Mark carefully pulled the spandex underwear free of his skates and tossed it over the rink wall. Sean groaned softly at the gesture. How was he supposed to put them back on quickly now? Mark pulled Sean's knees apart, laying one of Sean's legs against his shoulder to kiss the exposed skin through the fishnet stockings. As he did, Mark trailed his fingers down the sides of his thigh, messaging out the muscle of it in a loving caress. Sean's eyes drifted up to the rafters with a soft moan. Only to have a deep blush form across his face when he noticed one of the security cameras directly over them. Moving his hands to cover his exposed cock, he heard Mark purr out across his leg. "Don't do that..." Sean shifted uncomfortably, mumbling out. "Mark... We should stop before..." Mark pried his lips away from Sean's leg, lowering it back to the ice, while he coolly purred to him. "Why? You starting to stick to the ice?" Sean shook his head nervously, shifting his body subconsciously before looking up.

Mark followed his eyes up, a grin spreading over his face. Sean couldn't possibly see what was so good about this. Stacy's dad would kill him for doing this in his rink. Mark lowered his eyes back to him, looping his arms under Sean's legs to pull him closer to him. Leaning over him, Mark nuzzled his face into Sean's neck, sweetly whispering to him. "Ignore it. Stay in this moment with me." Sean rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath meekly. "We'll get in trouble..." Mark lifted his head, brushing his lips lightly over Sean's as he retorted bluntly. "And doesn't that just make it sweeter?" Sean swallowed nervously, biting his lip as Mark nipped at it. Sean tilted his head back away from Mark, exposing his throat. Sean thought it would be safe, because the gold collar was still protecting his neck. Until Mark's nimble fingers traced along his skin and collar to seek out the chain. Sean closed his eyes, suddenly feeling the collar come loose. Mark pulled the collar slowly off his neck, dropping it by his shoulder. Sean turned his head, opening his eyes to look at it. Then inhaled sharply as Mark's teeth found his throat.

Sean tried to brace his feet against the ice, but the heel of the blades only scoffed the ice. Forcing him to keep his legs comfortably at Mark's sides. Mark's warm lips traveled lower, his lips kissing every bit of exposed skin he could find. Sean moaned softly, his hands moving off his crotch to hold Mark's hips off him. Mark's hand slid over the ice, his nails clawing at it until they were covered in frost. Sean's heart skipped watching Mark's tan fingers drag across the ice. He couldn't believe he was doing this with Mark. He loved the ice... but Mark took the phrase 'sex on ice' to a new level. Mark touched a frosted finger to one of Sean's perked up nipples, causing a cute yelp to leave his body. Goosebumps sprang down his arms and Mark chuckled devilishly. As cold as his body felt, his nipple melted the frost. Mark's hand moved down along Sean's exposed ribcage, his warm lips moving in to suck the icy water off Sean's numb nipple. The sudden change from cold to warmth made Sean arch up off the ice with a sharp moan.

Sean's fingers clawed at the skin under Mark's shirt as he tried to settle himself down. Mark's mouth moved to the center of his chest, kissing random spots. He was moving lower down Sean's body. Sean's breath hitched when Mark's lips reached his belly button. His legs tried to lock against Mark to keep him from going lower, but it wasn't working. Sean kept his hands still, feeling Mark's torso slid over them easily. Mark's arms adjusted under Sean's knees, pushing them up to his hip level. There his hands grasped the underside of his knees and held them apart. Sean's hands shook as he finally moved his hands to grab Mark's shoulders. Mark kissed his inner thighs in turn, steadily moving closer to his exposed crotch. After a tender kiss that were close enough to make Sean shiver from anticipation, Mark asked him in a deep serious voice. "Are you sore from last night?" Sean couldn't find his voice. His body was feeling too many sensations at once. Mark released one of Sean's legs, his finger slipping into the fishnet to seek out his ass.

