Title:
Chasing Markie, chapter 2
Author: Jen
scotsinkilts
and Sarah
electrakitty74
Feedback: Love it, please leave it. . .positive or
negative
Pairing: Mark/Angel/Collins Yeah, we went
there.
Word Count: 3047
Rating: NC-17
Genre:
Smut.
Summary: Mark decides to act on Angel's
flirtation.
Notes: This involves graphic sexuality. DON'T
read further if you're too young or offended by such things! All
text in normal font was written by
electrakitty74,
all italics were written by
scotsinkilts
(she got all crazy with this one)
Special Thanks: All
thanks and laud to
shillaire
for inspiring us both, but especially for her ideas of Angel's
sexuality and body issues.
Spoilers: Umm. . .Mark's gay.
. .or maybe bi? We all knew that though.
Warnings: Lots and
lots of man-sex.
Disclaimer: Much as we'd like to, we
don't own any of these people.
"Markie! What are you doing here? Come in, come in," Angel said, holding the door open so Mark could enter the small apartment she was currently sharing with Collins.
"Sorry to just, ya know, pop in but..." Mark blushed slightly and shrugged.
"Oh, don't worry! Anything to see my Markie!" Angel grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the couch. "So, what's up, sweetie? Just stopping in to say hi?"
Mark nodded and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, you could say that."
Angel cocked her head to the side before resting her hand on his knee. "Markie, baby, is something wrong?"
"You could say that too. Ang, is Collins here?"
"Sure honey, he's just in the bedroom. I'll get him for you." Angel started for the bedroom, but Mark's hand went for her like a shot.
"No! Angel, it's . . . it's really you I wanted to talk to. Well, him too, but . . . I'm not doing this very well."
"Markie, are you drunk?"
"A little . . . Yeah, ok, a lot. It's just . . . when you left this afternoon I started thinking . . . maybe thinking isn't the right word for what I was doing. It was more like fantasizing, I guess . . . you know, this is a bad idea, I'm just gonna go on home. Good night, Angel."
Angel narrowed her eyes slightly in confusion as Mark stood up and stumbled slightly towards the door. "Markie...wait." She ran to his side and grasped his arm. "Sit and talk with me, honey. What's on your mind, sweetie? You look so pale." She led him back to the couch and forced him to sit. "Fantasizing about what?"
Mark lowered his head and looked at his hands. "About...about you," he whispered.
Angel's eyes widened. "Me? You...about me?"
Mark nodded, still looking at his hands. "And Collins and...and me."
"You've been...fantasizing about...about the three of us?" Angel didn't quite know how to take that and sat there silently, staring at her friend.
"Well, I mean . . . you were sitting on my lap and I . . . I'm reading too much into this. You've got Collins and I . . . It could never work, I know. Forget I said anything, Angel. It's just the Stoli talking. Blame Collins, he left it for us."
"Markie." Angel took both his hands in hers and looked into his blue eyes. "Collins and I have been talking about you too. He loves it when I flirt, and well, I guess you know that we came home and . . ." she blushed, momentarily. "Well, he really loved that little skirt, but when we were done he was telling me how hot he got while I was sitting in your lap like that and while he was talking, well, he got hard."
Mark's eyes widened slightly. "You...you have been? He did?"
"Yes, sweetie. I think he's been thinking of you too. And I know I have. You're so sweet and cute and adorable." Angel sighed, squeezing his hands softly. "But I want you to know if we do this that it's going to have to be just right. I don't want you to have any regrets."
"Any..." Mark stared into her eyes for a beat, slightly confused, still half drunk. "Angel, I..."
"Hey, there's my girl. I wondered where you ran off to." Collins entered the room, a huge grin on his face as he sat down beside Angel and kissed her cheek. "Hey, Mark." He looked over at this friend, then over at Angel, his smile slowly fading at the looks on both their faces. "What's wrong?"
