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Chapter 2

Mark had just woken Jackson from his slumber. The dream that Jackson had been having had been incredible; too bad it was just a dream.

"Maybe it's time for bed," Mark said, standing. "The guestroom is already made up." Jackson nodded his head, still trying to wake up. He stood and began to make his way towards the guestroom. The guestroom was just passed Mark's bedroom. Mark was following behind him as they passed the kitchen.

"What were you dreaming about?" Mark asked. "It sounded like a good one."

Jackson was momentarily stunned by the question. "Oh... Nothing in particular..." he lied.

They were about to reach Mark's bedroom, when he said, "Really? Because I could have sworn that you were moaning my name."

Before Jackson had a chance to react, Mark had spun him around, pushed him up against the door frame of his own room, and pressed his lips to Jackson's. Mark's kiss was hard and Jackson was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and began to kiss back. He wrapped his arms around Mark's neck. It may have been the alcohol, the fact that he was still waking up, or getting exactly what he had been dreaming about for months, but Jackson didn't even consider the consequences of what was happening.

Mark's hands were on Jackson's hips. He pulled him away from the door frame, turned them without breaking the kiss, and began to walk them towards his bed. The back of Jackson's knees hit Mark's bed and they fell onto it. Mark's lips left Jackson's and moved to his neck. Jackson was moaning and Mark whispered in his ear.

"So... what were you dreaming about?"

Jackson didn't even think before answering, "You." Jackson felt Mark's mouth break into a smile against the skin of his neck.

"And what was I doing?" Mark asked.

"Fucking my brains out." Jackson replied, boldly. One of Mark's hands reached between them and reached for Jackson's belt.

"Is that something you want to do?" Mark asked.

Jackson had one of his hands tangled in Mark's hair. He tugged on Mark's hair, pulling his face up, and kissed him in response. Mark smiled again, pulling away. For a second, Jackson was terrified that Mark had been play some kind of cruel joke on him and was now going to tell him to get out. But Mark did nothing of the sort. He simply got up on his knees and leaned over to the bedside table. He reached in and pulled out a condom and some lubricant.

Mark looked into Jackson's eyes and said, "Let me know if you change your mind."

"I won't." Jackson replied without even considering it.

Mark smiled again and kissed him hard. After a few seconds, he began to kiss his way down Jackson's chest. He spent a couple of seconds on each of his nipples, causing Jackson to let out several loud moans. His hand was working off Jackson's belt and pants. By the time he reached the top of his boxers, Jackson's pants were completely undone. Mark slid his fingers underneath the elastic of his boxers and pulled down.

Jackson was suddenly completely naked, and he felt slightly self-conscious. That thought was quickly swept away when Mark's mouth found the head of his dick. He yelped and Mark placed his hands firmly on Jackson's hips to keep him from bucking up. Once Jackson had calmed down slightly, Mark began to take more of Jackson into his mouth.

As he began to suck Jackson's dick in earnest, Mark reached for the lube. He opened it one-handed and poured some onto his fingertips. He looked up into Jackson's face and watched for hints of pain as he slowly inserted one finger into Jackson's hole. Jackson shuttered and let out another moan. Mark took this as a good sign and lowered his eyes back to what he was doing. He spent several minutes working Jackson open and sucking him off. When he felt that Jackson was ready, he stopped what he was doing and moved up Jackson's chest. He pressed his lips against his protégé's.

"Are you ready?" Mark asked. Jackson nodded and kissed Mark again. Mark reached down and opened the condom wrapper. He slipped the condom on his dick and positioned himself at Jackson's entrance. He looked directly into Jackson's lust filled eyes and slipped the head of his dick in. Jackson took in a deep breath and hissed.

Mark kept looking into Jackson's face while he asked, "You OK?" Jackson nodded, but kept eyes tightly shut. He had never felt anything inside of him before, and it burned slightly. It didn't hurt, Mark having prepared him sufficiently. After about 30 seconds, he opened his eyes and looked deep into his mentor's eyes.

"OK," he said, nodding slightly. Mark kissed him and pushed the rest of the way in. Jackson couldn't believe how big Mark was, and he let out a low moan. Mark was kissing him again. He felt Mark begin to move slowly in and out of him. After about a few minutes, Jackson felt Mark's dick slide across something inside him. He let out another yelp and Mark stopped dead.

"Are you OK?" he asked, brow furrowed in concern. He was scared he had hurt the younger man, but Jackson replied,

"Do that again."

Mark smiled again and began moving more quickly. Jackson was moaning nonstop and Mark couldn't keep his lips off of his friend. He kissed every inch of skin he could find and moved his hips faster.

"Do you like that?" Mark asked.

"God, yes!" Jackson replied, digging his nails into Mark's back. The slight pain only resulted in Mark moving faster. After a few more minutes, Jackson moan, "Oh, god, Mark! I'm going to cum." Just hearing those words coming out of Jackson mouth brought Mark right to the edge with him. A few seconds later, they both came together.

Mark lay on top of Jackson for a few seconds while they both came down from their high. When they finally did, Mark looked into Jackson's eyes. Jackson knew what the look was asking and he nodded to let him know that it was OK to pull out of him. Mark did and laid down next to his friend. They laid there for several minutes. Jackson was starting to worry about how Mark was going to react to what had just happened.

Jackson decided to get out of the awkward situation by sitting up and pulling up his pants. He began to move towards the side of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Mark asked, concerned. His mind began to spin, thinking that he was already regretting what had happened.

"To the other bedroom," Jackson replied. Mark could see the scared look on his face, and he smiled. Mark reached out, grabbed Jackson's arm, and pulled Jackson against his chest.

"You're not going anywhere." Mark said, still smiling. Jackson let out a relieved sigh and relaxed with his head buried in Mark's shoulder. Mark reached over to the lamp on the bedside table and turned off the light.

Mark said, "Goodnight." When he didn't get a reply, he looked down and saw that Jackson had already fallen fast asleep. Mark's smile grew wider and he kissed his friend's forehead. He fell quickly into a deep and contented sleep.

A/N: I'm not sure whether to end this story here or add another chapter. I have a direction I could go, but this seems like a sweet ending. Thoughts?