"Hey Kid, have you seen my…"
"Your what?"
"That." Mark grunted as he pointed to the Deadman Inc. shirt his younger lover was wearing.
"I look damn good in it, don't I?"
"Don't get flippant and what the fuck are you doing? Are you dyeing your fucking hair in my shirt?"
"Looks that way." Jeff smirked. "Don't it Deadman?"
"Look boy, what have I told you about wearing that shirt?" Mark asked.
"That it's your lucky shirt and I'm only allowed to wear it around the house and when we fuck."
"Right, now take it off."
"If I do that I'll get dye on it." Jeff smiled sweetly.
"Then how are you going to shower?"
"I'll think of something."
Mark growled and stalked towards Jeff. He then grabbed him and kissed him roughly.
Jeff returned the brutal kiss with an equal amount of force until he felt like he could no longer breathe. He slowly pulled back and looked at Mark. A small smile played across his lips when he saw a familiar glint in Mark's eyes.
"How long before you have to wash that crap out of your hair?" Mark asked in a raspy whisper.
"Half an hour."
"Good, c'mon."
"Where are we going?"
"You're going to go to the bathroom, take off your boxers and wait for me by the sink."
"What about the shirt?" Jeff whispered.
"Leave it on." Mark grunted.
Jeff nodded and headed to the bathroom with a smirk on his face.
Mark walked to the bedroom and started to search for the tube of lubrication, which had been haphazardly thrown aside the night before. He saw the cap sticking out from under the bed. He then leaned down to pick it up. He thought about undressing but quickly changed his mind. This was going to be a quick, hard fuck.
Jeff looked up when he heard footsteps. He was standing there wearing just Mark's shirt and a smile.
"Brace your hands on the sink, spread your legs and bend over, boy."
Jeff immediately obeyed causing Mark to smirk.
"If the boys in the locker room could see you now." Mark chuckled as he set down the tube he was holding.
Jeff opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it.
"Good decision, boy." Mark whispered as he freed his painfully erect cock. "Now take the tube in your right hand and twist off the top with your teeth." He watched with a smirk as his lover complied. He grabbed the tube and squirted some of its contents onto his fingers. He amply applied it to his cock then grasped Jeff's hips and with one quick fluid motion, slid into him.
Jeff let out a loud cry and gripped the sink. Soon the pain he felt was replaced by sheer pleasure as Mark thrust into over and over with brutal force. He reached down to relieve some of the pressure his own cock was under when he felt Mark bat his hand away.
"No one said anything about you getting off, boy." Mark hissed in his ear.
"Mark, please." Jeff whimpered.
"Please what?"
"Touch my cock."
Mark smirked as he reached down and stroked Jeff's cock a few times. "Like that?"
Jeff nodded eagerly.
"I think you have to earn that." Mark whispered as he continued his brutal assault on Jeff's ass.
"How?"
"By apologizing."
"I'm sorry." Jeff whispered. "I'm sorry I wore your shirt to dye my hair. I won't do it again, just please touch my cock."
"Alright, Kid." Mark whispered as he grasped Jeff's cock and started to stroke it. "Look in the mirror."
"Wha…what?"
"Look in the mirror. Look at how sexy you look when I'm fucking you."
Jeff looked up and smiled when his eyes met Mark. "Mark, I…"
"Shh…not now."
Jeff nodded then moaned when Mark gently squeezed his balls.
Mark growled when he felt his balls tightened and his release flowed out of him at the same time Jeff's covered his hand.
Neither man attempted to move, each wanting to just savor the moment.
After a few long minutes, Mark carefully slid out of Jeff and let him turn around. They shared a long heated kiss then pulled away from each other.
"Looks like we both need a shower now." Jeff smiled softly.
"It sure looks that way, don't it?" Mark smiled back.
Jeff nodded. "Mark?"
"Yeah, Kid?"
"Why are you so attached to this damn shirt?"
"Because that was the shirt I was wearing the night I realized I was in love with you."
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