Tables Turning

Tables Turning

Posted: April 20, 2007
Title: Tables Turning
Author: Decadence and Sileya
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Mark
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them, and we don’t claim to. We just like their faces and names.
Beta: Sileya

Summary: Mark takes the opportunity to get some teasing of his own in. But Craig is swift to respond.

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Sitting in the bar, Craig watched Mark's large hands wrap around a beer bottle. The long fingers laced around the amber glass, beads of condensation gathering along the top. He licked his lips unconsciously, wishing he could taste the water on Mark's skin. Realizing Mark was speaking to him, Craig looked up. "Yes, that's right."

He hoped that Mark had asked him something that had garnered such an answer and that he hadn't agreed to something completely off the wall.

Mark's eyes glittered with amusement. He'd noticed Craig was distracted, so he'd rattled on about different things, getting more and more outrageous as he went on - culminating with an orgy of Hobbits in the hotel lobby. "You're not paying a damn bit of attention, luv," he said with a smile.

Craig's eyebrows bunched together as he tilted his head to one side. "I am so paying attention." 'To your hands,' he added internally.

Fluttering his eyelashes, Mark sighed. "I'd thought that if I propositioned you, I'd get more response than that," he said jokingly.

Craig jumped, sending his scotch pouring down the front of his pants. His bits were freezing from the lap full of ice he'd received, but all he could think about was Mark propositioning him.

Mark’s eyes widened in surprise, and he stifled a laugh. "Damn, Craig, I didn't mean to scare you."

Beginning to feel the cold against his slightly overheated parts, Craig reached down to pull the soaked twill of his khakis away from...well. "You didn't scare me. It just surprised me. That's all." He glanced up to see if Mark was joking with him. Seeing the hint of laughter in the brown eyes, his own eyes narrowed. "You did not proposition me."

One of Mark's eyebrows arched. "I didn't?" he asked, blatantly reaching out to trail his index finger down Craig's chest. His friend had done this to him so many times - and now he finally had the chance to do the same.

Craig caught the finger just as it touched his belt. "You didn't. I don't care how spazzed out I was, being distracted by you, I'd notice if you propositioned me."

Oh shite. He'd just admitted he'd been distracted by Mark.

A small, charmed smile pulled at Mark's lips. "You were distracted by me?" he asked, pulling his finger away from Craig's grasp only to start again at his throat, trailing down, down, down...

"I didn't say that," Craig caught the finger again before it could find regions that were slowly heating up again. He held the hand, lacing his fingers through Mark's. "I don't know how you got that out of what I said."

"You said 'I don't care how spazzed out I was, being distracted by you, I'd notice if you propositioned me.' " Mark parroted, a skill he usually used on stage for very comic results. His eyes narrowed as he watched his friend. Craig didn't seem to be acting very comical.

A very bright, very red blush colored Craig's skin. "I'm standing here in soaked knickers, and you're repeating my words back to me verbatim? Why haven't you taken me to the room already and helped me out of these clothes if you truly propositioned me?" He tried turning the tables.

Mark had always wondered how far he'd have to push to unnerve Craig – his longtime buddy was far more brash and sensual than he was. But now he saw his chance. He stood up, tossed a couple bills on the bar and closed an arm around Craig's shoulders. "Let's go, just you and me, baby," Mark crooned.

"Okay," Craig agreed readily enough, allowing Mark to walk him out of the hotel bar. "I don't know what you think you'll do with me once you get me alone, though."

"You don't?" Mark answered, guiding them toward the elevator. "Come on now, you've told me in great detail many times what you'd do when you got ME alone."

"But I wasn't the one propositioning just now!" Craig sputtered.

"So it makes a difference who propositions who once we're back in the hotel room alone with the one who did the propositioning?" Mark rattled back.

Craig stopped in the hallway, grabbing Mark's arm. A look of utter confusion was evident on his face. "What?"

A happy grin took Mark's face. He grabbed Craig by the shoulders and kissed him right on the mouth, a hard, fast kiss. Then he stood back up, looking pleased as punch.

"You can't just do that." Craig complained good-naturedly. Fisting Mark's shirt, he pulled the tall man closer, half climbing his thighs in an effort to reach his lips.

Laughing in surprise, Mark hitched his arms under Craig's arse and lifted him up. "You want to do this in the hall?" he asked as Craig started to kiss him again. "Besides, who's propositioning who, here?"

"You're the one holding my arse," Craig pointed out.

Mark huffed and walked down the hall easily, although he did shift Craig's weight so he could grope a little. He'd always wanted to do that.

Craig nearly jumped again as Mark's hands wandered over his bum, but he managed to contain the reaction to a bit of mild squirming. "My trousers are all wet," he complained. "And cold."

"Well, you've got your own lightning-fast reflexes to thank for that. End of the road," Mark announced, dropping Craig back to his feet so he could fish in his pocket for the key card.

