Menace (remastered) Ch. 02

Menace: Chapter 2 -- Mark Griffith

M A R K

I swiped my fingers down the only picture I had of us. My lips curling up in that familiar, painful, nostalgic moment that preceded my exit from this place.

Home.

Of sorts.

No windows, the distinct sound of train tracks above my head. The only place I'd ever felt safe in, from the moment I stepped into it.

All computers were already locked and every safeguard running. All that was left was to turn off the lights and leave.

The work was done.

"To us getting places," I murmured into the cold room and let it fall into the darkness.

The hinge was soundless. The lock barely an audible click. And soon my feet carried me to the locker.

I pulled out my bag and returned the black pouch, locking the metal box before taking out my phone.

Two missed calls.

Liam. Figures.

But the second was Lennox. I called back.

... "Watching the trains pass by again?"

I smiled, looking at the one departing behind me. "Yeah. Is everything alright?"

... "You need to show me that secret spot sometime."

The nail of my index finger scraped at the dead skin around my thumb. "There's no secret spot, you weren't looking properly or just didn't notice me."

... "Seems like I have to bring my optician with me next time."

I snorted, checking out the masses of people around me. "Have you been here looking for me again?"

... "Left 20 minutes ago. I think I checked every single bench there."

"I tend to walk around."

... "Of course you do."

"So? What malware did another moron install this time?"

... "It's not that."

My smile flattened. "Is Graham okay?"

... "He's at Ben's."

"Working out?"

... "Well, technically probably that as well. He's slept there for the last two nights."

I scratched the bridge of my nose. "What happened?"

... "I decided."

"Lennox..."

... "Just... Would you be there for him?"

"Of course... but are you sure?"

... "Don't hate me, I'm doing the Noah thing."

I blinked. "What?! No! Lenn!"

... "It'll be for the best. Just please don't let Ross corrupt him or... I don't know... I just. Mark, I had to."

I took a deep breath. "And your solution is to board a plane." I was so close to cutting Lenn out of my life at that very moment. I told him so.

Lennox stayed silent for a beat, and then the pragmatist in him spoke.

... "Then I suppose I'll call you once I return to the States."

My jaw tensed. I swallowed, feeling my chest tighten. "Goodbye, Lennox."

I hung up.

For the last five years, I'd considered this man a good friend. Since COVID, I considered him the closest. Not a brother like I'd consider Ross or Graham to be. A genuine close friend you call when you get pissed, excited, or when your mother comes uninvited, and you lock yourself in the study just to calm down.  

And he chose to leave his husband using the same cowardly way as the man I raged to him about!

A part of me shattered there, standing on the train station platform.

He just packed his bags and left because his marriage was unfulfilling for him, and he couldn't deal with it like a mature person.

My fingers shook slightly when I called Graham.

Then texted Ross.

Rick.

Ben and Peter.

And then mounted my bike and rode there like I was on a darn warpath.

He's doing the Noah thing!

After he saw firsthand what that did to me!

My favorite couple had just split, and I felt like my own family was broken to pieces.

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Ross's Land Rover parked beside Graham's truck, and his large frame just stepped outside, hunched.

Despite how shattered I felt about everything, I felt my lips curve up. Grin.

The same conflict seemed to cross his own face before we shook hands and hugged briefly.

"Hey there, big guy."

I tilted back my head. "It's been ages."

"And whose fault is that?"

"I watch your videos daily."

"Cute, how about calling sometime? Or coming over? I wanted to introduce you to my fiancé."

I nodded. "Yeah, I hate that I've missed that engagement party."

Ross nodded. Letting me off easy, knowing I've canceled all three invitations since COVID ended. "Don't be a stranger. You know I won't start playing some video games just to hang out with you over earphones."

"Headset."

Ross rolled his eyes. "Same thing."

Ben stood in an opened door. "I'm with him on that."

"You know how busy life can get."

