Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters referenced in this work of fiction.
Warning: This chapter contains slash, foul language, and forced sexual content. Reader beware!
Author's note: This is a much longer chapter, and it may contain some language that it offensive to readers (and me as well). The content herein is not meant to be offensive, but does progress the storyline.
Chapter 4
"Get inside!" the man screamed at Jackson.
As he back up, he said, "Calm down man. Just relax, and tell us what you want." Mark sat on the couch with a stunned look on his face. The man with the gun was pacing in an agitated way that put both doctors on edge.
"You fucking fags, man. You're trying to take over the country! I swear, I should just shoot you right now!" The man yelled, still pacing.
Jackson looked at Mark, quizzically. "We're not gay." Jackson said to the man.
"Yeah, right!" the man said. "I saw the two of you moving boxes in! You two are moving in together."
"That's not what's going on," Mark said to the man. "We work together and I offered to help him move. We're just friends."
At that moment, the buzzer sounded. The man with the gun got closer to Jackson, still pointing the gun at him and asked, "Who is it? Who's at the door?"
"That's probably the pizza guy," Jackson said. "That's who we thought you were."
"Make him go away!" The man said.
"The best way to get him to leave it to pay for the pizza," Mark said. The man nodded, and Jackson pressed the buzzer. The man walked over to Mark and looked back at Jackson.
"You get the pizza," he commanded. "If you do anything to let him know what's going on, I'll kill him." The man gestured toward Mark.
Jackson took a deep breath, and nodded. "I won't do anything."
"You'd better not!" the man screamed.
There was a knock on the door, and Jackson walked over to it and opened it. He plastered a fake smile on his face, and said as calmly as possible, "How much do I owe you?"
"$16.50" the pizza guy said. Jackson took a fifty dollar bill out of his pocket, and handed it through the door.
"Keep the change," he said as he took the pizza, and closed the door. He turned around and put the pizza down on the table. He looked at Mark and the man with the gun. Mark looked terrified, and Jackson didn't blame him.
"There, he's gone," Jackson said.
"Good," the man with the gun said. "Now get over there with him." He gestured towards Mark, and Jackson walked slowly over to him.
Mark put a hand on Jackson's shoulder and whispered, "Are you okay?" Jackson nodded and asked Mark the same question. Mark replied that he was okay.
"Aww, how sweet" the man with the gun cooed.
"Look, man. We'll do whatever you want, alright. Just tell us what you want, and then you can leave." Mark said.
"What do I want? What do I want?" the man said. "I want the two of you to stop lying to me!" He waved the gun around wildly.
"Alright, man. Just calm down, and we'll tell you the truth about whatever you want." Jackson said to the man.
They were standing with their backs to the kitchen, and the man gestured them to sit down. They sat right where they were standing, and looked up at the man expectantly. The man looked down at them. With gritted teeth, he asked why they were lying about being gay. Mark and Jackson looked at each other in astonishment.
"We're not gay," Mark said, resolutely. "We're just friends."
"Yeah, right!" the man said. He paced for a couple more seconds, then looked at them and said, "Okay, prove it!"
Mark and Jackson exchanged confused looks. "What do you mean 'prove it'?" Jackson asked. "You can't prove a negative."
"Prove it. Kiss him!" the man said. Neither one knew how to react to that statement, so they just sat silently.
The man became more agitated by their lack of a reaction, and turned the gun to face them again. Jackson put a hand up, looked at Mark, and whispered, "Let's just do it so he'll leave." Mark nodded, and they leaned together. The kiss was soft and tentative. Neither knew exactly how they were supposed to do this. After a couple of seconds, they pulled away and looked up at the man. He had a strange smile on his face.
"Did I tell you to stop?" the man asked, menacingly. Jackson took a deep breath and kissed Mark again. This time, the tentativeness had subsided. Mark reached up, and cupped Jackson's chin in his hand. They scooted closer to one another, and tilted their heads in order to deepen the kiss. Despite the circumstances, they both found the situation relatively comfortable. The kiss continued to deepen until it became a full blown make-out session. Mark's tongue slipped passed his lips, and into Jackson's mouth. They battled for dominance, and in the end, Mark won. As they continued to kiss, the man watching them took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs. He commanded them to take their shirts off, and they did so without a fight.
Feeling the contact of skin on skin fueled the heated battle in their mouths. Before long, they were laying, Mark on top of Jackson, on the rough carpeting. Somehow, Jackson felt safer with Mark's weight pressing down on him. He realized a second later that Mark's weight wasn't the only thing pressing into him. Despite the frightening circumstances, both doctor's bodies had responded to the kiss in the predictable way. It doesn't mean anything, Jackson thought to himself. It's a natural reaction when someone is this good a kisser. He mentally slapped himself for thinking that Mark was a good kisser, but then remembered that they had more pressing worries.
