Old Scars (closed)

[DrStein]

Mark thought about it for a second. He didn't have to think hard before he made up his mind. Even with his mind burning from their incredible sex, he knew what he wanted to say. "Do you want us to be exclusive?" he asked. "Because you're the best damn thing that's happened to me in years. And I don't want to let you go now."

He touched her chin and turned her to look at him. "You didn't judge me. You tried to help me. You have great taste in movies, you're a ball to hang out with, and you're great in bed." He smiled at her and cradled her cheek in his hand. "Do you still want to call me your boyfriend?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She couldn’t help herself now. Self-depreciation was one of her charms.

“Some of those years don’t count,” she said coyly, moving to lay on top of him. Folding her arms under her chin, she kissed his chin gently. “Mark, I will take you any way I can get you. I’ve been staring after you like a love sick puppy since I first started going to the gym. Even in my wildest imagination, I totally never thought that something like this could have happened.” Shifting, she kissed his lips.

“You know…this all moved really fast. Are you sure?” Concern creased her face. She would love for him to be her boyfriend, to spend this much time with him, to get to see the wonderful man that she had a hand in coaxing out…But it wasn’t all her call. “You have no idea who I really am, or how much I like you…” Even though her hair was messy and plastered to her forehead with sweat, she still rubbed the back of her neck in her infamous nervous habit. “You’re not the only one with a past, yanno.”

 

[DrStein]

"Maybe not," Mark agreed. "But I'd like to find out." He leaned up and gave her another kiss. "I told you once already that I want to be your knight in shining armor. I still do."

His hands caressed her back softly. He dug the sheets out from underneath their bodies to cover the two of them. "You came up to me knowing nothing about me other than the fact that I have to watch I don't whack my head off of door frames. I already know more about you than that. Now stop being so self-conscious and accept the fact that I'm into you." He gave her a teasing wink and smile. "Because after tonight, you're not going to get rid of me easily."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Oh ho, big words from a big man,” she flicked one of his nipples playfully. “Well, to start with, I’m Lily Crawford. I’m a Gemini, and I have 6 siblings. I’m the baby of the bunch, and my favorite Pokemon is Pikachu. And that’s not true – I knew plenty about you other than the fact that you’re massively tall. You’re also massively hot and have a fanclub in the girl’s locker room. Totally bet you didn’t know that!”

She didn’t move from on top of him, enjoying his massive body under hers. She must have looked like a kitten curled on top of a giant golden retriever. At the thought, she started laughing. Capturing his lips again, she wrapped her arms about his neck. His neck and his waist were the only parts of his body that her arms could actually reach around entirely.

“It’s going to be hard not to tell the girls that you’re even better than they could have ever imagined. Or that your dick is indeed 2 feet long.” She was exaggerating. She had been so caught up in lust that she didn’t know dimensions – just that he was huge and filled her so well. "Or I could start a series of my own rumors, just to make sure they keep their hands off. Like, you do indeed have a two foot long cock, but it's at a 90 degree angle or something."

 

[DrStein]

At the mention of his having a fanclub at the gym, he lifted one eyebrow. He then laughed at the idea of Lily spreading rumors of him having an impossibly huge cock. "I'm going in for cardio on Sunday and weight training on Monday. What do you say on Monday I make something of a production out of it, get all those girls hot and bothered, and then you come by and I literally sweep you off your feet and kiss you in front of them." He gave her ass a squeeze at that and grinned at her.

"Don't tell me it wouldn't amuse you to make them all jealous. And after we're done, you get the satisfaction of knowing that they're going home frustrated while you're coming home with me to get fingered, tongued and fucked into a series of wild... bucking... screaming... orgasms." A particularly naughty thought crossed his mind. "Hell, if you're feeling kinky we can put a couple of sexy, scary movies on while we do it. Put on Bram Stoker's Dracula and you can watch Lucy getting fucked by a giant, hairy beast while I pound you sore."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Laughing, she squeezed him closer to her before planting a big kiss on his lips. "Oh, you are bad. And you can't honestly tell me you NEVER noticed the stir that you caused at the gym."

