The photographer glanced over her shoulder at Mark and Luke. "You two can take a quick break, just stay close cause you’re up next."
Luke exhaled sharply through his nose and tilted his head toward the boathouse without looking at Mark. A silent suggestion. Mark's dark eyes tracked the movement before he nodded once.
Luke crossed the grass with deliberate slowness, the blades tickling the soles of his bare feet. The boathouse loomed ahead, its shadow stretching long in the fading light. Behind him, Mark's footsteps were nearly silent, just the occasional creak of dock wood under his weight. The air between them crackled, thick as the humidity clinging to their skin.
The boathouse door groaned when Luke shoved it open, the hinges protesting. Inside, the air was cooler, thick with the scent of varnished wood and old sweat. Oars hung in neat rows along the far wall, their blades casting jagged shadows in the dim light.
Luke turned sharply, the dim boathouse light catching the sweat still glistening on his collarbones. His cock, already half-hard from Mark’s relentless teasing, twitched against his thigh as he locked eyes with the heavier rower. “Get on your knees,” he growled, voice rough with intent. The command hung between them, sharp as a starting pistol.
Mark’s grin was slow, deliberate, his dark eyes flicking down to Luke’s erection before dragging back up. “Pretty please would be great,” he murmured, but his body was already moving, sinking down with the controlled grace of a man who knew exactly how to make his submission look like a victory. His knees hit the worn wooden floorboards with a thud that vibrated through Luke’s bare feet.
Luke didn’t hesitate. He fisted a hand in Mark’s damp curls and yanked his head back, exposing the thick column of his throat. The angle made Mark’s shoulders flex, his pecs tightening under sweat-slick skin, the dense muscle of his torso shadowed in the low light. His cock, thick and curving upward, lay heavy against his thigh, the foreskin pulled taut over the flushed head. A bead of precum glistened at the slit.
Luke’s own cock throbbed in response, jutting out from his wiry frame, the vein along the underside prominent as his balls tightened. He was leaner than Mark, his muscles carved by endurance rather than brute power, but the hunger in his stance was undeniable. His abs flexed as he stepped closer, the tip of his cock brushing Mark’s chin. “You’re gonna swallow every drop,” he muttered, tightening his grip in Mark’s hair, “If you're gonna tease me like that out there you better be ready to fucking deliver.”
Mark’s laugh was low, vibrating through Luke’s thighs where they bracketed his shoulders. “Gonna make me?” he challenged, but his tongue was already darting out to swipe a hot stripe along Luke’s length, his lips parting with ease. The feelings were dizzying, from the roughness of his stubble against Luke’s inner thigh to the softness of his mouth as he took the head between his lips, sucking lightly.
Luke hissed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. Mark’s hands, which had been resting on his own thighs, suddenly clamped around Luke’s hips, holding him still with effortless strength. The bastard was grinning around his cock, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners, and Luke saw red. He shoved forward without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Mark’s throat convulsed around him, his nostrils flaring, but he didn’t pull back. His fingers dug into Luke’s hipbones, his shoulders flexing as he took it, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each ragged breath through his nose. Spit slicked Luke’s length where it disappeared between Mark’s lips, the sight filthy enough to make Luke’s vision blur.
“Fuck,” Luke gasped, his free hand flying to the back of Mark’s head, fingers twisting in his hair. He pulled out just enough to slam back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the boathouse. Mark’s groan vibrated around him, his tongue pressing insistently against the vein on the underside, and Luke’s knees nearly buckled.
Mark’s cock, thick and ruddy, curved upward against his stomach, precum smearing across his abs with each ragged breath he took. His thighs were splayed wide, the dense muscle of his legs twitching as he swallowed Luke down with greedy enthusiasm. His chest was flushed pink under the dusting of dark hair, sweat beading along his collarbones as he worked his throat around Luke’s cock.
Luke couldn’t tear his eyes away. Beneath him, Mark’s lips stretched wide around his length, his jaw slack, his lashes fluttering against his cheekbones.
Luke’s hips stuttered, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the pressure coiling low in his gut, his balls tightening against his thighs. Mark must have felt it too, because his grip tightened on Luke’s hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. His dark eyes flicked up, meeting Luke’s gaze with deliberate challenge.
Luke growled, tightening his grip in Mark’s hair and yanking him forward until his nose pressed flush against Luke’s pelvis. Mark gagged, his throat fluttering around Luke’s cock, but he didn’t pull back. His fingers dug harder into Luke’s hips, his nails leaving half-moon indents in the skin.
“Fucking take it,” Luke snarled, his voice rough with need. He pulled back just enough to slam forward again, the force of it making Mark’s shoulders flex under his grip. Mark’s groan vibrated around him, his tongue pressing insistently against the vein on the underside of Luke’s cock, and Luke saw stars.
Mark’s own cock, twitched and jumped as it curved upward against his stomach, precum continuing to smear across his abs with each movement as he swallowed Luke down with greedy enthusiasm.
