The Manual || Markson

Part 3

A/N- Long time no see, I hope you enjoy this so much you forget how long it took to write this. I am so sorry and I love you all.

I am deciding if I am going to add a new part or not. Tell me if you want but know I won't go over five parts to this though.

Let's get start Icings!

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Part 3

Previously...

"Jackson..."

He turned around and saw the curly haired boy; his curly haired boy that he fell in love with staring at him as he leaned on the door.

"...Mark..."

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Mark smiled as he looked at the boy who was standing there frozen in his stance. He pushed himself off the wall and started to walk over to him. His body yearned for the male that looked different but yet the same.

Jackson let out a choked noise as he covered his mouth with his hand as he let out the tears and sounds of happiness and also relaxation. He just let the tear flow from his eyes to his cheeks and down his chin, not caring about how he looked. He couldn't believe the man he was starting to give up hope for was standing in front of him as if nothing had happened. He wanted to be mad, but his mind and his body betrayed him as he ran to Mark and jumped right on him. Mark's body was knocked off guard but he got the boy as he picked him up into his arms and kept him there.

This felt like home.

This was Mark's home.

"Jackson...," he said as held onto the boy that was wrapped around him.

"No,... just...hold me...," he said as he put his head into the crook of his neck and took in Mark's scent.

He was in peace with life now.

Mark turned his head to look at Jackson in the watery eyes of his and smiled lightly as his eyes started to water slowly. He didn't want them to flow, but he felt them coming as all the time that he was out of action in and the time missed because he had to do something. He had to figure himself out and being clouded with the thought of Jackson wasn't going to help even though when he was gone, that was all he thought about.

He leaned over and brushed his nose with Jackson's trying to get his attention. He looked up and stared at the male he loved and smiled through the tears. He brought his hands that was around Mark's neck up and put them on either side of his cheeks. He blinked at him and brushed his nose against Mark with red nose and all. He was laughing as Mark closed his eyes and made a face that was pouty mouth and scrunched up nose.

He pulled back a space and looked at Mark's face and glanced at all the things that made his boyfriend. Could he really call him that again? But before he could, Mark's eyes opened slowly and leaned closer making Jackson's eyes get huge.

He had never kissed Mark and never really did anything with him which sucked ass because what was he really doing? Was he that comfortable with waiting and not doing anything with him? He had to think fast while his mind was rushing with questions that he couldn't answer in seconds.

Mark was so close that if he opened his mouth, their lips would meet. He was waiting for Jackson to take the last step, he wanted to go at his pace and if waiting was the case, he would do that. He would wait.