Guys Do It Better Than Girls

"So we're a couple now?" Derek asked, smirking slightly.

Mark snorted and choked on his drink laughing. He shook his head and glanced at Derek and his smirk before laughing again.

"It's what Haahn thinks." Derek said

"Yeah, apparently so. I wouldn't say we act like a couple though." Mark said, finally gathering his breath. "More like a bromance. A really strong bromance."

That earned a laugh from Derek who finished off his drink before standing up and asking Mark if he wanted another. The doctor nodded and titled his empty glass to indicate he'd have the same again. Derek slapped him on the shoulder and made his way to the bar, getting Joe's attention after a few minutes.

"Two more JD's and coke please Joe."

"Coming right up Doc." Joe called out before mixing up the drinks. As he brought them over Derek noticed Joe glancing over at Mark. "So, how's that hot tall hunk of man?"

Derek laughed loudly, throwing his head back. Joe was anything but subtle and his crush on Mark amused Derek to no end. Passing Joe money for the drinks he glanced back at Mark and just looked at him for a moment. He recognized a good looking guy, he'd never been interested in anything sexual with one not since college anyway where he had experimented with another guy but that had been a long time ago, when he saw one and he had to admit Mark was one of those guys. He had a handsome face, perfectly shaped and his eyes were a light shade of blue that sparkled when the light hit them. Then there was that body. In work Mark wore baggy scrubs but they couldn't hide the toned and muscular body that was hidden beneath them, his biceps in particular. Mark glanced over and saw Derek staring at him and gave him a smile. Derek's stomach fluttered a little so he shook his head, smiled back and turned to the bar and grabbed their drinks. Was he really thinking about his best friend eyes and his body?

They'd been drinking for a couple of hours now, nothing heavy just a few relaxing drinks after work although Derek was starting to feel the effects of them. He had a buzz on, a warm feeling of slight dizziness. Not too drunk, just happy and he put those thoughts down to the drink. Derek made his way back to the table and sat down, handing Mark the glass. Eyeing his friend, he sipped at his drink.

"Anyway, even if we were a couple, there'd be no sex."

Another snort, another laughter, another choke. Mark wiped at his lip and looked up at Derek.

"You gotta let me finish my drink before you say things like that. I'll ask the obvious question, why would there be no sex?"

"Well, it would be too weird. I mean, I could never do stuff with a guy."

"Hey don't knock it till you try it!" Mark told him taking another sip, eyes sparkling over the rim of the glass.

"Wait, what? You've done stuff with a guy?" A shocked Derek asked. He knew his friend slept around a lot but he'd just assumed it was with women. Mark had never told him about any of the guys.

"Yeah. Come on man I fuck anything that moves." Mark replied laughing some more.

"Well…yeah…but guys?"

"Sure. There's nothing wrong with it. I mean, sometimes I don't even do the fucking and I gotta tell ya, a lot of the times it is way more fun."

Derek, trying to focus on the latter part of that last sentence rather than the former, laughed. "How can it be more fun? A woman's…a woman!"

Mark nodded and took some more of his drink before replying. "That's true but guys do it better than girls."

Derek sat there staring at his friend as he drank some more. This was Mark. His best friend and now he was telling him he preferred guys to girls. There was nothing wrong with it; it was more shock than anything else. As he sipped his own drink curiosity got the better of him.

"How can guys do it better than girls?"

"I'm talking blowjobs here man."

"I figured. The question remains, how?"

Mark grabbed his glass and knocked back the rest of his drink. Derek watched as he took a deep breath. Mark's eyes, focusing on everything but him, flashed around the room. As he watched he saw a nervousness that was unnerving settle into those blue depths. Another deep breath along with eye contact and Mark answered with a question of his own.

"Do you want me to show you?"

Derek swallowed hard and stared at Mark. His eyes were wide, mouth hanging slightly open. His mind whirled with thoughts, doubts and conflicting ideas. Did his best friend really just ask, in a not so subtle way, if he wanted a blowjob? He felt shocked and this time it was his imagination that got the better of him. Mark, on his knees between Derek's spread legs. Just swallowing him down, mouth and hands sliding all over him, bringing him close, so close to orgas-

"Derek? Are you okay?"

Derek snapped back to reality to find Mark with one hand resting on his forearm, shaking him slightly. A shiver ran through him as he recalled the image and he was embarrassed to find that blood had now left his brain and headed south. Mark leaned in, once again looking uncharacteristically nervous, before shaking it off and lowering his voice so only Derek could hear him.