Luke’s vision blurred at the edges, his fingers tightening in Mark’s hair until his knuckles went white. He could feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter in his gut, his balls drawing up against his body. Mark sensed it too, and his dark eyes flicked up again, crinkling at the corners as he grinned around Luke’s cock.
Luke came with a choked-off groan, his hips jerking forward as he spilled down Mark’s throat. Mark swallowed greedily, his throat working around Luke’s cock as he milked him through it, his fingers digging into Luke’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Luke gasped, his body shuddering with the force of it, his knees nearly buckling under him.
Mark didn’t let up, his tongue dragging along the underside of Luke’s cock as he pulled off with a loud pop. His lips were slick with spit, his chin glistening where Luke’s cum had escaped. He licked his lips with deliberate slowness, his dark eyes locked on Luke’s face. “Tasty,” he murmured, his voice rough from use. His cock, still thick and heavy against his thigh, twitched with interest.
Luke’s breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he tried to steady himself. His cock, still half-hard, twitched against his thigh at the sight of Mark kneeling and smug, his lips swollen and shiny. Luke’s fingers tightened in Mark’s hair again, tugging him closer. “You’re not done,” he growled.
Mark’s grin widened, his teeth flashing in the dim light. “Oh?” he challenged, tilting his head slightly.
Luke didn’t answer with words. Instead, he hauled Mark up by the hair, ignoring his grunt of protest, and spun him around, shoving him face-first against the boathouse wall. Mark’s chest hit the wood with a thud, his breath punching out of him. Luke pressed flush against his back, his cock sliding between Mark’s thighs, the friction making them both groan.
Mark’s hands braced against the wall, his biceps flexing under sweat-slick skin. His back was a solid plane of muscle, tapering down to his waist, the dim light catching on the sweat still beading along his spine. His ass, round and firm, pressed back against Luke’s hips, the heat of him searing even through the humid air.
Luke dragged his teeth along Mark’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to make him hiss. His hands slid down Mark’s sides, tracing the ridges of his ribs before gripping his hips tightly. “You wanted to play?” he muttered against Mark’s skin, his voice rough. “Then fucking play.”
Mark’s laugh was breathless, his body shifting under Luke’s grip. “Bossy,” he taunted, but he arched his back anyway, pressing his ass harder against Luke’s cock. The movement made Luke’s vision blur, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Mark’s thighs were thick with muscle, the dense power of a heavyweight rower, and Luke couldn’t resist grinding against them, the rough hair tickling his sensitive skin.
Luke’s cock was fully hard again, jutting out from his body, the vein along the underside prominent as it throbbed with need. He reached down, gripping himself roughly, his fingers sliding easily over a slick mixture of cum and precum. Mark’s breath hitched when Luke pressed the head of his cock against his entrance, the heat of him almost unbearable.
“Fuck,” Luke groaned, his free hand flying to Mark’s hip, fingers digging into the dense muscle there. Mark’s skin was slick with sweat under his touch, the heat of him radiating through Luke’s palm. His cock, thick and curving upward, lay heavy with the foreskin pulled taut over the flushed head. A bead of precum glistened at the slit, and Luke couldn’t resist swiping his thumb over it, smearing it across Mark’s skin.
Mark’s groan was ragged, his body trembling under Luke’s touch. His back muscles flexed as he arched further, pressing his ass back against Luke’s cock. “Tease,” he muttered, but his voice was thick with want, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Luke didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his chest against Mark’s back, his sweat-slick skin sliding against Mark’s. His lips brushed Mark’s ear as he spoke, his voice low and rough. “You wanted this,” he reminded him, his breath hot against Mark’s skin. “Now take it.”
Mark’s laugh was breathless, his body shifting under Luke’s grip. “I don’t recall that,” he taunted, but he arched his back anyway, pressing his ass harder against Luke’s cock. The movement made Luke’s vision blur, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Mark’s thighs were thick with muscle, the dense power of a heavyweight rower, and Luke couldn’t resist grinding against them, the rough hair tickling his sensitive skin.
Mark shuddered, his breath catching in his throat. “Bro-” he started, but Luke cut him off with a sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal movement. Mark’s back arched violently, his muscles straining under Luke’s grip as he gasped, his fingers scrabbling against the boathouse wall for purchase.
Luke didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed forward again, the force of it making Mark’s knees buckle slightly. Mark’s groan was muffled against the wood, his body trembling under Luke’s relentless pace. Luke’s grip on his hips tightened, his fingers digging into the dense muscle there as he drove into him again and again, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the boathouse.
Mark’s cock bounced against his stomach with each thrust, precum smearing across his abs. His thighs flexed under the strain, the dense muscle of his legs trembling as he tried to keep his balance. Luke could feel the heat of him, the tightness, the way Mark’s body clenched around him with each movement, and it was fucking intoxicating.