Ben nodded. "Tell me about it. I feel like I'll meet some people only at someone's funeral." He poked me. "Don't you dare be one of those."

I looked at Ben's gym, walking along the mirror lining the wall.

How long has it been since I've been here?

"So? What's new with you, Tight-ass?" 

I smirked. Both guys watched me like I was about to deliver life-changing news.

I wasn't sure what to even tell them.  

Most of what was happening in my life was either something I couldn't tell them here, they wouldn't understand, as their cyber knowledge was on the level of an elderly woman buying weights online, or something related to video games, which neither of them liked anyway.

In the end, I went with. "One player from work is trying to get into my pants. It's kind of amusing."

"Oh, poor guy."

I laughed at Ben's tone.

"I'm taking it easy on him now. He's entertaining."

"What kind of a player?" Ross snickered.

"Handsome, overconfident himbo. Slept with about three openly gay guys in our company. Rumor has it he didn't feel like a repeat with any of them. In general, for the past two weeks he's been taking me to lunch Monday to Friday, acting like he's doing an old little virgin a favor by asking him some open-ended questions. Expecting me to spread my legs after achieving enough gratitude points."

Ross and Ben stopped. Blinked, and once they looked at one another, they boomed with laughter so loud that it echoed over the empty gym around us.

"That guy is so doomed." Ben clapped his massive paws together as he bellowed. "I think I'm going to even feel sorry for him at some point."

"Seems he had it coming."

I smirked. "We'll see."

We walked up the stairs to Ben's old apartment above the gym. He knocked, and soon his husband opened the door.

"Hey, love, how's he doing?"

Peter just shook his head and let us walk in.

Graham sat on the leather couch as if he was trying to make all of his 250 pounds implode and cease to exist.

Without a thought, I walked over to him and lay on him, covering his massive side with my whole body.

Soon I felt Ross pile up on me, and Ben and Peter from the other side.

"Rick's on his way."

Graham. The man over a head taller, a sturdy, massive bear who could lift me with one arm, choked out a sob and began crying.

"I love you guys."

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W E S L E Y

For the next few weeks, I took Mark for lunch every single day.

By the third week, I had him so primed that he was already waiting for me with a smirk and coat in his hand.

We talked about pretty much everything, and he made for fun company. He seemed intelligent and confident, which I liked. He could talk at length about bikes and the environment, and even though I never really considered either, he could effortlessly draw me into the topic.

I found out he bikes to work daily and never even tested for his driver's license. I mocked him about it the next two times we ate, and he took it with that confident dry humor of his.

I liked spending time with him.

However, every time I tried to talk about sex, he either steered the conversation somewhere else or he plainly told me he doesn't want to talk about it.

One single win being that when I asked him about him being a virgin, he just admitted it as if I asked him if his suit today was grey.

He wore a lot of grey things, though. His favorite color for some reason.

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Wed, May 25th, 2022:

We got our order and were talking about general things when an idea popped into my head.

Mark never agreed to meet me after work, and I wanted to change that. "Listen, I have a favor to ask."

He looked up from his plate in a silent question.

"I work from home from time to time, but I must be doing something wrong because I can't access SharePoint." I shrugged. "Do you think you could help me?"

"Sure, just call me when you're home. I'll help you."

"And what are you doing tonight?"

Mark sat there looking at me for a long beat. "Tonight?"

"Yeah, are you free after work? I can bring my PC, and you could help me at my place. It would be easier than trying to help me over the phone."

"Just bring it over to my office, Wesley."

"And what if everything will be working there but nothing when I get home? Come ooon. I would feel much better about it." I leaned forward and gave him my best puppy eyes, making him scrunch his nose and chuckle. "You know how bad I am at these things. It'll just frustrate me. Pretty please?"

I was nearly there! I could feel it. With giddy confidence after all this time, I leaned forward even more, brushing my fingers along his forearm, not letting him turn back to the plate. "Come. You should know by now that I won't try to murder you if you step into my house." I winked at him.