At that moment, the man with the gun got up from his seat and approached them. They stopped what they were doing, and both looked at the man. He leaned down and examined his two captives. "See! I knew it!" the man said, waving the gun around again. "You're hard! You're both hard for kissing another man." It seemed to Jackson as though Mark had not noticed this fact until this point. Both men blushed, and looked away from one another.
Jackson took that moment to speak up and say, "Look, man. You got what you wanted, now go." He continued to stare into the man's eye, when a smile broke out on his face. The smile creeped Jackson out because he knew that the man was thinking. This wasn't over yet.
"I don't think so," the man said. "I think that the two of you are still lying to me... and yourselves." At these words, Jackson broke eye contact with the deranged man. "I think that there's more to explore here. Take off you pants!" the man screamed the last sentence, making both men jump. They did as they were told, trying not to look at each other. When they were clad only in their underwear, it was quite obvious that both men were aroused.
"Continue," the man commanded in a calm tone. This time, Jackson made the first move. He leaned forward and claimed Mark's lips in a reassuring manner. He was trying to let Mark know that he was in this with him. They quickly ended up in the same laying position as before, with Mark on top. Thought, this time, they began to rub their bodies together. Each let out a moan at the friction against their hard dicks. Neither wanted to admit it, but they were actually beginning to enjoy what they were doing. But at the same time, they both knew that they had to find a way out of this situation before the man lost it and shot them.
"I think it's time for the two of you to round third base," the man said.
Mark moved his lips from Jackson's lips to his neck. At first, Jackson was a little confused by this. He was wondering if Mark was trying to avoid doing what the man had said by showing other affection. But then Mark's lips moved to his ear and he whispered, "I'll do it. Just close you eyes and think of Lexie or something." Jackson tilted his head to look into Mark's eye. He was surprised to see the resolute look he found there. Mark was willing to do this to spare Jackson from having to. In some twisted way, it was romantic. Jackson gave a slight nod of his head, to let Mark know that he had heard him and agreed.
With that, Mark began kissing his way down Jackson's chest. Jackson didn't know it, but Mark had gone down on a guy before. It was back in college, with Derek. That had been a one time thing, but Mark figured that it was better him than Jackson. Mark's kisses had made it all the way down his stomach, and his trembling fingers were hooking under the elastic of Jackson's underwear. Mark pulled them down in one quick swipe, revealing Jackson entirely. Mark forgot himself for a minute as he looked at Jackson's hard dick. It was pretty big, about 8 inches and thick. Jackson peered down at Mark, staring at his dick. A second later, Mark recovered and slowly grabbed Jackson by the base. He licked his lips and leaned his head forward.
Mark wrapped his lips around the head of Jackson's dick. It had been a long time since he had done this, but he slowly began to remember the feeling. He used his tongue to tease the slit, then began to take more of it into his mouth. Jackson moaned above him, and Mark fought back a smile. If he was going to do this, he might as well do it well. He began to bob his head up and down the shaft, while his right hand twisted up and down the on the part of his dick that couldn't fit in his mouth. Jackson bucked his hips in pleasure, almost gagging Mark. He used his free hand to hold him down, and continued to take more and more of Jackson's hard-on into his mouth.
After a few minutes, he had managed to get every inch of the other man's cock into his mouth. He continued to deep-throat Jackson as heard the moans of pleasure coming from above him. The sounds that Jackson was making were turning him on in a way that he had never imagined a man could. He felt his dick straining against the fabric of his boxer-briefs. Jackson's mind was racing. He couldn't believe how good Mark was making him feel. At that moment, Lexie was the last thing on his mind. All he could manage to do was groan in pleasure and think about how good Mark's mouth felt. He looked down at his friend with his dick in his mouth, and that sight alone nearly made him cum. Without thinking, he reached down and tangled his hand in Mark's hair. He didn't apply any pressure, he just let his hand move up and down along with Mark's bobbing head.
In some bizarre way, the feeling of Jackson's hand in his hair felt reassuring to Mark. It was almost as though it let him know that he was doing it right. Given the circumstances, he was at least glad that he was making Jackson feel good. A few seconds later, Jackson squeezed on the hair that he was holding. Mark knew what that meant, having done it before with women. He took one last long bob of his head and swallowed Jackson whole. A second later, he felt hot cum sliding down his throat.
Mark raised his head to see that Jackson was a quivering mess. He had clearly enjoyed himself. Mark smiled at this before realizing that the man with the gun was still in the room. He turned his head to the man and asked, "Is that what you wanted?"
The man looked at him for a second, then a grimace spread across his face. "I told you he was a fag." Mark knew that he was referring to Jackson, who had just recovered from one of the most intense orgasms of his entire life. Mark wasn't sure how to respond to that statement, so he remained sitting quietly. Then the man cocked his head to the side slightly, as though he had an idea. "I think that he wants more," the man said.
"What do you mean?" Mark asked.