"Come on. I'm great at it. You can just lie there and let me work my magic. When I'm done you'll see how much better guys are." He smirked and slowly licked his lips. Imagination kicked in as Derek watched that wet muscle glide over those soft lips. That wet muscle was now licking it's way along his inner thigh, slowing closing in on where Derek needed attention. Before he could stop himself his mouth worked of it's own accord and finally answered Mark's question.

"Okay."

Silence for a moment as that word hung in the air; a look of shock on Mark's face was quickly veiled. Derek didn't even know why he'd said okay, he could have sworn that decision wasn't his. It had to be the Jack Daniels, definitely the Jack Daniels. It really wasn't the way Mark kept licking his lips or brushing his leg against Derek's under the table and it couldn't possibly have been that look of pure animalistic lust when Mark had spoken of going down on Derek. Yep, he told himself, it's the JD. As he was about to correct himself however his mouth, or rather the JD, took over and he heard himself say "Do you want to come back to my trailer?" Good God, he mentally smacked himself, this is dirty and trashy already and I had to ask him back to my trailer? In that voice?

Mark couldn't believe what was happening. The shock he felt was masked by his bravado of course but inside he never thought anything like this would ever happen. Not that they had even done anything yet, but for as long as he could remember he'd had an attraction to Derek. Everything about him turned him on and made him want him and he had to agree with the other doctors. McDreamy was definitely the right name for him. A deeper part of him knew that the attraction was something much, much more than that but those thoughts barely surfaced and when they did he pushed them away with either whiskey or sex. Deciding to ignore all of this and just see where the night took them. He stood up and moved around their table, never breaking eye contact with those blue eyes.

"Let's go then."

Derek nodded and downed the rest of his drink, took a steadying breath and stood up also. He rounded the table, waved to Joe and the both of them started to climb the stairs.

As they made their way for the door the drink and his own giddiness caused him to stumble. Mark reacted lightning quick, grabbing him before he could fall. The momentum, however, carried the both of them into the wall. Derek pressed against Mark. They stayed like that for a few moments before Derek looked up into Mark's eyes, blue meeting blue. Mark's hand slipped around to rest on Derek's lower back, his other hand slid up and pressed against Derek's cheek, the stubble rough against his palm. Derek almost pulled away, he'd never been this close to another man before and it scared him slightly. However the alcohol made him more pliant and there was that feeling in his chest and belly. His chest was tight, making it difficult to breath and his stomach felt empty. However the longer he stayed pressed up against this man the less scary it got and the more comfortable he felt. Mark was holding him steady, keeping him upright and Derek could feel the warmth from both his hands and it felt….nice.

He watched as Mark licked his lips once again and before he could stop himself he leaned upwards, trying to capture them but before he could make his own move Mark leaned down and pressed his lips to Derek's, soft and gentle. After holding them there for what felt an eternity he moved against Derek's mouth, pushing the kiss further. They both pulled back at the same time, breaths heavy and hearts thumping. Derek sighed, never breaking eye contact whilst he stole another kiss. As their lips moved their bodies pressed together Derek felt the strong muscle that was hidden beneath annoying clothes. He also felt Mark poking into his hip, a soft throb against the bone.

A laugh and a shout broke the little bubble they had created for themselves as they kissed. Turning Derek saw Joe standing there, empty beer glasses in his hand and a smirk on his face.

"Get out of here and stop blocking the doorway with your manly kissing!" He told them before turning away. As Joe made his way down the stairs Derek could swear he heard Joe mutter something which sounded suspiciously like "knew those two wanted to fuck each other's brains out."

He chuckled and glanced back at Mark who was staring at him, his tongue back to swiping his lips. Derek caught himself before he went chasing after that tongue and grinned.

"What?"

"Nothing. You just look….really good." Mark told him, finishing lamely and with a shrug. Derek laughed as he realised that Mark was embarrassed and acting shy.

"Really good? Thanks, I guess. Well, this is a first, the great Mark Sloan, shy."

Mark's eyes widened, nervousness, intimidation, fear flashing in his eyes before he got himself under control. He sighed, looked away for a few moments before looking back at the doctor still in his arms, this time a smirk on his face and the usual mask up.