He tilted his head and scanned my face smugly. "And are you sure I wouldn't murder you?"

I leaned back in pretend fear. "Damn, right then! I'll let Jim know I'm taking a stranger into my house so the police can catch you."

Mark scrunched that cute nose of his and regarded me with that stoic smile he wore when he was willing to humor me. "Okay, Wesley, sure, send me your address."

I could nearly shimmy in my seat with how victorious I felt just then.

I resisted.

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When I finished work, I headed to the elevator, ready to pry this little guy out of his office early. But when I checked my watch notifications, I saw a text Mark had sent earlier, letting me know he'd left and would wait for me at my house.

Is he seriously going by bike? Damn. I had hoped to drive him.

As I pulled into my driveway, I saw him standing in front of my building.

"You're fast."

"It was fun. Not sure if I've been in Hawthorne before."

"Then let's make the most of your first time." I pranced around him. "Come on up."

I glanced at the slim bike beside him. "What are you going to do with that?"

"I'm taking it with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, lead the way." I just shrugged and opened the main entrance for him.

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We took the elevator up, and soon I was letting him into my hall. "Welcome to my sanctuary."

Mark parked his bike against the wall and took off his shoes.

He looked yummy! He'd swapped his usual slacks and suit jacket for black bike leggings and a matching bike jacket, both with reflective lines that made him look like a hot, futuristic cutie, with all his toned muscles on display. "So this is your commute outfit?"

He smirked, taking off the helmet. "Yeah."

"Looks good." I noticed a sheen of sweat on the back of his neck and a few darker spots on his jersey. "So you shower once you get to work?"

Didn't even spare me a glance. "Yeah." He said calmly, hanging the helmet on the bike handle and looking around.

Noticing my wide smile, he scrunched his nose. "What?"

"Nothing. Would you like to shower now?"

Mark shook his head. "No. You'll have to bear it since you changed my plans at the last minute, and I'm not leaving my bike overnight at work."

"Still. You can definitely shower here if you want. I can borrow you some clothes and wash these."

Those pale blue eyes pierced me with a little snicker on his lips. "Shower?"

"Sure."

"Alone?"

My smile widened. "Up to you."

"I'm fine like this. Thanks."

We stood close enough for me to smell him. He didn't even blush, just raised his chin and crossed his arms over his chest. "Can you step back so I can move?"

I peered down at him, feeling the heat rise in my chest. "You don't seem to really mind."

He snorted. "You're entertaining sometimes, Wesley, but I don't care that much for it."

"Ouch... that's cruel." I didn't move.

"Oh, poor baby, grow up." Mark scrunched his nose and squeezed past me, heading to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Before he finished, I joined his hands with mine under the stream, making that cold gaze meet my brown eyes. "Seriously?"

"What? You're all about saving the environment. I'm here saving the water now."

Mark laughed shortly. "Sure, you are."

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We got to the living room.

"Just take it out and show me."

"You're not beating around the bush," I smirked, and that little guy was grinning wide by then.

"I mean your PC, Wesley."

"Sure you do."

Mark shook his head. "Come on. I still need to ride home tonight."

"You can stay the night if you want."

"No, thanks. I have a cat to feed."

My face lit up. "How come you never mentioned it? I love cats!"

Mark rolled his eyes, but his lips kept twitching upwards. "Just show it to me."

I grinned wider.

"Real mature. Your laptop." He repeated, and I just let him off the hook for now and took the thing out of my bag.

Zane had a night shift, so he wouldn't be home until morning, and even then he'd head straight to his room, so I set it on the coffee table in the living room, logged in, and pointed to the spot beside me.

"Please, mister."

"Thanks." Mark sat down and started.

"Do you want water?"

He didn't even look up. "Sure, thanks," he said, opening a few windows.

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"Is it serious?"

