99 Steps

Step 15: Let it Be

Jacks phone was on the floor, along with his shoes that he must have kicked off at one point the night before. He was curled up into Mark's stomach, making the man feel a little awkward when he woke up. Mark didn't want to move though. He wanted to stay in bed with Jack and just hold him.

Jack shifted, moving out of his ball-like shape, to reach his arms around Mark. He snuggled his head into Mark's shoulder, and let out a small sigh. Mark smiled, running his fingers through the messy green hair, pushing it back out of his face.

The silence of the room was weird, usually Jack would have his music playing two notches too loud. Mark closed his eyes, moving around a little before letting his thoughts drift off. Both Mark and Jack were 19, however Mark was older. He would actually turn 20 before Jack left, that is if he went back at the end of summer.

Jack kept his eyes closed, feeling Mark move around after pushing his hair out of his face. He didn't want to move, because then Mark would probably just say they had to get up and do stuff. The younger teen felt his face heat up slightly as Mark pushed his muscular body closer to his own thin frame. Something about the way Mark pushed his hips forward, the way he held Jack, the way he moved so Jack's face was in his chest.

Jack felt as though he should move, but he didn't want to. Even though Mark fell back asleep, Jack loved feeling the affection radiating off him. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Pulling his face back to look at Mark's face, Jack nearly jumped when he saw that he wasn't sleeping. In fact, Mark's brown eyes were watching Jack, with a small smirk playing on his lips.

"D'g'you think I was sleeping?" Mark asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Did you think I was sleeping?" Jack shot back, feeling weird since he knew Mark meant to move the way he did.

"Well, at first. But you don't typically blush, let alone in your sleep. So I figured you were awake." Mark rolled onto his back, pulling Jack onto his chest.

Jack let out a small squeak, but quickly cleared his throat in attempt to make Mark stop giggling. "Shut up, will you?"

"No, you're adorable. Someone has to enjoy how cute you are." Mark squeezed the smaller man, kissing his forehead.

After awhile of laying together, Jack got up to put in a CD. He stepped over the piles of stuff on his floor to get back to Mark, who was pulling his shirt off.

"Can I ask why you're taking your shirt off now?" Jack asked, laying back down.

"Well, I just want it off really. And I'm not going anywhere, unless if you need something?" Mark looked over his shoulder at Jack, who looked away and smiled.

"Do we have any candy?"

"I think we only have five pounds." He stood up, gesturing to the door. "Do you want me to go get it?" Jack nodded.

Once Mark left to sprint up the stairs, Jack took off his shirt too, throwing the two off the bed. He sighed, and got off the bed pushing all the dirty clothes that were sitting on the floor into a pile.

Upstairs, Mark grabbed a large bag of different chocolate bars and poured a glass of milk. Chocolate had never failed to make Jack happier; then again who ate chocolate when they wanted to be sad? Mark was sure to stock up whenever they were even close to running out. Now, he was glad he did, because sitting in bed eating sweets with Jack seemed like a perfect plan.

Walking back into Jack's bedroom, he saw all the dirty clothes pushed into one corner, a few socks still around the room. Jack was checking his phone, laying on the bed in basketball shorts, but no shirt.