"Collins, honey, remember when we were talking about Markie earlier?" Angel turned her attention away from Mark for a moment though still keeping the filmmaker's hands in hers. "When I was his lap?"
"Oh yes..." Collins chuckled. "I remember. All too well."
"It
seems," she started turning back to look into Mark's eyes again.
"We weren't the only ones thinking about it." She smiled before
leaning and kissing Mark's cheek, making him blush a deep red.
"We
weren't?" Collins looked a little surprised. "Mark, you . .
. oooooh." A grin spread across Collins' face. "I knew you
were after my girl."
"Not just your girl, sweetie. Markie's got designs on you too." Angel leaned over and kissed Collins deeply, making sure Mark could see every bit. Without breaking the kiss, Angel reached over and ran her hand down the center of Mark's chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. She fiddled a little with the button there, unable, for once, to undo the button with one hand, due to her split focus. Mark was uncertain whether to help her or take her hand away. In the end, he did neither, too stunned to make a choice.
Angel sensed Mark's hesitation and finally pulled away from Collins. "Sorry, baby. Markie needs some attention too." She gave her lover a quick kiss before turning her attention to Mark. "Markie, do you really want to do this?" she asked, taking his hands in hers.
He looked down at her hands, then up into her eyes, then over at Collins who looked perfectly content about the whole situation. "What..what about..ya know.."
"Oh, Markie, sweetie, we could make sure you were ok. I wouldn't do anything to hurt my Markie." She leaned in and kissed his cheek then moved to his lips, kissing him lightly. "What do you want, baby? Do you want to do this?"
Mark reached out, his hand shaking, and lightly touched Angel's cheek. "Yes," he whispered, locking eyes with Collins over Angel's shoulder before turning his gaze to Angel. "I do."
Angel smiled as she leaned in again, kissing him, her hand traveling down to the waistband of his pants again, slowly undoing the top button as Collins' hand ran lightly up her back.
Mark kept his eyes locked on Angel's hand as she worked the zipper to his pants down, his breathing increasing as she moved her lips to his neck while Collins' hand worked its way under her shirt.
"God, baby, you have no idea how hot you look right now," he whispered in Angel's ear as she continued to kiss Mark. He wrapped his arm around her lean stomach and pressed his lips to her neck as he pushed her down against Mark, causing her to giggle, her breath tickling the young filmmaker's neck.
Mark closed his eyes, trying to pretend he wasn't getting hard, that he wasn't turned on in the slightest by Angel pressing against his body.
"Markie, sweetie, open your eyes, baby. I want to see your pretty blue eyes," Angel whispered in his ear. "It's ok," she cooed against his ear.
He slowly let his eyes flutter open and saw Collins with his shirt off and his hands expertly working up Angel's from behind. Mark was really about to do this. He was about to...do something with his best friend and his...well, he didn't know exactly where to lump Angel in his life. She was something, though, and he couldn't believe what he was about to do. An internal struggle started in his mind. Part of it told him he should leave, that he was straight, that is was risky, another part told him that this was wrong, that Angel and Collins belonged together, that he should leave them alone, and a final part was begging him to cave into his desire, willing him to reciprocate as Angel lightly kissed his neck as she ran her hand up and under his shirt. This final part assured him that Angel and Collins loved him dearly and wouldn't want him to get hurt or sick. They weren't stupid and would know how to protect him. It also told him that they both obviously wanted this so there was no harm in participating.
This battle went on inside his head while he struggled with what to do as his body, well his lower body to be accurate, did exactly what it wanted and responded eagerly to Angel's touch. It was the involuntary shiver that went up his spine and Angel's hand brushing against his crotch that forced him out of his mind and to do what his lower body was begging him to do. He pulled Angel's face up to meet his, locking his lips with hers as his hands started roaming her lean body, occasionally bumping into Collins' large, dark hands.
Angel moaned slightly against his mouth as she quickly adapted to his forceful nature, pushing her fingers down into his jeans.