"For now, it looks like there is no issue with it." He smirked. "But I will check a few things. It's running a bit slow."

"I thought it did." I watched him getting immersed in what he was doing. "Do you want it with lemon?"

"Sure, that's fine."

"Hungry?"

He clicked. "It's fine. I'll eat at home."

"I'll make something. I need to eat myself anyway."

He sighed, typed something. "Okay, sure." 

"Do you prefer fish or meat?"

"Either is fine."

"Eggs?"

"Sure."

"Tomatoes?" 

Mark rolled his eyes but humored me, while becoming more and more focused on the screen. I patiently asked one question after another until he kept replying almost mindlessly.

"Do you like women also or just guys?"

"Both." He absentmindedly slid the cursor down the screen before he realized what he said and looked at me.

I smiled. "Good to know."

Mark scrutinized me. "I won't be here that long. Get me just the water, Wesley."

I ran my hand along his nape. "Got ya."

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When I returned, his focus was again fully in the little windows on my screen.

"Here."

"When was the last time you did something like cleaning it, at least?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"You know what? No, I think I would rather do it."

"Thanks." 

Given our height difference, when I leaned over him to look at the screen, I could easily snake my right arm around his shoulder and bring my face level with his. Side by side, we were watching some programs run and scan my documents.

"What are you doing, Wesley?" I heard and turned to face him.

"I'm interested in what you're doing with it. I have no idea about things like this. If I'm not careful, you may hack into the CIA files, and I'll be the one to blame."

Mark stared at me from kissing distance. "I'm just running a basic diagnostic."

"Thank you." I gently rubbed his right ear and then started playing with his earlobe.

"Wesley." He said it as if he was scolding me.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hyperactive. I need to constantly do something with my hands."

"Right." He looked intently at me. "Do you have another chair?"

"No."

"Then bring one from the kitchen."

"Fine, I will leave you to it. But no shady business."

"Same goes for you."

I smirked and sat further on the couch, watching him work.  

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"I think it should be done."

"Can I now approach your honor?"

"Try."

I leaned over to him. "Thank you, Mark." I kissed him on his cheek.

Mark rolled his eyes and got up, about to walk around me, when I gently stopped him.

I peered at him intensely, seeing his brave eyes watching me back.

He looked hot in that tight, long-sleeved jersey and bike pants. His muscles were visible, and though he was lean, I could see he was firm and strong.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Wesley?"

I smirked and tilted my head a bit to the side. "Maybe."

"Why?"

"I told you, I find you interesting."

Mark smirked too. "Do you?"

"Yes." I stood up in front of him, and while studying all the little details on his face, I leaned down to his neck.

He didn't draw away. He just stood there. Solid. Watching me. A stoic but amused look on his face. Then... "I have to say, I find you interesting as well."

I grinned against his neck. "Then what can we do about it?" I grazed his neck lightly with my lips.

"What do you suggest?" he spoke slowly.

"I suggest we can have some fun with it." I licked his skin, feeling his dried sweat on it.

"I don't work that way, Wesley."

"Maybe you should give it a try before you decide."

"Should I?"

I kissed up the length of his neck, reaching his ear. "Yes."

I felt his fingers reach my tie and brush against the buttons of my dress shirt. "Really?"

When I nodded, Mark gently pulled on my shirt. "Take this off, then."

I leaned back to look at him.

He looked smug.

I searched for arousal in his eyes, but I mostly saw amusement.

I was taken aback by it. Still, I loosened my tie and let it fall beside us, then unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders.

"Hmm..." Mark gave me an appraising look.

For some reason, chills ran down my spine, but I was not used to being shy. "What more do you want to see, buddy?"

Mark peered at me. "What more do you want to show me, Wesley?"

I grabbed his chin and tilted it up to me. "Everything," I whispered while running my thumb over Mark's bottom lip.

"Are you hard?" Mark asked with a smile.

"I'm getting there."

Mark raised his brow. "Show me."