"Whatever. Are we gunna go back to yours so I can suck your dick or not?" He asked, lowering his eyes to Derek's crotch before bringing his eyes slowly back up. Derek felt a shiver of excitement race down his spine and into his crotch. He almost groaned at the look in Mark's eyes and his words. At this point Derek knew there would be more than blowjobs happening tonight. Excitement, nervousness and plain lust wrestled about in his belly. Deciding to ignore all of them he nodded before turning and walking out the door, feeling Mark close behind him. They quickly hailed a taxi and Derek gave the directions to the driver. The conversation was somehow kept light with both of them discussing the only thing that came easily and quickly to their minds. Medicine. Derek rambled on about the breakthroughs in neurosurgery whilst Mark recounted tales of life in Plastics. All too soon they arrived at Derek's, splitting the fare between them and climbing out the cab. Rain was starting to fall so they raced for the trailer. Thankfully Derek got the door open quickly and they rushed inside, slamming the door shut against the strong wind and rain, blocking everything out. Their eyes met for a few moments but an understanding passed between them in those precious seconds. It was just the two of them. Nature, work, people, the rest of the world, all of it was blocked out and it was just the two of them. Nobody else. Nobody to bother them, annoy them or get in their way. In those seconds, Derek found that he liked it just fine. Mark, however, realised that this was all he had wanted and this he didn't mind accepting.

This was the moment where they could jump each other, mouths locking on to the other, their clothes discarded and the bed quickly claimed. Or they could go slow and slide into it, not rushing anything. Both of them yearned for the former option but founded themselves leaning towards the latter. Both men knew this would be different than casual sex, the feeling between them was overwhelming and deciding not to rush into anything they broke eye contact.

"Nice place you've got here." Mark said, glancing around at everything but Derek who laughed.

"Yeah, I guess it is. You know, if you like small spaces." Derek's imagination kicked into gear and this time the image that appeared was him and Mark, naked and pressed together, enclosed walls pressed up against them as they kissed. Mark's hands ran through his hair as Derek's rested on Mark's chest. Stop it! Derek told himself. This is getting ridiculous! Now stop it!

Shaking himself from the images his brain felt the need to torture him with Derek turned to Mark. "Do you want a beer? I've got a couple of cold ones in the fridge. I know we had a lot at the bar but, you know..."

"You need a little Dutch courage?" Mark asked as he turned back to Derek, who started to fluster. "I'm kidding, but yeah, I could go for a beer."

As Derek fetched their bottles Mark sat on the small couch to the right of the front door. He looked around and had to smile to himself. Normally he'd be the one with the huge hotel room or giant house. Never satisfied unless grand was used in the description. But this trailer, this was nice. Cosy too. The lighting was soft, not too bright or harsh but bringing warmth to the room. Then there were the personal affects that gave the trailer personality, Derek's personality to be exact. It felt like…home.

He sighed and shook his head, knowing all too well that he was thinking way too far ahead. This wasn't his home; it'd never be his home. Tonight, well tonight was about Derek and bringing pleasure to his friend. It was nothing more, nothing less than that. The lie would have been convincing had Mark not remembered how Derek had looked at him after their first kiss at the bar. He shoved all thoughts away as Derek passed him his beer and then sat down in the dining chair across from him.

They sipped their beers, neither one speaking, both of them working up the courage to start. The beer itself was cold and refreshing so Derek tried focusing on that, however he almost choked when Mark's tongue slipped out once again and slide over his bottom lip. Gliding gently to the other side before disappearing into his mouth again. Derek watched as his eyes traveled downwards and stopped at Derek's crotch. Another swipe of that tongue had Derek breathing and throbbing hard. Mark grinned and sipped more of his beer before setting it down on the table. His heavy coat was quickly lost as he tugged it from his body, he noticed that Derek had discarded his coat too although when that happened he couldn't remember. Before either of them said anything Mark slipped off the couch onto his knees and shuffled forwards towards Derek. His hands slid over Derek's knees, clad in blue jeans and pushed them apart, spreading those legs and allowing him to get closer to Derek. With one hand he reached upwards, grazing his fingers over Derek's cheek before moving past that and burying his digits in that thick black hair. He tugged Derek's head forwards whilst pushing his neck up to meet him.