After all, she had been one of them. She was never much of a gym person, until one of her coworkers insisted on her joining the gym. Lily's active lifestyle usually kept her from needing to join a gym, but her co-worker, Olivia, swore up and down that one good Zumba class would change her life. And it also didn't hurt that the gym had some gorgeous men. With a grin, she rubbed her cheek against the broad expanse of Mark's chest.

Olivia had pushed Lily particularly hard towards the gym because of the men. Lily wasn't one for having long relationships, or a relationship at all. It wasn't for lack of trying - things...just...had a tendency to fizzle out. She was actually a bit on the shy side when it came to men, so for her to have been so forward with Mark was a huge change in her personality. She had been meaning to compliment him on his gorgeous hair for a while now, but to have him actually show interest in her, well, that was something that she never had planned on.

As he talked about showing off, she laughed harder. "That's just cruel. But I heard that Gary Oldman said some very filthy, sexy stuff to the chick that played Lucy. I always wondered what he said to get her to squirm like that." With a smirk, she twisted to face him fully. "Is sex all you think about?", and she gave him an impish smile. She would be lying to herself if she said that wasn't the best sex she'd ever had in her life. She would also be lying if she said she felt like her body was up to it again. He was so large.....and after the initial rush of lust, she did feel a bit sore. The next go round, she wanted to take it slow, really see what his body had to offer to her and what she could do for him.

 

[DrStein]

"I knew I was getting some looks, but I didn't suspect anything beyond that." Mark knew he was handsome, knew he was cut. But he'd spent so long being alone that he stopped paying mind to the looks women gave him. He had seen it before in high school. One of the artistic guys he used to hang out with, Andy, was a svelte, aloof pretty boy who a number of girls thought was one of the hottest guys in school. But he was painfully shy and put up a barrier that kept most people away. He just wasn't approachable. He started hanging out with Mark after an incident in their freshman year when Mark saw a bully pushing Andy around and pinned the guy to a locker by his neck, warning him never to do that again.

Two years later, Mark helped Andy to come out of his shell and by graduation he had dated three of the hottest girls in the school. Not that Mark was any slough himself. The only people who didn't like him were the bullies. Mark always hung out with the nerds, the goths, the artists. And being bigger and stronger than everyone, he used that to defend people who couldn't fight back. A fight with him was like trying to punch out a tsunami.

At the question of him thinking only about sex he laughed. "No. I also think about horror movies, booze, and cars. You know, guy stuff. Thinking of all the dirty things I want to do to you only consumes about... I'd say no more than 78% of my thoughts."

Another thought crossed his mind and ran a hand through her hair. "If you're up for something a little more romantic, here's an idea. I think I told you that I like to go camping. There's a spot in the mountains I love to go to this time of year a few hours' drive away. I usually go with my friends Wayne and Tom, but what do you say to this: The weekend after school lets out, I'll borrow my uncle's pickup truck and we go up to the mountain, just the two of us. There are some beautiful landscapes up there. And I'll do some more modeling for you." He remembered how happy she had been at the end of the first session of drawing him. She seemed like one of those artists who could turn off her libido when at work and just admire the way the human form came together. "We could set up our camp by the lake and I could pose waist-deep in the water or sunning myself on a boulder or anything else you could think of."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“The girls always said that if they could get you out, they’d do a lot more than look. Some of them actually started trawling some of the male strip clubs to see if you were a dancer. I totally shot that down – you don’t have the right flow in your movements.” Her hands ran down his chest, caressed his hips, and settled on his thighs. “Most male dancers have really developed thighs. You usually can’t tell till you see them in action, but yeah, I always thought you were a bit too bulky, too.”

Lily came from an artistic family. 6 out of the 7 siblings (herself included) were involved in the arts, and 2 were dancers. The 7th was in the medical field, following after her father. They all had gone to a prestigious high school for the arts, and Lily had spent hours drawing the dancers as they leapt and carried one another, seemingly immune to all gravity. And as for dating…well….she was a bit of a late bloomer. Despite her sunny and outgoing personality, she was the type of girl that would be called “cute”, and usually thrown in the friend zone. She was everyone’s little sister.

