Dream Daddy

Part 23

The desire to kiss Mark grew until his lips practically tasted of Mark.  He didn't even really get the chance to process what he was doing.  His body just did it naturally.  Shifting his legs wider, Sean raised a leg to hook around one of Mark's to pull him closer.  Mark pressed against him, bringing his lips closer.  Sean didn't even hesitate.  He simply just leaned in to mold his lips to Mark's.  Mark waited a moment, before he committed to the kiss.  Mark's hand grabbed his raised thigh, his fingers digging into the fabric of his black jeans as he pushed Sean firmly against the post.  Sean tilted his head to try and get Mark to part his lips a bit wider.  When Mark's free hand pressed up against his neck to hold him still.  Sean was sure that Mark could feel his racing heartbeat under his fingertips. 

Sean shifted to put himself more comfortably against the bedpost and moaned softly.  Without meaning too, he had grinded his hips against Mark's.  The movement had been just enough to reveal Mark's own hidden desire.  Sean's heartbeat skipped, listening to Mark try to muffle his own moan of pleasure.  This time when their lips met, Mark parted his to allow Sean's tongue to slide in across his.  The gesture was so erotic that Sean was beginning to fear that Mark was going to take this farther.  After letting his tongue slide and tangle around Mark's for a bit, he tried to retrieve the key.  He could feel it resting under Mark's tongue, but despite his best efforts... He just couldn't get the damn thing out of his mouth.  Their kiss kept switching from hungry kisses to a frustrating game of retrieval.  Sean was beginning to give up on the key and focus only on the kiss, when Mark broke the kiss. 

Mark looked as if he was catching his breath.  Only after a second or two, he pulled his lips back to reveal the key between his teeth.  Hesitantly, Sean leaned in to take the key from him and was a bit surprised that Mark let him have it.  Mark took an unsteady step back, telling Sean with a smile.  "I knew you weren't as innocent as you looked".  Mark whipped a finger across his lower lip as he slowly retreated back into his walk in closet.  Sean held the key between his lips, letting himself pant softly for a minute.  His heart was racing and he felt so dirty.  He wanted to blame Mark for manipulating him... but had he?  Mark presented the opportunity, sure.  However, he technically kissed him first.  Turning his head, Sean spit the key onto the corner of the bed.  As guilty as he felt, he blamed his dream the most.  It had messed with his head. 

Sean turned his body enough to swipe the key off the bed, setting to the work of trying to unlock the cuffs.  When the first of the cuffs fell free, Sean smiled to himself.  He had started to unlock the other cuff as Mark suddenly moved out of the closet in his peripheral vision.  Sean simply glanced up for a mere second, but froze.  Slowly turning to do a double take, Sean swallowed nervously.  Now he knew his head was messing with him.  Mark stood in a jet black suit with an unbuttoned white shirt and no tie.  As Sean stared, Mark's skin seemed to flicker to a grey color... but he couldn't tell if that had been real or in his head.  Mark pulled a black tie from his pocket, telling Sean excitedly.  "What do you think? Do you think I can look intimating in this"?  Sean wasn't listening.  His focus was on the tie in Mark's hand. 

He couldn't get the image of the Dark Mark blindfolding him with a tie VERY similar to that.  It almost felt too real.  Was it just a weird coincidence?  A lot of men had black suits in their closet.  This shouldn't be that unsettling.  Mark snapped his fingers in front of Sean's face, asking a little worried.  "Sean? You're doing it again. You're spacing out on me. Everything alright"?  Sean lifted his eyes up to meet Mark's and nodded.  Mark reached out to touch his cheek with the back of his hand, asking really low and sweet.  "Was the kiss too much? You didn't have to kiss me. You could have just asked me for it".  Sean blushed, turning away as he answered shyly.  "I'm fine. You just look... stunning. The look is very appealing on you".  Sean tried to take a breath to calm himself, when he saw the black tie lower over his head. 

Mark's wrists curled around the ends of the tie, before he pulled Sean back against his chest.  Sean stayed very still, listening to Mark whisper into his ear.  "Are you afraid of me, Sean"?  Sean turned to look over his shoulder.  He wanted to tell him no, but that wasn't the truth.  The Dark Mark in his dreams was suddenly all too real.  It was like Mark had seen his dream and was deliberately using bits against him to keep his guard down.  Mark raised an eyebrow with a bright smile, making Sean turn away with a silly smile of his own.  He was making something out of nothing.  Mark kissed his throat, his hand unraveling from one side of his tie to release him.  Sean closed his eyes to let himself enjoy the sensation of Mark's warm lips against his neck and his warm hands on his shoulders.  When Mark suddenly pulled away, saying in a voice as deep and dark as the one in his dream.  "Are you ready to become one of us now"? 

Sean turned a bit quickly to face him, asking really nervous.  "What"?  Mark blinked a little nervous himself to Sean's reaction, answering cautiously.  "What? I just meant that you'll become apart of our endless pranking year after year. Are you sure you are feeling alright"?  Sean ran a hand through his hair, muttering back softly.  "Sorry. I just can't get over how... similar you are to the way I saw you in my dream. It's uncanny. A bit scary even".  Mark chuckled, heading for his bedroom door as he added in.  "I'll take that as a compliment. Jeez, If this has got you spooked... I can't wait until you see what Nate always dresses up as".  Sean slowly followed Mark back into the living room, hesitantly asking.  "What does he go as"?  Mark chuckled, muttering back playfully spooky.  "Your worst nightmare".  To Be Continued...