"If neither of you gets naked or least your shirts off soon, I'm going to go crazy," Collins whispered hoarsely into Angel's ear.
Angel giggled and pulled herself away from Mark long enough to lift her shirt off, reminding Mark quickly that Angel, despite how she acted, looked, and thought, was wholly male underneath everything. An alarm went off in part of his brain, telling he wasn't gay, he wasn't bi, he liked women and that he should quickly get away. Mark promptly told that part of his brain to shut up and removed his own shirt.
Angel noticed how Mark's hands shook slightly as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Baby, let's move into our room. Make Markie more comfortable." She smiled and extracted herself from between her boys. She took Mark's hand, threading their fingers together. "How does that sound?"
In Mark's current state of half undress and half arousal, he simply nodded and allowed himself to be pulled off the couch.
Collins grinned and went to Angel's other side, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. "You look so hot, baby. Kissin' Mark like that," he said, growling in her ear making her giggle and squeeze Mark's hand tighter.
Once they were in the bedroom, Angel gently forced Mark to sit on the bed, smiling at the dumb, sweet look on his face as he gazed up at her. "Always the cute ones," she murmured, lightly touching his cheek. "Do you want me to put the school girl outfit on again?" she asked.
"Baby, you're just getting out of your clothes, don't go puttin' more on now," Collins whined as he stepped behind her and ran his smooth, dark fingers along her stomach, causing her to squirm.
"I know, honey, but I want to see what Markie wants, ok?" She turned her head and gave Collins a quick kiss before turning back to Mark. "What do you want, sweetie?"
Mark stared back up at Angel, fascinated by the person before him. Angel had always fascinated him, yes, and he'd even developed a small crush on her of sorts but always reminded himself that Angel was actually a man and was with Collins. But the idea of actually having sex with Angel somehow appealed to him. He didn't consider her a drag queen, using the words his father had on his first and only visit to Alphabet City years before, he didn't consider her a man, she was simply Angel to him and everything about her always made his mind spin.
"Sweetie, you still with us?" Angel asked, breaking Mark out of his thoughts.
"Yeah..yeah. Sorry, um...what?" He asked, a soft blush creeping over his cheeks.
"You're so cute. Isn't he cute, baby?"
"Yeah, real cute," Collins said, gripping her hips tightly. "Mark, man, come on...do you want Angel to put more clothing back on so she can look like the sexy school girl she is or can we get this party started?"
Mark blinked a few times and nodded before realizing that wouldn't help matters. "Um, no..no..this...this is fine."
"Mark, have I ever told you that I love you?" Collins grinned and lifted Angel up into his arms before placing her in Mark's lap. "Hmm...yes..." he said chuckling as he started removing his pants. "Baby, you're still wearing far too much clothing."
Angel giggled and gave Mark a quick kiss on the cheek. "Markie too." She got off his lap and knelt before him, tugging lightly on the waistband of his jeans.
He involuntarily lifted his hips and let her slide them off, pooling at his feet. She untied his shoes and pulled them off before completely removing his jeans.
Collins hand his hands on her hips, sliding down into the waistband of her skirt. He slowly tugged it down, revealing her tight panties.
Mark stared at the smooth mound where her...penis? should be. It felt odd for him to think of that; her penis, Angel's penis. His mind grappled with idea of Angel actually having that bit of anatomy, totally oblivious to the fact that Angel was pulling off his boxers just as Collins removed his. He blinked a few times before fully realizing the only one not completely naked was Angel.
Angel urged Mark further back on the bed so his back was pressed against the wall.
"How...I mean...we...you two...me.." Mark stammered out.
Collins chuckled. "Don't worry, man. We've got it figured out." He leaned over and gave Mark a kiss, not feeling odd at all for kissing his best friend before placing his hands on Angel's hips. He pushed her panties away from her entrance, lightly rubbing her ass. "Angel will take care of everything."
