*This is a remade version of my old fic "Taste Test". This one is significantly improved (in my opinion) and written much better*
A blindfolded Mark chew the mystery chip in his mouth and licked his lips. "Salt and Vinegar?" he guessed confidently.
"Correct, again," Jack stated as he clipped the bag of chips shut, "So far, you've gotten them all right."
Mark, acting cocky, threw his arms in the air shouting, "My tongue is very skilled! It knows all! Wait...that came out wrong."
Jack chuckled as he grabbed the last bag of chips, but an idea popped into his head, causing him to smile devilishly. Putting the bag down, Jack walked over and bent down to Mark's face level, placing one hand on the his boyfriend's shoulder, with the other, he cupped Mark's chin. Mark didn't seem to mind this, so Jack gave him quick peck on the lips, both blushed softly.
But before Jack could react, Mark reached out, grabbed him by the hoodie, and pulled their lips together again. Jack's eye widened as he felt Mark press his soft lips against his own, he blushed like mad. Without breaking the kiss, Mark put his arms around the irishman's waist, pulling the Irishman onto his lap.
Mark pulled away and smiled. "Sorry....I needed a second taste," he smirked, licking his lips.
"Shut up, ye bastard," Jack laughed as he started to get off Mark's lap.
"Wait," Mark said, quickly grabbing Jack's arm, "Hold on I almost have it. Can I just have one more taste?"
Mark made a pouty face and Jack couldn't help but smile. "Fiine," he said, jokingly rolling his eyes as he sat back down on Mark's lap.
Mark cupped Jack's chin and ran his thumb along his boyfriend's bottom lip, admiring his face. He lightly pulled down on Jack's lips, parting them slightly, before sliding his tongue in and locking them with his own.
Their embrace grew tighter as Mark pulled Jack's waist in closer, pressing their chests together. Jack quickly pulled Mark's blindfold off and cupped his face in his hands, letting the blindfold fall to the floor.
Mark slid his hand under Jack's hoodie, caressing the soft, exposed skin as he explored the tastes in Jack's mouth.
Mark pulled just an inch away, sliding his lips wetly along Jack's as they parted. "You're mouth taste like coffee," Mark whispered breathily, deep and seductively, giving chills down Jack's spine, "What does the rest of you taste like?"