Craig bypassed Mark's fumbling for the card, reaching straight into the taller man's back pocket and grabbing the card, leaving a lingering squeeze before pulling away again. He swiped it through the lock, waiting until the light flashed green before pushing the door open. "I've got your teasing to thank for it!" he blustered.

Mark cleared his throat as Craig's hand slipped into and out of his pocket. Pushing through the door, he scrambled mentally to think of a proper rejoinder to keep the banter going. "Since when does my teasing ever make you sop your pants? Last time that happened, it was when Karl caught you behind the trailers and threatened to strip you down for a poke right then and there."

Craig's face blanched before heating again. "He told you about that? I'll kill him!"

Mark wagged his eyebrows. "He said he was still in all of Eomer's leathers, and you about creamed your trousers. Quite cocky, he was."

"He shouldn't tease someone who hasn't been laid properly in several years," Craig defended, crossing his arms over his chest.

Marks reply was a boisterous laugh. "You? Not laid properly in several years? With those lederhosen you posed in at the con a while back? Pull my other leg."

Deciding to turn the tables on Mark, Craig asked, "Which one? From all reports, you are a tripod after all."

Caught, Mark's jaw flopped open and closed. "I'm…a WHAT?"

"You know," Craig found himself blushing yet again. "Well endowed."

Mark crossed his arms and gave Craig a disbelieving look. "And AGAIN, I mention the LEDERHOSEN."

"But you're a legend!" Craig blurted.

Mark's eyes popped, and he looked utterly appalled. "Just who have you been talking to about my penis?"

Craig crossed his arms again, unwilling to admit he'd peeked in the loo once. "I protect my sources."

"I swear to God, if Hugo's been flapping his tongue I'm gonna tell everyone about him and Lawrence Fishbourne..." Mark ranted.

Eyes goggling, Craig squeaked, "Hugo?"

Mark paused mid-rant and narrowed his eyes. "You talked with Hugo? I suppose he told you all sorts of hilarious stories..." Inwardly thrilled that his spur of the moment rant had gained such a reaction, Mark had no idea where to go next. It was almost silly - he was remembering more of the kiss in the hall than anything else.

Craig closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "In all fairness, I think I should have another look at it. Form my own opinion on the matter."

Now he knew where to go. Mark's hands went to his button-up shirt, which he tugged out of his waistband, then to his belt, which he started unbuckling.

Hearing the clanking of a belt, Craig's eyes flew open. He couldn't believe Mark was going to oblige him with this, but there was no way he wasn't going to take advantage of it. He moved closer, settling on the bed, where he gripped his hands and bit his lip to keep from yelling, 'hurry the hell up!'

Glancing to Craig's face, Mark could see what looked like nervousness there, and it gave him a shot of courage. He waggled his hips as he started pulling the belt from the loops, making a show of it.

"Tease," Craig blurted before reaching out to tug the belt free.

Mark chuckled, Craig's outburst giving him that much more incentive to keep it up. He slid his hands up his chest and started unbuttoning the shirt rather than going right for the buttons on his jeans. "Takes one to knoooooow one," he drawled.

Craig squirmed in his damp trousers. "Speed it up already," he grumped, unbuttoning his own shirt at the same rate Mark did.

The pouty smile on Mark's face just grew as he danced a few steps and finished with the shirt, pulling it off and tossing it at Craig as his hands moved to his waist. There, again instead of going for the button fly, his fingers rucked up his T-shirt.

Craig tugged the shirt off of his face, unwilling to miss a second of this show. He groaned at the second shirt, standing up and stepping forward to pull it off in one swift movement.

Mark actually laughed. "You'd think I was a LEGEND or some such...what enthusiasm!" he prodded. He figured he was getting back for all the times Craig had teased him until he was red in the face and hard in his pants.

Craig grabbed Mark's face, tugging him down enough that he could kiss him. And kiss him he did. His tongue pushed inside Mark's mouth, teasing and tormenting.

Mark gasped as Craig kissed him - REALLY kissed him - and he thought he should have done this long ago. Maybe then he would have been properly laid himself the past few years. He snaked his hands around Craig's waist, yanking his shirt out of his trousers and pulling it up to expose warm skin.

Craig let go of Mark long enough to let the other man help him shimmy out of his shirt. Then he was pressed skin to skin - chest to ... belly? He giggled, pulling away. "Maybe this would be more fair if we were on the bed."

"Are you doing the propositioning now?" Mark asked. "Cause I thought you needed proof to make up your mind." In truth, he wanted to hear what Craig really wanted - a show, a fuck, or something more.

His hands fell to Mark's waistband. "Maybe the height difference IS an advantage..." Craig teased.

Mark held his arms up and out of the way so Craig could do as he liked, though his breathing picked up. He'd thought about this so many times, but he'd never been quite sure if Craig was just teasing or if he was serious. It was too late now to figure it out. "So what is legendary, anyway?" he asked, voice a bit shaky.

