, then shuddered as he released powerfully, spurting come all over his own fingers. He trembled and sighed with pleasure.

A week later, Vaughn returned to the island. Mark carefully avoided him in the daylight, knowing that he didn't want to see him. But, as soon as night fell, Mark crept out to the beach. Vaughn, as usual, was alone there. He turned his head as Mark approached, then smirked, pulling his hat down lower over his eyes.

Mark didn't say anything, just dropped to his knees in front of Vaughn. The older man made a little noise of surprise, but quickly continued smirking, undoing his tight black jeans. He peeled them down over his narrow hips, exposing his rather large cock to Mark once again. Mark whimpered with desire, then leaned in and began sucking. As soon as he could manage it, he took Vaughn all the way down his throat, knowing that it was what he wanted.

"Damn, you're good..." Vaughn grunted, and Mark tingled with pleasure. He kept working at Vaughn, and was surprised when he felt Vaughn's hand in his hair, tugging him to his feet. "Get up," Vaughn commanded, and Mark removed his mouth from Vaughn, shaking a little as he stood. Vaughn shoved him roughly against a nearby boulder, facing away. "Pull your pants down," Vaughn grunted, and Mark trembled, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as quickly as he could. He leaned forward over the boulder, feeling its cool roughness under his hands. He tilted his hips, offering himself to Vaughn.

Vaughn moved forward, spreading Mark with his calloused hands. Mark shivered with excitement as he felt Vaughn press the tip of his still wet cock against his entrance. Mark wasn't a bit scared, as he had done it before. He rather welcomed it, dying to feel Vaughn buried inside of him. He gasped a little as Vaughn began to push himself in, then he moaned with pleasure, enjoying the sensation. Vaughn went slowly at first, allowing Mark to adjust to each inch, but then he lost his patience, ramming it in all the way. Mark cried out sharply in surprise and delight, bucking his hips back up at Vaughn.

Vaughn groaned deeply, sliding himself in and out of Mark's tight inner sanctum. "You like getting fucked, don't you?" he grunted, and Mark moaned with happiness at his dirty words.

"Yes!" he cried in response. Vaughn just responded by grabbing onto his hips and rocking into him faster.

"I'm going to come all inside of you, you dirty little bitch," he grunted fiercely. Mark just trembled and whimpered with pleasure, feeling himself getting close to orgasm as well. He wriggled his hand down to touch himself, and the double sensation was too much. Within seconds, he was coming hard, spurting out onto the rock in front of him. He moaned with ecstasy at his own release, and then moaned louder as he felt Vaughn exploding inside of him, digging his fingernails into Mark's hips as he enjoyed the feeling.

They groaned and writhed together for a moment, then Vaughn composed himself, pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants, setting himself right once again. Mark peeled himself off of the boulder, pulling his pants up while looking at Vaughn furtively. Vaughn just looked out over the ocean. Mark whispered tremulously, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

Vaughn snorted. "If you're lucky." Mark glanced at him, and was reassured to see the hint of a smile peeking out from underneath the shadow of his hat. He scurried off for home, sure to have many hot dreams about his sexy cowboy.