“Actually, you didn’t mention that you liked camping.” Her brown eyes turned mischievous. “The only thing I’ve gotten out of you is a bit of family history, you work on cars, you like horror movies, and obviously spend a lot of time on your body at the gym. I told you, Mark, I don’t really know anything about you. I thought you were cute, but I didn’t think that I had enough of a chance with you for me to start doing my homework. The chicks in your fanclub, though – they could probably tell you more stuff about yourself than you even know. Kinda scary, really. But you know, I like the camping idea. I’m not super out-doorsy, but I’m always up to trying things at least once. And if it’s as pretty as you say it is, I’m going to have to bring my camera with me.” Her eyes lit up. “You know, I can bring some black and white film, and get some really good landscape shots. I’ve been thinking about putting together another gallery show with some friends, and that might be the right way to do it.”

Her lips twisted, ever so slightly, as she stretched. She wasn’t getting sleepy – if anything, she was enjoying the candid nature of this conversation. It made her feel…special. He’d made it clear that he didn’t just open up to anyone, and she just had to wonder what had made her so lucky.

“If I took those sort of photos for you, I’d probably get you booked with the nearest modeling agency. No joke. I mean, you totally have the body for some magnificent figure studies, but when you put stuff up in galleries that feature people a little ‘prettier’ (and she would emphasize her point with quotation marks in the air) than usual, then it starts to take away from the art and focus more on the aspects of the model you may not want to put out there. I’ve got a friend of mine who models for me on occasion – she does pretty much nothing but nudes, but she has a face that should be on a billboard. Totally. Like, oh my god, is she beautiful. But she’s too short and heavy for runway – not that she takes modeling seriously anyway. And we put up a show with the work I did with her, and everyone wanted to know who she was and what she did and if she’d pose for some adult projects. It was ridiculous. She swore off modeling for a while after that.”

Changing gears, she threaded her legs between his, relishing how his form just utterly dwarfed hers. “So…” and she traced a little circle about his nipple, “Why did you agree to come out with me when I asked? I don’t think I’m the type of girl that you usually notice. Most of the time, guys think I'm cute like some sort of puppy. I mean, puppies are awesome, totally, but when you're a woman you sort of want to be seen differently than a pet, y'know? Well, some girls may be into that, but I'm not.”

 

[DrStein]

Mark gently ran his fingers along her back with a feather light caress. "Because I thought you were beautiful. And you were so nice to me. I'm not the most approachable guy. Not since... you know." It was the truth. He had kept people at arm's length out of fear and guilt. It seemed easier just to keep people away than have to deal with telling them the truth.

"I figured it was time to stop running away." He still saw some self-doubt in her. He wanted her to believe what he saw. "When you smiled at me... it's like you had this halo around you. I just wanted to grab you and kiss you right there." As if to make a point, he leaned up and kissed her passionately. "Any time you're in the room, everything just seems brighter and happier. That someone like you would be interested in me makes me feel like I've really atoned, that I can be a better person just by being with you."

He kissed her again and smiled. "Tell you what. Tell me one thing about yourself that I don't know yet, and I'll tell you something. We'll make a game out of it. What do you say?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She returned his kiss with the same amount of passion, her small hand caressing the side of his face. “I guess I’m glad I got to you first,” she said with a small smile. “I’d heard that the bike instructor was going to make a move on you here soon.” The cycling instructor, Bobbie, was an athletic brunette with a multi-thousand dollar boob job. She was notorious for pushing her students to their very limits, and calling out those that she didn’t think were pushing themselves hard enough.

Inbetween his two kisses, she planted smaller ones along his jawline, before kissing his lips again.

“I like that!” She rolled from on top of him to next to him, and sat up. The sheets pooled about her waist, exposing her bare chest to him. Taking a pillow, she punched it lightly before putting it behind her back and against the headboard. Snuggling into the pillow, it was clear that she was going to make herself at home with him, for as long as she could. It had struck something in her that she was able to sleep over so easily those nights ago, and not be completely.....weirded out or felt uncomfortable. She didn’t know much about him, but he didn’t feel like a stranger, either.