"I mean that I think that it time for you to fuck him." The man said this calmly, almost as though it was a logical statement.
Mark immediately began to protest, "No! No way. I'm not going to do that to him. I don't care what you do to me, I'm not going to hurt him like that."
"Did you just say no to me?" the man with the gun asked in such a cold, menacing voice that both doctors recoiled. "How dare you say no to me?"
It took Mark a few seconds to get his courage back, but when he did, he looked the man directly in the eyes and said, "Like I said, NO. I'm not going to do it." In a flash, the man got out of the chair he was sitting in, strode over to Mark, and pistol whipped him. Mark felt a searing pain in his forehead, and the man began to pace again.
Jackson turned Marks head to face him and asked, "Are you alright?" Mark lifted his eyes to meet Jackson's and nodded.
"I'll be fine," he said. "Am I bleeding?"
"Yeah," Jackson replied. "But it doesn't look too bad."
At that moment, the man with the gun turned back to the two men. Mark moved slightly in front of Jackson, attempting subconsciously to protect him. "I told you to do something," the man said.
"And I gave you an answer," Mark replied.
The man came closer to Mark again, and Jackson quickly shouted, "NO!" He couldn't bear to see Mark get hurt again, so he leaned in close to Marks ear and whispered, "It's okay. Just do it before he hurts you again." Mark looked him in the eyes and told him that it was okay if he got hurt, as long as Jackson didn't get hurt. Jackson was touched by his words, but replied, "I can't watch him hurt you again. He might kill you, or me, or both of us if we don't do what he says. I'm telling you that it's okay." He looked directly into Mark's eyes as he said the last sentence. Mark gave a little nod, and averted his eyes.
"Good," the gunman said, "it looks like we're in agreement... Now get to it."
Mark looked into Jackson's eyes as he began to kiss him again. He was reluctant to do this to Jackson, so when he resigned himself to the fact that it was going to happen, he decided that he was going to make it as gentle as possible. Mark knew that, even if Jackson had any lube, it would surely be packed away in some unknown box. As a result, Mark knew that he had to fin another way to find lubrication. Having no other option, Mark stuck his index and middle finger in his mouth and bathed them in saliva. He placed his index finger at Jackson's entrance, and slowly slid it in.
Jackson moaned at the penetration. Mark was as gentle as possible, but he could still tell that Jackson was uncomfortable. He began to move his finger in and out of his friend. When he felt Jackson begin to relax, he slowly added another finger into him. He continued to work his two fingers in and out of Jackson, until he looked up at him and said, "I'm ready. It's okay."
Mark trusted his friend to know his own limits, so he positioned himself at Jackson's entrance. He reached down, and cupped Jackson's face in one hand. "Are you sure?" was all that he asked. Jackson nodded, and Mark slowly pushed his way into Jackson's tight heat.
Jackson grunted at the intrusion, and gritted his teeth. Mark couldn't help but moan at the feeling surrounding his cock. Mark knew he was big, but he couldn't imagine how Jackson was feeling being violated by 9 inches of thick cock.
Once the head of Mark's dick had passed the tight ring of muscle, he paused. He knew that Jackson was probably in a fair amount of pain, so he waited for a few seconds until Jackson nodded his head for Mark to continue. He pushed his way into Jackson slowly. Once he was completely buried inside of him, he paused again. He waited for Jackson to get used to the intrusion and nod before he began to move.
His movements were slow at first, he was afraid of hurting his friend. After a few minutes, he heard Jackson let out a groan that let him know that he had done something right. Without hesitating, Mark thrust forward at the same angle very quickly. Jackson responded by letting out a yelp and digging his nails into Mark's shoulders. His reaction let Mark know that he had found the right spot. He started moving at a faster pace, which caused Jackson to begin moaning continuously. The friction around his dick felt incredible, and he started moving faster and faster until his was pounding into Jackson at a feverish pace. Mark reached down and began to stroke Jackson. The feeling of another man's dick in his hand drove him crazy with pleasure, and he began pumping into him even more furiously.
Mark leaned down and devoured Jackson's mouth. Both men couldn't help but moan at the feelings they were receiving. After a few minutes, Mark pulled away and said, "I'm gonna cum."
Jackson responded, "Me too." They began to kiss again, and within a few seconds, both men were spilling their loads. Each let out a moan that was captured by the other man's lips. Mark collapsed against Jackson, and they held each other for several minutes.
When he had finally regained his strength, Mark pushed himself up into a push-up position and looked into Jackson's eyes. No words were say, but they continued to stare at each other for what felt like hours, though it was only a few seconds. When the trance finally broke, Jackson looked over to the chair where the man had been sitting, only to find it empty. Mark looked over as well, and gently extracted himself from Jackson. They didn't look at each other for several seconds before Jackson said, "Lock the door."
Mark didn't need to be told twice. He rose to his feet and made his way to the door. Once it was locked, he looked over at Jackson and asked, "What now?"