stirred on top of him, sliding carefully off Mark's body and snuggling against his side, his fingers still toying with the hair on Mark's chest. The young man seemingly fascinated by the wiry hairs. Mark smiled and reached over to caress Chance's smooth chest, his fingers slowly circling around one pebbled nipple. "You aren't a boy, Chance. Far from it. Being a man is about standing up for yourself and making your own choices. You don't need a 'daddy' or anyone else to make them for you."
Chance snorted and rolled over onto his back. "I know. I was only kidding before. The last thing I need in my life is another 'daddy.' The one I've got is more than enough." He squirmed restlessly on the bed, his eyes darting around the room, never stopping long on any one place. Finally he settled and looked back over at Mark. "I… I had a really good time with you, Mark. Thank you."
The earnest intensity in his gorgeous blue eyes made Mark look away, embarrassed. He felt a strong connection with Chance, and he dreaded the moment they would become strangers again. It was inevitable, though. Hoping for more wasn't realistic. They had two decades and God knew how many miles between them. Mark sighed and shook his head, resigned. "Me too. Thank you."
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to return to reality. "Why don't you go get cleaned up. I'll call room service and get us something to eat. I imagine we've both got long days ahead of us."
Mark climbed out of bed and turned back to Chance, holding his hand out to the other man. Chance took his hand and allowed himself be pulled out of the bed. Mark watched him until the tantalizing sight disappeared behind the bathroom door. Damn. How had he gotten so lucky?
Chapter Ten
Chance ambled down the hall toward the elevator, his lips still tingling from the force of Mark's goodbye kiss. It had been the most intense kiss of his life, had felt almost desperate. Chance hit the call button for the elevator and pressed his fingers to his bruised lips, reliving those last few moments in Mark's arms.
Mark had held him so tightly he could barely breathe, but Chance still hadn't felt close enough. They'd clung to each other for so long that Chance's lungs began to burn and he saw spots before his eyes. Kissing Mark was more important than oxygen, more important than anything else, and Chance never wanted to stop. Eventually, though, they had both broken away, unsteady on their feet and gasping for breath.
The elevator arrived and the doors slid open with a soft ding. Chance climbed in and hit the button for his floor. He leaned back against the wall and studied himself in the mirror that covered the wall opposite him. He looked completely debauched, and he grinned at the picture he made. His hair was disheveled, his shirt was missing buttons , and it hung open over his torso, exposing countless colorful love bites.
The elevator stopped at his floor and Chance sighed and climbed out, rubbing at the ache in his chest left by the perfect memories. He'd gone out last night looking for a revenge lay, but instead he'd found the man of his dreams and they'd spent the night making love. Leaving Mark's room and knowing they would never meet again hurt him far worse than witnessing Alex's betrayal last night, and that scared him. How could one brief encounter with a total stranger come to mean so much?
If he was honest with himself, he hadn't really been surprised to learn that Alex was cheating on him. Alex had a reputation for moving through relationships quickly, and theirs had already exceeded his average, but Chance had hoped that things would be different with him. After all, Alex had agreed to talk about making what they had exclusive once Chance had come out to his family.
But the closer Chance got to keeping his end of the bargain, the more restless Alex got, ratcheting up his prima donna act and finding fault with Chance at every turn. And when Alex had refused to have sex with him again
Chance snorted and rolled over onto his back. "I know. I was only kidding before. The last thing I need in my life is another 'daddy.' The one I've got is more than enough." He squirmed restlessly on the bed, his eyes darting around the room, never stopping long on any one place. Finally he settled and looked back over at Mark. "I… I had a really good time with you, Mark. Thank you."
The earnest intensity in his gorgeous blue eyes made Mark look away, embarrassed. He felt a strong connection with Chance, and he dreaded the moment they would become strangers again. It was inevitable, though. Hoping for more wasn't realistic. They had two decades and God knew how many miles between them. Mark sighed and shook his head, resigned. "Me too. Thank you."
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to return to reality. "Why don't you go get cleaned up. I'll call room service and get us something to eat. I imagine we've both got long days ahead of us."
Mark climbed out of bed and turned back to Chance, holding his hand out to the other man. Chance took his hand and allowed himself be pulled out of the bed. Mark watched him until the tantalizing sight disappeared behind the bathroom door. Damn. How had he gotten so lucky?
Chapter Ten
Chance ambled down the hall toward the elevator, his lips still tingling from the force of Mark's goodbye kiss. It had been the most intense kiss of his life, had felt almost desperate. Chance hit the call button for the elevator and pressed his fingers to his bruised lips, reliving those last few moments in Mark's arms.
Mark had held him so tightly he could barely breathe, but Chance still hadn't felt close enough. They'd clung to each other for so long that Chance's lungs began to burn and he saw spots before his eyes. Kissing Mark was more important than oxygen, more important than anything else, and Chance never wanted to stop. Eventually, though, they had both broken away, unsteady on their feet and gasping for breath.
The elevator arrived and the doors slid open with a soft ding. Chance climbed in and hit the button for his floor. He leaned back against the wall and studied himself in the mirror that covered the wall opposite him. He looked completely debauched, and he grinned at the picture he made. His hair was disheveled, his shirt was missing buttons , and it hung open over his torso, exposing countless colorful love bites.
The elevator stopped at his floor and Chance sighed and climbed out, rubbing at the ache in his chest left by the perfect memories. He'd gone out last night looking for a revenge lay, but instead he'd found the man of his dreams and they'd spent the night making love. Leaving Mark's room and knowing they would never meet again hurt him far worse than witnessing Alex's betrayal last night, and that scared him. How could one brief encounter with a total stranger come to mean so much?
If he was honest with himself, he hadn't really been surprised to learn that Alex was cheating on him. Alex had a reputation for moving through relationships quickly, and theirs had already exceeded his average, but Chance had hoped that things would be different with him. After all, Alex had agreed to talk about making what they had exclusive once Chance had come out to his family.
But the closer Chance got to keeping his end of the bargain, the more restless Alex got, ratcheting up his prima donna act and finding fault with Chance at every turn. And when Alex had refused to have sex with him again
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