I kissed his neck again and brushed my lips over his ear. "You first."

"No."

"Why should I be the only one getting naked?"

Mark turned to me with an intense gaze, the end of his nose touching mine. "Because you want it." he touched my stomach. "Don't you?"

"Damn, you don't act like a virgin."

"You, on the other hand, act like a player."

I pulled the zipper of his jersey down. "Are you really a virgin, or did you just say that so people stop pestering you?"

"I've never had sex, if you're asking about that."

We were still staring at one another, our lips only an inch apart, and I was by now tenting up my pants as I felt blood filling my cock and my stomach shivering. "Why not?"

I slipped his jersey down his shoulders, watching his skin-tight short-sleeved shirt rise with his breath.

"Because I haven't found a person worth it and never cared to base my value on how many people I've slept with."

I nuzzled my lips on his playfully. "A deep thinker. I like that." I pulled on his shirt, and he stepped back slowly.

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Mark walked around me and sat on the couch. "Show me, then." He repeated with a smile.

I smirked.  

Fine...  

This was very unusual for me but hot nonetheless. Standing above him, I spread my arms. "Open them."

Mark looked into my eyes, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down the zipper. "Take them off."

There was something compelling about him, while his height and build made me feel safe should this turn out to be too much. With a grin, I let him have it, and soon I stood there naked. As I took off my socks and towered over him, my cock pointed at him.

Mark checked out my body with a slight smile.

"Wanna taste it?"

"Where do you have a lube?" he asked nonchalantly.

My jaw dropped. I was stunned.

I had many virgins, yet none acted like this guy now. Even when they acted tough and hard to get, their demeanor shifted completely when things got too real. What was going on?

Is he seriously a virgin?

I wasn't expecting this at all, so I just pointed to the drawer by the couch.

Mark could easily reach there from where he sat and chuckled as he opened it. "You had it ready?"

"I like my guys to be comfortable."

"How considerate of you." he poured some on my dick. "Stroke it."

"You want me to jerk off in front of you?"

"I want you to cum on my face."

A jolt of electricity ran down my stomach, and my balls sent a shiver all over my body. My cock twitched, and I could feel precum forming in my slit.  

Who the heck is this guy?

"Do you?"

He nodded.

"Then lick it."

Mark looked at it as if considering it. "No," he smiled and spread the lube around my cock in a firm, confident stroke that made me twitch and bite back an unexpected moan.  

He let go. "Come on, tough guy."

What the heck is going on?

I did as he asked. This was too hot to refuse.

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Then Mark, with the hand that had lube on, reached behind and found my butt, sneaking between my glutes to my crack.

"What do you think you are doing, Mark?"

"I want to see you come." He gently probed my sphincter as if asking it to let him in. With my hand jerking my cock and those eyes watching me, it felt more arousing than I'd ever expected.

"Take off your clothes, Mark. I'll show you."

"No."

A few heavy breaths later, I felt my butt giving way to his finger, slightly. My muscles still tight, but I felt the tip slid in. Mark slowly pushed in, while watching me intently.  

The stretch felt unfamiliar and invasive. I hissed, letting him do that for some reason, unable to stop looking at him.  

He kept going. Same as my hand kept running along my length with growing urgency.

"Fuck..." I tilted my head back as his finger rubbed my prostate. "Yes, there."

Mark pulled out and squeezed more lube into his hand. I stood there dumbfounded between his spread legs while he leisurely sat on my couch, and I just watched him do that again, knowing full well what he intended to do.

"Don't stop, Wesley." His gaze returned to my eyes.

"You are a little pervert, Mark, are you?"

Mark smirked. "Look who's talking." And then he pushed two fingers in, making me arch.

"Fuck... gently!"

He stopped, checking how my cock leaked a blob of precum down the head. "Why? You seem to enjoy it." 

