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.” Mark paused to lift his canto his lips, realized it was empty, and put it down again.Scrabbling forthe rest of his dignity, he said, “Man, you better keep that to yourself.No need to throw it into people"s faces like this.”The crooked smile made a reappearance as Hunter handed him anew can, already open.“Here.Sorry, I didn"t think you"d mind.”“I don"t!” Mark realized he was almost yelling and toned hisvoice down.“I don"t mind.It"s just… being gay is not exactly popularhere, you know? It can get you into trouble.”“Trouble,” Hunter echoed.“Okay.I get it.” He sighed.“What apity.In Dubai, I could have been sentenced to death for being gay, andhere, it can still get me into trouble.” He cocked his head.“What kindCity Falcon77of trouble, if you don"t mind? For the purposes of my social education,I"d like to know what I"m facing here.”He was mocking him again.Mark felt anger well up inside him,making him speak more vehemently than usual.“It"s no crime, alright.But people are still killed for being gay.Or beaten up.Or fired, orharassed until they quit their job.Or judged, or treated with contempt.What kind of trouble, you ask? I knew a man who died of AIDS.Evenhis doctor told him it was his own fault.Because he was gay! That"s thekind of trouble we"re talking about here.” By the end, Mark realized hewas yelling again, but he didn"t care.He banged his soda can on thetable and made to stand up, his only wish to get out of there.In a wink, Hunter was on his knees in front of him, holding himdown with unexpected strength.“Mark, Mark, I didn"t mean….Mark,please, I"m sorry, I"m so sorry….”It brought him back to his senses, back from the relived pain, thefury, seeing the same emotions written plainly on Hunter"s face.Markslumped back on the sofa, closing his eyes, giving in to the gentlehands that stroked him, caressed him, soothed him, for once giving itup, giving it all up.His forehead came to rest against Hunter"s, his facecupped in Hunter"s hands, and Mark let him, let himself be held.“No apologies anymore, remember?” he said after a while.Hunterlaughed softly, the sound somewhat choked.“This one was in order, I think.I can be a prick sometimes, justso you know.”“No kidding.Wouldn"t have noticed,” Mark said.Hunter"sfingers moved, stroking Mark"s cheekbones, but Mark didn"t pullaway.Even when Hunter traced Mark"s lips with his thumb.“If I wanted to kiss you now, would you get mad at me?” Hunterasked.Mark took a deep breath.“No,” he said.Mark waited, eyes closed, for the first touch of lips on lips.Whenit came, it was a gentle, dry brush.Hunter"s beard rasped across Mark"schin as the soft touch moved, teased Mark"s mouth corner to corner andback again, this time leaving a hint of wetness in its wake.Tentatively,78Feliz FaberMark parted his lips, chasing after the moist trail with the tip of histongue.“Gazzabi,” Hunter whispered, the word a cool breath acrossMark"s skin.The big hands angled Mark"s head, and the gentle brushbecame a warm, wet pressure which sneaked between Mark"s lips, pasthis teeth, until it reached his tongue.Mark opened his mouth and gavein to the taste and the heat.Rough faces rubbed against each other, burning skin, tongues metand licked, teeth scraped tender flesh, fingers pressed into muscles andbone.Mark"s hands came up, went to Hunter"s waist, and Hunter rose,moved closer, pushed, urged, until Mark was flat on his back, his legsspread wide with Hunter on top of him, belly against belly, groinagainst groin, sliding and grinding.Mark slid his hands up under the hem of Hunter"s T-shirt, andfinally touched bare skin, hot and smooth under his palms.He angledhis fingers, scraped upward with his nails.Hunter arched, threw hishead back, the pressure of his hips almost painful on Mark"s hard cock.Mark rocked his hips up with a soft groan.“Don"t,” Hunter gasped out.He pulled back, bracing his weighton his elbows and knees.His pupils were huge, his face drawn with thesame need that forced a protesting noise from Mark"s throat.“No more,Mark.I need… we need to stop now, or I won"t.”Mark felt lightheaded, his blood pooling where their bodies hadtouched only moments ago.Touch, pressure, heat—he wanted it back.He ached for it.His arms tightened around Hunter"s flanks.“I"m notstopping,” he grated out.The coffee table toppled over, sending papers and half-emptysoda cans flying when Mark kicked it away as he jerked them around.He didn"t care.He was sitting astride Hunter, leaning on Hunter"swrists, which he had caught as Hunter flailed in surprise.