Luke leaned forward, pressing his chest against Mark’s back, his sweat-slick skin sliding against Mark’s. His lips brushed Mark’s ear as he spoke, his voice rough with exertion. “You tease,” he muttered, his breath hot against Mark’s skin. “This is what you get.”
Mark’s laugh was breathless, his body shifting under Luke’s grip. “Fuck- you,” he managed, his voice strained. “Always- so- fucking- bossy.”
Luke didn’t bother answering. Instead, he wrapped a hand around Mark’s cock, squeezing roughly, his thumb swiping over the head. Mark’s groan was ragged, his hips jerking forward into Luke’s grip as his body tightened around Luke’s cock. Luke smirked against Mark’s shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin there as he tightened his grip, stroking Mark in time with his thrusts.
Mark’s breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now, his thighs trembling under the strain. His cock, thick and veined, throbbed in Luke’s grip, precum beading at the slit. Luke’s thumb swiped over it again, smearing the moisture across the flushed head, and Mark cursed, his fingers digging into the boathouse wall hard enough to leave marks.
Luke could feel the tension coiling in Mark’s body, the way his muscles clenched around him with each thrust. He tightened his grip on Mark’s hip, his fingers digging into the dense muscle there, and leaned forward, pressing his chest flush against Mark’s back. His breath was hot against Mark’s ear as he spoke, his voice rough with exertion. “Come for me,” he growled. “Now.”
Mark’s body tensed violently, his back arching as he came with a strangled groan. His cock pulsed in Luke’s grip, thick ropes of cum splattering against the boathouse wall as his body clenched around Luke’s cock. Luke hissed, his hips stuttering as the pressure in his gut coiled tighter, his own second orgasm crashing over him with brutal force.
He came with a groan, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside Mark, his fingers digging bruises into Mark’s hips. Mark shuddered beneath him, his body trembling with the aftershocks, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Luke leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Mark’s shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, his chest heaving.
Mark chuckled breathlessly, his voice rough. “Fuck,” he muttered, his fingers flexing against the boathouse wall. “That was-”
Luke cut him off with a sharp bite to his shoulder, his teeth sinking into the sweat-slick skin. Mark hissed, his body jerking beneath Luke’s grip. “Shut up,” Luke muttered against his skin, his breath hot. He pulled out slowly, hissing at the sensitivity, and stepped back, his cock still half-hard.
Mark turned to face him, his chest still heaving, his skin flushed. His cock, thick and softening, lay against his thigh, a bead of cum still glistening at the tip. His lips were swollen, his hair mussed from Luke’s grip, and his dark eyes were bright with satisfaction. He grinned, slow and lazy, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re welcome,” he drawled.
Luke rolled his eyes and reached for his discarded speedo, yanking it up his legs with more force than necessary. The fabric clung uncomfortably to his still-sensitive skin, and he grimaced. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he muttered, but there was no real heat behind the words.
Mark chuckled and stretched, his muscles flexing under the fading sunlight streaming through the boathouse windows. He grabbed his own speedo and tugged it on with deliberate slowness, his smirk never fading. “You’re the one who came down my throat,” he pointed out, his voice dripping with amusement.
Luke shot him a glare, but before he could retort, the boathouse door creaked open. Josh’s voice echoed through the space, loud and obnoxious as ever. “Yo, dudes! We’re wrapping up out here. Get your asses back for your shots!”
Luke exhaled sharply through his nose and ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the mess Mark had made of it. “Coming,” he called back, his voice rough.
Mark grinned and clapped him on the shoulder as he passed, his touch lingering just a second too long. “Yeah,” he murmured, his breath hot against Luke’s ear. “You did, didn’t you.”
Luke shoved him away with a laugh, and Mark sauntered toward the door with that infuriating swagger of his. Luke watched him go, his eyes trailing down Mark’s back, the way his ass flexed, the sweat still glistening on his skin. He shook his head and followed, his own steps measured, his body still humming with the aftershocks of what they’d just done.
Outside, the golden-hour light had deepened to a rich amber, casting long shadows across the dock. The photographer was wiping off some of her equipment, her face flushed as she avoided looking directly at any of them. Josh and Matt were already horsing around by the water, their laughter carrying across the river. Matt had an oar balanced on his shoulder, his oiled skin gleaming in the fading light, while Josh flexed for an imaginary camera, his grin wide and shameless.
Mark leaned against the rigging rack, his arms crossed over his chest, his smirk never fading. His gaze flicked to Luke as he approached, dark and knowing. Luke ignored him and snatched up his oar from where it leaned against the boathouse wall, the wood smooth under his fingers.
“Alright, your shots!” Josh announced, clapping his hands together. “Get in position. Mark, you’re behind Luke again. Photographer’s orders.”
Mark pushed off the rack with deliberate slowness, his smirk widening as he stepped into place behind Luke. His chest brushed Luke’s back, his breath hot against the nape of Luke’s neck. Luke sighed, content.
“Smile, boys,” the photographer called, her voice bright. The shutter clicked rapidly.
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