“So, I’ll go first. I know that you’re from a Swedish family, so let’s start with that. Did you know that I have 6 brothers and sisters? There’s 7 of us all together. I’m the baby. From the oldest to the youngest, it's Michael, Gabriel, Abraham, Violet, Daisy, and Iris.”

Lily's mother had a thing for Biblical names, and her father thought that a girl named after a flower would be the most feminine thing in the world. So, the babies had come in quick succession. Despite having so many children (and god knows how the family managed to make ends meet), Lily couldn't recall ever really wanting for anything. Since the bulk of her family were artists, from an early age, no one had really placed a lot of value on material things. It was more important to add beauty to the world.

And that the Crawford brood had. Gabriel and Daisy were dancers, Violet was a singer. Michael liked to act, Iris was a clothing designer/model, and of course Lily liked the visual arts. Abraham was the odd one out - he was a business man. They were all close knit, and Lily always got some post card or the other detailing the adventures of her siblings or her parents.

 

[DrStein]

"And I'll bet you're the prettiest one, too," he remarked. The sight of her body made his blood pump again, but it would be a while before he finished recovering from sex that intense and he wasn't sure if Lily would be able to take another fucking tonight. If nothing else, she'd probably blow her voice out.

"Let me think..." No major details immediately sprang to mind, so he decided to just give her a menu of preferences. His younger brother was a writer and was fond of saying, "The things we love define us." He would create elaborate backgrounds for his characters right down to their favorite color because he believed it said something about them. Mark was inclined to agree based on the results of the finished products. "My favorite color is rust red, my favorite meal is the meatballs and potatoes I made for you last week, my favorite band is Type O Negative, though I'm also really into horror punk and psychobilly, and I like to grill in the summers and have barbecues. I even make my own sauces."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"Actually," and she leaned back further into the pillow, "Iris is the prettiest. By far. I'll have to show you the photo albums I've got the next time we're at my place. Hey...." and her voice took on a sort of cooing, "You're too far away. Come sit up here with me." She patted the spot next to her.

"Music....hmm....well, I grew up on jazz, so I guess that just stuck with me. Anita Baker is a favorite for when I'm just painting or chilling out." Drumming her fingers against the mattress, she hummed a bit. "There are too many colors in the world to pick just one favorite...but I tend to lean towards purple a lot. In the summer, I love to go swimming, but I think that'd be obvious."

Smiling, she pulled the sheets up a little higher on her body. "So, since I'm going to be spending the night, what do you like for breakfast?"

 

[DrStein]

Mark shifted across the mattress to sit up beside Lily. Truth be told, he rather liked the view before but he wouldn't pass up a chance to pull her close and feel her skin against his again. "I have the ingredients for French toast and bacon in my fridge. I typically only eat really sugary stuff on Saturday, but this is a special occasion so I'll make an exception."

He wrapped her up in his arms once more. "You know... I was thinking of going down to the music shop tomorrow. You inspired me to get my bass back out, and I was thinking of picking up a couple song books, maybe a stomp box or two. You want to come with me? Think of it as your first chance to show me off in public." He couldn't help it. He had been alone for so long, now he had Lily in his life and he just wanted to take her along with him and show her his life. He wanted to be seen with her. And he wanted her to know that of all the women he could have, he wanted her.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Leaning up against him, she sighed in contentment. Heaven was this. The only thing that could make it better was bacon in pancake syrup. That would be awesome.

"You know, I don't know how to make French toast. I was thinking that since you made me dinner, I could make you breakfast. The mind-blowing sex has something to do with it, too," and she winked playfully at him. Scooting closer to him, she idly ran a hand down his chest to the firm muscle of his thigh. She was tempted to fondle him again, just to see his body respond to her touch, but she figured she might be better off not initiating the next encounter. Besides...there would be plenty of time for it later. She would make sure of that.

"You're telling me that you brought out that sweet piece of work just to impress me?" The look on her face was inexplicable. It was torn between emotional tears, joy, and a hint of playfulness. "You know, I missed out on the music thing. Violet's a singer, but she doesn't play anything. At least, not the last time I talked to her. I've always admired musicians....I wonder how it is to feel the music and get it out. It just seems like such a different process than what I'm used to."

