Mark slowly opened his eyes. The morning light beamed through the large window across the room. Mark groaned at the light and rolled on to his other side. To his surprise, his boyfriend wasn't in bed next to him. He began getting out of bed, but stop when he noticed he wasn't wearing anything.
Mark almost forgot what happened last night. Upon remembering, Mark grinned devilishly as he walked out of the bedroom. In the kitchen, Jack stood at the stove, humming to himself as he cooked pancakes. He wore only his boxers and an oversized t-shirt. As Mark walked in, he glanced over and smiled. "Mornin' Marky, pancakes ar' ready," he chirped, placing the plate down on the counter.
Jack didn't seem to notice the smile across his boyfriend's face nor the fact that he was completely naked, he continued to remove pancakes from the stove. Mark casually walked over and wrapped his arms around the Irishman from behind, placing kisses along his neck. Jack became aware of Mark's lack of clothing pressing against him through his boxers.
Mark moved his hand up under Jack's shirt and slipped a finger underneath the waistband of Jack's boxers, kissing the shell of his ear. He grinned at Jack's reaction, blushing deeply and gripping the spatula tighter. Mark slid his hand down more into Jack's boxers, brushing his index finger along the base of Jack's length. With his other hand, Mark grabbed the boxers from the other side and pulled them down, watching with delight as the thin clothing fell to the floor.
