"Like?" Walker asked stupidly.
"Like this." Mark pushed Walker forcefully against the wall. "Put your hands flat against the wall."
Walker sucked in a breath and did as he was told. That low growl in Mark's order was making him tingle.
"Good boy," Mark purred.
He'd be a good boy for Mark. It didn't matter that he was several inches taller and outweighed Mark by a hundred pounds, he wanted to roll over and show his belly to this man. Fuck, now he was acting like his mom's pug, Billy.
"Hey there." Mark was up inside his personal space.
"Uh…hi," Walker stuttered.
"Where did you go?"
"I'm here."
"You don't have to do this," Mark assured him.
"I want to. With you. Only with you." The words tripped over his tongue.
"I want to kiss you."
Walker nodded frantically. Mark leaned forward and brushed his lips over Walker's. They were warm and a little cracked and tasted of salt and beer. He wanted another kiss. He leaned forward.
"Easy there, big fella," Mark said. "I give the orders around here."
He rested his hands lightly on Walker's hips and kissed him again, his mouth firmer this time. Walker closed his eyes and accepted the gentle onslaught of Mark's mouth. Mark's kisses were sweet, and Walker wasn't sure if he wanted them to stay like that or if he wanted more. Mark leaned against him, and he felt something hard against his thigh. Oh yeah, if he wanted more, Mark did too.
Walker parted his lips as Mark ran his tongue along them, seeking entrance. One of them groaned, he wasn't sure which. Mark slipped his tongue inside Walker's mouth, their tongues sliding together in a delicious dance, then he growled, pushing Walker against the wall and grinding his mouth against Walker's. Walker just clung on for the ride, letting Mark take him. He wanted to put his arms around Mark, but he hadn't said he could.
"Hold me," Mark gasped out.
"Thank God." Walker wrapped his arms around Mark, drawing him up close. Mark's hands cupped Walker's ass and they ground their hips together, kissing frantically until Walker's lungs burned. But he didn’t want to stop. He never wanted to stop. Mark pulled back, resting his forehead against Walker's, their chests heaving. All the time Mark kept Walker pinned against the wall. This was still his rodeo.
"I'm gonna taste you," Mark murmured.
"Taste me?"
Mark nodded, his hands going to Walker's waistband. Walker shivered as Mark's knuckles brushed the skin of Walker's belly. Mark palmed the rigid length in Walker's tac pants making him groan out loud.
"I'm gonna taste this big boy. I can't wait to get it in my mouth."
"How do you know I'm a big boy?" Walker teased, although his voice sounded shaky.
Mark gripped his cock through his pants and flattened his palm against it, sliding along its length. "I can feel it here. You're more than a handful."
Walker blushed. He thrust against Mark's hand, groaning as Mark’s hold tightened. Mark unzipped his pants and pushed them down Walker's hips, exposing his black briefs. Barely breathing, Walker watched Mark sink to his knees and look up at him. Where did he put his hands? He felt so inadequate. He wanted to please Mark, but he didn’t know what the hell to do. He moved but Mark shook his head.
"You stay right there. Put your hands back against the wall and let me do the work."
"Shouldn't I be doing it to you?"
Mark's mouth curved into a wide smile. "I can't wait for you to blow me. But this time, let me show you how good it can be."
He nodded mutely.
"Hands," Mark reminded him.
Walker flattened his hands against the wall.
"You stay just like that. Next time you can join in."
His heart was going to pound out of his chest it was beating so hard. Just watching Mark give his cotton-covered cock serious consideration made it stiffen even harder. He’d dreamed about this moment for months, yet nowhere in his dreams had he thought that Mark would enjoy giving him orders as much as he wanted to take them.
Mark mouthed through the fabric along the length of his shaft. Walker closed his eyes and sank into the feel of a man's mouth touching him for the first time. Mark didn't seem in a hurry. He cupped Walker's ass cheeks, and mouthed the other way, dampening the fabric.
"I need…" Walker breathed.
"I know you do, baby," Mark assured him. "I won't leave you hanging."
He slid the briefs down Walker's thighs to join his pants. "Fuck!"
Walker looked down at him in alarm, but Mark didn't notice. He was solely focused on Walker's cock, and when he licked his lips, Walker flushed. He wasn't stupid. He knew his dick was in proportion to the rest of him, but Mark's open admiration was disconcerting.
Mark leaned forward and lapped the head. Walker couldn't hold back the groan. He wanted to clutch Mark's head, hold him closer, and force Mark to take his dick, but Mark had told him to keep his hands on the wall. He must have flexed his fingers though, because there was a growl and he looked down to see Mark scowling at him. Immediately he flattened his hands again.
"Good boy." Mark nodded approvingly and went back to his contemplation of Walker's dick.
Walker flushed with heat, both at the praise and at Mark's predatory expression. No one had ever looked at him like that. Walker closed his eyes as Mark's warm, wet tongue licked over the head of his cock again. This was going to be the shortest blowjob in history.
"You taste good," Mark purred, his warm breaths ghosting over the wet head.
The. Very. Shortest.
Walker gritted his teeth and counted to twenty. In German. He refused to blow his load yet. Although the thought of his come striping Mark's face didn't help his self-control.
Mark hummed as he sucked Walker in further.
Mitchelson yelling at him. Si's angry face as he realized Walker had the hots for his best friend. Collins's attitude to their trainer.
Walker tried to summon them all as a deterrent, but it didn't work. His balls tightened in anticipation. "Gonna come," he barked out.
"Do it," Mark said hoarsely and pulled back.
On cue, a string of pearly seed flew across Mark's lips. He licked it off, that red tongue catching another spray. Walker watched as his balls emptied and Mark took it all. He loved it, judging from his blissed-out expression. This was a man who didn't mind getting messy.
Walker's orgasm finished with one last dribble that Mark caught with his fingers and sucked into his mouth. Walker's thigh muscles trembled, and he sank to the floor in front of Mark, his shoulders slumped, his chest heaving.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
"What for?" Mark sounded confused.
"Coming so quickly. I never…I should've…."
Mark laid a finger across Walker's lips and his ramble came to a halt. "You were perfect."
"But—"
"You were perfect. Understand?"
Walker nodded above his fingers, but Mark seemed to sense his need for reassurance.
"This isn't over. This was just the appetizer to take the edge off." He chuckled at Walker's wide-eyed expression. "Let's go to bed."