She turned to her side to drape a leg over his. "I'll be glad to come with you. I don't have school tomorrow, and I'm pretty on top of my lesson plans. I think I can throw a few hours your way," and again with her playful smile. Just the thought of him taking her out, willingly taking her out (in fact, eagerly wanting to take her out) made her heart soar. It just...meant to her that he really wanted to be with her. Maybe he felt like he could show her off, too.

 

[DrStein]

Mark tangled his fingers into hers and thought for a second about how to express being a musician. "I told you the other day that I used to play in a tribute band in high school. We did open mic nights, some parties, a local talent show here and there. It was all Type O Negative covers. The feeling of playing on stage, for a bassist at least, is the play between your hands on the strings and the sound that follows hitting you right down to the bone marrow."

He pulled Lily a little closer and did an a capella rendition of the bassline from Black No. 1. "You feel it get into you and move you. After a while, the audience isn't even there. You rock your body, bang you head. The sounds evoke scenery in your head that you can lose yourself in. I'll play a little something for you tomorrow to show you what I mean."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

For a while, she let her gaze drift down to their hands. Such a contrast - her skin dark against his light, her small hand compared to his large. Letting her fingers slip loose from his, she took his hand onto her lap, turning it over so his palm faced upwards. Running her fingers along his, she savored the roughness. Just fondling his hands on top of hers caused her body to stir. She wanted more of him....and she told herself to wait. She needed to give her body the time to rest. The next time, she told herself, she was going to take it slow.

"I'm not really familiar with Type O Negative. I know that the lead singer did a spread in Playgirl, though," and she cracked up. She had gotten her hands on that particular issue because of her horror fiend friend, Molly. Funny how Molly and Mark seemed to be so similar! "My girlfriend knew that I was looking for more diverse male body types. You only tend to see the same body type posing, so I wanted to break that up. Honest!"

Hiding a yawn behind her hand, she lunged across him to take a look at the time. Wow. It really seemed to have flown by. Despite tomorrow being her off day, she was accustomed to going to bed fairly early - and if they had a lot of plans for tomorrow, she wanted to hit the hay sooner rather than later. "I'm going to get settled in here - I get the feeling that tomorrow might be a long day for us." Her voice teased, just a little.

 

[DrStein]

Mark just nodded and helped her shimmy back down the bed with him. He wrapped her body up in his arms protectively and gave her a final, soft kiss on the lips. "Good night, angel." He drifted off to sleep quickly.

Morning arrived and Mark stirred early. He still had Lily wrapped in his powerful arms. He smiled at her and admired her beautiful face, completely serene and placid as she slept. He wanted to just lay there and hold her, but he had a lot to do today and needed to get started.

Careful not to wake her, he slid out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and toweled off, putting on a pair of boxer briefs and a V-neck undershirt. He softly went out to the kitchen and got started on breakfast. His recipe for French toast used orange juice in the batter, which gave it a tart, sweet taste unlike normal recipes. He heated up some pre-cooked bacon and poured two glasses of milk. He never drank coffee as he hated the taste and too much caffeine made him jittery.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned and smiled to see a naked Lily pad into the kitchen. "Morning, gorgeous." He held a plate out to her stacked with four whole slices of French toast and four strips of bacon. "Do you want your syrup heated up?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

It wasn't the absence of Mark's warmth that woke her up, but the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. Lily rarely splurged on fanciful morning treats; oatmeal and granola was her usual way to start the morning. Not that she was opposed to a ridiculous breakfast; it was just something that she didn't feel the need to make for just one person. If she had family over, though, the whole Crawford brood would get together and do a "Breakfast For Dinner" - creating an epic spread of home-cooked goodies. Slowly coming to full wakefulness, Lily laid in bed. For a moment, she'd forgotten where she was. Turning over to bury her face in one of the pillows, she caught his scent, and smiled to herself, hugging the pillow to herself.

So it HAD happened.

It seemed like a dream. Sitting up to stretch, the heavy dampness between her legs and the cool spot between the two of them was further evidence. She couldn't conceal the grin on her face as she slid out of his bed, hugging herself.