Their lips touched and time seemed to stand still. For a second or two both their plump lips just pressed against the other but then Mark's tongue made another appearance and swiped over Derek's upper lip. A sharp inhale from the other man and Mark took it as his cue. Forcing his tongue into the neurosurgeon's mouth and finally getting a full taste of just Derek. A fight for dominance with their tongues began but was quickly lost by Derek who gracefully admitted defeat this time and let Mark take over his mouth. Somewhere along the way he'd placed his bottle down, leaving both hands free. Putting them to use he placed one onto Mark's shoulder, holding on through this earth shattering kiss whilst the other came up and cupped his jaw. Breathing became difficult for the both of them as passion and lust took over but neither cared. At this moment they were naked and raw, kissing with such intensity that both doctor's were surprised flames weren't gathering around them. Lips smashed together, one tongue stroked the other, teeth clashed and all the while sweat was pouring from the both of them.

A strong hand massaged Derek's thigh as his mouth was devoured. Mark's tongue dominating his own and exploring his mouth. He moaned as the hand moved upwards and grabbed his throbbing erection through his jeans, palming and massaging in ways that had him groaning and crying out into Mark's mouth. Their lips moved together, hot and wet. His own hand slid up and into Mark's hair as the doctor left his lips and moved along his jaw, light kisses and nips.

"You want me down there Derek?" Mark's voice rough as he whispered into Derek's ear, licking and nibbling at the lobe as he waited for a reply. His hand kept working Derek through his jeans, moving up and down in a quick rhythm.

"Yes." Derek answered in a breathless gasp.

"You want me to use my mouth?"

"Please."

"My tongue?"

'Fuck!"

"Swallow you down, make it feel amazing?"

"Jesus."

"You want me to make you come hard?"

"Oh God!"

"Want me to suck you like nobody has before?"

"I…I…"

"Say it. Say you want me to."

In a desperate voice, almost broken Derek cried out. "Mark. I want it. I want it so badly."

"Tell me." Mark demanded pulling back and staring at Derek's titled head.

"Want. Mark. I need…" Derek mumbled before bringing his head down and making eye contact with those blue eyes. He pushed his hand further through Mark's hair, right to the back of his head. There he tightened his grip and pushed downwards.

"Suck." Derek told him, his voice firmer and in control. A devilish grin appeared on Mark's face as he sank downwards, hands expertly undoing Derek's jeans without even looking. He moved both hands to Derek's waist and dragged the garments down, Derek's hips automatically lifting up. Muscular thighs and dark hair leading into tight underwear was revealed. Mark's lust filled eyes roamed the sight before him, hands sliding up from Derek's ankles, over his calves and up his thighs before pushing against them to spread Derek further. He lowered his head and ran his tongue up over the thick outline of Derek's cock, hearing the slight moan as he left a wet trail. As his tongue slipped back down he breathed in deeply, relishing the musky scent that was nothing but Derek. Fucking Derek. A hot scent that was all man and lust filled his nose and caused his own cock to throb almost painfully. He lost control slightly and began kissing and licking and sucking at the bulge in front of him, tongue working hard to bring pleasure to Derek.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore. Wanting to taste Derek and feel him in his mouth he ripped down the underwear, dragging it all the way to Derek's ankles as he swallowed down the hard length. He deepthroated immediately, knowing what it would do to him and the reaction he wanted was the reaction he got. Derek arched into him, pushing himself further down the doctor's throat and crying out his name. Pulling back Mark swirled his tongue around the head, keeping the pleasure going. He soon swallowed all of Derek down again, his nose practically buried in the coarse black hair that held Derek's scent. A little sharp pain came from his head as Derek gripped him, holding on tightly. Slowly, ever so slowly he pulled back, bringing his head all the way to the tip before slowly, ever so slowly swallowing Derek once more.

"Ma….Mark you keep on doing that, I swear I'm gunna come." Derek whimpered. Mark smiled inwardly as again he slowly pulled back and then swallowed. "Fuck, your throat. Jesus your throat is so tight."

Before Derek could mutter anymore Mark took him to the tip and started sucking him properly. His head bobbed up and down, moving quickly, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked and sucked. Derek cried out again, squirming and clenching his hips. Unintelligible words flew from his mouth as Mark used his mouth and tongue to give him such pleasure he'd never felt before. Derek's hand still held firmly to Mark's head with the other now gripping the table. Derek was trying to hold on to something, anything that was solid and attached to the ground because right now he had no control. Control had been left behind the moment Mark kissed him for the third time, that tongue had driven rational out the fucking window and now here he was pumping his hips into the doctor's tight mouth, pushing it just that little further, literally fucking his mouth and making him gag.

