The Septiplier Secret

Part 1

Sean rolled over onto his side to stare at the large crackling fireplace.  The warm heat that radiated out from it felt so good against his exposed skin.  Feeling so relaxed and calm, Sean stroked the base of his neck, closing his eyes.  Enjoying the moment.  A smile pulled at his lips as a hand snaked over his ribcage.  The hand continued to slide over his side to his chest.  Where it began to stroke his chest hair tenderly.  Behind him, he felt warm lips press against his bare shoulder.  Hungrily tasting his flesh like was his drug.  Sean bit his lower lip, rolling slowly onto his back.  Mark quickly shifted over him, kissing along Sean's arm as he did.  Opening his lusty eyes, Sean stared up into Mark's chocolate brown eyes whispering softly.  "I can't tell what is making me warmer. The fire, or you".  Mark grinned back, leaning in to press a brief kiss to his lips, before answering in a low buttery voice.  "Does it matter"?  Sean shook his head, laying his arms out above his head.  Feeling the incredibly soft black bear rug laid out beneath him. 

The flickering light from the fire sent shadows and shades of warm reds across Mark's body, that made Sean lick his lips.  They made Mark look like a powerful god.  Mark ran his warm palms down Sean's sides.  Feeling every curve and leaving a burning trail on the skin he touched.  Sean clawed his fingers through the soft fur, desperately trying to keep still.  Mark's hands stopped at his hips, his head lowering over him to kiss Sean's belly button.  Sean gasped from the weird tingling sensation that gave him and raised his legs up to rest against Mark's bare hips.  Mark had to be a fire god, because Sean was melting!  Mark straightened up a little, running his hands from Sean's hips to right up along his legs to his ankles.  Sean hated how Mark was so close to him... but at the same time so far away.  He wanted to feel Mark all over him.  To feel like he couldn't escape from him.  To be surrounded by him and his godly warmth. 

Sean lowered his arms to push up onto his elbows.  He wanted Mark and he was going to get him!  Mark however saw Sean's impatient glare, and quickly lowered over Sean until there lips were mere inches apart.  His warm breath teased Sean's lips, when he asked.  "Relax, Jack. There is no need for us to rush. Let me ravish you".  A shiver trailed down Sean's spine when Mark called him by that name.  It felt like a personal secret between them.  To the world he was Sean, but to his fire god... he was Jack.  Mark tenderly cupped Sean's cheek, easing him back down against the fur rug.  The whole time, Sean couldn't look away from Mark's eyes.  He could see the flames from the fireplace dancing erotically in his suddenly shadowed eyes.  They appeared almost black in this new light.  When he felt his body mold firmly against the floor, he just watched Mark continue to lean in closer.  Tenderly Mark's lips brushed his, before pressing into Sean's passionately.  Sean never wanted to stop kissing him.  He wanted to be consumed by Mark's flaming passion!  Mark's hand slid teasingly from Sean's jaw, down his body.  Sliding between their warm flesh and taking a firm hold of Sean's hard on. 

Sean gasped loudly!  His hands flying up to sink his fingers into the muscles of Mark's strong arms.  Mark kissed a trail of kisses from Sean's lips to his throat.  Sucking deeply on the flesh of Sean's throat, while keeping in perfect time with the rhythm of his hand.  Moans poured from Sean as Mark practically milked them out of him!  When the fireplace blew out in an instant, sending the room into darkness as a woman's voice called his name.  Jerking upright, Sean took in the bedroom.  A dream?  Sean rubbed the sweat off his forehead and turned to see Signe laying next to him, looking concerned.  She rubbed his bare arm comfortingly, when she told him.  "You were moaning and panting in your sleep. What were you dreaming about"?  Sean chuckled, barely catching himself as he answered breathlessly.  "I was just-... I was just running for my life. From a giant doggo".  Signe slowly sat up with a chuckle.  Snuggling up close to his arm, while sliding a hand over his leg under the covers and replying with a smug grin.  "Really now? Tell me. Was this doggo attractive"? 

Sean blushed a deep red and shifted his hips away from her exploring hand.  He was busted.  Trying to playfully recover, Sean mumbled back.  "Well, ya. In a small clumsy kind of way".  Signe swatted his arm gently, and began to climb out of bed as she happily told him.  "Well, I can't take care of you now. Otherwise, we'll be late for our flight. So, do whatever you got to do and let's get going".  Sean laid back down and glanced at the clock.  Three in the morning.  In just a few hours, he'd be on a plane heading to L. A. for another Pax.  Sean brushed his green bangs back away from his eyes and sighed softly.  This was the fourth time this month that he had dreamt of Mark.  This last one had been the most intense though.  Sean tenderly lowered his hand from his hair to his neck.  If he closed his eyes, he could still feel Mark's lips there.  Could still feel Mark's warm fingers wrapped around his-.  A pillow hit his face, jarring him out of his thought.  Opening his eyes to see Signe standing on her side of the bed.  He watched her blush and tell him a little embarrassed.  "Hurry up. The cab will be here soon and your not even dressed".

Sean blinked in amusement, setting her pillow back and telling her sweetly.  "Don't worry about me. Go put our bags by the door and I'll catch up".  She had seen him play with himself before... yet even still she found it hard to look him in the eyes after catching him doing it.  Once she left the room, Sean tried to recall the feelings from the dream... but it was no use.  All he could hear was Signe's voice in his head telling him to hurry.  Throwing back the covers, he quickly got dressed.  In just a few hours he'd see Mark anyway.  To Be Continued...