Following her nose into the kitchen, she fixed that shy smile on Mark. As he handed her the plate, she flushed a little. Outside of family, no one had made her breakfast before. Generally she was the one that did all of the cooking. Again, she felt hot tears sting her eyes, and she looked up at the ceiling and cleared her throat before she was able to look at him again. "Um....Mark, you've seriously done enough. I'll take it as is," and sure enough, she felt the tears well in her eyes again looking at him. With a laugh, she set the plate down on the kitchen table, and clumsily wiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start bawling on you," and she rubbed the back of her neck, "but I....you know....Just....no one's ever done anything like this for me before, y'know....? It really.....well, it really means a lot."

Closing the gap between them, she wrapped her small arms about his waist, squeezing him close to her with all of the power her little body could muster. "Thank you so much, Mark."

 

[DrStein]

Mark leaned down and kissed Lily. "This just means I have a chance to spoil you rotten," he said with a wink. He took a plate for himself and sat with her at the small table. "Lily, understand that you listening to my story and believing that I can be more than just my arrest record means the world to me. No one outside of my family has believed in me like you did. I know that sounds really cliche, but..."

He took her hand in his and kissed it. "When we finish, I'll play a little something for you on bass, like I promised last night. Then you get cleaned up and we'll go to the music shop. Sound good?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Returning his kiss with alacrity, she moved her chair from across from him to next to him. Scooting her plate next to his, she cut into the French toast. Taking a bite dripping in syrup, she had a wide smile on her face. "It's really simple, you know?" Licking syrup from her fingers, she bumped her hips lightly into his. "You're still a stranger to me in a sense. So I have no reason NOT to believe you. And you've been nothing but nice and awesome to me. It's been a long time since I felt like anyone really cared for me like you seem to..."

Her hand trailed lightly up his leg, tracing the seam of his pants across his inner thigh, across his phallus.

"Sounds like a plan, Stan!" and she let her free hand rest comfortably on his crotch.

 

[DrStein]

Mark paused in eating and looked at her. He wanted her again. He opened up the front of his boxer briefs and guided her hand to take hold of him. He started to harden in her dainty little hand. "You see what you do to me?" he asked with a smile. "I think of last night and wish I had gotten over myself sooner. How many times could I have had you screaming my name if I'd acted sooner?"

He glanced down at his stiffening cock and back up to her with a naughty smile. "Do you want it? It's for you."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"If you had, maybe you wouldn't appreciate it as much," she said slyly moving the plates to one side. She had plans for that table.

But now....

She slipped her fingers from his, and crept beneath the table. Positioning herself between his legs, she took his semi-flacid cock in her mouth, and began to suck him, her tongue caressing the slick flesh of his head. As he began to grow in her mouth, she let out a sound that was close to a purr, her hands slipping to stroke him in time with her sucks.

 

[DrStein]

Mark let out a long, appreciative groan when she started to suckle him. His hands ran through her short hair and before long he was back to his full, rigid length and girth. He would definitely have to pay her back for this. He leaned back in his chair a little and just enjoyed the sensations. She was quite gifted for a girl who didn't date much. He was looking forward to seeing just how good the both of them could get once they got accustomed to each other's little kinks and preferences.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

The bigger he got, the harder time she had trying to suck him properly.

Well, challenge accepted.

Shifting beneath the table, she twisted to lay more on her side, and let her lips trail lengthwise up his cock, her hands making up for what her mouth could not handle. Working him with deft and delicate hands, she trailed kisses up and down his turgid member, her tongue darting out to caress him as she moved across his length.

With a sort of chuckle, her voice came from beneath the table. "Want to clear the plates?"

 

[DrStein]

Mark reluctantly stood up. "You better be splayed out on that table when I turn around." He took the plates and moved them to the sink when a somewhat naughty idea crossed his mind. He smeared his fingers across one of the plates, covering them in syrup. He kept his back turned so Lily wouldn't see him doing it. When he turned back to face her, he hid his hand behind his back as he grinned at her. He wanted this to be a fun little surprise. Still rock hard, he started to move closer to her.