Mark's finger very gently brushed over the rim, causing a Sean's legs to tense defensively. Mark removed his finger, stroking Sean's ass cheek comfortingly as he asked firmly. "You ok?" Sean nodded, clearing his throat before answering a bit strained. "I'm tender, but I'm ok." Mark's tongue flicked over his lower lip in thought, before he told him warmly. "If it's tender then I'll leave it alone. I don't need you in pain during your routine tomorrow." Sean slowly rose up onto his elbows, innocently saying. "So, we're done now... right?" Mark huffed sarcastically, while his hands crept up to wrap around a hole in the crotch of the fishnet. Sean tensed up his body, quickly pleading out. "Mark, don't it!" Mark grinned, pulling the fabric apart enough to open a hole large enough for his dick to be exposed clearly. Sean shook his head, grumbling out. "She's going to kill me, Mark... I hope you're happy." Mark returned his hands to the underside of Sean's knees, answering smugly. "They were in my way."

Sean rolled his eyes, then whimpered. Mark wasn't wasting time. His lips found his tip, molding over it teasingly until Sean was seeing stars. Sean rose up to lean back on his hands, his nails digging into the ice. The deeper Mark took his length in, the more he leaned forward unconsciously. He just couldn't stop himself. His body was instinctively trying to find a position that allowed him to thrust. Which was impossible with the way Mark's hands were braced to keep his feet from touching the ice. Leaning his weight back onto his hands, he managed to use Mark's hold on him to thrust his hips up. Mark pulled his mouth off his cock as he did, making Sean whine with frustration. Mark cleared his throat loudly, huskily telling Sean. "Easy now." Sean gritted his teeth, laying back against the ice with a soft whine. He had already worked himself up, if given the chance he could make this quick. Mark clearly wasn't having that. Slumping back across the ice, Sean raised his hands over his head to run through his hair.

Mark's warm lips slid back down his length, causing Sean to arch his back with a soft groan. Sean's eyes rolled back, his head tilting enough to bite the inside of his forearm. Mark didn't move at the pace he wanted, but his tongue was a killer. It knew just how to stoke the underside of his shaft to drive him crazy. Feeling his warm tongue move up the shaft to flick over the tip, Sean panted wildly for more. Mark sucked off the tip, then brushed his lips down the side of the shaft lightly. Sean released his forearm from his teeth, jerking slightly at the sensation. He was too hard to be teased like this. Mark nuzzled the base of his cock and Sean jerked more violently as a burst of giggles left him. Mark's beard was tickling him. Trying to fight Mark's strength, he fought to close his legs. When he couldn't, he pleaded out in a broken high-pitched voice between giggles. "AAH! No Mark! D-Don't!" A deep throaty laugh left Mark, but he didn't stop. Mark kept nuzzling and nibbling the base of his cock.

Sean arched hard back across the ice as a sharp scream left him. He wanted this to turn him off... but it only kept him hard. Mark lifted his head, giving Sean a chance to breathe. Sean gulped down air, giggling out breathless. "You're such an arsehole..." Mark chuckled, crawling up Sean's body to meet his lips in a passionate kiss. Sean lowered his hands from above him to hold Mark's neck lovingly. Mark shifted uncomfortably. His knees had to be killing him by now. If he could even feel them. Sean could barely feel his own ass anymore. Mark ignored his pain, choosing to lay over him for a bit. Sean raised his legs up Mark's sides, prying his lips from their kiss to whisper longingly. "Mark... finish me." Mark shifted his hips a bit to let his hand slide between them to take his cock in his warm hand. Sean jerked, clawing Mark's shoulders as he told him seriously. "No. Not like that..." Mark rose up on all fours and before he backed up, Sean reached between them to grab Mark's belt.

Mark grabbed one of his wrists to stop him, stating out seriously. "We shouldn't. You're sore." Sean snorted to himself sarcastically, unzipping Mark's pants while saying confidently. "I'll be fine. I can barely feel my arse anyway." Mark gave him a cautious glare, but Sean ignored it. Rising a bit, he pushed the front of Mark's pants down, begging him lustfully. "Mark, please? You started this. You owe me dessert." Mark shook his head with a smirk, mumbling out. "You'll have to turn over. The last thing I want to explain is why my balls are frozen to the ice." Sean chuckled, watching Mark sit back on his legs with a painful groan. Sean carefully sat up, listening to Mark grumble out. "We'll have to make this quick. My knees are in agony and they'll be back soon." Sean flipped onto all fours and winced. The ice was not forgiving on the knees. He was amazed Mark had been putting up with it for so long. Mark scooted up behind him, tearing more of the fishnet away from his ass.

