Mark sighed and tapped his fingers on the counter. Every now and then, he would look up at the clock.
Why is he still in there? Mark sighed again, growing slightly impatient. Jack had been showering for the past half hour, which was preventing Mark from having some quality time with his boyfriend.
An idea popped into Mark's head, making him grin devilishly. He jumped from his seat and hurried upstairs. After entering the bedroom, he tip-toed up to the bathroom door. He slowly turned the doorknob and, to his delight, found it wasn't locked. Mark giggled and snuck in, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could.
He peered around the corner to where the shower was, relieved to find that Jack didn't appear to have noticed he entered. Mark started undressing. He smirked as he shimmied his boxers off his body. Jack seemed completely oblivious as Mark pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower behind him as Jack hummed a tune to himself. Mark placed his hands on Jack's hips, and the Irishman practically jumped out of his skin with a squeal.
"FUCKING HELL!!" Jack shouted as he turned, shoving Mark back instinctively.
"Hey Jacky boy," Mark murmured seductively as he rested his head on Jack's shoulder.
"M-Mark?! The fuck are ye doing in-"
"Shhh," Mark said, cutting him off, "You were taking so long in here, I was starting to miss you."
He flashed a smug grin. Mark turned his boyfriend around and pulled Jack closer, brushing his erection against Jack's rear. Mark slid his hands down to the base of Jack's cock, and the cold touch made Jack melt against his chest with a small, breathless groan.
"W-why are doing thi- Nhhg!" Jack tried to say but was abruptly interrupted by Mark pressing his cock firmer against Jack. He chuckled into the back of the Irishman's neck.
"This is for making me wait so long." Mark smirked as he softly stroked Jack's arousal, feeling it harden in his grasp. He nipped and sucked on the supple skin at the nape of Jack's neck as he firmly gripped his hand around his boyfriend's erection. Jack let out a sharp moan as Mark gave a strong jerk to his length. Mark kissed the shell of Jack's ear and whispered, "You're cock feels good in my hand."
He continued to pump Jack's cock, grinding his own erection against him. As Mark worked him, Jack had to steady himself with his hand on the wall of the shower stall.
"Mark-nnhg! I'm-I'm g-gonna-Nhhgg!" Jack moaned out, throwing his head back into Mark's chest. His moans escalated as he felt the pressure in his core just before his body tightened and he felt the orgasm hit him in wave of pleasure. Jack's hips bucked against his lover's fist as he came.
Mark released his firm hold as Jack rested himself against him, breathing heavily. After a few moments, Mark turned Jack to face him, placing a hand on each shoulder, and pushed his boyfriend against the wall. Before Jack could react, Mark had his mouth against his, slipping his tongue between the Irishman's lips. Mark pulled away and licked some of the cum off his fingers, his eyes twinkling with delight.
"You know, you taste wonderful," Mark cooed as he pressed himself flush against Jack, his own arousal rubbing against his lover's thigh. Mark captured Jack's lips again, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Mark quickly picked Jack up effortlessly, feeling Jack's legs wrap around his midsection. He carefully stepped out of the shower stall and carried him out of the bathroom. He threw Jack onto the bed and climbed on top, flashing a seductive grin as he straddled his hips. Both were dripping wet and getting the sheets soaked as Mark bent down to nip at Jack's flushed neck.
"Someone's in a, ahhh—" Jack's words were cut off as Mark bit down on his shoulder. He felt Mark laugh into his throat. "In a p-playful mood."
Mark looked down at his lover and hummed while teasing Jack's nipples, hearing the breathless whimper in response.
"You don't know the half of it, Jackaboy..."
*( septiplierbum this is for the contest )*
