Substitutes Make Everyone Happy

Locked

(Lyrics from last chapter were "I'm gonna make sure you get what you deserve," and,"to keep an eye on you." from Dead! and Teenagers.  P!ATD lyric again.)

Mark's POV.

"While Seán was upstairs, I started cooking. I decided on pasta, with salad on the side. I took a whole lot of cooking classes a few years ago, and inherited the knowledge from my family, so it wasn't hard to whip it together.

My only worry was that he would bother to peek into my closet. I knew he was curious about me. You see, I'd always been kind of a dominant. I'd hooked up with other guys, and once we saw eye to eye on it, we got a little kinky. Kinky with the stuff that was in my closet. So I didn't want him to peek in there and judge me. Or use what was in there on me. I didn't know which was worse. Or if he peeked through the keyhole in one of the other bedrooms. I'm not even going to describe what's in there, but let's say the lady at the sex shop gave me a handful of coupons. I heard Jack pad down the carpeted stairs, and I lost control when Jack came downstairs, wearing nothing but his towel around his waist. He wandered down while I was setting the pasta on the plates with a ladle. Before I could scoop up more of it, I heard him walk in.

"Oh, I'm sorry, should I go put some clothes on?" He asked innocently.

I growled at him, setting down the ladle. "That towel we be gone in two seconds if you-"

"If I what?" He teased, pushing the towel lower.

I didn't know what to say, so I just watched as he walked away. And then I got it back.

"I'm coming for you, bad boy." I called after him, setting the pasta on the counter.

"Do it." He challenged.

Well, the pasta needed to cool anyway. He ran to the stairs as I hurried through the dining room after him. I heard the door slam as I reached the lobby. I dashed up the stairs as I heard him laugh. I burst through the master bedroom doorway, seeing him just finishing putting his boxers on.

"You fucking tease." I growled. He laughed, clapping his hands together as he threw a shirt on and walked over to me.

"Oh shush, you know you love it." He said as he kissed me lightly.

"I really don't." I lied, smirking.

"Yes you do." He said, kissing me again. I felt his hands travel up to the top of my back, pulling me towards him.

"Yes I do." I said as I pulled him in roughly. My hands went down to his ass, resting there as he pulled me in. He pushed me into the wall yet again, fighting for dominance. May I remind you what's in my closet. 

He pinned me by the wrists to the wall, leaving me desperate for his touch again. He smirked, and giggled as he saw me try to get my wrists out. How does he learn how to do these things?

"Hm, I thought you said I was in a lot of trouble?" He questioned.

Right, I had. When he had me pinned by the balcony.

"You are, young man, and you know when you'll be punished?" I teased.

"When?" He asked.

I kicked my feet under his, letting him fall to the ground. I caught him before he hit the ground, laying him down.  I got on top of him, and before we locked lips, I said;

"Not now."

I got up and went to the stairs, leaving him stunned. "Oh, come on!!" He yelled from the bedroom. I cackled maniacally. He padded down the stairs after me as I finished serving the pasta, which was still warm.