Squared Away (Out of Uniform 5)

But now the want was back and his heart was beating so hard Isaiah had to be able to hear it.

“I’m not chicken.” As if in a trance, Mark reached out, traced Isaiah’s generous mouth with his thumb. Soft. So soft. His tongue came out, licked at the pad of Mark’s thumb, making him hiss in a breath. Apparently Isaiah liked that reaction because his lips curved up into a hint of a smile and he used his teeth next, grazing Mark’s callused skin.

Fuck. A burning hot sizzle raced up his spine.

Isaiah’s tongue attacked his palm next, little flicks that were the single most erotic experience of Mark’s life. His breath came in harsh little pants. Dipping his head, Isaiah trailed his mouth along Mark’s bare arm, hitting nerve endings he’d never seen in his anatomy texts. His wrist. His inner elbow. Dipping under the edge of his T-shirt. Moving to his neck, licking a determined path to his jaw.

“Kiss me,” Isaiah whispered, lips against his cheek. He could have closed the gap himself rather easily, but he was waiting on Mark, giving him just enough space to pull away. And somehow that hesitation, that consideration was what undid Mark, made him lean in.

Isaiah was going to tempt and dare and tease but he wasn’t going to take. No, that had to be up to Mark. And fuck, Mark couldn’t bear pulling away, not ever knowing what those lips felt like against his own. So he slid his mouth over, cautiously finding Isaiah’s. It was the most glancing of contact but he felt it all the way to his toes.

He’d been kissed before, but usually the other person took over by this point. Not Isaiah. He seemed content to let Mark get his bearings, decide how much pressure felt good, move his mouth this way and that, experimenting. Mark felt like he’d been waiting years to nip at that full lower lip, so he followed that impulse, which made Isaiah groan low. His hand came to rest on Mark’s shoulder, not yanking him closer, just a steady pressure. Another point of connection.

Mark repeated the motion, more aggressive this pass, sucking on Isaiah’s lip. He used his tongue to trace its contours, moving to lick at the seam, his turn to tease. Isaiah whimpered and trembled, and then it was Mark doing the pulling, making their torsos collide. Mouth opening on a groan, Isaiah wordlessly invited him to take more. This was the part that Mark hadn’t always liked in the past, but his tongue rushed ahead, eager to continue exploring.

And it was good. Electric even, the feeling of his tongue against Isaiah’s. Not completely passive, Isaiah sucked lightly at him, meeting his quest with his own. He tasted like beer and something sweet, something uniquely Isaiah that made him need more and more. Leaning in, he tried to meet that unexpected demand.

Isaiah growled low, meeting him aggression for aggression. His tongue flicked into Mark’s mouth for the first time. And fuck, it was Mark’s turn to tremble, a shiver that started at the base of his spine and worked its way up to his shoulders and neck.

“Hell. We’re gonna end up on the floor if we’re not careful.” Isaiah laughed, and then he was moving again, tugging Mark with him so that they were lying on the couch, Mark on top of Isaiah, who was grinning up at him like he’d been given the best present of all time. “There. That’s better.”

Mark had to agree. Isaiah under him, laughing, mouth inviting more kisses, hands stroking Mark’s back was more than he’d ever dreamed possible. And apparently his body wasn’t done kissing and exploring because his mouth found Isaiah’s again.

“Oh yeah.” Isaiah welcomed him back with a groan. He wasn’t quite so pliable now, taking more of the lead, but Mark was good with that because Isaiah was full of good ideas like getting a hand under Mark’s shirt while he sucked at Mark’s tongue. His big hand was warm on Mark’s back, the skin-to-skin contact exactly what Mark hadn’t realized he needed.

“Shirt off.” Isaiah pulled back long enough to make the demand, pulling at the hem of Mark’s shirt. Taking his shirt off meant more of Isaiah’s touches so Mark was all for that. He sat up just long enough to send his shirt fluttering to the floor. And hey, look at that, Isaiah had taken his off too. But he didn’t have much time to marvel at Isaiah’s bare chest before Isaiah was claiming his mouth again.

And when he settled back on top of Isaiah, their chests meeting, he was the one moaning. Isaiah was smooth, nearly bare pecs, but he had a trail of hair on his stomach that rubbed against Mark’s skin in the most delicious way. Lying this way negated their height difference, and when Mark moved, Isaiah’s hard nipples dragged against Mark’s chest. Isaiah was far more muscled and solid than Mark had expected, and not having to worry about crushing him was nice. In fact, Isaiah seemed to want more, holding Mark closer.