“Not…stopping [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.” Mark paused to lift his canto his lips, realized it was empty, and put it down again.Scrabbling forthe rest of his dignity, he said, “Man, you better keep that to yourself.No need to throw it into people"s faces like this.”The crooked smile made a reappearance as Hunter handed him anew can, already open.“Here.Sorry, I didn"t think you"d mind.”“I don"t!” Mark realized he was almost yelling and toned hisvoice down.“I don"t mind.It"s just… being gay is not exactly popularhere, you know? It can get you into trouble.”“Trouble,” Hunter echoed.“Okay.I get it.” He sighed.“What apity.In Dubai, I could have been sentenced to death for being gay, andhere, it can still get me into trouble.” He cocked his head.“What kindCity Falcon77of trouble, if you don"t mind? For the purposes of my social education,I"d like to know what I"m facing here.”He was mocking him again.Mark felt anger well up inside him,making him speak more vehemently than usual.“It"s no crime, alright.But people are still killed for being gay.Or beaten up.Or fired, orharassed until they quit their job.Or judged, or treated with contempt.What kind of trouble, you ask? I knew a man who died of AIDS.Evenhis doctor told him it was his own fault.Because he was gay! That"s thekind of trouble we"re talking about here.” By the end, Mark realized hewas yelling again, but he didn"t care.He banged his soda can on thetable and made to stand up, his only wish to get out of there.In a wink, Hunter was on his knees in front of him, holding himdown with unexpected strength.“Mark, Mark, I didn"t mean….Mark,please, I"m sorry, I"m so sorry….”It brought him back to his senses, back from the relived pain, thefury, seeing the same emotions written plainly on Hunter"s face.Markslumped back on the sofa, closing his eyes, giving in to the gentlehands that stroked him, caressed him, soothed him, for once giving itup, giving it all up.His forehead came to rest against Hunter"s, his facecupped in Hunter"s hands, and Mark let him, let himself be held.“No apologies anymore, remember?” he said after a while.Hunterlaughed softly, the sound somewhat choked.“This one was in order, I think.I can be a prick sometimes, justso you know.”“No kidding.Wouldn"t have noticed,” Mark said.Hunter"sfingers moved, stroking Mark"s cheekbones, but Mark didn"t pullaway.Even when Hunter traced Mark"s lips with his thumb.“If I wanted to kiss you now, would you get mad at me?” Hunterasked.Mark took a deep breath.“No,” he said.Mark waited, eyes closed, for the first touch of lips on lips.Whenit came, it was a gentle, dry brush.Hunter"s beard rasped across Mark"schin as the soft touch moved, teased Mark"s mouth corner to corner andback again, this time leaving a hint of wetness in its wake.Tentatively,78Feliz FaberMark parted his lips, chasing after the moist trail with the tip of histongue.“Gazzabi,” Hunter whispered, the word a cool breath acrossMark"s skin.The big hands angled Mark"s head, and the gentle brushbecame a warm, wet pressure which sneaked between Mark"s lips, pasthis teeth, until it reached his tongue.Mark opened his mouth and gavein to the taste and the heat.Rough faces rubbed against each other, burning skin, tongues metand licked, teeth scraped tender flesh, fingers pressed into muscles andbone.Mark"s hands came up, went to Hunter"s waist, and Hunter rose,moved closer, pushed, urged, until Mark was flat on his back, his legsspread wide with Hunter on top of him, belly against belly, groinagainst groin, sliding and grinding.Mark slid his hands up under the hem of Hunter"s T-shirt, andfinally touched bare skin, hot and smooth under his palms.He angledhis fingers, scraped upward with his nails.Hunter arched, threw hishead back, the pressure of his hips almost painful on Mark"s hard cock.Mark rocked his hips up with a soft groan.“Don"t,” Hunter gasped out.He pulled back, bracing his weighton his elbows and knees.His pupils were huge, his face drawn with thesame need that forced a protesting noise from Mark"s throat.“No more,Mark.I need… we need to stop now, or I won"t.”Mark felt lightheaded, his blood pooling where their bodies hadtouched only moments ago.Touch, pressure, heat—he wanted it back.He ached for it.His arms tightened around Hunter"s flanks.“I"m notstopping,” he grated out.The coffee table toppled over, sending papers and half-emptysoda cans flying when Mark kicked it away as he jerked them around.He didn"t care.He was sitting astride Hunter, leaning on Hunter"swrists, which he had caught as Hunter flailed in surprise.“Not…stopping [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]