The Box and The Eye

Skype at 2am

It's been 3 months since Mark tweeted Sean that day. Mark was laying in his bed back in LA staring at the ceiling. He just hit 10M subscribers on YouTube the month before, and that was when he last heard from Sean. He turned sideways staring at the empty space next to him. He remembered Sean asking could he crash at his place that night, and Mark willingly lead him to his bed. They slept apart from each other still being 'bros' but at least someone filled that empty space in Mark's bed. At home, in his bed, he was alone.

He sprang up, "What am I doing, its 2am, and I'm thinking of Sean?" He said aloud as he propped his back on some pillows. He picked up his phone from the charger and got on Twitter to find that one conversation. "Fuck you Sean!" He whispered as he came across when he called him Daddy. 'Skype!' He thought as he hurriedly opened his laptop, clicked the icon and zipped to Sean's contact. There was a long pause of bubbly noises as if Sean hesitantly clicked the answer button on the other end. A face turned up and Mark's stomach did some summersaults.

Sean was on his laptop when Mark's Skype icon showed up on his screen at 2am, he hasn't talked to him since, well since what happened. He looked at it for a while, and had no choice but to answer. He smiled when he saw Mark's face. "Hi, Mark!" He tried to sound confident, when really, his heart was having a drum party in his chest. Mark kept staring and not talking, "Mark?! Hello, buddy?" "Oh, I'm so sorry, I was just-- anyways. What's up?" Sean started giggling. He knew Mark was nervous when his voice kept climbing octaves. "Nothing much, just recording videos every now and then." He said with a shrug. Mark ran his fingers through his luscious hair and Sean's heart sank into his stomach. He closed his eyes to control himself.

"Same, but, how come you haven't talked to me, like, at all..." Mark said with a wrinkle in his brow. Sean blushed hard and looked to the left so Mark wouldn't notice. "Well, see, um, you know, stuff?" Sean scratched the back of his head. "Were you avoiding me?" He stared him dead in his blue eyes. 'His eyes are like an ocean, they're so, no concentrate, your supposed to be mad at him!' Mark thought. Sean blushed as Mark's brown eyes stared at him, "No, no, that wasn't it...I was just, you know, It's hard talking to the guy, that you kind of get off to when your alone, you know?" Sean looked down at something he was messing with. "I was afraid to talk to you after what happened, you made me feel so good," Mark's heart was beating out his chest. "and I didn't think I could control myself around you, so I avoided you, but I still thought about you...every now and then, like, when I'm about to go to bed." He looked back up at Mark with innocent eyes, "U-uhhm, whoa," he took a deep breath, "Really?" He said as he shed his covers due to it, heating up.

Sean immediately regretted what he said and cursed himself. He heard shifting around on Mark's end, he lost his words when he looked back at the screen. 'Shirtless, why is he shirtless? What did I do to deserve this!?' "Wow, ok, that makes sense, I guess I can forgive you?" He said. Mark felt Sean's eyes burning his chest through the screen, he finally got what he was staring at. Mark smirked and flexed, "You like what you see Sean, you know I don't like fabric when I'm asleep." Mark let Sean get a good look of his bare skin and abs. 'Oh god, what I'd do if I were there, that skin looks so damn smooth.' Sean's thoughts were being controlled by his friend bulging in-between his legs. Mark brought the camera up to his face and said "Sean, stop drooling man!" He chuckled a bit.

There was a long pause of silence, "I want that body Mark." Sean had lust filled eyes and was grabbing down for his hard.

Mark's member immediately responded to Sean's heavy accent. "But. You can't, were literally talking through Skype right now." He blushed as Sean bit his lip and started to stroke his hard through his slacks. "Take off your clothes." Mark did exactly that. He got from under the covers and slid down his sweat pants. Then he sat back in front of the camera trying to hide his fully grown friend. "I want it all off." Sean said with some firmness in his voice. Mark slid his plaid boxers down his hairless legs and discarded them on the ground. He sat back in front of the camera and couldn't believe what he saw. Sean was fully nude laying on his back, eyes closed and one hand on his cock.

"Mark, tell me what you'd do to me if I were there." Sean pleaded. His breathes were rigged and fast. He turned his head to the camera to get another look at Mark. Mark blushed but Sean's needy eyes made him go wild, "Oh man, Sean, I'd hop right on top of you and start a hot make out session with your lips. I'd tease your ass with one finger and wait until you beg for another." Sean let a moan escape through his teeth. "Yeah. And you'd moan just like that,"
"Oh fuh, I need you now." Sean stuck two fingers in his mouth, and immediately put them in his ass. "Ahh shit, keep talking to me." Mark started at his cock and said, "I would start kissing you down, oh Jesus your facial expressions are killing me, I would start kissing down your neck and suck at your sweet spots." Mark stroked faster as Sean squirmed and fought the urge to jump through the computer screen. "Mhmm, you like it when I talk dirty to you Sean don't you?" He licked his lips. "Fuck you Mark, I'm gonna be in LA so fast after this." Mark wore a devilish smirked on his face. "Oh, really, you won't be needing to pack because your gonna be in my room all day, and no need for clothes either, I prefer my meals bare." Mark growled with lust clouding his eyes.

Sean was beating his cock, "Yess, I would like, that." He couldn't think straight the way Mark was talking to him. "Nothing will keep me from pinning you up against the wall, I'll fuck you from wherever you are. I wanna hear you scream my name." Mark said as he worked harder, and got a steady rhythm going. "M-MmmarRRRkk." Sean rolled his eyes back and curled his spine as 3 of his fingers pounded him from behind. He lost himself as he was listening to Mark moan and grunt on the other half. "Fuuuck, Sean, I wanna...mmm..slide in and out of your tight little ass and have you hurting when you sit and walk the next day. I want to mmmark and scratch on you, and grab your hair, that's me, your mine." "Mmm..yeah, I'm yours Daddy, I'm all yours," Sean started pumping faster as his toes balled, he started to whimper at the thought of Mark pounding him to where he couldn't walk. "Oh fuck M-mark, oh fuck...holy- Mahhh!" "Ahh fuhh, keep making those sounds, the ones that make me want to fuck- straddle you and make you beg for forgiveness." Mark spread his legs out as he moaned Sean's name and worked himself up.

"Ahh, Maarhhk, Mma, dahh, ohhh sh- Ah yeah, ehhh." Sean clenched his eyes shut as he rolled himself in his palm and hit his spot with the tips of his fingers over and over again. "Ahh shiiih," he gave one strong scream and soon hot white ribbons of liquid made a pool on his stomach. "Oh fuck Mark, oh my god..." He lay on his back in a daze.
Mark pumped faster and cummed heavily in his palm, warmth pouring out over his stomach and into the sheets. "Ahh, fuuhk. Sean...holy fucking fudge sticks, that was great." Their breathing slowed as they calmed down.

"Your flight, leaves at 6am your time, by the way." Mark said in intervals. "Huh?? What, how?" Sean looked into the camera too tired to sit up. "Well, I couldn't sleep, because of you mostly, so I booked you a flight, it should take 3 hours at the least, and the weather is actually looking good in both Ireland and LA, so no delays." Mark took a breath. "But over here, its 4am." Mark smirked as he heard worry in Sean's voice, "Well, I guess you should start making your way to the airport." "Is that a challenge?" Sean asked as he started tripping over himself while speed dressing. "Yeah, get you ass over here. I'll be in bed, call me when you're at the airport, so we can start early." Mark popped his eyebrows and said his goodbyes. Disconnecting the call, he drifted away in his dreams knowing that later today, he'd make someone crave him.