Sean groaned, hanging his head in defeat. Stacy was going to tear him apart for this. Mark suddenly broke out in chuckles, slapping his bare ass. Sean looked over his shoulder to glare at him, causing Mark to lay over his back to tell him playfully. "Your cherry red ass has the cutest fishnet pattern now." Sean's eyes narrowed on Mark in warning. Mark kissed his neck with a smirk, then clawed the ice for some frost. Once he had enough, he took it to Sean's ass to use as prep. The cold frost touched his tender rim and Sean sank into a bow with a yelp. Mark very carefully rubbed the icy water around the rim of his ass, asking worried. "You ok?" Sean nodded, mumbling against his arm. "Ya... It's just fucking cold!" The cold air from the ice drifted up Sean's body, forcing him to add reluctantly. "Mark... Please hurry. I'm getting cold." Mark carefully pushed his cock in, his arm wrapping tightly around Sean's waist. Sean clenched his jaw tightly to fight off the pinching pain. Despite the pain, he wanted this.

Mark set into a slow rhythm, his hand cupping Sean's cock to keep it warm against the cold. Their skates dug into the ice with every thrust, but Sean couldn't focus on it. His mind was clouded over with the feeling of Mark's fondling hand and deep thrusts. He kept himself from peeking with drifting thoughts, until Mark's thrusts became more demanding. Mark bit his shoulder, growling into every thrust. Mark was getting close... When his cell phone started buzzing. Mark slowed his pace enough for Sean to fish Mark's phone from his pocket to check the ID. Stacy had sent a message. Sean opened the message to read it. While over him, Mark grunted out. "What?" Sean read the message, then told Mark breathlessly. "She's on her way back." Mark adjusted closer, picking up his pace. Sean pressed Mark's hand to his cock, moaning out. "Oh, fuck!" Mark's thrusting stopped and Sean unloaded his sperm into Mark's palm. Both of them shifted with groans of pain. Parting away from each other as they tried to stand.

Mark managed to stagger to his feet first, the way he held his cum filled hand to his chest made him look like he suffered a stomach wound. Sean managed to stagger up onto his feet, covering his cock protectively. He started to shiver now from the cold. Mark pulled him closer with his clean hand, telling him lovingly. "Are your clothes in the locker room?" Sean's nodded, stepping through the gate to slip on his skate guards. Snatching the spandex underwear, he shakily made his way up to the locker room. Dropping down onto the bench, he removed his skates and started stripping all of the costume down to set aside. Quickly changing into his regular clothes, he rubbed his aching knees. Part of him scolded himself for being so reckless, but it only made him smile. Sometimes the fun made the pain worth it. He always played everything so safe. He lived his life in a safe cage. Yet, he loved whenever Mark would pull him out of it with something so... unplanned and wild. Mark limped his way into the locker room, tossing his skates into an empty locker as he whined out. "Oh man... Don't ever let me pull a stunt like that again... My knees feel like shit."

Sean laughed softly, stretching out his own legs as he answered happily. "As if I could talk you out of it. You'd do it just to spite me." Mark grinned, dropping down on the bench beside him. Leaning into his shoulder, Mark playfully said. "Ya, you're right. But I do it for you, you know... I just wanna see you have fun." Sean smiled so brightly that he giggled a little. Mark reached out to cup his cheek, turning his head toward him. Sean stared into his eyes, feeling uplifted. Mark lifted a wet washcloth, starting to wash the make-up off his face. Sean closed his eyes, whispering to him hopefully. "Mark... If I can't pass Regionals... Will you still love me?" Mark whipped the cloth over his cheek, truthfully answering in a deep voice. "With or without that cold piece of metal around your neck... I will always love you." Sean's eyes teared up a bit, when he snuggled himself against Mark's chest. Mark's arms wrapped around him, holding him in a loving embarrass. To Be Continued...