Mark got to his feet and held his hand out. Walker took it without a word, his large hand almost swallowing Mark's. His rise to his feet wasn't as graceful as Mark's, stumbling as his briefs and pants tangled around his ankles.
He flushed again, but Mark knelt and unlaced one of his battered combat boots.
"Let's get rid of these."
Walker rested one hand on Mark's shoulder as Mark tugged off the boot. His big toe peeked through a large hole. Of course, he had to be wearing socks with holes in them. He hadn't thought about the possibility the man of his dreams would be undressing him when he'd gotten dressed that morning. Should he have shaved his toes?
Mark looked up at him, a grin on his face. "I'm wearing a pair just like this. I was determined to strip them off before you saw them."
"I didn't think we'd…."
"Nor me. Obviously."
Mark attacked the other boot, and before long Walker stood naked but for a white undershirt. Mark stripped that off without ceremony. Walker felt strangely vulnerable being the only one naked, but Mark didn't seem to care. He took Walker by the hand and led him up the stairs to the small landing, to a door on the right and into the master bedroom. Mark let go of his hand to flick on the bedside light which cast a warm glow over the room.
The bed was unmade which strangely reassured Walker. He'd started to think of Mark as this perfect man. To know he was as messy as Walker made him feel better. Mark took him by the shoulders and backed him against the bed.
"You sit there while I get undressed," Mark said.
Walker sat as Mark kicked off his shoes and stripped down until he was as bare as Walker. The breath caught in Walker's throat. Fuck, the man was perfect. Solid muscles, a broad chest with copper-colored nipples covered in light brown fur. He wasn't overly hairy, but enough to make Walker's mouth water. The fur arrowed down to his navel in a slim trail down to his curls, dark in the light of the room. Mark was as aroused as Walker from the solid cock pointing toward him. A pearl of liquid glistened in the slit. What would it taste like? He looked up as Mark cupped his jaw with both hands.
"You want to taste?" Mark asked.
Walker nodded. He felt Mark's little finger graze his Adam's apple as he swallowed, trying to moisten his mouth to speak.
"Then do it. You can do anything you want to."
Permission given, Walker leaned forward, sticking out his tongue to lick up the glistening drop. Salt burst on his taste-buds. Mark hissed and Walker looked up in alarm, but Mark's gaze was darkly intense. That was pleasure in his eyes, not anger.
"What do you want to do?" Mark asked.
"Not to lead," Walker said honestly. He'd always been worried his size would make potential partners think he was a top and be disappointed. He didn't have that fear with Mark. He'd given Mark his biggest secret. Two biggest secrets if he was being honest. Mark hadn't laughed at him. In fact, he'd seemed pleased.
Mark caressed his cheek. "I'll lead you, Walker."
He seemed about to say something else, but instead he bent and brushed Walker's mouth with his. This intimacy, this tenderness, Walker hadn't expected it, and found it disconcerting.
"You need to lie down," Mark said.
Walker wriggled up the bed on his back. It wasn't easy or graceful, but Mark wanted him to do it, and he wanted to please Mark. He really wanted to please Mark.
When Walker's head had reached the pillows, Mark gave a nod, then he climbed on to lie beside Walker. He propped his head on one hand and slowly ran his free hand down Walker's smooth torso, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Walker didn't have much in the way of body hair to his regret, but Mark didn't seem to mind as he pinched Walker's nipples and circled around his navel. Eventually, Mark reached the curls at the pit of his belly, tugging on them lightly.
"You are gorgeous," Mark said huskily. "All man."
He wrapped his hand around Walker's half-hard cock. Just from the desire in Mark's voice, Walker’s cock stiffened immediately in its warm cocoon. He thrust up but Mark let go of his cock to push him down with a firm hand on his belly, chuckling when Walker made a noise of protest.
"Not yet, big man. I have plans for you."
Then he slid his hand down to cup Walker's balls, rolling the orbs gently in the heavy sac. Walker parted his legs wider, wanting him to explore further, confused when Mark rolled away. He understood when Mark returned with a half-used bottle of lube. Mark must have read the uncertainty in Walker's expression.
"I prefer jacking off with lube."
Walker appreciated the explanation, although he knew it was none of his business if Mark had had the whole of J.T.'s Bar through there.
He watched as Mark squidged a little of the slick into his fingers, his hole clenching in anticipation. He'd used toys before, even his fingers, but he'd never had a man press his naked body against him and rim his hole with one slick finger.
"Have you played with yourself before?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, it's okay. You don't have to be careful."
"I'm always gonna be careful with you."
Mark's expression was so serious, Walker had to blink away sudden tears. He just hadn't expected this care.
Then he wasn't thinking about much else as Mark pressed one finger inside him. He parted his legs even more to give Mark more room. One finger became two as Mark established Walker really was used to this.
Walker gasped and arched up as Mark grazed his prostate. "Fuck!"
"Soon, baby," Mark promised him.
By the time the third finger was added, Walker's cock leaked steadily, and he could feel the stickiness against his thigh.
"Come on," he begged.
He felt empty as Mark pulled out his fingers and rolled away again, but he was back soon with a condom. Mark brushed a kiss on his shoulder and settled between Walker's legs.
"Put your arms over your head and hold onto the headboard," Mark instructed.
Walker grabbed the struts of the headboard, holding on tight.
Mark stared at him in open admiration. "Look at you."
His muscles bulged; Walker knew it. He worked out constantly to stay fit. Mark sighed and sat back on his heels, his hand around his cock. "At some point I'm gonna fuck other parts of you, but for now let's go traditional."
He rolled the condom down his shaft, adding more lube, then kissed his cockhead to Walker's hole and fixed Walker with a steady gaze.
"If this gets too much at any time you tell me."
Walker appreciated the care, he really did, but now he just wanted Mark to fuck him. "Do it."
He gasped as Mark pushed in, never taking his eyes away from Mark's. His toys had never felt like this. So intense.
Mark pushed in further. "Breathe out, baby," he ordered.
Walker let out the breath he didn't even know he'd been holding and gasped in another.
"You're doing so well," Mark praised, pushing in further, so slowly, giving Walker a chance to adjust.
"It's okay. I won't break," Walker managed.
"We'll go slow until I think you're ready."
Walker shivered with pleasure at Mark's firm tone. Just follow the orders; that was all he had to do.