Angel smiled. "I'll be gentle, Markie-baby." She gave him another kiss, her tongue lightly massaging his lips until they parted and she could slip it inside. Her hand traveled down to Mark's hard cock, pressing against her thigh.
Mark let out a soft groan against her lips as she wrapped her hands around him, slowly running her fingers along his along his length.
Behind her, Collins had extracted the bottle of lube and was quickly preparing her before grasping her hips and slowly sliding into her.
She moaned into Mark's mouth and increased her pace on his cock, her thumb running over the head.
Mark's breathing increased as he struggled to not wrap his arms around Angel, roll her onto her back, and slam into her much like Collins currently was, his dark, cocoa fingers running along the front of Angel's panties as he slowly moved in and out of her body
"You can touch me, Markie-baby," Angel said, giggling. She took one of Mark's arms and placed it over her shoulder. His fingers immediately dug at her soft skin while his other hand rested on her hip.
She kissed him again, her hand moving faster along his cock as Collins steadied his pace, his hand running up her chest, focusing all his attention on her while Angel focused on Mark who simply sat there unsure of what to do.
He was tired of simply kissing Angel. He wanted her lips around him. One thing that he missed about Maureen was the head she could give. He pulled away and moved his hands to cup her cheek. "Ang, I...please..." he stammered out.
Angel smiled and kissed his cheek before moving her mouth to his neck, his chest, his abs and stomach. Collins adjusted to the movement, getting turned on even more at the idea of what was about to happen.
Her lips were now inches from his cock and Mark had to close his eyes, the image of Collins and Angel fucking while Angel gave him a blow job, appearing as soon as they shut.
"Come on, Mark. Pay attention to my girl. She don't do this for just anybody." Collins said.
Mark slowly opened his eyes and lowered his gaze down to Angel, her smooth lips slowly working along his cock. He moved his hand to rest on her back then ran it up to her hair, her wig still in place, amazing him even more than anything else.
Collins let out a low groan as he increased his pace into Angel's body, feeling himself grow closer and closer as she pressed her hips back against his, her lips still around Mark's cock as he too grew closer.
Angel lightly sank her teeth into Mark's skin and he finally let go into her mouth, his body shaking with release as she swallowed everything he could give.
Collins grasped Angel's hips, thrust into her one more time, before spilling into her body, falling against her back. The pair collapsed into Mark's lap. He was too out of it to see Collins quickly and expertly give Angel her own release before pulling her into his arms, her body pressed against his.
The first thing Mark was aware of was a massive headache. Without opening his eyes, he discovered an arm draped over him. Instinctively, he took the hand and pulled the arm tighter around his waist. Still asleep, Angel complied, pulling him closer to her body. Mark snuggled down and went back to sleep in an attempt to sleep off his hangover.
About a half an hour later, Mark woke for good, the headache
still raging, still wrapped in Angel's arms. He jumped, seeing
Angel's hand on his bare stomach and the night's activities came
back to him in broken fragments. Did he . . . did they? Really? Oh
shit!
"Morning, Markie . . ." Angel said sleepily. She reached
over and kissed him gently.
"Morning, uh . . . Angel." He
returned the kiss, a little embarrassed.
"He's still
sleeping," she said softly, indicating Collins lying next to her.
"He can sleep through just about anything."
"I know," Mark
replied, smiling at Collins.
"C'mon sweetie, let's go make
ourselves some breakfast."
"Uh . . . Ok."
Angel put on a
robe and handed Mark a pair of Collins' old sweatpants and the two
went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Mark's awkwardness slowly
melted under Angel's sunny morning disposition.
Before long,
they were just Mark and Angel again. That lasted until Mark heard
Collins shuffling down the hall. He froze again until he saw Collins'
sleepy grin, just the same as it had always been. The bigger man
snagged Angel's waist in a hug, making her shriek as she always
did. Once he'd greeted his queen, Collins smiled and pecked Mark on
the cheek. Mark relaxed.
Nothing and everything had changed.