"Nice is adequate," Craig murmured, pressing a kiss to the center of Mark's chest as he unbuttoned the fly of Mark's trousers. "Long and hard is pleasing," he added as he unzipped the zipper, pushing the flaps back to slide the trousers down off of Mark's hips. "Legendary is...fuck!" His fingers closed around a rather long and broad and nicely shaped erect cock. He brought his other hand down, still measuring. "This is the stuff legend is made from!"

Mark smiled, amused. "Flatterer," he objected, moving his hands to cover Craig's. "It's not that it's so huge, it's that I'm so tall."

"Size is relative," Craig pouted, suddenly afraid that Mark would find him lacking. He swallowed the fear, licking his lips as he looked down at his and Mark's hands covering Mark's cock. True, Mark's appendage dwarfed Craig's hands, but so did Mark's hands. He looked up, suddenly shy with Mark so close to him.

Lifting one of those long-fingered hands, Mark felt a flutter in his chest, and he lightly rubbed Craig's cheek. "What?" he asked quietly, the joking and amusement draining away.

"We're finally here," Craig whispered. "Finally."

Mark's brow creased in puzzlement, and he looked around the hotel room. "Huh?" he asked, smiling a little. He'd thought he would feel silly, standing nude with Craig's hands on him, but all he felt was warm.

Smiling, Craig turned Mark around and pushed him back onto the bed. "Silly. I've wanted this for ages and now that you're here and I'm admiring the legend, I think it's time to pay homage." He climbed onto the bed, stretching out over Mark's lanky frame.

Falling back onto the bed and bouncing, Mark laughed as Craig crawled on top of him. "Okay, pay me homage. Hey, I am the High King!" he said brightly. Inside, his blood was starting to simmer - all that bare Craig slithering and sliding against him...his cock hardened and lengthened some more.

Feeling a nudge against his abdomen, Craig looked down to see what he fondly called 'the legend' growing. His eyes widened, and he scooted to the side, propping on one elbow as he reached to touch it. "How big does it get?"

Mark shrugged. "Depends on how turned on I am."

Craig leaned closer, looking at it from a close perspective. His head dipped down, tongue darting out to touch the very tip of it, hoping for a taste. "It varies?"

Laughing, Mark grinned down at him. "Doesn't yours?"

"I've never noticed." A slight frown crossed Craig's face, and he worried that maybe he wouldn't make Mark grow that much. His hand ghosted over the long shaft, down over Mark's sac, he cupped the orbs in his hands, weighing them gently.

"Hey," Mark said softly, propping himself up on his elbows. "Don't stress about it. You are what you are, and I already love what you are. Besides...it's what you do with it that counts," he said, wagging his eyebrows a bit, although his smile was reassuring.

The statement garnered Craig's full attention, and he lay down beside Mark, simply pressing his body close to Mark. "Do you mean that?" he asked shyly, blue eyes gleaming speculatively.

"Yeah, I mean that," Mark said quietly, shifting to ease his arm around Craig's shoulders and lay back. He was still aroused, but this was nice, too. Just being close. He wondered if Craig liked snuggling under the covers like he did.

As if reading Mark's mind, Craig squirmed until he could pull the thick comforter over them. "There. Now I don't feel as mismatched or inadequate," he joked.

Just shaking his head and smiling, Mark pulled him close, sighing as he lined up his erection along Craig's thigh. It felt good. He wasn't sure if they'd go any farther, but it felt good. Craig felt good. "Let's just stay here awhile," he suggested.

Craig squirmed for a moment, trying to get comfortable with Mark. After a few minutes, he slid his arm beneath the small of Mark's back and slid closer, his leg squeezing between Mark's long thighs.

The taller man chuckled. "Comfy?" he asked. His voice had dropped to a low purr as Craig's movements continued to arouse him. He wondered if Craig felt his cock twitch and thicken more. He suppressed the desire to rub closer.

He was able to lay still for all of about two minutes before his hands started wandering. Mark's skin was smooth and supple, his chest peppered with a light pelt of hair and his back smooth and broad, tapering down to a firm bottom. Craig's fingers traced Mark's spine down to where his fingers dipped just into the crease of the other man's bum before sliding them up and over the taller man's hips to trace down his belly to the thatch of hair beneath. He sighed happily against Mark's chest, his lips spreading and puckering to kiss the skin beneath them.

Again Mark smiled. "Happy?" he asked quietly as he was starting to drowse. It was just so comforting to hold Craig. He'd wanted to for a long time.

"I'm satisfied," Craig answered in a like tone. Ceasing the gentle caresses, he stilled, realizing this was what Mark wanted.

"What?" Mark asked quietly, settling his arm over Craig's waist.

"I didn't say anything," Craig's eyebrows scrunched, a slight line forming between them. Rising up onto an elbow, he asked, "Is something wrong?"

Blinking, Mark leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "Nothing's wrong. Everything's right."

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THE END

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