Substitutes Make Everyone Happy

Let's Try This Out...

( lyric from last chapter was
"Light 'em up.") (It's a Melanie Martinez lyric this time.)

Seán's POV.
"As soon as he left to get changed, I ran to his closet and pulled a pair of cuffs off the hooks. I grabbed one of the whips, too, just in case. I put the whip on the nightstand, threw my shirt to my bag and held the cuffs by one finger, twirling them as I leaned against the doorframe.

Mark walked out in a shirt and boxers, stopping to a halt in front of me. "And you thought you could hide it." I said, raising an eyebrow at him. His jaw went agape as he tried to sputter something out, but I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him to the bed.

"Seán, what are you doing!?" He screamed. I got him into the bed and sat on top of him, cuffing him to the bedframe. I watched as he struggled against the cuffs.

"Shush, you'll like this." He whispered. I pulled his shirt up as far as I could,  I probably should have dealt with that before I cuffed him, and began kissing down his stomach to his happy trail. The bulge in his jeans became more and more evident as I went to kiss his neck.

"Seán, I swear to fucking God, if you don't uncuff me you will never get out of class tomorrow." He said, clearly upset.

"Well, maybe I don't mind it." I said, sucking on the skin of his neck. I felt him growl and arch a little bit into me.

I ran my hands into his hair and pulled him as close as the cuffs would let me. I was on top of him, kissing him, and he couldn't do anything about it. I loved this feeling, but I knew this was no fun for him.

"If I uncuff you, you have to catch me." I say, winking.

"Whatever, yes, fine just uncuff me!!" He growled.

I went to where his wrists were held and began to undo the latches. Bit by bit they loosened, until I tore them off and ran for my dear life. "

Mark's POV.
"I run down the hallway after him, I hadn't caught sight of where he'd gone too because he'd closed the door to the bedroom as soon as he ran out. He was pretty clever, I have to give him that.

"Come on out, bad boy." I called through the upstairs floor. I heard small footsteps, but I couldn't pinpoint where they came from. I walked into the spare bedroom, looking in the closet and under the bed. No Seán.

I heard a loud sigh come from the office. I darted over and peeked through the crack in the door. No, just the fan.

Fine, I'll check the washroom. I looked behind the shower curtains. Nothing. I turned to leave when I saw Seán dart from behind the door and run. I ran right after him as he went downstairs, and as I saw him pad into the kitchen, all was silent. It was a game of around-the-house.

I snuck around into the dining room, and he probably moved away, into the entertainment room. I looked into the living room. No Seán.

"Come on, darling." I sang out.

No response. Jeez, he was good.

I decided to wait by the stairs for him to peek around. I could here him coming in from my left, so I went to my right, and just as he darted up the stairs I was on his heels. He made it to the master bedroom, and when he tried to close the door I pushed it open, grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against it to close it. Yet again, he was pinned.