Mark pulled back, gasping for breath. He was hot and sweaty and needed to get naked or at least shirtless right now otherwise he'd melt. He tugged at his t-shirt, feeling the fabric stick to his back. As he struggled with it another pair of hands joined his and ripped the t-shirt from his body. Fine, Mark thought, if I'm shirtless then so are you. He grabbed Derek's t-shirt and easily pulled it from his body, revealing the defined and hairy upper body of his friend. He couldn't stop the little gasp he gave as he took in the naked sight of the gorgeous man before him. He glanced at Derek and grinned before moving back to his cock. Before he could reach it however Derek's hands found his jaw and grabbed it, tilting his head upwards. They stared at each other for a few moments before Derek leaned down and kissed Mark. Their lips crashed together, tongues instantly wrestling. Another kiss that was so hot, so wet, so passionate.

Derek could taste himself in Mark's mouth, which only made the kiss more ferocious, and lust filled. He felt himself throb as Mark wrapped his hand around him. The tight vice slipped up and down, his own saliva easing the way. Derek whimpered into his mouth, biting Mark's lip. How long the kiss lasted Derek wasn't sure, minutes, hours, days who gave a fuck when he was being kissed like this? It felt so right, so beautiful and so perfect. Nobody, not Addison or Meredith had kissed him this way and for it now to come from a man, from his best friend. It sent his mind spinning but at this moment he went with it and didn't think of anything but that taste. He tasted amazing, like nothing Derek had ever tasted before and he wanted it to last forever. It didn't however, the need for oxygen and Mark's need to suck Derek more breaking the kiss. The doctor's head worked up and down, alternating between quick and rough sucks to long and slow, swallowing every inch.

Soon enough Mark became desperate, wanting to taste more of Derek and knowing he could bring the other man off at any time he pulled back and looked upwards.

"You close?"

"I've been close since you first took me into your mouth." Derek replied, gasping for breath and pushing his own sweat soaked hair out of his eyes.

"Good. Where do you want it? 'Cos I know where I want it." Mark told him, a sly grin on his face.

"Wherever you want it Mark. It's all yours." Derek answered, his voice sounding utterly fucking wrecked. Mark almost groaned with how hard that voice made him feel then grinned as Derek's sentence registered. He dipped his head and started up again this time his hand adding to the pleasure. The tight grip of both his mouth and hand as he worked Derek's cock caused the man to squirm some more, his breaths and moans getting louder and louder until they finally became words.

"Mark…Oh God Mark I'm gunna come. I'm gunna…guh…" Derek cried out, his voice filling the trailer as his orgasm came hard and fast. His hand gripped Mark's head as he held on for dear life, the room spinning.

Mark felt Derek's cock throb and twitch before he released into his mouth. Each spurt flooded Mark's mouth with an exquisite taste. An individual taste that was all Derek, which he then gulped down greedily. There was so much he almost gagged but he just kept swallowing until it was all gone, every drop drained. He could feel Derek's thighs shaking under his hand as he came down from his high.

He slowly pulled back, letting Derek out of his mouth easily. He leaned back, hands resting on Derek's knee's as they both fought for their breath. Mark held his head down, relishing the taste in his mouth for as long as he could.

"Ma…Mark..I." A breathless voice whispered his name. His chest hitched and his stomach knotted as Derek said his name, knowing what was coming next. The 'Thanks. That was great. You can go now.' response that he was so used to. He wasn't sure why he had expected anything different. Sure Derek was his best friend and the way they had kissed had made it seem like there was something more there but in the end he was a man and his friend. Nothing would change except maybe the occasional blowjob when Derek was drunk or horny enough for him.

"Mark. That was…"

Deciding to cut it short, not wanting to hear those words from Derek Mark stood up. "Yeah. Good. I'm just…I'm gunna…"

"Mark, you're not going anywhere." Derek told him, grabbing him by the wrists and holding him still before standing up too.

"What? I didn-"

"You're not going anywhere. You're staying here tonight. With me." Derek answered before leaning in and kissing him. This kiss was soft and slow, lips moving gently against the other. Derek's hands sliding down into Mark's hands, their fingers threading together. Pulling back they simply stared at one another, the seconds quickly passing by.

"I want you to stay." Derek told Mark, squeezing his hands.

"I…Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

"Okay, if you want me to, I'll stay."

"Good." Derek smiled softly

"Yeah, good."

"So…guys really can do it better than girls."

"I told you."

"Now, let me do it to you."