I whimpered. Stroked myself once from tip to base and back again. Watching my cock cry like in a daze. The stretch stopped burning, it slowly turned into an intense pressure. And as if the only way to ease that pressure was to go again. Deeper, faster, more. Like the release was within my reach, but I needed more of it to get there.

I hissed, feeling turned on to the max yet embarrassed like never. "It's been a while."

"Interesting, yet you look so hot like this."

"So you do think I'm hot." I smiled.

"I think you are interesting. What I meant is that you are aroused."

Fuck this.  

My hips moved against his fingers, hand sped up. "Okay..."

Mark matched my rhythm and kept playing with that spot.

"What happens if I do this?" He pulled out and came back harder, circling the whole prostate with his fingers.

"Fuuuck!" I stepped closer and grabbed the back of the couch with my right hand.

Mark raised an eyebrow. " More?"

Unbeknownst to myself, I nodded.  

Mark complied, increasing the speed and pressure as he was fingering me and driving me crazy.

"Fuck!" My hand instantly sped up again, fisting my cock as I watched his amused, cocky eyes and grabbed him by the chin.

"You want me to shoot on your face?"

"Yes."

"Fuck!" I raised my foot on the couch next to him and jerked furiously while watching him and feeling his fingers dive into me. At one point I raised my head and moaned as I felt my balls breaking loose, and watched shot after shot land on his face.

A sweet, satisfying shiver ran through me as I slowly descended from the high.  

Then I stared at him in awe and thought how fucking hot that stern smile looked covered in my load.  

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Mark let me calm down a bit before he spoke. "Now lick it off."

I grinned. "What did you say, my little pervert?"

"Lick it off me."

I chuckled. "No."

Mark pressed on my button, bending his fingers in like a hook, and pulled me down to straddle his legs. I hissed in pain and shock. "What the fuck?!"

He just stared at me with such an intense look that I felt myself getting hard again.

Fuck it. I sneered, and then with the flat of my tongue, I scooped most of my load.  

Then I grabbed the sides of his face, pulled on his jaw to part his lips, and dove into his mouth, feeding him that.  

He let me kiss him.

For a virgin, he kissed well.  

There was no shame in him whatsoever.  

As we made out, he eased out his fingers and squeezed my ass. I just kept kissing him, smelling my cum mix with his sweat while I held his head with both hands, getting ready for round two.  

"Stand up, Wesley."

"I like it here. This way, I will be ready for a rematch soon."

"My hand is getting numb, Wesley."

I chuckled and decided to grant him mercy and stand up.

"Well, this was something..."

Mark smiled as he stood up and went to wash his face in the bathroom.

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I stepped behind him, kissing his neck.

"I need to get going."

"Why? I can show you much more."

Mark smiled at me in the mirror. "I believe that, but I told you. I don't work that way."

"And how do you work? Do you have some special fetish for fingering guys and having them cum on you?"

He chuckled. "No, I was just thinking about trying that one day. A friend of mine loves being covered with cum and having it licked off him."

"I definitely approve." I kissed his nape and rubbed his back and that firm butt. "Want to see it from the other perspective now?"

Mark grinned and went away. He grabbed his jersey, put it on, and zipped it up.

"Wait, are you seriously leaving?"

"Sure... would you have me stay here if you fucked me?"

"I mean... maybe."

Mark raised his eyebrow doubtfully. "Yeah... Sure you would."

He went to the hall and put on his shoes.

What the hell?! "What's your deal, really?"

"I'm demisexual. I don't get aroused by people to whom I am not emotionally attached. And since I could see that you only wanted to have fun, I thought you would be the perfect candidate to indulge my curiosity."

I watched him speechless.

He opened the door and took his bike. Leaving.

"I think you should be all sorted." Mark glanced at the computer and put on the helmet before checking me out, amused. "Bye, Wesley, it was as you said. Interesting." 

I stood in front of the door he had just closed, naked with a hard dick, totally stunned.

"What the absolute fuck was that?!" 

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