It was a first day of July and Amy was going on her concert tour. Mark wasn't going with her, he was busy in recording for his first solo album (before he have had a few songs on Amy's, it was an advert).
"Behave yourself baby when I'll be on tour. And don't make Gary annoyed or somethin'." she said while finally leaving.
"I'll be a good boy mommy, I promise." Mark acted like he's been 6 year old and then laughed. "It's only three weeks, not a three years. Everything's gonna be ok. Believe me." Mark kissed her cheek.
"I want to." she joked and then hugged him. "I'll be calling you everyday. See ya."
"Yeah. Bye."
When Mark closed the door behind Amy his phone rang.
"Halo?" he answered it.
"Hi Mark. You've been supposed to be here half an hour ago. Something's happened?" It was Gary.
"Hi Gaz. I'm sorry I'm late, but Amy just couldn't leave that easily, you know, WOMENS." Mark laughed a bit.
"Oh yeah, I know. But you better be coming now or I'll go home and then you won't catch me unless you'll come to mine. I have also studio in my house."
"I'm coming, don't worry. Won't be a sec. I'll be there as quick as light. Bye."
"I hope so. Bye." Gary barely had a chance to say it before Mark ended call up. But Gary wanted Mark to be late, so he can meet with him in his own house...make a cuppa...talk in more private place...and maybe tell him how he feel about him.
Fate was this time by Gary's side. Mark's been stuck in a traffic jam. When he finally reached the studio Gary wasn't there.
"Fuck!" he sweared.
He sat in his car again and drove to Gary's house. He pressed the doorbell next to a big gate and then the gate opened and he drove to Gary's own parking area and then went to the door of the house. He didn't even ring or knock, they become open immediately.
"Hello...so finally decided to show up?" Gary asked sarcastically.
"It's all because of stupid traffic jam, ok?!" Mark suddenly shouted and then realised that he shouted. "I'm sorry Gary." he did his puppy eyes.
"It's alright, ok... never mind. Come in."
They shared a friendly hug and then sat on Gary's sofa with a tea.
"So, can we go and record? Where's your studio?"
"Yeah...later. It's just upstairs..." Gary gazed into Mark's eyes and suddenly stroked softly his cheek.
"W-what are you doing Gaz?" Mark was disorientated.
Gary didn't answer but leaned closer to Mark instead, that close his breath was tickling Mark's skin. Now on his neck, Gary planted a tender, short kiss. Mark liked it, but he felt it wasn't right, it wasn't fair on Amy. But he also doesn't want it to stop.
Now Gary's lips were touching Mark's, lightly at first, then more forcefully. Mark parted his lips uncontrollably and Gary slided in his tongue. Next kisses were longer, more passionate, some of them even rough. They were travelling around the whole room, didn't realizing it.
Soon their clothes has gone and Gary pushed Mark against the nearest wall, and kissed him deep while sliding whole way into him his hard member.
"Oooh!" Mark moaned loudly. Then Gary started moving in him, speeding up, making Mark squirm in that pained pleasure. And he was enjoying himself too. They were panting, sweating, moaning loudly. Gary was even growling sometimes. He grabbed Mark's cock and started to pumping on him in sync with his own thrusts. They both were close to the edge.
"GAAAAAAAAARRRYYYY!!!" Mark came first, screaming Gary's name in a very sexy way, all over their chests. Mark looked so fucking hot in that state when he was reaching his orgasm and then coming gracefully.
And after a few seconds Gary came too, buried deep into his love's body, screaming Mark's name too.
They collapsed on the floor, tired, exhausted, trying to catch their breaths.
Then Mark realized what has just happened.
"W-what was that Gaz?"
"Bloody amazing, wasn't it?" Gary winked.
"Yeah, but, I've cheated on Amy. How could you? You know too good that we're together." Mark was a bit angry now.
"I'm so sorry Mark, but I love you too, maybe more than she, and I would do it again." He embraced Mark with his arms, nuzzling his nose in Mark's neck, purring.
"B-but..."
"She won't find out, don't be afraid. She's far away now."
